#this a joke wattpad was what got me into fanfiction

[jillsandwhichs]

Joel Miller x Reader Smutshot Collection , Chap 6 , Beer and Sex

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Pairing: F!Reader x Joel Miller

Summary: You, Joel and Tommy are at an event in Austin that includes being outdoors, drinking & games! Well, long story short, you and Joel end up heading back to his place for some indoor fun

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Friends

WC: 3.0k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: No outbreak (AU), Usage of alcohol, Buzzed sex, Dirty talk, Making out, Breast play, Living room sex, You ride Joel, Unprotected sex, Choking kink, Clit rubbing, Denial of orgasm, doggy style & you ride him

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

You sat back down whilst laughing. Picking your beer back up, you sipped it and put it back down. You haven't drinken in a while, it's nice to finally do it again. You're usually so busy with work that you never have the time or energy to get some alcohol in your system. Your friends Joel and Tommy convinced you to go with them to this event in town though and when you saw there were drinks, you couldn't refuse.

The only reason Joel and Tommy are here is because Maria is hosting this event. She's very big with the city council and hosts events like this from time to time. You don't mind coming. You're actually enjoying yourself. Just a bit ago you were playing darts with Joel and then tether ball with Tommy. You're slightly buzzed too. You can't get full blown drunk though, you need to still drive home.

As you watched some of the younglings run around and play, you felt the weight of the table increase as Joel sat down. It's a muscular man. He weighs a good bit. "Hey." You said in a friendly tone. "Hello." He replied, sipping his tall boy. "You got another one? Shit, don't make me go get another one too, I still have to drive home." You joked, resting your head in your hand. Joel chuckled. "My house is just a few blocks away and I walked here so I ain't even bothered." Joel stated.

That's right, he lives in the suburbs. That's not something you'd expect from a country boy like him. Then again, being country is defined by where you live. "Where did Tommy and Maria go?" "No fuckin' clue," Joel snickered, "Probably fuckin' in the bathroom or something." He teased. You laughed and nodded. "They are newly weds, what can you expect?" You said whilst giggling. Joel nodded. "True that."

Joel was once married, he even had a daughter with the woman. Joel has been single for years now though. Everyone jokes he's out of commission but he just says he's waiting for the right lady. Sarah, his daughter, is almost twelve. She's getting older and cuter by the second. You've met her quite a bit, even babysat her, she's a dear. Joel told you she's with her mother right now, so he's free.

"At least Maria is getting some. It's been a good few months for me." "Months? Try years darlin' and it ain't by choice." You cackled at his words. He isn't wrong. He's celibate from what you've heard. "Sorry Joel, that has to suck." "It sure fuckin' does." He took a shot of his beer. You nodded and sipped off of yours too. The beer was getting warm. Gross. You sighed deeply. "I'm going to go get a new beer, I'll be right back."

You stood up and headed towards the cooler. This cooler was brought by Tommy himself. He decided to provide it for everyone. It's the good stuff too. You bent over and picked up a new one. It was ice cold to the touch. "Hell yeah." You murmured, cracking it open. You're currently wearing a black tank top and short jean shorts. It's hot during the summer, you have to stay cool somehow.

When you turned around, you saw that Joel's eyes were on you. He looked like he was trying to play it off as if he wasn't just checking you out but he totally was. You can't lie, you've checked him out too. Those big muscles and that handsome face are a sight for sore eyes. He's a hottie, admittedly. You giggled and sat back down beside him.

"You were totally just checking me out, weren't you?" You said with a laugh, tipping your beer into your mouth and drinking it all while looking into his brown eyes. He snorted and nodded. "You caught me." Oh, so he was? You don't mind. You knew Joel would be there and that did somewhat take part in what you're currently wearing.

You've always thought he was sexy. The day Tommy introduced you to him you though that. That was only two years ago. Your guy's friendship has been great but you're awfully surprised the two of you haven't hooked up yet. You've definitely flirted and hit on one another. You've even went as far as to having him lick salt off of your stomach before taking a shot of tequila and that had you soaked.

It is very surprising.

"But you can't deny you were checkin' me out earlier." Joel whispered to you with a husky voice. You giggled. "Guilty as charged. You've also caught me red handed." This isn't just the beer talking. You totally were. When he was putting the cooler down earlier, you were indeed gawking at his veiny, buff arms. You giggled and bit your lip while looking up at him. "How drunk are you?" You asked him. "Not drunk enough." You rolled your eyes at his words.

You looked around the area. You still have no clue where Tommy and Maria are. "I'll shoot him a text. Let's get out of here." He whispered to you. You scoffed and breathed in deeply. "Alright." You giggled. He got off of the picnic table and took your hand in his, helping you out of the table as well. You smiled at him. Your guy's hands stayed interlocked. Is this actually going to happen? Are you going to fuck Joel Miller? After all this time?

"My house ain't too far from here." Joel said to you in a deep voice. "I know." You smiled, walking alongside him. You don't feel drunk. You do feel buzzed. It isn't anything you can't handle. You're a heavy weight. It takes you time to really hit the drunk point. The trees around you and Joel brought you two shade, but you're already too hot, in more ways than one. He looked down at you and chuckled. "I can't wait to fuck you." He admitted. You huffed out. "Good." You bit your lip to hold back a big grin.

You glanced over your shoulder. You hope no one will wonder where you two are. You'd rather keep this between you and Joel for now. "Will we come back once we're done?" "We'll have to, I left my goddamn brother back there." You laughed loudly. "That is true... He'll be fine, right?" "He's a grown man, he's fine. Like I said darlin', I'll text him." You nodded. You just don't want them to come looking for the two of you.

You'd rather not be in the middle of getting fucked when Tommy and Maria show up.

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As Joel opened his front door and locked it behind him, he chuckled and grabbed you, smashing his lips against yours. You kissed him back. His messy beard scraped against your face. "Mmph." You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck. He picked you up into his arms like you were a feather. You giggled and continued to kiss him. His hands were on your ass cheeks, squeezing them as he took you two to the living room area.

"Baby?" "Hmm?" "Bedroom or living room?" You snorted at his question. At least you get a say in this. You thought for a moment. "Let's keep it fun-living room." "Glady." Joel smirked, kissing you again but this time, his tongue found it's way into your mouth. You didn't mind. It made you even more horny. Your guy's tongues fought for dominance. You wanted to explore every crevice of his mouth. You moaned loudly as he sat you down on him. You could feel his erection through his stained work jeans.

You giggled and kissed him before reaching your hands down to the end of your tank top and pulling it off. Joel just stared in admiration. He thinks you're gorgeous. "Look at you," He purred, "You're beautiful." He whispered. You grinned. "You're handsome, and so sexy." You spoke seductively before licking his lower lip and kissing him again. His hands went to your tits, he squeezed them gently. Joel is more of an ass guy though.

After making out for a little bit, Joel finally pulled away to take deep breaths. "I'm fuckin' twitchin'." He sighed deeply, looking down at his bulge. You think that's the sexist thing ever. You love when a man is vocal about how he feels or what you're doing to him. "I'm so wet for you, wanna feel?" You whispered against his ear. Joel's breath shuttered. "Badly." And his hands went to your shorts, undoing them and helping you out of them as well.

Stepping out of your shorts, you climbed back into Joel's lap and sighed. "Feel." You whispered, kissing his neck and jawline. Joel brought his finger down to your core and pulled your panties to the side. As he dipped his fingers through your folds, he let out a low groan. "So fuckin' wet, just for me, hm?" He whispered, nibbling on your jawline. You giggled. "Just for you." This surely isn't the first time you've gotten wet thinking about Mr. Joel Miller.

Joel swiped his fingers through your folds, picking up all of your juicy wetness. You continued to kiss him. He seemed desperate, like a wild animal. He's hungry for you. You bit his lower lip and once again swiped your tongue along his. You moaned so quietly, it was more of a whimper.

He pulled his finger away and grunted. "Need to feel you from the inside." He murmured as he pulled his cock out of his jeans. Oh yeah, he's big. You're excited. It's been so long, especially for him. You hope you're as good as he'll be to you. Grabbing his member, you yourself pulled your white panties to the side before you then sat down on his dick. Both of you made sensual noises as your folds and cunt enveloped him. He was already so deep inside of you. It feels so good.

"How's that?" You chuckled, your arms around his neck. He snickered and gripped your ass tightly, landing a smack onto it which caused you to jolt slightly. "You feel so good. Now fuckin' ride me." He began to squeeze and slap your ass and you started to ride him. You went slow at first. Your movements were just simple grinds back and forth but you'd occasionally lift your ass up and back down, literally bouncing on his cock.

You wanted to savour this. You haven't felt this good in awhile. Having sex with Joel tonight was not on your agenda of plans but seriously, it is a welcomed surprise. He feels amazing. He knows what he's doing too. Each time he pinches your ass cheeks or spanks you playfully, it either makes you moan or kiss him even harder and more passionately.

Now, Joel is holding your hips. You began to ride him faster too. His dick is so deep inside of you, you can hardly believe it. "I've wanted this for a long time." You moaned out, looking him in the eyes. His eyes got darker and even more full of lust. "Me too babygirl, me too." He then swatted your ass again before going back to squeezing your hips. You're sure you'll have red marks all over your cheeks by later in the evening.

Bouncing on him, each thrust was just a mark bringing you closer to your climax. His member is deep inside of you and is shoving itself against your tight walls with each movement. "Yes baby." He groaned, kissing and licking your neck. He thinks you smell amazing. You did put on your perfume before going to the event. You're glad it's doing it's job.

"Babygirl, turn around, cowgirl, y'know?" You giggled at his words. "Yes sir." You teased and lifted yourself off of him slightly to turn around. You were surprised he asked you to switch positions, but you aren't complaining. You pushed yourself down onto his dick again and you both made whimpering noises. He seems to be feeling good. That's all you want. It's been years for him, you better make it good.

Once you got comfortable, you moaned loudly as he started to thrust up into you. "Joel!" You practically screamed, tossing your head back against his broad shoulder. He cackled and kissed your neck, leaving numerous bites and hickies onto it too. How are you supposed to go into work on Monday? You're sure these'll last a few days, hopefully not. "Need to make sure I still got it." Joel grunted, now he is the one fucking you and man, it's heaven.

Joel noticed your head was still tilted back against his shoulder. He smirked. He brought his left hand up to your neck and held it, choking you now. You moaned and turned your head slightly, kissing his messy hair and giggling. "You're so deep inside of me." You panted. "Yea? You're takin' it so fuckin' well too baby." Joel replied, kissing your cheeks numerous times, making you smile and chuckle.

His free hand, his right one, was one your lower stomach, holding you in place. You wanted to look down to see him moving inside of you, but you couldn't. With his hand on your neck, there's not much you can do with your head. You aren't complaining. You think it's hot to be choked. He does it so well too. "Been thinkin' about fuckin' you for awhile now," He whispered against your ear. His breath was warm. "You feel better than I ever could've imagined." That made you whimper in pleasure.

You felt his right hand slither down from your waist and to your clit. You whimpered. "Oh God!" You whined out as he began to rub your clit fast and with pressure. It felt so good. He works well with his fingers. He continued to thrust up into you, which made the experience a million times better. "I'm gonna cum." You whispered to him. "No baby, not yet, hold it in." What!? How are you supposed to just hold it in? "What?" "You heard me babydoll." He licked behind your ear and bit on your lobe. "Do not cum yet." He sternly stated.

"How?" "Just do it."

How are you supposed to hold back your orgasm? No hookup has ever asked you to hold it back. Actually, they need you to cum quickly or else they'll finish before you. You whimpered and bit your lip. No, you're going to cum. "I can't," You panted, "I just can't." Joel didn't respond. "Joel!" You moaned out, reaching your hand behind his head and tugging on his hair. He grunted and bit down on your neck.

"Cum for me."

That was it. You moaned softly as you coated his cock in your fluids. You let go of his hair. Shaking in his lap, Joel continued to rub your clit until you came down from your high. It overstimed you even. "Holy Christ." You moaned. You went to turn your head to kiss him but he lifted you up and chuckled. "I still haven't finished." He then pushed you down onto the couch, doggy style, and began to pound into you.

You moaned loudly and gripped the couch beneath you. Your knuckles even went white. He moved so skillfully inside of you. Each pump was one of excellence. "Wish I could cum inside of you." He whispered, running his hands up and down your back before he ultimately rested them on your rear. Joel gripped your ass, squeezing it tightly before leaving multiple slaps onto it, all of which made your moan or squeal.

With just a couple more thrusts, Joel finished. He quickly pulled out and stroked himself. He finished all over your ass and lower back. "Fuck sakes." Joel groaned, caressing your ass as he came. You pushed your ass against his manhood and giggled. He spanked you again and snickered. "One sec." He leaned over and grabbed a random wipe, cleaning your ass and back off. He tossed the rag to the other side of the living room and you chuckled.

Joel heaved deeply and lifted you up by your waist and pulled you back into his lap. You were basically completely naked, only in panties whereas he was fully dressed. So unfair. "Was it good?" You asked him, resting your head against the arm of the couch. He glanced down at you, still breathing heavily. "You're a funny girl." He leaned down and kissed you softly. "It was fuckin' glorious." He then nibbed on your jawline, making you giggle cutely.

You hummed and looked up at him. "You're the only man whose ever denied me of finishing, by the way." You snorted. "That's because you've only done slept with boys who finish too quickly. I think it's sexy to see a woman be restricted of her pleasure." You giggled at his words. "It felt better." "That's the point babydoll." He caressed your cheek and you brought yourself closer to his face, kissing him gently.

He breathed in deeply and cupped your face firmly, holding you in place. "Don't convince me to fuck you again." He said with a smile against your lips. "If you can't handle it..." You bit your lip. You acted like you were about to get off of his lap and you suddenly squealed as he tossed you back onto the couch and put you in missionary. Your legs went over his shoulders and you smiled.

"Oh I think I can handle it."

That was where the next of many rounds began.

[bombasticsalt]

never been so proud to write a line in my entire life and it's for a down detector x A03 fic

[kindaasrikal]

I got bored so now I’m slapping you all with Lloyd headcanons from someone who percieves him as a stupid teenager. Yippe.

Lloyd, despite everything, is the BEST when it comes to money. Especially with negotiations. If the original price of something is ‘unfair’ to Lloyd, he will make sire that price of 300 drops down to 20 bucks. No one understands how he does it, least of all Ronin who feels like he just got robbed of 280.

Lloyd’s hair is naturally blonde, the same shade as Wu’s, whose hair was exactly like Lloyd’s grandfathers, the Fsm. Misako, Garmadon, and Wu all already knew that Lloyd got the blonde from the Fsm, but Lloyd, oh poor innocent dumb 10/15 year old (early seasons, so right after the tea and after they met Misako) Lloyd, had a crisis over it. After finding out Misako and Wu were almost a thing, and having no idea how the Fsm looks like, he waddled over to Wu one night, tears in his eyes, and asks his uncle why he has blonde hair. Wu, not thinking much of it, was prepared to start explaining science to him as well as show a picture of the Fsm. Until, he saw the rhetorical worry and the accusation in Lloyd’s eyes.

“Ah…nephew. What are you really asking me right now?…”

“Wu…Garmadon is my dad, right?????” And Lloyd’s about to start sobbing. Wu had to sit him down, explain he would never, and bombard Lloyd with photo’s of the Fsm and young Garmadon, who looks exactly like Lloyd. Safe to say that the next day Zane began teaching Lloyd everything he should’ve learnt in school. Specifically science.

Lloyd, after losing his element by almost dying, learnt how to manually make his eyes glow. So sometimes it’s a dim light, other times he rivals a flash light. He loves using it in staring contests, he cackled the first tike he used it on Jay who yelped back and couldn’t see anything other than a weird shadow light thing for the rest of the day. Jay then bribed Zane to do that to Lloyd, who learnt his lesson to only ever flash his eyes at Kai.

Lloyd used to read fanfiction on Wattpad years ago in Darkley’s, so sometimes when he’s captured or in a situation, he starts narrating like a 14 year old girl with a crush on BTS/Harry Styles/One Direction. “My glowing green emerald eyes stared deeply into the abyss, hoping someone, anyone would come save me…and slowly, as my lean and strong body wiggled for freedom, I saw Fritz Donnegan-” “LLOYD I SWEAR WHEN WE GET OUT-”

Lloyd knows how to tap dance. To doom.

Once, Lloyd tried to be Spider-Man by using his element to make green lasso’s or smth. Little did he know he almost blew up half of Ninjago city when everything he grabbed with them started blowing up. You learn something new everyday. Though, the Commissioner didn’t like that excuse all that much.

Lloyd enjoys growing his extras two arms out and then hanging off of Cole’s back like how baby’s do with the baby carriers. He didn’t like that comparison all that much, Kai.

Lloyd is the type of person to do things so reckless, especially when it comes to emotionally attached villains. He will happily cuss out his dad when he’s on a oni rampage, yes he will go out and have coffee with Harumi, the girl who is knows to all of Ninjago city as the quiet one and call her “Salumi” the whole time, yes he will summon Morro and tell him all the cool stuff he did as the real green ninja, yes he will visit Pythor and give him snake food as a present. All of them are concerned and/or annoyed.

Not many people realised how much Lloyd looked like Misako until he wore her glasses as a joke. She started lecturing him about how bad his eye sight could get if he kept doing that, and all he said was “I’m not even human, i don’t count.”

Once Lloyd went to a place that prides itself for its inclusivity, and then had no idea if he should go to the mens bathroom, the dragons bathroom, or the oni’s bathroom. After taking a peak into the latter two, he quickly decided the mens bathroom is safer. Much safer. He dragged Nya to help him complain to the restaurant about there being no dragoni bathrooms around here and got free food out of it. So worth the embarrassment of saying “How am i supposed to reach the toilet??? HOW????”

[pleasantspark]

at this point can we even call helluva boss a show for the audience because season two deadass feels like some fanservice shit that’s specifically made for Vivzepop and her friend circle

Most of the episodes always involves stolas being this helpless prince who needs his slave- uh I mean true love to save him

she literally blow most on the money budget just to get her favorite pop singer to voice act her oc which is ironic considering the episode literally ended up in copyright jail for two years until they got another singer for cotton candy and the only reason why that episode exists is because it’s supposed to be some love letter to her fans and the die young animation like girl nobody doesn’t care about your old animation 😭

and now blitzo is getting shit on left and right because he didn’t accept stolas little feelings 😐😑

as much as I’m not happy for ghostfuckers (if you know you know) it’s sad that this is going to be the last episode we see imp doing their job before everything becomes Vivzepop barely disguise fanfanfic for the rest of the season and season three

Whose not saying it's already fanfiction? Hazbin Hotel features VivziePop wanting to spread her "love" and "admiration" for sinners to be redeemed, while also being a burden to her own show. And managing to get a BEATBOXER TO SPEND 50K on her ass.

Try and convince me Hide Away isn't the main reason why most of these idiots actually got into Hazbin? I mean the fanbase was small but huge at the time, and overtime most of us were busy with other (respectful fandoms) like The Amazing Digital Circus, Welcome Home or even the upcoming news for Dragon Ball.

Helluva Boss is just fanfiction but podcasted and animation. Like those fanmade My Immortal shit. I'd mich rather read My Immortal, atleast the jokes and misspells were better than whatever VivziePop did.

I was currently writing an Audition sheet for my Hazbin Hotel rewrite series (Completely separate from Hazbin) when you sent it in.

So in conclusion:

Both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss are written by WattPad 12 year olds who have some ideas on what is a gay relationship. It's literally remanence of what my Older Sister wrote on Wattpad (this bitch got 1k followers on there LMFAOOO.) Shame she quit writing.

So yeah, you're somewhat right Hazbin is somewhat of a fanfiction gone wrong especially knowing how she relies on the fans to give her ideas because she wasted all her money on broadway actors and complains about being PUH PUH POOOOOR!

Anyways Kofis opened so if you want personalized letters from your blorbos and favorite characters hmu. I need to save up for something related to getting art classes. They are 5$ for anyone interested.

[brighteyes-things]

Deadpool/ wolverine as thing's me and my friends have said or heard

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So it's been a while since I've written anything, and me and my friends now have the poolverine, dead claws.... wolverine and Deadpool itch

So in honor of our collected brain rot, these are some random things that we've heard/said that we think Deadpool or wolverine would say. Yes this will be updated as more things are said

WARNING: cursing, somewhat sexual jokes, mention of alcohol

Wade Wilson (Deadpool) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

"I wasn't expecting to get turned on by a shirtless Hugh Jackman but God damn I'm not complaining"

"I don't feel fem boy enough, I need more eyeliner"

"I'm not a furry, but I'd fuck a man with cat ears"

*While sipping something* "you think I can use my boobs to hold this?"

"he's giving emo babygirl"

"you must FIRMLY grasp the booty"

"I can't just leave the house, I have to get my big boots on"

"you can't just slap my ass and leave"

"IM A MAN" *buys the pink strawberry skin care set from bath and body*

"I'm very gay and not afraid to kiss the movie poster to prove it"

"you ever think Slenderman is trying to recruit us for something"

"NO, no more black veil bride music, I'm not suffering through your emo phase again"

*mocking twilight* "WHY WOULD HE IMPRINT ON THE BABY, THAT'S FUCKED UP"

"I swear Batman only owns an adoption center just in case someone dies and he needs another mentally ill orphan"

*breaks a cabinet door just for gummy bears* (yes this happened by accident)

"I'd rob hot topic for those lollipop razor blade earrings"

"I know I'm mentally ill, I watch bluey and cry"

"I have to beat the fem boi allegations"

"I don't know why but I feel like I give off beta vibes"

"you'll never believe the ABO fic I just read"

"she's becoming an animae obsessed fan girl, it's a canon event I can't stop it, OH GOD SHE DISCOVERED WATTPAD"

*while watching crime TV* "this man needs to be put to death, he didn't eat the chocolate frosting on the cupcakes"

*while looking in the mirror* " I love my slutty man hips"

This dress doesn't scream "fuck me" enough

*talking about cosmic brownies* THE GIRTH

Logan (wolverine) 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

"I've become the caretaker to everyone, and I don't know how to feel"

"Ryan Reynolds could run me over with a truck and I'd apologize after I curse him out because...I GOT RAN OVER STILL"

*sees an animal on the side of the road* "poor kitty"

"fanart definitely scares me sometimes"

*gets kissed on the cheek* "that's GAY"

"you can't just eat the cup to get to the last drop of coffee"

"just how long is your simp list now, and why am I on it"

"that's unamerican, un-lawful, and downright not patriotic"

"no I don't wanna know the details of what you and your partner did, I'm trying to eat"

"stop trying to throw stuff in my boobs, it's annoying when I find crumbs of cookies in there"

"how did the least qualified of us, somehow graduate first AND have a baby in the span of a year"

"how'd I get rejected from Hooters?"

"you're an omega and you know it"

"your the reason they started bagging the peaches at Aldi's"

"how the hell did you burn yourself with a candy cane?!"

"it's only alcohol abuse if you spill anything"

"You're not a god, you're just dehydrated and read too much fanfiction"

"it's only gay if you don't have socks"

*staring at a pet rabbit* "that little demon is purposely chewing up my shit and you know it"

"did you just John Cena the clothes"

"I hope you know that I don't trust you with cleaning the dishes properly"

"did you seriously just compare little Debbie brownies by girth?"

[usedtobethelegendcreator]

Okay, let’s try that again.

Hey, I’m TheLegendCreator. ’Sup, how’s it going. I’m 17, from Louisiana, and I really, really want people to talk to me. I write a lot, I draw even more, and I like writing analyses on Hazbin Hotel. Minor DNIs will not stop me, because frankly, I’ve seen worse. I’m autistic and have an anxiety disorder. High-functioning or low-functioning? Both. I’m the token cishet in this wild wonderland. I’m occasionally funny.

I’m in (and have been in) a lot of fandoms, so here’s a list:

Beyblade Burst

Encanto

Gravity Falls (pre-Book of Bill)

The Silmarillion

ATLA

Soul Eater

Hazbin Hotel

Noragami

If you’re ever doubting which one is currently my hyperfixation, just look at the banner. I update that.

I was only in the Soul Eater fandom for a couple weeks, so I never got around to writing anything for it.

I’m always open for requests and asks. Always. I like to joke that it’s my Wattpad training, but if you give me a prompt, I can usually whip something up in a week. I’ve been trying to sound more approachable about it, because I miss doing that. I love doing requests, whether it’s art or writing. But be warned—my writing is much better than my art. I’m getting better at it, but I’ve been told my art looks horrible.

My AO3 account is TheLegendCreator. That’s my username literally everywhere. I’m on Reddit, too. (Not anymore. Got perma-banned for posting pictures of myself having…fun. Because god forbid women do anything.)

My other account is @thelegendcreator. I no longer have access to it. That’s where all of my Encanto stuff is. Go take a look if you want.

If you’ve been here a while, you might have heard of NOT-TLC. That’s Leah, my friend from school. She got me into Hazbin Hotel by showing me “Hell’s Greatest Dad”.

If you think you remember someone with my username on Wattpad—congratulations, you’ve found me! I had to delete my account there, but if you dig deep into the Beyblade Burst fandom, you’ll see me eventually.

I have quite a few favorite characters, so here’s a list. Yeah, another list. I swear I’m not usually this boring.

Alastor the Radio Demon

Bruno Madrigal

Ford Pines

Shu Kurenai

Zuko

Soul “Eater” Evans

Maedhros

Yato

The genre of fanfiction I write wildly varies, depending on the fandom. I don’t write smut often, but when I do, I make it filthy. I’m still trying to figure out what my ‘type’ is when it comes to favorite characters…so far the only consistent thing is that they’re guys.

I’m not a big fan of AUs, outside of Canon Divergence. Unless it’s Modern With Bending. Then I’ll French-kiss that fic, please and thank you.

And down below are some of my favorite people!

@captaintrips9

@walkingweirdmageddon

@thecrazyashley-blog

@diamondkat

@eggcats

@tardis-scooter

(EDIT, because apparently people need it:

I’m not excusing Alastor’s abusive behavior towards Husk. I’m just giving Alastor the overall “not as much of a jerk as you could have been” award. Let Husk be responsible for his actions, let Alastor be responsible for his, and leave me the fuck alone about it. I don’t have the time to slowly walk you all through how Husk’s actions as an Overlord were horrendous. Instead, take a moment to imagine what it would be like to have your soul gambled to an Overlord in the Hellaverse, then get back to me on how you still think Husk was the nicest sweetest kindest Overlord ever.)

(ONE MORE EDIT:

Now opening, @thelegendcreator-version3!)

[cartooemcanhis]

What the actual hell were the htf creators on when they made Breaking Wind. Breaking Wind breaks (haha) multiple show rules and it drives me crazy ‼️‼️‼️‼️

How. How did this get made into a full episode. This feels like something the creators should have just joked about once BUT NOOO no we got stupid Splendid fart episode that will haunt me to the grave. The gore isn't even good bro ‼️‼️‼️ this feels like a bad parody of htf made by those toy companies that like take a pre existing brand and make an intentionally gross version of it ‼️‼️

Only thing good about breaking wind is that it establishes Splendid as having absolutely horrible taste in books and I think that's really funny. I think Splendid reads really bad Wattpad fanfiction and probably has read some about himself

[zarchomp]

saw a post on tiktok joking about riley from inside out discovering Wattpad in the first movie and AO3 in the second movie which like,,,,, relatable middle school experience.

a bunch of the comments were saying stuff like "and just WAIT until she discovers chai". i didn't know what chai was, but i DO know that ao3 isn't as popular in a lot of fandom spaces these days so i checked it out, wondering if it was something new, but turns out it's character ai?

which is SO interesting to me because like,,,, the whole thing that i've always LOVED about fandom spaces is the act of mutual creation.

i feel like the thing that is so amazing about fandom isn't just that it's a continuation of the canon stories, but that it's an entirely different way to create relationships with stories. exploring your relationship to a character, as a consumer, and using that to become a creator. taking what resonates to you from the canon and further exploring that tiny facet of it.

i remember that post on here from about ten years ago that argued that canon which tends to be dark has a lot of fanwork that's more lighthearted (college aus, post-war slice of life stuff) whereas lighter canon material gives way to darker fanwork. that sort of relationship with the text, a willingness to explore it on all fronts, is what makes fandom kinda amazing.

the way that popular fanfictions completely recontexualize fanon as a whole. how popular pieces of fanart can affect the way the fandom interprets characters and their relationships to each other. fandom has ALWAYS been interesting because it's constantly building on itself. it's like one giant mass that's influenced by thousands of people and each of the individual ways that they resonate with the text.

to me, fandom was never a passive experience. growing up with a lot of mental illness, relating to people in real life wasn't easy. but in an online space where the only thing i needed to enter a thriving community was opinions on different characters and relationships, i could find a space for myself. i know a lot of fanartists and fic writers and general fandom people feel the same way.

and i was kinda shocked at the amount of people who go to ai for fandom. i know back when chatGPT first got big, a lot of people were using it to write fanfiction. and i just think is totally misses the fundamental joy of fandom. because like, i want to read something written by someone who cried while learning about sasuke's backstory.

i want to see art by someone who's stayed up all night scrolling ship tags on tumblr. the whole point of fandom, to me, isn't just that my brain latches onto *thing* and so i want more *thing* (which it does). but i want that more *thing* to be created by someone who has thoughts on the text. someone who watched voltron and said "yeah this is kinda cool but i have ideas about keith's characterization in season three that i think was underexplored in the show and i want to try my hand at it".

anyways, i am so appreciative towards anyone who's ever drawn characters in their styles, had them wearing silly costumes, put them in an pokemon au, started conversation about which college major u think the dungeon meshi characters would choose.

everyone who writes and creates original stories about ur faves suffering, bleeding, owning a pet store, celebrating their birthdays, having sex for the first time.

the act of mutual creation which defines fandom is incredible. the fact that there's a whole community of people who have different takes on characters, who hotly debate whether it makes more sense if the character with the canonically horrific backstory would still have that backstory in the modern day. it's what makes these communities alive, active places that you can explore. it's incredible.

the ability to see a text, and to create such a personal relationship with it that it sparks more creation. that's what it's about.

[flowfystuffs]

“Giggle.”

Your Unscheduled Yap Session

AAAAHAHAHAHEHHE I finished it exactly FIVE days ago and I'm finally posting it after super fun ominous countdown YIPPIEE I hope if you read it, that you enjoy it, and whichever platform you pick, whether Wattpad or AO3, you enjoy the story and my writing!! I'm not the best at writing, so any criticism/advice (as long as it's not just an extended insult) is great!!

I do plan on making more fanfiction like what I've made here, but that'll take a long time before I bother with it... locking in on writing can be tiring!! Especially when you're literally in the pitch black with your only light source being your phone and your cool as fuck cat headphones that glow and change color set to red (the least bright and most eye burning setting) while listening to the same OST over and over to set the mood.

Writing about Murder Droness made it bearable though!

As for that other fanfic I mentioned, it's not guaranteed... If I decide not to write it, I'm gonna be yapping about the AU here on tumblr until the muscles of my jaw disintegrates and the flesh on my fingers melts away and I'm physically incapable of yapping any longer.

If I do decide to write it, it'll be MUCH longer than what I have written for REPROGRAMMED... because.. it's gonna be four books long. I call it the OutDoors AU.

Can you guess what kind of 'What if...' statement I used??

Well jokes on you, I used TWO!! Obviously I ain't tellin' what they are, because spoilers... but I'm very excited for people to find out and learn about the AU, whether it's through my yapping or writing!! (If you want, you can ask me about it...)

Back to the topic at hand, I really hope everyone who reads enjoys the AU!! I'm really proud of myself since actually completing fanfictions is a rare thing for me to do!! Many of my fanfictions remain unfinished, left to rot in the drafts, and some that I posted for incomplete and eventually taken down because I hate waiting for a fanfic to be update for MONTHS or even YEARS without the author making an announcement that they're no longer writing the fanfiction and I hate even entertaining the idea of doing that to other people. I have done it tho, it was an accident, but I'm still not innocent.

Again, if you've got ANY criticism, please let me know. I want to improve my writing!!

-FlowfyStuffs

Can you tell I'm mentally ill/j

[giggleeclown]

A/N: well, I finally wrote it! I don’t have a t-blog of my own to post fics (I don’t think I’ll make one because I really don’t like how everything can be deleted from existence so easily) but I have a Wattpad I post to occasionally. I like submitting the fics to other blogs though, just so more people get the chance to read it. I always submit the link to the fic on Wattpad as well, so here you go: https://www.wattpad.com/1415162684?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_writer&wp_uname=cutefluff177

I hope you enjoy!

VIVI’S RESPONSE: I’ve had this submission in my ask box for a long time, and I’ve read it SO MUCH. But I’ve been hesitant to post it because I love it so much. I didn’t want it to get drowned in any other asks or posts of mine too soon. This is such a fantastic submission, Nonnie. Thank you so much for sharing. I am just at a loss for words because of how articulate, natural, genuine and charming your writing is. Everything here is so canon and in character. Please don’t stop. Please submit more. Even better, make your own blog. It would get so much attention, I’d make sure it did. Thank you so much for trusting me with submitting your fanfiction and sharing it to everyone. It means *so much.* 💕

"Y O U D B E D E A D W H E R E Y O U S T A N D."

The human's eyes widened and appeared to water for a moment, and in that moment, Sans realized he'd gone too far. His intention was never to make the human feel bad. He wasn't sure what his intention was if he was being honest. Originally, he just wanted to give the human the full story. He'd figured the kid deserved to hear the truth from him, but spelling it out like that was never part of the plan.

His tone of voice, his vacant eyes, they had been almost involuntary. In a second he went from seeing the kind human in front of him to seeing the blood stained, evil face he'd seen in his dreams. He was originally just going to mention the promise he made, but the emotions that spilled over from everything made him slip up.

"Hey, lighten up bucko," He tried to reach out with a gentle, hopefully calming voice. "I was only joking."

They wiped at their face and got up from their chair. Without a word the human started walking away.

"Kid, wait!" He got up, reaching out to them.

"I thought we were friends." The smallest, saddest voice Sans had ever heard said. Oh no, he'd really messed up.

"W-we are!"

He was met with only silence as the human sniffled. Sans couldn't have felt more awful. It wasn't the kids fault he could sense alternate timelines. Those versions of the human had messed up, done awful things, and fought maliciously. Not this one. This kid had done virtually nothing wrong compared to those other timelines. How could he have let his emotions get the better of him like that, saying that to the human completely unprovoked? Sure, he wanted to be honest with the kid, but that didn't mean having to go and say something like that.

"I-I... Okay." Sans knew just 'sorry' wouldn't cut it. "I'll go pay for dinner. Can you wait outside for me?"

The human nodded their head.

"Alright, I'll give you a moment." With that he got up and made his way to the counter to pay their check. Meanwhile, the human walked past him and out the door.

Sans was only glad there was no one near them to see what he'd said to the poor kid. After he paid the giant blob fish and grabbed a bottle of ketchup to go he made his way to the entrance of the hotel. A few feet from the door sat the human, knees up and crouched, hiding their face.

"Thanks for waiting for me." He smiled, reaching out a hand. The human looked up for a moment and, hesitantly, decided to take it. Sans helped them stand up. "Do you want to go over to the courtyard? They have some benches we can talk at. No shortcuts required."

"O-okay." They stared up at him. He'd never really taken the time to look them in the eye until this moment. Before, he'd tried not to pay attention, mostly because it brought back painful memories to the nightmares he'd been having. Now that he really looked though, the eyes that looked up at him were completely different from what he was expecting. They were gentle, kind, not like the rage filled ones he'd seen in his dreams.

The two walked over to the bench next to a statue of Mettaton, surrounded by shrubs and bushes also in the shape of Mettaton.

"I'm sorry, kid. I've always been kind of a bonehead, but I really messed up." He gave a dry, humorless laugh.

"I just don't get it." The human shook their head. "Did I do something wrong? I get that I'm not like you guys, and humans have been really bad to you, but I thought I was doing good."

"No, you haven't done anything wrong." He assured the child. "I guess I'm the one that still has some biases."

They wiped at their face, a few tears still remaining. "I understand, you know." They said with a sudden seriousness. "I know what would have happened if that woman had never talked to you. It just never really sunk in that you might have... That you..."

"Hey, enough of that. I shouldn't have even brought it up in the first place."

"But it's true."

He sighed. He didn't like admitting it, but he was at a loss for words. No witty joke or comeback, no pun or sarcasm. Well, he wanted to be honest with the human for once, he might as well pass his judgment a little bit early.

"I've seen you, kid. You always try to do the right thing, even when monsters make it difficult for you. That doesn't make you completely innocent or naive, but you always kept a certain tenderness close to your heart." He handed the human a paper towel he'd grabbed on the way out for them to dry their tears.

They took it, wiping at their face, then crumbling it up and putting it in their pocket.

"Whatever might or might not have happened if things were different, I want you to know I'm glad things turned out this way."

The human took a breath and smiled. They really were resilient. Of course Sans already knew that, watching their every fight, but he'd never seen how quickly the human was able to bounce back emotionally. He didn't know much about their personality in general.

All this time the human had been so caught up in being kind to all the monsters they encountered, getting to know them, becoming friends with them, but Sans never extended the same courtesy back. Sure, he kept an eye out for them. He already knew they could just load their recent save file if something bad happened, but that didn't mean they couldn't feel the pain with every fight they lost. He'd mostly just checked to see what the human chose to do, all so he could pass judgment on them at the end of their journey, just like every other timeline of himself did. However, he never got to know the kid on a personal level, despite the time they had spent together.

"You know, you're a really tough kid. How old are you anyway?" He asked just before taking a swig of ketchup.

"I turned 8 a few weeks ago."

Sans nearly choked. He banged his fist against his chest, coughing and sputtering. Up until then he thought the kid was way older. Of course he had no idea what a human child was supposed to look like, or how tall they were supposed to be, but he never thought the kid was that young. Though, the standards between humans and monsters were a bit different. Some monsters could live hundreds of years, usually reaching adulthood much later in life than humans. To some monsters, 8 was practically still a toddler.

"Sans! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just went down the wrong pipe." He lied as his coughing fit settled down. "Geez kid, you must be pretty tall for your age."

The human raised an eyebrow. "No, I'm pretty average. I think I am at least."

Wow. His knowledge on humans was worse than he thought. The kid had always seemed so mature, from how they talked to others, to how they treated everyone with empathy, and how they handled situations that even some adults would have trouble with. It was hard to believe that in other timelines, a human that age could be capable of everything they'd done.

"I think you're the first person that asked how old I was."

"Really?" He supposed he wasn't the only one that didn't really get to know the human more personally. Or at least the first to ask these questions.

"You know, no one down here has asked me what my name is." They sighed. "Everyone kind of just started calling me 'the human.'"

That couldn't be right. Not a single one of the monsters they'd met had asked their name? Although, thinking back on it, he'd never taken the time to ask himself. Even Papyrus chose to refer to them as 'the human'.

"Well, let me be the first to ask. What is your name?"

A long pause followed, as if they weren't actually expecting him to ask. "I'm Frisk."

"That's a cool name. Pleased to finally make your acquaintance." He held out his hand for Frisk to shake. They took it, only to hear a long, drawn out farting noise come from his hand. For some reason they were surprised, even though this was one of the first pranks Sans ever pulled on them. They gave a snort of laughter before covering their smile.

"Glad to see you haven't lost your sense of humor," he said with a wink.

"Do you carry that thing with you everywhere?"

"Hey, I'm always prepared for a comedy emergency. Just in case I need to cheer up a friend."

Frisk's smile was small, but it was a sign that Sans was winning them over.

"How come you never told anyone this stuff?" He continued. "Usually you're supposed to say your name when you introduce yourself."

"I- don't know," Frisk admitted. "I've never been good at that kind of stuff."

"You mean like talking to people?"

"Yeah." They turned their eyes away, seemingly shy about the fact.

"Well, you've done really well talking to monsters." He patted them on the shoulder.

Frisk's smile grew. "I guess I have. I never thought about it, but you guys just feel easy to talk to."

The kid really had grown during their journey. Sans felt a sense of pride looking at them. Though they were bruised and battered from the adventure so far, they never let it change who they were. Sans felt foolish for not trying to get to know them sooner, all because of some bad dreams. And what better way to bond with someone than telling them bad jokes?

"Hey kid, do you know how many beans are in a can?"

They thought for a moment, then shook their head no.

"239, any more and they'd be 'too farty'."

They broke out into giggles. "Too farty? That's so dumb."

"Yeah, that one's pretty silly." He chuckled.

Frisk took a breath to stop laughing. "You know, I stopped by the snail farm earlier and did the snail race. I tried taking off my snails shell to make it go faster, but it just made it more 'sluggish'."

Sans was the one to laugh this time, snickering into his hand. "Kid, that was so bad. I'm proud." It was reassuring to see just how quickly the kid bounced back. Maybe things weren't unsalvageable after all.

"I'm still sorry about what happened earlier," he sighed, "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

Frisk considered it. "We could keep telling each other bad jokes."

He smiled, relief washing over him, both because Frisk was willing to forgive him, and because he loved telling these jokes. "Bud, you have no idea how happy that makes me."

They kicked their legs giddily. "Oh, I've got one! What is a pirate's favorite letter?"

"Pft, too easy kid. It's arrrrr."

"Nope. It's the C."

Sans face palmed and gave a huff of laughter. "You got me there."

Frisk beamed with pride. Sans never thought he would find someone else that was so proud of their bad puns. Well, other than his friend behind the ruin door.

"Okay, my turn." He continued. This was one of his favorite jokes to annoy Papyrus with, or at least get him to laugh. "How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?"

They were oblivious to where Sans was going with this, even as he leaned just a tad bit closer.

"I don't know."

"Tentacles!" He suddenly poked at the humans side, and that was all it took to get a squeak out of them. "Oh?" He asked with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I guess it doesn't take nearly as many to get you to laugh."

Frisk giggled nervously and wrapped their arms around themself.

"I didn't know humans were ticklish. It's a good thing you didn't let anyone know, they could have been a tickle monster." He quipped.

"No way," they insisted, "there's no such thing as a tickle monster." As far as they had seen. There was still a large portion of the underground they hadn't gotten to explore. For all they knew, a tickle monster could very well be real.

"You want to bet?" Sans wiggled his fingers toward them. "Unfortunately for you, I'm the biggest tickle monster you'll ever meet."

The excited expression on Frisk's face reminded him of when his brother was little. He used to love playing tickle monster, and Sans remembered his giggles along with him halfheartedly swatting away his tickling hands. Frisk actually reminded him a lot of his brother. Both were kind and considerate, both were strong fighters but never had it in their heart to actually hurt anyone. The one main difference was that Frisk seemed to like his jokes.

"Nahaha, I don't believe you!" The human stubbornly shook their head.

"Oh, you don't, do you?" He teased, his hands drawing closer. "Well, I guess I'll just have to convince you!"

He finally skittered his fingers across the human's sides, causing them to flail their arms as they squealed.

"I guess I'm really tickling your funny bone, huh kid?" He grinned as he wiggled his fingers on their side. Frisk squirmed and swatted away the skeleton's hands.

"Sahahahans! It tickles!"

"Really?" He chucked. "I never would have guessed."

Frisk was a kicker, so much so that Sans had to back himself up a bit to avoid getting kicked. "Geez, are all humans this squirmy?" He tried to hide the amusement in his voice, but the endearing giggles coming from the human were hard to not find adorable.

"Nohohohoho! I'm nohohohohot!" They denied even as they were still flailing.

"You're not?" He teased, "Oh, I get it, you're not actually a human. You're a wiggly worm." He made sure Frisk saw his hands make claw-like motions before tickling at their sides again. The playful jester seemed to only make the tickling worse, as Frisk's laughter turned more high pitched. Though they shook their head back and forth, they made no real effort in pushing him away.

"Hey, I've got more jokes for ya." He said without skipping a beat. "Why can't you hear a pterodactyl go to the bathroom?"

Frisk was in no position to ask 'why', but that wouldn't stop them from trying. "Whahaha-why?"

"Because, the P is silent."

It was childish, but the silliness of the joke would have already been enough to make Frisk laugh. "Thahahahahats so- ahahAH!" Sans quickly shifted to tickling under their arms. They tried blocking the tickles, but found that they'd accidentally trapped Sans's hands in place. He hardly even needed to try tickling them, all he had to do was wiggle his fingers.

"Hey, I'm alright giving you a hand every now and then, but I'm going to need them back at some point." Papyrus used to fall for the same trap all the time. He could never lift his arms once Sans's hands had been trapped in place, making it all too easy to completely wreck him with tickles.

"Ihihits not my fault!" Frisk exclaimed through their fits of giggling. After a minute, they finally found the strength to lift their arms, and Sans took that as his que to change spots.

"Geez kid, I know these jokes are real rib ticklers, but come on." At that he switched to scribbling along their ribs, driving home the pun.

"SAHAHA-SANS! NOhohohoho!" They helplessly squirmed as he took time to individually tickle between each rib, another skill he'd picked up from his tickle fights with his brother. The human was certainly determined, but even they would need a break from the tickle monster eventually. Right on que, Frisk decided to tap out.

"Ohohohokay! Mehehehercy!" A call for mercy from Frisk meant it was serious. The kid had shown mercy to every monster they'd fought so far, Sans figured he should follow their example.

"Alright, I'll spare ya." He chuckled, releasing the giggling human from his clutches.

Frisk's laughing fit slowly subsided as they held their sides. "You were right, Sans. You are a real tickle monster!"

He grinned at the proclamation. Seems he hadn't lost his touch. It had been a while since he and his brother played that game, but now it felt as though no time had passed. He was still a big brother, that instinct never left him.

"Hey, can skeletons be ticklish too?" Frisk asked.

The grin on Sans face quickly dropped. Oh yeah, he'd forgotten that usually in their game, Papyrus would seek retaliation. He'd always let his brother get some revenge, it was just the principle of the game, but he'd also forgotten just how nerve wrecking the anticipation of being tickled could be.

"Uh, well you see-EEK"

Frisk hadn't actually tickled him yet, all they had done was get ready to poke his side. As soon as Sans even noticed the human was drawing close he flinched and yelped.

Frisk couldn't help but laugh. "Sans, I didn't even do anything."

"H-hey, buddy, l-let's talk about this," he nervously stammered, already guarding his sides.

"So, you're saying skeletons can be ticklish?"

"Nahahahaha! Frisk, whahahahait!" They just wiggled their fingers slightly closer to him.

"Come on, Sans, you said you wanted to make it up to me." Frisk smirked. "I'm the tickle human now!"

That smug kid. Of course they would play that card. He supposed it was only fair, since he was the one who initiated the game in the first place, but why did he have to be so ticklish? He had a knack for making people laugh with his jokes, but he was a bit more reserved when it came to his own laughter. He supposed laughing was another form of vulnerability, one others didn't get to see from him often.

Again, looking at Frisk he was reminded of his brother, eagerly awaiting taking some playful revenge. Papyrus was one of the few people he trusted getting close to, and despite his memories of humans from other timelines, he felt that same bond towards Frisk, like a new little sibling. As long as the kid was having fun, he supposed he could handle it.

At least he thought he could, before Frisk finally poked and prodded his stomach. "Pfft! Bahahaha! Wahah-wahahait! I wahahasnt ready!" How embarrassing. Frisk barely had to lift a finger and he was already a mess. He was hoping the human wouldn't realize that they could tickle his stomach, but that poke had sealed his fate.

"Ready or not, the tickle human is after you!" Frisk seemed to pounce as they scribbled across his torso. Sans couldn't hope to pretend it wasn't getting to him as his booming belly laughs filled the air.

It hardly made sense to Frisk how Sans had a belly in the first place. In their mind, a skeletons' clothes should hang around their bones, but it seemed like magic somehow gave his body a more physical form. They had no idea how that worked, but they were grateful for it. After all, it seemed to make him all the more ticklish.

"Wow, you're super ticklish!" The human exclaimed. "Are all skeletons like this, or are you just extra ticklish?"

"Stahahahap making fun of me!"

"Making fun of you?" they pretended to be offended. "I'm asking a real question."

"NAHAHAHAHAHA FRISK- NOHOHO!" He gawked as they suddenly kneaded his stomach.

"Do you mean no, all skeletons are this ticklish?" They suddenly scratch along his ribs, resulting in a yelp. "Or do you mean no, you're just that ticklish?"

Sans's deep belly laughs turned into snickering as he tried to respond. "No-nohohoho nohohohot either!" As he tried to catch his breath, a loud, unmistakable snort came from him.

Frisk didn't mean to laugh, but seeing the skeleton that was normally so composed be turned into a giggling, snorting mess was something they weren't expecting. "Skeletons can snort, too?"

"Ihihihi dohohohon't- nahahahahaha!" In trying to deny the fact that he could, in fact, snort, he left himself open to a sudden bombardment of kneading and scribbling on his belly. His clothes didn't seem to do much to lessen the ticklish shock, only sending him into even higher pitched laughter. Trying to block the human's hands, he fell to his side, allowing Frisk to tower over him and release their final tickle attack. They scratched and spidered everywhere they could reach. His sides, belly, ribs, nothing was safe as he could only throw his head back in laughter.

"AHAHAHALL RIHIHIHIGHT! I gihihihive, mehehehercy!" He gave in and grabbed hold of their hands, finally pushing them away. "Youhuhuhu little gremlin." His final giggling fit only gave way to more snorting, making Frisk laugh along with him.

They tried to giggle through an apology, unsuccessfully as they doubled over.

"You're a real menace, you know that?" Though Sans shook his head, he was still grinning.

"Saha-sorry, I didn't mean to push."

"Pft, please," He said as he sat up straight, "it takes more than that to take me down." The last thing he wanted was for the kid to think he couldn't handle something as silly as being tickled.

"Really? You seemed pretty ticklish to me. Way too ticklish!"

"Alright, alright," he nudged Frisk's shoulder playfully. "Ya got me, kid."

They kicked their legs in delight. "The tickle human wins!"

Sans patted the human's head. "Hee, looks like someone's fully cheered up."

He was glad the human was a pacifist, otherwise he might have been in trouble there. While he was reflecting, his watch suddenly rang out an alarm. Ah, his break was technically over. Though he didn't really care about going back to work, Frisk seemed to notice as they glanced over at the time.

Nodding their head, Frisk stood up. "I guess I need to get going. Alphys is probably wondering where I've been."

Even though Sans knew they would have to carry on with their journey eventually, he found himself not wanting to say goodbye. He knew Frisk would still have many trials to face, eventually leading them to their ultimate choice. Either they would defeat the king and get to go home, or they would give up their soul. Sans tried not to dwell on it too much, but it was hard not too when Frisk was right in front of him.

Maybe that's the real reason he didn't get to know the kid earlier. Getting attached would make it all the harder to let them go, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to lose something like that again. But the prophecy was already in motion. Even if he wanted to convince the kid to stay, like he'd attempted to do at the restaurant, they were too determined for their own good. As hard as it was, he would have to let the human return to their adventure.

When he turned to say his goodbyes, until he would inevitably meet the human again in the judgment hall, he found himself feeling different than he'd expected. Instead of sadness, there was a sense of hopefulness. Even though it seemed impossible, even if it really was impossible, somewhere in his heart he knew Frisk would make the right choice in the end, and they would be okay.

He stood up, a confident smile on his face. "Good luck, kiddo." Again, he held out his hand for Frisk to shake.

"I'm not falling for that a third time." Frisk rolled their eyes.

Sans dropped the whoopie cushion. "Eh, worth a shot." He winked.

Frisk giggled. "Bye Sans. I hope I see you again soon."

Sooner than they'd think, that's what Sans wanted to say. Instead he just gave a wave, then watched the human as they made their way back into the hotel, where they would continue their journey into the core.

It would be a tough road ahead, for both of them. But this newfound hope seemed to give him his own determination. No matter how this ended, he believed in Frisk, and he was glad he'd finally gotten the chance to know them.

[fimproda]

Welcome / Fanfiction Masterlist

(This is a long post. Bear with me: I'm unable to stop the flow of words that come out of my mouth. It's why I love writing.)

Hello there!

As I plan on using this account primarily to advertise my stories, here's a "brief" rundown of my authorial profile. Please note that each and every one of my works is R-Rated, and with good reason. (I like myself some smut.)

@zoyalannister and I are co-authors on AO3, and under our names is the The Last Flowers series, in which we hold back no blows towards Cassandra Clare's truly idiotic plot and characterization in The Last Hours and attempt to write something decent. TLF is comprised of:

Hydrangea, a three-part, Grace-centered minilong which takes place between Chain of Gold and Chain of Iron;

Daisy, a six-part, Cordelia-centered minilong spanning from the Whispering Room scene in Chain of Gold to the end of Chain of Iron;

Chrysanthemum (upcoming), a nine-part fix-it of that trash fire that is Chain of Thorns;

Geranium, an AU stemming from a particular plot point in Hydrangea;

Petals, a collection of missing moments from the series.

Please note that I am zoyalannister's friend, co-author and beta reader for a reason, and any defense of Chain of Thorns will not be tolerated on this blog. (I might be joking, or I might not. Find out at your expense.)

As a solo writer, I've been active for a while in the A Court of Thorns and Roses fandom with the Under the Stars series, posting, as of today:

Constellations, a Nessian-centric minilong which takes place about a year after the events in Silver Flames;

In the shadow of a dream, a Gwynriel one-shot that sets the scene for a future Gwynriel long;

Space dust, a collection of 31 drabbles for Kinktober;

Splendor Solis, a little Elucien worldbuilding piece set in the Day Court.

If you're interested about this fandom, want to know more about my stories (current or future), want to hear me proselitizing about how SJM is a truly great writer and suffers from too much negative publicity, or simply want to chat, I'm here for this very reason.

You can also find me on Wattpad, where my "career" actually started. If there's someone between you who can read Italian and fancies themselves some mediocre The Mortal Instruments fanfiction, you can visit my Wattpad profile and be faced with these ol' things:

Remembering the Past, the first fanfic in a trilogy in which I tried to imagine what life after City of Heavenly Fire might have been like for our beloved heroes;

Living the Present, which is RtP's sequel;

Seeing the Future, which in turn is LtP's sequel and concludes the trilogy, as well as starting a new plotline with a fresh set of characters who star as protagonists in this next story I'm about to cite;

House of Cards, a Watty award-winning first story of a tetralogy I never got to write in its entirety. HoC is pretty sweet tho, if I do say so myself, and you can read it even if you know nothing about the Past, Present and Future trilogy.

The stuff on Wattpad is quite old and I'm not posting there anymore, as I now find AO3 more suitable for the kind of stories I write, and also a more "fanfiction-friendly" and "English-friendly" website. But I still respond to comments and interact with readers, since that's the bare minimum in my opinion.

And... this is all I have to say. Nice meeting you all!

[jillsandwhichs]

Valenfield Oneshots/AU's Collection , Chap 11 , Officially Together

Masterlist

Pairing: Jill Valentine & Chris Redfield

Summary: Chris and Jill officially move in together

Status of their relationship in this one shot: engaged

WC: 2.3k

Type: SFW

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

"Take this box." Chris stated, tapping the top of the cardboard box labeled 'Clothes', it was resting in the back of the truck. "You got it boss." Jill teased, grabbing it and holding it firmly to her chest and walking over to the front porch. The main door was wide open, showing off the interior of their newly bought home. The two couldn't be more happier, and couldn't feel more accomplished. It was a true success, being able to purchase your own home in this economy.

Most of the boxes had already been placed inside the home, they were set in the main, extensive hallway, which Jill loved a lot. The front door was large, two rectangular windows formed side by side of it. The staircase to upstairs was in front of the door as well, easy access, Jill loved that too. Out of all the homes they had looked at, this one stood out the most. Chris wasn't as picky, all he wanted was a roof over their heads.

As Chris ambled into the house, Jill went outside, smiling a bit, realizing what was actually happening. She shaded the sun from her eyes as she gandered upwards, viewing the trees planted in their yard. They were tall, and beautiful, both of them were nature enthusiasts, so having these lovely, green leafy trees was a bonus, rather than a burden.

The tailgate of the truck was about empty, only a couple boxes left which were labeled, 'Kitchen Appliances', 'Fish Tank Equipment', 'BookShelf set' and 'Chris's awards + ribbons', and Jill had been left brittle, and confused. Jill had packed her own personal box, it had a lot of sentimental value to her. If it had been left behind in their old apartment, the landlord warned them she'd just toss it out, no matter what it is.

Jogging back to the house, Jill needed to ask Chris if he had seen it anywhere. "Babe?" Jill spoke aloud, stepping over to where he was standing with the group of boxes all around them. "Yes?" Chris replied, taking his eyes from his phone, and to his fiancees divine face. "So like, where is my box? Y'know? It just had my name written on it in blue sharpie... Where is it? Did you move it from the truck?" "No sweetie, I didn't. Did you already take it from the truck by chance?" Chris questioned, setting his phone onto the window sill.

Without even responding to her fiancees question, she sped walked towards the truck again, double-checking if she simply overlooked it, in which she didn't, it wasn't there. "Baby, it's not here!" Jill yelled out, hoping he'd come out to her, but he didn't, most likely not even hearing her. Moving is stressful, but it shouldn't be this stressful.

Wandering inside the house for the last time, Jill looked to Chris, who was just standing up straight, gazing at her, which it was quite the romantic stare. "Enough with the looks, Chris, please help me find the box! You know damn well I need it, Gia told us if we left anything behind, she'd toss it out. I will murder her if she did, I'm not jok-" Jill was cut off when she watched as Chris pointed his finger to the small box resting in the corner, which did in fact have her name, in blue sharpie written on it.

"Oh." She whispered, moving her right hand to her forehead, massaging her temple. "Gotta look harder next time, beautiful." He teased, poking her hip, causing her body to react. "Oh stop it." She groaned out, picking the box up and really making sure it was the correct one. She wasn't joking either ; she seriously would've choked out Gia if the box had been left behind, then tossed in the garbage like it was useless.

"I thought you said you didn't touch it?" "I lied." Chris smirked. "You're an ass!" Jill spoke, her tone playful yet annoyed. "I aim to piss you off, you look good when you're mad." Chris but his lip with glee, clearly getting happy with the result of the matter. "I'm sure you do." Jill replied, slapping his chest firmly, obviously not enough to hurt him, she'd never seriously hit her own soon to be husband.

"Oh, you love it, I can tell." Chris spoke with elate in his tone, staring at Jill as she strided off to their newly remodeled kitchen. Chris went in with her, watching as she admired the room. Jill recently got better with her cooking skills, so he already knew she'd be spending a good amount of her days in here, whipping up lunches, dinners, and snacks for the two of them. Chris did also know how to cook, but Jill swears she wants to be the one to do it. Chris can cook a mean steak though, especially with well seasoned fries and sauteed green beans.

"I wish I could cook tonight." Jill spoke, running her fingers along the wooden, polished counters. "Why can't you? We can run up to the grocery store, get whatever it is you'd like." Chris responded, his voice was genuine, it always made Jill feel comfortable when he'd speak to her this way. "Yeah, well, I appreciate that a lot, so thank you sweetie, but honestly ordering something is easier. I'm just burnt out from the day, all that driving and moving heavy boxes, I'm ready to eat." Jill snorted, heading towards Chris and where he was leaned up against the kitchen wall.

Chris eyed down Jill as she headed closer to him, as she did so, he took her waist within his hands, pulling her into him, their warm bodies pressed together, it felt cozy. "Well, we can order whatever you'd like... It is common for couples to just order in food, sit on the empty floor and talk about life whilst they eat." Chris smiled, thinking about the stereotypical couples who recently moved in together. "You got that right." Jill laughed, staring up into Chris's shiny brown eyes.

"I love when you're happy." Chris whispered, planting a peck upon her soft, small forehead, then using his fingers to move strands of hair behind her ear. "You make me happy." Jill whispered back, taking both of his hands into hers. She stood on her tippy toes and kissed his lips softly, the feeling of their mouths moving together was always so perfect, both felt as though they could melt into the kiss.

Pulling away, Chris gave Jill a warm, loving smile before moving away from her, grabbing his phone off of the counter and turning back to her, speaking softly, "What would you like me to order?" "Oh, anything's fine. I've been feeling like... Chicken lately, y'know?" "Do you want chicken wings? I can order that for us." Chris questioned, begining to dial a number. "Sure! Can we get honey barbecue ones? Oh and sriracha ones too. Both are good." Jill expressed, the thought of the tastes on her tongue was amazing, she was starving after today.

"Sounds good... How about you go grab the extra boxes from the truck while I order the wings, yeah?" Chris spoke, her words stern but sweet. "Will do." Jill replied, walking out to the truck for the real final time. Pressing the green call button, Chris shifted the phone up to his ear, waiting to hear a voice on the other line. "Hello?" Chris said, his voice kind-hearted. "Hello! My name is London, what can I get for you?" The lady on the other end asked, waiting to receive Chris & Jill's orders.

"Hey. Yeah, can I please get a six piece count of honey barbecue wings and a four piece count of the sriracha wings too, along with two medium Cokes please." Chris finalized their orders, waiting for the reply of London. "Alrighty, all together that'll be 13.25$, we'll have those sent out to you shortly, we'll need your current address as well." "Sounds great, thank you miss and here..." Chris spoke out, proceeding to give her the personal information. After a bit, he thanked her once again, and ended the call.

Making his way back to the entrance, he saw Jill putting down the last box, which was labeled 'kitchen appliances'. "Good work beautiful." Chris praised his fiancé, resulting in her smiling and gripping onto his shirt. "Why thank you." She said is a playful tone, smooching his cheek quickly before convoying into their living room, which already had a couch and recliner set up. The room was lofty, very homey too. The two decorated it as much as they could before their personal items would arrive, which they officially brought home today.

"It's great to finally have our own place, it's so nice here. I especially like the yard." She spoke from the heart. "Yeah, maybe we'll get a pool sometime... Or maybe a hammock." Chris smirked, his nose scrunching. "Oh I had a hammock growing up, I forgot those even existed." Jill exclaimed, reminiscing on her childhood.

It wasn't the best but she didn't have it as bad as other children at the time did. "A pool would be nice though, we could have it near the deck." "Yeah, I can live with that... Seeing you in a bikini, all wet and pretty..." Chris teased her, treading over to her and wrapping his bulk arms around her waist, standing behind her. "You're naughty." Jill bit her lip, gazing outside through the deck window.

Chris kept his arms slithered around her hips, his thumb caressing her lower torso. "We'll make so many memories here." Chris muttered out, his head resting on top of her head, her silk-felt hair rubbing against his scruffy chin. "I know we will..." Jill mumbled back to him. "We should get a dog." Jill stated. "A dog? Ain't it kind of soon for a pet?" Chris chuckled, squeezing her hips. "Never! I want either a border collie or a husky... Even black labs are cute guys." "I like that idea... Maybe a bernese mountain dog?" Chris cackled out. "Those are good family dogs, like the main option if you have kids because they aren't aggressive." "Family dog..." Chris whispered out, clearly thinking about something.

"Do you think... Well, I don't know, nevermind babe." Jill changed the topic. "What? What sweetheart?" Chris questioned her, pulling away from her body and moving his right hand to her chin, turning her to face up at him. "Oh nothing, I forgot what I was gonna say." Jill giggled, trying to move on from it. "You sure?" "Positive." She mumbled, squeezing his hand and moving away from him, plopping down onto the black leather couch. "Ok..." Chris muttered to himself, not fully believing what she had just said to him.

Was she gonna bring up the idea of a family? The two of them, eventually having children? Chris had hoped she'd bring it up one day... Did she get too nervous? Or edgy? Did she just genuinely forget? Chris's mind was bouncing all over the place. He really wishes she just would've proceeded with what she was going to say. He loves to hear literally anything that comes out of her mouth.

Ambling to the couch, Chris sat right beside her, grunting out as he stretched his lean body. "Love you." Chris spoke out, his arm wrapped around her slender frame. "Love you to bits." Jill said delicately, leaning her head on his shoulder, feeling ultimately at peace with herself. Being right beside Chris made her feel safe. He was so protective over her, he was her perfect match, as she was also very protective over him. Jill can definitely handle herself, but she also is content knowing he has her back just as she has his. It's called teamwork.

The two spoke for a bit, all about random stuff. Once Jill and Chris get into an interesting topic, they can never shut up, especially Jill, she's a talker. Chris can't complain though because he loves listening to her. He remembers how back in their STARS days, she'd just go on and on about all these random tedious things, it was cute, it's definitely one of her traits he favors.

"Those wings should be here at anytime." Chris chortled, gandering down at her defined face, her jawline sharp and her eyes popped in color, she was magnificent. "Can't wait, wish we had the TV here though..." "Yeah, we'll just have to entertain ourselves until we buy one, bet we can get a good one at Best Buy or Walmart." "Yep." Jill heaved out, rolling her head back, her neck resting on the crevice of the warm, well made leather couch.

"Remember that one movie you showed me? I can't remember the name for the life of me but it was so good." Chris expressed, trying to pin down what the movie was. "Describe it to me handsome." "So like, it was these two kids who visited their grandparents, and turns out, their real one were dead! Horror movie, I know that." "Ohhh, The Visit? Yeah, it's a classic." Jill replied, remembering exactly what film he was referring too.

"We should re watch it here soon." Chris stated, gazing at his fiancé. "I'm cool with that." Jill gazed back at him, leaning in closer to his face. "Good." Chris whispered, slowly moving his hand to her cheek and pulling her into a kiss. Jill breathed in deeply, accepting the lovely kiss from her soon-to-be husband. "Mmm." Jill groaned into the kiss, sighing when Chris pulled away.

"You're my world." Jill muttered out. She wasn't always affectionate type, but she's tries, knowing that Chris really loves that side of her. "You're mine too baby." Chris mumbled back to her, his voice full of gentleness. "Good." Jill spoke, sitting up off of the couch and stretching. "I am starving, when do you think those wings will get here?" Jill questioned. "Soon sweetheart... Wanna go sit on the porch and wait?" He asked. "Sure, why not?" She replied, reaching her hand out for Chris to grab, the two of them making their way to their newly made front porch.

[stackthedeck]

May I ask you a question: what inspired you to write fanfic?

Half joke answer: the Broadway musical Hamilton

Full serious answer: the power of friendship

I was always a storyteller and a writer, I would imagine going on adventures as a demigod to fall asleep as a kid, we all are transformative with stories it’s human nature. But like I got more passionate about writing in middle school when I got my first phone at 13 I was able to text my friends over the summer and I sent like a writing prompt list in the group chat and we all tried to write a story in our notes app and send it to the chat. My friends were so excited about what I wrote that I wrote more and it became a series that I’d update them on regularly. I was on wattpad for a while with original fiction and my friends were so supportive, they gave me ideas and drew art for my stories, it was amazing. We get to high school we all go through a Hamilton phase and I’m aware of fanfic I found it at the age of 11 on the family computer and same for all my friends so I write fanfiction for them for the fandom we’re all in together. They loved it and hyped me up but I also posted it on my wattpad and other people loved it and hyped me up and it was such a boost to 14 year old me’s self esteem. Like genuinely I write fanfic for the community, I like feeling like a part of something more, I like the idea that I’m giving someone a gift. I write fanfic to chase the high of weird girls friend group in middle school

[spacepiratenemo]

Firecracker & Cheeks

https://www.instagram.com/r0tt3n_rabbit_/

#canonxoc interaction post!

#portgasdace - #spacepiratenemo

I needed something wholesome, playful and something to make me smile! So, I drew Nemo being the usual lil’ shit she is, bragging and being a brat as always, playfully provoking the friendly punishment that is about to be served!

TBF! Nemo does have quite the loose tongue and an even cheekier potty-mouth! Sometimes she’s a lil’ savage, sometimes she’s gonna drop you the mic and often she will tongue-twist a diss that would make a rapper like Busta Rhymes blush! So let’s be real - That tickle-attack she earned herself yet again was well deserved!

Ace, smirking cheekily, having a firm grip on the space punk: Not so smart now, are you?!

Nemo, laughing maniacally, being tickled relentlessly: HAHAHA! STOOOOP! My tummy hurts! Have mercy with me, Firecracker!

A: No mercy in war!

N: Please! I swear I’m not gonna do it again!

A: That’s a lie and you know it!

N: That ain’t fair! You’ve got muscles! Someone! Help me!

Whitebeard: Marco, hold her feet so Ace can tickle her even better!

N: WHAT THE HELL HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU???!

Marco: Do you want the list in alphabetical or chronological order?

Ace, laughing his ass off: So, what are you gonna do now, Cheeks?!

Nemo, trying to pull off the puppy-eyes-move now: Pleeeeeaaasseeee? I’ll behave! I promise!

Ace, not buying it, but stopping the tickles for a moment to let her breathe: Really?

N: …

A: …

N: … NO!

The tickles shall continue until less cheeky behaviour has been archived for the next two hours!

If you love to irk people, you might want to have the muscle to fight the payback! Nemo might have a brain so smart that Einstein would feel stupid, but she also is silly enough to provoke this little fight over and over, fully knowing, she ain’t got no chance! But thb, tickles and playful games with the Firecracker are simply the best!

"If I could sell your soul for a coconut… I would." - Nemo

You can find my fanfiction on my Wattpad :3 Likes, shares and comments are much appreciated 🤍

"There's more than sixtillion trillion stars, planets and homes in this universe with more living souls than one googilion could count, and I was lucky enough to meet you, Firecracker!"

"Well, I just woke up! What did you expect? Confetti?", Nemo after hissing at Marco who tried to be funny and pull a joke before she had coffee.

"Do you think you can fix it?", asked Jozu, worriedly gazing at the broken down medical machine. "Am I a joke to you?", words spoken by Nemo without vocalisation, but only a look of her eyes, which switched her gaze from the highly advanced spaceship to the oldschool, badly engineered medical machine of the pirate crew.

[homogremlin]

I have no motivation to write but I also like lowkey feel like I live in a Wattpad fanfiction sometimes and my relationship provides good writing prompts so ig I'm sharing them in case anyone wants them

Also just looking for an excuse to talk about this shit because only one person outside of our school friend group knows so like who am I to talk to?

-for around a week and a half, Sun wore lipstick every day and then kissed Star and I on our faces. We planned a retaliation, which Star spilled the beans on bc I was late to school. I actually did write a oneshot on this one, but I felt like sharing

-Sun steals waterbottles. It's just a thing. When they steal mine, I have to pay to get it back in kisses. Apparently my water tastes better so it gets stolen a lot lol

-the other day, my dad drove Star home from a school dance and when we dropped them off I had this oh shit moment where I realized that they were just in our CAR and yet my dad doesn't know that we spent the whole night holding hands and kissing and flirting for god's sake, he doesn't even know I'm dating anyone. He doesn't know that I have a cheesy love note written on fucking origami in my backpack. reality check lol

-Star asks me while we're playing a game at a sleepover with ALL OUR FRIENDS, WHILE STAR'S MOM WAS AWAKE (although she was in another room, and Sun was sleeping) what the weirdest thing I was into was. I answered honestly. Any of the sus shit Sun does. ANY of it. the crowd goes wild. They had the same answer tho so...

(Update bc I remembered something)

-So Sun and I had been dating for ~5 months, we got together in April and it was august. So before I started dating Sun and honestly until after then, I had a crush on Star. Star liked me back. In a similar time frame. They didn't make a move partially bc they knew Sun liked me but they didn't think I liked them back. So it's august, we were at a sleepover and they spilled the beans in a game of truth or dare. "I used to have a crush on homogremlin". I share that I liked them at like, the same time. We all laugh. Also in that night: Sun and I came to an unspoken agreement ig? that we were gonna flirt with Star. Bc like we liked them. Star is oblivious. They thought we were joking. We had another sleepover a few weeks later. We share that we do indeed mean the flirting seriously. Their mind was blown. When I say Sun was literally. Calling them princess. And picking them up and putting them in their lap. While I was actively helping with this. And they thought they were THIRD WHEELING (my partner is a lil dumb but we love them for it)

(Second update this happened today)

-my mom took Star and I to the mall, we saw something glittery and my mom said “princess glitter sparkles” but paused between princess and glitter sparkles and Sun and I call Star princess and she whipped her head around to respond. My mom did not notice

[willshookaspear]

NOT BY BLOOD | RAFE - 31: pheromones.

Snippet of Chapter 31: pheromones.

"We can't tell anyone," she said finally, a serious look on her face. The smile dropped from Rafe's lips and he let his head fall back onto the pillow.

"This again," he sighed and looked at her. "As much as it's horny as fuck sneaking around... It would make my life easier if people just knew that you are mine."

Josie arched her brows at him, her insides jumping over a hurdle at that word. "That I'm what now?"

"Oh ha ha," he said dryly and looked at her with a face of determination. "You thought after all this we would go back to random hook-ups?" he whispered and reached down to squeeze her ass cheek.

She gave him a teasingly scolding look and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm a busy lady."

"I think you've proved that to everybody," Rafe teased back and pinched the side of her waist.

Josie jumped and hit him on his bicep. "You're one to talk!" she gasped in disbelief at his blatant slut-shaming.

"I haven't even kissed another girl since you got here," he protested firmly.

"What!" Josie laughed in absolute disbelief at the bullshit he was spitting right now. "I know that's not true. Every time I see you with your friends, you're practically surrounded by women." Josie clenched her jaw at the pictures that now flashed before her eyes, the jealousy that bit down firmly on her at the memories. But Rafe shook his head.

"So? Just because they want to fuck me doesn't mean I want to fuck them, Jo," he said, a cocky grin on his lips. Josie rolled her eyes and hit his bare chest. But before she could retract her hand, Rafe grabbed ahold of her wrist and pulled her to him. She was leaning her upper body on his chest, looking up at him when he spoke, voice devastatingly low. "Plus, I needed to find a way to get your attention."

"Pfft," Josie discarded and looked away. "It didn't work," she lied but Rafe saw through her like fucking linen.

"But let's talk about you." Rafe firmed his grasp on her. "I was starting to run out of fingers to count the amount of people I would have needed to punch before the end of summer."

"Shut up," Josie said and smirked but she knew Rafe wasn't joking. "Jared was just to make you jealous. Although we're good friends now, turns out," she said and winked at Rafe who rolled his eyes displeasingly. "He told me to give you a break."

Rafe arched a brow in surprise. "Is that so?" he hummed and stared up at the ceiling in thought. "I've always liked Jared. He's a good guy. Smart guy." A smug grin coated Rafe's lips and Josie scoffed. But she couldn't help but roll her eyes at how damn good he looked right then. He caught her off guard when he drilled his eyes into hers. "I was jealous, you know. Like..." he let out some air forcefully through his lips and sucked his teeth. He spared her of the details. The words on his lips were: Manic, don't-know-what-I-was-capable-of jealous.

But Josie smiled angelically, blissfully unaware of the unease he felt at the control she had over him. He brushed it off. He wouldn't want it any other way. He belonged to her completely.

AO3: NOT BY BLOOD | RAFE CAMERON by willshookaspear

NOT BY BLOOD | RAFE CAMERON

Two months with her aunt Rose's new family in the OBX would be fine, if the painfully hot, infuriating son of her aunt'...

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