Thicker Than - Public Demo Update
Happy full moon everyone! I’ve had a really good month and got a ton of writing done (almost 50k!) which you can read right now for free here:
Thicker Than - Updated Demo
I really hope you like it.
Side note: I also announced a book deal for a not-interactive novel I wrote back in 2022 this month. Of Monsters and Mainframes is going to be published with Bindary in 2025!
I'm ridiculously excited. I'm also going to be a bit busy next month editing that, so the vampires are going to have to take a bit of a back seat. I hope that's okay.
In regards to Thicker Than, I have finished Chapters Eight, Nine, and have started Chapter Ten. Chapter Ten and Eleven are both much branchier chapters, so may take a little longer to write than Chapters Eight and Nine did.
There’s a few fairly major plot points/twists in this update, and I’m a wee bit terrified to hear your reaction to those.
In Chapter Ten, the romance scenes are mostly unfinished with the exception of Marcel’s (totally finished) and Tracy’s (half finished).
As always, thanks for your passion and enthusiasm (and fanart! It's been so motivating to see so much love for these characters!).
Double thank you to the people who've supported me over on Kofi. I couldn't do this without you. I couldn't do this without you. 💙
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Thicker Than as of the 23d of April 2024
Chapter Eight and Nine are complete
I’ve begun work on Chapter Ten
Additional Words: 48,897 (excluding commands)
Current Word Count: 294,010 (excluding commands)
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Relationship goals
Summary: kissing rafe in the shower
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It was the end of the day, you and rafe were getting ready for bed and doing your nightly routine. Which so happened to be taking a shower.
The warm water running, rafe soaping up your back and moving the foamy substance to the front of your body, cupping your breasts ever so gently and massaging them as he cleaned you.
“That feels good” you whispered as your head leaned back against his chest. It wasn’t even the pleasure you were chasing, it was just the intimate act of rafe touching you so carefully, so gently, the way he caressed your breasts with such love and intent-fullness. “Yeah?” His breath was warm against your ear before his lips pressed a kiss to the side of your head.
His hands continued their work. Cleaning you from top to bottom, front to back, until it was his turn and you returned the favor. Soaping his back up and making sure to run your freshly manicured nails down his back and cause him to groan. You cleaned his chest, all the way down to his v-line, making sure to carve every ab and curve in his toned skin that you could as you worked.
His eyes never left your face once while you washed him. He loved you so much he felt he could explode from all the emotions you make him feel. He was never a feelings guy, but you bring out a completely different side in him and he can’t imagine his life without you, he loves you.
He brushes the loose hair out of your face before grasping your cheeks with both his hands, he takes a moment to look into your beautiful, captivating eyes once more before he kisses you.
The kiss is a messy, passionate kiss. His mouth covers yours and his tongue pushes inside as yours and his intertwine. Your hands come up to his neck, pulling him closer and closer until there’s no breathable air between the two of you, until you two become your own source of oxygen for each other.
The kiss goes on for what feels like hours, the warm water dripping off both your skins as the shower sprays. The shower door steaming up from the heat. It’s all almost out of a movie the way the two of you stand under the spray and kiss. You don’t want it to end. You love rafe so much. He thinks you saved him, but in reality you’d be lost without him, the two of you were made for each other.
Rafes the first one to pull away as he leans his forehead against yours, his eyes close and his breaths coming out in pants. He finally opens his eyes to look at you and you smile at him. His heart could almost stop when you look at him like that, he regrets breaking the kiss, he needs more.
You peck his lips, pulling back before this continues on for hours. “Let’s get out of the shower and get in bed, I wanna be able to cuddle my man while I kiss him”
And that’s what the two of you do the rest of the night, hold each other tight and kiss for what felt like hours on end. Your jaws will definitely be sore in the morning.
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Yandere wonyoung x male childhood friend. But this time both YN & Wonyoung had a good & happy ending.
HAPPY ENDINGS
YANDERE WONYOUNG X MALE READER
The hallway echoed with the rhythmic clack of Wonyoung's patent leather loafers. Her dark school uniform, tailored to accentuate her impossibly small waist, seemed to billow with an unseen wind as she stalked towards Y/n. His deep laugh, punctuated by the giggles of his girlfriend, Jihyo, grated on Wonyoung's nerves like nails on a chalkboard.
They used to be inseparable, Y/n and her. Crawling through mud puddles, building sandcastles that vanished with the tide. But high school brought new priorities, and Jihyo, with her warm smile and infectious laughter, had become Y/n's new companion.
Wonyoung stopped a few feet behind them, her meticulously styled dark hair framing a face that could switch from cute to chilling in a heartbeat. Her usually large, doe-eyed gaze narrowed into slits, the playful glint replaced by a cold, predatory gleam.
Jihyo, sensing the shift in atmosphere, turned around, a smile faltering on her lips. "Oh hi, Wonyoung! "
"Hey," Wonyoung replied, her voice a saccharine syrup laced with venom. "Nice… picnic for two?" Her eyes lingered on Jihyo's hand, innocently intertwined with Y/n's.
Y/n, ever oblivious, turned around with a goofy grin. "Wonyoung! Didn't see you there. What's up?"
Ignoring Y/n, Wonyoung leaned in, her voice a chilling whisper that only Jihyo could hear. "He doesn't belong to you. Not anymore."
Jihyo, pale and trembling, mumbled a quick goodbye and practically ran away. Wonyoung watched her go, a satisfied smirk curling her lips. Now, it was just her and Y/n.
"What was that about?" Y/n asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
Wonyoung's smile disappeared, replaced by a mask of vulnerability. "I just miss us, Y/n. Remember those times when it was just me and you?"
Y/n sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We can still hang out, Wonyoung. It's not like Jihyo replaced you."
Replaced. The word sent a spike of murderous possessiveness through Wonyoung. Replaced? He was hers, always had been, even if he couldn't see it.
"But it's not the same," she whined, her voice thick with feigned sadness. "She doesn't understand you like I do."
Y/n opened his mouth to protest, but Wonyoung cut him off. Tears welled up in her eyes, but they were cold, devoid of real emotion. "Do you even remember what happened the last time you told me you liked someone else?"
Y/n's eyes widened. A shiver ran down his spine as he recalled the "accident" that had mysteriously broken his first girlfriend's leg, effectively ending their relationship. Wonyoung, ever the concerned friend, had been there to comfort him then too.
Suddenly, the seemingly innocuous childhood games of hide-and-seek and truth-or-dare took on a sinister hue. Was it a coincidence that every girl Y/n showed interest in ended up ostracized or worse?
Terror replaced confusion in Y/n's eyes. He took a hesitant step back, but Wonyoung was quicker. Before he could react, she grabbed his arm, her grip surprisingly strong.
"Don't worry," she whispered, her voice sweet but laced with a chilling possessiveness. "Now that you remember, we can be happy again. Just you and me, like it always should have been."
Y/n was trapped. He had to play along, at least for now. But a small seed of defiance bloomed in his heart. He had to find a way out of this twisted game of love and fear.
As Wonyoung linked her arm through his, her perfect smile masking the darkness within, Y/n knew this was just the beginning of a terrifyingly sweet nightmare. Sleep became a stranger, replaced by the constant vigilance of not upsetting the delicate balance of Wonyoung's affection.
Nights were filled with whispered threats disguised as promises, and days a suffocating routine of Wonyoung orchestrating every aspect of their lives. Yet, amidst the terror, a strange realization dawned on Y/n. Wonyoung, for all her twisted devotion, cared for him deeply, in her own warped way.
One stormy night, as Wonyoung held him close, her grip tighter than usual, Y/n decided he couldn't live like this anymore. He had to take a chance.
"Wonyoung," he said, his voice barely a whisper. She looked at him, her eyes filled with a manic adoration that sent shivers down his spine. "Yes, Y/n?"
"I… I know you care about me," he began, his voice trembling slightly. "But this, us being like this… it's not healthy. It scares me."
Wonyoung's smile faltered for a fraction of a second, a flicker of something akin to fear crossing her features before it was masked by a pout. "Why does it scare you, Y/n? Don't you trust me?"
"It's not that I don't trust you," he said, taking a deep breath. "It's just that… I don't think this is love. This isn't the way friends treat each other."
The words hung heavy in the air, a challenge to the twisted reality Wonyoung had constructed. A tear rolled down her cheek, this one seemingly genuine. "But I love you, Y/n. I always have."
"And I care about you too, Wonyoung," he said, reaching out to gently wipe away her tear. "More than you know. But maybe… maybe our love can be something normal. We can be friends again, the way we used to be."
Silence stretched between them, thick with tension. Y/n braced himself for another outburst, for the possessiveness to resurface. But instead, Wonyoung surprised him.
A single tear escaped her eye, tracing a glistening path down her cheek. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Do you think… do you think that's possible?"
Y/n saw a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes, a glimpse of the girl he used to know, hidden beneath the layers of possessiveness. He squeezed her hand gently. "It won't be easy, Wonyoung. You have to trust me."
A long moment passed, filled with unspoken emotions. Finally, a small smile bloomed on Wonyoung's face, hesitant at first, then widening. It wasn't the chilling, calculated smile he was used to. This was a genuine smile, filled with a newfound hope.
"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I trust you."
The road to normalcy was long and arduous. Therapy sessions became a regular part of their routine, Wonyoung slowly learning to manage her obsessive tendencies. The fear that had crippled Y/n gradually receded, replaced by a cautious trust.
The childhood games they used to play took on a new meaning. Hide-and-seek became a playful chase, not a test of dominance. Truth-or-dare became a bridge to rebuild their fragile friendship.
It wasn't always sunshine and rainbows. There were arguments, relapses, and moments where the old darkness threatened to resurface. But through it all, they held onto the fragile thread of trust they had built.
Years passed, and their relationship blossomed into something beautiful and unexpected. The possessiveness morphed into a fierce loyalty, the obsessive need to control transformed into a supportive partnership.
One day, under the shade of the same tree where they used to play as children, Y/n knelt before Wonyoung. In his hand, a simple silver ring sparkled in the sunlight.
"Wonyoung," he began, his voice thick with emotion, "we've come a long way. You're no longer just my childhood friend, you're the strongest, most amazing person I know. Will you marry me?"
Wonyoung's eyes welled up with tears, this time tears of genuine joy. A thousand emotions flooded through her – fear, doubt, and a happiness so profound it took her breath away.
She looked at the ring, then back at Y/n, her childhood friend, now the love of her life. With a shaky breath and a smile that could rival the sun, she whispered, "Yes, Y/n. Of course I will."
Their wedding wasn't a grand affair, just a small gathering of close friends and family. But the love that filled the air was more potent than any fireworks display. Wonyoung, no longer the yandere schoolgirl, stood beside Y/n, a woman who had conquered her darkness and found love in the most unexpected of places.
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