#like girl i've read TF stories i know what this means

[miss-wizard]

hey. is someone bunnifying me

[strawberryvanillafrosting]

success life story ♡

heyy i'm here to share about my success story, the beginning is only before i started manifesting and about when i just started, all my success are on the very end of the blog, so feel free to skip directly at it if you're not interest by all the rambling !

have a good read ☆

michiko is so pretty, i've literally been told so many times i looked liker <3

the old story that i don’t live in anymore

okay so before i didn’t hate my life, at all, but i just found very dull and so poor of entertaining like it was just too fucking regular and repetitive.also a bit depressing. i thought of myself of such an unlucky girl before and i was like affirming all the fucking time that i was unlucky and guess what? everything really used to go the way i didn’t want it to go every single damn time and i’d be like i knew it im so unlucky boo-hoo.

same for the money i would just go every single fucking day rambling to my friends how poor i was and how i wanted money so bad and the same story every single fucking for days, weeks, months.

i really wanted a new appartement and my own room cause i used to share same room as my sister and it really was getting on my nerves, i had no privacy and place for myself. the apartment was small, my mum always kept complaining about it and then she would argue about my dad about it but the reason why we couldn’t move out despite trying for several months was cause my dad had whole lotta debts and my mom had a really low paying and hard job she was exhausted and, it was quiet hard to see them being this unhappy and they still tried their hardest to make us happy so i really wanted to get back at them.

about social life i had very few friends and barely went out, i'd say probably one time a month. and i really wanted to get that life of the party, and those big ass friends group and also i was crazy desperate about having black friends cause i am black and literally the only black out here without none of black friends and i felt pretty left out like wtf am i the only black girl with no black friends cause all of them (that's so dumb tho.. ) were friends and gets invited to the most fun hangouts and i was embarrassingly jealous of that and also complained a lot about it…and kept asking tf was wrong with me.

STRONGLY on this one : i wanted a relationship so bad and i kept hating and being sad to those couple on tiktok’s. one time i actually cried cuz i wanted a boys’s love so bad like i was craving it so bad. i was in such despair state before..cringy ahh ☠️

i used to be rlly insecure about my looks too even tho at some moments i felt more confident, i kept comparing myself and waisting dozens of minutes enumerating my "flaws ". i knew about manifestation but not really about law of assumption , for me manifesting was really all about listening to subliminals, method and scripting. we all once knew that phase yeah? i used to manifest from time to time but then would just give up again,since i was not seeing results and so on. so useful wow.and then there’s the others things like mediocre grades, poor family health, just constant tiredness and fatigue feeling,

tw : mention of being depressed,sh,ed, : felt empty like life had absolutely no meaning, suicidal thoughts, tried to end by over-consumption of medication, self-harm and bulimia, constant complaining and NEGATIVE ONLY mindset.

but now, NOW i tell you ever single thing i’ve just listed changed completely like every single damn thing i’ve just listed is no more, it’s out of the date, dead, buried and no longer existing !

it clicked

then at some point at my life i was just like. yk what? fuck i just wanna change it all. then i really like really  got into it all over again and for good. no more 1 week i try then giving up cause i ain’t seeing no « results ».

i watched hours and hours of ppl talking about loa (i’m not saying you should do this at all it’s just that i was very under-informed and wanted to know everything about loa)on youtube, shoutout to rita kaminski and hyler who really put me into it and informed me. then i started reading neville’s pdf books, and tumblr blogs, kinda overconsuming but i liked getting myself informed.

and then that’s where everything started and that i got aware of all the power i actually hold. all the things i actually can do just cause of my mind. i wrote down all my wishes in present tense ,like every single aspect i wanted to change/have in my life. and i started fully living in the end like really got myself into and at first of course, wavering from time to time in the beginning. it was pretty easy for me since i was used to manifestation.but what i didn’t do before is persist no matter what and that’s what was really tricky for me in the beginning to persist no matter what and not just give up to bullshit 3D. but when i kept moving forward no matter the 3D and made it facts the only my 4D matters and everything has already happened, ALL and every single wish down to the last one flowed into my life. ONE by ONE every single hour of the day i would get my manifestations down to the last letter i wrote in my notes.every single thing

success storyy

in a matter of few weeks like really 3 week-ish like- 1 month max.

starting off LUCK i’m extremely lucky now every single time i play gambling activities i win. i’ve won insane amounts at scratch cards i think i’ve won in total more than 5’000$. JUST FROM SCRATCH CARDS.and before i started i NEVER EVER WON. now whenever i play there’s not one time that i’ll win absolutely nothing even just a small prize

won huge lottery prize (from 200 to 12k the biggest i’ve won yet)

winning a gambling games, either online or dice rolling luck,bets, bingos etc.. its literally insane every one keep telling that i literally has got god’s blessing (i’m the god guys🥰)

financially freedom, my parents upgraded jobs and i’ve got lots of incomes + the money my parents give me 

all the debts my dad had, he got rid of ALL of them and when i tell you mf had a lot of em☠️

move out in a new huge ass condo which is a duplex (like really like i wrote it it’s actually scary how powerful we are..) I’VE FINALLY GOT MY OWN ROOM and we’re getting my desired furnitures and decorating the house i’m so grateful

friends and popularity i think biggest shock for me is really this. like my social life has gone from very paisible to completely fully booked and passioning life. like seriously i’ve been to more parties, concerts, birthdays, and hangouts during the last 2 weeks holidays than in my entire life

got lot of new friends, healthy relationships and quality time passed on lots of fun activities and sm memories

black groups friend. WITH AN S.so thankful to myself to be this good a manifestation i litteraly got into a black friend group of girls and i’ve never felt more at my place and understood this much. and these girls know the black group boys (when i tell you that 2y ago they were the person that i wanted to be close with so bad..also they’re really hot and funny lol)so we hung out with them and i was literally so highlighted and became pretty much friends with all of them !! 

my man. HELLO I LITERALLY MANIFESTED MY DREAM RELATIONSHIP? when i met him i didn’t actually realize right on the spot that he was exactly how i wanted him to be and reading back to when i scripted out all the things i wanted at the beginning, everything matched. he’s literally physically and mentally the man of my dream LIKE REALLY. we’re no bf and gf YET cause it’s just a little soon but we see each others super often and we have the best relationship ever i swear it’s giving wattpad. the flirting is crazyyy.

dream bod.from head to toe my desired body. heavy on the lower body all for that azz and wide hips.ive got smooth and clear skin and smell good all the time!! litteraly flawless face + got my braces which suits so much and dimples

plenty of vacations (went to ibiza, usa and dubai )

lenient parents they use to be so strict before i swear its crazy they let me go so easily now, i can hangout without asking 3 days ,like they accept even if i've gotta go in the next hour or if wanna go on trip that's in another country. i can come back home so much later too

attractive & magnetic aura + being really charismatic (everyone i met keep telling me i’ve got this thing that really makes them want me, get closer to me)

good grades without doing much

perfect self-concept - as i kept living 24/7 in the state of wish fulfilled, my self concept only got better making me really know what i’m worth and never wavering/ going back to the old story

whole ass pc set up

all of my desired skincare/makeups/shoes/clothes

and so much more...

outro

i hope y'all liked my blog and that it motivated some of you to NEVER GIVE UP cause y'all are reallyy some powerful mfs and y'all already got all of yours desires !!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ honey kisses, shayama

[haljathefangirlcat]

Now that you mention it, the Volsung-Nibelung-Dietrich cycle would make a good sitcom if you just focused on the zanier parts. The Nibelung siblings Gullrond, Gunther, Gernot, Giselher, Kriemhild, and (maybe) Hagen, with all their pals. Nephews Dankwart and Patavrid; Gunther's incredibly athletic girlfriend Brynhild and her dog and horse; the Nibelungs' best pal and Brynhild's ex Sigurd, who would be the man you wished your man could be if not his moments of random philosophizing or idiotic life decisions despite knowing what was going to happen; Hagen's best pals, Volker the musician and Walther the nerd; local businessman Rudiger and his sweet, cutesy young daughter; socially maladjusted Dietrich and his gang of pals, who always pop up during hangouts despite nobody inviting them... With less murder and more mayhem, it sure would make a good show!

You know, one thing I will always be irrationally sad about when it comes to the Sigurd/Siegfried cycle and related legends is that... it just never gets any of the wacky, zany, "how tf did you even come up that" adaptations and reimaginings Arthuriana keeps getting.

I mean, sure, you do have adaptations with some humor in it, and different ways to mesh Norse and Continental and even Wagnerian elements, and very different perspectives on the same characters. But Arthuriana really has anything and everything from Disney movies to anime and manga to Monty Python movies and musicals to kids' cartoons to A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court and all its parodies to Young!Arthur/Young!Merlin Slashy Bromance shows to irriverent French sitcoms to loosely-inspired queer YA romance novels to a few recurring and even main characters in "all stories are true" fantasy series like Once Upon a Time or The Librarians. There's even those collector's edition Merlin & Morgana Barbies that were making the rounds on here a while ago!

Meanwhile, the wackiest, less "serious" stuff our Nibelungs get are:

The brief Siegfried & Fafnir cameo in the Mara and the Firebringer movie, where the main mythological figures are actually Loki and Sigyn (can't really say anything about the books, as I haven't read them)

A weird Hungarian (?? iirc??) comedy movie where Siegfried has a talking piglet as his animal companion for some reason and Kriemhild really doesn't like him but she apparently can't just tell him to get lost and stop courting her so she orders Hagen to drive him away from Worms and kill him, which I've only ever managed to "watch" in bits and pieces

The comedic operetta Die lustigen Nibelungen, which I've never managed to find anything about that wasn't in German, so I'm not even really sure what it's actually about

The 70s porn movie The Long Swift Sword of Siegfried, which... tbh, I'd rather stick to fanworks on the nsfw side of things, if the alternative is Siegfried with a pornstache

A Modern/High School AU fantasy romance self-pub I once found where, from what I remember of the summary and excerpt I read, Brunhild is a Mean Girl/Queen Bee who tries to steal Siegfried away from Kriemhild and Hagen is Kriemhild's shitty jealous ex-boyfriend (nothing against High School AUs, or romance novels, or alternative takes on the Kriemhild/Siegfried/Brunhild love triangle, or Hagen/Kriemhild as a ship... but tbh, I'd rather see all those elements handled in vastly different ways XDD)

A couple of old Italian Disney comicbook parodies featuring Donald Duck and his family (but those were mostly Wagner-based, iirc, and then again, an amazing thing about Italian Disney comics is that they will parody literally everything under the sun from the Divine Comedy to Twilight)

... Siegfried (or Sigurd?) showing up in one of the Fate anime series? Or novels? Or games? Not sure. I've only ever watched like two episodes of the Fate/Stay Night anime and then dropped it because I didn't like the normal guy protagonist always rushing to protect his (secretly Fem!King Arthur) supernatural sworn knight just because she was a girl

And... that's it, I think.

And on the one hand, I get it. With Arthuriana, you have adventurous romances and ridiculous (affectionate) quests and so many different bizarre canons and twists on them that even that cartoon where Morgan Le Fay sends an American football team back in time to Camelot (I think that was the plot, at least????) is just another "you know, this might as well happen" situation. I suppose that, at least by comparison, the Nibelungensage & All Adjacent Stuff may appear more grounded and less easy to play with and bring in whatever strange, unlikely new direction you want. Plus, tragic events like Sigurd/Siegfried's death, Brynhild/Brunhild being tricked into marrying a man she doesn't want, and Gudrun/Kriemhild's revenge, or even Dietrich's exile, are just central to it, so that's kind of a downer already, I guess.

... on the other hand, King Arthur's tale literally ends with him and his son killing each other at the end of a bloody civil war. And it's not like anyone's ever had any problem merrily ignoring THAT part to, idk, have everyone in the story be cats.

All this to say, I'd watch the hell out of a Modern AU Nibelung sitcom. Or even just a Nibelung sitcom set in the Middle Ages, or Late Antiquity, or a vague mishmash of the two. The dream for that would be a Galavant-style show with musical numbers and a lot of scenes poking fun at epic and heroic tropes, ngl.

Actually, let's be real: I wouldn't just watch it, I'd probably write fic and make gifs and fanvids for it!

[literaticat]

Hi Jenn. I know you haven't read my book or my query so this might be hard to answer, but I was looking for some tips on how to construct feedback. I've gotten feedback that my query letter(s) read more like "high-level back jacket blurbs" instead of "what is needed for the query". They also said they almost moved on from the letter in their inbox but was hooked by the time they read it all. Could you break this down a bit for me and offer any advice? I can parse most of it but am still confused. (It also says at one point that that there should be more about the MC.) Does this mean I've written nice-sounding blurb that would entice a reader but not an agent? Why would a blurb entice a reader but not an agent? If it would entice a reader, surely it could hook the agent too? I kind of see what they're saying - but I'm also confused and not sure I'm analyzing the feedback right. Thank you so much.

As you note, it's hard to say really, since I don't know what the material is, and also I'm not sure what kind of "feedback" this was -- like was it a paid critique from an agent or editor? A friend just giving advice? MULTIPLE friends? Input on a writer's forum? Random offhand comments from different agents you actually queried put together? (Something else?) -- I feel like all these different people or groups might have different kinds of feedback, and I'd take some of it more seriously than others, you know? BUT ANYWAY:

When I see "high-level back jacket blurbs", that implies to me that you've given a big-picture kind of set-up in the pitch. ("High Level" not being synonymous with something like "Fancy and Sophisticated" or "Gifted and Talented" -- but in this case meaning more like "birds-eye view" kind of thing). Combined with them wanting "more about the MC", I suspect you are giving us a taste of the setting and world and a broad-strokes indication of the problem -- when what tends to be more effective is giving us a way in through the main character, and what THEIR problem is and what the stakes are for them, personally.

It would be like if you described the Wizard of Oz by telling us about how this is a fantasy about a magical world ruled by four witches, two of them good, two of them evil, and when a girl gets sent there from Kansas by a tornado, and accidentally kills one of the witches, she must go on a dangerous quest with her band of misfit friends, meeting all kinds of munchkins and whatnot along the way to meet a wizard in the Emerald City who might be able to grant them all wishes, but they face a variety of perils and all is not as it seems. In other words, the focus here is "big picture" and mostly setting up the world and the main thing that happens, but not setting up the main character or the stakes.

When what would probably be a more compelling pitch is focusing more on DOROTHY, what she wants, what her problem is, etc. She's the reader's way in to the story -- we want to care about her and find out what happens to her, right? So you might start by asking yourself some questions about her.

*** [ETA: It wouldn't hurt you to follow this "But" and "therefore" advice, either -- the literal "buts" and "therefores" do NOT have to be in the query itself, but it might help when writing out the story beats as below to help you from falling into a boring "and then" trap where you are just listing off events.]****

WHO IS OUR HERO? She's Dorothy! A plucky, resourceful farm girl who lives a hardscrabble existence in Dust Bowl Kansas, but has big dreams of a bigger and brighter world.

WHAT DOES SHE WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING? To get tf out of dusty old Kansas and find rainbows and happiness!

WHAT'S STOPPING HER FROM GETTING IT? She's a child, she has to live with her family, she loves her family but her family lives in Kansas, etc.

WHAT PROBLEM DOES SHE FACE? First there's a massive storm, which is scary -- BUT, her wish to leave Kansas actually DOES come true -- her house is swept up in a twister and deposited in the glittering realm of Oz! YAY! BUT, unfortunately, her wish came true at a cost -- her house crushed a witch when it landed. THEREFORE, though the people of Oz are happy about the witch thing, actually, she's now a murderer, and has been separated from her family with seemingly no way home. :(

SO WHAT CHOICE DOES SHE HAVE TO MAKE? Will she stay and embrace her new life as the pampered Hero of Munchkin-land with every treat and beautiful, magical thing she has ever dreamed of? Or put herself in danger and give up the lollipops to find a wizard nobody has ever even seen who MIGHT be able to help her get back to the farm and her family?

OK, THAT'S BAD -- BUT HOW DOES HER PROBLEM GET WORSE? Not only would the journey be lengthy and hard under normal circumstances, it's made significantly worse by a witch hell bent on killing her and her friends as retaliation for the death of her sister.

If you can answer these questions about your main character in the pitch, I suspect that it will help it feel less "High Level" and more High Stakes, and get the reader wanting to know what happens to the MC more quickly. (Maybe???)

[pixeldotgamer]

✨All My WIP Projects✨

Since the results of that Twitter poll I did show people REALLY wanna know what I'm working on, I figured I'd just announce/summarize most of the things I have in development right now!

This will be pretty long so it's getting tucked under a read more!

Don't Tell My Wife / DTMW (Game, Horror VN) Status: Active Development

DTMW is my entry for SuNoFes2024 on Itchio! Folks may actually recognize this one as I streamed some concept art a while back, and even posted some as well!

This game focuses on a Husband and Wife in the woods. Specifically, the Husband and something he's been trying to plan for a while. Now there's only one week left and his Wife has taken notice.

"You have one week to get your plans sorted. You thought you had more time than this. Don't let her find out."

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Treacherous Flesh (Game, RPGMaker Horror) Status: Research & Writing

TF follows the story of Ila, a woman who contracts a deadly illness and must wait 8 months for treatment. The game follows her over that time as her symptoms worsen, and her body turns against her.

Like many of my projects, TF pulls from a personal feeling. This game is an outlet for my own ongoing health problems. I started working on this game after being told I had to wait 8 months for an ultrasound I need for diagnosis. It's month 4 of 8 now.

Probably the most outright depressing thing I'm working on, this game actually means a lot to me. This is an outlet, but I'm also hoping it resonates with people who may be going through what I am.

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Dead Girl's Club (Game, VN) Status: Research & Writing

DGC follows a girl from a religious cult town tracking down the male "murderers" of girls from said town. The game is a very blatant look at the transmasc experience tackling themes of family, community, passing, more.

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Computer Angel (Game, Point & Click/Interactive Fiction, Horror) Status: Concept Development

Computer Angel comes from my own fascination with the concept of "angels speaking to you through your screens" and such, whether for horror or comfort.

In CA, your aunt has just passed away suddenly and you end up with her computer. As you investigate the machine to use for yourself, you realize there's something in the computer. Something that would very much like to make your acquaintance.

With 3 narrative paths depending on your choices, I want CA to be a spooky and surreal little game! While the concept has been fleshed out, this one is on the back burner until I dedicate myself to learning GameMaker which is the engine I want to use.

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Pop-Rock & Curly (Game, Point & Click) Status: Research & Writing

A brainchild of mine from 2019, where I said to myself "What if I made a detective/robber OCs but they're lesbians?" and then PR & C just. existed in my brain?

After just having them rattling around in my brain but never drawing them more than once, I decided to adapt them into a game! I've always had a love of P&C games, so it only makes sense I take a stab at one (Art from 2019)

The game follows detective Pop-Rock, who is personally requested by Curly to help as she rats out her no good boyfriend who has stolen a big flashy item. Using this as a chance to improve her reputation, PR ventures into the cities criminal underworld.

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Juno Law (Game, VN) Status: Pre-Dev Done, Art Concepts Started

Juno is what I'd call my first "modern" game idea, the first game idea I can pinpoint where looking at it I could go "Wait this could actually be a game!" Basically a "what if I made an PWAA game" type deal

We got lawyers, punny names, gimmicky designs, and more! While not what I would call a fangame, Juno is meant to be my love letter to Ace Attorney that I started cooking up after playing the main 6 games. I actually was pursuing this as my first game!

Juno is a LARGE game. The biggest of anything even on this list in scale. Because of that, I've had it on the back burner since I finished the full game notes back a few years ago. The game is completely outlined! All characters, trials, plot lines, all of it!

I'm really passionate about Juno, but I knew I had to be honest with myself; This is just too much for my first game! My weakest skill, in my opinion, is my writing. So, starting out with massive narrative VN? Maybe not, haha. Someday though, I want to make it.

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7. Cleopocha (Game, ???) Status: Concept Development

Cleopocha is about an android idol named Chapel, who starts dreaming of their past personas. It's a game largely about identity and asking what do we own those who came before us, especially when we don't remember them?

My current sticking point with Cleopocha is actually genre! The story I want to tell needs breathing room in a way a VN can't provide, but I'm unsure if an RPGMaker type game is quite right. What should the gameplay even be? Those kinda questions 🤔

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A2amB (Podcast, Liminal Space Horror) Status: Research & Writing

I've had this fascination with doing some kind of story based podcast as far back as 2019, where the title A2amB comes from! The name is a placeholder from the idea I had way back then. (Art from 2019)

The story now is WAY different than the first concept. Salvaging characters and concepts from a MOTW campaign I was running, the podcast is now about a liminal space mall and the people stuck within it. (Art from Aug 2023)

Casey Day, local computer repairmen and burnout, gets dragged into the liminal mall and is stuck fumbling around trying to get out again. Besides twisting halls, a mannequin cult, and unpleasant personalities - Casey will also be haunted by his own issues.

I've been on a steady dev pace with A2amB, but I'm still figuring out what I want from the story, as well as how I want to deliver it. So currently I'm just locking down the pacing and themes in a way I find satisfying. I'll probably have to trim a lot of ideas..

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And there's the bulk of what I'm working on! I need to refine my pitch process a bit, but I honestly just love gabbing about ideas!! I have no set release dates for these projects, they'll happen when they happen! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

[kyliafanfiction]

saying ward is only lame idiocy is pretty myopic. all true dykes support Victoria “cop” dallon

...I didn't say Ward was lame idiocy? The anon that 'recommended' Ward referred to idiocy in the worldbuilding, but AFAIK, I haven't called Ward idiotic or lame.

I've said I don't want to read it (and referred to gouging my own eyes out as a preferred thing to do rather than read it) and I've probably said a few other disparaging things about it in a broader sense, but the term 'lame idiocy' has not been among them. I'm not sure I've called anything 'lame idiocy'... ever?

As for supporting Vicky, I do like Vicky? I don't want to read Ward for many reasons, including that by all accounts I don't think I'd really like the version of Vicky that exists in that work, but I do like the Vicky that exists in Worm (such as she is) and some of the fanfics that use the decent (subjectively) parts of Ward to construct a fuller and better picture of the character.

But I doubt an actual supporter of Vicky would call her 'Cop' like that, especially not as a middle name. Leaving aside the fact that I vehemently disagree with that sort of labelling of Vicky (it's not inaccurate, but it is misleading and incomplete and certainly dismissive to just label her 'cop' and move on).

As for 'all true dykes' supporting her, that seems... off? I mean, popular shipping and fanon aside, as far as I'm aware, Victoria remained straight throughout the entire text of Ward (because, as I understand it, the first female MC Wildbow ever wrote that is canonically into girls is the Claw MC). Of course, ship whatever tf you want, Taylor being straight in canon doesn't stop me from shipping her with Amy or Rachel (or doing similar things in other fandoms, from time to time, though I do tend to do it less than some people in modern fandom) or having about ~20 different Pillbug/Skitterpan fic ideas.

So while I'm sure lots of lesbians and bi girls, etc do really like Vicky, hc as bi or gay or pan or w/e and ship her with Ashley or Taylor or Lisa, etc, as do presumably decent numbers ofstraight girls, guys of all sexualities and various fans of other gender identities (nb people, agender people, w/e), she's not like, you know canon sapphic rep or anything.

And again, I do like Vicky. I just don't want to read Ward. I would rather, as I said, gouge my own eyes out with a rusty spoon than read it. I would rather sit down on a cactus. I would rather read Twig. There's certainly things that would be less enjoyable than reading Ward, and there's also probably a good amount of stuff I would enjoy in it. But I do not feel any need or desire to subject myself to 2 million words of a work that I have many reasons to think I wouldn't like.

The fact of the matter is, for all that I am enjoying Worm, there are a lot of things about Worm I don't like. Not because Worm is bad or anything, it's not, it's just not really my kind of story. I'm not and never was the target audience, and I knew that going in, and I knew there were things about it I was never really going to love (the bleakness, for instance, which some people seem to adore, though they may not use the word 'bleak'). There's still a lot I like about Worm, but Ward sounds like it has even more of the stuff I don't like about Worm, and even less of the stuff I do like about it.

Obviously, without reading Ward, I cannot have a fully informed opinion on the work, and you know what, I'm fine with that. I didn't need to read 50 Shades of Grey to know that it's not for me and that I don't want to read it. And if you think that's an unfair example (which, granted, it kind of is), I can also say I don't need to read IT or watch either of the recent IT movies to know that I don't want to read/watch it. Not for me.

Ward's not for me, and I don't want to read it, and unless I was paid to, I wouldn't read it. (Or, I guess, forced at gunpoint, I'd read it then too). But I am not and will not say Ward is a bad work. All said and done, it's probably as good as Worm, or therabouts. So good, even great in places, but by no means a perfect flawless masterpiece. But I'm still not gonna read it.

I don't know if this technically counts as hate, but I am gonna rate this anon with a 0/10.

[skylermadness]

Full Interlink (Guernica Vandham TF/MC/AP)

(Original Date of Upload: February 4, 2023)

Guess I'm uploading my stuff to Tumblr now! I've been writing on DeviantArt and FurAffinity for a good two and a half years now, and felt like maybe testing the waters to see how things will do on Tumblr.

Original Description:

I have written two TFs of the Vandham variety and both of them are Mature. I wonder what this means for me. Anyway, this was an idea I've actually had swirling around my head for a few months now. I wanted to try something based on one of the early game cutscenes, and I kind of went with something that might be considered possession in the least? I don't know. Anyway, this was a really fun story to write! I was trying to go more of an angle of self-exploration and pleasuring during the transformation, something I didn't really explore with many TFs before (except maybe the Thor one from last year). I'm quite proud of how it turned out though, might be among my favorite works! ...I say that with everything I upload, damn. I also wrote this story as a soft sequel to my earlier Xenoblade 3 story "Gray Matter". It's not really vital you read that one first, I just thought it'd be a nice connection to end things on.

   Smoke was quickly consuming the valley's battlefield with each passing second, the only sound heard being that of a grueling fight. Six people fighting against a gigantic, monstrous creature of an unknown Origin.

   Farther away from the fight there's the sound of metal clanging, and energy pulsating shortly after. An egg-shaped object sits on the ground, splitting open evenly as a piston within it arises and blue motes of light escape its internals. The shell of the object glows a bright green. An eighth person is on this battlefield as well: a burly, bearded man who was currently mortally wounded. Still, he was attempting to do something despite his life-threatening injury.

   As the object appears to power up, this man lets out a laugh of triumph. "That's what I'm talking about… looks like it wasn't all for nothing!"

   And for a second, the TV screen flickers.

   In truth, all of what had just occurred was merely a part of a cutscene. One that belonged to the game Xenoblade Chronicles 3.

   Sitting on the living room couch, a young man named Mike eagerly watches the scene unfold. He had originally spent a while procrastinating on even beginning to play this game, but once he started he found himself hooked. The characters interested him, and what little plot he's been given at this point in the story had interested him. 

   And considering Mike's fixated gaze towards the TV screen. He was captivated.

   The fight still continues in front of him. The mysterious giant manages to knock one of the fighters off her feet. But before he gets a chance to land a finishing blow, someone else comes and uses their sword to divert the giant's attack. The swordfighter isn't able to get both he and the girl beside him away from the giant fast enough, and things already are quickly beginning to look dire.

   But then a voice yells out in the distance; deep, aged, accented. "It's not over yet!!"

   Mike stares at the face of the man. Guernica Vandham. Admittedly he looked like an altered version of the Vandham from the second Xenoblade game, but that didn't make him any less interesting. Considering Mike's ardor towards the original, the copy was just about as good in his eyes.

   The older face, the thick beard, the Australian accent. Heck, the jumpsuit looked perfect on the guy! It was enough to make him unconsciously think about just being the guy. Having his face, his hair, his muscles, his voice…

   In almost an instant, Guernica pushes down the piston and a massive pulse of energy spills from the object. Spirits of the fighters appear to be ejected from their own bodies.

   This includes the spirit of Guernica Vandham himself.

   Time seems to slow, and…

   Mike barely gets a chance to react as the burly man's spirit almost seems to get expelled from the screen of his TV and descend onto his own body. His physical form and Guernica's spectral form seem to overlap each other for just a millisecond, then the hulking apparition disappears as if it were never there to begin with.

   At the same time his television seems to flicker, the power of it short circuiting as his Switch emits a worrying noise of electric crackling. Something builds up, then snaps as the TV forces itself off. The console beside it does the exact same thing as well.

   The sensation that pushes everything out of the weird slow feeling state of time was the electrical crepitation of the very controller in his hand, the object seemingly mimicking the actions of all the other electronics in the room. A massive shock entered Mike's hands and arms, the young man hissing in pain as he flung the object onto the table in front of him.

   "What the hell was that-" Mike said, his eyes wide as he took in the sudden change of state in his surroundings. His limbs tingle from the sudden shock of electricity, and his palms seemed a little red, likely due to the heat. 

   His gaze wandered around. Towards the controller, which now appeared fine. Then to the television, whose screen was black and pictureless with no sound coming from its stereos. He then took a glance at the Switch, seemingly inactive as well. But there seems to be something faint, and Mike squints to see what it was.

   "Is that… smoke?"

   He couldn't fully tell, but a barely noticeable stream of smoke seemed to be escaping the docked console's vent. "Aw crap, did it overheat??"

   He stood up from the couch and took a step forward, but was suddenly stopped when he felt a sudden spasm course across his entire body. "Agh, what…?"

   The tingling in his hands seemed to increase dramatically, feeling a new, strange sensation. It felt as if he submerged his hand in pure TV static. He looked downwards at his hands to check for any changes, and… he indeed found some.

   "Wha…"

   Mike's mind blanked, the young man dumbfounded at what he was witnessing. Both of his hands appeared to be growing. Both palms stretched, size increasing with each passing second. They swelled with a thick meatiness entering them. His fingers lengthened to fit the new proportions of his hands, and a significant thickness entered them as well while the tips of each finger blunted. 

   The discomforting tingling in his hands slowly subsided, the cause being another change that seemed to settle in his hands. As his palms enlarged, the skin upon them grew harder and dense with thick calluses etching upon them. The skin on the back of his hands began to weather, aging rapidly as it gained an almost leathery texture to it. 

   Mike flipped his hands over a few times in a panic, eyes wide at the sight of them. “What’s happening??”

   This strange occurrence then started to move upwards. The rapid aging of his skin cascaded upwards like some kind of reverse waterfall. Alongside that came a substantial amount of bulk in the affected limbs. Bulk that was a result of an increase in muscle mass. It started in his lower arms, the areas heating up as an almost instantaneous workout was forced upon them, their musculature increasing greatly in mere seconds. All the while, the bones in his arms extended, stretching to a larger length than they once were.

   Things rapidly reached his forearms next, his muscles growing in that area as well. Biceps began to bulge, triceps magnifying alongside them. The sleeves of his shirt strained against this growth, easily becoming sizes smaller in comparison to his thickening forearms. This was quickly exacerbated once his delts started to gain mass as well, practically ballooning in size. From there the changes jumped to his torso, etching into his shoulders and beginning to broaden them.

   The sound of the fabric of his sleeves tearing pierced the air of the room, Mike groaning while sweat started to bead from his forehead. The odd tingling had remained as a searing heat that reverberated around his form, and now that it reached his torso it was steadily plunging both downwards and rising upwards. 

   He blinked a few times, placing a massive hand at the side of his head. “Hot…” was the first word he could muster, the burgeoning heat messing with his train of thought and leaving his mind hazy.

   “Ugh, something’s wrong…”

   Although, something about that very statement felt incorrect. His earlier panic was dying down rapidly, easily being replaced with a dazed disposition. Confusion was setting in; that of why this is happening, what is even happening. There was also a state of curiosity as well. 

   His eyes slowly edged to a side, staring at a muscular arm and thick hand. “So… old and…” his cheeks flushed, “big…”

   At the sound of that very simple word, something else began to well up inside him. Heat surged within the man’s core, his bodily frame now starting to widen and slowly pull at the buttons of his shirt as his size grew in width. The strain on his shirt's split persisted, his chest swelling as his pectorals expanded. It wasn't long until their growth exceeded his shirt's limit; a button breaking an eyelet while another one just simply popped off. His pecs continued growing, thickening into two meaty slabs.

   It was at this point that Mike's attention had drawn downwards, his mind in a hazy stupor. The site of his newly massive pecs felt satisfying to him. There was also something enjoyable about feeling his shirt continue to rip itself open, more and more buttons breaking against his wide form and thickening muscles. His stomach churned at the feeling of his abdominal muscles beginning to bubble from his skin. Buttons strained, a few simply breaking off, as a six-pack sequentially rippled from the top of his abdomen down. 

   Mike smiled goofily at the sight, lifting a hand and dipping a finger into the cleavage of his pectorals. "U-urgh… this feels… nice…"

   His breathing shuddered. Did his voice crack? It sounded… deeper. And like an accent was beginning to creep in. But those thoughts quickly dashed out his mind as he moved a finger downwards, slowly trailing the midline of his new abdominal muscles.

   "Y-yeah… warm 'nd… big…" he said, voice quiet but getting noticeably deeper with each word.

   His back straightened, pressure wracking the vertebrae of his spinal cord. The floor was beginning to move further away, the hem of his shirt riding upwards. A sign that his height was increasing.

   The sensuality of the experience seemed to increase substantially as he felt hairs prickling from his skin. His eyes widened slightly at the sudden sight of dark hairs emerging from his skin. At first it was just a mild dusting trailing across his chest and the middle of his abs, but it quickly grew beyond that. The fuzz lining his midline thickened into a nice treasure trail, that blossoming of thick hairs seeming to move upwards until it reached his pecs. From there it formed a forest of fur, a sight that greatly contrasted the hairlessness of his arms. Even more peculiar, all this hair had a dusty gray color to it.

   He didn't have a lot of time to dwell on that thought though, his hand moving back to his pecs and rubbing them a little. Feeling the bush of fur beneath his calloused skin, watching the hairs break through from between his fingers. His cheeks flushed again, the man feeling so… warm…

   He could feel this intense warmth running downwards in more ways than one. The button of his jeans struggled against his widening waist, that region being the next to expand. 

   It started off simply at first. His thighs started bulging, mimicking the changes in the rest of his body as the muscles within them expanded. Ridges formed within the denim of his jeans quickly as they outlined the increasing size of his hamstrings and his quads. But things quickly got out of his, Mike beginning to feel his rear swell in size. The seat of his pants filled, his glutes growing. His ass was getting round, firm, and thick. So much so that it was evident through the back of his pants.

   Of course, the front wasn't left unscathed. He could practically feel the blood shooting downwards, the man blushing in a mix of embarrassment and euphoria. His groin stirred with activity, the zipper of his jeans breaking from his new girth. A bulge had formed, Mike letting out a deep, husky groan at the feeling. He couldn't help but move his hand down to the area and squeeze it for just a moment of pleasure.

   Meanwhile, more of his changes transitioned past his knees. His bones pressurized as they bulked beneath his new weight. They lengthened as well, the legs of his jeans moving upwards as his height increased some more. The denim also began to split at the sides, muscles continuing to bulge in size. The crus of his legs practically felt like they set ablaze as his calves swelled. His legs were effectively twice the size of what they used to be, although the same could be said for the rest of his body.

   The only piece of his clothing that wasn't torn up was his shoes, but judging by the increasing discomfort in that area it was easy to tell that wouldn't last long. With his footwear, his feet were steadily expanding. Stretching out to get larger, getting meatier as well. His toes grew as well, each one getting thicker. As the size increased, the toecap of his shoes started bulging, his toes pushing up against the leather. The seams holding his shoes together were quickly beginning to undo itself, the strings fraying and splitting apart over the bridge. His heel dug into the back, ankles into the sides. Then, in mere seconds, his shoes split open to reveal his massive feet, which continued to grow larger until they were in proportion with the rest of his body.

   Mike was practically growling now, slowly trying to get over his sudden erotic euphoria. "Everythin's so sparkin'... hot, urgh…" 

   He swallowed, feeling the lump in his throat swelling as his neck got larger. Thicker, swelling out into a trunk. His voice continued to deepen, his vocal cords altering it as they changed within his neck. 

   "Somethin' ain't right…" he spoke. His vocal mannerisms were shifting. His very accent was changing, becoming more and more Australian sounding.

   He felt so confused. So many emotions and feelings were firing in his brain at once, his senses being overridden with other feelings every second. Confusion, euphoria, warmth, haziness, erotic bliss, pleasurable desires, it was so much.

   "Grrgh, ain't never felt like this before…"

   His body swayed, the man unhanding his groin and pressing it onto a nearby flat surface (a table, he'd assume if he could think properly anymore).

   He started looking around. "The heck am I… this ain't Alfetto…"

   A-Alfetto? That's not… is it? He was in that valley, a fight was going on… or, or was that just… a game? N-no, it was real, right?

   "What's goin' on…"

   He placed his unoccupied hand on his head. His mind felt scrambled. Memories twisting and shifting, identity in turbulence. Where was he? Who was he? He should know this goddammit!

   "Can't let your age get to ya' now, M… Mi-... Urgh-"

   His head ached. Shit, what was his name again? How the hell could he forget that…

   He groaned again, aches beginning to reverberate across his entire skull. The structure of it was increasing in size; lengthening, widening. His jawline resculpted itself, hardening and chiseling itself out into something more wide and blunted. His head's shape was looking more rectangular by the second. Structures on his face were next to change. His eyes were getting slightly smaller, his eyebrows getting more curved. His nose probably underwent the largest restructuring as it grew bigger, rounder, and slightly bulbous.

   Shortly after, hairs started to prickle across his face. Dark at first, but quickly shifting to a gray coloration. Stubbly fuzz running down the sides of his head, across his chin, around and above his lips. It soon began to grow, however. It was slow at first, but the pace soon changed as it quickly bloomed into a short beard. Short, well-kept, gray…

   His entire body had aged at this point, his face was about ready to catch up. His younger features faded rapidly; wrinkles etching themselves at the ends of his mouth, the edges of his eyes. His skin was getting a tough, weathered look to it. Older and older he got; early 20s, mid 30s, late 40s, mid 50s. More and more age was sleeping into his skin, alongside a massive X-shaped scar that slit itself across his face and scarred over in a millisecond. 

   As he aged, his once brown hair was graying as well. Starting where it met his beard, quickly extending to the rest of his scalp in the blink of an eye. His hairline was even beginning to recede a bit, granting the man a widow's peak in seconds. The curly, messiness it possessed was probably what changed the most though. Follicles were realigning as they pushed out his head, getting longer and longer. From the sides and from the back it became quite long, moving past the nape of his neck and reaching his upper back. As for the top of his head, it extended, but also styled itself, growing and aligning into a perfectly groomed pompadour-style.

   A soft green glow illuminated his eyes for a moment before subsiding. "Sparks, is this what death feels like-"

   He placed a hand on his chest. His… bare chest. A part of him reflexively squeezed a pec, the man shivering in response. "Wh-what am I doing…"

   His mind was still in a confusing mess. Parts of him that didn't feel like him were being subsumed, his identity trying to supplant itself firmly in his mind. Turmoil and chaos was trying to settle itself, pieces falling into place as he was trying to determine what the hell he was doing here-

   Alfetto Valley, Ouroboros Stone, Mœbius, those kids…

   He squeezed his chest again. Why wasn't his hand wet? He could've sworn he was shot straight through there…

   He tried to reorient himself, to look around, although he felt woozy and disoriented. He'd make a joke about being drunk right now if he was in his right mind.

   The final changes occurred as he stumbled; that being the shifts of his ill-fitting clothing. From an outside perspective, these changes were almost instantaneous. His button-up shirt fused with his jeans, the material of both articles of clothing seeming to harden into leather. Whatever buttons remained got consumed by the leather, the combined split growing a metallic zipper to compensate before beginning to zip itself up. The sleeves of his shirt seemed to almost disconnect, leaving the newly forming jumpsuit sleeveless. The disconnected sleeves formed a second layer of grayish-teal cloth that went across his chest to form a t-shirt. His jumpsuit continued to change, the material finally changing color to a plain gray while the size of it enlarged to perfectly fit his body. The collar of it unfurled and lengthened, almost going so high that it would graze his face.

   Additional bits were being added. Slits formed in the abdominal region of the material becoming welt-side pockets, meanwhile a pair of gusset pockets bulged from the thigh region. A belt materialized and snaked itself around his waist, adorned with pouches and a weapon holster. While his t-shirt formed, the part that touched his hand seemed to cause another sudden appearance of a new material, black leather encasing his hand and lower arm while a metallic goo emerged and solidified into an arm guard. A similar accessory seemed to appear on his other hand shortly after.

   The last changes reached the remains of what could barely be called his shoes anymore. The simple fragmented cloth and rubber that composed of the footwear's entirety expanded, the once-solid consistency seeming almost liquid as it consumed his foot and moved upwards and around the crus of his legs. It then shaped itself, molding into what appeared to be boots, garnering a leathery black texture while this occurred. Metal plating then emerged from that leather, a pair of guards strapping themselves around his lower legs.

   A boot practically stomped on the ground under his weight, the older man slowly regaining proper mobility absentmindedly. He didn't even notice an eye patch appearing out of thin air and strapping itself to his head, his mind registering it as having always been there.

   "C'mon, Guernica, ya know you haven't had anything…"

   Guernica! That's his name! 

   He squeezed a pec again, the mindless self-indulgence seeming to have faded. He could barely even recall what had happened in those last minutes, only recalling flashes of pleasure from one side of his mind while having flashes of war from the other. He let out a deep sigh. His chest didn't hurt anymore, and unhanding it he saw it was… fine. As if nothing was there.

   Looking up, he peered around the room he was in. Living room of some kind, pretty well furnished too. Although it doesn't feel like anything he's seen in the City. 

   As he thinks that, his eye catched a glance of a nearby window. It's noticeably dark out, but he can definitely see the night sky, the outside.

   "This definitely ain't the City…"

   So where did that leave him?

   Part of him wondered if this was one of those fabled upper realms like those he's heard the City researchers talk about in passing. Elysium? Or perhaps the divine upper plane beyond two giants?

   Agh, whatever. He didn't listen to them long enough to know. He doubts this is some kind of post-death paradise anyway. Especially since the last thing he could recall was activating that Ouroboros Stone, and feeling like his very soul was pummeled from its body. 

   Did he even get a chance to die?

   He growled to himself. "Don't go thinking those thoughts to yourself."

   He feels alive. He has to be. He's just in some… unknown world.

   "Hm. If this ain't Aionios…"

   This could be a big risk, but…

   He lifts up a hand and grasps a notch on his eyepatch's strap, squishing it around to undo it. It takes a few moments, but he manages to do so and remove the patch.

   He blinks his eyes. "Sparks, that thing gets hot…"

   He then feels something within his Iris. Crap, he hopes it ain't a Mœbius signal-

   But after a few moments, he registers the signal. It's familiar. It's…

   "Gray…?"

[andvys]

“that’s the thing, you create him so disgusting to people and for eddies girls to hate him more, “

This is a fanfic? 😭 Andy can create him however she wants. I think people need to learn how to separate fanfic from show canon. A fan writes a fic about characters based on how they want them in their own alternate reality🤠 I mean shit I’ve seen a lot of fanfics where Billy is the sweetest man on earth when canon wise he was pretty shitty. Yeah Steve is not like this anymore in the show after S1, but THIS IS NOT A SHOW! IT DOES NOT HAVE TO BE THE SAME AS THE SHOW! (& honestly Steve had a character development in this story! He changed a lot but ? That does not mean reader is gonna overlook the trauma and fall back in his arms. What kind of message does that send to people who are in actual relationships like those or who have struggled to get out of toxic relationships like those. AND you know what it’s not even about that. What this is mainly about is that as the author Andy can write whatever tf she wants. Just don’t read? Andy has never cared about likes and repost and attention. She writes for herself and chooses to share it with us. She can stop this any time she wants.)

Also yeah some Eddie girls may react the same some Steve girlies do, but I’ve never seen one be so rude to Andy. And if they are shame on them.

if we’re gonna be getting mad that Steve is written a certain way then let’s also get mad about how the story isn’t written by Andy to follow the show’s plot line in terms of the fucking lab and the fucking demogorgons and Vecna etc etc 🤠🤠🤠

I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL FOR YOU ANDY. I WILL DEFEND YOU TO NO END EVEN IF YOU DO NOT NEED ANYONE TO DEFEND YOU. (Which you don’t) I think many of your other readers will too.

-💃🏻💅🏻

THANK YOU!!!!!

you're right! this doesn't follow show canon, at all, except for the fact that Steve was a bit of a douchebag in season one, just like in this story but he changed in both the show and this fic.

honestly, I've never gotten this many rude asks before. and I wrote a rockstar!Eddie fic where he was literally a cheater (not to reader) and a liar, yet none of the Eddie girls came for me that way, not even when reader started a relationship with Steve (kind of) despite being in love with Eddie. In fact, most of the Eddie girls even supported that relationship with Steve and wanted it because he was so much better for her than Eddie was. (And Eddie wasn't even half as bad as Steve was in the beginning of this fic)

I love love love this story so fucking much. I put so much effort and time and love into it and I'm sad to finish it soon but I also look forward to it cause I'm exhausted about all the shit I get after every chapter that I post, it's literally annoying and draining.

[turmoilcity]

I wanna talk about Bella and MTH for a bit. I wanna roast her.

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I have absolutely no idea why I've become obsessed with a fic out of anything one could obsess with, but SBJ's More Than Human is like a drug to me.

I won't get into the awkward detailing, to save myself from embarrassment, but I've been following the fic since 2014. SBJ has no idea how much of an inspiration her work has been for me.

All of that's to preface, I know MTH is a ship fic, so adding my characters is messy and junky happies for myself. I respect and adore the fic for what it is originally, and adding my characters is just me being silly.

Onward, to Bella.

I have this running joke of Lillian calling Bella "A wannabes Buttercups" It's a poke at how similar I've made Bella to her.

Perhaps I've read sbj's essays on the greens way too many times because Buttercup's entire persona rubs off on Bella. From the "tough girl" trope, to the "only befriending guys" idea.

Can you tell, I think MTH Buttercup is super cool?

Well I thought it'd be totally wicked to up the antee. So "boom" add a shit load of Butch into a Buttercup 'stand in' and "bwam" there you go, Bella.

She smokes. She swears. She makes tasteless sex jokes and flirts with her friends.

I realized way too late that this could make her an unlikable brat. If there's one thing society don't like, it's girls with bad attitudes. And Bella... oh boy.

Because you see, like, Buttercup? She has a bad attitude, but it's not too much of a bad attitude. She's not going around talking weird shit like "Choke me, daddy," and then punching guys in their dicks for edge factor.

Bella is...

I'm not bragging here. It's like, a really horrible character trait I've tact unto her and i won't let it go because "bella go berserk. Bella Demon girl. She no girly girl."

Bella is a mess.

Like this "official" story I'm trying to write with her got me stressed tf out. She's just...

And im trying so hard to search if there is anything more to her character.

Um. There is, I'm just bad at showcasing it. In terms of More Than Human, I like presenting this character to the greens, obviously, like "look at the little baby you've unintentionally birthed by being such a great dynamic."

Butch: lemme see...

Also Butch: *yeets baby*

For example. I like when Buttercup bonks Butch on the head. It's a Funny! But put that trope in my hands? Pft... ha. Shit gets real unfunny real quick.

And like, I mean no harm inserting Bella into the greens ship. I'm just trying to get my baby some action as well, but she is so broken. Like "don't girl, you bringing too much to the party!"

Buttercups rationally crying over her relationship with Mitch at her, age, meanwhile, I gotta have Bella fighting a whole damn lucifer just so that she can shed a tear.

BUT THATS WHAT I MEAN. WHY IS SHE SO EDGY AND HOW DO I LESSEN THE INTENSITY OF IT???

I want her to be likeable, so I try not to make her too much of a brat? Like she's a definite "not like other girls" trope going around skating and only wearing baggy pants and hoodies and smoking weed and ISNT SHE SO COOL BUTCH? DATE HER. I DARE YOU.

I dare you to break Buttercups heart bitch 🔪

Woah.

Maybe... I'm Bella.

So i like inserting my problem child into the fic but there's an issue. She's got bad communication skwills 🥺👉👈

And- and... like... she wants to tell Butch, she think he's hot but what if he doesn't reciprocate it? Because like, they've built this weird friendship where she'll literally say shit like, "ha, yeah, if I had a [REDACTED] I'd [REDACTED] with Butch😏" and he'd be like "LOLOLOL this chick is so funny, where did you find her Buttercup?" And Buttercup is like "😐❗️😬‼️🤨⁉️"

And then I always imagine Butch and Bella just go on and in with the sex jokes, but let's be for real, how many pervy jokes is a guy gonna take from a girl before he eventually goes

1.

The answer is 1.

Thats all it takes lads. Is 1 joke.

Especially if we're talking about Butch. Butch is so much of a meat head he'd immediately assume Bella has the hots for him and HE'D BE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT.

But since I like to pad shit out Butch is "none the wiser" and eventually he's like "wHaT!?!?! bElLa'S gOt a cRuSh oN mE!?!?!"

And then he'd go fuck around with Buttercup because that's just the way the story goes.

So high, and dry, Bella is basically this meme

And then she starts avoiding her friends cause "I doNt wAnnA gEt betWeEn whAt theY'Ve GoT 👉👈"

And I imagine she tries one last time with Butch. She asks him to prom.

NOW I DONT KNOW WHERE MTH IS GOING, but I hope the greens go to prom 💚💛💚💛💚💛BUT IF THEY DO THAT WOULD BE SO FUCKeD UP IN MY AU LMAO.

Because you see, Bella would try to ask Butch as like, a last time thing, and he'd be like "no, prom is lame. I hated going with amy." And she'd be like "haha you're right."

And then because I don't want to take out any parts of the story I'd definitely want to keep the greens going to prom but then Bella, oh boy. Bella would be cruuuuushed.

So long story short, Bella does not belong in mth even though I work passionately to shoehorn her in there. :D

[ladybirdvariant]

A very aggressive Hiiii

Sooo

I go by El on here

Currently 14 (Ik I'm the stereotypical 14 year old teenage girl who writes fan-fiction I find it hilarious)

She/Her

I'm an Aquarius

ENTP⋆VLEF⋆3w2 (Don't know anything about typology my cousin just asked me some questions and gave me that information lmao)

Don't even know what fandoms I'm a part of anymore like it can go anywhere from classical literature to Glee. Basically I've watched the majority of mainstream shows and read the majority of YA/popular fiction books. Anyway I'll post mostly marauders on here bc like I love that fandom

If you can make a claim on a ship/head-cannon and defend it appropriately I will most probably become obsessed with it

I write fics and I do visual art but like art is bugging me rn so I'll probably just post fics, speaking of which here are some that I've written:

A One of Us is Lying AU, basically the marauders trying to solve various crimes in their small costal town, and that's the fic I'm working on the most rn it's so close to my heart I love it, closest I will ever get to writing a scream au (idk I just can't see how that would translate to words from screen, if anyone's read/written one id read tf out of it)

This is a Fault In Our Stars Alicissa AU, for those of you who aren't familiar to the book it's about two childhood cancer survivors falling in love, it's so dear to my heart and I yearn to finish it (I will finish it eventually)

So this one is Mary and Regulus teaming up to find a spy in the order ranks, I love the concept but like I wrote it and then sort of forgot about it and now my writing feels like it's evolved and changed a lot, but I want to get to it again, even if it means rewriting the first few chapters

This was meant to be a long Mary cannon compliant fic but like it didn't really get much attention and ik it's unhealthy but external validation is my only motivator atp

SO MAYBE IM THE ABSENT FATHER OF FANFICS

No but like actually rn I'm focusing all my attention on About That, then I'd ideally finish Great Or Nothing and then like either try to salvage one of the Mary fics or write something new.

Anywayyy if you read any of my fics make sure to read the content warnings because like I'm the edgy kid in English class who would write extremely concerning short stories with like gory and existential content and have my mum called in grown up

I love interacting with fandom ppl so I really appreciate comments and the like

That's it

[sunmoonjune]

okay sheesh i’ve been gone for too long exams took up too much of my time why did i chose to be a woman in STEM and god knows if i’ll even pass but 😭 I FINALLY GOT TO READ THE NEW (not so new) LTM UPDATE

a little late but late is better than never no?

FIRST THINGS FIRST i love your writing so much ik i mention this like everytime i send anything but your writing is genuinely mesmerising and i have to re read almost every line because you could rival shakespeare your writing in fact would make him jealous he would literally plagiarise you in fact he would wishe he could write that good if he was still alive!!!

the way yunho is so considerate and knows all of bugs ticks and how she’ll feel 😭😭 the one thin blanket so she doesn’t feel suffocated I CANT he’s so sweet give him not one but TWO kithes!!

and jongho being so caring and keeping watch and taking care of bug his love language is literally acts of service and he is servicing his acts!! big protector boss!! and the little forehead bump was so cute when he blushed when bug held his hand back AND HE CALLED HER LOVE >{^]!|$~! i’m literally gripping my hair rn

BUT BUGS DEVELOPMENT she’s sleeping soundly next to them which means she feels SAFE! and COMFORTABLE! but also the fact that it’s been one year omg that’s their baby that’s literally their baby

NOW HONGJOONG!! the long awaited bugjoong moment hath arrived!! the way he was on her left side so she’d see him instantly and not get scared,,,, the way he was so gentle in waking her up tapping the floor??? him bringing the mattress AND TELLING HER TO SIT BACK DOWN? she was sat instantly like girl me too tf

WE GOT A NEW SIGNED NAME AND ITS MY HONGJOONG!!! she called him HOME!!! and he HUGGED GER AND SHE THINKS SHE LIKES HUGS (girl me too) it’s over for me i’m gone im literally gone bye bye

AND THEN HIS STORYYYYY JOONGS BACKGROUND STORYYYYY him and bug deserved so much better im sat here crying :( but he was being so comforting of bug he was thinking about her mostly when telling his story he needs all the kithes in the world

and then woosan creeping and staring at bugjoong that’s literally all the readers creeping in on bug and her moments with all the ateez members staring like o_o

they’re so snuggly wtf i wanna be there too

anyways as per usual you absolutely DEVOURED THAT it was astronomical im gonna have to re read a couple times now again ‘‘twas too much for me

make sure you take care of yourself MWAH !!

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📚 anon I've missed you <33

gosh babes I totally understand the struggles of being a woman in STEM :")) it's a rough journey but you'll make it! I'm proud of you :D <3

omg omg omg better than Shakespeare??? No way I love you so much omfg <3 thank you thank you <33 that entire paragraph literally had me screaming crying throwing up :'D

yun is SO sweet and he knows his bug SO well :"] he takes such good care of her fr,, def deserves kisses and hugs <33

jongho's love languages are DEF acts of service <33 he just wants to take care of his partners and keep them safe <3 his lil forehead bump with yun was so cute too xD

also shoutout to 🪷 anon for helping me decide what nickname jongho would call bug xD I struggled for SO long and 'love' was mostly their idea hehe

THAT'S THEIR BABY <33 BUG IS ATEEZ'S BABY <33333

HONGJOONG <3 he was SO worried about bug and didn't want to frighten her even though he wanted to speak to her SO bad :') ALSO bug ogling joong's muscles while he brought over the mattress, so true of you babe xD

her home <33 the founder of ateez and the founder of her home <33

and joong's backstory :"(( they were clinging to each other and confronting each other the whole way through <3

woosan watching them snuggle was so cute xD they were blushing and kicking their feet fr :}

hehe I'm so so glad you enjoyed the update my dear <33 thank you again for your lovely review :D I enjoy them every single time <33 take care of yourself as well <33 kiss kiss <3

[ask-hannah-blog]

Hey it's uh, Pretzel here. Probably a bad idea I keep calling myself that but darn it internet anonymity matters to me! At least for now, if I could talk to Pretzel the Clown right now I get the feeling they would disagree. Too bad for them they're not driving this meatbag body of mine just yet!

Anyhoo, just wanted to talk about this Cassidy girl a bit. I wish I had met her, the human version of her I mean. She seemed like a sweet gal. I've seen videos of other fully turned Clowns like her. I dunno, I guess for me it's kinda chilling. I look at that and I keep thinking "wow, is this what I'm gonna be like soon? A comple joke that no one will ever take seriously?" I don't have very many friends, nor does my family like me (long story, #transrights). I guess it's just a weird thought to know that eventually to society I'll just be some wacky clown walking the streets doing pervy shit to debase themselves with no end goal other than making people laugh. I wonder if clowns still need to take estrogen lol. I guess that would be nice to not worry about anymore.

Personally right now my biggest worry is my major buck tooth problem. Big dumb overbite like that Cassidy girl. Makes me feel like a beaver lol. I think my newest urges are probably the ideas I keep getting about adding Cartwheels and similar stunts to my yoga routine every morning.

Sorry for all the rambling, I guess it just feels nice to have somewhere I can vent a bit about all this clown stuff that's (literally) taken over my life. My plushies say hello btw. Honk Honk and all that 👋💝🤡

🥨

Pretzel!

Yes, trust me girl I was silently screaming my whole time with Cassidy. Part of me was really happy she’d gotten over the shame she felt last time we talked in public, but goodness a little shame is healthy.

If you’re in the middle of nowhere I can do see your fear of becoming your town’s weird wandering clown. I know I’m so thankful for all my friends, patients, Daisy, and my sister. I’m very lucky I have so many people to share the load. I’m glad I’m at least giving a place bc where you can air your frustration.

I know exactly what you mean about the transformation. I would give anything for a tf that would let me keep my practice. Just the thought of being so aimless scares me.

As far as Estrogen goes, I’ll try to find a journal I was reading the other day, but clowns on estrogen have reported supercharged effects as their change progresses.

And I like buck teeth personally, but they do admittedly make you look kind of dumb. I shared a boyfriend with this bimbo is college who had Buck teeth, oh my gosh I loved watching her use her mouth.

Anyway, good to hear from you! Give those plushies a hug for me! Honk honk!

[laurfilijames]

GIRL YOU WROTE ME A WHOLE NOVEL 🥹😭💗

I love that you love their relationship!! I feel like that means how I've written everything is working and it makes me so happy!

I would love to write an in-depth scene about the Miller bros training but I don't think any of us would survive that 🔥

I'm glad you'd be waiting for him too because honestly, I'd never let the man out of my sight. I'd be on him like a koala at all times 🐨

I hate that he lied too. And he knows it was a bad move, but he just didn't know how else to deal with it and was so afraid of the consequences... (cue an eye roll for later)

I want to scream with joy every time you GET WHAT IM DOING!!!!! You catch every little detail I include to make sure that things are flowing and staying consistent and I love you so much for noticing these things!!!!!!

That nightmare has really messed this poor man up. 😢

Benny is the voice of reason and Will is so lucky he has his bro to try to smack some sense back into him. Literally.

Will is really playing with fire here 😅 when in doubt, act WORSE is his motto at the moment 🙄(the eye rolls begin)

I love that you're reacting exactly how the reader is/should be. I am so happy about this. Me ⬇️

Benny and Will will always make things right with each other as we saw in TF, but Benny definitely still thinks he's being a shithead.

Thank you once again for providing me so much joy and entertainment while reading your notes about this!!! It's honestly like I get to read a story about my own story and it's just wild to me that you take the time to do it 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

Breathe

Part 6

Pairing: Will 'Ironhead' Miller x female reader

Words: 5.4K

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Unprotected intercourse. Oral sex (female receiving). ANGST. Oh the angst. Mentions of war and deployment.

Summary: Will starts to distance himself from you to the point of being unable to mend things and tension rises between the Miller brothers over his actions.

A/N: No notes. Just tears. GIF by the amazing and generous @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler and beautiful banners by the loveliest and most supportive @spaghettificationandpretzels who also was my sounding board for my ideas and maniacal mood swings while writing this 💗💗

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“What if I hurt her, Ben?”

“You won't.”

“If she was in that bed with me last night-”

“You won't.” Benny insisted, cutting Will off before he could continue, sending his older brother a concerned, but stern glance as he turned around after filling his mug with coffee.

Will sighed and looked down at his feet, clenching his teeth together as the same thoughts that hadn't left him since last night continued to occupy his mind.

“It was so real, man…”

“I can imagine!” Benny sympathized, his eyebrows raising on his forehead, silently assessing his brother who he'd only seen that distraught once or twice before. “But you're not going to hurt her. That,” he emphasized, referring to Will’s nightmare, “isn't going to happen.”

Will puffed out his cheeks as he exhaled again, looking out the kitchen window where the early morning sun was casting a yellow glow over the room, hoping Benny was right, but not feeling convinced.

“Are you seeing her today?”

Will pursed his lips and nodded, looking over at Benny who stared at him over the rim of his mug as he took a long sip, waiting for a proper response.

“Yeah, I'm going to her place tonight.”

Benny shook his head up and down as he swallowed his coffee, appearing pleased with that answer.

“Good, that's good. We’ll have a hard session at the gym and hopefully that'll help you sleep better, too.”

“Yeah, you're right. Thanks, man,” Will smiled, feeling slightly guilty that he knew he wasn't going to sleep or feel better about this anytime soon, watching Benny light up and start excitedly going on about their training after Will’s convincing lie.

After refilling his cup of coffee, Will pulled a chair out from the kitchen table and sat, staring blankly at the black beverage steaming in his mug, tuning out whatever else Benny was saying, the exhaustion he felt from not sleeping the rest of the night and the pure panic that hadn’t truly left his veins making his whole body feel like lead in the wooden seat.

He wondered exactly how he would even manage to get through a workout, but knew with his tour coming up he’d have to keep training, and as he was always used to doing, he would push through even the toughest days.

Will picked his phone up off the table, checking it again to see if you had text, wondering if he should send one now, or wait until a bit later, or if he should just call you and risk you hearing that something wasn’t right in the tone of his voice.

He tossed it carelessly, sighing as he picked up his mug and took a drink from it, setting it down and then grabbing his phone again, spinning it in his hand indecisively.

Will roughly rubbed his hands over his eyes after he parked his truck in your driveway, exhaling deeply before finding the strength to get out and walk to the door, his workout draining him even more than he already had been. It temporarily gave him hope that being that tired would result in him actually sleeping, but the feeling in his stomach reminded him how anxious he still felt about his nightmare and that it was something his mind wasn’t going to simply let him forget.

For a moment it was all whisked away, seeing your face as you opened the door before he even had the opportunity to knock, your smile immediately making one appear on his own lips.

“Hey!” you greeted enthusiastically, your presence bringing him some calm as soon as you wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him.

Will placed his lips against your head, inhaling your scent and pressing a light kiss as he squeezed you back, the relief to have you in his arms mixing with the now persistent fear that he was capable of hurting you.

“How was your day?” you asked, peeling away from him slightly to look at him.

“Good,” he lied, nodding and hoping he didn’t look half as weary as he felt. “What about you?”

“It was good,” you smiled. “Better now.”

Will chuckled and followed you inside, kicking his boots off before following you further in and through to the living room.

“Are you hungry?”

“Hmm, no, I’m good, thanks.” Will declined, seeing a quizzical expression draw over your features.

“Okay…are you not staying the night?” you asked, finally noticing he came with just himself, no bag with a change of clothes or toothbrush.

“Uh, no…” he confirmed through a sigh, feeling guilty about it already. “I gotta be up early, something for work. It’s looking like I’m going to start getting back into things soon,” he lied, omitting the fact that he was already cleared and scheduled for duty in a matter of weeks.

You smiled despite feeling a slight sense of disappointment. “Well, I’m glad I get you for a little bit at least. How are you feeling about going back?”

Will shrugged. “It’ll be good to have a purpose again, maybe it’ll make things feel normal…get me back to being who I was before I was the guy who choked someone out in the cereal aisle.”

His heart ached at how you were looking at him as he spoke, your expression so genuine and clearly caring about him and how he felt, making that sourness in his stomach amplify from his dishonesty.

“Yeah, I think so, too,” you spoke softly, your eyes bright as the smile on your lips met them. “I’m really happy for you, Will. This is great news.”

You reached for his hands which he let you take hold of, pulling him in for a sweet, slow kiss that grew deeper and harder with each second, a sense of relief flooding Will over the fact that he didn’t have to explain more or evade the truth.

He focused on your kiss, breathing you in as your hands began to roam each other’s bodies and clumsily tore at clothing, stumbling toward your bedroom where he hoped that for as long as he was inside you, he would forget about everything.

It was all a mix of slow and fast, Will constantly reminding himself to relax and breathe, all of his emotions toiling within him uncontrollably.

As eager as he felt to have all of you as much as he could, Will wanted to take his time, soaking up each moment with you while he had the chance, every touch and kiss one that he tried to imprint in his memory.

Will sat on the bed, looking up at you as you stood close to him between his legs, his hands gently running up the backs of your thighs to your bum.

You sighed out slowly and closed your eyes, feeling his fingers find the edge of your panties and start to tug them down your hips, his lips landing on your bare stomach where he kissed you over and over.

He breathed in, keeping his nose and lips pressed against you, able to smell your arousal as he slipped your thong down to your knees before letting go where they fell the rest of the way to the floor.

Dragging his face along the crest of your hip bones and further down to your groin, Will moaned, his fingers indenting your flesh instinctively, feeling himself relax when your hands smoothed over his tense shoulders and back, your touch everything he needed right now.

He pulled you onto the bed with him as he laid down, both of you resting on your sides where your leg fell over his, his arms embracing you while your foreheads touched, his hand cupping your cheek to keep you close to him.

“Are you okay?” you whispered, sensing something from him you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Hmm, yeah,” he responded, moving his head so your noses rubbed together.

You gave a quick kiss to his lips, testing the waters, only to have him pull your face hard into his, his tongue delving into your mouth desperately, his claim over you clear as he released his hand from your face and grabbed under your bum, pulling your core against him where he ground his hips into yours.

With what little space there was between your bodies, you reached down and found his cock straining through the thin cotton of his boxers, grabbing it and tugging it free before angling it down to the apex of your thighs where it nestled perfectly between your folds and began to grind on him.

“God, you feel so good, sweetheart,” he groaned, hardly able to believe it felt that incredible without even being inside you yet.

You squirmed against him, moving along his length as you breathed out slowly and closed your eyes, your mouth teasing his before slotting your lips together again. His beard was soft on your skin, but you knew with how eager you were to keep kissing him that your face would feel raw by the time you were sated, the taste of him too good to stop.

Moments passed with you just like this, kissing and teasing, indulging in the soft and slow that you seldom did, usually unable to stop yourselves from choosing a rough and fast pace.

A long whine came from you as his tip breached your entrance, pushing through and settling no more than an inch inside, the tease of it almost equally as satisfying as if he was buried completely in you.

His hands grabbed at your ass, pulling your cheeks apart, the stretch feeling so good you automatically brought your hips closer to his body, making his cock go deeper while you increased the fervor of your kiss.

Will groaned into your mouth as he shifted his body, moving at lay on top of you where his weight pressed you comfortably into the mattress, lifting his hips so his cock slid out before slowing forcing it back in again.

His fingers raked over the sides of your head, holding you securely and angling your face up to his, his tongue exploring your mouth wildly as his thrusts grew into a deep, purposeful rhythm.

The thought of never being able to do this with you again crossed his mind, wondering what the outcome of telling you he was leaving would be and if he would even make it back alive, dreading what he knew he would have to face sooner rather than later.

Trying to ignore that panic, he relished in the way your hands smoothed over his back, your touch so soft yet so meaningful it helped make everything more profound, and he vowed to put everything he had into making love to you.

There had been so many times already he had wanted to say it, to tell you he loved you, because fuck did he ever, but now he knew he couldn’t, wanting to protect you from him even more and what he feared he was capable of.

Each rolling thrust was met perfectly by you, your hips purling into his to take him deep, allowing him to drag out slowly before pressing back in, the rhythm addicting and working to send you both over the edge.

Your bed moved against the wall as he put more power behind his pace, moaning and breathing into your mouth desperately as he lost himself completely in you, feeling your hand search for his where you laced your fingers together and held onto it tightly, his grip squeezing as he brought your linked hands up beside your head.

Will knew you were on the brink, able to read your body on instinct and almost better than his own, feeling your breathing change and the pitch of your whines switch, your free hand leaving marks on his back as your movements became erratic.

He felt you tense, every muscle in your body that was wrapped around his straining through your pleasure, your walls choking his cock as a surge of wet lubricated his strokes.

Will kissed you harder, absorbing your cries until your body relaxed under him, but he'd only allow you a short moment of reprieve.

He crawled down your body, a whiny moan sounding from you when he pulled out of you, your hands clawing for him to stay, but when his mouth landed on your soaked cunt your protest stopped, your hips bucking off the bed against his face as he worked to make you come again quickly.

“Are you sure you can't stay?” you whispered, tracing your fingers all over his sweaty face in a way that made him never want to move.

He sighed, closing his eyes and praying for the courage to give the answer he knew he needed to.

“I'm sure. I'm sorry.”

You looked crestfallen despite your best efforts not to, the side of your mouth turning upward as you nodded your head in understanding.

Will kissed your palm that rested beside his mouth, wanting more than anything to stay in bed with you, not even caring if he ever slept or not, but his nightmare kept nagging him and reminding him exactly why he couldn't.

“I'll call you tomorrow,” he explained, stepping out of bed and finding his boxers, leaving you in the mess of sheets to watch as he dressed.

It was so late already, making you question even more why he wouldn't just stay the rest of the night, feeling a sense of unease and confusion, and hoping you weren't reading into things too much.

“Get some sleep,” you wished, sitting up to meet him in a kiss when he came back over and leaned down, your hand slipping behind his neck where you felt him groan to your touch.

“Yeah, I will. You too,” he said quietly, knowing damn well he wouldn't. “I'll lock the door behind me.”

Both of you hesitated a moment, your eyes searching each other’s, your silence screaming the words neither of you dared to.

With a weak smile, Will turned and walked out, and everything in you felt so anxious that something between you was changing, and you couldn't determine if it was for better or worse.

The rest of the week played out the same; Will coming over to your place each evening to have dinner and spend time with you, only to make himself scarce as soon as turning in for the night was being considered.

He caught you staring a few times, watching him finish the dishes or studying his expression as you watched tv together, trying to work out what was going on in his head.

He did everything he could to act as normal as possible, but could feel himself slowly pulling away, distancing himself like he was gradually building up to the inevitable.

All of that seemed to fade the moment his body made contact with yours.

His hands would grip you tighter, each kiss more intense and passionate than the last, the time spent with his arms wrapped around you in a hug growing longer with each one, savouring your presence and everything good that you gave him.

He almost wished you would just ask, call out what you seemed to know he was doing, his guilt growing the same his love for you was, but the pain he felt in his heart at knowing he was hurting you, and was going to hurt you even more, was outshining both easily.

Six hours and forty-seven minutes. That was the total amount of sleep he'd had in the last three days, finding himself growing more irritable and angry on top of being exhausted.

He sighed when he came in the door, noticing the tv on and blaring, Benny still awake and watching a fight.

The last thing he wanted was an interrogation from his brother, and he prayed as he slipped out of his boots and put his keys in their spot that one wouldn't come tonight.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Benny’s head whip around, and as he walked into the kitchen, he waited for the comments to come.

“Do you keep fucking and bailing? Because it really seems like you keep fucking and bailing.”

Will took a deep breath and ignored him.

“Nice,” Benny added, sarcastically.

Will opened the fridge to get a glass of water, glaring at him over the door with warning, which only encouraged Benny more.

He always had a habit of testing Will, seeing how far he could push him until he snapped, and while Will wasn't sure if that was what he was doing now, it was definitely getting on his nerves.

“Getting your fill and then leaving her hanging. You must really love her,” he drawled, staring at the tv as Will walked into the room.

“Fuck off, Ben. You know why I'm not sleeping there,” Will huffed, plopping himself on the chair opposite the couch.

“I told you it isn't going to happen for real. It was a dream, man. I know you-”

“You don't know shit!” Will barked, cutting him off.

He stood and stormed to his room, hating how his brother could be so good and understanding one minute and then go totally against him the next, but mostly hating how he knew he was right.

Coffee was barely enough to keep him functioning at this point, and after another sleepless night, Will wondered just how much more of this he could take, especially with his deployment date looming and getting closer and closer.

He counted the tablespoons of grounds he scooped out of the container and into the coffee maker, hoping a stronger brew would help him drag his feet less but worried it would only do the job of amping up his anxiety.

For the brief moments he had slept, that same nightmare kept recurring, seeing your lifeless face in his hands until he jolted awake, gasping for breath and covered in sweat.

He knew should tell you about the nightmare and that he was leaving, but his selfishness was getting the better of him, feeling as if the moment he said it out loud that his whole world would actually fall out from under him, and the thought terrified him.

Benny came into the kitchen, his arms stretched above his head with a long exaggerated yawn, and even though Will told himself he wasn't trying to, it was like he was rubbing it in his face that he’d slept so well.

As Will went to grab a mug from the cupboard, Benny brushed by him, reaching around his brother to get his own, nudging Will in the process.

Will sighed, but ignored his irritation, opening the next cupboard over to put the coffee away where Benny stuck his hand in to get the sugar.

“Don’t fucking start,” Will warned under his breath.

“I didn’t say anything.”

Benny gave him a look, smoothing his hair back and out of his face as he grabbed the bag of bread and took out a couple of slices.

“No, but I know what you’re doing.”

Benny didn’t respond, and Will knew he was carefully choosing what he would say when he did speak next, seeing a tension in his back as he went about his business.

“You’re gonna have to tell her at some point, Will,” he said quietly, not looking at him.

Will swallowed thickly, feeling every muscle in his body tense up while choosing to bite his tongue.

Benny shoved him with his shoulder as he sidled up next to him, grabbing the pot of coffee before Will was able to.

“Can you stop?” Will barked, holding his empty mug up in disbelief.

Benny glared at Will as he put the pot back down, almost as if he was daring Will to make a move.

“Fuck you.”

“Really?”

“You’re acting like a dick and you know it,” Benny accused, not moving from where he stood.

Will took a step back, hanging his head. “I don’t need this shit right now.”

“No?” Benny asked excitedly. “Stop being such an ungrateful piece of shit. You treat everyone like shit, like you’re owed everything because you’re hurt.”

Will shook his head, feeling anger rise up through him, but Benny just kept going.

“You landed yourself the best girl and look what you’re doing with that. You don’t think she deserves to know you’re fucking leaving in eight days?”

Benny’s voice continued to rise as he went on, making Will’s teeth clench harder and his grip on the countertop get tighter as he leaned forward against it.

“Now you’re just pissed off because you know you’re fucking everything up. How the hell are you gonna go over there and focus when you’re turning into a complete fucking mess here?”

Will stayed quiet, hanging his head and unable to look his brother in the eye, knowing everything he was saying was true.

Benny watched him for a minute, waiting, and gave his final say before walking out of the kitchen.

“Get your shit together, man. Or something bad might really happen.”

More and more days passed between seeing each other, and by now Will imagined you had gotten the hint, having stopped initiating conversations due to how cold and short he was being with you, knowing you were doing your best to give him space in hopes that would fix everything.

Texts were rare and visits were brief, and Will could see and feel the worry radiating off of you when he was with you, your uncertainty if you were the problem blatant.

Two days remained until he deployed, and with his bag packed and everything else in order, he reached for his phone.

Can we talk?

You gave him a smile when you opened the door to let him in, but the rest of your face said it all, your eyes bleary and barely able to hold contact with his, your body language nervous as you rubbed your arm up and down even though it was brutally hot and humid.

“Can I get you anything?” you offered, the question feeling too formal but suiting the atmosphere, neither of you reaching for the other for a hug and kiss like you used to.

“No, I’m okay, thanks.”

“I’m guessing this isn’t going to be a fun conversation, so I’d like you to spare me even more grief then you’ve already caused, Will.”

Your words came out quickly, like if you didn’t rush to say them you wouldn’t get them out, and your voice shook, making Will’s heart break even more than it was.

He sighed and nodded, raising his eyebrows on his forehead.

“I think we should stop before we get too far ahead of ourselves here.”

“What does that mean?” you scoffed, your frustration and confusion clear as day.

“What do you think it means?” he said pointedly, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at you bluntly.

You nodded your head as you looked up at the ceiling, blinking quickly to fight off the tears he knew you were struggling to keep back.

“I thought this was what you wanted,” you explained. “Why didn’t you say if it was too much or too fast?”

“I’m sorry,” he said flatly, looking at your face contort with even more hurt and confusion.

“You’re sorry?” you blurted. “You’ve spent the last however many weeks stringing me along and acting like everything was fine until all of a sudden it wasn’t and then you fucking ghost me? And all you have to say is you’re sorry?”

“Why is that so hard to understand?” he spat, the chill of his words surprising himself.

He watched your expression shift, your anger switching to a gut-wrenching hurt he knew too well, your pain washing over you in a rippling effect after his words slapped you across the face.

“Because I’m falling in love with you!”

He felt like he’d been punched in the stomach, knowing all along that you were but hearing it hit him so much harder, and in the act of self-preservation, he continued his facade of not loving you in return.

“Yeah? Well stop, because you’re only gonna end up hurt.”

“Wha-” you started, but he cut you off before you were able to start asking questions.

“I’m deploying in two days.”

Your mouth opened and closed, and he knew the feeling of not being able to properly take the breath you so desperately needed, the shock on your face forcing Will to look away and down at his boots, too cowardly to face what he caused.

“I can’t go do this mission with any distractions,” he explained, his tone flat and expressionless.

“Is that all I am to you? Do you not think I care or wouldn’t offer support…I can't just put how I feel about you on hold or dismiss it completely, Will. Us breaking this off isn't going to make a difference in me worrying about you or erase what we have.”

Will shrugged, not knowing what else to say and feeling like he was out of lies to spew, and at this point nothing he said would make any of it better or worse.

You shook your head quickly and grunted frustratedly, wiping the tears that finally fell off your cheeks.

"I don't know why I'm crying,” you laughed, looking at him defeatedly. “You're not mine to cry over."

Will couldn’t bring himself to look at you again as he made his way over to the door, knowing damn well that he was yours as much as you were his, his entire heart left behind with you as he walked out.

After crying more tears than you thought you ever had, you peeled yourself out of bed and dragged your sorry ass to the gym, needing to distract your mind and do something good for your body, even if it meant risking seeing one or both of the Miller brothers there.

Your reflection was like a stranger, a hollowed-out version of yourself with puffy, blood-shot eyes lifting the dumbbells in your hands up and down as you worked through a set of bicep curls.

You were barely able to count through your reps, thinking how ironic it was that that was how you and Will met in the first place, but you knew the exact amount of hours it had been since he came and broke things off with you, and how long it was until he’d be on a plane flying out to wherever hell he was going.

You did a double-take in the mirror when you saw Benny come out of the change room, spinning around to see him better, the large black and blue bruise swelling around his left eye making your mouth hang open. A cut on his lower lip looked like it was still bleeding, and you thought it all to be strange when you recalled Will telling you he didn’t have any more fights until the fall.

The sympathetic smile he gave you was a reminder of all the things you knew you would be missing out on, but you shoved those feelings aside and walked over to him, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“What the hell happened to you? I thought you weren’t fighting for a while?”

Benny huffed out a laugh, rolling his eyes. “You should see the other guy…”

That drew your attention to his hands, seeing the skin on his knuckles broken and red, knowing whoever was on the receiving end of it was likely in far worse shape than him.

Before anything else could be explained, you followed Benny’s gaze as he looked up, your heart stuck in your throat as you watched Will walk in the front door, his face even more beat up than Benny’s was.

You looked at Benny where he just shrugged, knowing you had put two and two together.

“He deserved it,” he said flatly, clearly not proud of it. “I don’t know what the hell has gotten into him. I’m sorry for what he did to you.”

You nodded and bit your lip, looking down at the floor because you knew if you met Benny’s kind, blue eyes, you would crack again.

You sighed, praying your voice didn’t break when you spoke. “Do you think he’s going to be okay?”

Benny nodded convincingly, the faith he had in his older brother never faltering despite whatever was happening. “Yeah, he’ll be fine.”

You nodded, feeling the lump in your throat return.

“Are you gonna be alright?” he asked, making you nod faster and look anywhere but at him, the tears coming on fast as all the equipment surrounding you began to blur in your vision.

“I’m sorry he’s such a dipshit.”

You laughed through your tears, and Benny did too, his broad smile making you feel a little better.

“It’s just crazy,” you started, finding your courage to speak. “I don’t even hate him for what he did. I just want him to be happy and be safe.”

“Yeah, me too,” he agreed. “That’s what happens when you love someone.”

It was silent in the truck on the way over.

Benny hadn’t even turned on the radio which was unusual, leaving Will with nothing to listen to other than his thoughts and the sound of his pulse, counting each heartbeat until his brother pulled onto the tarmac and parked.

“You sure you're gonna be okay over there?” he asked, and Will could feel his eyes fixed on him.

Puffing out his cheeks, he breathed, “I think so. Kinda have to be.”

Will looked out the window, seeing all the families saying goodbye to his fellow troops, his heart aching in his chest as his mind went to you.

He blinked and then turned toward Benny, shaking his head and laughing, seeing how bad Benny’s beat up face was and knowing he looked ten times worse.

“We look like idiots.”

Benny ripped down the visor to look at his face in the mirror, offended Will would say such a thing.

“I look like this pretty much all the time. Are you saying I always look like an idiot?”

“I'll leave that up to you.”

Their chuckles faded out, leaving them to sit in silence for a couple of minutes, Benny studying Will carefully for any tell that he wasn’t stable enough to get on that aircraft.

He saw his brother’s chest rising and falling sharply, the pulse in his neck thumping wildly, the muscles in his cheeks flinching as he tried to control his emotions.

“Everything will be fine, man.” Benny assured him, referring to both things with you and his mission.

Will nodded and finally found the courage to look over at him, his eyes wet.

“Keep an eye on her for me?” he choked out, trying to swallow the broken sob that followed his words.

“I will.”

Benny clapped his shoulder and shook it, his eyes welling up too, knowing he would never get used to these goodbyes regardless of how many times they happened, seeing his big brother go off to war something he hated more and more over the years.

Will leaned over and pulled him into a hug, squeezing his back so tight while feeling himself start to crumble as Benny reciprocated it with equal force.

“I love you, man,” Benny mumbled against his brother’s shoulder.

“I love you, too, Ben.”

Benny knew there was no point in punishing him anymore, it was punishment enough with his own guilt and having to go do what he was, and losing you on top of it was about all Will could handle.

He’d have his brother’s back no matter what, even if he didn’t agree with some of the things he’d done, and knew Will would do the exact same for him if it was the other way around.

Benny had never seen Will so happy as when he was with you, and promised to himself that he would do everything in his power to help get you two back together, refusing to let him give up on what he knew was the real deal.

The brothers parted, Benny squeezing the back of Will’s neck as Will pulled the handle to open the door.

“Go get ‘em and get on home.”

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Why don't I do it for you?

a/n: it's finally here!! the moment you've all been waiting for! i'm so so happy with out this turned out and i really hope you all like it! i'm thinking of changing the title but i honestly don't know what to LMAO idk "the other woman pt.2" sounds bland i need some zest i hope you guys enjoy reading this cause i definitely enjoyed writing it! read part one here! credit to the gif owner! enjoy the story yall <3 why tf they look so good in this gif i'm BARKING bruh

Steve watched you in the ammunition store playing around with Dustin, you both stopped deciding it was time to be serious before bursting into another fit of giggles. He let out a sigh grabbing a bottle of gasoline and put it in the shopping cart roughly causing Robin to flinch.

“Are you okay?”

Steve chuckled and nodded his head. “yup. just peachy!”

Dustin ran up to Steve and Robin with a wide smile on his face. “Guys check it out! y/n gave me a bandanna and tied it like eddie’s! pretty sick right?” Dustin asked while doing a pose. Steve smiled then looked around the shop, his eyes frantically looking for you in the big store.

“Hold on, where's y/n?”

-

You cocked the shotgun, a small smile on your face at how easily you handled it.

“How much is this?” You asked the man working the counter.

“$120.99, but I'll throw in twenty rounds buckshot for you.”

you smiled at the man and nodded while inspecting the gun that was in your hands.

“Hey, can I see this pretty 357 please?” you heard a familiar voice ask. the blood in your veins ran cold and you shivered. you turned your head and let out a curse when you saw Jason Carver. You quickly look back down at the gun trying to shield your face as best as you could, your breathing picked up a bit as you gripped the gun.

“y/n l/n.” you heard him say. You close your eyes and let out a sigh. you forced a smile as you looked at him.

“I didn't expect to find you here.” he said while holding a gun in his hand.

your heart was beating out of your chest and the only thing you could think to yourself was please don't let them find eddie.

“yeah, well it's just, scary times.” you say while looking at him. Jason wasn't the best looking guy in your book, but he also wasn't the ugliest. You took this time to study him. He had dark circles under his eyes and his skin looked a shade paler than usual.

“I'm sorry,” you began. “about um, Chrissy.”

He nodded his head at you and put down the gun he was carrying. “Want my advice?”

The word no was on the tip of your tongue. You could say it but the minute he stepped closer everything you once knew fled your mind.

“Shotguns aren't good past anything besides killing birds,” he said standing up straighter. He took a step towards you.

“I mean they have power, sure, but not much range.” He was up close now. You could see the bloodshot red color in his eyes and sweat dancing along his forehead.

“That's just gonna force you into close-up combat, and someone can just grab the barrel like this,” he grunted out as he grabbed the barrel of the shotgun. You let out a gasp as he pulled you toward him.

“And redirect it,” he said. You glared at him and tried snatching the gun back, but you were unsuccessful.

“You know Eddie, right?”

“Only because I tutor him.” you lied.

Jason smirked and shook his head. “I don't buy it, I've seen you come to school with him and even eat lunch at his table. You're one of them, aren't you?”

Your breathing picked up. “What are you talking about?”

“Where are Henderson and Munson?”

“I don't know.”

Jason’s eyes scanned your face. “you're nervous.”

“Like I said, scary times.”

“Everything okay here?” Steve asked, coming up behind you. Jason let go of the gun barrel and looked at Steve.

“Harrington didn't expect to see you here either.”

Steve nodded his head and pushed you behind him. “Yeah well, when your girl wants to protect herself, who are you to stop her?” he said with a tight-lipped smile.

It took everything in you to not roll your eyes at him calling you his girl. Jason’s eyes darted around the store and you prayed to whatever greater power was out there that the rest of the group left the store.

“Nancy with you?”

Steve stood straighter. “Why?”

“Her brother, he's in that cult right?”

Steve made a face. “Mike?”

“Mike…is he here?”

You pushed past Steve and stood in front of Jason, all fear left your body and was replaced with anger. You were angry at Jason for wanting to bring harm in the kid's way, you were angry that the whole town thought Eddie Munson was capable of something like this, and you were mad at Steve. You were mad at him for coming in and acting like your knight in shining armor, and you were mad at him for calling you his girl when you're the furthest thing away from it.

“No, he isn't,” you said in a firm voice.

Jason nodded his head not even looking in your direction. “His friends here?”

Steve opened his mouth ready to say something but you beat him to it. “Jason, if you know what's best for you, you'll leave me and my friends alone. Are we clear?”

Jason’s eyes met yours and if looks could kill you'd both drop to the ground in an instant. The customers in the store suddenly disappeared and you drowned the noise out.

“Are we clear?” you asked again, stepping closer to Jason.

“Crystal,” he said with a smile.

-

“What the hell was that?! You get a gun in your hand and all of a sudden you stand up to a guy who's three times your size?!” Steve exclaimed while running towards the mobile home. You ran in behind him letting out a sigh of relief when you saw that everyone was safe.

“Just drive Steve!”

Eddie stood up from his spot. “What's going-”

“Your old friends are here!” Erica told Lucas once she settled into her seat.

Steve starts the vehicle and drives off in an instant. You're sitting in the passenger seat looking out the window when you lock eyes with Jason who's standing outside of the store. None of your eyes leave each other until you're out of each other’s view.

“Hey, hello! Are you gonna answer me?” Steve asked while looking at you before he focused on the road again. You let out a scoff.

“Jason isn't three times bigger than me.”

“Really? That's all you got from that?”

You turned your body to glare at Steve.

“What about you?”

He furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?”

“When my girl wants to protect herself, who am I to stop her?” you mocked him. “I didn't need you to step in, I had it handled.”

“Didn't look like it to me,” he muttered under his breath.

You took a deep breath. “I didn't need you, Steve.”

“I'm just saying, you look scared-”

“Stop. I didn't need you. I don't need you.”

Steve took a glance at you. “Are you serious? Now? You wanna do this now?” he asked, slightly raising his voice.

“I'm not some pathetic girl who needs saving Steve! I'm fine! I can handle my own shit.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yeah right.”

You unbuckled your seat belt ignoring Steve when he asked where you were going.

“Last time I checked it was always you who came crying to me. I had to save you, Steve! Countless times, and never once did I hear a thank you. We're done, Steve. Whatever the fuck kind of relationship we have, it's over.” your voice was cold and quiet as you stormed to the back of the mobile home and you sat the furthest away from everyone.

Nancy made her way to the passenger seat and took a seat. She cleared her throat and looked at Steve.

“Trouble in Paradise?” she asked quietly.

He led out a dry chuckle. “Yeah, you could say that,” he said while sniffing and wiping at his eyes.

Nancy looked back at you and smiled when she saw you tossing candy into Max's mouth. “She doesn't mean it you know, she's just upset right now.”

Steve shrugged his shoulders. “It doesn't matter, you heard what she said, we're done.”

“You'll both be fine Steve, just give it some time.”

Steve chuckled and shook his head.

“It's silly but, I actually always had this dream that I’d have a really big family. I'm talking like a full brood of Harringtons, like maybe five or six kids.”

“Six?!”

Steve smiled. “Yeah, six little nuggets, three girls, three boys.” he felt tears begin to prick his eyes and he swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat. “Every summer, I figured all of us Harringtons, we’d pack into something like this,” he said, waving his hand around to gesture to the mobile home. “and we’d just see the country. You know, the Rockies, the Grand Canyon, maybe Yellowstone.” He looked in the rearview mirror, his heart clenching when he sees Eddie tying a matching bandana around your head, your smile as bright as ever.

“We’d end up in some beachside town in California, spend a week parked in the sand…” he wiped away a stray tear that fell down the left side of his face, and focused back on the road. “I'd probably learn to surf or something.”

Nancy smiled. She wondered if Jonathan ever thought about a future with her like Steve has with you. The only difference is that Jonathan knows he's talking about Nancy. “That sounds nice.”

Steve glanced at her then back at the road. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, except for the part about six kids.” Nancy decided to play with fire.

“I don't think y/n would have that many.”

“What-”

“Sounds like a total nightmare!” she exclaimed while looking out the window and laughing.

Steve rolled his eyes and pointed to the kids in the back. “If only I had some practice.”

“Fair enough.” Nancy laughed out. A comfortable silence was shared between the two of them before Steve decided to break it.

“Hey, I have a question.”

Nancy let out a hum and closed her eyes.

“Did you mean everything you said?”

Her eyes opened and she looked over at him. “When?”

“When we broke up.”

Nancy cleared her throat and she sat up. “I don't know…I was upset about what happened to Barb, and I still am,” she said in a hushed tone. “but that didn't give me the right to take it out on you. I'm sorry for that.”

“Did you ever love me?”

Nancy’s gaze dropped down to her hands as she nervously played with her fingers. “At times.”

Steve nodded his head. “But not all the time, right?”

“I'm sorry,” she whispered.

Steve wasn't sure what hurt more. Was it that Nancy never really loved him as much as he loved her? Or was it the fact that you had your head in Eddie's lap trying to get some sleep, his leather jacket draped over your upper body acting like a blanket? His hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white when he saw Eddie gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You peeked one eye open and smiled at him letting out a giggle that Steve only seemed to hear.

Steve stopped driving the car noticing they were near an empty field. You let out a squeak at the sudden stop and blushed when you felt Eddie's arm on your waist.

“Careful there, I know you're falling for me but don't take it literally,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, sat up, and handed him his jacket. “Yeah right, you wish Munson.”

You all stepped out of the vehicle letting out groans as you all stretched your muscles out. Everyone went to their own area of the field. Robin and Steve stayed near the home while filling empty bottles with gasoline and stuffing rags in them. Max and Nancy went a little further out. Nancy was sawing off the barrel of the shotgun you bought while Max watched.

“Is this legal?” Max asked her while holding the old ice chest and the end of the shotgun still.

“Actually, I think it's a felony.”

“Right,” Max said, nodding her head.

“But it guarantees one thing, I won't miss,” she said before she knocked off the barrel with the saw.

Dustin and Eddie were making shields that had nails facing the opposite direction. You let out a giggle when you saw the pair play fighting, both of them trying to make the best out of a moment like this.

You sat with Erica and Lucas, making your own versions of spears for everyone. Erica tried telling you about what she found under Lucas’ bed but he kept screaming every time she mentioned it. Eddie walked up to the three of you with a smile on his face.

“Sinclairs, y/n.” he greeted. “How are the spears coming on?”

Lucas gave him a thumbs up before Erica rolled her eyes at him.

“Flip that damn thumb around.”

Lucas glared at her. “What?”

She handed you the spear she was working on and took Lucas’. “It's too loose Lucas. This isn't a basketball game where they blow the whistle when your shoes fall off.”

You giggled and looked up at Eddie when you saw he offered you a hand. You stood next to him listening to the siblings bickering.

“Okay, for the record my shoes never fell off.”

“Okay, for the record it's kinda hard for your shoes to fall off when you're riding the bench.”

That made Eddie snort.

“And yet for some reason, you show up to every game!”

Erica let out a questionable hum. “Except for the one that mattered, plus mom and dad forced me.”

Lucas shook his head. “Bull! Mom and dad can't force you to do shit!”

Erica smirked. “Well, even though you're a bench riding loser, you're still my brother. Just the facts.” she finished before handing Eddie the spear. You handed her her spear back and ran towards Dustin who was playing with the shield.

“These look sick, dusty!” you said while picking one up.

“Thanks! Eddie was talking about if we had some paint it would look even better.”

You nodded your head trying to figure out what they'd paint on their shields.

You held the shield up in the air and made a surprised noise. “It's light.”

“And durable,” Eddie added. He grabbed the shield from you and handed you the spear Erica gave him.

“No more retreating from Eddie that banished,” he said to himself. You placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“We're gonna clear your name, don't worry. Eddie the banish will soon be Eddie the hero.”

Eddie smiled at you and dropped the shield, crossing his arms over his chest. “You think we'll win?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I've only done this three times, so sorry if I seem a little cocky.”

Eddie chuckled and brought you into a hug. “Never change l/n. Promise me that.”

You pulled away and narrowed your eyes at him. “Only if you promise to stop talking like you're gonna die.”

-

“I just don't get it,” Steve said under his breath.

“Get what?”

Steve looked at robin and furrowed his brows. “He graduated like two years ago.”

“So?”

“So he's in college, which means he was visiting on spring break and fast times was returned like…I don't know, a week ago?”

Robin looked at Steve in disbelief and rolled her eyes.

“Unless she has like, I don't know some horn dog brother that we didn't know of. Which is possible, or she's just really into-”

“Steve!” Robin said, cutting him off mid-sentence.

“What?”

“I don't care!” She put down the bottle she was holding, giving her full attention to Steve. “And I don't understand why you do either with everything that's going on! Honestly,” she said with a sigh. “This feels like the perfect time for that little pull of the rug because in the face of the world ending the stakes of my love life feel spectacularly low.”

Steve looked at her and gave her a small nod. “Yeah, I mean I get you there but I still have hope,” he says while taking a glance at you and handing the bottle he was holding to Robin. A small part of him wants to give up. He wants to let you go and give you the space you need and have you come back whenever you're ready, but there's a much bigger part of him that refuses to let you go. Steve knows he's lost a decent amount of fights, but he will not lose the fight when it comes to you.

He has so many questions running through his head like why does ignoring him hurt him more than the breakup with Nancy did? And when the hell did you and Eddie get so close? He's never even heard you talk about Eddie!

Robin took the bottle with a smirk. “Not everything has a happy ending.”

“Yeah, yeah believe me I know.” he steals another glance at you, rolling his eyes when he sees Eddie throw you over his shoulder while Dustin chants: banish her! Banish her! Banish her!

Robin lets out a breathy laugh and follows Steve's gaze to you.

“I'm not talking about failed romance,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “I just, I have this terrible gnawing feeling that…it might not work out for us this time.”

Steve looked at her with fear and confusion visible on his face. “You think we shouldn't be doing this?”

Robin paused, trying to think of the right thing to say knowing they were all a little in too deep now.

“I think we're mad fools, the lot of us,” she said, pouring more gasoline into the bottle. She let out a sigh looking at all of the people she loved and considered her closest friends. “but if we don't stop him, then who will?”

They both chuckled when they saw Dustin fall to the ground, you hopping over him like a game of leapfrog with Eddie not too far behind. Erica and Lucas twirled the spears around and made stabbing motions trying to get used to the feeling of it in their hands, while Nancy practiced aiming the gun Max gave her suggestions here and there.

“We have to try, right?”

Steve gave her a slight nod, his gaze finally meeting hers. “Yeah.” He held up a bottle and tilted it toward her.

“To killing Vecna,”

Robin had a smile on her face as she reached behind her to grab a bottle, clinking it against the one Steve had. “Slash Henry,”

“Slash one.”

-

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[uweiy]

My Fairy Ghost (2022)

Ok it's already way past my planned bedtime but. I need to talk about this show.

Summary:

Aizawa Riko is a struggling author who wrote a critically acclaimed first novel, but can't seem to find inspiration to write her second. As she walks out dejected after yet another unsuccessful meeting with her Editor, she meets Kei, a ghost.

SO.

The characters

Aizawa Riko: our author mc, who has little self confidence, and thinks the success of her first novel is solely due to luck and that she has no talent.

Kei: Ghost. Bright, sexy, kind,bisexual. Need I say more? No? But I will. She really does her best in helping Riko through her struggles which is super heartwarming to see.

Meanwhile Riko is like. *I am so gay😳*

The Editor: the editor. That's all u need to know.

The show

This show — mini drama— can literally be injected in my veins plz and thank you. It's like, a speedrun of all the emotions that doesn't feel rushed at all.

It has tropes. So many tropes. Outgoing pretty girl falls for nerdy girl. Ghosts. Tilting ur head for a kiss. Cohabitation. Fake dating. AND I AM LIVING FOR IT. Somehow they are very well incorporated and it doesn't really feel like "I've seen this before?". And tbh even if they weren't, I wouldn't care *insert Will Smith meme here* pointing to GIRLS

Like yes please give me what 12-y/o me read in shojo mangas and daydreamed about but with GIRLS.

Now if I say Shojo mangas it's associated — falsely tbh the genre is like every genre diverse— with cutesy and lack of depth. It isn't. It's not cutesy at all for one, or like in a way that doesn't feel over the top. And really it pretty accurately for the short time it has describes problems writers/creative people might have with self doubt, and I definitely think that the writer(s) poured some of themselves into Riko and Kei because. Some lines hit home.

In the super short time it runs, it manages to have you invested and like the characters, be happy with them, feel the heart twinge, and hope for a good ending.

And also, it is so. BEAUTFUL. I mean LOOK AT THIS

Now here comes the crazy thing. Things.

It runs for exactly 4 less than 10 minute-long episodes.

How tf is that possible???

Secondly

It's literally FREE.

No need to create an account. No need to purchase a subscription on a platform you would use for literally no other show . It's just. Here. on YouTube. And yes, it's the official version.

TL;DR:

If you are one of the ones that want more girl-focused stories in the drama framework we all know and love, all I ask is you give 7 minutes — the duration of the first episode — (7 minutes!!!! I can't get over it.) of your time to give this a shot.

That's all 😊

[wheneclipsefalls]

I really don't know how to fully express how much comments like this mean to me! The fact that you spent all of this time and effort to tell me exactly your thoughts and reactions is simply amazing! I've had comments like this from different people during my time posting online and I'm telling you that I remember each and every one! They are so lovely and detailed that I take an hour to read them fully simply because I get so excited and bashful during it that I have to take breaks. Not only that but it sparks my inspiration and motivation to increase tenfold and that is not an exaggeration. It is a reminder to me that all of the time and effort I put into crafting these characters and their stories has not been for nothing, that there are truly other people out there who appreciate it.

Sincerely thank you so much! I can not say that enough! Your support has made me giddy and happy in such a special way.

Anyways, now that I've done my time sobbing over this, here are some responding thoughts.

/He considered going over to reprimand them, but resisted./ Broooooo, it's a party. YOUR party! Chill tf out 😂

Hahaha Kxolo soemtimes does not know how to chill. Then again, I would say that part of his cause here is from not getting laid for a long time.

/He knew pushing Neteyam to Vamai would come back to bite him./ and /Thinking of the omega practicing such an erotic dance Kxolo knew it had Vamai’s name written all over it./ YOU LEAVE MY GIRL'S NAME OUT OF THIS! SHE'S NEVER DONE A SINGLE THING WRONG IN HER ENTIRE LIFE

This made me BURST OUT LAUGHING! It's true, Vamai is just a good friend that happens to love dancing and love encouraging Neteyam to join her. Kxolo has such an interesting relationship with this fact because he LOVES to watch Neteyam dance, he LOVES TO DROOL OVER NETEYAM DANCING, and he LOVES to join him in saucy dances. However, another part of him DOES NOT LOVE to think of other males witnessing this art too.

When Neteyam began to shudder and shake, eyes clenching shut with a cry, the Olo’eyktan simply cood out mocking praises and kissed his sweaty temple./ The 'mocking praises' are what I live for omggggggg they can be so fucking hot

Mocking praises make me WEAK in the knees. If a man like Kxolo ever said half the stuff I've wrote in Ma Neteyam I would simple fall into a puddle on the floor

heir tails wrapped together until they were intertwined.  “Deal.” The omega whispered before connecting their lips in a soft kiss./ Their tails wrapping around each other like a pinky promise 🥰

Awww that is so true and so adorable *sobs in the corner*

“You will finish, omega. As many times as I decide.”/ AHHHHHHHHHHHH 🥵🥵🥵🥵

I wrote most of this fic in a PUBLIC library and I remember getting to this part specifically and just STRUGGLING to keep my composure

He did, however, not miss the way Vamai and Neteyam exchanged a secret look, the other omega nodding in response before running off to speak with the musicians./ Vamai best wingwoman everrrrrrr

This story truly owes her SO MUCH!

“I too am neither required to put up with your bossy attitude, paskalin.”  “So you think.”/ This whole exchange is so funny to me cause Pulo's being waaaaayyy bold with how he's talking Kxolo and I keep expecting Kxolo to be like 'alright chill tf out with how you're talking' and instead its Resaal who has to put her mate in his place lmao. Their banter is so cute - I love when couple's can have easy and fun banters back and forth like this.

Pulo and Resaal have a very dramatic enemies to lovers romance so they actually spent years claiming to hate each other. Now that they are mated they still aren't afraid to call each other out or push one another's buttons. Resaal is VERY comfortable teasing and pushing him and Pulo vice versa. This push and pull dynamic is something that secretly makes them feel satisfied and draw closer together. They are both too head strong to enjoy something easy. I'm glad you enjoyed this exchange as much as I did!

This is such a Neteyam thing to do! Not only as an omega who are stereotypically kind/caring/thoughtful, but I feel like canon Neteyam would also do this for his partner. He's a quiet observer, he watches people (mostly Lo'ak in the movies) but you can see how he just watches everyone and then steps in if he's needed. I think that would translate into his romantic relationships as well and would be one of those 'how did you even know I liked this specific kind of soup' moments. Plus canon Neteyam is a sweetheart - you can't tell me he wouldn't do all he can to celebrate his partner's birthday.

ABSOLUTELY! Not only because he is thoughftul and observant but also because he is used to doing everything in his power to make things perfect. He trains until he knows the skills perfectly. He organizes things until it's good enough to make his parents proud. And now that he has a true mate in his life he obssesses over ensuring that their birthday is amazing. It is one of the many ways he shows his love. Kxolo finds it incredibly heart warming and apprecites it fully, but truth be told that boy could hang a dead carcass as a celebration and as long Neteyam is his, Kxolo is delighted.

OMFGGGGGG I HATE when parents (or things like religious guilt or the like) get in the way of moments that are supposed to be fun and pleasurable and private. There shouldn't be any guilt when it comes to sex in general, but as much as I hate it - I love that you added this part in cause it makes it all the more realistic. I empathize with Kxolo for his struggle to deal with his father's words and probable disapproval. And the resulting bond that creates for him with Neteyam is all the more stronger because of it and I love that Neteyam is someone that he can finally feel safe with enough to be himself instead of just the person he has to be in order to be Olo'eyktan.

THIS. THIS is exactly what I was trying to convey, thank you for understanding it so fully. Kxolo doesn't like to talk about it but his upbringing was rough and harsh. He had to learn how to value his own opinions over that of his fathers and learn to trust his own judgment. It was incredibly difficult but its what makes Kxolo a wonderful leader and confident man, as well as knowing how to show empathy and love (especially to Neteyam as he understand that pressure the omega puts on himself to make his parents happy).

/It began to grade at his nerves this game of ‘you can look but you can’t touch’. At one point he swiped out to catch Neteyam’s tail but the omega tripped slightly and glared back at him./ Let the poor baby finish his dance, Kxolo! He worked really hard on it! 😭

This rehearsed dance is going to be staple between the two. Kxolo is ready to beg on his knees if that is what it takes to have a performance of it whenever he'd like. However, seeing it for the first time is such a beautiful mix of heaven and hell for a man that hasn't gotten laid in weeks

As he gripped those hips and watched the way bioluminescent lights bounced off of Neteyam’s swerving body, Kxolo swore this was the longest song in existence./ Kxolo is so real for this 😂 I'd be impatient too

Kxolo's love language is 110% physical touch so watching this beautiful dance is exciting to say the least but when you tell him he can't touch and manhandle his mate the way he would like, now he has a problem

Anyways, thank you again for these wonderful thoughts! I will always cherish them and you<3

(Also I didn't proofread this so sorry about the mistakes that I know must be there)

Would you be willing to write a chapter where Neteyam gives Kxolo a lap dance? hehehe 😏😏😏👀👀👀

Pairing: Omega Aged Up Neteyam x Alpha Male OC

Masterlist AO3

Warnings: eplicit NSFW content, omegaverse, established relationship, power imbalance, aged up characters, anal, dom/sub dynamics, stockholm syndrome, not an exhaustive list. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Important note: This drabble takes place in the future in the Ma Neteyam universe, after the first book.

A/N: Thank you for waiting so long! You'll have to be patient with my writing on this one. It felt like word choice and I were duking it out, but I had a lot of fun writing it. If you enjoy it, as always, comments reblogs and asks mean the world to me and motivates me to write more! Enjoy<3

Kxolo shifted the feathers laying across his shoulders again. Wearing the ceremonial clothing had always been an honor and one that the alpha never took lightly but right now it felt as if the material was going to suffocate him. Still, he couldn’t let the appearance of his annoyance shine through. Especially not on a day like today. His birthday. 

A day where the entire clan had come together and decided to throw a festival lasting from mid afternoon until deep into the night. He knew he had Neteyam to thank for many of the details that went into such an occasion. His sweet omega had been running rampant for the past moon cycle, organizing every little surprise and delight in secret until the big day. More times than one he had found the boy huddled in the healer’s tent to speak with his cousin in hushed whispers. 

Try as he might, Neteyam had been relentless in keeping every morsel of this day a surprise and truly he had to admit that it had been perfect. His favorite food, people, music and location all rolled in together in spectacular celebration. 

Kxolo subconsciously ran his thumb over the new smooth leather of his knife sheath. The same one that Neteyam had woken him up with this morning as a gift. His little mate couldn’t wait another five minutes before nervously presenting the hand crafted gift. His old sheath had been completely thrown aside and forgotten in favor of this personalized one, something he knew would continue to be the case. However, before he had the chance to thank his mate properly, they were interrupted by friends already putting into play the first part of the day’s festivities 

It had been a real strain to put on a wide smile and act like his closest friends weren’t being the worst cock block imaginable. 

As much as he loved the effort and true love that had gone into the celebration it was also the main thing that had kept Neteyam busy and away from their hut for the majority of their days. The boy had been zipping back and forth across the village with only small kisses to give before slipping from his grip to do the next task. 

The last time Neteyam had wiggled himself off of the alpha’s lap amid passionate kissing, Kxolo had been dangerously close to insisting on canceling the lavish events just so he could have his omega back for more than five minutes. However, he could never do that. Not when Neteyam looked up at him with those golden eyes that sparkled with excitement and mischief as he once again denied Kxolo’s request to be filled in on details. How was he supposed to take that away from his little love? 

“Brother, I can tell that extra year has already aged you into an old man.” Pulo settled beside him on a stump, handing over another wineskin full of strong drink. The party continued forward with a blurry of crowded dancing and intoxicated youth slipping off to hide their drunkenness. 

He considered going over to reprimand them, but resisted. 

Let the boys have some fun. It’s a party after all.

“I fear it is this mysterious concoction from Epok that has brought me there.” Kxolo responded but took another swig regardless. Even with his experience drinking the alcoholic fermented fruit, he had to admit that this was the strongest batch Epok had made in years. He made a mental note to keep the substance away from Neteyam. No doubt the sweet boy would be toppled over within a few sips. 

“Soft as a flower, you’ve become.” Pulo teased, earning him a playful jab to the ribs. “Your little omega is already running circles around you.” 

Kxolo’s eyes shifted back over to where Neteyam was continuing to dance without a care. It was a good look on him. A rare sight to behold, the eldest Sully child letting himself go. So far it had been the Olo’eyktan’s favorite part of the night, especially when Neteyam rolled his hips sensually to the beat of the base drum. At some point however, the dancing had turned into such erotica that Kxolo became ever more conscious of any wandering gazes. 

He knew pushing Neteyam to Vamai would come back to bite him. 

“He’s been doing that for weeks.” 

“Ah, I see.” Pulo mused. “Someone missing their one on one time?” 

Kxolo’s eyes shot like daggers to his chuckling friend. Leave it to Pulo to tease him on his birthday without a hint of remorse. However, Kxolo couldn’t deny that he appreciated how easily Pulo could read his emotions. Many times they required little words to communicate with one another. 

“Wait, does this mean you didn’t like our little surprise this morning?” Pulo let out an overdone gasp, hand placing over his heart with a feigned wounded expression. “Surely our mighty Olo’eyktan would never wish to be away from his People.” 

Kxolo rolled his eyes before swinging them back to his dancing omega. 

“Of course not.” Another swig of alcohol and it burned just as much as the first. 

His internal pouting, however, was cut short when Neteyam stumbled over towards him. Not willing to let the opportunity, or rather omega, slip away, his arms reached out and snatched the boy onto his lap. Neteyam’s drunken giggle rang through the air as he allowed himself to be manhandled across the Olo’eyktan’s muscular thighs. 

“There you are.” Kxolo drawled out along Neteyam’s ear. Pulo’s little snort was ignored as he continued to run his flat nose over the column of his mate’s throat. 

“You stopped dancing.” 

“I enjoyed watching.” Kxolo reviled in the way Neteyam still blushed at comments like that, even after all this time being mated. He nosed at the rising tint blossoming over his cheeks. 

“You’ve liked your birthday then?” Neteyam attempted to turn his face and get a good look at the male but his alpha was already nuzzled into the crook of his neck. 

“Mmm very much so. It’s perfect.” The feathers magically no longer itched as he was embraced with the sweet warm scent of his love. He basked in the swirled of essence that had been oh so missed over the last few weeks. 

Neteyam on the other hand apparently had decided this distraction would be the chance to grasp at the wineskin in Kxolo’s hands. The alpha just barely managed to whip it away before those small fingers could clasp around it. 

“Ah ah, this one’s not for you, baby boy.” Kxolo struggled to hold in the deep chuckle at the sight of Neteyam’s pouting, scrunched up expression. It was clear the boy was already tipsy from the watered down communal alcohol. One swig would be enough to swirl him into incoherency and for sure then their night would be over. “Trust me, you don’t want it.” 

To prove his point further, the open bottle was brought under Neteyam’s nose. Instantly the omega scrunched up even more and turned away. Kxolo’s laughter rumbled against the boy’s back. 

“I asked Epok to make the drinks but if you don’t like-”

“It is perfect. Mawey, sweet one.” 

Neteyam visibly relaxed but a hint of that mischief still shined through. 

“So perfect that you won’t let me try it?” Despite Neteyam’s batting lashes and lip bite Kxolo was compelled to once again deny his request. Instead he opted to playfully nip at that trapped bottom lip. Neteyam blushed a deeper red, pushing back at his alpha’s shoulders. He was not easily swayed, instead wrapping his arms around the boy's waist and pulling him closer until the omega couldn’t escape the persistent kissing. 

Contrary to Neteyam’s outraged little squeak, his tails flickered with excitement. 

“I suppose here is as good a place as any, but do let me know if I should herd the children away, brother.” Pulo smirked but it was short lived as a harsh yank pulled at his braids. Pulo’s mate did not back down from his responding hiss. Resaal flashed him a cunning smirk.

“Leave them be, won’t you? Olo’eyktan is not required to let your jesting slip by, no matter how long you have known him.” Resaal scolded but it only lit a fire in Pulo’s eyes. 

“I too am neither required to put up with your bossy attitude, paskalin.” 

“So you think.” Resaal purred, back away when Pulo reached for her hips. With confidence bursting from the seams she gracefully lured the other alpha away from the pair, a welcome intervention in Kxolo’s opinion. He made a mental note to think twice before sending Resaal away with a scavenging party for months on end. He loved his friend, but Pulo often became restless without his mate to challenge that fire out of him. 

“Sweet peace.” Kxolo sighed before diving back in to leave kisses along Neteyam’s throat. 

“Wait wait, I have a surprise for you.” 

“So many surprises, baby boy. You have done enough.” Kxolo leveled his voice to sound sweet and endearing but he couldn’t deny that a part of him dreaded another celebratory surprise, especially with his omega already so sweetly perched in his lap. So close to the goal and yet his own birthday seemed to be getting in the way of what he wanted most. 

“You will like this one. I promise.” It was the waver in Neteyam’s voice that caught his attention. Hesitation clearly spanned over the omega’s features and it made his own tail perk in alert. “Come.” Neteyam demanded, taking the alpha’s larger hand in his own to pull him away. 

Finally realizing that his wishes were about to come true, Kxolo let himself be pulled along. Excitement ramped higher as the omega began leading them towards the outskirts of the party. He did, however, not miss the way Vamai and Neteyam exchanged a secret look, the other omega nodding in response before running off to speak with the musicians. 

The only thing growing faster than his curiosity was Kxolo’s lust as he abashedly watched his mate’s hips side to side with each step. It had been too long, far too long and Kxolo suddenly remembered what it was like to be an insatiable teenager again. He hadn’t so desperately yearned for physical affection from Neteyam since the first few weeks he had stolen the boy away. 

It was an experience he had no desire to repeat, every day feeling like a battle as he held himself back from acting on his most carnal yearnings. 

Neteyam led them deeper into the forest until they were out of sight of any clan members but the music still rippled through the trees. 

When Neteyam gently pushed his shoulders down until Kxolo was sitting on a stump the alpha wasted no time in pulling his mate onto his lap and connecting their lips once more. He allowed his hands to wander greedily over the omega’s soft skin, squeezing at the plump flesh of his exposed ass. 

“You are right, I do enjoy this surprise, little one.” He breathed out, barely letting their lips disconnect for a second. Neteyam on the other hand was slowly starting reel back and fumble a sentence together.

“Wait, yawne. This is not-” He gasped when Kxolo teeth sunk down on the exposed hickey lining his throat. “N-not the surprise.”

The alpha simply hummed in response, already getting to work on bringing the bruise back to its full color. 

“Wait w-wait wait.” Neteyam rambled before somehow wiggling out of the alpha’s possessive grasp. Kxolo went to stand up and follow but he was gently urged to stay seated. 

“Neteyam,” Kxolo drawled, voice on the edge of a deep growl. 

“Just stay for a second.” Neteyam pecked his lips but that nervous demeanor had returned. Curiosity once again took the reins so Kxolo reluctantly listened to his orders. It was rare to see the boy so demanding and he was not about to scare its appearance away. 

Neteyam took a steadying breath, nerves already flashing over his angelic features but the omega’s hands told another story. They skated over Kxolo shoulders and along the vibrant feathers. He was ready to bask in the touch without the barrier so Kxolo rashly shrugged the traditional attire off.  For a moment he swore he could hear his father's rough voice scolding him.

An Olo’eyktan must always remember his status.

An Olo’eyktan does not carelessly toss such symbols.

His fingers  twitched, tempted to place it back over his shoulders but then there were Neteyam’s small hands tracing every vein along his neck and collarbones. His father’s brash voice floated away and there was only Neteyam. 

Only Neteyam.

The one person that Kxolo could truly be himself with. The only person that was able to wash away the burdens of leadership simply with his soothing presence. 

His father was not here, it was only them. 

Kxolo’s hands did their own exploring, marveling at the boy’s tapered waist and curved hips. Each male petted with a reverence that sung out like a silent prayer of appreciation. Although he could already feel his member straining against his restricting loincloth, Kxolo allowed himself to sink into the slow build up of the movement. 

Neteyam’s hips swayed, but this time not from simple walking. Instead they whipped to the beat of the drum. In perfect accordance with the music, that beautiful form curved and rolled sensually. He had seen Neteyam dance before, especially when under the influence of strong drink, but this was different. 

It was unashamed.

It was erotic. 

One leg swept backwards in a drawled semicircle along the ground before placing his foot on the other side of Kxolo's thigh. Now practically straddling the alpha’s leg, Neteyam dragged his inner thighs along him. It rippled a shiver up Kxolo’s spine and when he looked up to find Neteyam blushing profusely, it only tempered another flare in his heart.

His perfect omega. 

It was undoubtedly new territory for both of them. The closest thing that the couple had participated in were a few forbidden sensual dances at celebrations. Although Neteyam's nerves were ever present, the boy continued to grind and roll to the rhythm perfectly. 

His smooth transitions spoke volumes of the time that Neteyam had no doubt put into practicing this specific dance. Thinking of the omega practicing such an erotic dance Kxolo knew it had Vamai’s name written all over it. 

He went to rise and join his mate in this explicit dance but Neteyam shook his head once more, making the male sit down with a huff again. A flurry of emotions raged through him and when Neteyam turned the other way so he had an obstructed view of his perky backside, Kxolo swore he was on the edge of ruin. 

His sultry gaze couldn’t stay away from the beautiful display before him, not with his omega’s sweet scent now evermore present than before. It infiltrated the Olo’eyktan’s senses until there was nothing left but the throbbing of his loins. 

Kxolo went to pull him back towards him but this time Neteyam required little persuasion as he bent to hover his backside over his pulsating erection. Instead of sitting fully, the omega swiped his tail and ass gently over the area, creating figure eight patterns. It was a soft type of torture, the smallest touches creating an ravenous rush through him.

As he gripped those hips and watched the way bioluminescent lights bounced off of Neteyam’s swerving body, Kxolo swore this was the longest song in existence. The harder Kxolo dug his fingers into Neteyam’s flesh the higher the omega’s confidence slowly grew. Gone was the blossoming blush, now replaced with a flushed countenance and blown out pupils. 

Kxolo was sure his little mate would deny it but there was surely a part of him that enjoyed torturing his alpha. It was evident in the way his eyes sparkled every time he had to refuse Kxolo’s demands to sit down fully. 

He was tempted to stamp that mischievous fire out, to show what happens when naughty omegas taunt their alphas, but he let him continue. No matter how impatient and downright desperate he was becoming, the Olo’eyktan did not want to associate retribution with Neteyam’s new attitude too quickly. There was something all too satisfying about the push and pull of such interactions; not that he could let Neteyam know that. 

Kxolo swore he no longer had control over his hands as they wandered over his body incessantly. It was extremely rewarding however when a sharp tug to Neteyam’s nipple had that familiar gasp rising to the surface. The omega stuttered slightly in his movements but didn’t let it deter him for long. 

He was starting to question whether or not this was a surprise or a punishment when Neteyam stood back up and slipped out of his reach. The hanging crystals making up his shall worked perfectly to glisten in the moonlight and bring attention to every movement. 

A mental image of ripping those beads off with his teeth came to the forefront. Of course Neteyam would be upset. He would also be upset at Kxolo messing up the intricate designs painted across his chest and thigh, but he would recover. The Olo’eyktan was willing to take the consequences in any form that it came, as long as it meant having his way with the boy finally. 

It began to grade at his nerves this game of ‘you can look but you can’t touch’. At one point he swiped out to catch Neteyam’s tail but the omega tripped slightly and glared back at him. 

Kxolo was on the edge of pinning the boy down when Neteyam finally sashayed back over to him. Sitting backwards on his lap and circling those sinful hips once more, Kxolo did not wait to be invited to have a taste. He bit down harshly at the back of the omega’s left shoulder. 

The responding small mewl was a greater symphony than the entire song combined. It laced the contours of the drums increasing build in a perfect masterpiece. 

Neteyam struggled to continue the choreographed movements as his mate’s groping became strategically calculated. Those long fingers tickled and swirled along his most sensitive and private areas, ones that only his alpha knew by heart. When a warm palm slid over the front of his loincloth to cup him, Neteyam jerked back with a little shriek.

“That is not part of the show.” He managed to quip back. 

Kxolo simply chuckled, hand now slipping underneath the waistband.

“Perhaps the encore then, little one” 

“Let me finish.” Neteyam whined, hips already bucking upwards on the contrary. 

Kxolo’s hot breath tickled at his ears until those soft lips were tracing his right ear’s shape. 

“You will finish, omega. As many times as I decide.” That dark promise sealed his fate within a breath. It was endearing to watch the way Neteyam still squirmed and insisted on getting to the end of the song, even as his small cock twitched with each stroke against it. 

He would make it up to the boy later, let him do the dance to his heart’s content, but Kxolo was tired of waiting. 

Even an Olo’eyktan has a limit to his patience. 

“You keep trying to run off, rude little thing.” 

Neteyam whimpered, muscles in his legs finally giving out as the pleasure became too much. 

“Just b-been busy.” He exhaled out an exaggerated breath, finally letting the alpha dispose of his loincloth and get to work. “Wanted to make it per…ah…perfect.”

“It is perfect and so are you. Now stop trying to steal my omega away from me. Otherwise I can’t promise to always play nice.” 

Neteyam started to rut up against the male’s hand in rapid motion, but all that did was rub him back against Kxolo’s member tortuously.  

“Or fair.” Neteyam gritted out between clenched teeth. 

Kxolo chuckled darkly before tucking his chin over Neteyam’s right shoulder, giving him the perfect view of his mate’s twitching cock in his grasp. When Neteyam began to shudder and shake, eyes clenching shut with a cry, the Olo’eyktan simply cood out mocking praises and kissed his sweaty temple. 

It became ever so clear that he was not the only one wound up after so much time apart. 

Neteyam’s body had become familiar terrain for the alpha. Even a shift in his scent could trigger how close his omega was to finding sweet relief. It was a fact he took advantage of quite often because there was nothing more addicting than pulling out new sounds from his mate’s lips, that is besides the feeling of Neteyam’s tight heat milking him for all he is worth. 

“P-please c-can I…hmm….need to….”

“Perhaps.” Kxolo mused, placing another kiss to his shoulder blade as he sped up the pace. 

“Daddy please!” 

A feral grin spread over his lips.

“Cum for me.”

Neteyam followed the order almost simultaneously and when he did Kxolo gave in to his intrusive thoughts. With sharp fangs he gathered a chunk of beads and strands and ripped them away violently. The beads went flying in every which direction but now there was a no layer of protection between Neteyam’s soft skin and Kxolo’s torment. 

When his fangs sunk into the supple flesh, Neteyam shook uncontrollably.

He took his time nursing and sucking at the mark until his mate was whining and trying to pry Kxolo’s hand off of his overstimulated length. 

The omega’s chest heaved up and down in a rapid pace but Neteyam’s wafting scent told him everything he needed to know. It spoke of that still ever rising desire, a flame that was easily recouping to match Kxolo’s own. 

“Soaked for me already.” Kxolo whispered, rolling his own hips up until Neteyam’s arousal was staining the front of his loincloth. 

“Alpha…” Neteyam reached back, fingers trying to grasp onto something; anything. They found a hold on the alpha’s waistband and that was all the encouragement Kxolo needed to rip off chuck the garment away. 

Were this any other night the Olo’eyktan would watch that neediness grow, appreciate every shift in Neteyam’s demeanor until his omega was so fucked out that pleas bled from his lips uncontrollably. 

Tonight, however, Kxolo found himself just as insatiable. Every minute without that tight hole wrapped around him was another of the alpha’s torment. Neteyam only made matters worse as he began to rub back against him, almost as if he could find a way to slip his alpha’s cock inside of him just from grinding. 

Kxolo’s hand snatched the front of Neteyam’s throat so fast it expelled all the oxygen from his lungs in a burst. Eyes rolling backwards, he rolled his head backwards to rest against the alpha’s collarbones. 

“Baby boy.” He growled. Using the other hand he reached beneath them and positioned the tip just barely at Neteyam’s slick entrance. “You’re going to take all of me, aren’t you?”

Eyes glistening with tears, Neteyam nodded hazily while pushing back.

Not good enough. 

“Say it.” 

His bulbous tip slipped just past the rim and Kxolo had to bite back a plethora of curses.

“Daddy I want to take all of your cock. Please!”

With one smooth thrust, Kxolo seated himself fully inside of the omega. 

Who was he to deny such pretty pleas from his little mate?

“Great Mother, Neteyam! How did this little hole manage to get tighter?” His chest rumbled fervently and Kxolo once again felt another oral fixation coming on. The pretty marks covering Neteyam’s shoulder captivated him endlessly. Refreshing the color could never hurt. 

“R-ready. Ready ready ready.” Neteyam babbled. 

It was tempting to tease it out longer but Kxolo’s hips seemed to have another idea in mind as it took all of his concentration to not buck up into him. When he did, however, the result was electrifying. That clenching cavern fit him so perfectly, letting him carve out the space until there was not a doubt that this angel of a being was his. 

No matter how many times they intertwined so intimately, nothing could ever erase the awe that washed over him every time Neteyam allowed him inside. The awe that they had finally made it, that they were mated and one before Eywa. 

It was as if Neteyam could read his mind because he was quickly reaching back behind him to connect their neural queues hastily. As with every other time, warmth crashed through him boldly. It was the greatest satisfaction to feel his mate’s pleasure strumming through the bond, to know that he was pleasing the love of his life. 

Their movements quickly became messy, spiraling out of control as Neteyam tried to rise up and down in tandem with Kxolo’s thrusts. When their lips found each other once more it was nothing but animalistic, a frenzy of urgency that neither was willing to live with. Had a clan member found them now, Kxolo was sure they would be shocked to see their naturally composed Olo’eyktan so untamed, unable to gather the slightest restraint. 

That was the beauty of it.

Neteyam from the very beginning had brought out a side of him that he could express nowhere else. 

Those special pieces of him belonged to his omega and his omega only. 

Kxolo had to admire Neteyam’s rebounding sex drive. His fragrant essence was already tipping towards that natural burst of ecstasy quickly. 

“Look at you. Already to the edge and ready for more.” Embarrassment was far from Neteyam’s mind, simply content to soak up the praise without objection. “What did I say?” 

He plummeted to that special bundle of nerves and Neteyam couldn’t hold back his vibrant cry. 

“As…..nahh….as many times as you decide.” 

“Good boy.” Kxolo’s eyes shut on their own accord as his hips snapped upwards frantically. “Don’t hold back on me. Want that glimmering cum painting you inside and out.” 

“Yes Daddy.” 

If the trembling was any indication his mate was just as close to coming undone as he was. A new resolve sparked within him. The Olo’eyktan increased his efforts tenfold but then there was a small hand grasping his jaw. Neteyam’s tongues forcefully pushed its way past Kxolo’s lips and to the alpha’s surprise, claimed that area with ease. Their groans danced heatedly into the kiss until it was hard to recognize which taste was his own versus Neteyam’s.

The omega’s gummy walls squeezed around him just as Neteyam bit down on his lower lip. The pain rippled into a beautiful harmony with the height of his pleasure as they both reached peak together. Kxolo’s body took control, arms reaching out to make sure that not an inch of space could be formed between them. 

Pelvis flush against the omega’s ass, warm seed painted those inner walls. 

Through the bond he could track the moment Neteyam felt that primal claim. Even when Neteyam’s own release died down he was forced to ride out his alpha’s release through the bond. It shook him to the depth of his core. 

Kxolo slumped forward against him, body shaking from the aftermath. 

Several long moments passed with only heavy breathing to fill the silence. It was borderline painful to still be seated inside of such a tight channel but Kxolo didn’t dare to allow a gap between their bodies. 

His stamina would ramp up again and once it did, he didn’t want the slightest chance of his omega teasing and running off again. Not that it would be possible in the first place. From the way Neteyam laid back against him completely limp, he figured it would be out of the question. 

“I hope you aren’t too wrecked yet, baby boy.” He mocked, lips flickering up into a grin.

“As if.” Neteyam’s confidence wavered in its execution as his voice still trembled.

“Glad to hear because I know one last birthday gift you can give me.”

That perked Neteyam up, their eyes meeting finally. 

“My omega all too myself.” 

Neteyam’s lips parted. 

“No more chores, no more late night tasks, baby boy.”

Neteyam giggled softly.

“I hope you don’t have any plans tonight or tomorrow because the only place I want to see you for the next day is in my bed.” Kxolo didn’t hold back the possessive growl lacing every word. 

Their tails wrapped together until they were intertwined. 

“Deal.” The omega whispered before connecting their lips in a soft kiss. 

“Happy Birthday, Ma Kxolo.”

“Happy indeed.” 

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