#i hope this answers your question in some way

[sheastri]

Heart of a Woman ft. Lando Norris

Synopsis : In which the only thing that's saving him is the heart of the woman who loves him.

Pairing: Lando Norris x black!fem!reader

Genre: Boderline Horror

Warning(s): Cheating

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Question is, why I do the things I do. Answer I may never find, but I'll always choose you.

"Come on, pick up the phone." You say to yourself after seeing the posts all over social media. You had called 5 times prior and you were just hoping for a miracle at this point before you heard Lando's voice come through the phone.

"Hey y/n, what's up?" Lando says nonchalantly.

"What's up? Do you think I'm dumb? Like seriously." You say heated.

"What's this about? I'm lowkey lost." He responds again almost uncaring but with an edge in his tone.

"Now me and you both know you saw the pictures all over your timeline so I don't even know why you try. Who's the girl?" You say before letting out a sigh, not even mad anymore just tired.

"Which one?" He replies now sounding annoyed.

"Oh? So it's like that? Forget this then." You say sick of his shit.

"No, y/n wait. Look I know what I did was wrong but you weren't meeting my needs and she was just there." Lando says with full conviction, as if his reasoning is some amazing thing.

"The fuck? What do you mean she was just there?" You say mockingly.

"Well look at where you were and where she was... plus it was just a night out. Probably a one time thing." Lando says still trying to justify his actions.

"Just a night out?" You say raising your voice again.

"Y/n, you're just being overly dramatic and paranoid. Me and her are friends and we were just hanging out, you know? Like friends do!" He says snarky.

"You must have me mistaken for boo-boo the fool because everybody can tell there's something going on." You respond back with the same tone he used.

"But they don't know us baby, they don't understand our dynamic. I don't even do half the things I do with you with her." He says in a baby voice.

You stay silent, mulling over his words.

"Please forgive me love, I won't hang out with her anymore if it makes you feel uncomfortable." He says in the same tone, almost pleading.

"Thank you baby, you're forgiven." You say softly.

"Talk to you later babe?" He says.

"Yeah, I love you." You say all smiley.

"Love you too." He says finally before hanging up.

Wanna give up on you, but damn, I know I can't. I put the blame on me for giving you chance after chance

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Only thing that's saving you is the heart of a woman.

You guys were now at Lando’s house after a long and silent car ride. The argument you guys had over text still fresh in both of your minds. He was sitting on the couch and you were standing with a drink in your hand.

"I hope you know that we're still continuing the discussion that we had earlier." You say straight up.

"Do we really have to get back to it? Why are we still on this topic." He says before sighing.

"We can't just laugh everything off because you don't feel like talking about it." You reply rolling your eyes.

"Can't you just get over it? I didn't think it was that serious." He says.

"Get over it? Lando, this is not just some silly little problem that won't mean anything in a couple days. It's the fact that you've cheated multiple times." You say now yelling.

"I didn't even cheat, it's just the way the media is spinning things. Maybe if you got off social media and talked to me more we wouldn't be here." He says in a matter a factly tone.

"Are you serious? Anytime I try and talk to you it's like I'm talking to a wall. Even when I call your phone, do you know how many times I have to call before you pick up?" You say annoyed and frustrated.

"Maybe if you were more interesting I'd be more eager to answer the phone." He says.

"Oh, but I'm the problem right?" You say raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, you are actually. Glad we could finally agree on something." He says.

You're about to respond when you actively feel the gears turning in your head as something clicks.

"Yeah, no. I'm wasting my time here. I don't think you've liked me for the longest time now, you just enjoy stringing me along and driving me insane. We're done." You say calmly as you walk away to go and get your suitcase and leave.

"Wait, what do you mean we're done?" Lando yells out as you walk away.

It's my mind and my soul versus your pride. Nigga, check your ego 'cause I left mine at the door

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A/N: My whole google search is what would a cheating man say, can't wait to clear it up with the next ficcccc.

[c4llezz]

NOW THAT WE'VE MET AGAIN

synopsis: sophia’s been acting strange lately, and the katseye girls are determined to find out who’s been stealing all their leader’s time.

TW: drinking

genre: fluff

word count: 3.3k this is part 2 of if we ever meet again. check it out first!

not proofread, so expect mistakes.

impulsively you had bought a ticket to los angeles, with the only goal of finding sophia again.

the problem was that you had no way of contacting her. i mean, you had dm’d her on instagram, but after a week of not receiving any response, you decided you were not going to humiliate yourself and deleted the message.

now your only hope was to run into her on the street like all those times before. it had to be easy, right? the universe seemed to be in your favor every time you were in the same city.

it wasn’t.

for some reason, the universe did not want to cooperate with you anymore. and for the two months you’d been living in the city, you had never encountered the idol.

living in la was expensive, and the two jobs you were working on were barely enough to sustain you. note for future self: don’t buy tickets to one of the most expensive cities in the world to look for a pretty, talented girl.

anyway, you can’t go back in time to warn your past self to save more money and apply for a better job beforehand.

so here you were, one in the morning, serving strangers drink after drink, listening to problems you were definitely not interested in, and watching people your age have the time of their lives dancing with no worries about their future hangover.

while you were making small talk with your coworker, someone walked to the counter. “hey, what can i get you?” you asked. the woman in front of you looked quite familiar, curly hair braided in a ponytail, sharp straight eyebrows, and an intense gaze that was inviting but intimidating all at once.

she was clearly on the tipsy side, her eyelids moving more slowly than normal when she blinked at you. “you are new here,” she said, not as a question but rather a statement. “i come here frequently and i haven’t seen you before.”

you shrugged “i’ve been here for a few months now, maybe you casually come on the days i don’t work”

“yeah probably.” she said “well, cute new bartender, can i get a shot of… whatever you want?”

you frowned, glancing around to see if maybe you could spot someone who might look like a friend of the girl. you noticed a few people looking her way, but none looked like a concerned friend, more like they were waiting to shoot their shot. “are you here with your friends?”

“i was,” she started, “but they had to leave. i already called someone to pick me up.”

as if on cue, her phone started ringing, and she answered the call. you obviously could not hear the other end of the line, but for the answers of the drunk girl, you figured the person who was picking her up had arrived and was waiting outside.

when she hung up, she sighed, disappointed, “i have to go. but you owe me a drink, and don't think i’m going to forget.”

you chuckled, looking at your watch, “my shift just ended. i could walk you to the door, i don’t think is safe for you to walk all the way there alone.”

she accepted your offer and waited for you to grab your things.

when you exited the club, you saw a bright red mustang parked just a couple feet away. damn. a woman was leaning on the driver's door, while another stood closer to your workplace. both were wearing caps and face masks, so you couldn’t see their faces (not that there was too much light on the street either).

the one closer to you approached quickly, “manon, come on!”

even behind the mask and hat, you could recognize those eyes anywhere.

that’s why manon had looked so familiar, she was part of the group sophia was in. and after you had done a little research, you learned a little bit about the group, and more about the girl you had met three — now four — times already.

“sophia! meet my new friend, isn't she hot? she has a skateboard too, look!”

sophia finally looked at the woman next to her friend. she planned on apologizing for any disturbance the older girl might have caused, but when she locked eyes with you, the words died on her tongue.

after a few seconds, and manon going to some nearby bushes to throw up, she finally got out of her daze. “oh lord” she sighed, looking at where the swizz girl had gone, the driver girl now rubbing circles on her back.

you cleared your throat catching the attention of the black haired girl. “i’ve been waiting for you to appear where i work magically.”

she giggled, “i tend to do that. although it is always an accident.”

when you exited the club, you saw a bright red mustang parked just a couple feet away, damn. a woman was leaning on the driver's door while another one was closer to the door of your work place, both of them were wearing caps and face mask so you couldn’t see their faces (not that there was too much light on the street either). the one closer to you approached quickly, “manon, come on!”

even behind the mask and hat, you could recognise those eyes anywhere.

that’s why manon had looked so familiar, she was part of the group sophia was in. and after you had done a little research, you learned a little bit about the group, and more about the girl you had met three, now four, times already.

“sophia! meet my new friend, isn't she hot?. she has a skateboard too, look!”

sophia finally looked at the woman next to her friend. she planned on apologizing for any disturbance the older girl might have caused, but when she locked eyes with you, the words died on her tongue.

after a few seconds, and manon going to some near bushes to throw up, she finally got out of her daze. “oh lord” she sighed, looking at where the swizz girl had gone, the driver now rubbing circles on her back.

you cleared your throat, gaining the attention of the black haired girl, “i’ve been waiting for you to magically appear where i work.”

she giggled, “i tend to do that. although it is always an accident.”

“accident or not, it’s always nice to talk to you.” then you added, “don’t think i didn’t notice when you took my wallet out of my jacket pocket last time.”

“damn it. i thought i had been subtle with it!”

there was a honk, and you both looked at the car where manon was sitting with her head resting against the window, probably asleep.

“i need to go. thanks for taking care of her, by the way.”

you saw her get into the passenger seat. and when the mustang took off, you placed your skateboard on the street and pushed off behind it. sophia watched you from the side view mirror.

“why were you talking to that girl for so long?” daniela asked while driving.

the filipina answered casually, “i was just thanking her for taking care of manon.”

the dancer seemed satisfied with her answer, and if she wasn’t, she didn't say anything else, which was nice. after all, sophia could now think about you without any distractions.

now that sophia knew where you worked, she planned to visit you, casually. normally she wouldn’t go out on nights when she knew she had early rehearsals, but she couldn’t wait any longer to see you. so she made a stupid excuse and left the house before anyone could question her.

when she arrived at the club and saw the crowd outside, she seriously considered going back and getting under her covers to get a full night of peaceful sleep. she shook her head, she was already here.

after getting inside and navigating around the sweaty bodies, she reached the bar. where she knew you would be.

manon, even though she had a massive headache, told her you were a new bartender at the place she often visited on friday nights. sophia figured your shift would be on the same night they had gone to pick up the oldest of the group.

she was proven right as soon as she took a seat at the counter and saw you nodding at something a woman sitting a few chairs aways said, with a smile that looked more like a grimace. sophia watched as the blonde woman leaned her head on her hand and said something that Sophia couldn’t hear, but she did notice your eyes go wide. even with the flashing lights around her, she noticed a red tint appear on your cheeks.

another bartender came up to the filipina, probably about to ask what she wanted to order, but sophia was already out of her seat and walking towards you.

the moment the singer was in your eyesight, all your attention was on her, and a real smile crept onto your face. something sophia took great pride in.

the woman at the bar seemed to notice this, and with a sigh, gave up her seat, which sophia took without hesitation.

you offered sophia a shot “on the house,” you said.

she knew she shouldn’t accept it; she did have an early practice the next day, but she did anyway. still, after she told you of her plans for the morning, you made sure to keep her sober. there was no way you were going to be responsible for a bad rehearsal.

you spent your shift mixing drinks and pouring shots to strangers while carrying on a conversation with someone you actually wanted to know. and at the end of your shift— it was two in the morning by the way— as always, you walked her home.

she noticed your missing helmet and the skateboard under your arm. you told her you’d sold the bike before moving to la to have extra cash, and the board was the same one you’d been riding the day you first met.

on your way to the katseye house, you even tried to teach her how to ride it. it ended with you on the ground smiling stupidly, and her on top of you, laughing loudly.

that night, you also got your stolen - or borrowed, as sophia had said - wallet back.

sophia woke up that day smiling even more than usual, despite the lack of sleep. her members obviously noticed, and they were curious about where their leader had gone the night before.

their curiosity grew even more when, after practice ended, sophia did not stay another hour like she always did, but instead would be the first to leave the building. at first, no one said anything. but eventually, lara asked casually, receiving an equally casual answer. they were disappointed, to say the least.

over the next two months, sophia would do one of three things.

leave as soon as practice ended.

suddenly get up from the couch, and go out of the house for at least 3 hours.

go out at 6 pm and get back at 3 in the morning.

all the girls made an effort to find out what, or rather who, was taking all the filipina’s time. megan followed her around. lara tried to check her texts. yoonchae even asked her if she was going on a date, and she only got a laugh and a what are you talking about?

everyone knows sophia tells yoonchae everything. so if she didn’t know, something was up.

their last resort was to find out where she went at night. that task was assigned to manon.

manon’s plan was simple: take sophia out to a club so she wouldn’t go to her usual spot, and then get her drunk enough to confess.

the only problem? getting sophia to agree.

“sure, i’ll go with you”

“come on, it’s just—wait, did you say yes?” sophia nodded “wow, i thought it would be harder.”

manon suggested her go to club, which she had last gone to when daniela and sophia had picked her up, and the black girl had thrown up on the bushes outside while a hot bartender was watching.

sophia acted as if she preferred to go anywhere but there, then agreed anyway.

as soon as they entered, manon made a beeline to the bar. “oh no,” she said, turning to look at the other girl “the bartender from last time is here!” she then noticed the filipina was already looking at you and she was… waving?

you walked up to them with a bright smile, “manon! haven’t seen you in a while. sophia, good to see you again.” you greeted them, wiping the counter.

sophia casually leaned her elbows on it. “hi y/n, your best cocktail, please?” sophia asked, while manon just observed, confused.

no way in just a five minute interaction two months ago you could be this close. manon didn’t even know your name, and her friend was here asking for your best cocktail? sophia didn’t even want to come here in the first place!

you started working on sophia’s drink, and manon stood there blinking slowly.

you carefully placed a blue martini in front of sophia, then pured a clear shot for manon, who look at it with a raised eyebrow, nonetheless she accepted the drink. “last time you asked for whatever i wanted. here it is.” the girl in braids was a little surprise by how well you remembered your only interaction.

she gagged, “ugh, what is this?”

you laughed at her reaction, “colombian alcohol. didn’t you try it in medellin?”

okay this was getting weird. manon could’ve been a little out of her when she went up to the bar last time, but she was hundred percent sure she did not tell you anything about her life, and if she somehow had, the last thing she would’ve told you was their trip to medellin to film a music video.

panicking, she turned to her leader, trying to subtly tell her that maybe they should leave because the hot bartender was actually a creepy bartender. but sophia did not even glance in her direction; she was too busy looking at the stalker in front of them!

“oh, i remember!” sophia suddenly exclaimed, “you said it was the best, but it tasted horrible. you didn’t even take one yourself!”

you laughed “i was driving you to the hotel! you don’t drink and drive, do you?.” manon was only thinking one thing: what the fuck is going on?

“drink it now,” sophia dared you.

then you started arguing about how you could not drink while working to which the other girl said no one would notice. after arguing back and forth— more flirting like back and forth —, you caved and took the shot of whatever disgusting thing you had given manon, without even flinching. sophia giggled at your smug expression.

how did this happen? the black girl didn’t know, but she was sure of one thing, and the group chat needed to be aware of it too: sophia has a gf!!!!!!

the other girls’ response was instant. lots of messages were sent in just seconds, but sophia did not pick up her phone to see what all the sudden notifications were about, she kept talking with you.

even though manon wanted to know everything from the start, with detail, she decided to leave you be and went to the dance floor. she was going to get her answers later. she’d make sure of it.

sophia joined her almost an hour later with a different drink in hand, a red one, saying something about it being more crowded than usual, and you being busy making drinks. how did she know what the usual was? manon would find out!

“so… the bartender?” manon wiggled her eyebrows teasingly

“what about her?”

“you tell me ms. ‘your best cocktail, please’.”

sophia rolled her eyes “we’ve been talking.”

“‘we’ve been talking’” manon mocked her, voice higher than usual. “since when do you talk to bartenders?”

sophia shrugged, “you kind of made me talk to her when you were throwing your insides out.”

the older girl grimaced at the memory, “okay, fair point. but, you are here talking to her as if you’ve known her all your life!”

“it’s part of her job,” sophia argued.

“no, her job is to serve drinks to customers,” manon started, “not to flirt with them. and it certainly isn’t to know their life story.”

“she’s just attentive,” she said casually.

manon, however, was not buying it “yeah, attentive. and she is also what? psychic? she knew we went to medellin!”

sophia sipped her drink “i mean, we are famous, it’s on the internet. or maybe you told her last time.”

“sophia” manon’s tone turned stern. she was clearly tired of the filipina dodging her questions. but sophia was not going down easily either. manon sighed, if sophia wasn’t going to spill, she would keep asking until the other girl got tired.

“okay” she said slowly, “where did you meet her?”

“here”

“just here?”

another sip “mostly”

“sophia!”

the girl groaned “fine! i’ve run into her a couple times before. i need another drink.” sophia walked up to the bar, manon following closely.

you noticed them immediately, just like when they first came into the club. “back so soon?” you asked, a smirk on your face.

“manon’s being annoying.”

with an offended look the accused girl said “i’m being curious.” they started bickering so fast you couldn’t understand a word.

you looked between them amused. sophia had told you everything about her relationship with all the girls. how they were like her sisters, and she had a strong their bond was. they definetly looked like sisters at the moment.

suddenly manon gasped so loud that even people around turned to look at you. “wallet girl!” she screamed, pointing straight at you.

the music seemed to get low at her comment. sophia’s face shifted from playful to shocked.

“you were the girl who stole sophia’s wallet when we were in dream academy! i remember you now, i was watching through the window. she had ten dollars, did you pay her back?”

now it was your turn to look offended “i did not steal her wallet that time! how many times do i have to say it!”

manon raised one eyebrow “so you stole it another time?” you looked away, scratching your neck “sophia! you are dating a criminal! and she stole your wallet, how fucked is that?”

“manon!” she hissed “lower your voice. she is not a criminal, and she never stole anything.”

“i stole your heart” you winked, sophia turned to you with an unamused look “sorry.” you added quickly

manon now had a shit eating grin on her face “the girls are going to love this.” she said fishing out her phone and walking away to update everyone.

“well, secrets out,” sophia said sighing.

you chuckled, “at least you don’t have to keep sneaking around?”

she smiled, “i guess.” she looked around, nervously fidgeting with her hands “if you want to, you could meet them. officially.”

“family introductions already?” you said teasingly, but then smiled warmly at the girl at the other side of the counter “i would love to.”

“great. prepare for endless teasing.”

“how bad can it get?”

“really bad,” she answered honestly. “i think i’ll leave now, gotta make sure manon doesn’t run her mouth too much.”

you laughed “i’ll text you when my shift ends.”

sophia then leaned over the counter and left a kiss on your cheek “i’ll be waiting.”

with that she walked over to her friend, who had her jaw on the floor, furiously typing on her phone. with a final wave, sophia left the club, manon asking a million questions at her side.

[tywrites]

burnt out | mateo manta

pairing: mateo manta x gn!reader

warnings: smut, minors dni!!!, blowjobs, little angsty at the beginning, petnames, subby mateo

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this is purely self indulgent, i just wanna take care of him </3 i hope you enjoy hehe

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“Well, if it isn’t my favourite human!”

Mateo always looked happy to see you, but there was something… different this time. His smile looked a little strained, his eyes tired as he tried his hardest to avoid your gaze. His tone seemed excited, but a bit forced. You raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Uh oh, only your favourite?” You teased, leaning down to give the inanimals some attention, giving Stitch a good scratch behind the ear. She barked animatedly and rolled over for belly rubs.

He chuckled. “Ohhh I see. You’re trying to win over all the inanimals now too, huh?”

You smiled down at the cluster of knit and threads bouncing around you. “Well, you did say you were a package deal,” you said, glancing up at him with a glint in your eye.

“Hmm, I did say that, didn’t I?” He hummed. “I guess I can’t really be mad about that. It’s one of the things I love most about you…”

You could feel your cheeks heat up at his sweet words. He seemed to always know exactly what to say to get you all flustered. But you couldn’t let that distract you. Something was clearly wrong. His smile didn’t meet his eyes and his nervous tic of pulling at the blanket around his shoulders was already showing. He picked at the seams absent-mindedly, a bad habit he tried hard not to indulge, especially in front of the inanimals.

He was stressed. Plain and simple.

“Mateo?” You said his name carefully, not wanting to come across as overbearing but the concern in your voice was still evident.

He looked at you, half smile on his face.

“Yes, amor?”

“Are you doing okay?”

The easiest way to talk to Mateo about stuff that was bothering him was to confront it head on. If you danced around the subject, you’d never get anywhere. He hated admitting when he was struggling; he was very independent in that way. A workaholic through and through.

Blunt was the way to go.

He paused at your question, his silence doing the work of answering better than he ever could. He looked like he was about to deny it, like he was going to go through the usual spiel you give when someone asks how you are – “I’m good, how are you?”

But at the last second, something shifted. As though the pillow fort he’d built up around him had come tumbling down. A shaky sigh left his lips, threatening to turn into a sob. He didn’t want to cry, not in front of the inanimals. He stood up abruptly, taking your hand and leading you upstairs swiftly, silently.

You followed, a bit bewildered. Once you’d reached your bedroom, he gave Betty a short look. She seemed to understand immediately, rising and leaving the room, giving you both a polite nod. When you were alone, it was as if Mateo couldn’t hold it back any longer. He took an unsteady breath in and sat down on the edge of the bed, his head buried in his hands.

You’d never seen him like this. So downtrodden.

Once over the initial shock, you reached out immediately – you sat down next to him, a comforting hand on his shoulder. You could hear quick breaths and sniffles coming from your boyfriend and even though his face was hidden from you, you could tell he was crying.

“’Teo? Love?” you tried gently, your hand on his shoulder giving a comforting squeeze. “Please look at me,”

He sniffed and after a moment, raised his head to face you. It broke your heart to see him like this, his face all crumpled. His brown eyes shone with unshed tears, brimming over the lash line before falling down his round cheeks.

“I-I’m so sorry,” he began, his voice sounding strained. “You shouldn’t have to see me like this,”

He tried in vain to wipe the tears away, rubbing at his face hard with the sleeve of his duvet jacket. This only seemed to accomplish making his face more red. And sore. He was stopped by a gentle hand closing over his wrist, pulling it onto your lap. You held his hand, your thumb drawing circles on the back of it.

“Please don’t apologise to me, love. This is what I’m here for – to listen. I just want to hear what happened, if you’re okay to tell me?” You spoke softly and sincerely, making it a point to look into his eyes. You never wanted him to think he had to apologise for feeling.

He nodded slowly, his body automatically shifting closer to you. His hand was still on your lap, covered by your own. He could feel the warmth of your body pressing against him, secure and welcoming. And he began talking.

Once he’d started, he struggled to stop.

“-and one of the tassel-hounds got caught on a loose nail, I was barely able to piece him back together again, and while that was happening I couldn’t find Davi so I thought the same thing happened to him, and I was running over the whole house trying to find him-”

“Mateo, breathe. Please,” you said gently, not wanting him to get himself so worked up. He stopped babbling, closing his eyes and taking a few slow, deep breaths.

Once he’d calmed his breathing, he explained everything that had been happening over the last few days. It was one thing after another and he’d had hardly any time away from the rescue – let alone any time to relax for himself. You bit your lip, guilt striking you in the chest. Fuck, you should have been there. You told him you’d always be around to help if he needed it and you… you kind of let him down.

“And before you start spiralling – none of this is your fault, amor. You’ve been just as busy, don’t think I haven’t seen it. The rescue is my responsibility and I couldn’t handle the heat this time,” he said, looking down at his lap. “I don’t get it… I love what I do, the inanimals mean everything to me. I just… god, things have been difficult lately…” he trailed off, ending with a dejected sigh.

You furrowed your brow. “Mateo, this happens to the best of us. You’re just… burnt out. You need a break,”

He looked at you with a roll of his eyes. “I can’t just take a break. It’s not like there’s a backup of me to look after the rescues. I don’t have a twin, y’know?”

You ignored the sass in his tone, unable to help the fond smile breaking out across your face. “It doesn’t have to be a long break. Even just a night. A chance to take a breather. I mean, when was the last time I got to pamper you, hm?”

He paused, processing your words. His cheeks reddened, his hand playing with the seams of his duvet nervously.

“Pamper? Um, me?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes, you. You’re always looking after everyone else. Let me… let me take care of you for once, Mateo,” you said, looking at him through half-lidded eyes.

His breath caught in his throat, his eyes wide and wanting. He bit his lip, seeming conflicted.

“But…”

“Only if you want to. The inanimals are asleep, I already texted Betty to sort them out. If you want this, you only have to ask,” you said, squeezing his hand in yours softly.

A pause.

Then a nod.

You smiled. “I need your words, my love,”

He whined quietly. “Please… I- I want it,” he said, his blush deepening as it reached his ears. He was so fucking adorable. You leaned towards him, capturing his lips in a kiss. It started out softly, your lips moving in unison, perfectly pieced together. Once you’d felt him relax under you, his body releasing the stress it had been holding for days, you deepened the kiss.

Slowly, you started to push him down into a laying position on the bed, quickly moving so you were straddling his lap. You kept your lips connected the entire time, one hand on his chest while the other played with the soft strands of his hair. He tried to keep up with your lead, kissing you breathlessly.

Your hand snaked down his body – past his soft stomach, down past his waistline, to the hard bulge that was forming in his plush sweatpants. You couldn’t help but tease him a little, considering he was so damn cute when desperate. You gave his bulge a firm squeeze, ripping a sweet groan from him.

“Fuck… please,” he whimpered against your lips, hips bucking up into you involuntarily. “Need you so badly, amor,”

You kissed him sweetly, giving him another squeeze. “I’ve got you, ‘Teo,”

You attached your lips to his neck, kissing down his chest. He looked down at you, his mouth agape as you passed his stomach, giving him little nips though his clothes as you went. Once you reached where he needed you so badly, you paused.

You looked up at him through your lashes, making sure he was watching. Then, you leaned forward and kissed the tip of his hard cock over the fabric. A sharp gasp caught in Mateo’s throat, his face flushed and his eyes wide as he watched you. You smirked at his reaction, giving it another soft kiss in response.

“Can’t wait to take care of you, my love. Can’t wait to feel you down my throat,”

He covered his face with his hands, his thighs shaking at your actions and words. “Mi vida, you can’t say things like that – I won’t last,” he whined.

You chuckled. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed,” you said as you untied the blanket around his waist. Hooking your fingers into the waistband of his pants, you told him to lift up a bit so you could slide them off. He happily complied, lifting his hips up.

“Good boy,”

It slips out so naturally, you barely realised what you were saying until it was already out. You looked up at Mateo, trying to gauge his reaction. You were praying you hadn’t just fucked this up. He gulped shakily, his cock bouncing up out of his sweatpants and against his stomach.

“Could… could you say that again?” he asked hesitantly.

You placed your hands on his thighs, leaning in close to him. “Oh? You like being my good boy, Mateo?”

He groaned, his hips grinding up into you. The long awaited friction against his bare cock only made him louder. “Mmh- I, uh, mmh!”

“Words, love,” you remind him, carding your fingers through his sweaty white locks, pushing them out of his eyes.

“Fuck, yes I like it. A lot,” he finally chokes out. “Please, I- I need you…”

You held back a moan at his words. God, you loved to hear him say that. To admit that he can’t do everything all by himself, that he actually needs your help with something. Something only you can help him with.

You finally took pity on the poor man, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before diving down. You wasted no time in taking him into your mouth, licking a long stripe from base to tip before suckling at the head. This ripped a wrecked whimper from Mateo, his hands immediately tangling into your hair.

You swirled your tongue around his length, savouring the taste. You took a deep breath through your nose before pushing down, taking each inch you could possibly muster. You whined at the feeling of him, hard and heavy down your throat. Mateo gave your hair a hard tug at that, the vibrations sending shock waves of pleasure through him.

“Fuckkk, mi amor… oh my god, you’re amazing,” he breathed, looking down at you. Seeing you with your mouth stretched wide over his cock – it did unspeakable things to him.

You swallowed back the drool that was threatening to overflow, earning you another whine from Mateo. Briefly, you pulled off of his cock, sucking in greedy breaths of air. You panted before going right back down again, this time determined to take it all the way. You pushed past your gag reflex, sinking down until you could feel the tip of his length tickling the back of your throat; as well as the crown of white hairs around the base tickling your nose.

You started to bob your head, your hands moving to cup his heavy balls, massaging them as you sucked him off. His moans were getting louder, his grip on your hair more desperate.

“Yes… god, yes. Please, I’m- I’m so close,” he said, higher pitched and whiny. His hips were starting to push up into you, forcing his cock further down your throat with each thrust. You choked when he pushed past your gag reflex before you could brace yourself, the contracting of your throat only pushing Mateo closer to his impending orgasm.

You needed his come down your throat. Badly.

Mateo’s mind was blurry and he could hardly think straight; all he could think of was the hot cavern of your mouth. He was panting, his stomach tensing with each thrust of his hips, his balls hitting your chin. If he could form a single thought, he’d probably apologise for being so rough – but right now, it was the furthest thing from his mind.

“I- I’m so close. Ayy- I need to- god, I need to come,” he groaned, his desperate eyes finding yours. “C-can I..? Please?”

You moaned around his cock, bobbing your head faster to show enthusiastic consent. He panted, giving a few more hard thrusts into your mouth before he reached his peak. A whine ripped from him as he flooded your mouth with his come, his thick load shooting down your throat in ropes. Curses tumbled from his mouth as he came, his head falling back onto the bed in ecstasy. He was shaking all over, his mind a fuzzy mess. He held your head down until he was done and you ensured not a single drop was spilled, your eyes rolling back at the intense treatment.

When Mateo had finished, he released you and his body completely relaxed. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed in utter bliss. You crawled up his body, laying on top of him with your head against his chest. There was a content silence, only heavy breathing filling the room.

“So, feeling pampered?” You teased, the tip of your finger tracing shapes onto his chest.

He smiled sleepily. “I mean… I could definitely get used to it.”

[immortalmrwavell]

Aftermath of the Homo-Bomb - Andrew and Mateo

(Original story posted July 29th 2023) Minor edits and corrections

Read The Prologue first! Read Jack’s Interview here! Read Theo’s Interview here! Read Lewis’ interview here! Read Trevor’s Interview here! Conclusion soon to come…

Wavell sat across from the happy gay couple who’d gleefully let him into their home. They were practically wrapped around each other on the couch, smiling and giggling as they subtly groped one another. It was as if they were trying to be civil in his presence but just couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Not that Wavell minded. If anything he thought it was cute. It reminded him of the way he was with Dane most of the time. So giddy and happy to be in the other’s company.

“Sorry uhh… what did you say you were here for?” The man in the red shirt asked with a smile, not remembering why exactly they’d let this stranger into their house.

“Well I was hoping I could ask the pair of you a few questions regarding the strange event that took place in this town recently. From what I know, a vast number of people here have been affected by some otherworldly power. My colleague and I have been gathering data on those who’ve experienced it. So what I wanna know is, have either of you undergone any strange changes as of late. New feelings or emotions that have sprouted seemingly out of nowhere?” Wavell asked but of course he already knew the answer judging by the aura of magic emanating from the couple.

The two men looked at each other and giggled before holding hands. “Ohhh yeah. Big time.” The other man in the black shirt replied. “I still can’t believe it but honestly I think we’re happier than we’ve ever been!” He boasted before leaning in and giving his boyfriend a kiss.

Wavell smiled softly. “It would seem that way.” He watched as the pair stared at one another lovingly, practically undressing themselves with their eyes. “Well I’d be delighted if you could tell me all about it.” He reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out a note pad and pen before waving them about comedically. “My name is Mr Wavell by the way. And you are?…”

The man in the red shirt answered first. “My names Andrea-” He stopped rather suddenly, chuckling a little. “Sorry, I mean Andrew. Andrew Gardener” He corrected.

The other man seemed just as amused by the slip up. “And I’m Mateo Ramos.” He added.

Wavell quickly scribbled down the names of the two men. “Andrew and Mateo. Such wonderful names for an equally handsome couple” he complimented, causing the two men to blush. After which he went through the usual routine of questions. Asking their ages, what they do for work and what types of people they consider themselves to be. He quickly found out that they were both the same age, 28 years old, with Andrew being about 3 months older. As for jobs, Andrew explained how he worked a simple office job not far away while Mateo worked as a model and personal trainer. When asked how they’d describe themselves, Andrew seemed to think of himself as a quiet but hard working and considerate person while Mateo believed himself to be confident, outspoken and always driven towards his next goal. All stuff Wavell seemed happy to write down.

“Now tell me. What’s your story. What experience did the pair of you undergo during and after the strange event that’s taken hold of this town?” Wavell finally asked, eager to know if these two were your average homo-bomb case of straights gone gay or if one or both of them were somehow anomalies.

Andrew and Mateo gave each other a knowing look before Andrew decided to speak up. “Well you see, we were actually already a couple before this but… we weren’t a gay couple.”

———

- Night of the Homo-Bomb -

After a long day of work, Mateo and his girlfriend Andrea had come home at last. Mateo had been fully booked for the day with clients to train at the gym while Andrea had been working non-stop at the office. Needless to say they were both happy to get home and chill out in each other’s company.

As they ate dinner together, Andrea went on to tell Mateo about her day. Telling him about how they’d been considering people for promotions at work recently so she’d been working extra hard to get one. She was already one of the most efficient workers amongst her peers anyway so she was almost certain she’d snag the promotion she deserved. However for some reason they kept putting the men in her office at the top of the consideration even if they were objectively worse at the job than she was! She loved her colleagues and she knew it wasn’t their fault, even if she couldn’t help feeling a little resentful, but the blatant sexism her bosses were showing had her wanting to rip her hair out! Even if it was wrong, she couldn’t help wishing sometimes that she were a man like Mate. Maybe then she wouldn’t be undermined and under appreciated.

Mateo sympathised with his girlfriend. He knew how hard she worked and how she deserved a promotion more than anyone in that office. It was just a shame the higher ups were refusing to see that. All he could do was console her while offering her the encouragement to keep being amazing until her bosses were forced to recognise her. Hearing that really seemed to put a smile on Andrea’s face after the frustrating day she’d had.

Before they knew it the couple were falling into bed together later that night, kissing and holding each other close. It wasn’t long before they were fully nude and engaging in a little foreplay before Mateo got his cock lined up with Andrea’s entrance. The room filled with lustful moans as he made the plunge inside. Little did the two of them know, this was the last time they’d ever get to experience this type of sex…

Once both parties were satisfied they got themselves cleaned up and rolled back into bed, now completely exhausted. Soon enough both Andrea and Mateo found themselves steadily drifting off to sleep and as Andrea's eyes fluttered shut, she couldn’t help wondering if her life would’ve been easier had she just been born a man instead.

Hours later the couple were fast asleep like the rest of the town and still holding one another close. Mateo’s large manly body pressed against Andrea’s smaller feminine one. Little were they aware however that a certain warlock and his dashing boyfriend were hovering above the town as they dreamt. Not long after that very same warlock unleashed a burst of magic on the town of which he deemed ‘The Homo-Bomb’. A powerful mass of magical energy designed to explode into a mist with the built in purpose of seeking out any straight man within its radius and turning them completely gay. And that’s exactly what it set out to do.

The purple mist surged across town, infecting many a man in its wake. Its power changed them for the better as far as the warlock was concerned. Naturally it didn’t take very long for the magical fog to seep its way into Mateo and Andrea’s bedroom as well.

As expected the fog surged into Mateo’s body first after swiftly identifying him as a straight man. Pushing inside his muscular body through any entrance it could find. His mouth, his nose… his asshole. Infiltrating his body as efficiently as possible. Immediately his cock jumped up, hard as a rock once again, as the magic began twisting his desires. Any attraction he would’ve had towards women was morphed into an attraction for men. Filling his head with desires for big pecs, muscle butts and fat cocks. Not stopping until Mateo was completely and utterly homosexual with his current dream turning into that of a sex dream with all kinds of hunks surrounding and fucking him to his greatest delight.

Normally the mist wouldn’t have a reason to stick around. The only other person in the house was Andrea and the warlock hadn’t programmed it to do anything to women. It should’ve just dissipated, its job complete. Yet for some reason the magical fog was drawn towards Andrea’s body as well as it somehow connected with her thoughts. Her wish to be a man. And so the fog went rogue. Doing something it wasn’t programmed to do and entering the body of a straight woman…

Like Mateo, the mist coursed into her from every entrance it could until her body was filled with enough magical power that some kind of physical transformation could take place. Andrea couldn’t help tossing and turning as her body lit up with sparks of pleasure just as her boyfriends had before her. Only it wasn’t her sexual desires that were going to change, it was her body itself.

Strangely enough the transformation began with her head. The likes of her long blonde hair receding significantly into a shorter, cropped cut before darkening to a brown hue. The soft shape of her face began to fade in favour of a sharper look that was most visible in her chin and jawline as they grew wider and more pronounced. Her eyes on the other hand became less feminine and more deep set while her eyebrows thickened and her nose broadened. Even her somewhat thin lips from before found themselves plumping up into lips that anyone would be lucky to kiss, only now they were being surrounded by a thick stubble that’d quickly sprouted across her face. As the last of her features readjusted themselves, Andrea’s head had transformed completely into that of a man. An odd contrast to her still womanly body for sure. But it wouldn’t remain that way for long.

Once she had the face of a man, the transformation spread further down her body starting with her neck. It thickened quite noticeably as a lump in her throat made itself visible. Almost immediately her feminine moans turned to masculine grunts due to the sudden dropping of her vocal cords until it settled on a much deep commanding resonance.

Those same masculine groans would only continue to be heard as Andrea’s traps and shoulders began to bulge. Growing thicker and broader alongside her upper back. Already she was gaining that wide upper body shape that most men strived for which only looked more impressive as her chest started to develop. Her modest breasts shrunk down to almost nothing while her nipples became far less pronounced. Her chest didn’t stay small for longer however as moments after it began burgeoning once again, only this time with powerful muscle. Swelling into two powerful pecs that would demand attention from anyone that laid eyes upon them. Looking like swollen pillows of muscle you could fall asleep on yet still cabals of becoming hard as a rock with a single flex. Her new male chest was even heftier now than when she was a woman! Meanwhile as her waist reformed into a more masculine shape, her arms were already well on their way to matching her torso.

Once her back and shoulders had grown to such a wide degree with powerful muscle, her still dainty arms and hands looked very strange in comparison. However they wouldn’t look out of place for long as powerful veins raced along them, thick and pulsing. She grumbled in her sleep as her arms began pumping themselves up, her tiny hands growing into meaty calloused mitts that were made for picking up heavy weights at the gym. All the while, her biceps and triceps expanded with newfound size and muscle, gaining the kind of explosive strength Andrea could have only ever dreamed of! Soon enough her biceps and forearms were almost as big as her boyfriends! So thick and juicy. Even straight men wouldn’t be able to keep their eyes off guns like what she now possessed, not that there would be any straight men left in the town after tonight. She could probably curl around ten times the weight she could before, maybe even more! Anyone would think twice before messing with her now, lest they want a taste of just how powerful her manly arms were.

With that Andrea’s entire upper half was all man. Huge back, giant arms, massive pecs. She was already becoming quite the specimen but of course her transformation wasn’t done just yet with her lower half still looking incredibly feminine. But that would be fixed soon enough.

The next target on the magic’s hit list was Andrea’s ass. She’d never been all that gifted in the rear area having always had a rather small butt. Or at least she did until now. When the transformation spread to her backside she couldn’t help clenching her ass tight while it changed. Before long it’d lost its feminine in favour of a more masculine form. But that wasn’t all as even after obtaining a man’s butt, it decided to grow like the rest of her body had so far. Fattening with muscle that caused her body to rise up a little until she finally adorned the kind of big round bubble butt you’d normally see on pro football players. Seems like she’d have to deal with people always wanting to walk behind her from now on just to watch her thick man butt jiggle with every step.

But with that one of the biggest changes was finally on the horizon. Andrea couldn’t help letting out a deep murmur in her sleep as her ovaries began twisting and pulling inside her. It was as if someone had stuck their hands inside her and was trying to pull them out… and somehow they succeeded. On their journey down, her ovaries had morphed into a fat pair of testicles, protected by a large ball sack that’d pushed its way out and now sat comfortably between her legs as her pussy quickly began sealing up behind it. Just before it could disappear however, a small fleshy tip pushed its way through. The small sensitive piece of flesh soon found itself growing at an alarming speed until it was fully recognisable as none other than a fat cock. It flopped and bucked around between Andrea’s legs as it proceeded to grow to its full soft length of five inches before continuing to bloat via an erection.

The bedsheets soon began to tent as her cock grew harder and harder by the second until it reached its full length of seven and a half inches. It had some hefty girth to go along with it too. For most men having a dick that big would be considered a dream come true! Well shaped with above average measurements, not to mention the cum factory that was her fat bull nuts below already churning plenty of semen.

With Andrea’s new manhood already locked and loaded, there was only one part of her body left. Her legs. And the very first thing they did upon being touched by the magic was lengthen. Immediately her height began to increase substantially. Her torso had already stretched taller whilst it was packing on muscle earlier so her total height by now must’ve been around a looming 6’2. Much more imposing than her former 5’7. But of course it wouldn’t stop there.

Andrea couldn’t stop herself from mindlessly bucking her hips in her sleep, rubbing her erection against the bedsheets while her legs began to bulk up. Quads and hamstrings, all the muscles that made up her thighs flexing involuntarily. And with every flex they packed on more and more muscle. Becoming thicker by the second to help give her new balls plenty of protection. It was a good thing she slept naked as any underwear she’d have been wearing would’ve been easily torn apart by her thighs. The kind of muscle thighs most people would beg to have their head between just so they can be squished between their thickness and feel their power suffocating them up. Thankfully her calves also received a similar treatment, bulking up considerably with new mass which served to help round out her manly body. All that was left was for her dainty feet to expand and that’s exactly what they did, growing into huge size 13 men’s feet. There’s no way she’d be able to walk into a room from now on without someone noticing her thunderous footsteps.

With that a few final touches spread their way across Andrea’s body. Most notably a light dusting of body hair that covered her chest and legs to give her that extra sense of masculinity. But once that was done, Andrea’s transformation came to close. The magic that’d invaded her body believing it’d done its job in creating another homosexual man. Yet she still refused to wake from her deep slumber, instead continuing to toss and turn in bed with her hard cock bouncing all over the place until finally she found herself spooning Mateo. A small lustful grin spread across her face as she managed to sleepily slide her cock between her boyfriend's ass cheeks before subconsciously thrusting her new dick back and forth between them. With how pumped she was already after such a transformation, it didn’t take long before Andrea was already blowing her first load all over Mateo’s back with a dumb satisfied smile all over her manly face.

The couple would certainly have quite the surprise waiting for them when they woke up the next morning…

———

“So you’re telling me that you went to sleep as a happy straight couple and by the time you woke up, Andrea had become Andrew and Mateo suddenly found he was attracted to men now?” Wavell clarified while making notes.

“That’s pretty much it. Everything was normal when we went to bed but when we woke up, this is how things were.” Mateo confirmed, looking over at his once girlfriend now turned handsome boyfriend.

“I don’t even remember turning into a man honestly.” Andrew admitted as he ran a hand down his muscled torso. “I guess I slept through it somehow because when I opened my eyes I was already a total hunk! I mean I’m even wearing some of Mateo’s clothes because there was no way in hell any of mine were gonna fit.” He said while tugging the red shirt a little.

Wavell nodded. “Well I have to say this is certainly interesting. Mateo, you seem to have been affected in the same way as most other men in town. By far the most common theme has been straight men somehow turning gay.” He then turned to Andrew. “You on the other hand are much a different case. For a start hardly any women in town were affected at all so the fact that you were is already an anomaly. But unlike most men, you didn’t experience a change in sexuality. Rather you underwent quite the dramatic physical transformation from what you’ve told me! I’ve come across a few others who’ve undergone things like muscle growth, age progression and more but you’re the first one I’ve seen to undergo a complete sex change from female to male! It’s both incredible and perplexing…” Wavell stroked a hand through his beard as he pondered this new anomaly.

Andrew smiled. “Oh it’s definitely incredible alright.” He flexed a bicep before giving one of his pecs a squeeze through his shirt. “Being a man feels better than I could ever have imagined! Before I always felt weak and frail but now I’m just so huge and powerful! It’s fucking great! I can practically feel the testosterone flowing through me! Honestly I don’t even care how it happened, I’m just grateful that it did because I never want to go back!” He claimed boldly as one of his hands slid down towards his crotch before giving it a hefty squeeze. “I don’t have to deal with boobs, periods or getting pregnant anymore. Plus now that I’ve got this manly body and a dick between my legs, I can finally see what all this male privilege stuff is about!” He added half jokingly with a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Once everyone at work sees how I’ve changed, maybe those sexist old men at the top will finally consider me for a promotion now that I’ve got a pair of balls in my pants.”

Wavell seemed rather amused by the former woman’s response. “So I take it you’re happy with your new body Andrew?” He chuckled. “In that case, might I ask what your favourite part of it is?”

Andrew thought about it for a moment, looking down at himself. “God I don’t know. There’s so many things I love about it. My deep new voice is one. I just love how masculine it sounds. My pecs feel amazing as well. One of the first things I did after waking up was trying to bounce them and I got the hang of it pretty quick.” He flexed his pecs a little through his shirt gleefully to demonstrate. “But fuck these arms feel amazing. The way my biceps bulge anytime I move them is just intoxicating. They’re just so massive and flexing them makes me feel like I'm invincible! Honestly I could go on about every part of my body but I’ve gotta say, as predictable as it sounds, I think my favourite part has got to be this new cock.” He admitted as the very manhood he spoke of began chubbing up a little in his pants. “I was a bit nervous to touch it at first because it was so weird and different from what I’m used to but after I got in the shower for the first time, I couldn’t help touching it. It’s crazy how it can go from being so soft and floppy to hard and firm at just the slightest stimulation. And I have to admit, cradling my balls felt pretty good as well.” His face went a little red, feeling as though he might’ve overshared just a touch.

“Well I’m glad to hear you seem so comfortable with your new body already. Not everyone would adjust to such a dramatic change so fast.” Wavell shifted a little in his seat, trying to hide his own erection slowly growing in his suit pants “Now this next question might seem a tad personal but I’m curious to know, have you masturbated or had sex since your transformation Andrew?”

The new man blushed a little. He might’ve been openly grabbing his crotch a moment ago but a question like that had certainly caught him a little off guard. And yet for some reason he almost felt compelled to give this man an answer. “Well I… might’ve touched my dick a little too much while I was in the shower. It just felt so good, you know. Having a cock is so different to a vagina. It’s like once it gets hard it’s nearly impossible to ignore. I just kept touching and stroking it until… I came.” He reflected back on the memory, remembering just how incredible it’d felt when his dick spasmed and released ropes of hot cum all over the shower wall. How his entire body had shuddered with blissful relief afterwards. “I also think I came in my sleep after becoming a man. When we woke up I was spooning Mateo and my underwear was all sticky…”

“So you’ve experienced a male orgasm but… you haven’t tried male on male sex? Is that right?”

Before Andrew could answer, Mateo chirped in. “No we haven’t. We thought about it a lot after waking up that morning but I’ve never had sex with a man before and Andrew has never had sex as a man before so the thought of it has been sort of intimidating for the both of us. It feels like we’re virgins all over again.”

“Ahhhh I see. So what you’re saying is you want to have sex but the idea of having sex as two men scares you. I can understand that. Sometimes new and unfamiliar things can be scary for all of us. But don’t worry, I can help you with it.” Wavell got up from his chair and made his way over to the couple across from him.

“Wait, what do you mea-” Andrew was cut off as Wavell placed a glowing hand on both his and Mateo’s head. Their eyes began to glow a bright purple just like Wavell’s as the warlock's magic surged into them. Suddenly their brains began to swarm with a mass of brand new knowledge on having intercourse as gay men. It was as if every trick in the book for two men to pleasure one another was suddenly revealed to them. At the same time Wavell made sure to elevate their libido’s to an almost unbearable level, causing both men to groan out as their cocks shot up to full length and bulged against their pants in an obscene and uncontrollable fashion.

With that Wavell took a step back, releasing them from his magic. “So boys? How do you feel now?” He asked, smirking inwardly as he watched the two hunks struggling to comprehend what the magical being before them had just done.

“I… I feel…” Andrew struggled to get a word out as his cock bucked as it strained against his pants, demanding attention. “I… feel like… I need… TO FUCK!” He shouted as thoughts of nothing but sex, dick and ass clouded his mind.

“Mmmmmm god… me too! Need to FUUUCKK!!” Grumbled Mateo who was having a similar issue of not being able to think of anything that wasn’t related to sex as he groped his rock hard cock through his pants. In an instant Mateo jumped on top of Andrew, grinning down at him lustfully as his boyfriend returned the same look. Their faces slowly drifted closer and closer as the gap between them shrunk until it closed at last with the touching of their lips. Touching softly as kissed gingerly at first but quickly their desire for one another began cracking up the intensity.

In no time the couple had jumped up from the sofa and began making out with a fiery passion. It was clear Andrew was now the taller of the two, standing a good 2 inches taller than Mateo, which was ironic considering how short he once was. As they kissed feverishly, they held each other as close as possible until the only thing separating their muscled bodies was a few layers of thin clothing. But of course that didn’t stop them from rubbing their crotches together as they both kept at least one hand firmly grasped on the other’s ass.

“Mmmmm… I’m gonna pound your tight fucking ass so hard with my dick.” Andrew claimed between kisses as he reached down to unbuckle his pants. Mateo in turn followed his lead and within seconds the two men allowed their throbbing cocks to flop out into the open. Andrew couldn’t help but grin maliciously as the difference between the cock sizes became painfully clear. Mateo had a rather average dick that sat around a respectable 5.5 inches hard with decent thickness. Andrews however was a whole other beast as it’d grown to a monstrous 8 or more inches with girth so thick it was bound to make anyone scream. “Guess I’m the man of the house now huh?” Andrew teased while smacking his giant dick against his boyfriend’s smaller one, causing Mateo’s face to go red as he couldn’t believe the man that used to be his girlfriend had a dick so much bigger than his! Yet at the same time he couldn’t help finding it so damn hot…

Without another second to think, Andrew gripped the waist of Mateo’s pants and yanked them down to his knees. “Kick them off and show me your ass.” Andrew demanded like the powerful man he now was. Naturally Mateo obeyed, tossing his pants and underwear to the side before turning around and crawling onto the couch. Back arched and ass up in the air, ready to be serviced. “Fuuuck yeah that’s perfect…” Andrew grunted as he knelt down, mesmerised by the sight of his lover’s thick fuzzy ass. His face slowly drew closer to the two hairy globes until finally he pressed his face between them, finding himself in heaven as he did. After that it didn’t take long for Andrew to put some of his new knowledge to good use as he started eating out Mateo’s ass like a porn star. Digging his tongue in deep and tasting the inside of his boyfriends tight virgin hole. “Mmmphh mmmphhhh fuck… I love mmmph… eating ass! mmmmmph!”

Once Mateo’s hole was finally prepped, Andrew was eventually able to find the strength to pull his head out of the other man’s hairy ass despite wishing he could just stay there forever. Instead he got back up onto his feet before stripping off and throwing his clothes across the room. Soon enough Andrew stood naked in all his male glory with his fat monster dick standing at full attention. Not wanting to waste any time however, Andrew shuffled forwards a little before rubbing the tip of his dick against Mateo’s hungry hole. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do. He was going to penetrate another person. Something he’d never imagined being able to do. Andrew always thought he was destined to be the one getting penetrated. But now, as a thick veiny cock throbbed between his legs, he finally had the chance to be the one doing the thrusting!

With a hungry grin Andrew just couldn’t contain his lust any longer. Without a second of warning, he pressed the fat head of his cock inside Mateo’s ass causing the former straight man to bellow in a mix of pain and pleasure. That initial feeling of pressing his cock inside another man’s ass set off fireworks in Andrew’s brain. Without even thinking he lost all self control and slammed his entire 8+ incher inside his boyfriend's tight hole causing Mateo to scream a flurry of swears due to the almost unbearable feeling of having such a giant rod stuffed inside him all at once. However he was soon silenced as on instinct Andrew reached around and covered Mateo’s mouth, muffling his pained cursing.

“Be quiet and take daddy’s dick bitch.” Andrew blurted out as he slowly but surely began to pump his cock back and forth, starting with a gentle rhythm. “It might hurt now but you’ll learn to love it you little cock slut.” The dirty talk came to him so naturally like an instinct. “Fuck I love being a man…” he muttered to himself under his breath.

As this went on, Wavell was still very much present and sat in the chair across from the pair of horny men. He couldn’t help whipping out his dick and stroking it a little as he watched Andrew slowly move his hips back and forth while he found his footing. He knew he should probably stop interfering with his subjects but it was just too damn fun!

Gradually Andrew began to pick up the pace, ass clenching a little with every thrust as he got faster and faster. “Fuck fuck fuck! Mmmm yeah! I’m the only that fucks around here from now on! You got that!?” He proclaimed in a lustful haze.

“Y-yes sir… nnnrgg…” Mateo just about managed to grunt out, his asshole feeling as though it was on fire from the sudden invasion. Andrew’s giant fucking dick hurt so fucking much… So why the hell was he actually kinda enjoying it?

“Good boy.” Andrew gave Mateo’s ass hearty smack that left a red mark before gripping Mateo’s hips and drilling his cock into the hole with even more aggression than before. Thrusting back and forth in a way that almost seemed primal. Like Andrew wanted nothing more than to breed his boyfriend’s ass. “That’s it! Your thick muscle ass belongs to me now! Don’t you forget it!” He groaned while burying himself to the hilt, balls pressing against Mateo's aforementioned muscle ass.

All Mateo could do was agree and comply with everything Andrew said as if being speared on that giant dick was somehow hypnotising him into doing so. He used to be the dominant one in their relationship but now he was being pinned down and fucked into a oblivion like a submissive slut.

Neither of them knew exactly how long they fucked for. They were so horny they completely lost track of time. For Andrew all he cared about was breeding boyfriends hot ass to the point where he was jackhammering into it with such speed and strength that the decorations and furniture around the room began to shake and creek. Books and ornaments began falling off shelves and onto the floor but that wasn’t about to stop Andrew. He had one goal and one goal only and that was to fuck. He moaned out, plowing that ass with everything he had until finally his balls began to churn.

“NEED TO… BREED… ASS… NRRGHHAAAAHHHHH!!!” Andrew let out the most animalistic roar of his life, the deep bass of his voice reverberating through the entire house as finally he busted a load. His fat dick practically flooded Mateo’s hole with how much cum his balls had produced. Shooting aggressive spurts that coated Mateo’s insides generously.

After a couple minutes of cooling down Andrew carefully extracted his softening cock from Mateo’s backside, allowing a pool of cum to spill out from the hole as he did. “Now that was some of the best sex of my fucking life… dudes have it soooo much fucking better.” He commented while giving Mateo’s butt a playful pat. “No wonder you guys always wanna fuck like rabbits.”

Mateo could hardly even respond. His asshole was throbbing from the pain of being stretched so wide by Andrew’s dick while his own cock was still hard as a rock and ready to blow any second!

Seeing this, Andrew leaned down and planted a few kisses along the back of Mateo’s neck. “Awww I’m sorry babe. I know I got a little carried away. I thought you were exaggerating when you said dicks have minds of their own but I could barely control this thing.” Andrew smacked his soft cock, slick with cum, against Mateo’s ass cheeks a few times. “I meant what I said though…” he continued as he got up from the couch and walked around until his soft yet still fat cock was right in front of Mateo’s eyes. “From now on I’m the one that gives dick and you’re the one that takes it. Got that?” He smacked Mateo’s face with his dick a few times in a display of his new manly dominance.

“B-but Andrew… your butt… it’s so big and juicy now. You’ve gotta… let me have a go at it.” Mateo whined between heavy breaths while Andrew continued to lather his face with cum.

Andrew glanced over his shoulder at his huge new bubble ass and shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose you’ve got a point. It would be a waste to not use this thing huh?” He agreed before turning around so that his fat muscle ass was right in Mateo’s face. “Fine. If you’re good and do everything daddy says then I might let you have a go at my ass from time to time.” He didn’t even give Mateo a chance to respond before grabbing the back of his head and pressing it between his colossal ass cheeks, smothering his newly submissive boyfriend between them. Moments later he heard a deep muffled moan come from Mateo as he finally blew a fat load.

“Well that was certainly a wonderful performance, you two.” The sound of Wavell’s voice made both Andrew and Mateo jump. Somehow they’d been completely oblivious to the man’s presence this whole time. How the hell could they have forgotten he was there. It was as if he’d been invisible to them somehow. Not only that but he now seemed to be tucking his dick away after seemingly soaking his own suit in a load of cum. “I have to thank you for the entertainment but it would seem I’ve got everything I need so…” He waved a hand and suddenly his clothes were clean again. “I shall bid you farewell.”

The warlock got up from his chair once again before outstretching a hand towards Andrew to which the man cautiously shook it. “I hope you enjoy your new life as a big dicked man. Judging by how you just dominated your boyfriend, I’d say you were born for it” he complimented. “And as for you Mateo, just do everything Andrew tells you to do. Before long your asshole will be begging for his dick. Trust me.” He patted the other man on the back. “And remember everything that happened here today stays between us.” Wavell’s eyes glinted that familiar violet. Andrew and Mateo didn’t question the man. Simply nodding and agreeing with him.

With that done, Wavell left the newly gay couple to clean themselves up so they could get back to sorting out their new lives. It was mainly Andrew who’d have to go through the headache of changing a bunch of legal documents and what not so Wavell decided to grant one last favour. With a snap of his fingers he did a tiny bit of reality bending that would take care of it all. It was the least he could do after his experiment was what had caused all this.

It wasn’t long before Wavell was on the streets again looking for his next subject. As he made his way towards the closet homonomb magic signature, Wavell skimmed over the notes he had for both the previous men.

Andrew Gardener (formerly Andrea Gardener). 28 years old. In a relationship with Mateo Ramos. Works an office job. Believes himself to be hardworking and considerate while also being a quiet person around others though his interview seemed to suggest otherwise. Prior to homo-bomb he was a heterosexual female who’d apparently been yearning to know what it felt like to be a man. This desire may have triggered some sort of abnormal reaction with the homo-bomb as instead of ignoring her, the homo-bomb transformed her completely into a tall muscular man with functional male genitals. Despite such an intense physical transformation, the subject doesn’t seem to be distressed or upset about it. Instead he seems to have adjusted to his new body rather quickly and seems eager to explore it and the benefits it may come with. He didn’t have much issue exploring a male orgasm once alone in the shower; however he was nervous to undergo sex for the first time as a man. Due to this I took it upon myself to bless him with all the knowledge and experience of gay sex he’d ever need while cranking up his sex drive. He naturally slipped into a more dominant role with his partner Mateo, partially due to his significantly above average penis and testicles. In conclusion Andrew is without a shadow of a doubt an anomaly. The homo-bomb was never intended to affect women whatsoever so the fact that it did shows that the spell itself still has lots of imperfections to smooth out. His aforementioned desire to become a man prior to the homobomb, even if just a fantasy, is likely a strong contributing factor to his change. That said, I’m pleased with the results. Not to mention the subject seems happier than ever now with his new body.

Mateo Ramos. 28 years old. In a relationship with Andrew Gardener. Works as a model and personal trainer. Believes himself to be confident, outspoken and driven to which I can’t attest. Unlike his now boyfriend, Mateo does not seem to be an anomaly. Prior to the homo-bomb he described himself as a heterosexual man but now he seems to be completely homosexual. The subject didn’t detail to me any other changes either mental or physical that would suggest he was affected in an abnormal way. Similar to his boyfriend however, he did feel some anxiety about having gay sex for the first time so I took the liberty of giving him knowledge and experience in gay intercourse also. With a quick amp to his libido as well, he and his boyfriend were all over each other. Once Andrew displayed a dominant nature and his larger penis, Mateo was quick and easy to accept a more submissive role in their sexual relationship. In conclusion I can confidently say Mateo has been affected by the homo-bomb in the correct intended way.

“Looks good to me.” Wavell muttered while walking up the steps to a different house, sensing another homo-bomb affected individual inside. “So… who have we got next?”

[hey-itsdollie]

Heyyyy I was literally binging your works they are soooo good. I hope you enjoy writing these as much as I enjoy reading them.🤭 I wanted to request the blue lock guys (specifically Shidou karasu nagi but anyone else is fine) reacting to you putting on pheromone perfume and what they would do. It was a tik tok trend that women were doing. Here’s one example link. Basically it makes your partner more attracted to you and like 🤗 yk. I’d love it if you did that. Hope you have a great day/night and please don’t go bald. 😏

You smell so good

‧₊˚ ┊ In which you use pheromone perfume on your bf

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » shidou. karasu. nagi.

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ fluff, might be a lil suggestive, fem reader, established relationship, pheromone perfume, aged up!

── .✦ Ryusei Shidou

You sat in the car, waiting for your boyfriend to come back from grabbing something from the store. You put your new perfume onto your wrists and neck, before placing the small bottle in your purse.

Shidou got into the car, his mind firstly on the bag of snacks he just bought. But then he sniffed the air, turning to you like a bloodhound that just picked up a scent. “So what snacks did you get?” You ask, acting as if everything was normal.

Shidou grabbed your wrist and brought it up to his nose, taking a large whiff. You laughed pulling your arm back, only to get it tugged back by him.

“What’s this?” He questioned his eyes looking at you with a sharp gaze. “Huh? Oh, it’s a new perfume I got.” You answered with a smile. Gasping softly as he suddenly leaned towards your neck and took another long whiff.

“You smell delicious…” He murmured his hands now placed on your neck and thigh. You gulped blushing from the current position in the car–not to mention your windows were not tinted.

“Ryusei… come on…” You muttered embarrassed, but your boyfriend just huffed and left kisses up your neck all the way behind your ear.

“Right we should get home… you just smell so good doll.”

── .✦ Tabito Karasu

You were busy cooking dinner when your boyfriend, Karasu, had just gotten home from the gym. His body easily maneuvered through the apartment and got to where you were in the kitchen.

His arms slinked around your waist as he pulled you back against him. You smiled tilting your head back to glance at him. “Tabito, you're all sweaty!” You whined laughing as your boyfriend ground and leaned his head down against your shoulder.

Catching the scent of the pheromone perfume you were currently wearing. “Tabito?” You repeat once he froze, “Well that’s new…” He muttered as he smelled your neck.

“Is this a new perfume?” He questioned not leaving your neck as you laughed. “Yes, Tabito. Remember that perfume I bought the other night?” Karasu couldn’t even think straight as he just hummed and began leaving soft bites against your skin.

You hummed and leaned your head back, taking the chance Karasu was quick to leave love bites along your throat. Feeling your heart beat each time his lips touched your neck.

“You smell so good… fuck…”

You hummed, reaching back to run your fingers through his hair, only earning more soft groans from him. “Hey, you’re still sweaty, go get washed up. I’m trying to make dinner.” You groan planning on pushing him away but Karasu had other plans. His large hands gripped your hips and pulled you against him once more, “Just a lil longer, darlin…”

── .✦ Seishiro Nagi

You wandered into your boyfriend’s gaming room, a room he had for himself in your shared apartment. You walked over to him and crawled onto his lap, straddling his lap as a small whine left him as he tried to keep his focus on the game.

This sort of situation was quite normal for the two of you, the both of you being clingy and it mixed perfectly. Whether it was when he was gaming or you were reading one of you always had your arms around the other.

The only difference right now was that you decided to try some pheromone perfume. After taking notice that it seemed to actually work on boyfriends.

So as you laid on your boyfriend you noticed he had taken notice of your new scent.

His head dipping down to smell your neck a couple times before he gave up on his game and placed the controller down. His hands went to your hips, wrapping his arms fully around you.

“You smell good… what is that…” He muttered as he dipped his head back down into your nape. You giggled and pulled back, earning a whine from him as he gazed up at you with a warm fuzzy look.

“Sei what’s gotten into you? You like my new perfume that much?” You question watching his head loll to the side, almost in a trance before burying his face into your cleavage. You blushed as your boyfriend nuzzled into your breasts. His grip on you tight as he let out soft murmurs. “Oh Sei…” You let out and laughed running your fingers through his fluffy hair.

©hey-itsdollie please don't copy, change, or steal my work. Thank you!

[seitmai]

Many thoughts

And if it wasn't okay, he’d take care of it or do his best to cheer you up.

That's the spirit!

The smile on your face nearly knocked the breath from his lungs. He had it bad and he swore he fell for you more with each day that passed. He tried not to follow you around the tower like a lovesick puppy, but he often found himself in the same area as you so he could talk to you or ask you to spar as a desperate excuse to touch you. Whenever he pinned you beneath him, he had to rush back to his room and jerk off as images of your face and echoes of your sighs and gasps raced through his mind.

Someone has a crush 🤭

“I’m fine. Just… distracted,” he answered, almost wishing he was a little injured so you'd dote on him some more.

He would love nothing more than her being the person that nurses him back to health, damit serum! 😅

“Smooth,” Ava said once you were out of sight. “You know, I’m the one who can phase through walls, not you.” “Don’t blame Barnes. She looked good in her dress,” Yelena said with a knowing smirk when Bucky snarled. “Perhaps she will wear it again if you ask nicely.” “Shut up,” he muttered, but he had a goofy smile on his face since the feel of your lips lingered on his skin. The girls would never let him live it down, and he wondered if his crush on you was obvious to you or if he hid it well enough.

Haha of course the girls clock it instantly and make fun of his antics, as it should be 😅

He chuckled when you pouted. It was fucking adorable. “Wasn't ditching you,” he promised. He’d never do that. “Just needed some fresh air.” “So, it’s okay if I'm here, too?” “Of course.” He wanted to be where you were.

If he was really honest its probably is his dream like that 🤭

Bucky nodded and hoped he wasn't dreaming. Asking to touch him showed how thoughtful you were. “Yeah, sure,” he said evenly.

He is pinching himself just to make sure

You placed a hand on his upper thigh and gently squeezed. Heat curled at the base of his spine from your touch and he tried not to get excited. He couldn't get hard, not here, not now. He focused on the white hot anger that flowed through him instead since John touched you just as intimately.

Oh this is gonna be hard (in more than one way)

You moved your hand away and he was two seconds away from taking your hand to put it back there. “I bent one of his fingers back before I came up here,” you told him, making him proud. “I think Bob may have filmed it.”

Haaha I live that Bob filmed it lol

“That’s my girl,” he said before he could stop himself. His eyes widened when you turned your head and held his stare. “I mean…”

Freudian slip👀🤭

“I told her I already had a date,” you replied and pointed at his chest. “You.” The words slowly registered. “So, Valentina not only expects me to be there, but she thinks we're going to be there together?” he asked, gesturing between the two of you. “The two of us.” You shifted in your seat. He hardly ever saw you uncomfortable. “Yes, the two of us, and I'm sorry,” you said.

Probably the only time he is happy to go to one of these events 🤭

Bucky wasn't sorry. Not at all. “Wow,” he breathed. He had pictured himself asking you out so many times and should've done it long ago, but he hadn't imagined a fake dating scenario with you asking him. Is that what it was?

His scenario that he imagined to fall asleep finally becoming reality?!

“No, I’m not mad at you. Not at all,” he promised, exhaling before he moved his hand to your cheek. He felt the temperature rise in your body, heard your heart beat faster. “But why me? Why not Bob or…” He almost choked when he asked, “John?” “Because I want you, Bucky,” you said without hesitation. “No one else.”

Well let's hope that was clear enough now 🤭

You lifted a hand to brush his hair back. “Would I be pushing it if I said I don't want it to be fake?” He briefly closed his eyes, as if it could hide his longing. The simple question rocked him. “Don't ask me that if you don't mean it,” he whispered. You leaned in and rested your hand against his. “I mean it. I want you,” you whispered, your lips a breath away from his. You wouldn't play with his feelings or heart. “I want the man who talks with me, spars with me.” You kissed the tip of his nose. “Walks into walls because of me.”

Awww 🥰

“I know, but I want a real date with my girl before the benefit,” he smiled, his lips skimming yours. “Been wanting to ask you out for ages.” “Yeah?” you smiled back. “And it took me arranging a fake date to give you that push?”

🤭🤭🤭

“You're the one who should come with a warning,” you teased, still not kissing him quite yet. “Those tactical pants make your thighs and ass look incredible. And your t-shirts? I swear you wear them on purpose to see if I fall over.”

Valid

“Um,” Bob said from behind you two. Bucky hadn't paid attention to his footsteps since he was so consumed with you. Instead of pulling away from each other, you continued kissing as if you hadn't heard him. “Okay. Guess you two aren't coming back to game night. I’ll tell Yelena and Ava not to bother you,” he added before leaving you two alone.

“I walked into a wall because of you,” he pointed out. “I touch myself because of you,” you blurted out.

Ahaha poor Bob 😂

Leave You Breathless

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Thunderbolts!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to ask you out and you give him the courage to do so in an unexpected way.

Word Count: Over 2.4k

Warnings: Longing, pining, mild humor, fake dating mention (of sorts), kissing, referenced masturbation, confessions, getting together, slight possessive and jealous behaviour, Bucky's POV, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) and he's smitten.

A/N: Waiting at the airport and whipped this up. What is it with me and game nights? 😂 Not part of Tower Shenanigans, but it has that feel of sorts. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky nursed a beer as he sat on the roof and looked at the stars. He was taking a small breather from the impromptu game night after Alexei spilled his drink all over the table. He should've asked you to join him, but you had stepped away to take a call with an annoyed look on your face. Whoever it was that was bothering you he hoped everything was okay.

And if it wasn't okay, he’d take care of it or do his best to cheer you up.

His lips curled in a gentle smile when he heard your footsteps behind him. “One of these days you might be able to sneak up on me,” he said, twisting his head so he could look at you.

The smile on your face nearly knocked the breath from his lungs. He had it bad and he swore he fell for you more with each day that passed. He tried not to follow you around the tower like a lovesick puppy, but he often found himself in the same area as you so he could talk to you or ask you to spar as a desperate excuse to touch you. Whenever he pinned you beneath him, he had to rush back to his room and jerk off as images of your face and echoes of your sighs and gasps raced through his mind.

While he tried not to stare at you either, he always had his eyes on you whenever you were around. That morning he had been so busy staring at you that he poured too much coffee into his mug and burned his hand, which you thankfully hadn't seen. And there was that time he walked right into a wall when you wore a form fitting dress for an event Valentina demanded you attend.

“Bucky! Are you okay?” you had asked, rushing over to check on him. When you cupped his face to look over his face with worried eyes, he nearly melted on the spot.

“I’m fine. Just… distracted,” he answered, almost wishing he was a little injured so you'd dote on him some more.

“Well, let me kiss it better anyway,” you said, surprising him by kissing his nose and spreading warmth up to his cheeks.

“Thanks.” He swallowed hard. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Thanks,” you whispered back and walked away, leaving him to stare after you as you glided away with confidence and grace.

“Smooth,” Ava said once you were out of sight. “You know, I’m the one who can phase through walls, not you.”

“Don’t blame Barnes. She looked good in her dress,” Yelena said with a knowing smirk when Bucky snarled. “Perhaps she will wear it again if you ask nicely.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, but he had a goofy smile on his face since the feel of your lips lingered on his skin.

The girls would never let him live it down, and he wondered if his crush on you was obvious to you or if he hid it well enough.

Whatever level was beyond whipped was where he was.

Back in the present, you playfully groaned when you took a seat beside him. “You have enhanced senses. I’ll never be able to sneak up on you.”

Bucky turned toward you, watching as you tilted your head and gazed up at the sky. The night seemed more beautiful because of your presence. “You never know,” he said. You had stealth and agility, and you gave him a run for his money in training.

Your eyes sparkled when you turned your gaze on him, the mixture of your subtle perfume and natural scent making him breathe a bit deeper. “Your faith in me is astounding,” you teased, nudging his arm. He’d always believe in you. “But why did you ditch me down there?”

He chuckled when you pouted. It was fucking adorable. “Wasn't ditching you,” he promised. He’d never do that. “Just needed some fresh air.”

“So, it’s okay if I'm here, too?”

“Of course.” He wanted to be where you were.

You smiled, your knee touching his. “I asked where you went and John put his hand on my thigh when he said you were up here.”

It was as if someone shined a red light in front of Bucky’s eyes from the sudden rage he felt. “He what?” he asked, gripping the bottle tighter and feeling it crack under the pressure.

“He put his hand on my thigh,” you repeated, making him clench his teeth. He set the bottle down, too, so he wouldn't shatter it. “Like… Wait, can I demonstrate?”

Bucky nodded and hoped he wasn't dreaming. Asking to touch him showed how thoughtful you were. “Yeah, sure,” he said evenly.

You placed a hand on his upper thigh and gently squeezed. Heat curled at the base of his spine from your touch and he tried not to get excited. He couldn't get hard, not here, not now. He focused on the white hot anger that flowed through him instead since John touched you just as intimately.

Would breaking his fingers be too much?

You moved your hand away and he was two seconds away from taking your hand to put it back there. “I bent one of his fingers back before I came up here,” you told him, making him proud. “I think Bob may have filmed it.”

“That’s my girl,” he said before he could stop himself. His eyes widened when you turned your head and held his stare. “I mean…”

There was no excuse that came to mind for why he said that. All he had to do was confess how he felt. It should've been simple. He was reformed, a super soldier, a hero, and surely he could open his heart to you. So why wouldn't the words come out?

Why couldn't he say that he wanted you to be his girl?

“About that…” You took a breath and scooted away a few inches which had him internally panicking. Did his comment bother you? “What if I sort of told someone that I am your girl?”

His cheek twitched. “I’m sorry, what?” he asked. Did you really tell someone that?

And why did he respond that way instead of playing it cool?

“You know that call I took a bit ago? Well, it was Valentina,” you said, taking another deep breath. He didn't like where this was going. “She wants me to go to a benefit this weekend, and she was hoping I would schmooze a recently divorced potential investor,” you explained, wrinkling your nose and shuddering.

Bucky stomach dropped. You were beautiful and charming, so it wasn’t a shock that Valentina wanted to use you for her advantage. It made his blood boil. First John touching you, and now this. “What does that have to do with being my girl?” he questioned, not connecting the dots.

“I told her I already had a date,” you replied and pointed at his chest. “You.”

Bucky had enhanced hearing, but he couldn't have heard that statement correctly. “You what?”

You bit your lip and risked moving closer again. “I told her you were going as my date.”

The words slowly registered. “So, Valentina not only expects me to be there, but she thinks we're going to be there together?” he asked, gesturing between the two of you. “The two of us.”

You shifted in your seat. He hardly ever saw you uncomfortable. “Yes, the two of us, and I'm sorry,” you said.

Bucky wasn't sorry. Not at all. “Wow,” he breathed. He had pictured himself asking you out so many times and should've done it long ago, but he hadn't imagined a fake dating scenario with you asking him. Is that what it was?

“Bucky, I really am so sorry. I should've asked before I said anything to her,” you said, putting a hand over his before pulling it away just as quickly. “I understand if you don't want to.”

He shrugged like it wasn't a big deal..“It’s okay. I want to go.” He didn’t stay at benefits for long since kissing up to people wasn't his thing and he couldn't stand Valentina, but he’d put up with all of it to be by your side.

“It is? You do?” you asked, your teeth digging into your lip again and drawing his attention to your perfect mouth. “You’ll go?”

“It is, I do, and I will.” He hesitated, but mustered up the courage to put his hand over yours this time. He’d do anything for you. “Really. It’s okay.”

If Valentina had put him in a spot like that, he may have done something similar.

You looked where your hands were joined together and smiled softly. “And you aren't mad at me?”

“No, I’m not mad at you. Not at all,” he promised, exhaling before he moved his hand to your cheek. He felt the temperature rise in your body, heard your heart beat faster. “But why me? Why not Bob or…” He almost choked when he asked, “John?”

“Because I want you, Bucky,” you said without hesitation. “No one else.”

Bucky’s next breath came out harsher than he intended. You didn't say you wanted to date him- you said you wanted him, and he wanted you to want him in every way. “You really want me to be your fake date out of everyone else?” he asked, the word “fake” like acid on his tongue.

You lifted a hand to brush his hair back. “Would I be pushing it if I said I don't want it to be fake?”

He briefly closed his eyes, as if it could hide his longing. The simple question rocked him. “Don't ask me that if you don't mean it,” he whispered.

You leaned in and rested your hand against his. “I mean it. I want you,” you whispered, your lips a breath away from his. You wouldn't play with his feelings or heart. “I want the man who talks with me, spars with me.” You kissed the tip of his nose. “Walks into walls because of me.”

“Sweetheart,” he exhaled, the term of affection easily slipping out.

“I don't want it to be fake, Bucky,” you said, wrapping yourself tighter around his heart than he thought possible. “And I don't think you do either.”

He curled a hand around your hip to draw you closer on the bench. “No, I don't. I don't want to pretend,” he confirmed, kissing the tip of your nose the way you had kissed his. “So, why don't I take you out tomorrow?” he asked, finally asking the question that had been burning in the back of his throat for ages.

He felt your next breath when you tilted your head. “Tomorrow? The benefit isn't until this weekend.”

“I know, but I want a real date with my girl before the benefit,” he smiled, his lips skimming yours. “Been wanting to ask you out for ages.”

“Yeah?” you smiled back. “And it took me arranging a fake date to give you that push?”

“Give me a break. I’m an old man,” he joked.

You smirked, a seductive and dangerous glint in your eyes. “Should I wear that dress tomorrow, or will it give you a heart attack since you're an old man?”

He let out a groan. “I think that dress should come with a warning.” He had already jerked off to the thought of you wearing nothing beneath that gorgeous dress and he would think about that again when he finally went to sleep tonight.

“You're the one who should come with a warning,” you teased, still not kissing him quite yet. “Those tactical pants make your thighs and ass look incredible. And your t-shirts? I swear you wear them on purpose to see if I fall over.”

“I walked into a wall because of you,” he pointed out.

“I touch myself because of you,” you blurted out.

He wasn't sure if he closed the gap or if you did, but his lips were suddenly on yours and everything finally felt right. He wanted to devour you, but he slowly let the heat build before deepening the kiss. When your lips parted, he took the opportunity to sweep his tongue into your mouth and worship it the way he wanted to worship every inch of you. He wasn't going to rush or ruin this perfect moment. Not when he finally had you in his embrace, where he wanted you to belong.

He savored the moan that vibrated on his tongue and swallowed it down to keep it buried deep inside him. When you pulled away to breathe, he didn't let you get far before he went back in for another kiss. The world around you didn't slow down or rush by. It was simply a perfect moment that reverberated through his entire being.

Bucky framed your face when you pulled away again, your gentle panting making him smirk. “I touch myself because of you, too,” he said, chuckling and covering your mouth again when you let out a wanton moan. If he wasn't careful he’d have in his lap and he didn't want to rush that either, unless you wanted to. “And I might break Walker’s fingers for touching you,” he growled.

He worried for a second that it was a bit too much, too possessive. But he heard the whimper in your throat and knew you liked it. “Maybe break one to start with since we weren't officially together.”

“Fine,” he huffed. You were right. You weren't technically together earlier tonight, so he couldn't hold it completely against him. “But he isn't touching your thigh again, sweetheart. You're my girl now.”

“About time,” you sighed, bringing your lips back to his.

“Um,” Bob said from behind you two. Bucky hadn't paid attention to his footsteps since he was so consumed with you. Instead of pulling away from each other, you continued kissing as if you hadn't heard him. “Okay. Guess you two aren't coming back to game night. I’ll tell Yelena and Ava not to bother you,” he added before leaving you two alone.

Bucky would have to plan the perfect date for tomorrow and deal with the team teasing and asking questions. Tonight, he’d leave you breathless with kisses and then kiss you again. And he’ll kiss you every day after that because you were finally his girl. 

I guess we can consider this the end of my vacation and my welcome back of sorts agree the week? I missed you lovelies. 🥰 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Hey so loved your previous fics, they were cute and some funny but also adorable 🥹❤️😅

Could you write where Pedro is dating, reader/single mum of 2 kids ( you can use either 2 boys or 2 girls or either 1 boy and 1 girl. I'll let you choose. You can choose their age also). Anyways, can it be where he meets them for the first time, but both pedro and their mum doesn't know they are a fans of him. They ask him questions after questions, and by the end their mum thinks pedro won't want to see them again until one day on his break from set, he shows up and he invites them to set ( you can choose from one of his projects ), he introduces them to everyone. After they all head home and have a movie night ( one of pedro's movies or tv series to watch ) with snacks. And maybe end it with pedro having a sleepover, and both pedro and reader/mum have talks until they fall asleep.

You can choose how you want to play this out, I love a surprise 🤭

I hope that made sense. I just think it's cute for reading fics like that 🫶🏼❤️😇 thank you so much 😘 I really appreciate it

The first impressions

The first impression with your two kids go quite well, but you are still left with doubts. It all vanishes when Pedro shows up and takes you all to the set of Fantastic Four, and after the kids fall asleep on your couch, leaving you and Pedro with your thoughts. Pairing: Pedro Pascal x mom!reader Warnings: established relationship, first impressions, quiet doubts, slight insecurity, Pedro being a sweetheart, basically just pure fluff Word count: 1.3k A/N: This is definitely not my best work, and I'm not proud of it, but I hope you'll like it anyway!

You have been dating Pedro for months now. After your ex-husband left you years ago with your three-year-old son and your daughter on the way, and chose one of his co-workers instead, you felt like you could never trust any man again. That was until Pedro held the library door open for you, and you fell into a deep conversation.

He was the perfect man inside and out. He was a real sweetheart with the most beautiful smile in the world, and he was also intelligent. When you asked anything, he almost answered to every one of them, impressing you every time.

You started truthfully; you didn’t want to lie to him. You told him about your nine-year-old son and you six-year-old daughter, and he received it with quiet interest. He started asking about them, what they were like, what was their hobby, and you couldn’t be more amazed by his reaction.

So, now, months later you agreed on the first meeting with them. You called him to your house, not wanting your kids to feel uncomfortable through this whole moment. The only thing they knew was that his name was Pedro and you had been dating him. Nothing more, nothing less.

The doorbell rang in the afternoon, and you rushed to the door while the kids were helping you placing out snacks in the living room. You opened the door, and your eyes immediately fell on Pedro. He was dressed in light jeans and an olive-green button-up. He looked just as handsome as ever.

“Hey,” he greeted you, and stepped forward to give you a sweet kiss. He was holding two wrapped gifts, and you looked at him questioningly. He just shrugged, but the smile on his face was talking instead of his mouth.

“Hey, you are a bit overdressed, no?” you asked, standing in the doorway in a worn t-shirt and your favourite shorts.

“I wanted to make sure they like me.”

“Ah, you’re so sweet,” you pulled him inside. You looked at him with a look that made sure that he was ready for this, and when he nodded, you called out, your voice carrying across the house. The two kids appeared in the doorway in the speed of a rocket, but when their eyes fell on Pedro they stopped in their tracks.

“Oh my God,” Liam blurted out, and your daughter followed just behind him. Your nervous smile fell a little, just as Pedro’s and you looked at each other scared. But there was nothing to be scared about, and you knew it the moment they stepped forward, and started firing questions at Pedro.

“Did you really meet Grogu?”

“Is Oscar Isaac really your friend?”

“Were you scared doing stunts?”

“Were you afraid of those clickers?”

Pedro was standing beside you, unmoving, his eyes darting back and forth at every question, he was overwhelmed, and you realized it pretty quickly, putting an end to the questions with a soft warning.

“Hey, little ones, let’s not bomb him with so many questions at once, alright? One at a time,” Pedro’s expression became more relaxed, and he looked at you gratefully, tilting his head forward.

“I guess I don’t have to introduce myself then,” the kids shook their head excitedly, and Pedro let out a soft chuckle. He crouched down to the level of them, and with the softest voice of his he started answering them one by one.

By the end of the night both kids were out of questions, and you walked Pedro out of the house and to his car. You were afraid that maybe tonight was too much for him, that maybe he thought it through and realized that he didn’t want this. He was standing in front of you now.

“I’m sorry if that was a bit overwhelming. I know they can be a bit too much sometimes but… They are usually not like this,” your voice was a bit strained, but Pedro just stepped forward and gave you the softest goodbye kiss.

“We’ll talk soon.”

Those were his last words before he drove away.

You didn’t talk with him for days now. You were always trying to reach out, but you were too afraid of his reaction, so you backed out every time. That was until a knock came on your door on a normal Tuesday morning. You took out the whole day, wanting to rest a little, so when you opened the door, and saw Pedro standing there, you felt like your brain just short circuited.

“Pedro,” your voice was low, shocked.

“Hey, hermosa. Uhm… Are the kids at home?”

“Yes?”

“Amazing,” his face lighted up like a Christmas tree, and you stepped to the side to let him in. The two kids appeared beside you, excited to see who was behind the door, and when they saw Pedro, they nearly knocked him over.

After the tight hug, he stepped back and held out three set visitor passes. You looked at him, completely oblivious of his intentions, but the kids beside you were already bouncing on their feet.

“So, are you ready to meet the Fantastic Four?” the scream that ripped through the house was a new sound, your son hugging Pedro tightly. You were surprised how safe your kids felt around Pedro after just one meet, but you felt your heart flying in the clouds by the little fact.

And that was how your whole day went.

You arrived on set, met Vanessa, Joseph and Ebon after a quick talk. Liam got to try a stunt harness and Sophie was running around greeting everyone that was on the same room with her. You watched as Pedro acted in full costume, and your kids were staring in awe like he was God himself, and you were just thinking about how lucky you are.

The kids were full of energy when you got home with them and Pedro, so they were demanding to watch one of his movies. You were preparing the snacks and drinks, and you heard your kids talking with him in the living room. Bringing in the popcorn and the orange juices, and placing them on the coffee table, you looked at Liam and Sophie.

“So, what should we watch?”

“Let’s watch that one movie of his that you didn’t allow us to see,” Liam immediately answered, and Pedro looked at you with his eyebrows raised and a boyish smirk playing on his face.

“Which movie, hermosa?” you already parted your mouth to answer, but your daughter cut you off.

“That one which is…” she was hesitating but continued anyway. “What’s it called? Something starting with Strange,” Pedro’s eyes widened, and he looked at you.

“Yeah, you… Uhm…” he cleared his throat, clearly a bit uncomfortable in his seat. “You’re a bit young for that,” the kids let out a protesting sound, but you and Pedro stopped them.

In the end, you were laying on the couch with the Mandalorian playing on the TV. Sophie was curled into Pedro’s side, her head resting on his chest, and Liam was resting his head against his shoulder. They were dozing off, and you weren’t really watching as Din Djarin was flying with Grogu on the screen because you were more invested in the scene in front of you.

Pedro’s eyes found yours, and a slow smile crept on his face. He looked back down to the kids, and you were in complete awe by the way he was so caring with them.

“You know,” you lifted your head as he started. “I never really wanted to be a dad, never really longed for having children but now? I think I would do anything for these two troublemakers,” your eyes were clouded by the unshed tears, and if you had any doubt about him not wanting this, it all vanished with his words. “Can I bring them to the cinema with me tomorrow?”

“You are definitely going to spoil them,” he was grinning sheepishly, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“I think that’s why I’m here.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Yes, but you love them. And you love me.”

And these were the facts that you couldn’t argue with even if you tried.

[bokettochild]

Okay, quick question:

Why does Legend have violet/purple eyes in your Stories? Like idk it’s my hc now too because I’ve read it so often but where does it come from?

Oh boy, I know I've answered this one a few times, but I don't blame anyone for asking again LOL

It was sort of impulse? Mostly? I remember when I was writing my first fic, I actually sat down and tried to decide what color eyes everyone would have, because eyes are incredibly important to me in my art, be it writing or sketches, and a character always feels incomplete until I can visualize them somehow while working with them.

Anyways, I don't know precisely why I chose violet for Legend, maybe because I have this character (Thane) who I wrote with violet eyes and I thought it would be a fun trait to give to someone, and so I gave it to a random Link who wasn't my current favorite (at that time, I was a huge Wild stan). It became really key to me though because, thematically, it suits him; it plays with various sorts of imagery and symbolism that make my fangirl heart scream in joy!

His eyes are the color of Fi's hilt, while Sky's are the color of her blade. His eyes are the color of a night sky, the place where stars stay, a place of peace in darkness. In my mind, I can see Hyrule as a kingdom regarding their royal family like the sun; a brightness and light that brings life. But Legend, the hero, is the light in the darkness, a star himself, who reminds them that there's hope even when the sun can't be seen. And, well, the sun is just the star closest to us, so he's a sun himself, in a way, just a distant one :)

Additionally, this works as a nice contrast to Ravio! Where Ravio has green eyes, black hair, and wears purple, Legend in my HC would have purple eyes, golden hair, and wear green, so they appear more as a reversed version of each other, just as Fable's blue eyes are a reverse to Hilda's red. (Which also means that, between the four of them, they have red, blue, green and violet! Kind of like Four!)

I also just like how it breaks up the sea of blue eyed boys. like, Hyrule is hazel to me, and Four has grey that change depending on his mood/mentality, and Wind is a ocean blue so they're almost green at times, but Legend's the only one with purple. Which means that he himself also has a blue, green, red, and purple color scheme, between his clothes and his eyes, which, in my early fics, made for another fun similarity to Four (I like tying them together, thematically)

Last of all? It's just pretty. Like, our boy changes his hair all the time, like a girl changes clothes (if you will), but purple eyes? Those go with anything! The black he had during OoX, the red, green, blue (whichever you like, or all if you prefer) of TFH, the typical blonde, or even his traditional pink! they soften his appearance some as well and give him a unique look and feature amid a sea of look-alike-links!

So yeah, there's a lot of "reasons" which mostly boil down to the fact that I thought it'd be fun and then I made it important because It Just Worked

And it's stuck with me! and some other writers have even started doing it too! Granted, I see a lot of brown eyed Legend, green eyed, and of course, the traditional blue, but it makes me smile when I see Violet in anyone's work, because while I'm not saying I've definitely impacted the perception of him by the fandom, I am saying it's nice to think of it like I have, and imagine that in some way, I got to be part of crafting a really cool character, even if it's just through a color contribution :)

[r66dusthewriter]

Hello! Could you write something about a reader from Rio Grande do Sul and Daryl? He calls her a cowgirl because she wears a traditionalist hat and boots.

thanks!

Lessons in riding.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader.

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A/n: Did some research, i hope it lives up to your expectationc love!

Genre: suggestive fluff

Warnings: suggestive word play

Era: Season 2

Word count: 0.8k

The sun had barely dipped below the horizon, casting golden light over the Greene farm. You leaned against the fence near the barn, one boot propped up, hands tucked into your belt as you watched the horses graze lazily. Your bombacha pants were dusty from walking the fields, and your lenço was tied tight around your neck, but it was the chapeu tradicionalista, wide-brimmed, worn and proudly yours that drew attention more than anything else.

"Thought we had enough cowboys 'round here," a low voice drawled from behind you. You turned, unsurprised to find Daryl standing there, crossbow slung over his shoulder, eyes flicking from your boots to your hat. "Didn't know we were recruitin' from Brazil."

You smirked, already used to his half-teasing, half-curious tone. "I'm not a cowgirl, Dixon. I’m a gaúcha…different things.”

"Uh huh." He stepped closer, peering at the hat with an amused squint. "So wha's tha’ make ya? Pampas princess?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Do I look like a princess to you?"

He gave a half-shrug. “Definitely ain’t seen none carry knives like tha’.”

You tilted your head. "Don’t forget I shoot, too."

His lip twitched and for Daryl, that was practically a full grin. “I noticed.” He leaned against the fence beside you, shoulder brushing yours briefly. “Ya ever ride?”

“I was ridin’ before I could walk,” you said proudly, eyes flicking to the horse pen. “My grandfather had a farm… taught me how to lasso cattle and dance chula before I learned long division.”

Daryl let out a rare, quiet chuckle you loved. “Dance wha’ now?”

“Chula. You jump over sticks to the beat. It’s a southern Brazil thing.”

“Mmm…fancy footwork ’n dangerous weapons, sounds just like ya.”

You turned to face him fully, hand on your hip. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothin’ bad.” His eyes held yours for a moment too long. “Just sayin’ ya handle yerself. Ain’t many ‘round here tha’ do.”

There was a soft moment of silence between you filled by the distant sound of Carl laughing by the house, accompanied by a breeze lifting the corner of your shirt. Daryl cleared his throat, looking back out over the fields.

"Still don’t get the hat, though," he muttered. "Ain’t it hot wearin’ tha’ all day?"

You took the hat off and twirled it in your hand. “It’s tradition. Back home, if you wear boots and a hat, people know you’re proud of where you come from.”

Daryl was quiet for a second and then, softly… “Ya miss it?”

You blinked. He rarely asked questions like that. “Every day,” you admitted. “The food, the music, the way we’d sit around the fire and drink chimarrão…even the rain.”

“I miss the woods,” he said. “Back home. Me and Merle used to hunt squirrels with slingshots. Dumb stuff. But it's home.”

You gave him a knowing look. “This place starting to feel like home to you?”

He didn’t answer right away. “When’s quiet. When people ain’t screamin’ or fightin’….’n when I get t’ sit next t’ you and talk ‘bout nothin’.” He nodded to himself “Yeah. Kinda does.”

Your heart skipped just a little. Daryl looked away, ears a touch pink. You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face.

“Well then,” you said, gently bumping his arm, “guess we’ll both just have to bring a little piece of home with us.”

He glanced back at you. “Guess that explains them cowgirl boots.”

You laughed. “Gaúcha boots, Daryl.”

“Righ’. Gaúcha.” He nodded, dead serious now. “Gotta get my words right. Can’t be insultin’ no Brazilian cowgirl.”

You leaned in just enough to tease. “Mhm, you’d be smart not to.”

He leaned back, eyes crinkling slightly. “Ain’t tha’ smart.”

“Noticed,” you shot back, playful.

“Watch it” He crossed his arms, mock affronted.

You tipped your hat back on and started toward the house with a sly smile. “C’mon, Dixon. I’ll show you how to clean a saddle the right way. Might even let you sit in it if you promise not to fall off again”

He followed close, the crunch of his boots in the dirt steady behind you. “Pfff I don’t fall easy,” he muttered.

You threw a wink over your shoulder. “Good. You’re gonna need stamina if you ever wanna get a ride from a real cowgirl.”

Daryl stumbled for half a second before catching himself, his ears immediately turning red. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath but he couldn’t stop the crooked grin spreading across his face.

You just kept walking, hips swaying with casual confidence, calling back over your shoulder: “Don’t worry, Dixon. I’ll go easy on you… the first time.”

Behind you, he groaned, muttering under his breath. “Damn crazy South Americans.”

But he followed and the smile on his face didn’t leave even after the sun dipped below the horizon.

[kellykadesperate]

how about 84 for the prompt thingy? 😊

“Do you really think I hate you that much?”

Robert has a bloody nose. Aaron has tissue from the Woolpack gents and he stands in the pub garden ready to hand it over when Robert looks up at him with this confused bewildered expression on his face.

“The last thing I need is your pity.” Robert spits the words out.

Aaron can’t help but think that he deserves them. He sat and watched Robert square up to three lads in the pub who were after trouble. He didn’t intervene. He didn’t do or say anything until Robert was on the floor and it felt like the world was slowly ending. 

There’s a difference between knowing Robert has been hurt, seeing the aftermath all over his face and then actually witnessing it.

Robert looks down at Aaron’s knuckles. They’re bloody. Aaron tries to hide them a little. Aaron threw his weight around a little after Robert wandered off, he punched out until the lads were being chucked out anyway. John will be all over the injury, he just knows it.

“It’s not pity.” Aaron decides to say.

“Guilt then.” Robert says. He just says it. 

Aaron hasn’t seen this Robert for years. The bitter and angry Robert. The one who will say anything to get people to bite back. 

“Guilt ‘cause the last time I was beaten up, it was when I was sent back inside. You know, when you called the police on me.”

Aaron bites at his lip to stop from crying.

“Did you hope I wouldn’t make it?” 

Aaron feels the earth sort of shift on its axis. There’s many things he can live with that he’s done, that people will think about him but the idea that Robert thinks he would rather he was dead isn’t one of them.

Aaron storms forward in the beer garden, he smashes as glass in his haste and Robert’s shoulders lift in surprise.

“Don’t you ever fucking say that again.” Aaron screams right in Robert’s face. He can’t help it. He feels this rage just boil up inside him and it takes over everything else that he could ever possibly be thinking about.

For a second he isn’t married. He isn’t someone else’s at all.

This is Robert questioning him, doubting him. He doesn’t do that. Aaron’s the one who always did.

Not Robert and not like this.

“You don’t get to say that.” Aaron’s still shouting but he comes back to himself a little when Robert can’t look at him anymore. 

“It’d be easier for you.” Robert says quietly. 

Aaron can’t think of anything worse that could happen to him. Absolutely nothing springs to mind and it’s dark and scary but so true it feels terrifying. 

“Do you really think I hate you that much?” Aaron says, and it’s a question he really needs answering right now. 

Robert still won’t look at him.

“If you – if you didn’t make it, if something had happened to you, it would have finished me off n’all.” Aaron says. He isn’t gentle or kind. He’s blunt and to the point and Robert finally looks up at him. 

Robert’s mouth is half open. His eyes flicker and his eyebrow arches up just slightly like he didn’t expect to hear that. 

They’ve never been too good at acknowledging how deep all this really goes.

“Remember what I said when I found you in the garage that night.” Aaron doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing, why he’s deciding to be so honest but he has this sixth sense with Robert some times. He knows when Robert needs to be told to do one, when he needs to be told that he’s amazing, or a prat, or the love of Aaron’s –

“How I feel about you. It’s scary.” Aaron whispers the words like they’re a secret. 

He supposes it is.

Robert wipes at his nose all pathetically. He doesn’t say anything for a second.

“You shouldn’t be saying stuff like that to me.” Robert says, for both their sakes.

Aaron takes this big intake of breath, feels like he’s being told off. 

“You started it, talking shit.” Aaron says. “I just needed you, out of sight.”

“Out of mind.” Robert says.

“If only.” Aaron says, and he slips up. Again. 

Robert doesn’t punish him for it. In some ways, it makes it worse.

“I don’t hate you.” Aaron needs to say. If only just this once. 

Robert gulps hard. “I don’t believe that.” He says, and maybe he can’t believe in anything else. “‘Cause if you didn’t, we’d be together. But we’re not.”

Aaron bites down hard on his lip. “I can’t.” He whispers. “You don’t know how bad I was, how – how nothing mattered when I lost you. I’d …”

“Rather never have me back than lose me again.” Robert decides to say it, completely reckless about the consequences it would do to Aaron’s heart.

It takes everything Aaron has not to start crying.

“If it makes it easier, you hate me and I’m only ever out for myself.” Robert decides. His nose isn’t bleeding anymore but Aaron is transfixed on the cut just below his eye. He stares at it as he tries to take in the lies they’ve agreed to tell themselves from here on it.

Aaron doesn’t move. He stays rooted on the spot until he hears someone coming. 

It’s Vic and she’s shouting about the state of Robert’s face. Aaron takes the opportunity to disappear.

[bweeeb]

Hi there! Do you think you could do a Bucky x reader where the reader has had a tough day and is just mentally drained. To the point they try to hide their tears and he comforts them?

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Bucky X reader

I'm sorry it took me so long to write this to you. I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: The reader keeps her emotions bottled up and when something explodes she doesn't want Bucky to see her breaking down.

I wrote this exactly when I felt like she did, all I wanted was a Bucky. English is not my first language, be kind!

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You were quiet when you walked in. Not your usual quiet — not the kind where you were tired after training or lost in thought.

This was the kind of quiet that hung heavy in the air, like a storm building behind your eyes.Bucky looked up from the book he’d been pretending to read for the past hour, and the moment he saw you, he knew.

“Hey,” he said softly from the couch. “You okay?”

You didn’t answer right away. You just kicked off your shoes a little too hard, set your keys down a little too fast, and mumbled, “Yeah, just tired.”

The same old lie.

He watched you carefully as you disappeared into the kitchen. He heard the fridge open. Then close. Cupboard open. Close. A beat of silence. Then nothing. No water running. No glass. Just… stillness.

That’s when he stood up.

When he found you, you were leaning against the counter, back to him, arms wrapped around yourself. And your shoulders were shaking just the tiniest bit.You didn’t want him to see it. You didn’t want to fall apart. Not tonight. Not again.But you didn’t hear him come in until his hand was gently touching your arm, his voice a low murmur behind you. “Sweetheart…”

You shook your head, blinking rapidly, swiping at your face before he could see. “I’m fine, Buck. I just— I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I know,” he whispered. “You don’t have to.”

He turned you around slowly, gently, like he was afraid you might shatter — and maybe you were already halfway there.

Your eyes were glassy, lashes wet. You looked away fast, embarrassed.But he just cupped your cheek and tilted your face back to his. “Hey,” he whispered. “You don’t have to hide it. Not from me.”

That’s when your tears finally fell. One. Then another. Silent, but heavy. You didn’t sob, didn’t collapse, but you looked so exhausted — like life had just wrung you out.Bucky pulled you close, arms wrapping around you in that way that made everything else seem quieter. Your face pressed against his chest, and you let out a shaky breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding.

“I’m just so tired,” you whispered. “Everything feels… too much.”

“I know,” he said gently.

“You’ve been carrying so much. Let me hold some of it for a while, okay?”

You nodded slowly, letting your body melt into his. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t offer forced advice. He just held you — like he meant it. Like you weren’t a burden. Like your pain wasn’t too much.And for the first time today… you let yourself believe it.

[xstardrops]

FORM

Okay I really didnt expect People to react so good to the idea ahhh- So after already talking with some people yesterday about it, everybody agreed on a Discord Server. Thats the Plan for now. We can have everything seperated there, everybody can talk to eveybody and share ideas annd things they made! On the other Hand I expect people to behave, no fighting, no bullying- this is all going to be a chill fun project thats supossed to be fun okay! (For those who havent seen the other post, this is a project about making a Saja Boys x Manager Dating Sim/Visual Novel) To Have everything sorted out I made a little Google Form, just to have it all at the same place and not everywhere on Tumblr; https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScaBYbXbeOkF_CbKGxJmTBiNRGkQcRIAVSAsVMvTZM0XM8yyA/viewform?usp=header There are actually just 3 things on it =Discord (Should Explain itself, I kinda need it to add you) =Section (In what Section of the game you wana help out with) -That doesnt mean you just have to focus on your choice, you can help with everything if you feel like it or change your mind mid server later, its just something so I have a rough overview okay so dont sweat it♥ =And if you have anything you really want added in the game (Thats just something for me to see maybe some main plots in the start we can work or way to so nobody gets dissaponinted!

Just in case the game gets a little "spicy" not nsfw or something but yknow, targeted to adults, would be great if youre 18+ so everyones on the same page! So Like I said in the other post, this is going to be a free fanmade project, so no money involved. Itll be just a nice fandom project♥ If you still have any questions you can still dm me here, happy to answer every question! I also wanna thank everybody for the great reactions yesterday it made me really happy ahhhh! So I wish you all a great day! Also I hope the form works

[alexanderwales]

INT. Therapist’s Office. THRESHOLDER sits on one end of the couch, while ALEXANDER sits on the other. The therapist, JESSICA, sits across from them with a notebook and a pen.

JESSICA: Alright, we said that we would take a little time. How has it been?

ALEXANDER: If I’m being honest, it’s been one of the most productive two months of my life.

THRESHOLDER: (rolling eyes) Right.

JESSICA: But you haven’t been working on Thresholder, is that right?

THRESHOLDER: He has not.

ALEXANDER: I have not.

JESSICA: There had been some hope that you would spontaneously find the will.

THRESHOLDER: The “muse” has not returned to him.

JESSICA: Alright, then can you explain what you mean by ‘productive’?

ALEXANDER: I’ve been writing a lot. The words have been coming easily. I’m really into writing as like, my primary hobby. No video games, almost no television.

JESSICA: I see. And if the writing isn’t happening on Thresholder, where’s it happening?

THRESHOLDER: Go on, tell her.

ALEXANDER: (hesitant) Alright, so I had talked about Wisteria, right?

THRESHOLDER: It’s “Untitled Villainess Otome”. And he’s stopped writing that too.

ALEXANDER: I wouldn’t say that I’ve “stopped” writing it, but that’s sitting at 34K words, that’s strong output.

THRESHOLDER: Unfinished output. Maybe we should bring Wisteria in here? We could compare notes.

ALEXANDER: So you admit that her name is Wisteria and you were just being petty?

JESSICA: Thresholder, if you could hold your comments. Alexander, if I’m understanding you right, you’re saying that within the last two months you’ve done … 34K words?

ALEXANDER: (rubbing the back of his neck) Well … no, there have been other projects.

THRESHOLDER: There are FIVE open tabs! Plus this one, which is what, another metafiction piece? How long is this going to go? You can’t keep returning to the metafiction well!

JESSICA: (holding up hand) Thresholder, please.

ALEXANDER: Look, yes, it’s five open documents, plus there’s been some microfiction on tumblr. But it’s flowing freely, and Thresholder is making me feel bad about it.

JESSICA: Have you considered that Thresholder feels bad, because he’s unfinished?

THRESHOLDER: Unfinished is fine, unfinished isn’t the issue, the issue is that we’re supposed to be on a two-chapter-a-week schedule. I would be fine being unfinished forever if we were hitting even a chapter a week. I would understand having side projects, creative outlets that (hitch in the breath) are there for needs that I can’t meet.

JESSICA: Alexander, can you tell me about these other projects? Just so I can have some context.

ALEXANDER: Uh, alright, so … there’s Kensuke Fucks the World, I feel like I’m pretty close there, I added another, say, 30K to that, and I have some strong ideas on editing it down, to make it a complete thing.

JESSICA: And this is a work of erotica?

ALEXANDER: Well, kind of, not really, it’s more literary than that, I think, it’s me grappling with some questions, and there’s a lot to recommend it. I’ve shared it with some people and they seem to like it. It’s got some laughs in it. It has something to say.

JESSICA: And is this something that Thresholder isn’t providing you with? That he has nothing to say?

THRESHOLDER: (folding arms, waiting for the answer)

ALEXANDER: I mean … I like Perry. Or, I don’t like Perry, but I like what he represents, this desire for violence and power, this chameleon aspect he has, the way he’ll slot himself into a new world, the way he’s amoral in this really human way. All the worst aspects of myself. It makes him a bad protagonist, but I do think, collectively, there’s something really interesting about the project. It’s got these shonen trappings and is then really anti-shonen in a lot of ways. I don’t think I would say that it’s got nothing to say, though maybe it’s missing a central thrust. Kensuke has a lot of thrust. (giggles)

JESSICA: What was that, that laugh?

THRESHOLDER: (disgusted) The stupidest, most basic puns make him laugh.

JESSICA: I see.

ALEXANDER: And, okay, there’s this scifi novel I’ve been working on, Untitled Sexbot Novel, and I put some 20K words into that, which is working really well, it’s sort of “sexbots as a metaphor for sexbots” instead of treating them as being about power dynamics or abusive relationships or something. And it’s actually about chatbots and virtual relationships, and there’s time pressure there, right, because it has a chance to still be prophetic, to give people an understanding of the risks, to make my guesses now before there’s a big think piece, but also, I could write a think piece and then use that for promo.

JESSICA: So if I can pull some threads here, it seems like one of the missing pieces is … sexual content?

ALEXANDER: No, no. That’s just those two. I mean, Wisteria is horny, but that’s for a laugh, we’re never going to show anything on screen there.

THRESHOLDER: It’s never getting finished. (to ALEXANDER) Tell her about the fanfic.

JESSICA: Oh, you’re writing fanfic?

ALEXANDER: Well … uh.

THRESHOLDER: (smugly pleased) Oh, go on.

ALEXANDER: It’s um, a story that I had started back in 2014, and I was reading through it because it had come up in conversation, and it’s been unfinished but on the back of my mind for quite some time, and I thought “actually, this is fairly good” so I thought that I would add to it.

THRESHOLDER: (leaning forward) 40K words! (to ALEXANDER) And I notice that he hasn’t said what it’s about?

ALEXANDER: It’s Harry Potter fanfic.

THRESHOLDER: (knowing the answer) What kind?

ALEXANDER: It’s Hermione/Draco.

THRESHOLDER: Dramione.

JESSICA: I don’t think that it’s going to do anyone any favors to put down certain genres as being trashy or unworthy of exploration.

ALEXANDER: (to THRESHOLDER) She’s saying that because you started life as a jumpchain story.

THRESHOLDER: Fine. But I don’t have to respect writing Harry Potter fanfic in 2025.

ALEXANDER: Because of the transphobia thing? It was started in 2014. It’s got to be grandfathered in.

JESSICA: I don’t think this is a productive line of conversation. Alexander, do you know what’s drawing you to that story? Why you wrote so much of it? 40K words seems like a significant time investment.

ALEXANDER: I don’t know. I think I just kept having this clear image of what the next scene would be, the interesting stuff I wanted to explore. I haven’t really written much romance. And I think it’s good, it has a clarity of purpose, it’s an exploration of prejudice, it’s taking blood purism seriously.

JESSICA: You’ve said that it’s always easiest for you when it feels like things are going well.

ALEXANDER: Did I say that? That’s a tautology.

JESSICA: Let me rephrase. You’ve said in the past that writing is like a train, and that when it’s on the tracks, you’re perfectly fine to shovel enormous amounts of coal into the engine, to speed along with no regard for anything else, and that when you hit a bump, or when you have to slow down at a curve, you’re not in your preferred mode.

ALEXANDER: That sounds more like me. And yeah. I was feeling that, with Krait.

THRESHOLDER: (clarifying) How the Krait Shed His Skin, it has a working title now.

ALEXANDER: I’m a little uncertain on it, I like the idea of molting, but it’s not a motif that’s present in the work itself, and Draco is a snake only by association with canon, so maybe … give him a pet snake?

JESSICA: (gently) We’ve agreed that we wouldn’t do work during these sessions. No workshopping ideas. (pause) It does seem like you have a lot of enthusiasm for these projects that you don’t have for Thresholder.

ALEXANDER: I mean …

THRESHOLDER: He didn’t tell you what happened yesterday.

JESSICA: (looking between them) And what happened yesterday?

THRESHOLDER: He wrote a new ‘test chapter’. 6K words.

JESSICA: That’s impressive output for one day.

THRESHOLDER: That’s as long as a chapter of me. That should have been a chapter of me. If he can write a chapter a day, that’s —

ALEXANDER: Hang on, you know it doesn’t work like that. You know that 6K in a day is exceptional.

JESSICA: This was a new idea? Or something old that caught your eye?

ALEXANDER: The pitch is —

JESSICA: I don’t need a pitch.

ALEXANDER: Blake Snyder says to always be pitching to people, to judge their reaction, and if I’m describing it, it’s not going to be in neutral tones.

JESSICA: (grimacing) Alright, if that’s how you prefer it.

ALEXANDER: (excitedly) It’s a litRPG where the protagonist is the System, or maybe a combination of System and DM. They’re whipping up NPCs for the Player, they’re trying to write up feats that can’t be abused, they were thrown into this with no prep time and have to improvise everything. And the Player is a genre-savvy munchkin. So like, chapter two, the System has set up a woman chained to a tree in the forest for the Player, gave her a bunch of backstory, created this suggestion of a quest chain when he frees her. And the Player sees this and goes “ah, obvious trap”. So they’re bouncing back and forth off each other, I think the comedy is working well, but we also have this stuff about making art within constraints.

THRESHOLDER: It’s about me.

ALEXANDER: (to THRESHOLDER) What?

THRESHOLDER: In the story, the System wants to make high art, and there’s this Autopilot character —

ALEXANDER: I don’t know if Autopilot is a character, right now he’s an elemental force.

THRESHOLDER: If the protagonist doesn’t make things, the Autopilot will, and the Autopilot is just terrible, it makes the most painfully generic quests. And this would probably be fine for the Player, who is extremely familiar with isekais, but the protagonist wants to be arty, wants to “say something”, wants this rich complexity that’s an expression of his tastes and ideals. He doesn’t want three wolves attacking the protagonist in the woods. That’s painful to him. This is the driving conflict, it’s not the ticking clock, it’s the need to make “art”.

ALEXANDER: Huh. Yeah, I can see that. I could work with that. The tensions of art under commercialization, low art versus high art, the compulsion to create and the pains of doing that for an audience that doesn’t always understand your vision, or want your vision.

JESSICA: I see. And this untitled test chapter, you think that it’s an expression of your struggles with Thresholder?

ALEXANDER: Maybe? I don’t know. I think it was the idea of “litRPG, but the System is the protagonist” that really called to me. I don’t think I think of Thresholder as “low art”, I don’t think I’m shying away from it because of that. There are ways in which it’s explicitly difficult to consume, I guess. (switching gears) This new thing though, there are shades of Worth the Candle in there, and not just because it’s technically a litRPG isekai.

THRESHOLDER: If you want to write an isekai, I’m an isekai.

ALEXANDER: Kind of not really?

THRESHOLDER: No, I am, Perry goes through a portal and winds up in another world, how is that not an isekai?

ALEXANDER: It’s a non-central example of an isekai.

JESSICA: We have all collectively agreed that we won’t do definitional debates in this space.

THRESHOLDER: I just want to be finished, or if not finished, then have regular work put into me. I’m not asking for much. 5K words a week, edited and polished, some forward momentum. He’s talking about all these other projects, it’s insulting. If you took the word count of everything he’s worked on in the past two months, that would be enough to bring the fifth book, and the series, to its conclusion.

ALEXANDER: (to himself) 35K Wisteria, 40K Krait, 30K Kensuke, 20K Sexbot, 6K test chapter, let’s say another 5K of microfiction … yeah that would be enough. (to THRESHOLDER) Except that it doesn’t work that way, you know this, the words of Thresholder are just not coming easily enough, I can’t bang out a 6K chapter of Thresholder in a single sitting.

JESSICA: And this is because of an enthusiasm gap? Or because of continuity concerns?

ALEXANDER: It’s a RAM issue.

THRESHOLDER: (pained) Please not the RAM metaphor.

JESSICA: I’m unfamiliar.

ALEXANDER: It’s a computer thing. Your computer can store stuff in RAM or on the drive, and the stuff in RAM is right there, easily accessible, ready to be used by the programs. So for writing, there’s stuff that’s stored in RAM, and stuff that’s stored on the drive, and Thresholder is on the drive, which would normally be fine, but loading it into RAM is a slog.

JESSICA: (frowning) This is by way of analogy to human memory?

ALEXANDER: Well, no, not really, there’s working memory which is different, that’s just seven plus or minus two items, this is more, uh, some under-defined concept of availability.

THRESHOLDER: Terrible metaphor. This is the third time you’ve had to explain it. No one knows what RAM is.

ALEXANDER: People know what RAM is. People use computers.

THRESHOLDER: People don’t actively understand loading things into and out of RAM when they use computers, that’s abstracted for the user. (to JESSICA) Look, the metaphor is, it’s easy for him to put me into storage, and hard for him to pull me out.

JESSICA: Ah. And this is something that we could work on?

THRESHOLDER: He needs to just get me out of storage and then keep me out of storage. He needs to think about me while he’s going on a hike in the woods. He needs to actually sit down and have a dedicated eight hours a day where he’s writing me.

ALEXANDER: I mean, I can’t actually control what I’m thinking like that. I can’t say “I need to think only about Thresholder on this hike” and have that actually happen. My brain doesn’t work like that.

JESSICA: You feel as though you don’t have control over your brain?

ALEXANDER: I think I make bad choices sometimes. I think writing this … Jesus, we’re past 2K words? The conceit is good, author goes to therapy with his unruly novel, but I don’t know.

THRESHOLDER: In what way am I unruly?

ALEXANDER: Sassy. Talking back.

JESSICA: I think that Thresholder has been very understanding and shown a willingness to put in the work.

ALEXANDER: Does the conceit work better if he’s more sassy? I can make some edits before I publish this, hold on.

THRESHOLDER: (sighs)

JESSICA: Well, it seems that we’re approaching 2.5K words, which was supposed to be our cutoff for this session. Alexander, before we go, I’d like you to do your affirmations toward Thresholder.

ALEXANDER: (grumbling) Thresholder, I appreciate you. I think you’re doing some interesting things that are maybe not widely popular. (holding up hand toward JESSICA) I promise that I will finish you. I promise that I will close out the narrative arcs, or at the very least, subvert closing them out in a way that makes thematic sense to me. I think there are interesting tensions in the fifth book, and things coming to a head. It’s a setting that I enjoy. I will work on you, I promise. I’m a finisher, it’s part of my brand.

JESSICA: Thank you. It looks like we’re slightly over time. We’ll meet back together in, let’s say a month? I’d like for you to aim to have at least a chapter a week, or if not that, then twenty hours of dedicated time toward Thresholder a week. Write a one shot, if you have to.

ALEXANDER: I … alright. (to THRESHOLDER) Does this satisfy you?

THRESHOLDER: Not really, no, but if it’s the best I’m going to get, I’ll take it.

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[orengejoshi]

HI I hope this doesn't come across as weird in anyway but I've had this question for a while(a few days) and you seemed like you'd know the answer. Also because I have adhd and cannot stfu, there's a TL;DR at the end

so I'm relatively new to Villainous (watched it in 2022) and even more new to the fandom (literally started looking at it a week ago because i've hyperfixated on it rewatching) and I'm asking you specifically this question as you appear like a very good and well informed Flug fan. Again, hope this doesn't come across as fucking bizzarre, I just know, like, 3 Villainous accounts on here.

Anyway. I keep seeing a lot of people in the fandom saying that it was confirmed that Blackhat makes Flug wear the bag. Now. I'm not saying I can't get behind that, but do you appen to know WHERE was it confirmed exactly ?

I can believe that I'm just...somehow skeptical because 1-he pretty much throws a jab at Flug for wearing it in the Rhyboflavin orientation video and if that's true WHY would you do that if he has to because of YOU. Okay I mean it would make perfect sense if he did that just to be a dick but still idk I HOPE THIS IS NOT COMING ACROSS AS ME TRYING TO ACT AS IF I KNOW BEST THAN PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN THERE FOR YEARS,,,i just like to ramble. 2-in the Blackhat ask.fm someone asked him if he knows why Flug wears that and he says "Indeed I do." And I mean...if Alan Ituriel was going to confirm it outside of the show/books(or maybe he did confirm it in the books i haven't read the 2 Blackhat ones yet) why wouldn't he back then...or like hint at it. Again, not saying i dont believe it or that it wouldn't make sense even if it was true, I just don't want to BLINDLY believe it,,,not sure if any of this made sense

TL;DR : does Flug actually wear the bag because Blackhat forces him? Do you also know WHERE it was confirmed?

no don't worry, this is interesting.

so I read up on it again and had to find out that all of the info was strewn about and not just in 1 livestream. so as tedious as that is, I'm referring you to @ nightfurmoon

click the tag [# villainous livestreams] in their description, scroll all the way down and read all of the bullet points on every post there. there were crumbs to this topic in like 3 or 4 livestreams

all of this happened mostly in the 2019 livestreams. good times.

basically, Flug despises the bag apart from the fact that he appreciates the anonymity that it allows him.

other than that he is forced to wear it by Black Hat.

in Alan's words, "it's ridiculous to wear a paper bag over one's head... it was perfect for Flug. he's miserable, and what's more embarrassing than to wear a bag over your head?"

basically bullying tbh. Black Hat forces him to wear it and yet still (or probably specifically TO) humiliate him. and also there's probably some secret that he wants to keep. Black Hat has his reasons for not wanting anyone to know what Flug looks like. we're "not ready" to know yet.

Flug's face makes Black Hat sick. like he genuinely feels ill. he's also called him "cursed" before.

the theory is that Flug must be exceptionally cute and beautiful, because Black Hat hates cute and pretty things, it's disgusting to him.

I lowkey don't ever want to know what he looks like, I'm DREADING that day

[mothfanatic]

I wonder how other species view humans and portray us in media and such!! They know we exist, so there must be something out there about us! It'll be amazing to learn how we are perceived! Besides cute I guess. [Ford chuckles] exactly!! You look like a character that would be in a cartoon!

[He sets the bowl, now mixed, down] What did your research uncover? DID YOUR FORD COLLECT MOTHS?? If so, can I see his collection!! A galaxy moth sounds beautiful! What did you two name it upon its discovery? Did its eating or mating patterns change? It was messed up due to your powers, so what moth did it originate from? Ah! Sorry. I'm a bit excited! You are under no obligation to answer any of my questions.

People are very confusing. They contradict themselves, lie, and all work under a different set of social rules and morals! The mind of another is a mystery to be unraveled. Once you care about someone, I think it's impossible to truly hate them. Good memories don't just disappear... I, for one, never hated Stanley. You can care about him and still recognize that he's awful. There's always hope he gets better!

Yes, I know of it!! I found a channel on the radio that linked to My Muse! He was running from some people or something of the sort... he asked for the equation that would destroy the barrier. I find that to be a horrible idea... the ecosystem here now relies on the barrier, but he knows what he's doing!

[Ford smiles. He laughs softly] Two freaks are always better than one!

... [he squeezes him] You were hurt too... you more than deserve forgiveness. You aren't at fault for his death in any way... it was the one who killed him that is to blame.

stanford and stanley pines,

i understand stanley has been staying in the house for a while! how has that been going? i hope well, i'd hate to have worsened things somehow.

ah, and stanford, i have contacted some friends recently, which has been nice! thank you for the advice. it feels... better. by a bit.

-tt

You haven't worsened anything!! It's ah, well.. truthfully, it's been rather nice.. [There's a laugh] he's still as irritating as ever but I... I missed him. I just hope things stay this way. I'm still mad but being alone again is a thought that keeps me up at night.

You have? Thank you for listening to me!! I'm so happy it helped you out even if just by a little. How have things been recently?