#but yeah I didn’t super enjoy the beta but maybe it’s easier to play now

[tsunami-gem-guardian]

I need to get back into lorwolf but I wasn’t that into the beta

[youarejesting]

Femme: 50 Finale

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang, Erik Nam, Hyuna x Dawn, Black Pink x Female oc, TXT x robot oc, Got7 x Female oc Rating: Mature themes mentioned but not really explored. Length: 2.8k Announcement: This is the last chapter. I may have cried writing this piece. Beta: @lpayne612​​

You saw him waiting by the car, eating a donut, and drinking a cold coffee, and you went up to the service counter, “Can I borrow your PA system to tell my husband that he is pregnant?” The man at the counter grinned and handed over the microphone, explaining how to use it.

“Park Jimin,” you said facing the forecourt - grinning watching him lookup, “I took a pregnancy test, we’re pregnant!” 

You saw him drop everything before falling to his knees and crying, covering his head with his hands. “I love you.”

He got up and ran inside dodging cars. People were clapping happily, and he grabbed you, kissing you fiercely, his fingers brushing against your neck, and hooking his thumb under your soft collar.

“We did it, princess!” He sniffed.

“We did!”

“Am I going to finally be a dad?’

“You are.”

“I dropped my coffee!” He laughed, his cheeks glistening.

“One coffee for the father to be,” a man smiled. “I remember when my wife said we were pregnant, it is such a good feeling, so this one is on me”

Driving home his hand was in yours, and he would occasionally bring your hand to his face and kiss your knuckles, whispering how much he loved you. You had explained to him you mistook implantation bleeding with a period because you were stressed and tightly strung with thoughts of letting him down.

He told you that he would never want you to stress and that there was nothing you could do that would ever let him down. “Just you breathing, and in my life, means the world to me.

Jimin came home and received a hug and kiss from all the children, a few crying saying they missed him and he cried back. “Where did you go?”

“Well, DaddyJii had to buy mummy a special drink so she could have a baby,” Jimin smiled at the children.

“Don’t be silly, Daddy Goo told us how mummy has babies in her belly,” Jae Eun said.

“Yeah, he says mummy eats a special fish and then the fish swims around in her belly and changes like a tadpole,” Jae Hwa smiled proudly.

“Yes, well the special drink has the fish in it.” You smiled at them, not ready to explain the birds and the bees just yet - wanting to preserve their innocence  for just a few more years.

“Does it tickle Ama?” Huimang asked, “The fishy in your belly?”

“Sometimes, but the fishy is too small to feel just yet. When the fish turns into a baby, you will be able to feel the baby move in my tummy.”

There was a big family celebration; you made a huge donation to the Femme rehabilitation organization and, honestly, had a really good pregnancy. The number one hashtag as you entered your ninth month was ‘#SugaTheMusicProducerAndBabyInducer’ which made said man pout and avoid you whenever he heard it in mock fear. 

He had written a few songs boasting that any pregnant woman listening to his album may go into labour at the sound of his voice. You went live with your family talking about things and what you all planned to do as a family. 

“We have shared our whole world with you and it has been so long. You, have seen our ups and downs, and we want to continue to show you everything until the end. Just recently, with my struggle with fertility, we realized we don’t want to hide all these natural things from the world.” You grimace at the camera, another cramp taking over. You were secretly timing them so as not to finish the livestream early. 

“We were lucky to fall pregnant, but not everybody gets that chance, so we are so thankful and are giving a donation to the specific fertility group we went through who was absolutely lovely.” You knew that the contractions were slowly getting closer together, but you would rather stay in the comfort of your own home and keep yourself busy with a livestream than going and sitting in a hospital room bored - and uncomfortable - waiting to go into active labour and dilate.

“Someone asked if we will have any more children?” Seokjin was designated to read the comments.

“No, we are already blessed with so many we won’t be greedy. Plus, I’m getting older and there are more chances of complications the older I get, so I do not wish to push the limits of my health. I want to be around for my family for as many years as I can.”

“Have you thought of any names?” Seokjin genuinely seemed interested by this question.

“Many.” You smiled, “We don’t know the gender of our baby, so we haven’t really settled on one - but a few.”

“Have you had any weird cravings?” Jungkook read some comments over the older man's shoulder, and they all began discussing your weird eating habits. 

“Yoongi, if you had to induce a baby what would you do? I am due today, and the baby doesn’t look like they’re coming any time soon.”

“Well, I would lean down and whisper, ‘alright little one, it’s time to get out or you can start paying rent,’” Yoongi laughed at your belly, rubbing it gently.

“No, I am determined to entice my own child out,” Jimin leaned down so he was cupping your belly, his lips almost brushing the fabric of your dress. “Come on now baby, daddy wants to meet you.”

You could laugh at the timing as your water broke, thanking the heavens you were shooting from the waist up. “Did…” Namjoon gasped in shock.

“Did you just pee?” Jungkook shouted

“No my water just broke.” You gripped your tummy, breathing through the pain while trying to stop the laughter.

You had all decided to take the audience with you. It was mostly the camera on the boys and a nervous looking Jimin who was doting on you in the ward. You were having a blast talking and laughing with the audience while Seokjin was texting Erik and Namjoon’s dad, trying to make sure the kids were all fine getting ready for bed.

You were taken up to the VIP labour ward and you were having a great time. Your audience was super supportive, and you said goodbye getting wheeled off to the birthing suite. This labour was the easiest - you were so experienced you knew all the cues, and your body relaxed understanding what you were supposed to do.

A little boy. He was tiny in Jimin’s hands and he kept saying thank you. “Thank you for giving me this opportunity, this miracle who I will cherish everyday, I love you both so much, I love you my princess” 

He held him in his arms as they wheeled you back to the private ward where you met the others. Jimin hadn’t stopped crying and Taehyung, Hoseok, and Yoongi engulfed him in a hug. The live stream was still going on with a million-person audience waiting to see the baby.

“It’s a boy,” Jimin said, “and we both agreed his name would be Byul.” 

You were happy and the boys grinned. You all looked up at the camera and waved, signing off - spending the time alone together. The nurse came in, “We have to check the baby's hearing and heart and take a full screen of his blood. All routine stuff.”

Jimin nodded, taking the baby in his arms and following the nurse. It wasn’t a long process, but when Jimin didn’t come back you started to get worried. You visibly began stressing the blankets. “What is taking so long?” your laugh was forced and there was little semblance of a joke.

“It’s okay, there are other babies. maybe they are waiting on another?”

Jimin stepped in and he was crying holding his son preciously in his hands, as if holding him too tightly could hurt the newborn. “Byul might be deaf, they will have to um, check him again soon.”

“What do you mean?”

“They said it could just be fluid in his ear, but they will check again in a few hours,” Jimin sniffed.

Upon the second third and fourth hearing test, it was almost clear that Byul was partially deaf. He could hear a little, but the doctor explained it would forever be super muffled. That didn’t mean he couldn’t recognize your voices, though. He still could just hear, and you were fine with that - any hearing was a blessing at that point.

You headed home, and Jimin took leave from work. He spent time caring for his son and even signed up for classes on sign language. Everyone went to the classes together and began learning, as it would be easier if you all learnt early.

Byul was not a typical happy baby spending most of his time crying - it was mostly due to the fact he scared easily. Being unable to hear when you were there, Byul would call for you and you would press your lips to his forehead and against his skin so he knew you were there. The vibrations running through his body. 

He loved when you would do this but especially enjoyed Taehyung’s deep rumbling voice, it made him giggle.

He learnt cues differently. Instead of mum and dad, you taught him to touch his cheek in certain ways for these words. He wasn’t a shy baby, but he still only made a few noises. He was quick to learn how to walk and run and play. 

Jeongsan was so good at sign language, he was quick to tell you what byul needed and took it upon himself to help his younger brother where he could. 

You were still learning, and you had a discussion with the boys about your channel and what you should do. It was a mutual agreement that you would make your final broadcast that evening before a hiatus - which you didn’t know when or if you would come back. 

It was a rainy afternoon, and Byul sat on your lap on the back porch, watching the rain and lighting and feeling the thunder shake the sky. 

He laid back in your arms, and you sang to him and signed in front of him to sing along. He tried his best, his voice sweet like his father’s, and you did the signs the whole song. 

His little gold hearing aids helped him out so much, but he sometimes preferred to not wear them, as he didn’t always like the feeling. 

“My son,” you signed with a big bright smile “I love you.”

“Mama love you,” he answered, repeating your gesture as big as he could and you laughed hugging him tightly.

You all had just posted your live stream as a family saying you were going on hiatus. You felt like you wanted to cry, walking towards the kitchen to make yourself a calming cup of tea. When Kyungju asked, “Ate you okay mum?”

Turning, you looked at your family all looking back at you, all your beautiful children smiling at you, and then there were your husbands. 

All looking beautiful. Seokjin still with a gentle smile, Yoongi looking impassive and yet now you could see the emotions in his eyes. Jungkook with the same bunny toothed smile, and thirteen years washed away like you were falling in love with them all over again. They stood in front of you just like they had that day, eyes bright and curious and you smiled. Speaking clearly in English while signing so every member of your family knew what you were saying. 

“I love you.”

Everything was good, until I completed everything ready to post. I attached the last header for the last time and I just sobbed. Saying goodbye to this story is the hardest thing, I have experienced to this day. It was one of my safe havens a world I created to escape all the bad and well it has reached its happy ending. 

Thank you for joining me on this journey.

Ever your Jester.

Femme Media 50

[The End]

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[jbbuckybarnes]

Your Mission

Bucky x Reader (Agent 16) Description: Why not tease and test the super soldierness. Warnings: 18+, fluff, teasing, smut, a LOT of smut and bodily fluids, not beta read

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You had made it your mission to tease him whenever you could. The easiest way to do so, was to wear tight or revealing clothes around him. Today it was a cropped hoodie and high waisted silk shorts. Thigh high socks, sneakers and space buns. You entered the room that had a few Avengers in it and saw him eye you, blushing a little and then give you glances of what you could only could describe as sexual frustration. "Anything on the plan for today?" you asked the round. "Only training." Nat smiled back at you while Steve deliberately tried to not stare at you in those clothes. "I think I'll start picking up dancing for cardio again." A shared smile. She loved ballet and you loved hiphop. "Wanna get it over with?" she looked into the round and a collective nod was the answer. You had tons of choreographies you learned online in your head. The gift of being able to memorize patterns like this was also helping in your job. Made fighting and reloading a gun easier. Nat, Wanda and you had made your own little dance playlist that worked for all of you in training and as soon as that started playing there was no way out. Working out with you in that outfit, shaking your behind in his field of sight was definitely in his personal category of "I don't know if this is motivating or just frustrating." He definitely got all of his work done faster than usual. Maybe because he knew what he was about to do.

The second you left the gym he caught you right by the door and got you into his room in seconds. "Did someone like what he saw?" a provocative smile came from you. "I never wanted you to bend over the kitchen counter so much." he growled. Your eyes widened at his straight forward approach but it was definitely working between your legs. "Tell me more." you bit your lip before turning around, landing on his bed and wiggling your ass towards him. The sight of you in dark blue silk shorts was making his pants feel uncomfortable. "Friday, lock the room." he looked up for a second before his sweatpants hit the floor. "And you. You better grab a pillow to muffle yourself with, until I'm done with you." he grabbed the waist band of your shorts and pulled them down to see silk underwear. Black silk panties that were drenched in excitement for him. "Haven't even touched you." he grinned before pulling it down too and pushing your hips up a little right after. "You ready?" he asked almost too sweet and got a muffled "Mhm." The ease with which he was gliding into you was driving him mad. "You feel great, darling." he mumbled completely high from endorphines. A drop on the mattress made him grin, "Didn't know you were so ready for me." He picked up a fast pace while his lips were all over your back and a hand was massaging you in big circles. Muffled moans were only making him go faster and his hand shake to tease you. There were more drops landing on the mattress and running down your thighs. "God, you really like to be dominated. I see." he chuckled before going at a speed only he would be able to hold and god were those muffled and shaky moans doing it for him. "Good girl. Cum with me." he mumbled into your ear and with slower but deeper thrusts he felt your walls begging for him and bit your shoulder to not groan at the amazing feeling. "You liked that, baby?" he chuckled and your face came out of the pillow with a dopey smile. "You could do that all day and I would still want more." you whispered. "Sooo...you want one more?" he grinned and you grinned right back. "You gonna kill me one day." he chuckled before he started moving again. You felt him twitch and fully grow hard again inside of you and you were practically gushing from your center at this point. "Fill me up." you gave a small moan before landing back in the pillow and god was he on a mission to fulfill that wish. "Not gonna stop till you're full of me, sugar." he chuckled into your ear, grabbing your hands you were offering him by your hips. His thrusts were long, slow and deep. As if he knew this was the secret to your second orgasm. It drove you insane, made you whimper and made you claw into his right hand. "Yeah, baby. Feels good right there, right?" he said while hitting the spot again. "Mmmmmh." "You're doing so good, darling." He heard you whimper and smirked. "Looking so good like this." he thrusted a little harder, making you flinch. "You look so good filled up with me." he had a deep growl he couldn't stop escape his body. He couldn't hold himself back anymore and started pounding into your waterfall like his life depended on it and you were in heaven. Even going crosseyed in the pillow at how good he worked you to your second time. He really had to work the second orgasm out of you but, hell, was it worth it with how much harder you clenched around his length, now not only dripping on your own but letting a little of his love escape you. "You want more?" he chuckled. "I don't even care if I cum this time. I just wanna know how long you can go on with it." you giggled. "If anybody asks what we did...we watched a movie. Cause I have about an hour of lovemaking in me." he groaned into your ear. Without the goal of making you cum and the freepass of just showing you how much you making him crazy he didn't even stop anymore. He pressed you down into the pillow, keeping as much of him inside of you as he could since you seemed to love being filled with him. "You sure you want more?" "James, I've never wanted to be sore so much in my life. Fill. Me. Up." you almost growled saying it and now he didn't even know anymore who obeyed who. He said an hour but 30 minutes in you didn't even count anymore. He could go forever, building new cells wasn't the problem. After those 30 minutes he managed to have you close to your 3rd time. You really needed a bit in between to recover. You weren't him. "You close again, sugar?" "Mmhmmm." you clawed into the pillow under your head by now. "Want me to count you down?" A whimper, so a yes. "5." a strangled muffled moan. "4." a deep thrust. "3." you started shaking. "2." another deep thrust. "1." you were vibrating, a usual occurence for your body being overworked. "Cum for me, darling." he whispered and the intensity with which your body grabbed onto his length almost made him faint while he filled you up another time. "Good girl." "Go on. Don't stop." you said panting. "I'm gonna get 4 out of you." he grinned. He enjoyed this experiment a lot, the way your entire inner thighs were wet by now, the way you were glistening and glowing on his bed with your head deep in the pillow he slept on. He could ignore his own soreness just looking at you. You were exhausted by now but you loved this man so much and there was nothing you wanted more right now than to be close to him and feel this sensation a fourth time. You stopped counting again when you felt his hand on your clit again and gasped into the pillow. "You're doing amazing, sugar. Just need you one last time." his low voice was right by your ear. Your eyes were tearing up from oversensitivity now but he felt so good where he was. "You're taking me so well, baby, so well. Just need you to take me one more time." "I love how much you crave me." "Mhmmm." You grabbed his head closer and he decided to bite your neck again, getting a high pitched muffled moan out of you. "Such pretty moans. Wanna hear them turn into screams. Understood?" you shivered at the sudden dominance again. "Mhm-mmmmh." you tried to agree but the fingers on your clit were already going at a speed making you sob out for your release. With moans turning into muffled screams you didn't only clench around him, sending him straight to heaven but you also made a mess all over his bed. Not that it wasn't a mess before but this was an extra mess. "Good lord, that was beautiful." he muttered looking down at your sweaty hair and your head on the side still panting. "Wanna make more of a mess?" he chuckled again and you had a silent giggle. He finally left you and you started gushing his love of the last hour out of you. "God, sweet jesus, that's hot. Wow." he said overwhelmed and you giggled again. You sat up on your knees and even more of his love left you and dripped down your thighs like you were a cake and this was the glacing. You held eye contact reaching down before licking it off your thumb and if his swallow wasn't enough of a sign for being turned on his hard on definitely was. "I'll have to deny." you grinned. "I know. But that was the hottest thing ever." "Sometimes I like being used a bit. But only by a man that can't break my heart." you grinned before grabbing him for a sweet little kiss. "You wanna take a bath while I..." he eyed the bed. "Sure." and shortly after there was water running and a man carrying you into the bathroom cause you were definitely not walking for the rest of the day. "I hate how adorable you can look in a bubble bath after all of that." he chuckled, gave you a kiss on the forehead and left to clean. You took your time getting clean and relaxed. After a while you gave up on waiting for him to join, got out of the bathtub, went for your usual routines before coming out of the bathroom to see your underwear neatly folded. He cleared his throat and you looked at the typical soft man you fell in love with. "No, I didn't contemplate keeping them." he innocently looked up. "I love you, idiot." you reached up for a little kiss before walking past your underwear to open his set of drawers and put on his underwear. A content grumble from behind you made you smirk. "You look good in anything that's mine, huh?" he eyed you with a proud smile. You went on to put on your bra with his fascinated eyes on you. He still wasn't over that bra that opened in the front. "Can I have a sweater?" you smirked and he supressed his laughter. "What a full circle moment." he grinned before nudging his head towards the chest of drawers. He started wearing his sweaters so you could wear them and have his smell with you all day. "I love you so much, just for doing little things like having an extra pile of sweaters just for me." you got into bed next to him, a motion he could get used to. "Of course, love you just as much, sugar plum." he grabbed you closer. "What did you think when you saw me inside of your room, putting on a sweater?" you needed to know. "Well, first I thought you were spying on me but then I saw you put on the sweater and...I honestly just wanted to scare you a bit. Was onto your little crush in about...4 minutes. Otherwise I would've never had the balls to come to your room, asking you if what we had was a date." "Nawwww." you nuzzled into his neck. "What did you think?" he asked back squeezing your waist. "I was scared you were mad at me, then confused cause you were okay with it. Then I just wanted to run cause I was kinda ready to jump out of a window at that point and then even more confused when you knocked. Not gonna lie, I kinda wanted you to go on after you put off the three hoodies." a shared giggle lit up the room. "Was it your mission to make me sexually frustrated with that outfit by the way?" he looked down at you with a stern look. "My mission is always to turn you on." "Well, mission accomplished." "I love you, Mr. I'm-a-super-soldier-and-could-go-for-hours." "I love you too, Mrs. Wants-to-be-full-of-me." A giggly kiss was shared.

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[thecleverdame]

Control and Release - 25

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TEDTalk!Sam x Reader

Summary: After the rest of the staff is caught in a snowstorm, you find yourself acting as a personal assistant to the notorious Sam Winchester. As the arrangement becomes more defined, you and Sam begin a sexual adventure with dangerous consequences.  

Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification, mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, nipple clamps, dub-con, breath play.

Beta: @ilikaicalie

Words: 3.3k

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“Ready?” Lexi waits for confirmation before picking up a shot of tequila and tipping it back. You both gulp down your respective drinks and suck on limes in tandem as Tim pounds on the bar enthusiastically. You shake your head, puckering at the after taste and shouting a little hoot.

“Fuck, I’m too Goddamn old for tequila shots,” you laugh.

“Come on, meemaw.” Lexi laughs throwing an arm over your shoulders. “You gotta live a little.”

“She’s right.” Leaning in, Tim tips back a swig of cognac. “Life is short, we all need to let go a lot more.”

“Yes, yes we do,” Millie chimes in, throwing back her chardonnay.

“I’m trying.” You watch them, the crowd milling around the bar on a weeknight.

This started out as a Tuesday night survivor support group, but over several months it’s evolved into a much-needed space to blow off steam. Last week it was an evening at the arboretum at Harvard University, tonight it’s shots and gossip at a local dive bar.  

“Are you coming back to work?” you ask Tim.

“Yeah. Soon I think, Winchester said I could take another six months if I wanted, but my therapist thinks I’m ready. Who am I to argue with a trained professional.” He taps the rim of his glass and the bartender refills it.

“Hey, as long as you’re ready we’re happy to have you back.” Millie smiles, inching a little closer. You suspect she likes Tim, she won’t come out and admit it but she finds a way to bring him up in nearly every conversation.

If it wasn’t for a limp on his right side, no one would ever know he’d been shot. But there was nerve damage that will most likely never be corrected so he’s stuck with a permanent reminder.

“I don’t think I can spend any more time in my apartment without going crazy. Trauma or not, all this paid time off has been incredible.” Tim’s forever positive. He can see the bright side of anything.

“Me too,” Millie throws up a fist in solidarity. “I can’t believe you went back so soon.” She looks at you.

“Working helps me keep my mind off things. I was glad to go back. And I like the new building.”

“And the new office,” Millie grins, elbowing you. “She’s a hotshot now.”

“I’ll have to go check it out,” Tim confirms. “And the new boss, how’s he?”

“Honestly? A dream,” you gush, always happy to talk about your new position. “After working for Pepper I had this distorted image of a healthy work-life balance, but Cole is awesome.”

“He’s not bad to look at either,” Lexi pipes up, fishing a cherry from the bottom of her empty glass.

“He’s all yours.” You wiggle your eyebrows at her. “I’m just happy he’s not a psychopath. Speaking of which, any idea when Pepper is coming back?”

“No, and we’re not in a hurry,” Lexi snorts, rolling her eyes. “Life is so much easier without her.”

“Easier but painfully unorganized,” Millie explains. “She’s a bitch but I don’t think we realized how much she truly did until she was gone. To be honest, the whole department is a hot mess right now. We’ve got associates with three assistants assigned to them and associates without anyone.”

“Give and take with everything, I suppose.” Checking your watch you frown when you realize it’s nearly ten. You have to work early tomorrow and time flies whenever you’re with these three.

“Did you read about Winchester?” Tim sing-songs like he’s about to dish out a juicy piece of gossip. “Any idea who the mystery girlfriend is?”

Your cheeks bloom bright red, trying to act natural.

“Please,” Lexi looks disgusted, still raw that he turned her down. Not that it’s stopped her from hinting at the fact that they had some sort of tawdry affair. “I feel bad for whoever it is.”

“Why?” Millie scoffs. “He’s super-rich, he can get whatever he wants. I know women who put up with a lot more for a lot less. And we don’t even know that it’s a woman. Maybe he’s gay. You never know.”

“No way,” Tim shakes his head no. “I guarantee you it’s some model or actress. The guy has Leonardo DiCaprio syndrome.”

“What does that mean?” you ask.

“You know, only dates women fifteen years younger than him that look good in bikinis.”

“Don’t you think,” you start, turning your chair to face him. “That if he was really that much a playboy someone would have found out by now?”

“He came on to me,” Lexi inserts her made-up encounter.

“See,” Tim gestures toward her.

You sigh, trying to contain your amusement at the speculation. Lexi’s wild tales don’t even bother you anymore, you see her for what she is. Mindless and starving for attention.

“I think it’s someone at W & S.” Millie finishes her drink. “The guy works all the time, when would he even have time to meet someone? Watch, one day we’ll find it’s Pepper or that redhead from human resources that looks like a Victoria Secret model.”

“Maybe we’ll find out someday, maybe not.” You tip back the rest of your vodka and cranberry and dig through your purse for cash. “I gotta go to bed.”

“Me too,” Millie pats your shoulder “We can share an Uber.”

“I got you.” Tim lays a hundred on the counter. “I’m happy to pick up the tab for tonight. I look forward to Tuesday’s all week. You guys keep me sane.”

“You are seriously the best,” you give him a quick hug and turn to Lexi, kissing her on the cheek. “See you later.”

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You’re completely lost in a YouTube video about the migratory patterns of whales when there’s a knock at your office door. Before you have the chance to shut down the browser the door opens and Sam slips inside.

“Hey,” you light up. “What are you doing here?”

“You weren’t answering your phone, which usually means you’re working.” He points toward the computer screen. “Or not.”

“I went down the youtube rabbit hole.” You laugh, shaking your head. “I swear, this whole thing started with five tips on how to work with difficult people and…” you glance at the clock, shocked that it’s nearly midnight. “And three hours later I’m here, learning about baleen whales and infrasound.”

“Is that really why you’re here so late?” He perches on the edge of your desk, fingering a pen.

“Honestly, I didn’t realize it was this late. Time got away from me.” You watch him examine your office, taking in all the details before refocusing on you. “Did we have plans tonight?”

“No,” he rests a hand on his thigh. “But I was thinking about dropping by your place. Taking you up on that offer for frozen pizza.”

Checking your phone you find a missed text and phone call. “Shit, I would really have enjoyed that. It’s too late now, huh?”

“Probably.” He tilts his head, eyes dropping from your mouth to your neck, then lower. “I’ll take a raincheck.”

“You know,” rocking back the chair, you bite your bottom lip playfully. “This look you’re giving me right now is exactly what Cole was talking about.”

“What look is that?” There’s a trace of a smile, his eyes narrowing at the suggestion of impropriety.

“Like I’m little red riding hood and you’re the wolf.” You toe off one shoe, then the other before standing, and sauntering closer to him. “Should we be alone together? I’m not sure I can trust you.”

“That’s a good point,” he grins, standing up himself and placing both hands on your hips. “I came to your office late at night when no one else is around. I closed the door. Predatory behavior.”

Sam pushes you backward until your butt is against the edge of the desk and he’s looming above you.

You blink twice, eyes going wide in mock innocence. “Is there something I can help you with Mr. Winchester?”

He’s not always in a playful mood, but tonight finds you both in exactly the right time and place to have a bit of fun. Sam’s fingers squeeze tighter, curling into the flesh of your side and then releases his hold, standing close enough you can practically feel his body heat.

“I’m not entirely convinced this is the job for you,” he sighs, giving you a dismissive shake of his head. “Not sure you really want this position.”

“Oh, I want it,” you whisper chin tipped upward as you stare at him dewy-eyed. “What can I do to show you how serious I am?”

“I have a few ideas,” he offers, honing in on your parted lips as he licks his own. “You may have to work for it.”

“I’d do anything. Please, give me a chance.” You’re already breathless as his fingers caress the skin on the outside of your thigh, just above your knee. “Tell me what I need to do?”

“Spread your legs for me.” He tips his head to the side, watching your carefully curated shocked expression.

“Mr. Winchester,” you gasp, mouth falling open in faux horror as your knees open wide, skirt riding up your thighs. “We can’t…”

“Then tell me to stop,” he raises one eyebrow, hand sliding up the side of your leg and disappearing under your skirt. You lock eyes as he swirls the pads of his finger at tender flesh near your heat, so teasingly close that a moan falls out of your mouth before he ever really touches you.

“You have to stop,” you whimper, looking him dead in the eyes, spreading your thighs further and canting your hips toward his hand. “This is wrong.” You wiggle closer to his elusive touch. “I’ll tell someone, I’ll turn you in.”

“You think anyone would believe you?” He taunts while his thumb grazes downward, just the tip slipping between the lips of your bare cunt. He sinks an inch into your slick before sliding upward to find the throbbing bud. “What would you tell them? You were this wet but you didn’t want it?”

“Fuck,” you hiss, long and low. Your eyes screw shut as he flicks up and down over your clit, two fingers stroking into trembling flesh. He plays with soft, long strokes before finally sinking his fingers into your pussy, twisting them all the way in up to his knuckles. “Oh, God.”

Your head falls lax, hands reaching backward for anything to grab onto as a framed photo of your parents tumbles to the floor.

“You said you’d do anything to keep your job,” he leans over you, whispering hot breath at the shell of your ear. “Did you mean it?”

“Yes,” you whine, nodding emphatically as his fingers thrust in and out of your cunt, the wet, squelching sound bouncing off the walls. “Anything.”

“Will you take my cock...here?” He grunts, hooking his fingers inside and you see stars, legs trembling at the overwhelming pleasure. “Let me cum inside you?”

“Yes!” This confirmation is met with the withdrawal of his hand from between your legs. The disappointment is short-lived as he spins you around, bending you over the desk and hiking your skirt up over your ass.

“Say please,” he insists, his hand coming down on your right cheek with a smack.

“Please, I’ll do anything!” Wiggling your stinging backside there's the zip of his pants and the rustle of clothes before the head of his cock is at your entrance. Looking forward you can see the garbled reflection of the two of you in the glass of a painting on your wall. While you haven’t exactly pre-planned this little escapade, your fantasies are generally in line with each other, so you add in a few elements that really get you worked up. “You’re not going to put on a condom?”

The question gives him pause, the suggestion settling in as he notches the head into your throbbing channel. The idea of being forced, or in this case coerced, into a man cumming inside you is something you’ve shared with him but it’s not yet worked its way into the bedroom.

“If you want to keep your job, you’ll shut up and open this sweet little cunt.” His hand twists into your hair as he slides deep, not stopping until you feel his hips at your backside. “There you go, just like that. You like the way my cock feels, don’t you?”

“It’s so deep,” you pant, the side of your face pressed into some report from earlier in the afternoon.

“Now,” he slaps your ass as he pulls out and thrusts back inside. He repeats the motion with another whack that pulls a moan out of your throat. “I want you to tell me how much you want it. Say please Mr. Winchester, cum in my pussy.”

“I can’t,” you put up a show. “You can’t-”

He yanks your hair back, pulling your face off the desk as he drills into your cunt. “Say it.”

“Please!” you cry out, hands digging into the hardwood of the desk. “Please Mr. Winchester, please cum in my pussy.”

“Again,” he grits, fucking you hard and fast.

“Please cum in my pussy. Please, I want it so bad.”

“I know you do.” He purrs, using his free hand to press down on your lower back, keeping you in place as his pace grows faster still, hammering into you.

You're close to orgasm, the way he has you bent over the desk means your clit is rubbing over the surface, creating perfect friction. You pant and moan, body winding up for the release as the fantasy culminates in his cock stroking hard and deep with every thrust of his hips.

“Can I cum, Mr. Wincester!” You hold back waiting for permission.

“No,” he spits out, the hand on your back wrapping around your throat. “Don’t you dare, don’t you dare even think about it.”

“Shit,” you sputter, sending your mind somewhere else. It’s the only way to hold back when you're teetering on the edge. You hope he’ll cum soon because you can’t hold out much longer and right on cue he grinds forward, pressing into your thighs with all his weight as he cums. Breathing hot and heavy, he slowly pulls out, sending a gush of his wet and warm release down your thighs.

But Sam’s not done yet.

“Turn around,” he commands.

Standing on shaking legs you turn to face him. He tucks his shiny dick back into his underwear and gets his clothes back in place as you stand there with his seed dripping from your sex.

“You almost came, didn’t you?” He snakes closer, a hand threading back into your hair to hold you in place. “I could feel it, feel how tight your pussy got at the end.”

“Yes,” you nod, looking up at him as his hand snakes back between your legs.

“I guess I’ll let you keep your job.” A villainous grin tugs at the corners of his mouth and your entire body responds, shaking with desire. “But I have to be sure you’ll never tell anyone.”

“I won’t,” you promise.

“I have to be sure. And do you know how I do that?” He asks and you shake your head, no. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want to recount how wet you were. How you asked me to cum inside you. Only someone who was willing would ask for that. But you’re going to ask me something else, too.”

“What?” You’re practically vibrating with anticipation.

“Say, I want to taste you.”

You blink, getting a vague idea of where this is going.

“I want to taste you,” you repeat quietly.

“Please stick your fingers in my pussy.”

Oh fuck.

“Please stick your fingers in my pussy...so I can have them in my mouth.” You add the last part and before it even leaves your mouth Sam is nodding in approval.

“Good girl,” he praises. His index and middle finger slip easily into your used cunt, twirling and bending until he’s coated in a mix of your arousal and his seed. “Open up.”

You dutifully let your mouth fall open as he slides his finger over your tongue.

“Open your eyes and look at me.” He instructs. You look up, watching as he moves his fingers back and forth over your tongue. “Now suck.”

You whimper, empty pussy clenching around nothing as you suck the spiced taste of your sex off him. After a few minutes of massaging your tongue, he removes his hand only to have his fingers wiggle back into your pussy, pressing inside as far as he can get.

“Now, you’re going to show me just how much of a whore you really are,” he explains calmly, pumping in and out of your slit. “Open your mouth again.”

You open up and this time his wet, warm fingers stroke over your tongue a couple of times before wiggling further, toward the back of your throat. You gag and he tsks, stilling his hand until you compose yourself and then pressing further and further until you’re practically choking on his knuckles.

Out of nowhere, his other hand is between your legs, finding your clit and pinching the delicate nub with enough force to make you gasp, his finger sliding even deeper. He rubs your clit a few times before you cum, gargling and moaning around his fingers and fighting to stay upright. Your cunt clenches, eyes watering, entire body experiencing the incredible pleasure, wave after wave of sweet relief.

“Fuck,” Sam whispers, slowly withdrawing his hand from your mouth. He wipes off his fingers on your cheek as you gasp for a full breath, still twitching from the release. He watches you trembling, letting out a little chuckle designed to stoke all levels of sexual humiliation that you know and love so well. “You just came gagging on the taste of your own cunt. No one would ever believe you didn’t want this.”

You’re breathless, entire body flushed from the power of the orgasm and now his taunting little speech. God, you wish it was a weekend so you could go home and ride him into the mattress.

“Thank you,” your voice wavers. “Thank you for allowing me the chance to show you how grateful I am for this job...Mr. Winchester.”

“I have a feeling you’ll continue to work hard for me.” He smiles, leaning down to kiss your lips.

“Really, thank you. This was incredible.” You grin against his mouth. “This could become a whole fantasy for me.”

“Me too.”

He watches you clean yourself up, throwing used Kleenex into the trash before pulling yourself together enough to make the walk out of the building.

“I’ll drop you off,” he offers as you gather up your laptop and bag. “Or you could just come over. It’s late, that might make the most sense.”

“I’d love a ride but I can’t come over. I do need to go home tonight,” you explain. “I have a new dress I want to wear for the presentation tomorrow and I need to clean my kitchen. Maybe you could come over tomorrow? I’d like you to see my place.”

“I’d like that.”

Sam waits as you turn off the lights and lock up, then escorts you toward the elevators, both of you blissfully unaware of Cole watching through the cracked door of his darkened office.

[huphilpuffs]

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chapter: 11/? summary: Dan’s body has been broken for as long as he can remember, and he’s long since learned to deal with it. Sort of. But when his symptoms force him to leave uni and move into a new flat with a stranger named Phil, he finds that ignoring the pain isn’t the way to make himself happy. word count: 3000 rating: mature warnings: chronic illness, chronic pain, medicine a/n: It was fibromylagia awareness day yesterday so I wanted to take a moment to thank all the people who have taken time to read this story. If you don't have fibro, I hope it's given you, to whatever extent, a better understanding of the illness. Thank you all for making me feel valid and visible for the first time in 6 years. I love you guys. and a huge thank you goes to @obsessivelymoody for beta reading this for me!

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Phil’s still home on Thursday.

Dan stumbles out of his bedroom, a little steadier, breathing easier than he was yesterday, and Phil’s sitting at the breakfast bar. His laptop is open in front of him, leg bouncing until his knee hits the counter. Dan winces, feeling the phantom ache of it in his own knee as he watches Phil lean down to smooth a hand over his bright yellow pyjama pants.

He wants to ask, voice his questions as to why Phil’s been home all week. Since Dan moved in, Phil’s hours have been a predictable nine to five, Monday to Friday.

But it’s Thursday. And Dan’s limping his way to the sofa. And Phil’s sitting in their kitchen in his pyjamas.

Dan doesn’t ask. He groans, because his breath caught in his chest and the pressure against his ribs aches. Phil turns around, eyes wide, mouth twisted into a frown.

“You okay?”

Dan nods. His fingers curl against the wall he’s been using for support as he presses forward, trips over his feet as he makes his way to the sofa. The curtain is still drawn over the windows. Dan wonders if Phil misses the brilliance of afternoon sunlight shining in his home. He blinks the thought away, letting his head fall back against the cushions.

He listens to Phil close his laptop, the drag of the barstool against the floor.

“How are you feeling today?” asks Phil.

Dan hums. “Little better,” he says. “Still pretty shit.”

“Do you want a smoothie?”

He hums again, not bothering with words because he can already hear Phil walking around, opening cabinets and grabbing things from the fridge. There’s a crinkle of plastic and a whir of the blender, and Dan swallows against the bubble of guilt keeping him from enjoying being taken care of.

When Phil comes into the living room, he has a glass with a silly straw in one hand, and an actual ice pack in the other. Dan stares at it, brows furrowed, until Phil lets out a chuckle that sounds a little too high-pitched.

“I went shopping this morning,” he says. Dan looks up to see that his cheeks have gone pink. “I thought that maybe an actual ice pack and heating pad would be more helpful than frozen peas and a washcloth. But, I mean, if you’d rather– I can go get the peas if you want. Oh, and I got you another blanket, but you need to tell me if its soft–”

Dan reaches forward, grabs the ice pack from Phil’s hand, and presses it to the side of his neck that’s felt swollen since he woke up. A smile twitches at the corner of Phil’s mouth, and Dan finds himself smiling back.

He takes the smoothie, too, sipping at it slowly. Phil doesn’t return to his laptop in the kitchen, and instead settles onto the sofa next to Dan, in the same spaces they occupied yesterday. Close and easy, and Dan finds he appreciates the companionship, the warm way Phil makes him feel a little more okay.

“Does your neck hurt a lot usually?” asks Phil, when Dan’s glass is mostly empty and they’ve been sitting in silence for a few long minutes.

Dan reaches up, switching the ice pack from the left side of his neck to the right. “Do you really want to know?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” says Phil.

His eyes are so wide, so blue, so sincere, that Dan almost believes he just wants to know. That Phil could actually just care about all the ways Dan’s body is broken.

“Oh,” he says, looking away because Phil’s smiling and Dan doesn’t know how to say this to someone who actually cares. “Yeah, it’s usually pretty sore.”

“Sore how?” asks Phil, all soft and kind and caring. “You don’t– I just want to know how you’re feeling.”

He’s said that before. Dan’s mind reminds him of it, vivid and bright and beautiful. Phil in his button up instead of pyjamas, with a frown to replace his smile, asking how Dan felt instead of what other people, actual authorities on health, had to say. Tears burn behind his eyes. Dan stares at his own lap so Phil doesn’t see.

“A few ways,” he whispers. “The back of it is super sensitive to touch. And the sides, like where my throat is, get swollen a lot. Makes it hard to swallow. It’s weak, hard to hold my head up sometimes.”

“Oh,” says Phil. “That must suck.”

Dan’s responding laugh rumbles in his chest, hurts his ribs. “Yeah, it does.”

They don’t say another word for a few moments. Dan’s smoothie’s gone lukewarm, but he sips at the rest of it, staring into the disappearing swirls of yellow. It tastes like mango today. When he glances over at Phil, it’s to find him still staring at Dan.

“Sorry,” he hears himself say. “I didn’t mean to– You didn’t need to know all that.”

But Phil shakes his head, reaches over to press a warm palm to the bend of Dan’s knee. “No, I wanted to know,” he says, still smiling in that way that makes Dan’s whole body buzz with a foreign sense of ease. “Can we talk about it more? Not now but sometime. I want to know your … boundaries.”

He’s said that word before, too. And Dan’s mind, as achy and annoying as it is, flashes with dark nights and evening glows and careful touches and genuine consideration and–

“How are you like this?”

Dan’s cheeks go red the moment he says it, burning so much he contemplates pressing the ice pack to his face and hiding his flush behind it.

“Are other people not?” asks Phil.

Dan almost laughs at the absurdity of the idea of other people caring about his problems the way Phil does.

“No,” he says. “They’re not.”

---

They do nothing again on Thursday.

And again on Friday.

The new blanket Phil got him is soft enough, and stays draped over the sofa so Dan doesn’t need to carry his back and forth. The heating pad soothes the tense muscles of his back. The ice pack feels more comfortable pressed to the aching parts of his body than the frozen veggies did.

Dan can still only drink smoothies. The TV stays off because his head aches when it’s on. The apartment is still darkened by the curtain Taylor had put up.

Phil stays home on Friday. His pyjamas are blue and Star Wars themed, and he spend most of the day with his fringe pushed back over his forehead. Dan almost asks, again, why he’s home midday during the week. But he curls up in his blanket instead, an ice back resting his nape and a smile on his face as he watches the dimmed screen of Phil’s laptop.

He goes to bed on Friday night with more sleep aids in his system, his throat still numb from the evening smoothie Phil made for him, and actually falls asleep for once.

---

Dan’s feeling a little better on Saturday.

He can walk from his bedroom to the lounge without needing to lean on a wall for support. The blare of the blender doesn’t send splices of agony lancing through his mind. Drawing their makeshift curtain just a bit allows sunlight to warm his skin without burning it, without making his head ache.

For breakfast, he has half a smoothie and a scrambled egg, and pride gleams so beautifully in Phil’s eyes that Dan’s usual protest at being patronized never comes.

They end up settled on the sofa again. The cushions have already started to shape to Dan’s spine, and Phil still tends to press himself to the arm rest as though he’s trying to occupy the least space possible. Dan’s phone sits on his knees and Phil holds his in his hand, and they spend most of the morning doing nothing.

Again.

“Being sick is so boring.”

Phil looks up from his phone. The curtain is open again today, but only halfway, so it casts a sharp line of contrast against Phil’s cheek. It makes his pale skin glow in the sunlight, his one eye look a deeper, softer blue in the shadows. Dan swallows, trying not to feel bad when Phil’s lips draw into a frown.

“Do you want to do something?”

Dan laughs, a bitter rumble that barely passes through his lips. “I can’t,” he says. “That’s how this works.”

“Right,” says Phil. “Can you tell me about it?”

It’s soft, a little shy, and Phil dips his head until his fringe falls over his eyes. Dan knows he’s the one who needs a special blanket so his skin can handle touch, the one who’s too sick to leave the house or play video games or eat normal food, but he still wants to reach out and smooth a palm over the tense line of Phil’s shoulders.

With anyone else, he would shrug, mumbling a lie. Would wrap his blanket around his shoulders and curl his body into a ball, pretending that the sensitive nerves in his chest didn’t burn at the touch.

He does that anyway, drawing his knees onto the sofa so he can hug them close and wrap the grey flannel of his blanket around his body. He falls forward so his cheek rests on his kneecaps, the hard press of bone on bone making pain flare in his face.

“What do you want to know?”

Phil shrugs. “Just, like, um, what happens?” He laughs, low and sad, and Dan frowns. “Sorry. I know that’s really vague.”

“It’s okay,” says Dan, even though, if Phil was anybody else, there would be a bitter twist of anger in his gut. “I get tired, and it hurts a lot,”

“Where?”

Dan swallows. “Every where.”

Phil’s eyes go wide. His voice cracks when he speaks: “When?”

“All the time,” says Dan, chest tight, tears stinging behind his eyes.

He watches Phil read up, swipe his fringe to the side. The half of his face alight with sunshine looks too pale. His eyes are too blue, and gleam with what Dan pretends isn’t a tear.

“For how long?”

Dan groans at that. His back hurts from being hunched forward and it’s growing too warm in his little blanket wrap. A tear falls, starts to roll down his cheek, and he turns his face to wipe it against his knee. Phil’s still staring at him, Dan can feel it prickling at his skin. He doesn’t look back at Phil, even though the press of his knees to his face feels like a jab to the bridge of his nose.

“Five years,” he mumbles.

It’s muffled by the blanket, but Dan knows Phil hears it from the hitch in his breath. “That doesn’t even–”

“Make sense?” says Dan. “I know.”

He can barely breathe now, his chest hurts so much. His knees are damp where tears have soaked through his blanket, left smears across his cheeks. The sofa cushion dips beneath him, but Dan can’t bring himself to look up and see how Phil’s shifted.

“It makes sense,” says Phil. “I just– It sounds like so much. My brain can’t understand.”

“Neither can mine.”

Phil falls so quiet Dan can hear the hitch of his own breath as he tries not to cry. His joints feel locked now, curled up in a ball and never ready to come back out. His eyes burn even more at the flex of his ankles and tightness in his elbows and the ache in every rung of his spine.

“Dan?” whispers Phil.

“Yeah?”

“Can I–”

His hand drifts over Dan’s spine, settles just below the jut of his shoulder blades. A little higher, Dan thinks, and Phil would be touching the points that make him want to cry out in pain. But like this, a breath shudders in his chest, and he nods his head against the tight press of his knees to his face.

Phil’s hand is warm, so warm. A gentle pressure against Dan’s spine that has him wanting to lean in, press himself to Phil’s side and cry for all the months he’s spent pretending to be okay.

A sob rips through his chest. Phil goes to pull away, but Dan shakes his head against his knees. He fumbles with the blanket until his hand is free to reach out, find the fabric of Phil’s shirt and grip it between his fingers. Phil’s hand runs along the hunched curve of Dan’s spine, and Dan tugs him closer.

There’s only a second of hesitation before Phil’s shifting until there’s barely any space between them, hand drifting below Dan’s shoulder blades until his arm is draped over Dan’s back and drawing him in.

“Hey,” he’s mumbling, voice hushed, drowning in Dan’s sobs. “Hey, Dan, come here. You’re okay. I– I don’t know what to say but– I’m here. You’re okay.”

Dan chokes on a sob. Phil’s other hand comes up, coasts through Dan’s hair.

“Tell me if I hurt you, okay?”

Dan nods, presses himself into Phil’s side as another cry breaks through his chest.

Phil holds him tight and careful and gentle and Dan’s breathing starts to slow after long minutes. His fingers give out, falling away from Phil’s shirt. Tears stop coming, leaving his eyes swollen and burning, and him barely able to open them.

He realizes, again, that he’s not wearing a shirt. And that he’s pressed his chest to Phil’s side and his head to Phil’s neck and Phil is sitting there, breathing warm and steady against the top of Dan’s head.

“Dan?”

His chest aches, tight and still shuddering with cries. “Yeah?”

Phil runs his fingers through Dan’s hair again, keeps holding him tight. “You’re amazing.”

Dan’s eyes slam closed. One last tear rolls down his cheek.

No one, in six years of Dan being sick, has ever responded with that.

---

Dan stays nestled against Phil’s side.

He’s not entirely sure how it happened. One moment he’s letting his tears soak into the fabric of Phil’s pyjama shirt, and the next he’s sitting there with his head resting on Phil’s shoulder and Phil’s arm still draped around his back. The touch should hurt, Dan thinks. It does hurt.

But Phil asks, “Is this okay?”, and he sounds like he doesn’t want to move away, like he doesn’t care that his collar’s still damp and Dan’s trapped him on the sofa.

And even though a dull ache erupts where Phil’s body is pressed against Dan’s side, Dan nods.

So they stay that way. Phil’s fingers drift between Dan’s shoulder and the back of his head, careful not to touch his sensitive nape. Dan tries to pace his breathing to the steady, painless rise and fall of Phil’s chest. The TV’s still off. Phil doesn’t pick up his phone. They sit there, silent and pressed together, until Dan notices the sun has started to lower in the sky.

“Sorry,” he whispers.

Phil’s fingers are in his hair again, tracing patterns against the back of Dan’s head.

“For what?” says Phil.

Dan tries to lift his head, but his neck feels weak and his body can’t draw away from the warmth of Phil’s body.

“Making you spend today like this,” he says, turning to muffle the words against Phil’s shoulder. “For being useless all week.”

Phil’s arm tenses, fingers curling against Dan’s skull. “You’re not useless,” says Phil, his voice sharp. “You’re not– Being sick doesn’t make you useless, Dan.”

Something bitter and far too sweet curls at Dan’s heart, a small smile drawing at this cheeks. That's another thing that no one's ever bothered to say, that no one's ever thought.

Phil’s fingers are back to tracing patterns in his hair, and it's so easy to just sit there and sink into the calming pressure. Sleep draws at the back of his mind, has his eyes falling closed. The sun is still fairly high in the sky, still paints the city in daytime blue, but crying and confessions and cuddles leech the energy from his bones as much as his last day at work did.

He reaches up, tentatively, to press a palm to Phil's chest, and curls a little deeper into Phil's touch. His heartbeat under Dan's hand is as steady as his breathing.

Dan wonders if it's as easy for Phil as it is for him, to just exist like this.

His eyes stay closed. The burn of tears has lingered far too long, and dissipates without the brightness of life to make it worse. His bones are so heavy he's not sure he could pull away if he tried.

With a stuttered breath, Dan realizes how easy it would be to fall asleep like this, with Phil's arm around him, holding him close.

"Phil?"

"Yeah?"

Dan swallows. His sleepy mind conjures memories like dreams, of the night Dan had his feet on Phil's lap, of a whole week of being use– not useless with Phil just there.

"Why were you home this week?" asks Dan, because it's been lingering at the back of his mind since Tuesday, because Taylor's words still ricochet in his chest like warm possibilities weighted with implication.

Phil's fingers pause in Dan's hair. "I didn't want you to be alone," he says. "You could barely walk on Monday and I– you needed someone."

"So you weren't supposed to be off?"

Phil's chest rumbles under Dan's palm as he laughs. "No," he says. "But I'm glad I called in."

Dan's brains going more hazy. Phil's hand is so warm against the back of his head. His presence so stupidly calming.

"Why?" he hears himself say.

Phil turns his head. Dan can feel his smile against his crown.

"You needed someone."

Maybe it's his tired brain, but Dan's pretty sure Phil's not talking about needing someone to help him walk and bring his ice packs and make him smoothies.

And he's pretty sure Phil's right.

[resbang-bookclub]

AMA Transcript: bouquet garni

Next up, @skadventuretime, @guacamoletrash and @jamesfalt (Souly on Discord) stopped by to chat about their Resbang, bouquet garni! Here’s some of what went down:

Q: Madi, how did you come up with everyone's characters, like Harvar being a gaming streamer and Tsu and Liz being farmers etc. etc. because I thought those were all really unique and interesting!

madi: Ahaha let's see, I started planning this back last... May? and talking with the beta crew, as one does. And naturally marsh [ @marshofsleep ] , enabler that she is, just put it out there.

madi: And I was just playing a bunch of overwatch at the time and thought he'd be a good gamer nerd, and also I had decided to make this Extra self-indulgent, so I was like “my city now”. I basically poured all of my friend feels into [Harvar] and Anya in particular. The past couple years have been rougher for me, but I've had some really spectacular friends, and I decided Maka and Soul needed them, too.

Q: The part with the sword and stuff, I just…

madi: OH THAT ahahahaha. Okay yeah that was end of Resbang crunch time and me being extra 'fuck it.'

madi: That was what the team thought about that.

Q: Artist-chans, what programs do you use and how does your arting process go? And how is guac so good at playlisting??

Souly: I use paint tool SAI :0 I might still have some of my progress pics, lemme look.

guac: Lol. I don't think I'm super good at it but I do enjoy music a lot and like to make playlists so maybe that's it!

Souly: Yeah here we go. Mid lining.

I did it a lil differently than I normally do. I normally line everything and then do flats but I was actually super behind bc of life stuff so I just started doing flats per character after their lines were done. This is a sample of what the layers look like:

madi: Man how do u keep track of ur layers? Or is it like, a sixth sense?

Souly: I go off of the little layer previews and hope the layer has what I'm looking for.

madi: LOL that sounds like me.

Souly: I also like... tend to set up layers for characters a specific way so I can normally find those?

guac: BRUH THAT'S SO MANY LAYERS.

Q: Did you have a favorite character to write? 8)

madi: I just love writing Star being balls to the walls ridiculous. The saxophone thing came about because I saw this video and was like oh my god it's Black Star in the flesh: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMyqasy2Lco . But I also really liked writing Maka being sort of the one with issues, too.

Q: Which character in your fic did you most identify with? And was it purposeful or accidental?

madi: Iiiiiiii'd have to say I identified with [Maka] the most this fic, for once. Usually it's soul, but I ended up pouring a lot of myself into her, and it was both purposeful and accidental how it all worked out.

Q: I’m surprised, because there were a lot of things I noticed about Soul that I know are you-things!

madi: Yeah!!! I definitely can't help that with him, they both got a lot of me.

Q: I know you said this fic was super personal and self-indulgent so was it generally pretty easy to write because of that, or did you have trouble?

madi: Hmmmm yeah I definitely had some trouble. About 20k in, I sort of lost the emotional thread of it, and whined a lot to Bones [ @adulterclavis ] about what I could do to fix it, and it turned out that I just needed to talk to someone about it to find where I wanted to go again, and then it got easier. I still struggled for sure not having a traditional Big Antagonist plotline thing, it was more personal and then Maka's mom… Bones let me cry in her inbox about writing.

Q: What brought about your characterization of Mama Albarn (who i still hate btw >: ((( )?

madi: You are not the only one...

guac: I'm always ready to fight her.

madi: Okay so, basically Mama Albarn came about just from how I used to (and still sometimes do) talk to myself. It's that internalized idea you always have to be perfect, and if you aren't given everything you've been given and have, then you're weak and a fuckup and how dare you not be the best? DEFINITELY a toxic mindset, and Bad. And this fic was sort of exorcising that, a little. This was an external abusive deal, but you can absolutely develop abusive thought patterns towards yourself, and you can also free yourself from them, like Maka was ultimately able to.

Q: Was there a scene in particular you really enjoyed?

madi: I heckin’ loved the butt lamp scene. It honestly kept me going, knowing I'd be able to write that monstrosity. And also drunk Kid, who marsh aptly named Five Drink Amy. AND THEN GUAC skl;dfkld. So there was this, right, and then guac

madi: Which linked to THIS PIC:

madi: And we all could not stop laughing.

Q: What was the hardest part to write?

madi: I got stuck at the end of chapter 3, and I ultimately added another section on to it to make it work, but I think deciding how I wanted to transition from her debauched night out into a Soul POV chapter given what I wanted each person to sort of be faced with was probably the hardest thing for me. This whole deal was largely driven by me groping in the dark at what felt right.

Q: PS I loved the debauched night out. And Patty's drinks.

madi: I loved patty in this!! Bones wanted to marry her, so I know it Worked Out. She was another fun one to write, as were her drinks ahaha.

Q: What was your favorite thing about this Resbang in particular?

madi: Oh jeez, hm. I think my favorite thing was doing a better job fleshing out the side characters in Harv and Anya and Kid and Star. That was something I regret not doing better in my older work, so I'm happy I got to try my hand at giving people other than Soul/Maka some personality.

guac: They became such a cute little chosen family.

Q: Why a food-themed story specifically? What about that appealed to you? (For everyone!)

madi: (Apeeled).

Souly: I fucking love SoMa. [And] the cooking aspect really drew me in... idk why but I've always had a thing for those kinds of things with anime I'm into?

guac: My current relationship started with them teaching me how to cook real food cause I used to eat like a garbage can, so I was like ‘welp this is gonna be hella cute, count me in.’

madi: Omg, I didn't know that, that's ADORABLE.

guac: Shhhhh. I don't talk about my feelings very much. But yeah. I was like ‘a SoMa AU about my life!!!’

Souly: Honestly yeah same, I feel like I also like... connected with Maka about being poor and just buying shit to eat.

madi: Let's see, I had a prompt sitting in my inbox FOREVER that was like 'I’m obsessed with a food blogger who writes about cheap ways to be gourmet in your 20s and I flirt with them over comments but they never post pictures of their face and ALSO there’s a really cute grocery bagger at the store down the street who teases me and always asks to join me for dinner and I definitely want to say yes AU' that I was initially gonna go with, and originally it was a little closer to this deal. My first blush ideas for this sort of had the drama in not knowing who was whom, and the big reveal being the climax, or something like Maka thinking Soul was taken because she thought he was involved with the comment girl and then that whole drama. But then I thought that that sorta thing had been done before, and I wanted this to be less about the drama of the reveal and more about the process of them growing closer, I guess. And I also looooooove cooking and baking, so that definitely bled through.

Q: I thought it was a neat shake up how you didn’t make the reveal the crux of the whole thing.

madi: Ahahaha yeah, I definitely thought about it, but ultimately wanted this to be less 'gasp, it's YOU!' because the reader knows, and if I wanted to make the reader invested, I'd have to keep them apart and do the kinda drama I wasn't feeling for this fic. The insta bit came about because I spend some time looking at food pics before I go to sleep, and that provided a lot of insp for that section. Half of my degree is in nutrition, so I like to see the recipes people come up with, and also roll my eyes at some of the bougie stuff, because insta is definitely a Platform for that, depending on where you end up haha. Also like, I definitely took some things I've experienced flat out and added them in, like Harv shoving Maka electrolyte packets. Last year when I was deep in the sad pit, my diet was terrible, and I knew it, but I wasn't doing much about it. And then one day I was talking to Bones and my leg muscle kept spasming, and she was like dude when was the last time you've gotten minerals and I was like .....oh. So she sent me a link for those packets to hold me over on days I wasn’t getting them from my diet ahaha. Bones is also where some of Kid came from, and bits of Anya.

Q: Where did you get your recipes? I want a cookbook based on this fic p...please.

modi: Okay okay let me find some of the recipes that inspired things:

https://showmetheyummy.com/crockpot-mexican-chicken-recipe/ https://www.instagram.com/p/BfWNxv9HuHg/?hl=en&taken-by=thefeedfeed.

[Bones] was also the steak recipe insp!

madi: The kitchn, thefeedfeed, showmetheyummy, minimalistbaker were all feeds that I was inspired by, and then I just improv’d from there, because I have cooked all or most of the things I described in there. AND IT'S WHERE MAKA'S CUPCAKE GAZING CAME FROM. LOOK AT THE GLORIOUS MOUNTAIN OF ICING https://www.instagram.com/p/BaRGvjGDBpr/?hl=en&taken-by=thescranline

Q: Did you feel like your writing has changed at all during writing this?

madi: Yeah, for sure! I thought that this year I got better at characterizing people, adding some personality to them that was a little more nuanced than I'd done before. I think I absorbed some of Bones's longer sentence style, which I personally tend to like even though I am still getting a handle on it, and I think I got better at describing things in general. Next step is being better with plot and tightening up the language a little more >:) Most of the changes, I think, were sentence style and how I handled dialogue, which is usually harder for me.

Q: Artists: did you learn any new techniques that you plan to practice or improve on any you've been trying to learn?

Souly: Oh yeah, I learned doing flats as I go with lines actually speeds up the process slightly... I practiced a different lighting technique that I never did end up going with but I kinda figured out what I need to do to make it work. It sadly just didn't work with how I set up this pic.

madi: Oooo nice, linework is Intimidating but you made it look easy.

guac: I am just glad to force myself to make stuff. Glad to be here. Thought my drawing of bodies got better (thanks Black Star).

madi: Y'all don't understand the sound I made when I saw guac drew the apron.

Souly: That Blackstar pic is my fave.

Q: WHAT'S NEXT, everybody? ;D

madi: >;) well, I have a secret project that I thought of last year that I am not yet sure will be a Resbang or a chaptered dealio, so I want to pick at that. Then I have a chaptered Star vs the Forces of Evil fic I need to update, and I owe Pip [ @paperypiper ] like two or three Noragami fluff pieces, and SILLY’S BDAY SMUT. Which will proabbly be like a whole year late but whatever I’m sorry, I will try to make it extra spicy.

Souly: I'm signing up for a few zines! I'm currently waiting for them to open apps but I'm looking at an Enstars zine, FMA tarot project, and some YOI zines. I was also recently in the Soul Eater reversal zine that just closed preorders the other day so I'm waiting to be able to post my piece :0

guac: I'm arting for the BNHA big bang and mostly consumed by school. Who knows what will happen next! There's a little pop punk lyrics + anime project I'm working on so maybe I'll show it to the world someday soon. We will see.

madi: OH YEAH I’m writing for that bang too! AND GUAC GOT ME AS AN ARTIST. It's the ultimate resonance.

[ask-magala]

MH World Beta - Thoughts and Impressions

Thanks to @stygian-zinogre-zero who was ok with me stealing borrowing her ps4 for an hour to play the World Beta! I got to play all three hunts and I used two weapons, but no online (didn't have time). Here are some of my thoughts. Oh yeah, this is a pretty long post so I separated things into categories.

Spoilers Ahead!

Controls

Holy cow this game is smooth! Playing with the awesome ps4 controller is a blast.

The button placement is good but a bit weird for me because I’m coming from the 3DS. That's why I decided to change my main weapon (more on that below)

Gameplay

Because of smooth controls I feel like this game is less clunky than 4U and Gen. 

Dodging is great, much more control than I had in the 3ds games.

Little to no lag! It takes a while to load the map but once it does the map is pretty much free reign for you to explore. Super smooth and barely noticeable zone transitions.

No stamina loss while traversing is great, but it's jarring when you start the hunt. I was trying to ignore a pack of Jagras but because they follow you I could not start the no stamina loss mode of running.

Tracker bugs…I’m not sure if I like it. It's useful for finding things and the tracking mechanic is awesome, but many times I got lost because the bugs would pick up on something random.

Mantles are really cool. They add a new dimension to how you traverse the land. Because of the infinite running, I didn't really pause to check out the land until I started using mantles. Not really my style but hey they are cool.

Lock on works better for me than in the 3ds games.

Running and healing is great and not too overpowered since you slow down while drinking any potions.

UI and HUD

I have a love/hate relationship with the HUD of this game. First and foremost, it works. Everything is where I want it to be. HUD is out of the way and lets me enjoy my game. Also it works great for HH. At the same time some of the stuff I want clearer on HUD is a bit hard to find, such as stamina and items.

UI is nice and streamlined, but it's missing that Monster Hunter aesthetic I really like from the previous games. Yeah the item icons are the same and all but the UI design feels more like a modern ps4 game. It works but meh when it comes to design. I realize this is only the beta and may change in the final. (plz change Capcom)

Sound

It feels like I am playing Jurassic Park. I miss the old Monster Hunter horn sounds and derpy Myas! from my cats.

Music does add to the vast atmosphere the game tries to capture. But Tri I think does this  better while keeping with that MH vibe (kinda like Breath of the Wild ost vs every other Zelda game ost, more atmospheric but not really classic TLoZ).

However monster themes are still great. Dramatic and transition nicely.

Monsters

Great Jagras = I really like the iguana design, definitely matches the tropical feel of the map. It's a bit weak (though it may be because of the Beta and because I am a veteran hunter) for my taste as the first Jaggi monster. Great Jaggi is still the better starter monster in my opinion.

Barroth = Mud pupper is back and his head is as hard as I remember. I didn't really get to see it roll in the mud as often as before though, and the fight felt easier? (again could be because it's the Beta). I really like the mud effects, makes it looked “armored” rather than just muddy.

Jyuratodus = Heh, it's a weaker mud Plesoth. But that’s not a bad thing. It really teaches hunters to watch out for the muddy water. I didn't see it  until it lept out to attack. This was my first encounter with monster that fight each other. This muddy was fighting the above mud pupper and it was awesome. Used that to my advantage and whatnot. It is weaker, I will say that. But its size is not something to underestimate (this thing is big).

Anjanath = Not what I was expecting. This monster is freaking tall. Like really tall. At first I thought the colorations and design were a bit weird, but when you play, it all works together. The fin and nose flares make it look even bigger, along with its fur shoulder coat. Flare attack is scary when you least expect it. Personally I ended up liking this guy more than I thought I would :)

The monsters overall look great. They are big and use the entire area for their advantage. More than once, Barroth lured me into the swamp to slow me down, putting the fight to its advantage.

I had the same pinned to the corner issues as the 3ds games but I was able to dodge out of monster attacks easier than in the 3ds games.

Hip checks are back! But they aren't as annoying as I remember. Maybe the hitboxes are a bit better this time around?

Weapons (I only got to use CB and HH)

Charge Blade

Smooth. I felt like I could do more with this system than with 3ds. Guard points were easier for me this time around.

Muscle memory from the 3ds made me miss press buttons more than once. Dodging is now in a different place… This is a personal issue and not an issue with the game.

I found one of the new combos but I will have to play a bit more to see if I would use it.

Ok this is my biggest issue = the weapon charge levels are not clear at all. One of the most important parts of using CB is charging your weapon based on the amount of damage dealt. This causes your sword to glow yellow then red indicating the amount of charge. Despite having my weapon drawn it was not clear to me at all compared to it in 4U and Gen. I ended up using the HUD to determine what color I was on. It doesn't help that your tracker bug glows neon green and totally blocks your yellow/red glowing phials.  

Is the demo CB… Rathian? It looks just like the Rathian CB...

Hunting Horn

Holy crap HH got buffed again! And it is freakin awesome.

New system for playing songs and encores is great. One of the issues of HH is losing songs while you are attacking. By saving up to 3 songs at a time I was able to be more aggressive and get my buffs at the same time.

The HUD helps so much. You don't have to memorize songs any more since they appear very nicely on the HUD. Its non intrusive and easier to understand than before. Does it make using HH easier? Not really, since playing the songs is a bit different than before, mostly because of the fact that songs are saved for your convenience now.

Weapon feels great, like a fluid long hammer. It's bigger than I remember…

Is the demo HH… Nergigante? The spikes make me feel like it is… but then again this is early game? Also it doesn't sound nice (boo why not give us a nicer sounding one Capcom?)

If you have ever considered using HH, definitely give it a shot for World, it's much better (though the buffs it got in Gen are nice too)

Customization

Its nice. Go drool over a customization video. Also cats are adorbs and I want them all.

Final Thoughts

The Good

Controls are nice and fluid. It's nice to play on a big screen with a very nice controller. PS4 controller is one of the best in my opinion (next to gamecube and switch pro)

Map is very smooth, no lag with transitions. Runs very nicely, even though we are using a basic ps4 not the pro.

Horn got buffs and its awesome. Probably gonna be my main over CB for this game. My muscle memory from the 3ds makes it hard for me to play CB now.

Environments and monster design are nice. I know people were complaining about washed out colors but its not as bad as you think. Vibrant colors would look very out of place in this game. Monsters still have some vibrancy, but the key here is textures. The textures are nice, like I can see each individual scale for Jagras and everything.

Access to item customization for the demo is great. Getting to see other armors is a nice touch.  

The Bad

Those tracker bugs will really take some getting used to. While tracking is a really cool and immersive feature, the bugs make me ignore everything around me and focus only on tracking. When the bugs decide to not follow tracks I get annoyed and frustrated. I get that they pull you aside to look around, but they also do the opposite. You get no control over them unfortunately. They just go anywhere.

Because areas are connected it's not obvious that you are in a new area. This is both good and bad. Good because everything is seamless, bad because I had to backtrack several times because I went around by accident. Area differences are not obvious so its hard to tell if you are in a new area or not.

Only 20 mins? I know demos make the monsters weaker but I found myself needing more time for Ajanath because it was so hard to track it (look at tracker bug issue above)

Auto sheathing when monster is gone. Please give us the option to remove. As a CB and HH user it is critical that I know when my weapon is sheathed or not. Auto sheathing messes up my combos.

Overall I liked it. It's been a dramatic past few years for the MH team, considering that Generations was also a huge change in the traditional formula of Monster Hunter and Stories is a complete RPG spin off. Whether or not all of these changes should stay in the series is questionable. Tracking needs to be improved in my opinion.  They dictate a bit too much for my liking, even changing my camera angles when I didn't want them to. Despite this, the game is awesome. It still feels like Monster Hunter while also pulling the series into a new direction that it really needs. It's still the Monster Hunter we know and love with changes that add fluidity to the normally clunky gameplay. It's not Dark Souls and it's definitely not Bloodborne, but fans of those may like this new more fluid MH.

Am I going to get it? Absolutely, if I actually had a system to play it on. Unfortunately I am a Nintendo fan and unless Capcom releases World for the Switch or it is still popular by the time I get a new PC, I am not going to be able to play. For those of you getting, you are in for a treat. Happy Hunting!

[crazy-moko]

Boyfriend (Beta): Kitagawa Shouta (SR) - Engrossing Taste

CV: KENN

Proofreaders: Jin

Heroine name: Takamiya Akane  **This is a name I gave for all the MC that’s not in Shouta’s story so I will be applying this to all of them from here on out.

IMPORTANT: Under a friend’s suggestion, I will be reposting my old translation of Boyfriend (Beta) from my blogspot on this tumblr as well. Only the ones I have posted of course. But I will change a few things here and there. Looking at my blogspot again, I see everything was terribly made and some things were hard to read. I did this translation years ago so the quality might be bad. I didn’t change much either.

TRANSLATION UNDER CUT

I'm a Halloween Master!

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Chapter 1

Takamiya Akane: (Today is Halloween! Everyone is all excited and dressed up in costumes!)

Kitagawa Shouta: Oh, isn’t it Akane? Are you 『Wizard of Oz』’s Dorothy? It suits you and you look cute~!

Takamiya Akane: Really? Thank you for the compliment!

Kitagawa Shouta: If you’re Dorothy, it would have been better if I’m the Lion~.

Takamiya Akane: *Giggles*, but then, we still won’t have everyone from 『Wizard of Oz』.

Kitagawa Shouta: Ah, in that case, maybe we can ask Natsuki to be 『Scarecrow』and Kengo to be 『Tin Woodman』.  Then we’ll have the perfect 『Wizard of Oz』 team!

Takamiya Akane: *Giggles*, the cast sounds interesting! 

Kitagawa Shouta: I have a pretty good sense for casting roles, right? Even so, you really are cute~! Even your hair is like the real Dorothy’s! ……ah, your hair ribbon came loose. I’ll tighten it for you! ……With this, it’s done! Yup, you’re definitely the cutest Dorothy!

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Chapter 2

Takamiya Akane: You look great in that cat costume too! Is there a reason you chose a cat?

Kitagawa Shouta: Yeah, I wore this because I want to start over! I’ve been doing this Halloween thing since I became aware of my surroundings! Every year, I’ve been dressing up at the orphanage before I was adopted by my current parents but even after I was adopted, I go there all the time! So I’ve been trying on every possible costume up until now. This year, I couldn’t think of a costume to wear so I decided to wear the first costume I wore!

Takamiya Akane: That means your first costume was a cat, right?

Kitagawa Shouta: Hehe, that’s right!

Takamiya Akane: Participating in Halloween every year since you were young sounds fun. I don’t know Halloween very well either so I’m kind of envious.

Kitagawa Shouta: In that case, let this Halloween Master teach you various things. Let’s enjoy this Halloween day to the fullest together!

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Chapter 3

Takamiya Akane: When talking about Halloween, of course the one thing we look forward to the most is the confectionery! 

Kitagawa Shouta: Well get some if say 『Trick or Treat』 to the teachers. Kazuki-sensei is over there so let’s go get some immediately! 

Kitagawa Shouta: Wo~w! Kazuki-sensei sure gave us a lot of baked sweets~! Isn’t this that super expensive one~?

Takamiya Akane: Yup, it’s a sweet from a famous pastry brand. I received them as a gift before but it was surprisingly delicious that I didn’t leave a scrap behind!

Kitagawa Shouta: Holy, are you serious~!? It just means that it’s just that delicious right? I’ve always wanted to try one of these once~! Al~right, I must try to eat this quickly~! ……Hmm? Hmmm!? …… It’s delicious! It’s too delicious! It’s overly delicious~……!

Takamiya Akane: *Giggles*, goodness, Kitagawa-kun. You have crumbs all over your face you know?

Kitagawa Shouta: Crap, I was too engrossed in eating! Erm, where is it?

Takamiya Akane: Here……there you go!

Kitagawa Shouta: Oh……! Yo-, you removed it for me? Hehe, thanks……!

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Chapter 4

Kitagawa Shouta: There are game booths outside and it seems that there are various types too~!

Takamiya Akane: You’re right and they all look fun!

Kitagawa Shouta: When I was a kid, I often play 『Apple Bobbing』!

Takamiya Akane: Is that perhaps a traditional Halloween game?

Kitagawa Shouta: Yup! It’s a game where the apples are spread out in the bucket of water and only using your mouth, you scoop up the apples. It’s actually much harder than it looks~! When talking about Halloween, pumpkins normally have a stronger image but it seems that those abroad never forget to include the apples too!

Takamiya Akane: I see, I never knew……! You really know it well!

Kitagawa Shouta: Hehe, didn’t tell you? That I’m the Halloween Master!

Halloween Executive Committee: Hey there Takamiya-san, Kitagawa-kun. There’s an apple peel fortune telling over there, want to try it out?

Takamiya Akane: Eh, apple peel fortune telling……!?

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Chapter 5

Kitagawa Shouta: Apple peel fortune telling is also one of Halloween’s traditional divinations!

Takamiya Akane: I see. But what kind of fortune telling is it?

Kitagawa Shouta: It’s a divination where you peel the apple without breaking the peel then throw it over your shoulder and the peel will show a shape. The peel seems to take the shape of the person’s future spouse’s initials. I’ve never really tried it before but the teacher at the orphanage taught me.

Takamiya Akane: Really? It sounds interesting. Since we’re here, let’s try it.

Halloween Executive Committee: In that case, peel this apple without breaking the peel.

Takamiya Akane: Okay, I understand! Without breaking it, without breaking it……��―

Kitagawa Shouta: Oh, you’re skillful~! If I did it, the peel might break off into pieces halfway through~.

Takamiya Akane: *Giggles*, that’s because I’m doing it cautiously. ……With this, it’s done……!

Kitagawa Shouta: Oh, a perfect peel. In that case, throw it over your shoulder!

Takamiya Akane: Throw it to the back right? Here we, go!

Kitagawa Shouta: It dropped to the ground! Oh, isn’t this……!

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Chapter 6

Takamiya Akane: It’s shaped in…… perhaps an 『Ｓ』?

Kitagawa Shouta: Ooh……! Yes~! It’s an 『Ｓ』ーー!

Takamiya Akane: Why are you so happy?

Kitagawa Shouta: Well, that’s because my name is 『Shouta』! Aren’t I a respectable 『Ｓ』? Doesn’t that make me a candidate for your future husband~!? Just the thought about it makes me want to jump with happiness!

Takamiya Akane: *Giggles*, it’s only a divination so we don’t know how the future will turn out, right?

Kitagawa Shouta: Even though you’re laughing like that, I think that it’s not uncommon to not be able to ridicule it when it happens. It’s said that fortunes told on Halloween are pretty accurate!

Takamiya Akane: Eh, really?

Kitagawa Shouta: That’s because Halloween Day is the day where magic is the strongest. It’s easier for divinations to be more accurate and it’s easier for wishes to come true.

Takamiya Akane: So that means the divination just now has a higher chance for success?

Kitagawa Shouta: That’s right! It's possible that we’ll get married in the future! Alright! Maybe I should make a wish that the divination is a success!

END

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Note: There’s around 6 guys in BF series (including Kira) with names starting with “S”. Saku, Shouta, Seishirou, Shu, Senji, Shin (Not counting those surnames with “S”) ⅙ chance that it’ll hit Shouta…