#if you made it through to the end i am sending my deepest apologies. u deserve compensation!

[spokenfromtheheartandsoul]

when i first started the eclipse, i remember thinking, "man, i can't wait till we get to see the sweet side of akk!" because of how serious akk was all the time. but along the way, we got to see another side of him that took me by surprise: the lighthearted, playful side of akk.

when we first meet akk in the show he was so stern and stiff-backed you'd have never realized he even had it in him to crack a joke, but the reality is that akk -- akk is playful! akk can be mischevious! akk likes being a little shit! we get brief glimpses of this side of him when he’s alone with wat and kan, but even with them he is always aware of who he is: the head prefect. he is constantly under insane amounts of pressure to meet the expectations of being the perfect leader, but in doing so, he lost the freedom to express his truest self. 

like, there's a reason akk was so drawn to aye. it's the same reason akk kept coming back to aye time after time, despite fighting his own instincts tooth and nail. aye's teasing and his devil-may-care defiance and cheeky playfulness is everything akk never let himself have and everything akk is attracted to. it’s the one person around whom akk does not have to be the head prefect.

the beautiful thing is that when akk and aye are together, they both bring this quality of lightheartedness out in one another. they know exactly how to tease it out of the other, they're both very into it, and it's part of why they both fit together so well, because they both desperately need that sort of happy distraction in their own lives, for their own personal reasons.

you can especially see it in akk in the last few episodes. the more time they spend together, the more akk lets himself be the one who's playful or teasing first. one of the biggest tells that their relationship is shifting to something more is when akk begins to relax enough to tease ayan back -- not as a defense mechanism, not out of fear, but just because...it's fun. it's their thing! 

in the last half of ep 12 there's no reason for akk to play hard to get anymore but he continues to do so, because it’s fun to tease aye. and aye is fully aware of what akk’s doing, but willingly plays right into it, because it’s fun for him, too. it’s like their own love language at this point. and...idk, i’m just really in love with their love

[glxssylaufey]

high by the beach [jonathan pine]

summary: Jonathan Pine x reader ; you are the oldest daughter of Richard Roper. needing an escape from reality, you sneak out to the beach for a quick joint. what you didn’t expect was for Jonathan Pine to catch you.

warnings: smoking weed, age gap (still over 18!) , underaged drinking/smoking, sexual tension

a/u: yes, this is 100% based off the song “high by the beach” by lana del rey :) enjoy!

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You didn’t belong there, to say the least. You sat alone at a small empty table at one of your father’s late night parties. His parties were always extravagant and flashy. It seemed as if he only threw the parties just to remind everyone how wealthy he is. These events always made your ears ring with annoyance. Summers always felt like this. Your mother would send you and your little brother Danny to visit, but it never seemed like Richard ever has any time for you and your brother.

After finishing yet another glass of champagne, you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. You still had one year to go before you could legally drink alcohol, though Roper and all his excessive friends never seemed to care. Suddenly, ears perked up upon hearing your name being called.

“Sister! I’ve brought you some sweets!” your little brother Danny called, setting a napkin full of cookies down on the table. You smiled ruffled his brown messy hair.

“That was very kind of you, Danny, thank you.” you laughed, picking up one of the cookies. “Are you having fun?” you asked. His face lit up with excitement.

“Yes, loads!” he confessed. You were glad at least one of you were having fun. “I made a friend yesterday, too.” he said. You raised an eyebrow, trying to remember if you had seen any other children his age here.

“Oh really?” you asked, chewing a bite of cookie. “What’s their name?” Danny’s smile became wider.

“I’ll go fetch him, I want you to meet him!” he said quickly before running off. Before you could open your mouth to protest, he was already gone. You sighed deeply before picking up another cookie, hoping this new friend of Danny’s is an old enough child to understand boundaries and not talk for hours on end.

What you absolutely did not expect was for Danny’s new friend to be a full grown man. A handsome one at that. The man sauntered up to your table holding Danny’s hand, wearing a navy blue suit that hugged his body perfectly. He looked like the perfect gentleman.

“Hi there.” he spoke, voice smooth as silk. “Name’s Jonathan.” he put his hand out to shake yours. You looked up at him, trying to wear your friendliest smile. When you took his hand to shake it, you nearly melted. His grip was firm yet not too tight and you could swear there was electricity coming out of his fingers.

“Pleased to meet you.” you finally said after clearing your throat. “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N.” he repeated, testing your name on his tongue. “The pleasure is all mine. Your brother is quite the company.” he chucked, smiling down at Danny. The younger boy beamed proudly, looking back up at you.

“I wanna go look for dad, Y/N.” the young boy said.

“That’s fine.” you said with a nod, leaning back in your chair trying to remain calm. You could still practically feel Jonathan’s eyes roaming all over you.

“Come on, Jonathan!” Danny exclaimed, grabbing the man’s hand again. “Once I’m done we can go play!” this made Jonathan chuckle.

“Why don’t you go on without me for a little, Danny.” he said gently pulling away from your brother’s hand. The boy complied and began to walk after flashing you and Jonathan a smile. You took a deep breath after Danny traveled off while Jonathan pulled a chair up.

“So how is the all famous Y/N Roper doing this fine evening?” Jonathan teased with a chuckle. His words made you blush easily.

“She’s doing just fine.” you said in the best flirtatious tone you could muster. “But she would probably be much better with a refill.” she spoke scooting her empty glass towards Jonathan. He cocked his head at you slightly before standing to his feet, a bit more hesitant than usual.

“Well of course, I am a gentleman.” he joked before grabbing your glass. “So what can I get for you tonight, darling? Water? Punch?” he continued.

“Punch?” you asked nearly offended. “More champagne will do just fine, thank you.”

“Champagne? Danny says you’re only twenty.”

“So?” you ask. “My father doesn’t care if I drink at this age. I also don’t think he’d be very pleased you’re making me wait for a drink.” you said almost in a whisper, the previous alcohol in your system making you confident. You knew your father probably wouldn’t care if Jonathan retrieved a drink for you or not, you only wished to appear authoritative for the upper hand on the man.

“Well, my deepest apologies, Miss Roper.” Jonathan said playfully before shooting you a wink. “One glass of champagne coming right up.”

You giggled as you watched Jonathan walk off to fill your glass. The way he strutted away while his height allowed him to tower over the crowd gave you intense butterflies. You really couldn’t believe you were spending the night flirting with an older gentleman, as proper and handsome as they come. It excited you to no end.

When Jonathan returned back to your table he arrived holding two champagne glasses, one for you and one for him. The two of you continued to talk to allow yourselves to get to know each other. He told you stories of serving in the military and you told him stories of previous summers spent here with Danny. You and Jonathan were quite an attractive pair to be seen and when it ended up catching Frisky’s attention, things took a turn.

Frisky was a smart man. He never failed in intimidating anybody. That’s why Richard Roper put him in charge of keeping an eye on you and Danny to prevent the two of you getting into any trouble. Knowing Jonathan’s flirty antics, Frisky deemed this a solid opportunity to step in.

You caught a quick glimpse of Frisky hastily making his way to your table. You gave a sarcastic deep sigh at him, knowing exactly why he was so worked up. Once the bulky man stopped at your table he crossed his arms and lifted his chin towards Jonathan.

“And what do you think you’re doing, Pine?” he said in a serious tone. Jonathan didn’t seem too phased by him.

“Well, I’m just having a drink here with Miss Y/N.” he replied almost bored.

“Yes, Miss Y/N Roper. I know what you’re up to.” Frisky snapped.

“Frisky, please!” you interrupted. “I’m a grown woman, if you should be babysitting any of my father’s family it should be Danny.” you argued with him. Though Frisky was stubborn.

“I don’t want to hear it, Y/N. Pine, get up.” he waved his hands at Jonathan. “Go find Danny and put him to bed, it’s late.” he demanded. Jonathan didn’t put up any further struggle. He calmly rose from his chair and took one last sip of his champagne. He then gave you a gentle smile and bowed his head.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Y/N.” he said sweetly.

“Thank you, Jonathan.” you nodded. As he walked away with Frisky you sank in your chair slightly before sighing. ‘Well there goes that excitement.’ you thought. You were growing quite tired of your father and his men treating you like a mere child when you’re an adult. Standing front your seat, you finish off your glass before storming off to your room. At this point, the party just felt like an inconvenience.

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Your eyes felt heavy with sleep by the time you were sure everyone had gone to bed. Though you were in dire need of rest, you couldn’t seem to relax. It was 1 a.m. and you decided to settle your nerves with a late night walk. The punishments for being caught were severe but you were confident in yourself to know you wouldn’t be caught.

You quickly packed a small bag for your walk, including a jacket along with your stash of three joint of weed and a lighter. You always enjoyed a quick light up when you felt a bit tense. You tip toed silently down the stairs and out the back doors. From the pool’s patio, you had a beautiful view of the ocean. You decided to walk down to take your quick walk in the beach.

After successfully sneaking through the large property you finally found a spot to relax on the vast beach. There was a full moon illuminating the night sky, allowing you good skylight in the darkness. You sat down upon the sand close to the shore and opened up your bag. You wrapped your jacket around you to act as a blanket in the wind. Then you lastly picked a slim joint out of your bag along with a small yellow lighter. You clicked the lighter and put the flame towards the end your joint to burn the end. Afterwards you put the joint between your lips and took a deep drag. Inhaling the smoke, you closed your eyes and felt the wind blow against your skin. You began to relish in the light headed feeling as your body began to relax. After an exhale, you began to take another puff.

“Excuse me?”

You jumped upon hearing a voice next to you. You looked up at the figure above you, only to find the one and only Jonathan Pine standing talk above you. You quickly exhaled the smoke and attempted to hide the joint.

“What are you doing at this hour?” Jonathan asked you in a slightly hushed tone.

“I could ask you the same.” you stated sitting up straighter.

“Couldn’t sleep. Just wanted to get some fresh air.” he calmly explained. He was wearing a fitted t-shirt and grey sweatpants with his blonde curls a bit of a mess. It was definitely quite the outfit change from the party but he still managed to be probably the most attractive man you’ve seen.

He looked out to the waves for a second before bringing his gaze back to you. He gave you a shy smile before speaking again.

“May I join you?” he asked politely. You were relieved when you realized he wasn’t going to snitch to your father about sneaking out or drag you to his room. So you moved your backpack and pat on the sand beside you.

“Of course.” you replied. He sank down to the ground and got comfortable in his spot. There was a bit of silence with nothing but the sound of waves crashing in the night. After a couple seconds you placed your lit joint back between your lips to take a puff. Jonathan watched with a smile.

“Weed?” he asked with curiosity. He wore a smile that told you you didn’t have to hide it from him.

“Yeah.” you admitted. “It helps me relax.” you said turning to look at him. He chuckled a little while shaking his head.

“My my, little Miss Roper. First we drink champagne at the party underaged and now you’re smoking marijuana?” he mocked a tsk and winked. “You’re a very naughty girl, Y/N.” he said darkly.

You giggled and blushed profusely at his comment and you could feel your heart begin to race.

“I’d love to.” he said before taking the items from your fingers. “Would you help me, darling?” he asked handing you the lighter. You accepted with a playful smirk. Once he placed the joint between his lips you raised the flame to meet it’s end. He inhaled deep, expertly intaking the smoke. He held his breath before blowing out the smoke into the wind. He chuckled lightly before taking the joint from his mouth.

“Do you want to join me? I have an extra.” you offered with a smile. Jonathan smiled at you, watching as you pulled out a second joint and your lighter. He hesitated to answer at first, making you think he would decline. You were pleasantly surprised with his answer.

“Good?” you asked with a smile.

“Very.” he laughed, his head falling back slightly.

You both continued to laugh, the two of you already buzzed. Jonathan took another drag of his joint before clearing his throat.

“We should do this more often.” he joked, leaning into you slightly. You laughed and took another hit.

“What? Sneak out and get high?” you asked. Jonathan scoffed while tapping some ash off his joint.

“Technically, you’re the one sneaking out. I’m allowed to be out here, I’m an adult.” he teased. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m an adult too, I don’t care what you think.” you sassed back. Jonathan raised an eyebrow at you.

“You know what I really think?” he asked, his voice deepening. You shivered at his tone, looking up to meet his bright blue eyes, finding his face much closer to yours.

“What?” you asked.

“I think you’re beautiful.” he whispered in your ear before looking down for your reaction. You could feel your face heating up from his comment. Jonathan’s cologne overtook your senses as you leaned in closer to him.

“I think you’re high.” you replied, breaking into laughter. Jonathan chuckled before raising his head.

“Yes, but you are too.” he said. You opened your mouth to speak but before you could protest Jonathan’s lips crashed against yours. You melted into him, deepening the kiss. Jonathan pulled away before looking into your slightly red eyes.

“Jonathan Pine, you are exquisite” you sighed, before bringing your lips back to his. The kiss was more passionate this time, the both of you relishing in the taste of each other and the euphoria of your high. Everything felt so perfect. Jonathan laced his fingers into your hair, making you whimper. You broke the kiss with the older man, allowing both you and him to breath. Jonathan lifted your chin with a finger, raking his blue eyes all over you.

“And you, Y/N Roper, are perfection itself.”

[folkloreguk]

Mirror, Mirror (m)

A/N: I will never ever determine which body type the reader has, but I want every single one of you to know that it’s okay to feel empowered by the way your nude body looks, you’re absolutely beautiful and no size is a limit to how sexy you can be!!! You go queens!

words: ~5.4 (I’m sorry idk how to write short things anymore asdfgh)

genre: smut, optional bias (male) x reader (female), kinda fwb??, sexting

[H/N means “his name”]

There’s no feeling quite like the one of trying on your new clothes that just arrived in the mail and loving how they looked. Especially when said clothes were lingerie and you felt like you could conquer the world, even when you were just standing in front of your mirror at 7 pm after you had just stuffed your stomach with lasagna. And what better way to enjoy your happiness than to share it with your best friend?

In fact, you had two best friends. One, a girl who you could trust with your life, and two, a boy who knew all your deepest secrets. One of the central differences between the two was that you would never think about asking the former about his opinion on your new lingerie. You almost laughed at the mere thought while you went through your contacts list and selected your friend’s name and clicked ‘send’. “It’s new. How do I look?” you typed and sent quickly, before throwing your phone onto you bed. You were feeling sexy, but for the rest of the evening there was only one way you wanted to feel: Comfortable. So, you changed into your pajamas instead.

You wondered what she would say about your photo. Sending almost-nudes to your friend might have seemed odd, but for the two of you, it was a completely normal occurrence. You loved making sure you both felt beautiful and confident by complimenting each other. Happily, you walked back to your room after you had picked up some snacks in the kitchen. You grabbed your phone as you plopped down on your bed. While you stuffed a handful of crisps into your mouth, you unlocked your phone to check your messages. You had expected a text from your best girl friend, but instead you had received one from H/N, your best boy friend. Pure horror consumed you when you clicked on the chat and saw your almost-nude there. Sent at 7:01 pm. Seen at 7:05 pm. And worst of all, he had replied before you could have clarified the mistake.

H/N: Idk where this came from but…you’re hot

You: SORRY THIS WASN’T MEANT FOR YOU

H/N: Okay that kinda offends me…you have a bf and didn’t tell me???

You: NO OMG THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING HELP…it was for GF/N just for fun!!!

H/N: Ohhh…in that case…

You watched the dots signaling that he was still writing while you were still wondering how you would ever look at him without getting embarrassed from now on. It wasn’t like the two of you never talked about sex. In fact, he knew a lot about what you liked and didn’t like in the bedroom. Not because he had witnessed it. But thanks to multiple sleep overs with late-night conversations, when your lips became a little loose, you had discussed more sexual topics than you had ever dreamt of. Your cheeks were still feeling hot when you received another text.

H/N: How do I look?

Without missing a beat, he had attached a photo of him. Shirtless. His hair was disheveled, as if he had just removed his shirt, which he probably had. His sweatpants hung low on his hips as he stood in front of a mirror. He had tilted his head a little, showing off his jawline while he gazed at the camera with hooded eyes. You felt more embarrassed with every second you kept staring at his body.

H/N: OMG sorry this wasn’t for you!!!!!

Now you could only laugh at his stupid message.

You: Stop making fun of me!!

H/N: I’m trying to make you feel better!! Do I not get a compliment?

You: Thanks and you look great…can we please NEVER bring this up in the future?

H/N: Sure if that’s what you want…but if you ever need someone to rate your underwear again you know where to find me

~~~

And he really kept his promise. The next time you hung out, he was joking about everything but your little accident. You were thankful. But not mentioning the memory didn’t automatically delete it from your brain. And that’s where your newest problem begun.

You had never really looked at him in a sexual way before – sure, you thought he was handsome – but after than one damned picture he had sent you, you seemed to see him in a completely different light. There were no romantic feelings involved. But something felt profusely wrong about the way you thought about sex when he reached for a glass on the highest kitchen shelf and a small part of his abs was revealed. Or the way you instinctively licked your lips when you watched him stretch his neck in front of you. Or how your head spun when he lifted his shirt to wipe away his sweat when you worked out together.

One day was particularly bad. He had asked you to go to the public pool together, and being his best friend, of course you had said yes. As expected, he made you laugh until you were crying, scream when he playfully wrestled you in the water and giggle when he chased you on the water slide. And yet, you couldn’t help but notice his body. You almost felt bad, but then again, it wasn’t like you adored his character any less. You simply had some added adoration for another part of him. What were you supposed to do when he looked this good acting out a comic character while you played charades in the water? You might have been laughing on the outside, but you could barely tear your eyes off his neck and chest. Lately, you realized, the amount of thoughts you spent on wanting to kiss him had become problematic to you.

When you returned home at night, you couldn’t deny feeling sexually frustrated. Not wanting to give in to the inappropriate thoughts about your best friend, you turned on a tv show to distract yourself. But before you knew it, you were spending more time looking at your phone than at the tv screen. At first you browsed social media, but somehow you mustn’t have payed enough attention to your unconscious mind. You had miraculously landed on his Instagram, and when that didn’t entertain you anymore, you found yourself going back to your text messages with him. When you started at the shirtless picture he had sent you, you regretted not deleting it and forgetting about it right away. You wondered if he could ever feel the same way about you. You didn’t need any romantic feelings from him, in fact, you had no interest in a relationship at the moment. But you had never wanted someone this bad before and it was driving you crazy. So, before you could have stopped yourself, you were typing a message to him.

You: what r u doing??

H/N: do you miss me already?

H/N: ok do you really wanna know?

You: shut up you usually message me first!! and yes I do

H/N: I was about to jack off but you interrupted me

You almost choked on nothing when you read his message. Pretending you didn’t care, you replied quickly.

You: oh no am I killing the mood?

H/N: I didn’t say that

You: ????

H/N: don’t take this the wrong way but if you ever thought about sending me nudes again now would be the time

You: are u crazy?? are you actually asking me for nudes rn

H/N: it was worth a try ok let’s go back to being best friends who would never hook up

If you were freaking out about his previous messages, this one made you lose your mind completely. What was he saying? As confused as you were, you were also equally as sexually frustrated as he seemed to be. So, without a second thought, you chose the latest underwear picture you had taken and sent it to H/N.

You: that’s the most you’ll get…I won’t send complete nudes

You stared at the three dots indicating that he was writing a message. It felt like five minutes had passed when he finally replied.

H/N: fuck you’re so hot

And then he sent another shirtless picture. His bulge was prominent against his pants and the sight of it didn’t exactly help you with the pent-up frustration inside of you. But maybe it didn’t need to, because apparently, he felt the same way about you. You wanted to tell him about it. But there was no way you would be sexting your best friend at 11 pm, horny and frustrated. You knew you’d regret it and you’d only end up being embarrassed the next day. With no idea what to send him instead, you opted for simply waiting to see if he would say something. But he didn’t. Whilst waiting, you looked at his picture again. His jawline, his shoulders, his abs…and his boner straining against his sweatpants. For a moment you wondered if he was thinking about you too. Was he imagining it was you who was touching him when his hand wrapped around his cock? The more you let your thoughts run free, the worse your frustration became. And before you knew it, your hand was between your legs.

~~~

The next day you went about your duties, trying hard to pretend the previous day had been nothing but a fever dream. Luckily, you weren’t going to see him for another few days, so you could already practice an explanation of why sending nudes to each other had been a crazy idea. You worried about whether you could ever be the same around him after what had happened. But no matter how hard you tried to come up with a good reason why you should never even mention it again, you couldn’t. You were best friends who found each other hot. So what? Things could be worse. By nighttime, you had changed your mind. You were in the process of getting ready for sleeping, when your phone vibrated on your nightstand. His name lit up the screen.

H/N: you up?

You: not for long…whats up

H/N: I’m sorry for what I said yesterday about us not hooking up and so on…I was tipsy and you know my loose lips when I’m drunk

You: there’s nothing you need to apologize for

H/N: I was being weird and creepy…you’re my best friend

You: and you’re mine…that doesn’t stop me from finding you attractive

H/N: so I didn’t creep you out asking you for nudes?

You: I sent them to you, didn’t I… so what do u think

H/N: btw…thanks for that

You: likewise

…

H/N: so you’d do it again?

You: you’re not drunk now are you?

H/N: no just horny

You: dude I was about to go to sleep

If this had been a random guy you were occasionally talking to, you would have declined the request right away. You were tired and didn’t exactly feel too confident in your physical state. Nonetheless, you walked over to your mirror, pulled your shirt up until your bare breasts were almost exposed, and snapped a picture. Maybe it was the fact that you knew he’d return the favor and send you something back, or the immense trust you had in him. Posing in different ways, you took a few more pictures before you jumped back onto your bed. Impulsively, you chose the pictures you liked best and sent them to your best friend.

You: the things I do for you

H/N: fuck you look so good

You: have you always thought like that about me?

H/N: have I always found you hot?

You: yeah

H/N: I mean I never not found you hot

You: thanks I guess??

H/N: maybe we should have done this way earlier

You: agreed

Your eyes widened when he sent you a picture. He was still in his underwear, but his hand was wrapped around his visibly hard member outlined by the dark fabric. You had wanted to sleep, but somehow after looking at the photo for a little too long, you were wide awake. Leaning against the headboard of the bed, you let your head imagine whatever came to your mind. Never before had you noticed how much you liked his hands. Or maybe it was a temporary thing, now that you were already thinking inappropriate thoughts. You imagined it was his fingers softly touching the inside of your thigh, squeezing your breasts and playing with your nipples. The first time you moaned his name quietly, your cheeks heated up. But the more you thought of him, and the more you allowed yourself to wish it was him between your thighs, the more natural his name sounded between your whimpers.

And the two of you didn’t stop there. You might haven’t had time to hang out with him for another week or so, but you were texting each other more than ever before. Almost every night, you sent pictures to each other. With every passing day and every time you came thinking about his body on top of yours, you became more comfortable. Your messages to each other turned dirtier with every day and every picture was a little riskier than the previous one. By the way you cried out his name every night, your neighbors must have thought you had gotten a new boyfriend. One that was exceptionally good in bed, by the sounds of it.

Now it was exactly one week and a day after you had first sent him a picture of you. You had just stepped out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around your body as you entered your bedroom.

One could’ve thought you were going to be less horny, the more time you spent texting him about your inappropriate thoughts. It should have gotten less exciting at some point, shouldn’t it? To you, it was the complete opposite. He was all your thought about at night. So when you noticed your phone on your bed, you couldn’t stop your urge. You grabbed it, unlocked it and went straight to your messages with him.

You: please tell me you’re alone

H/N: yeah I am…do u need something?

Even though his text might have sounded innocent to anyone else, considering what you had done for each other all week long, you instantly got excited.

You: I have a present for you but since you’re not here I’ll unwrap it for you

H/N: I love presents

You had taken multiple photos. Starting from your with a towel covered body, you had slowly revealed more skin to him, until you had dropped the fabric completely. In the last picture you were covering your nipples with one hand across your chest, making sure your slightly parted lips were in the frame as well. After you had pressed ‘send’, you got comfortable on your bedsheets, not so patiently waiting for his reply. You hadn’t been able to get him off your mind while you had been showering. Now you didn’t even need to touch yourself to know how dripping wet you already were.

H/N: this is what you do to me

You were surprised when you saw his message. He had attached a video. Up to that day, it had only been photos you had sent to each other. So, when you clicked the ‘play’ button, you almost felt nervous. But the nervousness changed into something wholly different within the first two seconds of the video. His hand was down his pants, clearly stroking himself. He wasn’t speaking, but even the simple sound of his breathing behind the camera made your head spin.

H/N: do you want more?

You: I wish you were actually here

A blink of an eye after you had sent the message, instant regret hit you. Had you crossed a line? There had never been serious talk of the two of you actually hooking up, although you surely had thought about it more than you wanted to admit.

H/N: me too

You sighed in relief. So he wasn’t thinking you were going too far.

H/N: but its late and we’ve got work tomorrow

You barely had time to even think about a reply. The sole fact that he was seriously considering coming over or letting you drive to his place right now only justified the saying “People want what they can’t get”.

You: you’re right…this will have to do

…

H/N: let me know if you need more

But you already had your hand between your legs, his name on the brink of falling off your lips.  

The next day, you were surprisingly focused on your work. Of course, you thought of him. He was your best friend, after all. Who would you have been if you didn’t wonder what he was up to or if you didn’t wish he was having a nice day? But that was about it. No dirty thoughts, no random sexual frustration at 2 in the afternoon. That was, until your phone vibrated in your pockets and you opened his message.

H/N: wanna hang out at my place tonight?

It was finally Friday. After over a week of not seeing him, you didn’t just want to meet him because you wanted him sexually. You missed his silly jokes and the way he made you feel careless after a stressful day. So, needless to say, you agreed.

You weren’t sure what was going to happen. Were you just going to hang out, the way friends do? Were you even going to mention your texts to each other? Your nerves were going mad when you drove to his place in the evening. It was a weird feeling to have about your best friend, you had to admit. But then again, you had every right to after the past week.

When he opened the door for you, you didn’t feel half as awkward as you thought you would. His hug felt the way it always did, and his room still was like a second home to you.

“Do you wanna order take out?” he asked.

“What’s in your fridge?” you returned the question.

“If I’d have to guess I’d say two eggs, half a bottle of soda and some yogurt,” he said. You laughed, already pulling up an app to order some food.

“Take out it is,” you grinned, falling onto your stomach on his bed. He followed your example. His shoulder was touching yours while you tried hard to focus on scrolling through the different offers of meals. But your look was drawn to his hands too close to yours and from one moment to the other, your mind was flooded with sinful pictures. You thought of him here, in this very bed, jerking off to the thought of you. Taking pictures of himself so you could do the same. Too many times you had imagined your face buried in his pillows, letting him hear the way you had been crying his name all week long, being able to make him cum with your own body and feeling his lips on your skin. Was he thinking the same things right now? Was he also struggling to focus on the simplest tasks?

“You’ve been looking at that chicken for a while now. Are you gonna order it or not?” he asked, making fun of you. How were you going to sit here, waiting and then calmly eating your dinner as if nothing was different? When you didn’t reply, he grabbed your hands along with your phone, making you look at him. You couldn’t instantly read his expression. All you knew is that in six years of friendship, he had never once looked at you this way. Inevitably, your eyes went to his lips and back to his eyes.

“Aren’t we going to mention this whole nudes-sending situation at all?” he suddenly asked, grinning cheekily. “What? You’re thinking about it too, aren’t you?”

You swallowed thickly. “Thinking about what, exactly?”

“How badly I wanted you last night,” he said. His face was close to yours. If you only bent forward slightly, you could kiss him.

“As in…now you don’t want me anymore?” you asked. He chuckled.

“Do you really think I didn’t want to push you against the closest wall and make out with you the second you stepped into my house today?” he asked.

“Then why didn’t you?” you asked, smirking and inching your lips closer to his. “Because I would have loved that.”

Instead of answering you, he finally leaned in to connect your lips. Within the first seconds you were moaning, and his tongue was on yours. You abandoned your phone on his sheets, swinging one leg over his waist to straddle him. He groaned into your mouth when you pushed your hips against his, your crotch rubbing over his bulge. Judging by the way you both reacted, neither of you had plans to take this slow.

His hands wandered over your sides and to your ass, squeezing it a little. You only moaned again, your fingers getting busy with his button up shirt. Teasingly, he bit your lip while he pushed your shirt higher, goosebumps rising on the skin he touched. His breathing became heavier when you let your hands roam his chest, pushing the fabric of his open shirt to the side eagerly. When you rolled your hips over his bulge again, you felt his erection more prominently than before, making you smile to yourself. For a moment you pulled away and pulled your shirt over your head.

“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” he confessed, watching as you discarded your bra onto the floor.

“Me too,” you agreed. He had sat up as well, and you helped him remove his shirt eagerly. “I’ve been wondering what your hands feel like.”

At your words, he pulled you back on top of him, playing with your breasts softly. You reacted, leaning over him, so he could take one of your nipples into his mouth. You whimpered at the way his tongue pressed against your sensitive skin. He gave the same attention to the other side, his breath leaving behind a cold sensation where he had kissed you.

Then, you bent to his level again, lips meeting in a needy kiss. You let his tongue lead yours for a while. Meanwhile, your hands sneaked to the waistband of his sweatpants. He hissed into your mouth as you grabbed his length through his pants, palming him through the fabric.

“Are you still into biting?” you asked, referring to a late-night talk you had had in the past. He smirked, nodding. Softly, at first, you nibbled on his neck, occasionally licking and kissing him. You got the exact reaction you had expected when you bit him, not to harshly, but probably leaving a purple mark nonetheless. He moaned and threw his head back, only exposing more of his neck to you. As time went on, you made your way down his chest and his stomach, settling between his legs. As much as you enjoyed hearing his moans and attempts to make you hurry, you were just as impatient, if not worse.

In one go, you pulled down his pants and underwear. He lifted his hips so you could fully take the clothing off his legs. Your mouth watered at the sight of him below you.

“If you had told me two weeks ago, I would be sucking your dick today, I would have called you a clown,” you chuckled.

“Look how the tables have turned,” he said, laughing with you. But his expression hardened the moment your hand wrapped around his length. You stroked him a few times, before lowering your head. Your tongue licked a stripe up the side of his shaft, until you opened your lips just enough to take his tip into your mouth. He cursed under his breath when you batted your eyelashes at him.

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that,” he said.

“Why? Don’t you like it?” you asked, your hand continuously touching him.

“I like it maybe a little too much,” he said, only making you grin. His expression read pleasure, his brows furrowed and his lips hung slightly agape.

“There’s no such thing as liking something too much,” you said. Purposely, you watched his face when you wrapped your mouth around his cock, tongue pressing flat against the tip. Steadily, you bobbed your head, your hand covering the rest of his length. His thighs were flexing under your hands and his stomach was rising and falling in an uneven rhythm. He propped himself up on his forearms, watching you intently.

“This feels so much better when you do it,” he said, followed by a groan when his cock touched the back of your throat for a moment. Your hand was covered in your saliva by now, eyes tearing up a little bit, but you blinked the tears away quickly. Every time you pulled away a little, you made sure to swirl your tongue around the tip. Right away, you had noticed the way he hissed at that specific action. Again, he cursed under his breath and you made eye contact once more. His lips looked pink from where he had been biting them and his cheeks were slightly flushed a rosy color.

“Oh my god-,“ he moaned. “I’m so fucking close.”

You bobbed your head faster now. After another few seconds you pulled away, replacing your mouth with your hand. The muscles on his stomach were tense and he had his hands balled to tight fists next to his body. You enjoyed his moans for a while longer, before you could feel him twitch in your hands. When he reached his high, he let his body fall back, his arms no longer able to hold himself up to watch you. The evidence of his pleasure spilled onto his abs and you slowly let your hand come to a rest. One of his hands was swung over his forehead as he breathed heavily. When you looked up at him again, he still seemed exhausted but was grinning from ear to ear.

“Give me a second and I’ll return the favor,” he said, sitting up. At his words you realized once more how much you wanted him. Quickly, he cleaned himself up. As you rolled over to lay on your back next to his sitting figure, you yawned briskly, getting comfy in his sheets.

“You’re bored? If you want we can also just watch a movie, or if you feel like-,“ he said with raised eyebrows.

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” You sarcastically laughed, rolling your eyes at him. “I’m open for whatever. Right after you’ve made me cum on this mattress.”

“Alright,” he chuckled, turning so he hovered over you. “I think we can arrange that.”

He went straight to kissing your stomach and hips, while he unzipped your pants for you. His kisses tickled you a little, but the sensation was quickly forgotten by how close his hand was to where you wanted him most. In order to let him take off your pants, you lifted your hips a little. When he had thrown your pants aside, he couldn’t hide the cocky grin on his face at the sight of your underwear.

“This looks familiar…where have I seen these before?” he asked innocently, placing his hand on the material. You flinched a little when his fingers hovered over your center. It was a fleeting touch, but the lack of attention had made you needier than you would have thought.

“Imagine I hadn’t accidentally sent you that first picture,” you said.

“I don’t even want to imagine that,” he said, his dramatic tone making you laugh a little. Abruptly, your laugh turned into a whimper when he pressed one of his fingers against your covered clit.

“I get that you’re in no rush anymore, but I’m not gonna lie, I am,” you said, wriggling against his hand. He chuckled again but seemed to obey your request. His hand slid into the hem of your underwear, fingers instantly coated in your juices. In response, you only hummed contently when he curled his digits against your clit. Within seconds you relaxed into his touch. You put one of your arms under your head and closed your eyes for a while. Now and then, he teased your core by almost pushing his fingers inside of you, but then not doing so. As frustrating as it was, you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. With skill, he rolled your clit between his digits. His free hand pulled on your underwear slightly, but not quite enough for it to come off. You whined at his teasing, looking into his eyes with a pleading gaze. He watched your expression for a while, probably enjoying the fact that he finally had the real you underneath him, instead of having to stare at some photos on his cellphone. So he finally obliged, making you feel empty when he pulled his hand out of your soaked panties, but simultaneously thankful.

“You have no idea how many times I imagined doing this within the last week,” he said. Then, he lowered his head and took your clit into his mouth. You had only opened your mouth to reply, but the words seemed to be deleted from your brain before they had time to come out, replaced by empty curse words. He didn’t waste any time in taking it slow, but you couldn’t have minded less. When he inserted to of his digits into you, your toes curled in pleasure and relief. With the way you whimpered desperately whenever he curled them against your walls, he had found your sweet spot in almost no time.

For more than a week you had been imagining, demanding for his touch, so deeply that now you could barely think straight when you finally got what you wanted. His tongue could do so much better than your own fingers could ever satisfy you. It was the unpredictability that made this so much more enticing than when you touched yourself. Would he slow down for a while, giving your breathing time to calm down, only to suck on your swollen clit feverishly out of nowhere? Would he curl his fingers inside of you almost painfully slowly, or would he almost pull them out completely, only to slide them right back into your core, until your vision felt so blurry you had to close your eyes? The more you thought about how good he made you feel, the quicker you felt your orgasm approach. One of his hands softly stroked over your belly, a strong contrast to the way your insides seemed to tie themselves into a tight knot that took up all your attention.

“Oh my god- please don’t stop,” you only moaned. Of course he didn’t. He only hummed against your center, only adding to how incredible you felt. As much as you loved watching him between your legs, there was no force that could have kept your eyes from shutting anymore. Your back arched off the sheets and your hands tightened in pleasure when the familiar feeling washed over your mind. You whimpered and struggled hard to keep your legs from closing around his head. For a few seconds you were blinded by the bliss, until your sensitivity began to set in. You softly pushed his head with your fingers in his hair, and he slowed down and drew back.

It took you a while to come down and until your breathing had regained its normality. Your eyelids fluttered open, while he plopped down next to you. He swung one of his arms around your waist, an action he had done multiple times in the past – only now neither of you was wearing clothes.

“That was amazing,” you said. “And here I thought I’d forever regret sending you that photo.”

He chuckled. “Agreed. So, what do you say? Are we able to focus on what to order for takeout now?”

You nodded and laughed, hoping this instance wouldn’t be the last time this happened between you two.

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Blood and Tears Ch. 7 (An AkuRoku Vampire Au)

Chapter 7: The Superior

Axel let out a sigh as he stepped through the back entrance to an abandoned warehouse on the other side of town. To most it looked just like that, abandoned. However it withheld many secrets, some that even the darkest people wouldn't dare to touch.

The back entrance to the warehouse led to two places, the first being on the same floor where it was an empty space that they never used. But the other side of the door, tucked away in a small corner in the dark, was a door.

With a special knock one was let inside but the only ones that knew of it was the ones that were part of the organization for the safety of the people who worked for the Superior.

Axel hadn't been to this place in so long and of course even with the guise of darkness around him he still covered himself with a hood and a baseball cap to hide his bright red hair. He kept his face down as well so that no one would recognize his tattooed face.

Those men had already done the worst thing imaginable to him so he wasn't as tense except, well he could end up in a gutter himself. Now thanks to supernatural causes he really did have a reason to live so he stilled stayed on his toes.

Giving the special knock he was let inside, gazing up the man who Axel swore was like seven or eight feet tall.

“Hey Lex,” Axel said, pulling the hood down to show that it was really him and now someone trying to sneak in. Lex gave a grunt in response, gesturing with his head to where the Superior was residing that evening.

“Good to see you too buddy,” Axel said, patting his arm and heading in that direction, digging his hands into his pockets. He was having a hard conflict of feelings running through him that it gave him a headache. He had wanted to bring Roxas with him now that he knew what had happened but he knew that it would be too dangerous.

To keep their secret if anyone knew about the organization they had to become part of the organization or end up dead.

Even as a vampire Axel did not want him to be a part of this. Who knew what the Superior would do with someone who had supernatural abilities. Would he use him in the wrong way or would he end up trying to takeover the supernatural world too?

Would he demand Roxas change him so that he would live forever? That thought caused him to stop in his tracks. Everyone who had been forced to come into this group all wished one day the the Superior would either give it up or pass on. To have him become one of the undead would just have them working with him forever.

Plus Axel had hoped that one day Roxas would change him instead that way they could have this life together. He was too afraid to ask that right now, everything was still so new between them with Roxas' change. He didn't want to risk getting him angry and scaring him off. Riku was already angry about them being together so who knew what the other male would say to him if Roxas was angry and vented back to Riku.

“Dammit,” Axel said with a sigh, pressing his hand against his head as he started to walk again. He really was starting to give himself a headache.

“Something on your mind, Flurry?” came the deep dark voice that sent chills up Axel's spine. He felt the hand on the small of his back and he jolted in surprise, as we ll as disgust, away from the man's hand.

“Superior. You asked to see me?” he asked.

“Yes I have,” the said, guiding Axel to sit in one of the chairs that in a large circle, taking the biggest chair himself at the opposite side of him. “First I am glad to see that you are alive and well after my latest mission for you.”

Axel swallowed thickly. “Yes I am sir.” Why did he have to bring that up? That last mission had nearly ruined his life!

“Very good indeed,” he said, crossing one leg over the other. Axel felt very under dressed next to him in his jeans and hoodie. The man was always dressed in a sleek black suit, his long silver hair pulled back into a ponytail.

“My reports tell me that you had taken down one of his loved ones in that fire,” he said, looking to a folder of papers that had sat at the small table next to his chair. “Very good. It hit him where it hurts. Perhaps now he will learn who runs this city.”

“I don't mean to sound bitter about this but I had lost at great risk as well,” Axel said bitterly to him. Despite that Roxas really wasn't gone he still had to play that part that he actually was. He still had to make everyone believe that Roxas was still gone.

“Ah yes, I had heard about your lover being the one to take the fall for it,” the Superior said with a sigh, closing the folder. “I do send my deepest apologies that something like that has happened. But you know the risks of being in this organization.”

Axel flinched at that. He did. He knew very well what trouble anyone around him could get into when it came to this but he just couldn't help himself. He loved Roxas with every fiber of his being and never wanted to let him go again.

They had a scare and he knew that he would never want anyone to take Roxas from him. He would be damn sure it never happened again.

“But what done is done,” he said with a shrug which caused Axel's body to tense. He hated how the man was so nonchalant about death of loved ones. It was like they didn't even matter to him. Perhaps that was why he never had and loved ones.

“I would say that it is time now that you can come out of hiding. I don't expect those men to pull anything stupid after so long and they had already hit back. If not you are with my informant, Melodious Nocturne. yes?”

Axel nodded his head. Melodious Nocturne was Demyx. He wasn't sure where Superior got these names from but he wasn't about to ask. It was only a handful of people in this organization that he knew the actual names of, but when it came to most the code names where what had to be used in the first place. For protection.

“Good. If anything changes he can warn you like he had done the last time. He is a good ally and he can give any news that goes through the waves,” Superior finished.

Axel understood that. Demyx played the part of a neutral party but he really had ended up working for the Superior. He passed information from the other group to him but when the other group asked about the organization he tended to give some false information. Whenever it was things that were true he made sure it was minimal so that no one got hurt or they could work around it. Axel didn't really understand the system but he supposed it was a good way to be able to get information on the others and keep himself alive.

It was his duty being part of them. Like it was Axel's duty to set fires to send as a warning or, as of recently anyway, to kill those after something big was put against the Superior, either minor or major it didn't matter.

Axel hated that he always got stuck with the icky jobs.

“It'll be a good way to keep myself safe. Now I can make sure to get my stuff out of that other apartment,” Axel sighed.

“Well don't get too comfortable. I have another mission for you,” the Superior said, passing a different folder to him. Axel took it with shaking fingers. Another one. He wanted him to set another fire. They were never this close together.

“If you don't mind me asking, why so close together?” he asked.

“Well he put you out of commission for a while so I want to get back at him again,” he said, rising from his chair. “I expect it to be done soon. Report back to me when you're done. And this time make sure you take out a few others as well.”

Axel gaped at the sight of the folder, shaking his head. He couldn't do this again. He didn't want to. Roxas' words stuck out in his mind.

“You don't have to stay there. We can figure something out.”

If only he really could.

Taking a deep breath Axel shook his head. “I'm not going to set another fire. That doesn't seem like a good enough reason to attack.”

The Superior stopped quickly, turning on Axel with a frown on his face. Never had anyone ever went against his wishes.

Never.

“What did you just say to me?” he asked, his deep voice bringing in a chilling sensation down Axel's spine. He should have just taken the job and just let it eat him alive as it always tended to do when he got a new assignment.

“I said no. It's pointless to attack so soon just because they had taken someone from me and had me in a deep depression for months,” Axel said. Was that too heartless? Was it too obvious that Roxas was still alive and he didn't want to risk it again with such stupidity. Perhaps he should have thought his words through a little better.

Orange eyes narrowed down at him and with a nod of his head Axel was on the flat of his back as the Superior through a punch at his face, hands wrapping around his neck from behind him. Axel's eyes widened as he looked up at Lex who stared down at him with a frown. He should've known that his hit man would be there to do this.

The Superior knelt down in front of him. Axel struggled against the hands, wincing from the tightness of the feeling around his wind pipe. He could still breathe thank goodness but his hands still hurt quite a bit.

“What was your answer again?” he asked, harsh fingers grabbing hold of his chin to make sure that he looked directly at him.

“I'll get it done and report back to you,” Axel said through clenched teeth, temptation to spit in his face rising beyond comprehension.

“Good,” he said with a growl, thrusting his face away. “Now get out of my sight before I decide if want to replace you or not.”

Lexeaus removed his hands from his neck and Axel coughed hard, rubbing his neck as he scrambled to his feet, gathered the papers, and made a run for the door.

*

Roxas bounced his leg on the floor as he sat in the computer chair waiting for Axel to return, hoping that he would tell him that he had left the organization or that he didn't take another job from him as an arsonist. Though deep down he knew that Axel might not be able to. There was a lot of heavy hitters from what Roxas understood from Axel's explanation that could make Axel scared and just do what he always had done.

But at the cost of his own freedom and sanity.

The door opening had Roxas coming back to his thoughts, at first happy to see Axel coming inside but then the sight that he was greeted with had a all happy hopes dashed. Someone had hurt Axel some how.

Axel had a black eye and to make it worse there was dark bruises on the sides of his neck. Someone really had attacked him.

In the blink of an eye Roxas was in front of him, frowning up at him as he gently laid a hand on his cheek.

“You okay? What happened?” he asked.

Axel sighed, kissing his palm and led him back to the bed. “I tried saying no and he had the biggest guy there come after me. I was lucky only to get away with this.”

The redhead rubbed his throat sorely, sighing. “I have another assignment as well. Apparently revenge for putting me out of commission for so long.”

Roxas scowled, looking to the papers in his hand and then taking them quickly before Axel could protest. He tossed them over his shoulder onto the floor, pushing Axel to take a seat onto the bed. He pushed back the collar of his sweatshirt to get a better view of the bruising.

Axel was certainly lucky to be alive and to even be able to talk with how bad this looked. Anger swelled in the blonde. He wanted to go after whomever had hurt his lover but he knew better than to let his instincts roll forward.

It wouldn't be safe for anyone.

“Here,” Roxas said, raising a finger and slid the sharp nail across a small part of his own neck. A little blood swelled there and Axel's eyes widened.

“What are you doing?” he asked quickly but his eyes were still enticed by the ruby liquid that started to drip down porcelain skin.

“Riku told me once that vampire blood had healing properties to help humans heal. He told me to never give anyone any, but I think you need some to make you feel better.”

Axel shifted closer, his breath tickling his neck as he rest his arms around him.

“Are you sure? It won't do anything to me?” he asked.

“It'll just heal you,” Roxas promised. That was what he knew and he hated seeing his lover in so much pain.

Axel smiled at that. “Thank you.”

Leaning down he ran his tongue over the drip then closing his mouth over the wound. Roxas gasped lightly, pressing into him but pet his hair regardless. This was for Axel to feel better not for him to have fun like that.

After a few moments Axel sat back, licking his lips. “Odd for me to say but that tasted...really good. Was really hot too.”

Roxas laughed, playfully shoving him.

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BTS Reaction → Being protective at an awards show

Maknae line ♥ Hyung line

Request: “Hey love, can you do a BTS reaction of them being protective of their s/o at an awards show?”

A/N: This is the second part! I posted the Hyung Line earlier today so be sure to check that out too! Thank you for the support! 

(Also, sorry these are so long? I feel like reactions are supposed to be shorter, but I guess that’s not a bad thing!)

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→ Park Jimin

You clutched your cue card to your chest, waiting intently for your time to go on stage. You glanced at the Idol standing next to you. He was a solo artist, and very famous. You had never presented at an award show before, nevertheless at one of Asia’s largest. You smoothed down the fabric of your tight-fitting dress, pulling at a strand of your hair. You saw your co-presenter looking at you and you smiled, feeling nervousness crawl up your back.

Applause filled the arena, and you were given the cue to go. All of a sudden, the Idol beside you grabbed your hand, linking your arm in his before marching on stage. You were a little confused at the action, but instantly focused as the bright lights shone on the two of you.

Your boyfriend Jimin had been ecstatic that you were going to be presenting, and he waited eagerly from his spot with his other members. His heart beat faster as he saw you emerge on the stage, a pleasant smile spreading over your face. You looked beautiful, and he wasn’t surprised to find that you looked just as good in the dark blue dress as he thought. However, his stomach instantly dropped as he saw your arm linked around the Idol beside you.

Although he knew it was irrational, he felt anger pump through his body, amplified each time your co-presenter would look at you.

Soon enough, your speech introducing the group performing was over, and Jimin watched as you headed off stage, standing up abruptly as he thought he saw the Idol’s hand on the small of your back.

Ignoring the questions from his other members, Jimin rushed backstage, telling security that he had to see his girlfriend. He sped backstage, stopping when he heard the sound of your laugh that he so loved through one of the doors. He peeked through the open dressing room, where you and the Idol were standing, taking your mics off. Jimin narrowed his eyes as the Idol stepped closer to you, his body language giving off a hidden agenda that made Jimin sick.

Jimin opened the door, placed his hands on your hips and spun you around, crashing your lips to his. You were taken aback by this, slightly gasping onto his soft lips.

Jimin broke the kiss, brushing back a piece of your hair and smiling down at you, “Babe, you did so well!”

You smiled back at your boyfriend, sending him a slightly confused look. “U-uh thanks Jimin, I was very nervous.” Jimin smiled at you before pulling you into a hug, finally looking at the idol who was staring at the two of you, wordless.

“Ah, you did very well too. But I can help my girlfriend with her mic, thanks.” Jimin said pleasantly to the idol, noticing how his face was now red with slight embarrassment.

The Idol left without a word and Jimin pulled you back from the hug, resting his hands on your shoulders. You looked up at him questionably. “Sorry Y/N-ah, he was driving me crazy.”

You tilted you head at him, “Why? He just helped me with presenting the award…he’s very nice.” You said, looking up at him.

Jimin kissed your lips again, “I have no doubt he’s nice, but the way he was looking at you was unacceptable.” Jimin pouted. “I didn’t want him to try anything, so I rushed back here to protect you.”

You scoffed as you rested your head on Jimin’s chest. “I don’t need protecting, ChimChim.” You said, his chest vibrating as he laughed at the nickname.

Jimin pulled you back, ruffling you hair as he kissed your nose. “I am your boyfriend and therefore I will protect you, just as you would do for me.” You giggled, your heart beating faster at his sweetness. His eyes darkened for a second, “And you look way too good in that dress…”  

→ Kim Taehyung

“Tae! Oh my gosh you guys looked so good!” You exclaimed as your boyfriend emerged from backstage with the rest of his members, water bottle in hand.

He beamed as he saw you, wrapping an arm around your waist, “Aw, thank you for coming, baby.” He said as he kissed your cheek, his body warm against yours.

BTS had just performed as the last performance of the night, ending the award show with an exciting group of talented boys. You smiled up at your boyfriend as he kissed your nose, handing his mic to someone off stage.

The rest of the members were going to the afterparty, but after months of practicing for their comeback, Taehyung had hardly seen you, and opted to spend the rest of the night with you.

“Wait, before we go, I want to say goodbye to Joy!” You said, remembering that you wanted to wish your idol friend goodbye before leaving with Tae. You hurried down the hallway, making sure not to step on your long flowing dress as you walked past a group of rookie idols.

You didn’t notice how they stared at you as you walked past, but Taehyung sure did.

He narrowed his eyes slightly as he saw the group of boys turn around and gawk at you, whispering things he didn’t want to know in each others ears. You were gorgeous of course, and the two of you had been named the “most beautiful couple” among idols. Taehyung felt his blood boil as he confirmed his thoughts by hearing one of the boys say your name accompanied by a set of words that made his fists clench in anger.

Teahyung then saw you emerging from your friend’s dressing room, a happy smile plastered on your face as you walked back towards your boyfriend. Just as you passed the group of boys, Taehyung speed-walked to you, grabbing your waist and dipping you into a deep kiss.

You gasped at his sudden action, fully aware of the people that just saw this extremely dramatic and uncalled-for move.

Taehyung opened his eyes as he brought you back up, making intense eye contact with the rookie idols as they started wide eyed at him, now aware that he had heard everything they said about his girlfriend.

“Tae? What-“ You questioned, but were cut off by Teahyung pulling you protectively against his hard chest.

“Don’t worry guys, you’ll find someone someday. But just a word of advice, many idols aren’t as nice as me when they hear another man talking about their girlfriend like that, so I would advise you not to do anything like that again.” He said simply, his eyes not leaving their stunned faces.

The boys quickly broke into deep bows, offering their deepest apologies as Taehyung led you out of the stage door briskly.

“Oh my god. I cannot believe you just did that.” You said as you broke from your boyfriend’s tight grasp

“Well, I did. I’m usually quite passive, but the nerve of those boys sent me off. I couldn’t let it go.” He said as he looked at you, a small smile playing at his lips.

“Taehyung…” You started, your cheeks flushing. Maybe some girlfriends would be embarrassed, but his gesture made your heart thump faster in your chest, the man before you seeming more attractive than ever. “To put it simply, that was freaking hot.”

Taehyung seemed slightly surprised at your statement, before smirking and kissing you on the lips again. “You’re all mine Y/N. I won’t let anyone forget that.”  

→ Jeon Jungkook

“Alright, let’s go through it once more then.” Your leader said, standing up and walking to the centre of the room. You let your stylist finish applying your lip gloss before you stood up yourself, joining the other five girls in the dressing room. The space was small, but your leader wanted you to practice before your stage rehearsal.

A staff member turned on your music and you all got into position. You danced, trying your best to remember all the last minute tips given to you by your choreographer. The only issue was, you had hurt your ankle in practice, and it was still sore now. You winced through your smile as you got to the dance break, you being the centre of attention. When it got to your solo, you fumbled out of your step, pain shooting through your ankle.

“Y/N!” Your leader shouted, singling to stop the music. “What’s up with you today?” She asked, stress apparent on her face. This was going to be your second performance since your debut stage.

“I’m sorry, it’s my ankle. It still hurts and I-“ You stuttered.

“Y/N!” She huffed, “We told you to rest! What were you thinking…” She said, furrowing her brow along with your other members.

“I-I’m sorry. I just wanted to have this dance down…” You said as you stood up, feeling fear in the pit of your stomach.

“Well just…figure it out.” She said dismissively.

Without a word more, you left the room, not caring what your other bandmates said about you. You were the maknae, the youngest of your group. You were good at singing and dancing, not to mention a very good visual. In the song you were performing tonight, you were centre a lot, and you didn’t want to let everyone down.

You felt tears brim at your eyes as you rushed backstage, trying to find your boyfriend’s dressing room. The halls were quite empty, as all of the idols were getting ready.

You finally found his change room, softly knocking on the door. A staff member opened, and you heard the chaos from the inside, instantly regretting your decision. The staff looked at you and you heard voices asking who it was from inside.

“Actually, no, it’s okay.” You said to her quietly, starting to turn around. This wasn’t Jungkook’s issue, you had to sort it out by yourself. She furrowed her brows at you, as she obviously knew who you were and why you were here.

You heard your boyfriend ask who it was and you turned away quickly. “Y/N!” He shouted and you heard his footsteps run after you.

You kept your back turned to him, not wanting him to see the tears in your eyes. He stepped around you, now standing in front. “Hey…” He said softly, bringing your chin so you could look at him. You instantly felt bad as you saw he was half-ready, his bare face and slightly-wet hair clinging to his face. His eyes were laced with worry as he looked at you.

“Kookie…” You started. All of a sudden you broke into tears, not being able to control yourself.

Jungkook wrapped you in a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist protectively. “Shhh, baby.” He whispered into your ear. “Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll fix it.”

You looked up at him, tears still running down your face. “My ankle…I hurt it while I was practicing last week and it hurts now and we’re about to perform and I’m the golden member and I can’t let everyone down becaus-“

Jungkook placed his finger on your lips, instantly making you stop talking. “Y/N. You’re being irrational. I know it seems bad now, but everything will be okay. You just need to calm down and focus on healing your ankle. Your performance is still not for a couple hours, so if you keep off your foot you should be fine.” He consoled.

You nodded wiping the tears from your eyes. “I know…It’s just, they were scolding me for being dumb, treating me like a child.”

Jungkook laughed, “You are a baby…” He commented.

“I’m only two years younger than you!” You retorted, laughing. Jungkook breathed out softly as he took in your beautiful smile, the one he needed so much.

Without a moment to lose, he wrapped his hand around your waist and marched you back to your dressing room. When he opened the door, your other members turned to look at you, surprise on their faces as they saw your boyfriend at your side.

“I’m really sorry guys, but Y/N needs to rest her ankle. I’m going to take her to get ice and she can rest in my dressing room while you guys practice. I’ll make sure she gets back in time for your final rehearsal.” Jungkook stated, confidence in his voice.

“U-Uh…okay, as long as Y/N gets better.” Your leader said, smiling at you.

You bowed at them, “Thank you guys, I’m sorry, I will make sure I do well tonight.” You flashed them a smile as you turned around, leaning on Jungkook for support as you closed the door behind you.

“Thank you Kookie. I didn’t mean to take you away from getting ready, you guys are way more important…” You said, looking down.

Jungkook abruptly stopped. “Are you kidding me?”

You looked at him, confusion in your eyes, “What?”

“Y/N, the thought of you in agony because of your ankle makes me sick. I’m even angrier at your group members for making you practice when they knew you were hurt. Nothing is more important than you.” He said, his deep brown eyes looking into yours gently.

You felt a blush take over your cheeks as you looked away, his protective attitude making you flustered. “Jungkook…you really don’t have to worry…”

“Nope sorry, that’s my job. I signed up for that when I asked you to be my girlfriend.” He smiled down at you, his eyes shining. “Now, let’s get you all fixed up.”

Without missing a beat, Jungkook leaned down and picked up up, bridal style.

“J-Jungkook!” You protested, your cheeks reddening at his action.

“I don’t wanna hear it Y/N. I’m taking you back to the dressing room and not letting you leave my side until you feel better. I love you too much to put anything in front of that.” He said as he carried you down the hallway, your heart beating out of your chest as you thanked the world for your wonderfully silly boyfriend.

[zukazukazuka]

Takarazuka ~World of Dreams~ in Seattle

I waited until I got all the way home to Boston to post this because I have so many things I want to get out and it would be impossible to do on my phone, so here I am, waiting for some late night Chinese food to arrive, and I’m going to just sort of wordvomit everything from this past weekend before I put it off too long that it’s just too stale to do anymore or I’ll forget these 5000 thoughts going through my head.  It took me until Friday to finish it, so I wrote it in a couple different chunks and it’s a bit rambling, so....apologies for the length (ahaaahahaa...) and also if I repeat myself...I tried to add pictures in to make it more interesting, ahaha.

As I said in a (forthcoming) podcast of all of us rambling about our thoughts and impressions after the show, it still somehow doesn’t feel real.  There was so much build up prior to the event that now that it’s over I’m still sort left with this lingering feeling of “did that actually happen?”  So much happened over the course of three days.

We flew in on Friday after staying up until 2:30 AM EST finishing costume details and packing.  Our flight was at 9 but I still got up at 5 because I’m a masochist or something, and only grabbed about 3 hours of sleep on the six hour flight (more than usual because I recently purchased a TRTL neck scarf thing and it’s freaking life changing because I can never sleep on planes and neck pillows are bulky and uncomfortable but this thing is MAGIC).  We got to our hotel probably around 2:30, took showers, were starving, so I poked around for potential spots to eat and since it was chilly and rainy I googled for ramen on google maps, and the closest spot was a place called KIKI RAMEN, so, naturally, we had to go (it was delicious btw).

We didn’t have any drinks but those looked pretty great too (yes, it says OG Kiki and Kiki favorites and the actual punchline of this joke is that Kiki herself doesn’t drink so it’s amusing - sidenote: as a testament to her acting talent, she plays a very good drunk.  See: MeMy 2016).

So then, Al and I had a special meeting on Friday evening, which was a costume fitting.  I kept under wraps for months that Sakiko had asked me to provide costumes for this performance for the Rose of Versailles numbers.  The thought of siennes wearing my silly cosplay costumes floored me, and even though I knew I’d have to rework (and actually remake) a few pieces, I enthusiastically agreed.  I knew there would be challenges in the sense that I have very little experience sewing for another person, much less someone I wouldn’t physically have access to ensure a proper fit, but long story short, it happily worked out.  

I can see the mistakes, and there were a few snafus and some misunderstandings, but both Ayaka Rei and Shiho Nanami were so so nice gracious and patient with me that even though I was NERVOUS AS HELL especially going into the first fitting on Friday and had to rework some rework on Sunday (I literally was sewing in a zipper and tacking down the sash right before they had to get dressed for the show), in the end everything turned out fine.  Eriko-san, their manager, was super sweet and multiple times gave me food or snacks (a lifesaver on Sunday hurk).  The header photo is a really bad screencap from some video I took during dress rehearsal, and the photo above is from Eriko-san via Sakiko, as I’m 10000% kicking myself for being too damn shy to ask for a photo for at least my own posterity, but there also just wasn’t a lot of time to do so anyway. 

I remade the brooches (hand gluing several hundred individual rhinestones that took about 3.5 hours per brooch) and they glittered like the flipping sun.  The Oscar coat I had to make a new one of completely because I have 0 experience altering already made garments and my own would be far too big.  Luckily I had the resources to put together something that worked and chose a different version that meant I wouldn’t have to spend 4 hours per sleeve embellishing (and as cool as that would have been and I in theory had time to do it since I had months of advance notice, I also worked 6 days per week from about May through October, so unfortunately the time and sanity just wasn’t there).

These are the original costumes, Andre’s is basically the same. 

And here’s a WIP of the new Oscar coat I made for this show - these are the tails, which you don’t get to see really so...now you do! 

I used some fancy materials because I’m Extra, and if there’s a time to be Extra at all in your costume making it’s when you’re making a Takarazuka costume for actual Takarazuka actresses to wear on stage.  I worried Andre might be too plain, but I had forgotten that there’s actually a solid amount of sequins on that costume too and it sparkled in the stage lights and I was just so happy.  Extra shoutouts to the lady at the fabric store in Pike Market place who had a separating zipper in the exact color and almost exact length I needed, everyone who cheered me on as I was freaking out about Mood not sending my fabric, my friends who did the resin jewels for the center of the brooches, Jen and Becca who sat with me while I sewed down to the wire, and of course my ever patient and wonderful partner Al, who was guinea pig and model and motivator while I sewed for about 4 days straight over Thanksgiving weekend.  A huge huge thank you to Sakiko, the wonder woman of this whole event, for even extending me the opportunity to do this.  (Extra shout out to MAITII (Minami Maito) AND LUNA (Saezuki Runa) for loaning their boots for the performance, THANKS LADIES).

But of course, the deepest thanks and gratitude, from the bottom of my heart, to Ayaka Rei and Shiho Nanami, who again were so kind and patient (especially Ayaka Rei as I had to make the most adjustments to her costume and some trial and error after a couple things didn’t work out), who looked amazing and performed wonderfully and I will just never ever forget those moments for the rest of my life.

Me with the costumes after we got home because idk reasons:

ANYWAY, so we got to quickly meet all four of them briefly on Friday, and I also got to hand off our super modest (本当につまらないものですが）gifts of Boston tea to each of them (because what else do you give people as a representation of where you live when you’re from Boston that isn’t overly MURRICA but is still notable - tea).  Mariho Erina greeted us in English and I felt like all weekend she was excited to use it as much as she could - she and Tama Mayura were both so sweet.

On Saturday we met up with lovelies  @zukadiary​, @suitsuite​, @hoshigomi​, and S for some wandering around Pike Place Market (I’m only slightly bummed that because of the craziness of the weekend it didn’t afford much time for actual sightseeing), lunch, and some brief shopping before going our separate ways for a few hours.  I spent some time doing some fixes to the costumes before getting ready for our dinner party / ochakai with the “superfans” (lololol) and the OGs, which ended up being in a more tea party format and was so fun to spend time with other fans that I hadn’t met before in person or don’t get to see often - @suitsuite did a great writeup of the events here, so I’ll let you wander over there to check out her account.  We ended up in the front row center (lawl) which was pretty great for when they sang for us, ngl.  Unfortunately I started the event with a headache that proceeded to a nasty migraine by the end, so we had to skip out on karaoke and head back to the hotel immediately after everything was over because I got full on sick shortly after.  Luckily I felt much better after that and passed out.

Oh yeah, while walking around the Pike Place area, I spotted this restaurant: 

(By the way yes I realize it’s probably not that uncommon of a name but it works with the theme, ok)

On Sunday we got up earlyish (still being on east cost time it meant I was awake at like 6 AM but stayed in bed for a while after) and ate at Biscuit Bitch which was nextdoor to our hotel and was flipping d e l i c i o u s.  120% recommend.  I got their Seattle Fog drink which was Early gray, vanilla, steamed milk, and orange zest.  So A+.  They have gluten free versions of their biscuits and gravy, too!

Sunday was fun (I am being both facetious and serious at the same time here) because I ended up having to go run around looking for a fabric store for a zipper, since my original hook and eye closure for Oscar’s jacket wasn’t going to work for the change they needed to make for the next song, so I googlemaped this place called Our Fabric Stash, which is a cool concept of being able to sell off your extra fabric and maybe pick up some other stuff for a project - awesome recycling concept, and she had a bunch of vintage patterns and all kinds of stuff, including aforementioned gold find of a zipper (which I ended up putting in in a stupid way the first time and fixed later after dress rehearsal).  The woman there was super super nice and I wish I’d had more time to spend and talk with her and look around, but it took five of us like 20 minutes just to find it since it was buried in the market (I ended up running into several other zuka people down there during my own hunt who were also looking for the same shop) and I had limited time left to go put this thing in.

We made it to the theater just in the nick of time for dress rehearsal, realized there were still other things I’d need to fix afterward which became evident during that part of the rehearsal, so I stole the jacket away to rework the zipper again and fix a major flaw.  It was a great learning experience because I had to rewire my brain to not think like a cosplayer in the fact that I can’t just pin everything because these pieces all have to come off relatively quickly, and you only get a few minutes to actually look at them.  I had zero time to even put much makeup on at all during the whole day because there was just no down time to do it (I was literally hand sewing up until maybe 10 minutes before the show).  Not a BIG deal obviously but I like to be fancy when I can (luckily I had had the chance to not look like a scrub the past two nights so yay).  Eriko-san, their manager, graciously gave me two onigiri because I hadn’t eaten anything since that morning and I’m pretty sure it’s the only thing that really kept me from full on passing out later in the day.

Suddenly, it was time for the show.

There was a big center block of us right in front, which was honestly, so, so much fun - to go see a show with other foreign fans is rare, and it’s stupid rare for so many of us to be all together at once.  I wonder what the rest of the audience made of us, particularly at moments like when we all whispered “STAR!” to Ayaka Rei for the English word of her troupe when she forgot during her introduction.  But at any rate, Becca and Jen gave a wonderful short introduction to Takarazuka and foreign fans, and then they played the video from the English website that went a little more in depth (if you haven’t seen it, it’s a Time) - it’s actually a good overview despite a few funny quirks.  And then - OH AND THEN - the curtain raises and ahh the four of them are standing on stage, the Mariho Erina and Tama Mayura in lovely beautiful dresses to either side of Ayaka Rei and Shiho Nanami wearing my costumes, and they just glittered, literally and figuratively, and wow.  I’d forgotten how many sequins ACTUALLY were on that Andre jacket and it just glittered.  I could see some mistakes, worried that people would notice them, but in the end I just hoped that all of the sparkles were a big enough distraction that it wouldn’t matter.  I never imagined these costumes would be on stage, nevermind on actual former Takarasiennes, and just - hell.  It was amazing.  It is amazing, and I’m so happy I could make something so beautiful and bring together both of my stupidly expensive, ridiculous hobbies together like this.

The show was so fun - lots of familiar favorites of course, @suitsuite did another great writeup of the whole thing here, so I’ll just mention a few of my favorite scenes, which was of course the berubara opening songs, getting to hear Mariho Erina’s beautiful Watshi Dake Ni not once, not twice, but THREE times (because I got to sit in and listen to dress rehearsal) was pretty ace, but the moments I LOVED was them utilizing the stairs along the audience and high-fiving Nanami-san, all of their energy, the smiles on their faces and the tears in their eyes when we cheered and jumped to our feet at the end of the show.  I was so happy that the rest of the audience in the theater also enjoyed it, whether they already knew Takarazuka or were experiencing a taste of it for the first time, it was just so, so wonderful.  I LOVED the “rock” version of Sumire no Hana, and it was just SO MUCH FUN.

After the show we had to hang around for a while before grabbing the costumes, and since Al had been roped into doing the merch table, I chatted with some people who wandered by wanting more info before a few of us were used to help stage for the interview.  After that was done we grabbed the costumes, unfortunately had a really quick time to say goodbye, and then we met up with so many of you wonderful, amazing people for a post-show viewing party where we recorded reactions for the podcast, ordered enough pizza to feed a small army, and @hoshigomi and I polished off two bottles of sparkling rose like champs while watching SANTE, HOT EYES, Romance!!, and half of Sports day.  In all honesty, that was my favorite part of the weekend.  I’m so, SO sad we’re all so far flung that we don’t get to see each other very often at all, I’m SO sad for the people I didn’t get to see or meet because you couldn’t make it for one reason or another, but that’s what made this all the more special, what makes me wish we could ALL get together at some point, some day, JUST to hang out and scream and talk in person, to wear out our voices rather than our fingers, and as mentioned somewhere - the incredible concept of just LEANING OVER and showing someone new iride photos rather than sending them on LINE or twitter or whatever.

I said this on the recording that you’ll get to hear later, but I love Takarazuka for the love that it encourages - the love and happiness you feel watching a show, the love you have for the actresses, the love that other fans spread by paying it forward, by the random acts of kindness, by finding ways bring that love and happiness to others.  Especially in the past couple of years, I’ve needed that love more than ever.  I miss all of you so much, and I hope someday to meet those of you I haven’t yet in person to be able to soon.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.

[nanigma]

Hinoka+Saizo(u) - Japanese support

Another request down. Had some free time over the easter weekend. 

I put my thoughts after the support this time, since I think that works out better.

C-support

Hinoka: Who is there? Show yourself!

Saizou: As expected of you, Lady Hinoka. I thought I had done everything to hide my presence and yet you saw through it immediately.

Hinoka: Well, your presence is just very … striking, Saizou.

Saizou: Your presence seems very much the same to me, Lady Hinoka.

Hinoka: Haha. Although we have known each other for so long, you haven't really changed. So... what could you want at this hour?  

Saizou: Lord Ryouma has entrusted me with a secret message for you. I was specifically ordered to deliver it to you at this time today.

Hinoka: Big brother Ryouma? What did he write?

Saizou: I wouldn't know. It is not my place to read the contents of his messages.

Hinoka: I see. Well, I'll read it then. …. Huh, could it be? … I see. Alright then.

Saizou: ….....

Hinoka: I received the message. You did well, Saizou.

Saizou: Yes. I shall take my leave now.

Hinoka: Saizou.. it's just.. aren't curious what the message was about?

Saizou: No, that is not for me to know. I simply deliver messages and nothing more. Farewell..

Hinoka: …...

B-support

Saizou: Lady Hinoka.

Hinoka: If it isn't Saizou. I already know why you are here. Big brother send me another message, right?

Saizou: I did as I was ordered. Here it is.

Hinoka: Yeah.... Huh?…. I see.

Saizou: …..

Hinoka: Hmm, alright.

Saizou: If there is nothing else..

Hinoka: Saizou. Are you really not the least bit curious about this message?

Saizou: No, it would be too forward of me. Of course, if Lord Ryouma approved of it, I would likely read it.

Hinoka: I see. Still, you have been serving both my brother and the royal family for a long time now. Isn't it frustrating not be trusted with the contents of the messages you are ordered to deliver?

Saizou: No. Now that I think about it.. um, Lady Hinoka.. listening to you makes it sound as if you want me to be reading these messages.

Hinoka: N- No, that's not.. it.

Saizou: I see.. I deeply apologize.

Hinoka: *cough* Well, I have written a reply. Deliver this to my brother on the day I specified.

Saizou: Yes. I, Saizou, will do my duty and see this message delivered for the sake of my Lord Ryouma.

(he leaves)

Hinoka: Saizou...

A-Support

Hinoka: Saizou.. I need to apologize.

Saizou: Whatever for, Lady Hinoka?

Hinoka: It's about the messages me and my brother had you deliver between us. … There was a reason for that. The truth is, one of my brother's vassal lords claimed that you had betrayed us. He said you were leaking information to the enemy.

Saizou: What!?

Hinoka: In the end, it turned out that this lord had been trying to sow discord within the Hoshidan ruling house for his own benefit..  He was a traitor who planned to overthrow the royal family. In that, he proved himself quite cunning. About now, he has probably been arrested already.

Saizou: I... see.

Hinoka: The messages were all part of a secret test my brother devised for you.

Saizou: Lord Ryouma did!?

Hinoka: Please do not blame him for it. Since these accusations were being made by a high-ranking lord, we had no choice but to investigate. Within the war council, there were also several lords who had grown suspicious of you through these accusations.

Saizou: I see.

Hinoka: I want you to know that, above all, me and big brother Ryouma were always convinced of your innocence.

Saizou: In that case.. all your inquiries about the messages' contents were simply to check if I had actually been reading them while delivering them to you? It was to determine my loyalty?

Hinoka: Essentially, yes.

Saizou: Then please accept my apologies. No matter the circumstances, I ended up wasting your and my lord's precious time.

Hinoka: No. Even if it was only for appearances, I willingly took part in this deception. Because our influence alone wasn't enough. I apologize..

Saizou: Please do not be ashamed, Lady Hinoka. However, if I had in some way betrayed my knowledge of the messages' contents, what would you have done?

Hinoka: Hmm.. In that case I would have probably killed you.

Saizou: In your position, I would likely do the same, Lady Hinoka. Your and Lord Ryouma's course of action was the right one. I am proud to have proven my loyalty.

Hinoka: Saizou... The royal family is truly blessed to have a retainer like you. We shall always be grateful for your continued service.

Saizou: I accept these words with the deepest sense of gratitude.

S-support

Saizou: Lady Hinoka, do you have some time?

Hinoka: Ah, Saizou. I am still very sorry about the other day. Just looking at you makes me feel terrible about what we did.

Saizou: ….... Lady Hinoka. You are indeed a very kind person.

Hinoka: Eh?

Saizou: Whenever I came to deliver the messages, you would always ask me about their contents openly. Were you... trying to convey that I was under suspicion?  

Hinoka: .. Yeah, that's right. But there was no way I could tell you that up-front.

Saizou: And yet you had no reason to do so... That kindness of yours is what made me fall in love with you.

Hinoka: W- What!? Fall in love!?

Saizou: .. Yes. I am sorry this so sudden. Of course you'd be surprised. Nonetheless, I feel like this is something that has to be said. Because of our different ranks, I have no hope of marrying you. I know that even conveying my feelings is a dangerous matter. However.. I couldn't bring myself not to tell you. Please forgive me.. Lady Hinoka.

Hinoka: Saizou.. No, there is nothing to apologize for. Thank you.. and I love you too.

Saizou: Eh!?

Hinoka: I fell for you when I saw how deeply loyal you are to my brother. I know that he is still the one you are devoted to most, but I hope to someday take his place..

Saizou: Y- you have made me very happy. Never before has anyone else made my heart beat this fast. If you really accept my feelings, I swear that you shall always be first in my heart.

Hinoka: Yes, thank you. But it's fine if I am not your first priority until the war ends. Right now, we both need to live for big brother's- no, for Hoshido's sake.  

Saizou: Yes!

Hinoka: Let us both support my brother and bring peace to this world as soon as possible.

Saizou: Of course!

- Another one that went almost unchanged in the localization.. which isn’t really that great of a thing in this case. This support always felt silly to me. If Ryouma’s word wasn’t enough to clear Saizou’s name, then why would an investigation conducted entirely by the people already convinced of Saizou’s innocence do anything? And if everyone did accept Ryouma’s word about having done an investigation.. why did he even do it if he thought there was nothing to check (unless they actually did suspect Saizou, which is dumb and Hinoka explicitly denied it)?

A better way to handle this would have been telling Saizou about the situation in the C-support and then just focusing on putting on a show about there being an investigation while Ryouma send Kagerou to uncover the Lord’s scheme. And have Saizou and Hinoka actually grow closer during it. Because that was seriously missing from this support.

At least we get some minor worldbuilding for Hoshido. Too bad that the enomourly powerful vassal lords never show up outside if this one support...