#and they were like 'it's not the 30th yet so we can't do that yet' EVEN THOUGH THE 30TH WAS A SATURDAY. WHERE DOCTORS AREN'T OPEN

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my dumbass didn't check work emails for over a week so I missed that they contacted me bc something went wrong with my e-AUs 🥴

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harry's 30th birthday blurb with 1d!yn?! 👀

Birthday Surprises

SUMMARY: Harry celebrates his 19th and 30th birthday with the person he loves.

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn, married!ynrry

Since 2010 masterlist

Not to sound ungrateful, but Harry thinks that this was one of the worst birthday celebrations that he's ever had.

Tonight, he just wanted to spend his last year being a teenager having fun with friends—not be completely embarrassed and uncomfortable being strip teased and danced on by strippers. 

Not to mention that afterwards, One Direction’s management team had booked him to do a relationship stunt for the night. So as he walked out of the club and into his security team’s Range Rover, a tall, blonde model was by his side. As bad as it sounded, he couldn’t remember the girl’s name for the life of him. 

Nothing was going to happen with her anyways. All they had to do was a couple of paparazzi pictures of them together before they’re driven off into the night. The driver would discreetly drop her off at her own hotel before escorting Harry back to his. 

So there's not an ounce of uncertainty that when Harry comes out of the elevator, he's absolutely tired and wants nothing more than to be left alone.

He waves his card key in front of the lock and once he hears the little "beep" sound, he pushes the heavy door open.

His irritation and tiredness might have just peaked over its breaking point when he begins to hear rustling from inside. He’s already extremely worn out that he doesn’t even want to put in the effort into putting on a nice face to whoever’s inside his hotel room. But the smile that appears on his face is effortless when he sees YN flicking the wheel of the lighter over some birthday candles sticking out of a chocolate cake.

“Fucking fuck—oh, surprise!” She hops, extending her arms out beside her in what she hopes to look like a grand gesture.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re celebrating your birthday.” 

Anyone a mile away can tell how uncomfortable he was during the whole stripper fiasco. It sucked to have to stand off to the side, a faux smile on her face to see her bandmate in that type of situation. As much as she wanted to stay with him for the other “fun” festivities the night had to offer, she knew that she couldn’t let his birthday end the way it was heading. So she took the chance to leave the club a bit early and hoped that he would be up for one more celebratory, late night hang out.  

“But, but it’s already past midnight,” He blinks, still a little dumbfounded at the kind surprise before him.

"Oh come on, we only have—err—three, ah! Two more minutes until your birthday is officially over." YN pulls Harry over to the small dining table and sits him down in front of his freshly lit cake. It's then that he notices the shaky lettering on the cake that reads, “Happy Birthday Harry!” Letting him know that she went more out of her way for him than she initially let on. 

She comically clears her throat before beautifully yet quickly singing the infamous Happy Birthday song. The song isn't being yelled at to him by a big group of people, and the room isn't jam-packed with people he doesn't know. When he leans over to blow out his candles, he isn't fearful of hands going to the back of his head to stuff his face into the cake.

He doesn’t think twice about wrapping her up in his arms. He squeezes the tops of her shoulders tightly and she nestles into his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of her head, “Thank you.”

The sentiment doesn't, can't go by unnoticed, but it doesn't seem totally out of the norm. This is Harry. A sweet and affectionate person whose love language is undoubtedly physical touch. If anything, it'd be YN feeling the one out of place in this situation. And maybe it was a change of heart towards her anti-touchy feelings or maybe it was because of his birthday. Either way, he's grateful for the way she's letting him hold her. If it were anyone else, she definitely wouldn't wrap her arms around his torso, humming at the warmth he brings.

"Well the night doesn’t have end here,” YN blinks up at him. As if they both realize their close proximity, they slowly pull away to give each other some space. “If you're still up for it and not too tuckered out, I rented that one stupid rom com you like. The one with the guy standing outside with the signs."

"Love Actually? I thought you didn't like that movie."

"Well to be fair, I actually have never seen it. But it’s your birthday and this is sort of part of my gift to you. You know, if you even wanna see it. If not, I can just fuck off and you can sleep because I know you probably had a pretty eventful day—”

She’s rambling. YN’s rambling—a quality she was never prone to particularly show, but it’s cute. He thinks she’s cute. 

“YN,” He chuckles, effectively cutting her off. “I’m down to watch it.”

“Really? Okay, cool. Because I already have the film on queue in the room so that would have been real fooking embarrassing.” Annnd she’s back.

He watches with curious eyes as she carefully slides the heavy cake plate onto her hands. 

She throws a nod towards the kitchenette, “Mind grabbing the forks.”

As much as Harry tries to resist it, he can’t seem to wipe the smile off his face. He quickly grabs the two utensils before following behind her to the open bedroom. YN quite literally steps onto the foot of the bed before carefully sitting down, balancing the cake in her hands.

He sits down next to her, handing her the fork just as she begins the movie. They both dig their forks into the middle of the cake, taking out a chunk.

“Happy birthday, Harry,” She says, clicking the ends of their forks together. She happily hums at the delicious dessert but it quickly turns into a groan at the opening aong of the movie. “Ah not this stupid song again. I felt like this was all i was hearing just the other month.”

He’d be lying if he said he was watching more of the movie than her. His cheeks hurt from chuckling at her witty commentary and he tries not to make a big deal about the way she actually started to get into the film. So as he eats cake and spends the rest of the night with his best friend, he thinks that this might be the best birthday he’s had in a long time.

• 11 years later ●

YN stumbles through the front door as Harry cradles her in his arms, his mouth feverishly pressed to hers. They smile through their kisses, and he hums as she runs her finger through his growing curls. Harry kicks the door of their shared home behind him and blindly tosses the keys haphazardly in the general direction of the bowl by the door.

“Okay, okay,” YN pushes against his shoulders, finally getting a breath in, the pair still walking further into their home without separating. “So I know you said you didn't want any more presents—”

“Baby,” the grown man playfully whines. “You've already given me everything.” In all sincerity, she really has in his eyes. He’s been in love with the woman before him since they were sixteen. He wanted to be with her since their time in the band, through the making of their solo albums and everything in between. Even though it’s been a little over a year now, it still brings an explainable peace and warmth to his heart that she’s now his wife; not his friend with benefits, secret lovers, or merely a couple, but married.

And today couldn't have gone better. YN had the whole day planned. They started the day with lazy morning sex that turned into breakfast in bed. They spent the afternoon down by a secluded beach, having an impromptu dip in the water just before eating the lunch she packed for them. Then, after a plane ride to their private villa in Italy, they've just got back from having a beautiful dinner at his favorite restaurant.

“There's nothing more I could possibly want. Ooo, unless you're hiding some sexy lingerie under this fine ass dress you got here.” He says into her the crook of her neck, already sponging kisses onto her skin.

YN lets out a laugh, especially as his fingers begin to bunch up her silk dress. “No! Well, not no but—”

“So you do,” Harry says with excitement, the creases in his eyes appear when he hears her laughter. 

“Just hang on a sec. Your present is upstairs.”

“So I get to unwrap my last birthday present in the bedroom,” He teases her further. Her husband relishes in the way she lets out a girly squeal when he dips down and effortlessly lifts her over his shoulder to bring them into the master bedroom. 

 “Wait, wait,” She pushes as Harry plops them down on the bed, already trapping her underneath him. “Wait here. I’ll be back in a sec.”

Once she's managed to wiggle herself free (with great effort, no thanks to Harry) she scurries off to the connected bathroom.

He sits himself down on the bed, undoing the cuffs of his button up before rolling up his sleeves, preparing himself to see if wife in lacy undergarments that are only begging to be taken off by his teeth. Or torn off. Either one would work.

“H, close your eyes.” YN says from behind the door. “I mean it, no peeking.”

“Alright, alright.” He complies, already feeling a childlike sense of giddy anticipation. 

“Are they closed?”

“Yeah.”

“...are you sure?”

“Yes! For fuck sake’s woman. Being so mean on my birthday,” he laughs.

He feels the bed dip next to him before a kiss is pressed to his lips. Before he can bring his hands to her jaw to deepen the sweet kiss, he feels something being placed in his hands.

“Okay, open them,” she says against his lips.

He pulls back and sees a red box tied with a bow on top. 

“Lovie, you really shouldn't have.”

“Last one, I promise.”

Just to tease her, he brings the small box next to his head and shakes it slightly to hear the contents rattle inside.

YN makes a strategic move by placing one of her hands behind him so her thumb can twist at her rings, knowing that that's her dead giveaway for her nerves.

When he opens the lid, it's only then his face gets serious—lips slightly parted with soft eyes. On top of the pile of confetti lies a pregnancy test. The small, red plus line stares back at him clear as day.

“YN?” When he looks to his love, she begins to hold back her tears at the sight of his watery eyes and pink nose. “Is—wha—are you sure?”

“I took like five of them just to be sure,” she lets out a chuckle.

“We’re having a baby?” Words can't describe the warmth and happiness that fills her chest at his excitement. It's not like they haven't mentioned having kids before. It's been brought up a couple of times, most recently these past two years, but the timing was never right. They were always working; whether it be on making an album, working on themselves, and for the longest time, tour was their babies. But now that their 2 year world tours have ended and they've finally had time to go MIA for a couple of months, it didn't feel like a better time.

The couple wasn't setting up a schedule or anything technical to have a baby. Especially since going on their second honeymoon had been occupying their schedule right after touring was done, they decided that baby making would happen naturally. Whenever their baby decided to enter their lives, that would be the perfect time.

YN nods and before she can say the words to verbally confirm, he has her wrapped in his arms. Harry lifts her off the bed and gives her a little twirl.

As quickly as he picked her up, he's on his knees before her and puts a gentle hand on her tummy.

“Hi, bubba,” he says softly. YN beams at the sight, already wiping at the happy tears running down her cheeks. “I'm your daddy, and I love you so so much.”

After placing a gentle kiss on her stomach, he finally takes his wife's face in his hands and kisses her. It isn't rushed or filled with a sexual need. It's soft and filled with so much love and passion.

“We're gonna be parents, baby. You’re gonna make the best momma," he says sincerely, getting more emotional at the thought of holding a mini YN or a mini him in his arms in less than a year from now.

"And you're gonna make the best dad," she hums. He wraps his arms around the tops of her shoulders, pulling her close to him as she cuddles into him. He presses a kiss to her forehead and sniffs back his tears.

"I love you so much."

“i love you, baby. Happy birthday, Harry.”

.

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fuck me up, florida.

warnings: angst for the majority of it, sex at the end though, legal use of alcohol (reader and logan are both 23,) mentions of gunshot wounds, minor character death, based on a taylor swift song, childhood (middle/high school) friends to lovers, idiots in love, "you came" "you called," reader is half mexican (mom's side), slightly inaccurate bc i know carola wasn't at the miami gp but just go with it for the plot, reader's last name is rodriguez,

author's note: y'all i apologize if any of the spanish grammar is a little weird. my spanish is rusty, pls don't hate me for it

logan sargeant x female reader

i need to forget so

tuesday, april 30th.

you scan your ticket, the screen displaying your name and seat number. 12A. at least it'll be easy to sleep, you think.

after shoving your suitcase above your seat, you shuffle your way to the window and buckle yourself in.

are you really doing this? flying a couple thousand miles to visit your childhood best friend who, up until recently, had you convinced that his newfound fame that he'd gathered by announcing his enrollment in the williams driver's academy made him too good for you.

the only thing that made you think otherwise was the instagram dm he'd sent you five weeks prior, asking if you'd be able to make it to the miami grand prix. instead of a simple yes or no, you responded with the heaviest three words you've ever seen in order.

can we call?

logan picked up on the second ring.

"hey."

"hey."

"how's texas?"

you smile. "hot. sunny. flat. beachless."

"so... it's good?" you hate that you can still picture his facial expressions even after not seeing him for years except for on tv.

"'s okay, but it's not home, y'know?"

"definitely. it doesn't matter how much i decorate my place in england, it's never florida."

"nothing besides florida is ever florida," you sigh, looking out the window of your apartment. "how's the season been?" you don't exactly know why you're asking. you know exactly how his season's gone. you keep every single detail of every single race weekend meticulously catalogued in a journal that you take everywhere with you. no matter what, you've stayed up late or woken up early to watch every race, as if your hopeful energy would make its way across the world to him in time.

"honestly? it's been pretty shit. the car handles really badly and wasn't really even ready for the first few hours of testing in bahrain. i can't get it to perform and maybe that's just because i haven't linked with the car yet, but it still really sucks."

you sigh, hoping logan can't tell how disappointed you are with his team and engineers. "you need a better team, lo."

"i know." there's silence between you for a few moments, and every second that passes makes it grow heavier on your chest. "will you come to miami?"

there it is. the reason you called him.

"i don't know, lo. don't get me wrong, i'd love to, but it's really short notice and i don't know if i could afford the trip. i might be able to make it to austin, but i'll need the time to save the money for the trip."

"i'll fly you out," logan immediately says, his tone almost desperate. longing. "i'll pay for your flight, your hotel, everything. please?"

that last word hit you like a punch in the gut. you only had one more reason to not go and you weren't about to tell him that reason. it was a shitty excuse anyways.

you're not about to tell him that the reason you moved to texas was to give him the space he needed to be able to succeed in his career and for you to succeed in yours.

take me to florida

you're jolted awake by the force of the plane landing, if you can call the awkward limbo you were stuck in sleep. immediately, your stomach twists with anxiety. logan had offered to pick you up from the airport, but you refused.

"i'll just take an uber," you'd said. "i'm gonna want to relax a bit after the flight, y'know?"

his only trade-off? you met him for dinner. simple enough, right?

in theory.

now, standing in front of the full-length mirror in your hotel room, you debate between a floral sundress and a pair of denim shorts, a tank top, and a white button-up t-shirt with a colorful inkblot pattern.

you decide on the sundress.

fifteen minutes later, you're pushing earrings through your piercings, silver abstract shapes you'd bought on a trip to europe with your mother. you have to leave, but the situation you're in sucks. your hair won't sit right on your head, either being too frizzy from the humidity or losing any and all volume, and your makeup just doesn't seem like it'll last in the miami heat.

fuck it.

who are you dressing for, anyways?

logan's seen you at your absolute worst. he was the only one you let yourself cry in front of after your father died. he was the one that held you for what seemed like hours while you sobbed into his chest and he told you that none of it was your fault- that you never could have known that, when you hugged him before he left for the police station, told him you loved him, and slipped a note into his lunch box, the next time you would see him, he would be laying in a casket. he was the only one that could make you smile in the weeks following his funeral, dropping his entire schedule if you simply sent him a text that said "can you come over?"

the restaurant logan found isn't too far from your hotel, so you ultimately decide to walk. your walk is over before you're able to process that it even started and you're taking out your earbuds and putting them in your bag, taking out your phone instead to text logan.

i'm here.

i've got some regrets

were you always this breathtakingly beautiful?

logan's phone buzzes in his front pocket, but he knows it's you texting him. he doesn't even bother taking it out of his pocket before standing up from his seat at the bar and walking over to you, and when you see him, your smile almost makes his heart melt.

"hey," he says, and he hopes his voice doesn't waver from how nervous he is.

"hey. i missed you," you respond, dodging the hand he holds out and going in for a hug. "i've known you since middle school, logan, i'm not shaking your hand."

your arms around him and your body pressed against his almost makes logan short circuit. thankfully, he's able to regain control of his brain and hug you back, hopefully before you realize he isn't hugging you back.

when you pull back, the hug seeming way too brief for logan's preference, you're looking up and smiling with a sparkle in your eyes that makes him regret not making enough time for you. "thanks for bringing me out here."

"thanks for coming. do you want a drink?"

"sure. do you have a table yet?"

"i was waiting for you."

"in that case, lead the way." you gesture towards the restaurant, and logan shows you to a booth in the corner. soon enough, a waiter comes over to you and sets down two glasses of water and two menus.

"welcome in, y'all. do we need a bit of time to look at the menu or do we know what we want to get started?" his southern drawl is thick, and it reminds you of texas. but you're in florida now.

"i think we'll look at the menu for a minute, thanks," logan says, and the waiter nods and walks away. as you open the menu and begin looking, logan points out something you might like and you do the same for him. conversation begins to flow freely between you, and it reminds you of the times in high school when you would go out with friends.

eventually, you decide on a plate of nachos and logan gets a plate of wings. as you wait for your food, you catch up on everything: your move to texas, logan's racing career, your work volunteering with the austin philharmonic, his homesickness from living in england, and everything in between. you crack stupid jokes, share bites of food, and steal sips of each other's drinks.

it's like old times.

i'll bury them in florida

on wednesday, you and logan drive up to visit your father's headstone. it's difficult. it's only the third time you've visited him since he was buried three years ago. the first time you visited him was a year after he died. even a year later, you still carried so much anger and hatred towards the doctors and nurses that were operating on him, trying desperately to save his life after two bullets hit him- one in his leg, one in his torso.

he died on the table.

the second time was just a few months after, and you were still wearing your cap, gown, and stole from your graduation ceremony. by then, you had been able to forgive the doctors and had graduated in the top 10% of your class. four years of hell had finally rewarded you with a degree in instrumental performance and an internship at the south florida symphony orchestra.

now, the third time, you have a picnic blanket and lunch packed into the backseat of logan's car, the windows are rolled down, and your favorite playlist is shuffled on the aux. it's a beautiful day, too; it isn't too hot (even with the humidity,) there's a gentle breeze in the air, and clouds occasionally cover the sun. when logan pulls into the parking lot of the cemetery and you sling your tote bag full of food over your shoulder, your hands start shaking.

of course, logan notices.

his hand slides into your own, and you look up at him. his eyes meet yours and you smile. "thank you for coming with me," you say.

"of course. i didn't want you to have to do this alone."

you look back at the gate into the cemetery, the black bars menacingly sleek and very, very terrifying. you chew your lower lip in anxiety. "i don't know if i can do it, logan."

"i'm here with you. i know you. you're strong. you aren't the kind of person to let a gate scare you." you laugh lightly, looking down at the ground. the gravel of the parking lot, your scuffed, beat-up high top purple converse, and logan's nike dunks make up what you have to describe as a perfect picture. your phone is in your free hand before you know it, and you're lining up the shot. "still into photography, huh?"

"yep. i have some cameras in my suitcase at the hotel." when you pocket your phone and look back up at him, logan's heart melts. the shine in your eyes and the passion in your smile is enough to soften anyone's heart, but for him, as someone who's known you for years and has been there for you through thick and thin, it touches him in such a special way. "i'm hoping to get some good photos of the races. but enough delaying. let's go visit my dad."

the creak of the gates opening makes your ears bleed, and you laugh at how logan is making the exact same face as you in reaction to such a shrill sound. despite only having visited his headstone twice before, you remember exactly where in the cemetery it is and are able to find it within five minutes.

"hi, dad," you begin, your voice already wavering just the slightest and tears beginning to well in your eyes. logan's hand squeezes yours, though, and you're reminded that he's right there. he always will be. you take a deep breath and continue. "i miss you. we all do. i know i haven't visited you in a while, and i'm sorry about that. i really do have to come stop by every now and then. i moved to austin and have a volunteering gig with the austin philharmonic at almost every show and i have a job at a company that helps students with learning disabilities learn instruments. it's really fun." you pause to wipe the tears off of your cheeks, your nose beginning to drip. "sam is in his junior year of college, and he's majoring in engineering. he flew the coop, but he still comes home for the summers. he, uh, he actually got in to c.u. boulder, like he always talked about. that kid was always thinking about college, even in middle school.

"i'm actually here with logan, too, if you hadn't noticed. do you, uh, do you want to fill him in on what's going on with you, or should i keep going?"

"whatever you prefer."

"okay, i'm going to keep talking, because i think if i don't, i'm going to completely break down. logan finally signed with williams to drive on their formula 1 team last year, like i always said he would. i'm really proud of him and really regret not telling him that more, and now that i'm saying it out loud i'm promising both you and him that i'll tell him that more often. the race this weekend is actually here, in florida. miami, specifically. it's always a celebrity shit show that no one really wants to see, but it's the main opportunity for the celebrity sponsors to actually go to a race.

"what else has been going on? oh, mom is still a therapist. i can't tell you much about that because of hipaa, but she always comes home saying that she's glad that she could help someone. i'm gonna have dinner with her tomorrow night, and then i'm going back into miami to watch logan's practice sessions."

you pause your rambling, thinking about what there is to say next, but your thought is interrupted by your stomach grumbling. loud. you and logan laugh just as loudly, the sound echoing through the grass field and stone gravesites. "oh, yeah, that's another thing. we brought lunch. i also got you pink tulips, because i know they're your favorite." you delicately rest the bouquet on your father's headstone as you sit down, then pull out the different plastic containers filled with food you'd stolen from the williams hospitality. "you'd be proud of me, dad. i smuggled this entire picnic out of the wiliams motorhome without a hiccup. robin hood style."

logan laughs, and you turn to him. he's mirrored your position, sitting cross-legged on the grass. "apple?"

"nah, i'm gonna start with my sandwich. i did grab you some of the salt and vinegar chips i know you like."

the look logan gives you can only be described as pure adoration. "you," he says, pointing a finger at you in an incredibly sassy manner, "are an absolute goddess."

"i know," you respond cheekily, tossing some hair over your shoulder.

the banter between the two of you continues through your picnic, laughter and smiles erasing the dried tracks of tears on your cheeks and on logan's. you're almost able to forget where you are.

tell me i'm despicable

almost two hours later, the two of you are laying in a nearby park underneath a tree, peacefully observing the clouds that pass overhead and talking even more about any topic that comes to your mind. the question that's been gnawing at you since your plane landed in miami eventually bubbles to the surface, and it tumbles past your lips before you can stop it.

"did you ever wonder why i moved to texas?" you look to your left where logan rests, but he keeps looking up at the sky. you mirror him.

"i always assumed it was just because you needed a change of scenery. after everything that happened and your music career taking off, it would make sense that you would relocate to somewhere better suited for you."

"that's the thing, though. if i'm being entirely honest with you, lo, i hate texas. i hate the whole state. i hate how hot it is all the time without even being humid, i hate not being able to go to the beach. i hate how dry it is. i hate how flat it is. i hate the monotony of it. i hate not being here."

logan hesitates for a moment before speaking, and it's the longest moment you've ever experienced. "why did you move to austin, then?"

when he looks over at you, you're chewing your lower lip. it's a nervous tic, logan's noticed. he's not even sure if you know you do it. "honestly? i thought you moved on from our friendship. i thought everything with f1 suddenly got so big and important and famous that maybe i wasn't... enough? i thought that being a police officer's daughter from the same town as you that was studying to teach people how to understand and play music maybe just wasn't cool enough to be friends with a world-renowned formula 1 driver."

logan's heart almost shatters when he hears the weakness in your voice. you sound so broken and so alone. he knew that, when you lost your father, you isolated yourself from a lot of people, even your best friend from high school and through your first year of college. he was the only person outside of your immediate family that you spent a decent amount of time with, but when he was admitted to the driver's academy he had to move to england. he abandoned you.

"i didn't. i never forgot about you. sometimes i still look through the photos we have together because i miss you that much."

you sit up, tears pricking your eyes for the second time that day. "really?"

"yeah. maybe once a week?"

when you look down at logan, you're suddenly starstruck. you can't help but notice all of his little features that you wouldn't see if you didn't know to look for them. his freckles that are so light you'd have to squint to see them if you didn't know them like the back of your hand. the mole on his chin that he'd always been self-conscious about but you've always seen it as beautiful. the lines from where his eyes crinkle when he smiles. the annoyingly perfect flop of his hair that he's styled almost the exact same way since you started high school together. an urge you haven't felt in years suddenly bubbles, white-hot in the pit of your stomach, and it's boiling over before you can stop it. your eyes are closed and your lips are on his. finally. after years of wanting, of stares that lasted just a bit too long to be just friendly, of flushed faces and nervous excuses, you're finally kissing him.

but he's not kissing you back.

you pull back immediately, panicked that you read something wrong. you turn away, hiding your face in your hands out of shame. "shit, logan, i'm so sorry. i thought-"

"kiss me again." logan sits up, and when you turn around, the look he's giving you can only be described as completely and entirely fucked. you don't question his statement, just lean forward, placing your lips on his, and letting yourself melt. he moans softly into the kiss, his right arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer. when you pull away and open your eyes, your breath catches in your throat. he looks beautiful. his eyes remain closed, but when they flutter open, you see colors in them that you've never seen before. sure, you've always seen the darker rim of blue that outlines his irises, but now that you're so close to him, you can see the flecks of green and grey in them. it's the most stunning thing you've ever seen.

eventually, you break the silence between the two of you. "i've wanted to kiss you for so long," you whisper, so quiet you're not sure logan heard it.

but he did.

"me, too," he says, and after a beat of silence between you two, you both burst out laughing. the laugh he hears from you is the pure, bright laugh that logan's missed so dearly, the laugh that you only really let him hear. the laugh that has tears in your eyes and makes you snort because you're laughing so hard you can't even breathe properly.

eventually, when you're able to calm down, your head resting on logan's shoulder, your hand holding his, you're able to process what just happened. you just hope logan is processing it, too.

"we just kissed."

"yes. we did."

"how long have you held out on me?"

"since christmas of sophomore year. when you made me the chevron bracelet with my favorite colors."

you laugh, then lift your head to look at him. "i fell for you in october of that year. when you convinced your mom to drive two and a half hours for the marching band state finals. just so you could be there with me."

"god, we're idiots," logan laughs. you can't help but lean forward and press another kiss to his lips, lingering there and just breathing him in.

existing.

say it's unforgivable

the next two days fly by. thursday, you spend the day with your mother. she asks all sorts of questions as if she doesn't know the answers, and you answer each one with a smile on your face. when she asks about logan, you smile sheepishly. she figures out what the smile means.

"took you two long enough."

normally you'd still be in bed at 9:30 am on a friday, but today, you walk into the miami paddock clutching logan's hand for dear life. your neon green pass hangs from your neck, a white williams cap atop your head. you can't help but feel out of place, but someone calls logan's name and you both turn. your stomach drops when you see who's called his name. his hair is styled similarly to logan's, and he sports a papaya polo.

you'd know him anywhere. it's oscar piastri.

you're standing there a bit awkwardly as logan greets his friend, but your heart stops when oscar turns to you. "oscar, this is my girlfriend." he introduces you by your name to the mclaren driver and you wipe your hands on your denim shorts before shaking his hand firmly, exchanging "nice to meet you"s. the three of you chat for a few minutes before oscar is summoned by his pr manager.

"girlfriend, huh?" you look up at logan with a smile on your face, lacing his fingers with yours.

"i didn't mean to overstep, but i kind of assumed that's what this is now. is it?" he looks a bit nervous asking that, and if you thought your love for him couldn't grow any more, you thought wrong.

"that's absolutely what we are, lo. you're my boyfriend. i'm your girlfriend." you can tell just how hard logan's trying to not let the smile on his face show just how happy he is to hear you say that, and you stand on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips briefly. "you have a prep meeting to get to, don't you?"

"i do. come with me, though. i need to introduce you to alex and lily. she can show you around."

"sounds like a plan. i need to learn how to do all of..." you gesture around you, the white tents and media carts all seeming suddenly too intimidating. "...this."

logan laughs, placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the williams hospitality. when you're next to him, though, despite the cameras around you and your proximity to some of the world's biggest stars, you feel safe and protected.

after meeting logan's teammate and the thai driver's girlfriend, who you quickly realize is one of the sweetest people you've ever had the pleasure of meeting, you're shown around the williams hospitality and, eventually, the paddock. lily introduces you to the other drivers' wives and girlfriends that have made it to the weekend, and when you hear a certain last name, your ears perk up.

"martinez? is she latina?"

"yeah," kika, pierre's girlfriend, says. "she's checo's wife. i'm pretty sure she's in the red bull hospitality right now, though."

"ah, speak of the devil," lily says. you see carola walking up to the five of you, alexandra ("please, honey, call me alex," she'd said, bringing you in for a kiss on your cheek,) having walked away to get a drink and escape into the sweet air conditioning. "carola, there's a new couple on the paddock."

"you're kidding," the latina answers, her accent apparent. "who?"

"logan found himself a girlfriend. allow me to introduce her." lily turns to you and introduces you by your full name, last name and all. it seems that carola has a similar reaction to your last name as you did to hers, and her head tilts to the side.

"ya no eres la única mexicana aquí," you say, and her eyebrows raise. (you aren't the only mexican here anymore.)

"hablas español, también?" (you speak spanish, too?) when you nod, her smile brightens. "hay, chica, creo que nosotras dos nos vamos a llevar muy bien." (oh, girl, i think we're going to get along very well.)

on saturday, you find yourself back in the williams motorhome, except this time, you wear a second badge, the neon green lanyard reading grid access in bold black lettering. like the day before, you clutch logan's hand for your own comfort until, much to your dismay, he's summoned for driver duties. you place a quick kiss on his cheek, and when you pull back, you aren't sure if the flush on his cheeks is from the affection or the miami heat. probably both.

"in case i don't see you before sprint. for luck."

"oh, you'll be in the garage. that's what this pass is for," logan says, holding your second badge in front of your face. "lily will show you where to go. i'll take a kiss anyways, though." you smile, stand on your toes, and kiss him, pulling back before he can wrap an arm around your waist. (that was a trick he very much enjoyed, as you'd learned the night before. there was something in him that needed you as close to him as possible, and it covered every nerve ending in your body in liquid fire.)

"off you go. you need to get race ready. i'll see you before you go out on the grid. don't worry." you gently shove him away with a smile, and you'd stare at him longer if your ankles weren't suddenly being attacked. you look down and squeal. "hi, leo! did your dad let you run free?" you squat down and scratch the mini daschund behind his disproportionally large ears, and he barks excitedly.

someone curses in french to your right, and you look up from the little golden ball of energy to see none other than charles leclerc frantically searching around. leo barks again, and the monégasque whips around, then locks eyes on you first, then his dog.

"merde, leo. you have too much energy for it being this early in the morning," he laughs as he walks over to you.

"i apologize, it appears i've unintentionally kidnapped your dog." you stand, and leo jumps at your calves again.

"ah, no harm, no foul," charles replies, picking up his dog and holding him close to his chest. "i will say, though, you look strangely familiar. have we met? my name is charles."

"we have not." you extend your hand and offer your name, and, when charles' eyebrows furrow and his head tilts in confusion, you realize that means nothing to him. "i'm logan's girlfriend."

"ah! yes, of course! he has a photo of the two of you at your high school graduation in his wallet. that's where i knew you from. well, it's nice to meet you!" that was news to you. logan has a picture of you in his wallet? either way, you just casually met one of the most famous people in the world like it was a standard tuesday.

if this is what i signed up for by being logan's girlfriend, then it is absolutely wild.

you're able to catch another good luck kiss with logan as he's almost fully suited up, and fuck, does he look good. his fireproof suit hangs low on his hips, the arms tied together in front of him. dark blue is a good color on him, and his facial hair is grown out in just the slightest. you can't lie, he looks hot as hell.

you cross your legs in an attempt to curb the heat that creeps down your tummy and between them. it doesn't work.

you amend it that night in logan's hotel room following his p10 in the sprint.

on sunday, you try to avoid thinking about the night before as you follow the same routine as the two days before- arriving early in the day, checking in at the williams motorhome, and then killing time until the driver's parade at 2:00 PM. you spend time with your new group of friends, spending the three remaining hours before the parade in the paddock club. rebecca, carlos' girlfriend, snickers at your shocked face when you see some of your idols and favorite celebrities casually walking around, gladly taking some photos for you as you're practically buzzing with excitement.

after the driver's parade, it's a whirlwind. you're swept back into the williams garage and find logan's driver's room relatively easily thanks to the help of some of the engineers and mechanics, but one of them stops you before you can venture too far into the depths of the hallways.

"could you tell him we have the pre-race strategy meeting in twenty minutes?"

"yeah, for sure." as you approach logan's door, you have to bite down on your lower lip to stifle the grin that wants to split your face. you knock on his door, and when he opens it, you know something's wrong. "lo, are you okay?" his eyes are red and his hand shakes on the doorknob. instead of a verbal response, he just opens the door a bit further to let you in, and, as soon as it shuts behind you, he sobs, and your heart shatters.

"i'm so scared. i'm so scared that something's going to happen and i'm going to let all of these people down and-" you gather him into your arms and he cries into the crook of your neck, your williams crewneck shirt now damp with his tears. you couldn't care less.

"you're going to do amazing, logie. i know you will." with your arms wrapped around him, it's almost like a weighted blanket of safety has encompassed him, and his sobs slow, his breaths growing deeper and more even. you continue murmuring words of confidence into his shoulder, and not a single word you say is empty.

"hey. look at me." you lean back and gently cup his cheek with your right palm, and when his eyes meet yours, you know that he needed to cry that one out. "do you feel a little bit better?" logan nods, tilting his head ever so slightly to kiss your palm, his own hand coming up to rest over yours. it's a cute, sappy, stupidly romantic moment that you from three weeks ago would've probably thought was the grossest thing known to mankind, but you can't help but bask in the moment. "is there anything i can do to help you feel better right now?" your voice is a soothing balm over logan's agitated nerves, and he slowly untangles himself from you and guides you over to the couch that's against the back wall, where he sits down and you curl up to his left side.

"can you just... talk? about anything?"

"are you seriously asking if me, the person with the most rampant adhd you've ever met, can talk about something? yes, logan, i absolutely can. what to talk about, though?"

as you talk, deciding to info dump about your favorite classical music piece, logan can't help but watch it unfold. he doesn't know jack shit about music theory, but listening to you ramble about something you're passionate about brings him so much peace. you're disturbed about fifteen minutes later by a knock at the door, promptly followed by a disembodied voice telling logan that it was time for the strategy meeting.

"aw, shit," he says, leaning his head back and rubbing at his eyes. "i have that to go to now."

"yeah, sorry. i was supposed to tell you about that but we had a bigger problem on our hands." your voice is sheepish now that your info dump has been cut short, but logan leans over to you and kisses you, soft and slow, just like the first time he kissed you properly in the park. when he pulls away, he looks so much calmer than he was twenty minutes before. "is there anything else i can do?"

"go have some fun in the paddock. and please drink some water." you roll your eyes and stand, bringing him in for another hug before you slip out of the door.

almost two hours later, you're back in the williams garage with a guest headset over your ears. your stomach twists with nerves as the national anthem concludes. lily's hand is clasped with yours.

"the first lap is the worst. after that, you lose a lot of the anxiety," she assures you, noticing how you chew your lower lip.

"thanks." you pause for a moment, contemplating another question. "does it ever get easier? seeing how they go out there and drive like absolute maniacs for fun?"

"it does. it took me a couple of months, but after alex showed me all of the safety features in the car and in his fireproofs, it definitely helped."

it's the moment you've been dreading.

one red light.

two.

three.

four.

five.

and then none.

the engines roar and the race has begun. lily didn't lie to you- the first lap is excruciatingly long, but when everyone's completed their first loop around the circuit, you let yourself breathe. your eyes are trained on the screen above you, and the laps are flying by so quickly that you barely process that the race is nearly halfway over.

but then logan's car is in the wall. fuck.

as you watch the replay of his crash, you can feel white-hot rage burning in your body. after the race stewards only declare a ten-second penalty and two super license points, though, you're fuming. "two penalty points and a ten-second penalty? magnussen caused logan's race to end, and they just let him go? they just forgive him and move on? how can he get away with that? this is bullshit!"

what a crash, what a rush

the first person logan looks for when he walks back into the williams garage, his visor still low over his eyes in shame, is you. when you see him walking towards the room where you and lily watch the race, you tear the headset off of your ears and run to him. the feeling of his arms wrapping around your shoulders and hearing his heartbeat even through your musician's earplugs soothes your agitated nerves. he's okay. he's alive. he isn't hurt. "thank fuck you're okay," you say, even though he definitely can't hear you through his helmet and over the roar of passing engines. when you pull away, you press a kiss to his knuckles and hope he understands how much love you're trying to convey through such a small gesture.

fuck me up, florida!

one of logan's best friends on the grid is oscar. oscar's teammate got his maiden win after almost five years of waiting in miami.

like any sensible person, you celebrate with him.

you have no idea what the name of the club is, much less how many drinks you've had so far, but what you do know is that lando has commandeered the dj station and logan is pressed against your back, his hands resting on your hips. the air is hot and thick, your heartbeat pounds in your head. the opening notes of bad bunny's tití me preguntó begin playing through the massive speakers, and you shoot a glare up to lando that he doesn't see, his focus instead on the equipment in front of him. when the bass hits, though, you let all apprehensiveness go and your genetics take the reins. your hips sway and swing to the beat, your hands wander up and down your torso, and logan simply follows your lead. it takes you a moment to realize that, if you want to get a rise out of him, you're going to have to spin around and face him.

with your hips swaying against his and how unbearably beautiful you look in the dim light, your skin glowing with sweat and your hair up in a high ponytail, logan can't help but lean down and kiss you when you finally turn around. you reciprocate gladly, your right leg slotting between both of his, and...

oh.

oh.

he's hard.

you pull away slightly, barely an inch between your lips. "slow your roll there, tiger."

"i don't want to." fire zips down your spine at the sound of his voice, low and breathy and so, so desperate. "need to fuck you."

"should we get outta here, then?"

"i thought you'd never ask." you smile and kiss him quickly, then take his hand and weave your way through the crowded dance floor. as the miami night air hits your face, you immediately feel cooler. you sigh, taking a moment to breathe and regulate your heart rate and body temperature, but you can't breathe for that long before logan wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back against him and kissing your neck. you laugh, running your hands along his forearms.

"logan, not here. the hotel is two blocks away."

"i can't help it, baby, you just look so pretty," he hums, kissing the back of your neck once more before pulling away and stepping around to face you. "you look so pretty, and you're mine."

his possessiveness of you makes more heat zip down your spine, and you almost drool at how he's looking at you. his eyes, normally a beautiful mix between the blues of the sky and sea, ar"e almost completely dark, only a small sliver of his irises remaining, and the muscles in his jaw tick. "hotel. now."

by the time you reach the door to logan's hotel room, you're both out of breath from how hard he kissed you in the elevator and the arousal and need between your legs won't be stopped unless he replaces it. you stumble through the door and try to kiss logan again, matching the vigor he showed you in the elevator, but he stops you. "wanna take my time with you tonight."

"yeah?" you raise an eyebrow and inspect his face. the blinds are open but no lights are on, so all you can see is the side of his face that's illuminated by the lights from the streets of miami. it's an unusually beautiful sight.

"yeah. nothing about what i'm about to do to you is going to be fast. i'm gonna make you feel good tonight. how's that sound?"

"that sounds amazing, logan." you lean forward and kiss him gently, your lips slotting together as if you were made for each other. who knows, maybe you were. the next five minutes are a blur, but before you know it, you're laying back against the pillows on logan's bed and his face is buried between your thighs, his tongue working magic on your clit. the air in the hotel room is filled with your moans and the sounds of logan devouring you like a man starved, and it's the most beautiful mix of sounds you've ever heard. when he flicks his tongue oh-so-perfectly against your entrance, his nose brushing over your clit, you moan and pull his hair hard, which, in turn, makes him moan against you.

you aren't sure how much time passes or how many orgasms logan pulls from you with just his tongue and his fingers, but when you feel completely and entirely spent, your chest heaving and your hairline sparkling with tiny beads of sweat, you pull logan up to you by his shoulders, and he looks completely and entirely fucked. "need you inside of me," you mumble, wiping at the mix of spit and cum that coats the entire bottom half of his face with your thumbs. as if on instinct, you bring your hands to your mouth and lick them clean, and logan groans at the sight. "inside. now."

"as you wish, baby." logan's hands fumble at his boxers, the only item of clothing he was left wearing, and when he finally, finally pushes himself into you, you both moan. your hands scrabble at his shoulders and back, most definitely leaving red marks that will raise later, and his mouth latches onto your neck, biting down and then gently kissing over the red spot.

"nngh, lo-" your brain is short circuiting, logan's cock filling you up so perfectly and absolutely ruining you for any other man ever.

"yeah? you okay, baby?" he pulls back from your neck and scans your face for any sign of discomfort of pain, his sky blue eyes searching your own. the feeling of safety you get from just that one action is almost enough to make you sob from how good you feel because of him, both physically and emotionally.

"feels so good, lo. j'st... move, please."

"you sure? i don't wanna hurt you."

"positive. now please." you reach a hand up and pull him down towards you by the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling hard. "fuck me properly." without wasting a second, logan reaches a hand down and hooks it under your left thigh, bringing your leg up to rest around his waist, then pulling back and thrusting back in fast. the moan that rips itself from your throat is sinful, and your breath is being punched from your lungs at the downright brutal pace logan's setting. your right leg finds itself locking around his waist, only bringing him infinitely closer, and now, each time he thrusts back into you, your clit bumps against his pelvis. within minutes, you're embarrassingly close to cumming again, and through your garbled mumbling and clawing at his shoulders, he understands, reaching his right hand down to gently press against your clit.

"cum for me, baby, please, need to feel you cum for me just one more time, just let go, i've got you." it's logan's voice that ultimately sends you pummelling over the edge into an orgasm that makes your back arch and your vision fuzz at the edges, and you cum with a cry of his name. his hips slow and his fingers maintain a steady rhythm on your clit, but you can tell it's taking its toll on him. "where- where do you want me to cum?"

"i'm on the pill, lo. inside, baby, please," you whine, and it takes two more thrusts before logan groans, his hips coming to a shuddering halt as he cums inside of you. it's a beautiful sight, too- his eyes scrunched closed and his eyebrows drawn together, his hair a complete mess from where your hands had pulled at it. your hands run through his hair and along his back, and you patiently wait as he comes back to earth.

"hi," he murmurs, opening his eyes and smiling down at you.

"hi," you respond.

no other words need to be said. you know you love him, and he knows he loves you.

and you're both okay with that.

this took me way longer to write than i thought it would, but i absolutely love it! reminder that my asks and requests are open, and i always get excited when i get feedback! take care of urselves lovies <3

[eddiesxangel]

Hellooo today is my birthday, sooo since im alone and nobody came to wish me a happy birthday,cab you do one where Eddie is the only one that remembers reader birthday and decides to reunite the whole Hellfire club to give a party that reader (us) deserve 🌹🌹🥳😘🥰

OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART 🩷🫂 ( I hope I can help with the birthday blues 🥺) my birthday is also this month, Gemini twin! ♊️ 👯‍♀️

Sometimes, you dread today because the impending disappointment is always there... Did you expect everyone to wish you a happy birthday? No. But you still want at least one person to acknowledge your day, especially your best friend.

Yet, here we are, 3:00pm and still not a call or mention of anything remotely birthday related.

You impatiently watched the clock that hung on the wall of Family Video tick, watching the minutes pass so slowly. It was dead, but what did you expect? It's three in the afternoon on a Wednesday, and not many people come in on weekdays to be in with... Until you see a familiar metalhead bopping past the large window and through the door, making his grand entrance.

"Sorry, I'm late, sweetheart." He schmoozed as we walked towards you at the checkout counter.

"It only took you long enough," you rolled your eyes, suppressing the feeling of our heart fluttering; maybe he remembered after all.

"Come on, what kind of best friend would I be if I didn't at least apologize for returning this fantastic movie six days late?" he smirked as he leaned an elbow on the counter.

There it was, the inevitable disappointment. He had forgotten.

With a heavy sigh, you take the slasher film from his grasp and think for a split second about not waving the late fee.

"This was supposed to be in on May 30th... It's now the fifth." You deadpan, hoping maybe something clicks.

"I know that sweetheart, but now I have an excuse to see my best friend at work on her birthday." He smiles knowingly.

The breath you didn't know you were holding gets released, and you cannot help but smile.

"You didn't think I had forgotten?!" Eddie steps back dramatically while metaphorically clutching his pearls.

"Well, since you're the first one to acknowledge my birthday and it's..." you look at the clock you've been watching all shift. "3:49pm. Yea, I didn't think anyone would have remembered." You look down, playing with your nails.

"What do you mean the first to acknowledge your birthday?"

"Exactly that," you shrugged.

" You mean like no one has said happy birthday yet?" He raised a curious brow. " Not Dustin, Mike, Max, Erica?" He could go on bit you cut him off by shaking your head no.

"Well, I am sure glad I got to be the first." He smiles, and you can't help but smile back. Eddie has always been a good friend. Ever since you met in high school when you became a part of the Hellfire club, you've been inseparable ever since.

The back door opens, catching both your and Eddie's attention, and Steve walks out, chewing on a half-eaten sandwich.

"Sup, Munson," He mumbles.

"Come in to wish y/n here a Happy Birthday," he emphasized, and you could not help but roll your eyes.

"Today is your birthday?!" He almost choked on his food. " Why didn't you say something!?"

"It's not a big deal."

"It is! and it makes me look like a total ass."

"Steve, stop. You're not an ass... Doofus, maybe, but not an ass." You giggle.

"I'll give you that because it's your birthday. Happy Birthday"

"Thanks, Stevie"

"So, any big plans? He asks, looking at you, then to Eddie, then back at you.

"Umm, no, not really."

"Yes"

You and Eddie say in unison, and you look at your friend quizzically.

" Don't make any plans for Saturday night, okay?" he taps the counter before taking off.

"Okay? Bye?" You wave after him, confused as ever.

"He's so weird." Steve looks to you.

"Yeah, tell me about it."

*

The rest of the week was average and went by quickly. The only thing Eddie told you was that you were expected to come to his apartment at 7:30 p.m. Which you did.

You knocked on the door and heard Eddie shushing people from the other side. With a huge grin on his face, he leads you into the apartment, and then around the corner, you're ambushed by your friends yelling, "Surprise!"

"Oh my god, what is this?!" you smile, this was very unexpected. Everyone was in their old Hellfire shifts and stood around a table that had been set up for a game of DND with some gifts beside it on the floor.

"We are celebrating your birthday." Eddie nudges your shoulder.

Tears threaten to form as you take in the sweet gesture Eddie set up for you.

"You did this from me?" You try not to sniffle but fail.

"Of course he did!" Dustin pipes in.

"Happy Birthday," Mike smiles. and the rest follow suit.

"Please tell me you didn't get me presents." You notice the gift bags sitting beside the table.

"Of course we did! What kind of friends would we be?"

"One's who forgot her actual birthday until I reminded them," Eddie sneered.

"It 's okay, we are all here now together; thank you guys, this means the world." And it did. Nothing meant more to you than spending time with the people you loved, playing a game you all love, and having fun.

It had been so long since the last Hellfire meeting, and you were so happy they could all make time from their busy lives to spend it with you.

"Ok, let's eat and then play!" Eddie turns to the kitchen, and you follow.

"Thank you, Eddie. I don't know how else I can show you how grateful I am for you."

"No need to thank me, sweetheart. What are friends for?" He leans in and gives you a wet kiss on the cheek, making that the second time this week Eddie's made your heart flutter.

[madhatterbri]

Blue Christmas | Hangman A.P. Part 2

Summary: Adam explains what's going on.

Author's Note: I was going to make this a multi part and wreck everyone but I decided to not be a grinch. 😂

Part 1 here

"You don't have to wait until I'm asleep. You can go now," you whispered trying to blink back tears. Your parents still chatting away and laughing in the other room. A pang of jealousy at them for enjoying their time.

"Honey, it's not like that. I just want to go over to see my kid and," he tried to explain. You cut him off almost laughing at his excuse.

"And I need to be asleep for that?" You chuckled dryly. You placed your hands on your face and wiped the stray tears that had fallen away. "I believed you. I believed you when you told me she was still in love with you but it seems like the feeling is still very much mutual,"

"This is just a huge misunderstanding. Let's just talk when your parents leave," he tried to assure you. His eyes seemed so hopeless. This was not the way he wanted Christmas Eve to end. He subconsciously felt the box in his pocket. He had to make this right.

"Honey, is everything all right?" Your father called out. You mentally kicked yourself for having ignored them all this time. They lived so far away and you didn't get to see them much.

"Yes, sweetheart, tell Adam to tell that boss of his that it's Christmas Eve," your mother chimed in. You smiled while trying to get your emotions in order. Your parents couldn't know anything happening between the two of you. Hell you didn't know what was happening. The hurt was still so new and raw and painfully real.

"We are coming. I just had to force him off the phone with his boss," you called back. The walk back to the dining room was pure agony. His eyes bore into the back of your head. Your parents beamed as they saw the two of you.

"We were going to get going, honey. You know your father can't drive in the dark and we aren't familiar with the area," your mother sighed and eyed your father as if to challenge her. He rolled his eyes yet knew not to argue.

"Don't worry I completely understand. I'm glad I could see you guys now. How much longer are you in town for?"

"Until the 30th. We wanted to make sure we could soak in as much time with the three of you while we can," your mother hugged and kissed you. "Be sure to call me tomorrow, darling. I bought toys for the baby,"

Your parents made their way to the front door. Your father looked confused as he eyed you and Adam suspiciously. He looked down at your hand and back at you.

"What about the ring?" Your dad asked after he tapped your mother on the shoulder.

"Yes, darling, we can check the app to see our ring camera to see if anyone has visited bsck home," your mother side eyed him. Sometimes she wondered how she could marry someone so clueless. "Lets get you in bed, sweetheart. We've had a long trip so far,"

"No, I mean-" the door closed before you could hear the rest. The weight of the world fell back on your shoulders. You locked the door and placed your forehead against the wood.

"Honey, listen,"

"Adam, I need you to tell me everything before I go to the hotel with my parents and you never hear from me again," you threatened. The tough facade immediately melted at the realization that you couldn't just cut him out of your life like that. "You lied to me. You told me you would always be open with me," your voice broke.

"I know. I lied and I'm sorry but it's not in the way that you think. I said Tony was calling because I didn't want your parents to think less of me. They only met me a handful of times. I didn't want to exactly announce that my ex was calling me over Christmas Eve dinner," he explained. You felt a little better but the other words lingered in the air.

When she's asleep

"Why do I have to be asleep for you to visit her?" You asked. You heard him suck in the air as if all oxygen would leave the room. He was hiding something from you. You moved from the door and looked at him. He ran his hands over his head.

"I was saying whatever she wanted to hear so she let's me see my son on the holidays she has him. Its not exactly easy not seeing your son on Christmas," he admitted. His eyes lowered to not look at you. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you more. "She's not exactly a fan of yours,"

"Wh- what did I do wrong?" You asked baffled. This entire time you were trying to promote a healthy coparenting relationship between them. "What did I do or say?"

"He called you mom when I went to pick him up one day. You were out hiking with friends so you weren't there. He looked in the car and kept asking for mom. She heard all of it,"

"But that's not my fault. We've been telling him to call me Y/N," you defended yourself. Whenever he called you mom you told him you were Y/N. Now you felt guilty. You couldn't imagine the pain she felt from hearing her son calling another woman mom. Could you have possibly done more?

"I think that was the moment she realized that you and I were serious," he explained. "She still had this fantasy where you and I would break up and she and I would get back together,"

"Is that what you want?" You breathed. The words hurting more out loud than they did on the inside. "Do you want the two of you to get back together?"

"No. Maybe before I met you but I'm happy here with you,"

"But telling her that you'll go to her when I'm asleep is giving her false hope, Adam. She is going to think that you two have a chance again. How do I know this won't continue to happen?"

He fetched the box in his pocket. You stared at it in shock. He slowly opened the box to show you the ring. A silver ring with three stones on top appeared before you.

"I asked your dad months ago for permission. I wanted it to be a little more special but I need you to know that you are my past, present and future," he spoke and dropped down to one knee. The ring displayed proudly in his hands. Your mouth hung open in surprise. "Y/N, will you marry me?"

"Yes," you answered. He stood up and placed the ring on your finger. You smiled at the ring as it shined in the light.

"I love you, Adam,"

"And I love you, Y/N, Merry Christmas,"

[sweveniv]

MAYOR ━━ h. ran. | chapter three. | masterlist.

warning: head job, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, throat goat, clitorical stimulation.

Ran's expression shifted from shock to confusion when he heard a little boy call out to me as 'mommy', his eyes widening in disbelief as he processed the words. It was clear that the boy had mistaken us for a couple, a misunderstanding that sent a flush of embarrassment across my cheeks as I realized that I was not setting a good example to this kid.

Without letting my discomfort show, I softly apologized to Kio and guided him to the playground, where most of the kids were playing. As soon as Kio was out of earshot, I turned to Ran who was still fixated on me, confusion written all over his face. I sighed, knowing that he had many questions about what had just happened.

Ran's brow furrows in confusion, eyes still fixed on mine as he continues to process what had just occurred. I take a deep breath before speaking, hoping to clear the misunderstanding once and for all.

"Let me clear things up for you," I say, taking a sip of my champagne before continuing. "That little boy who called me 'mommy' is actually my nephew - Emma and Draken's child. And while I may not be his mother, I am undoubtedly his aunt. I don't mind him calling me 'mommy' one bit, and my sister obviously does not either." I pause, hoping that Ran has finally understood the situation and that this conversation can come to an end.

Ran's smirk fades into a playful smile as he teases me about the little boy calling me 'mommy'. "So you want a baby, is that it?" He asks, his eyes dancing with amusement as he teases me. His tone is light and casual, as if he's just making a passing comment and not actually trying to read into my reaction. The amusement in his voice is infectious, and I can feel my own lips turning up in response, despite my nerves.

"You know I'm a model, I can't have a baby yet - it's too early," I reply, turning to face Ran and his cold, emotionless gaze. Despite the slight chill in his expression, a gentle smile still plays at the corners of his lips, leaving me feeling uneasy. I can't quite put my finger on what's bothering me, so I decide to just put up a bright smile and fix his tie to keep me busy.

As I was about to say something, our phones both chimed unexpectedly, causing us to look down in surprise. It was a message from Sanzu Haruchiyo, inviting us to do something. Our eyes met as we read the message, and for a moment, our attention was focused solely on the contents of the text. After a brief moment of silence, Ran cleared his throat and broke the tension.

I burst out in laughter the moment I saw Rindou's 30th birthday invitation designed by Sanzu. Ran on the other hand was visibly distraught, his face a mask of disappointment and embarrassment. The look in his eyes said it all - Rindou had made a terrible choice in letting Sanzu design his birthday invitation.

"Can you believe that?" Ran exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "Rindou is turning 30 and this is what his invitation card looks like?" He shook his head in disbelief, unable to fathom what had possessed Rindou to give Sanzu such free rein.

"It's not even elegant," Ran continued, his voice rising in anger, "or fitting for someone turning 30." He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, before turning to me. "What do you think?" He asked, looking for my opinion on the matter.

Despite Ran's stern demeanor and habit of taking the lead in difficult situations, I couldn't help but burst out in laughter once more at his apparent displeasure. His frown only served to add to the humor of the situation, leaving me unable to restrain my grin. Clearly, Ran was not amused by my reaction, but that only made it harder to keep my composure. Despite his assertive nature, Ran's strong sense of justice and desire for control did little to dissuade my laughter, which only continued to snowball as the moment stretched on.

As the mayor and the supermodel laughed and teased each other on the balcony, a mysterious figure in the shadows took careful aim with his camera. His movements were discreet, and he was clearly a professional in his field. The light from the camera's flash reflected off of his dark glasses as he snapped shot after shot, carefully capturing every angle and every moment.

A second figure stood by his side, sipping on a margarita and watching the scenes unfold. He was the handler, giving instructions to the photographer with a sly smile and a knowing twinkle in his eye. It was clear that these two were operating in the shadows, capturing moments that most would not see.

"Perfect," the handler whispered, taking another sip from his margarita. "We need to capture this moment in all its glory. Make sure you get every angle."

The photographer nodded, adjusting his camera and continuing to snap photos from every angle. He was a seasoned professional, and he knew how to get the perfect shot, no matter the circumstances. The mayor and the supermodel were lost in their own world, unaware of the secret eyes watching them from the shadows.

I entered the grand hall filled to the brim with guests attending my aunt's grand birthday. The air was alive with excitement and anticipation, and the sounds of chatter and laughter filled the space. My eyes traveled over the crowd, admiring the elegance of the decorations and the beautiful outfits that everyone had chosen to wear for the occasion.

My aunt, looking stunning in a long flowing dress, stood at the center of the hall, surrounded by her friends and family. As she began to speak, I listened intently, taking in every word. Her words of gratitude for everyone attending her birthday touched me deeply, and I felt a lump form in my throat.

As I looked around the crowded room, my eyes finally settled on Ran's familiar face as he emerged from the sea of people. I watched as his eyes met mine, and he began making his way towards me. As he drew closer, he spoke up, his voice calm and polite.

"Mind if I take you home?"

A smile spread across my face, and I chuckled softly. "Of course not, I don't mind at all," I replied, my voice light and cheerful.

I took a step towards Ran, feeling the tension dissolve between us as he reached out and hooked his arm around mine, leading me out of the room. We made our way through the packed hallway, passing by the various groups of people gathered there, each lost in their own conversations and laughter.

As we stepped outside, the cool night air greeted us, and I shivered slightly. Ran noticed and pulled me closer, placing a hand on my back to provide additional warmth.

"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

"I'm fine," I said with a small laugh. "Just a little chilly, that's all."

Ran chuckled softly, his eyes meeting mine. "Let's get you home, then," he said, giving my arm a gentle squeeze.

Together, we made our way to his car, where he opened the door for me and helped me inside. As we drove off into the night, the music of the city faded away behind us, and we spent the rest of the drive in comfortable silence, each lost in our own thoughts.

As we drove through the city at night, the radio suddenly began to play a familiar song that caught both of our attention. It was the song "Love is a Bitch" by Two Feet, and as the first few notes began to play, we both looked at each other and smiled.

Ran reached for the energy drink that was sitting in the cup holder in his car and took a sip, and as he did, the flashing lights of the city hit his face. His jaw tightened slightly, but he continued to drink from the bottle, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. As he drank, my eyes trailed from his lips to his Adam's apple, and my cheeks warmed with a blush that I was grateful for the darkness to conceal.

I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next, and as the song continued to play, I felt a sense of anticipation building between us.

The silence felt heavier than ever, as if the air around us were laden with expectations. Suddenly, Ran tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and I noticed that his grip on the wheel had tightened.

The next song came on - "Mount Everest" by Labrinth - and I heard Ran clear his throat, his voice barely above a whisper. I rubbed my feet against each other nervously, trying to ease the tension in my body, and looked up into the rearview mirror, my eyes widening in surprise as I saw Ran doing the same.

It felt like a moment frozen in time, as if we were both processing the same thought at the same moment. For a second, our eyes met through the mirror, and I could swear I saw a flutter of recognition in his gaze. When the song changed, the moment was gone as quickly as it had come, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something different had passed between us.

I didn't know what the future held, but I felt the adrenaline of anticipation coursing through my veins, mingling with the warmth of Ran's presence. The drive felt endless, but the longer it continued, the more I felt drawn in by the man sitting next to me.

We drove in silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts as we listened to the radio. As the next song came on - "Crazy in Love," - I felt my heart thump a little bit faster, the excitement rising in my chest. I looked over at Ran, who seemed to be concentrating on the road, his eyes fixed on the traffic ahead.

Suddenly, he shifted the car to the right, driving past the main road and towards an empty parking lot. I felt my breath hitch in my chest as Ran began to slow down, and I looked at him in surprise. He parked his car in the middle of an abandoned building and turned the engine off, letting out a deep sigh as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Just by looking at your face, it turns me on," he said, his voice low and hoarse, his eyes fixed on mine.

Glancing down at Ran's crotch, I could see that he has been having difficulty with it as his boner has been enlarging minute by minute. He gave me another look and his eyes begged me to do something without saying anything. I gently gripped my thighs and bit my bottom lip, looking away for a brief moment. His beseeching face was too much for me to ignore; it seemed like he was actually pleading with me to do it now.

Though it was supposed to be his job to unbuckle his belt, I fixed my position and rolled my eyes upward. Ran gets horny first and wants me to gratify him before it's my turn. He was clearly horny from the start because of the whimper he let out when I unintentionally touched the tip of his dick, which was showing down a little.

With a low tone, I watched Ran's dick throb slowly. "Suck it please." he said. I want to tease him more because I know it hurts. I pushed my tongue, sipping from the juicy tip and stopping abruptly. Ran sighed, grasped my hair, and demanded, "Stop teasing."

He begged me to stop playing, his voice filled with desperation, while a sly grin appeared on my face. I gazed up at him as I sensually licked his tongue, observing Ran's mouth gape in shock and his neck veins strain as he gripped my hair firmly. My tongue swirled around the tip of his tongue, and with an abrupt motion, I forcefully moved my head downwards, resulting in me sucking half of his cock. This caused Haitani Ran, the mayor of Roppongi, to emit a loud moan of pleasure.

I softly take his member into my mouth at a leisurely pace, and as I reach the tip, I make an audible noise and twirl my tongue around it, meeting his gaze with his captivating violet eyes. The car fills with sounds of pleasure and Ran reacts by clenching his fist and tightening his jaw, responding even more forcefully when I shift my head back and forth, prompting him to firmly tighten his hold on my hair and guide my actions as if I were a doll meant for pleasuring him.

He grabbed my hair and lifted it, positioning me to face him. Ran moved closer to my ear and softly uttered, "While you pleasure me with your mouth, pleasure yourself by touching." His demanding voice sparked tears in my eyes as he thrust his large member into my mouth, making me struggle to breathe. As a response, I obediently placed my middle finger on my clitoris and began to gently stimulate it. Overwhelmed by the size of Ran's cock, I closed my eyes, my feet succumbing to a mix of heat and cold sensations due to the heightened sensitivity of my clit.

After I choked one last time, Ran continued to move my head back and forth while his other hand moved from my clitoris to my ass cheeks, where he gave me a gentle slap that made me squirm. My lips are watering, and all I can feel is Ran gently massaging my other hole while attempting to stick one finger inside. He was also gently nudging my cunt, which is driving me crazy.

He stuck his dick in my mouth and I muttered, "R-ran." He scarcely pushed my head down, which made me struggle a little bit because I could feel my knees weakening from all of his fingers. My eyes widened as he inserted his fingers into my holes. When Ran began putting his fingers in and out of my holes, I rolled my eyes upward.

"I am cumming," spoke Ran with a husky tone, as he swiftly lifted his neck and I began to sense my throat being filled by his swelling member. I tightly grasped his thighs while arching my back, allowing Ran to finger me, as the sensation was surprisingly pleasurable. His hand moved swiftly, matching the pace of my head, however, fatigue was starting to set in. Suddenly, he groaned loudly, pushing his fingers deeper into my openings, causing me to cry out slightly from the delightful sensation. Once again, I felt Ran growing larger inside my throat.

"I'm fucking cumming, Y/n..." was the last thing Ran said before he started gasping and writhing to get into position. I think he may be overstimulated. I felt my clitoris clenched and I could feel myself coming in both holes. He moaned loudly, "Fuck!" because my mouth was already filled with cums.

As I looked up at him, his slicked hair turning into a messy one, he said, "Yes, we cum together." I responded with a nod, and we both quickened our steps until we eventually came together. Just as I was ready to scream, Ran put his lips against my mouth as though he was eating my cries, and our cunt and cock were streaming cums.

Once we were finished taking care of the mess in the car, Ran helped me clean up my clothes as well. The car ride back to my house was silent, neither one of us speaking after the events of the night. The only sounds that filled the car were the hum of the engine and the occasional honk of a passing car.

As we approached my house, I felt a strange mix of emotions coursing through my body. On one hand, I was still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened, but on the other hand, I was filled with a sense of contentment and fulfillment from spending time with Ran.

When we arrived at my house, I opened the door and stepped out of the car, turning to face Ran. He looked at me for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions that I couldn't quite read.

"Well, this was.. something," I said, my voice a little bit shaky.

Ran chuckled softly, and I could see the shadows of a smile on his face.

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Before I could close the door, an important thought suddenly popped into my head, and I looked back at Ran with a sudden realization. I took a deep breath, feeling my heart beat a little faster as I mustered up the courage to ask him something I had never asked anyone before.

"Wait... Why don't you sleep here instead?" I said shyly, my voice barely above a whisper. "We can go to Izana's resort tomorrow morning, and since it's almost midnight already, it would save us a lot of time and effort."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt a blush spread across my face, wondering just what I was even saying. But surprisingly, Ran's expression didn't change, his eyes still locked on mine. There was a moment of tense silence before he finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

"I'd love to," he said, and I felt my heart skip a beat as I realized just how much that simple phrase meant to me.

"Really?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

"Really," he replied simply, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

I offered Ran a warm welcome into my home, and he politely followed me inside, taking in his surroundings with interest. He smiled at the sight of my tastefully furnished space and said, "You have a nice taste in furniture." I smiled back and led him to the living room, where we both took a seat on the couch.

As we sat there, I stared out the window at the trees swaying in the wind, lost in thought. Suddenly, I felt Ran's arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. He leaned in close and kissed me gently on the cheek, whispering in my ear, "You really don't want to bear a child?"

Startled, I pulled away and turned to look at him. His eyes were fixed on mine, his expression serious. I felt my heart beating faster, unsure of what to say. I had never thought much about having children before, and the idea of being a mother was still a foreign concept to me.

After a moment, I mustered up the courage to respond. "I had never given it much thought," I admitted. "But now that you mention it, I guess it's not something I'm opposed to."

Ran nodded, seeming satisfied with my answer. "I'm glad to hear that," he said. "I think you would make a wonderful mother."

With my heart racing, I turned to face Ran, feeling a mix of emotions coursing through my veins. As he caressed my cheeks with his gentle touch, I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability wash over me.

"Wonderful mother? What if I have no time for them? Am I still wonderful?" I asked, my voice sounding sad.

"Even in the busiest of days, a wonderful mother will always make time for her child," Ran replied softly, his eyes locked on mine. "They will make you feel their love and affection every single day, even if you're too busy to spend time with them. They will bring joy and light to your life, always making time for you when you need it the most."

I tried to change the subject by mentioning the breakfast we had planned at Izana's resort the next day with the other members of the bonten and Black Dragon gangs. As I moved away from Ran and put my feet on his thighs, I could feel the tension between us building up.

He knew exactly what I was asking for and immediately began to take off my heels. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, feeling the weight of the night's events lift off my shoulders.

"Thank you," I said, my voice shaky.

I opened my eyes and looked at Ran, feeling a sense of awe wash over me as I realised just how much this simple act of kindness meant to me. He understood me in a way that no one else did, and I was grateful for that.

"You're welcome," he replied, his voice soft and gentle.

I felt a jolt of sensations shoot through my body as Ran's fingers trailed up and down the length of my foot, sending shivers up my spine. I tried to keep my composure, but it was proving difficult with each passing touch.

As he moved on to my toe knuckles, I felt a pang of embarrassment wash over me. I had never had someone pay this much attention to my feet before, and it was a feeling that left me feeling both vulnerable.

"It's so pink and soft," Ran said under his breath, his eyes never leaving mine as he examined my feet. I felt his breath against my skin, sending goosebumps down my arms.

His purple eyes never left mine as he gently opened my legs. He then ran his knuckles through my skin, sending shivers down my spine and raising my cheek warmth as he gently stroked my thighs. I took a firm hold of his forearm and tilt my head to face Ran, looking menacing.

I removed Ran's hands from my thighs and stood up from the couch. "We need to get some sleep," I said, feeling a sense of urgency to my voice. "We'll have to leave early to make it to Izana's resort on time."

Ran's expression softened as he looked up at me. "You're right," he said, a playful smile appearing on his face.

"Don't stay up late," I said, turning back briefly to give him a wink before disappearing into the hallway. I could hear him laughing softly, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

The morning begins with the sound of a coffee grinder, piercing through the silence of the early hours. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, beckoning my mind to awaken just as the light of the morning sun starts to peek through the window. I stumble out of bed, bleary-eyed, and make my way to the kitchen. There, Ran is already at work, brewing a pot of coffee. "Morning," he greets me, with a tired smile on his face.

Despite the grogginess of my mind, I can see that Ran has already put on his glasses for the day. His hair is slightly messy, but there's a determined gleam in his eye that tells me he's been up for a while now. The kitchen is warm and inviting, with the morning sun casting a warm glow on everything around me. The smell of coffee is almost enough to stir my appetite, but Ran's presence is enough to dispel the hunger that had been haunting me in the dark of night.

Ran pours a cup of coffee for each of us, asking if I'd like milk or sugar before topping off my own cup with a generous amount of half-and-half. We both sit in comfortable silence, sipping our coffee and enjoying the quiet of the morning. The windows are open, allowing a gentle breeze to blow through the room, and the hum of the coffee grinder is just barely audible in the distance.

"I should probably get ready," I said, standing up from the table. "We're going to Izana's resort early this morning. I'll meet you outside in 20 minutes."

Ran nodded, a look of concentration on his face as he stirred his coffee. "I'll come with you," he said, pushing his chair back.

I looked at him, surprised. "You don't have to do that," I said.

"I want to," he replied simply, standing up and handing me my cup of coffee. "Let's go."

We headed back to the room, both of us already feeling the fatigue of having stayed up so late the night before. It only took a few minutes to get ready, and we decided to forgo breakfast in order to make it to the resort on time.

As we headed back to the living room to grab our things and head out the door, I couldn't help but notice Ran's attire. He was wearing a stylish Valentino beach polo, with a pair of black shorts to match. I turned to him and smiled, feeling a tingle of excitement wash over me.

"You look great," I said, gesturing to his outfit.

Ran grinned and shook his head, clearly pleased by my compliment. "You don't look so bad yourself," he said, gesturing to my dress.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over me. I was a fashionista, after all, and it was always satisfying to put together an outfit that not only made me feel good but also caught the eye of others.

Ran and I were getting ready to leave the resort, and he suddenly turned to me with a mischievous grin. "Hey, can I borrow your Mercedes G-Wagon?" he asked, gesturing to his own car parked a few spots away.

I raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with your car?" I asked, motioning to his sleek Italia 458 purple sports car.

He smirked. "The color just doesn't go with our outfits," he said with a chuckle.

I shook my head and laughed. "Oh, of course, the color-coordinating G-Wagon," I said, rolling my eyes. "Sure, go ahead." I handed him the keys to my car. "Just be careful with it, it's my baby."

Ran chuckled and gave me a wink. "I'll take better care of it than you will," he said, walking over to the car.

I was sitting in the passenger's seat of the Mercedes G-Wagon, frantically rummaging through my makeup bag as Ran drove us to the Izana Beach Resort in Yokohama. As I feverishly applied foundation and concealer, Ran turned up the radio volume.

"Can you please turn it down?" I said, rolling my eyes. "I can't concentrate with the music so loud."

Ran chuckled and obliged, lowering the volume a bit. I continued applying my makeup as he focused on the road. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I got the perfect shade of foundation and concealer.

"Do I look okay?" I asked, turning to Ran.

"You always look beautiful," he said, flashing a sweet smile.

As we arrived at the private beach resort, the soft sand and gentle waves provided a welcome escape from the hectic pace of the city. Ran pulled me in for a back hug as soon as we stepped off the car, his strong arms embracing me tightly. I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, and his heart beating steadily in my ear.

"You look beautiful," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "That dress suits you perfectly."

I couldn't help but smile at the compliment, feeling a surge of confidence wash over me. "Thank you," I said, savoring the moment.

His lips met mine, and he kissed me softly, a gentle touch that sent shivers down my spine. With a sense of joy, I closed my eyes and savored the moment, feeling his lips brush against mine.

Ran couldn't bear being away from me for a moment longer. He pulled me in for another hug and pressed his chest against mine, his warm breath brushing against my neck. "You look gorgeous," he whispered, his voice laced with admiration.

I felt his strong arms wrap around me, and his hands traced circles on my back. I couldn't help but lean into him, his embrace providing a welcome escape from the outside world. We stood there for what felt like hours, my head buried in his shoulder, his heart beating steadily in my ear.

As we made our way down to the water's edge, we both shed our shoes and felt the soft sand between our toes, our feet sinking with each step. We made our way to a secluded area, where the waves lapped at the shore and the smell of salt was almost overwhelming.

As the sun kissed our skin and the waves broke against the shore, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me, secure in the knowledge that I was surrounded by the man who loves me and the beauty of the world around us.

With a sigh of contentment, I leaned against Ran's chest, feeling his clingy nature as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. "I love you," he whispered, his breath hot on my ear, as if he couldn't bear to be apart from me even for a second.

Meanwhile in the venue, Kakucho and Mochi were hard at work preparing the long rectangular table for the upcoming celebration of Benkei's send-off before he departed for Brazil early the next morning to root for his son's soccer game. As they worked, they chatted and laughed, setting a lighthearted mood despite the stressful situation.

"Kakucho!" Kakucho let out a heavy sigh as he turned around to face the tanned skin behind him, whose furrowed brows and crossed arms signaled his deep concern. "You forgot the buttered chicken and lumpia!"

Mochi was too stunned to join in the conversation, not sure whether to interject and speak up or step back and let Izana have his say. Izana's mouth was like a machine gun, firing off words in rapid succession, so Kakucho had to do his best to keep up, nodding along as if everything was okay, even though Izana's second language could be challenging to understand at times.

Despite the high stakes, there was a sense of joy in the air, as they all worked together to make Benkei's send-off a memorable one. The food was being prepared with care, and the long rectangular table was being cleaned and polished to make it perfect for the celebration.

The warm sunlight filtering in through the windows and the sound of the ocean waves crashing on the shore created a peaceful and serene atmosphere, making their surroundings resemble a tropical paradise.

"I said cook bulalo not sinigang!" Izana shouted but when he got irritated he shifted his gaze to Kakucho.

"Just finish everything, Kakucho!" Izana commanded, slamming his fist on the table. He let out a heavy sigh then turned away, leaving Kakucho looking pale with curiosity, unsure of what was going on. "Shinichiro and the others are coming soon!"

With a soft chuckle, Kakucho turned to glare at Mochi, who was trying his best not to laugh at the situation. It was a tense moment, with Izana clearly upset about something. Hitto had screwed up big time, and Kakucho was bearing the brunt of the punishment.

Feeling a sense of urgency, Kakucho turned back to focus on the tasks at hand. He knew that the last thing he needed was to disappoint Izana, especially when the others were coming soon. With a deep breath and a newfound sense of determination, Kakucho got back to work, trying his best to finish everything on time.

In the midst of it all, Kakucho remembered his own personal promise to himself to be more responsible and reliable to his friends. This was his chance to prove himself and show Izana that he was worthy of his trust. With that in mind, Kakucho worked even harder, his focus never wavering.

As they approached the gated entrance, the security guard greeted Ran and Y/n, his eyes crinkling into smiles at the stylish outfits they were sporting. "Fancy meeting you both here, Ms. Kurokawa and Mayor Haitani," he said, his voice warm and friendly. He pointed in the direction of the blue crystal green beach, where they could find a table set up for them.

Ran put his hand at Y/n's waist, drawing her closer to him as they made their way through the gates and toward the beach. They could hear the sound of the waves lapping at the shore as they approached the table, a stunning sight to behold. The air was filled with the scent of sea salt and the sounds of birds singing in the distance, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

Izana's voice suddenly boomed through the party, bringing their intimate moment to a halt. "Where's Kio?" he asked, his tone somewhat stern.

Y/n and Ran looked at each other, with Y/n rolling her eyes slightly before responding. "Seishu picked him up. We were supposed to bring Kio here." Y/n's words were met with a small chuckle from Ran, who took the opportunity to give his woman a kiss on her shoulder before Izana walked away again. Y/n's wasn't surprised by Izana's sudden mood swings, as everyone was used to handling them.

As they swayed together to the music, Ran placed his hand on Y/n's waist, rubbing her dress affectionately, before trailing soft kisses on her shoulders, causing her to shiver from his touch. He then rested his head on the crook of her neck, giving her deep, hot breaths. "Haven't I told you how gorgeous you are with this dress?" he whispered in her ear, causing a slight smile to form on her lips.

She replied playfully, "You've told me enough, Mayor Haitani." But despite her response, she couldn't help but feel the warmth of Ran's affection. It was a moment of pure bliss, where they felt like they were an old couple, retired from their work, with kids getting married, grandchildren graduating from daycare, and a successful business around the world.

However, the thought of their impending future made their heart race a little. Will they achieve this feeling of contentment and happiness, or will something stop them in their tracks? The uncertainty of it all was a little daunting, but they both knew that no matter what came their way, they had each other, and that was enough to make them feel like the luckiest people in the world.

Turning to face the mayor, Y/n leaned in to closely examine Ran's lavender eyes before wrapping her arms around his neck. Running his hands around her butt while maintaining a neutral expression on their faces caused her to giggle, and he then smashed his lips into hers.

She groaned as he slid his tongue inside her, biting his lower lip. As they kiss, they are communicating their emotions, their bodies, and their pain to one another. Even though they are more complex than that.

"I want all of you. Your body, your heart, your soul."

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//Sorry for the sudden silence! I just realized that I missed the blog's anniversary! As of July 30th, i's officially been a year since I first made the ask blog. Thank you to everyone that's been around and has interacted with the characters. It's been a lot of fun and I've loved interacting and talking with all of you!

To kick off another year, have a mini blurb (because I can't write a short story currently and I'm still working on answering asks)// //EDIT: There's officially over a hundred of you??? I don't know what to say other than thank you all so so much!! The blurb will be under a read more since it's so long//

Sun: It's been a year already? It's hard to believe.

Lunar: So much has happened!

Eclipse: I have no idea what they even have planned for me. I'm not even in the actual story yet.

Solar: Ya think any of us know what they're planning?

Eclipse: ...Fair.

Moon: Are you guys coming or what? We're taking a picture.

Poppy: Hold your horses! Some of us are a bit slower than others, friend!

Kill Code: Would you like a hand?

Poppy: *blushes* Oh, no thank you, kind sir! Now bumblebee, straighten out your shirt. The daycare logo is all crooked.

Solar: Thanks, Poppy.

Poppy: You're welcome!

Lunar: It's hard to believe it's been a year. And last year there was only five of us!

Sun: Yeah, ten is definitely a lot more than five. And something tells me that isn't all of us, either.

Lunar Who knows! I like things better now, though. I'm glad we have everyone! We'll, everyone but-

Midnight: Yeah, yeah. Just stick me in the back. I ain't stayin' long. Goddamn stupid-

//Mun God hopes that Midnight is not about to make any sort of derogatory statement towards his Eclipse, let alone Mun God. And certainly not towards Quill.//

/Yeah, what they said! ....Wait, me too??/

//Mun God does not want to discuss this further with Quill.//

/But...ok. *blushes*/

Midnight: I ain't sayin' sh-

//Mun God hates to inform Midnight that they can no longer speak- at least, not until after the photo is taken. Midnight understands, correct??//

Midnight: *glares*

Harvest: Brother, your tie is crooked.

Bloody: Ughhhhh bloody pain and bother! Why need?

Harvest: *chuckles* It's just for a picture, then you can get rid of it. I promise.

Bloody: Don't like.

Harvest: Neither do I, but we can chase squirrels later, if you want.

Bloody: ....

Harvest: I'll throw in the new nylabone I bought you.

Bloody: Ok!

Moon: Geez, how do you even work this thing?

Sun: I think you need to set it up to your internal camera? That way you can take the picture without a timer.

Moon: But then I'll be blinking in the picture.

Sun: Hm...Clip? Any ideas?

Solar: Give it here, I'll do it.

Moon: You don't have to-

Solar: Least I can do. Just lemme work with it.

Lunar: Chip! Can I help?!

Solar: *smiles* Nah, but I appreciate it.

Midnight: *flips him off*

Solar: Uh...why ain't he talkin'?

//Mun God is unsure, it certainly is strange...//

/Melpomene! Be nice!/

//Mun God does not know what Quill means./

/Come on! It's bad enough you won't tell them about-/

Poppy: Ooh! Are we going to talk about when Solar gets-

/Oh! But what about when Eclipse finally realizes-/

//Mun God does not want to silence Quill and Poppy, but Mun God will if that is what it takes to avoid future events being spoiled.//

Poppy: Oops! Sorry, Melpomene!

//.....It is alright.//

/Aw, you're soft!/

//Mun God wants Quill to shut up.//

Kill Code: Eclipse. Perhaps it would help if you-

Eclipse: What?

Solar: What?

Kill Code: Apologies, I was talking to Solar.

Eclipse: *scoffs, rolls his eyes* Of course you were.

Kill Code: Son, I do not mean to slight you.

Eclipse: Whatever.

Solar: 'Clipse? You wanna help me with this? I don't know what I'm doin'.

Eclipse: *straightens up with a smile* 'Course you don't. Dumbass.

Solar: *smiles and hands him the camera* Least I can see what I'm doin'.

Eclipse: What's that supposed to-

Solar: *smirks* Kinda hard ta see when yer close ta the ground.

Eclipse: You son of a-

Poppy: I wish I was in my physical form...I was hoping I could hug Sol.

/I'm sorry...maybe when we do an ask event in the future? Maybe we could do one where we go back in time when you and Solar were still sharing a body?/

Poppy: *smiles gently* I would like that, thank you!

/We'll see!/

Midnight: *growls*

Kill Code: *picks him up by the hook* So you are the one who hurt Solar...*snarls*

Midnight: *stares in fear*

Solar: 'S alright, KC. Mun God has 'im on a leash. He can't talk.

Kill Code: Is that so? Well, then it is the perfect opportunity for me to say what needs said-

Eclipse: Gods, Moon. Could you have gotten a more complicated camera?

Moon: Blame Fazbear! It's the only one I could find!

Eclipse: Christ on a stick....Finally! Alright. Everyone gather around, it's time. I'm not doing this more than once.

Sun: Ok, ok, Lunar stand here, then Moon, Solar go between me and the twins, Eclipse by Lunar in the front, KC in the back, Poppy with KC, Midnight...

Midnight: *glares where Kill Code is still holding him*

Sun: ...Stay there. Perfect.

Eclipse: I'm doing one countdown. Blink now or forever hold your peace. Ten-

Sun: Nine!

Moon: Eight.

Lunar: Seven!

Bloody: Six!

Harvest: Five!

Solar: Four.

Poppy: Three!

Kill Code: Two.

Midnight:

Thank you for one year!

[nautiscarader]

"Are you ready yet?" Luz called out for what seemed like the 30th time. "Our reservation are in 3 hours." Amity had just finished toweling off from the shower. "I'm coming." She called back. "You can't rush perfection!". She turned to hang up her damp towel to see Luz standing there naked too. "Well, this is embarrassing. We both are wearing the same thing. We're not going to do those cutesy couple thing like always matching?" Amity blushed. "Luz, we'll be late for dinner!" Luz smiled. "You said you were coming." She leaned in to kiss her girlfriend. They had 2 extra hours to work with...

That is an excellent starter, anon- and in the end, they keep making love until it's almost time to go, so they throw onto them just whatever sticks, and are praised for "avangarde" outfits by Boiling Isles'standards

[dontbotherwiththepronunciation]

EDIT UPON LAST READING:

This was written on the 30th of may mostly because I got in trouble with a subset of sansa fans at the time and I felt like I should try to joy in her character again. I am no longer sick, I no longer feel like talking about romance, I no longer feel like talking about Sansa but doing this was fun and I am always curious

For the sake of this post, and only this post, I will refer to the term "ship" or any derivatives of the word as "feeling interested by a dynamic's fanon, semi- or canon romantic connotations".

Can't believe I have to say this but god people can get so unnecessarily mean. Before people start being pedantic about something as harmless as rarepairs, it seems like I really will have to say: I don't believe in any of these options possible canon endgames. Many of these have not even interacted. I deserve to have fun with stuff as trivial as dumb inconsequential fanon ships. 

Under the cut I wrote down my preferences + linked some fanwork simply because I’m in a shipping mood after reading some folkloric myths and I don’t really have any strong opinions on ships, and the few NOTPS I have are more about the way fandom treats the ship than the actual ship on itself, but I am completely ill and not healthy enough to do anything more serious and rarepairs are fun. You don’t have to read it or write one yourself, I just feel like talking and recommending fanfics.

On the other hand, if you do want to recommend me fanwork of any type, or share a prompt or show me a wip or just simply hype your rarepair please do so! Everything goes as long as it's a rarepair (less than 500 fics on ao3).

1. Sansa Stark x Brienne of Tarth

Listen, were it not for Brienne and Jaime being clearly written to be read as semi-canon-going-canon and were this book not written by a straight cis white male US American baby boomer democrat, I would be delusionally screaming this is going to be the one canon ship! This would be my protagonist endgame ship for which I would take the mildest coincidence as foreshadowing and die on that hill.

I am coming for you, Lady Sansa. Be not afraid. I shall not rest until I've found you. - Brienne I, AFFC

(Subversions of lady/princess & knight/prince where both are women and one of them is searching for the other and I'll become her Prince and save her! and-)

I just really love how so many of Brienne's issues are tied to her femininity. She does not fit into the traditional idea of womanhood, she wishes she would, she does not want to, she is rejected by the concept and she rejects the concept. And yet, when she distances herself from every possible reminder of her own femininity and takes up a man's armour and sword, she is reminded of her place as a woman and told to conform to her gender.

And then we have Sansa, who romanticises stories about Ladies and Knights; first out of genuine love and admiration for them, and later as a coping mechanism when cruel reality tells her that those ideals are sadly nowhere near true.

This is her knight. This is her strong, brave knight.

My only problem with Briennsa is how we shippers sometimes tend to put Brienne in a position of servitude to Sansa or the Starks and ignore how she is the heir to an island, has a father whom she loves and wishes to see again, and is still on a quest. Hell, she might be Azor Ahai, with her weirwood dream in which she fights White Walkers + her father's sword Lightbringer, out of all the Azor Ahai tinfoil theories this is the one I think has the most canon support. She is not a Hyle Hunt type of errand knight who is just walking around Westeros for the sake of traveling and finding a job, and once the war is over and she has kept her oath, it would be nice to see her going home and proceeding with her life and independence, maybe taking Podrik with her. I would like her to see her father again and see there being love between them.

My nonsensical fantasies involve Brienne being like "Alright, I found one of the Stark girls, still have to find the other one. I'm taking her to Tarth where she'll be safe and have no creeps around who would bother her." and Sansa just completely falling in love with Brienne on the way there.

Also, I would die for the comedic potential of Brienne of Tarth, mockingly refered to as "Brienne the beauty", having a trail of people fawning over her. This post is one of my favourite posts in the world.

To be honest, while I do enjoy the idea of Sansa going North to reunite with her family, I also have a strong fondness for the concept of her actually staying South. I know this is an unpopular opinion that Sansa fans seem to particularly dislike because of the whole "SaNsA iS nOt A rEaL sTaRk" thing, but there is something about lands of childhoods being unretournable. Stepping out of home means never seeing it again. "I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell" perhaps, but the walls of Winterfell were burned and the one Winterfell native who got to go back to Winterfell didn't get to be strong or safe.

I would like to be wrong though, and I think I will be wrong! But still, it would be nice for her to discover a South that is closer to the dreams of chivalry and court she had and perhaps Tarth could be that place, even if only for a short time.

Well, here is a canon-divergent AFFC fanfic in which Brienne finally makes it to the Vale. It has a lot of fairy tale imagery and an interesting characterisation between the Sansa-Alayne personas.

2. Sansa Stark x Jeyne Westerling

"That's what I'll give you, Lady Sansa. Your brother's head." A kind of madness took over her then, and she heard herself say, "Maybe my brother will give me your head." - Sansa VI, AGOT

You know how Catelyn and Ellaria both at least got to say goodbye to the remains of their loved ones? Jeyne didn't. Neither did Sansa.

My weird fantasy involves Jeyne Westerling (MY Queen in the North) finally getting Robb's head, even if it's just the skull, and showing it to Sansa. A subversion in a way. Joffrey would have done it in malice and sadism, Jeyne would do it it with care, maybe a feeling of responsibility over what remains of her husband's family.

I have a lot of issues with Robb Stark and the way he is perceived in fandom, I keep hating him until I read the source material again and realise "oh wait, fanon≠canon", but I just think his relationships with the women surrounding him are fascinating and they don't get explored a lot. Sansa doesn't know about him cutting her out of the inheritance line and I wonder how she and Jeyne, the other woman who is a Stark but would no longer be accepted as one by a majority of the Northern lords, would feel about him. I wonder how love, resentment, grief and guilt would mix between the two. I don't think Jeyne is pregnant, but if she somehow ends up caring for Robb's heir (be it Jon, Sansa, or an eventual child we refer to as his) I would love that. I like imagining that Jeyne could learn more about Robb, the boy, since she seems to have only gotten to know Robb, the man and King. I like daydreaming of Sansa and Jeyne talking about Catelyn, whom both admire.

I think both of them, based on what we know of Jeyne, share some similitudes in the way they behave conforming to their gender and what is considered a Lady's attitude while still having moments of defiance and I think Sansa could maybe appreciate that. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, she speaks of "madness taking over her" and, in my opinion, this is usually when she steps out of her own safety to be brave or bold (standing up to Joffrey, trusting Dontos, trying to hide her first menstruation) and I think it could be nice to see her realising these are not things she should be ashamed of. It always reminds me of Jeyne tearing up her clothes and fighting her mother. Jeyne Westerling, like most Jeynes, doesn't get treated very well in fandom. I hate how the interpretation of Robb breaking his vows to marry her is always one putting him as a selfless saint who practically sacrificed himself for a girl he didn't even love when the fact this all plays so mysteriously can open so many possibilities.

And it seems to me people forget how metal she became.

Sometimes Sansa's f/f ships tend to get simplified to "girls being girls and doing girly things together" and I understand why people enjoy that and they are valid for doing so, but in my case I usually prefer to have a little more conflict to it and I think this ship can balance the "girls making flowercrowns and braiding each others hair" and "exploration of complex feelings and estrangement" well enough for me to find it interesting.

Here is a fanfic I'd recommend that takes place in Winterfell with a reluctant Queen Sansa and lots of survivor's guilt + an edit done for said fanfic!

3. Sansa Stark x Garlan Tyrell

When Joff had her beaten, the Imp defended her, not Littlefinger. When the mob sought to rape her, the Hound carried her to safety, not Littlefinger. When the Lannisters wed her to Tyrion against her will, Ser Garlan the Gallant gave her comfort, not Littlefinger. - Sansa I, AFFC

(Yes, I know all those allies are kind of perpetuating her misery too, but she seems to have some affection for them. The reasons behind the affection can be discussed and dissected to examine whether that affection should be there or not, but as of now I don't want to talk about that. People can cherrypick to their own wishes.)

Not something I like to visualise as an endgame because Garlan seems to be quite happy with Leonette and I honestly think Margaery and Sansa's break up/middle school betrayal might not be as easily solvable as we wished, but I like thinking about Sansa & Garlan.

I like Sansa but she is fetishising a gay man who just lost the love of his life when she has a broader shouldered, bearded, straight person who looks very similar to said gay man who is called Garlan the Gallant and how can she be so blind? Why is her unrealistic teenage crush so poorly chosen? Garlan is so humble and his name is so fitting. He is more chivalrous and mature than Lawrence and he is so strong and agreeable and he treats her and Tyrion with respect. He takes her out to dance and makes her laugh and if going by how she describes the Tyrells, then he is so very handsome too and- Why are you laughing? - My father, swooning over Garlan the Gallant on the phone

I do like imagining her having a bit of a very one-sided mild crush sometimes, not something serious but one of those light early adolescent crushes you won't ever act on. Sansa finding moments to daydream and cherish in the hell of a life she is living in King's Landing where se feels cared for, even if it is by someone who is not particularly invested in her. Admiring Leonette and wondering how happy she must be, without ever being truly envious or malicious but simply wishing she had something similar. So, less actual romantic interest but more of a one-sided "I wish" in response to unexpected and (hopefully) genuine emotional help.

I usually prefer gap fillers in fanfiction and I am so eagerly waiting for a gap filler of Sansa's time in King's Landing where she gets to interact more with Garlan and Leonette. Where we see her being wistful and melancholic, longing for her dreams of courtship, chivalry and the sort of love that would be a mix between that which she has heard in songs and witnessed between her parents. Having small moments of joy feeling like a girl again for allowing herself those dreams and realising they can be true.

It's a pity there aren't many fanfics or fan art focusing on their canon or fanon dynamic. I like them a lot.

4. Sansa Stark x Myranda Royce

This is the light to C€rsei x Ta€na's darkness. I love them as friends and I would rather keep them as friends, and for some reason I ship Myranda x Mya, but I enjoy the ship A LOT! Out of the female connection's Sansa builds as the story goes on, I think their dynamic is the most endearing one, and I live in fear of GRRM turning Myranda into Sansa's new villain. I talked a bit about them in the later part of that one post, and I don't have a lot more to add, I just genuinely enjoy their dynamic and how natural Sansa's friendship with her is. I think Myranda embodies certain aspects of Margaery and Jeyne, but until now she is more genuine than Margaery was, and Sansa is also more mature in her treatment of her compared to Jeyne. I just like them.

So, if Myranda gets to wake up the sapphicness in Sansa, I would not complain. She spends so much time flirting with her! I love her for that. "You do turn such a pretty shade of pink.”, "So you're brave as well as beautiful, "I can see how virtuous you are just by looking at those rosy cheeks and big blue eyes of yours."

Sometimes I see this small fraction of fandom being mistrusting of Myranda and I honestly think we are just falling into Littlefinger's trap when we do that. If Petyr tells Sansa not to befriend Myranda, then I will 100% hope Sansa has the common sense to befriend Myranda. Don't take Myranda's derogative comment about Alayne's "Bastard breasts" as genuine, her literal bff/girlfriend is a bastard herself. Nah, but seriously, do we really think that Mya Stone who has been struggling with feelings of abandonment since before we even met her would be "as close as sisters" with Myranda Royce if she truly were a classist evil schemer? I honestly think Littlefinger might be a little afraid of her. She is shrewd, she might not be on board with her father's alliance with Petyr. Maybe that is why she is being threatened by her father to be married to a suitor she wouldn't approve of.

I might be wrong though, who knows. I do understand how her constant bawdy jokes could have also been a method for disorienting and questioning her but the twow preview chapter made me doubt it. For some reason I find her more genuine than Margaery, but as said I'm open to being very wrong about this.

Anyway, here is a small Drabble + art someone made and it's cute and Myranda is funny. I love Myranda.

5. Sansa Stark x Harrold Hardyng

I didn't have a strong opinion on them but then I was sold on them by a fanfic. It seems like this is where canon might be heading and I'm honestly happy for Sansa if she gets to have her high school movie annoyance to lovers romance with a handsome-popular-everybody-wants-him Prep/Jock guy. Good for her. I don't think Harry is an evil person and I hope it remains that way. Depending on which approach GRRM takes to their relationship it could be very comedic while still holding the political plot for the Vale. Their interactions during the Alayne TWOW preview chapter were gold and everything I would expect from the high school AU set in the Middle Ages, this post encapsulates it, I want them to be cringe and weirdly out of place. All the important lords and ladies are talking politics while these two are constantly making everyone uncomfortable with weird one liners.

On the other hand, depending on how long Sansa has to keep up with the Alayne farce, it could also provide for some angst and explorations of identity issues. Lady Waynwood agreed to the betrothal on the condition that Harry himself would agree to it and find "Alayne" to his liking. And I will admit there is something that would be so sweet about Sansa being loved by Harry THE HEIR, as Alayne Stone, some petty lord's bastard.

It is not me she wants her son to marry, it is my claim. No one will ever marry me for love. - Sansa VI, ASOS

I would be so genuinely happy if she is proven wrong. And yes, the Alayne persona is not simply Sansa with another hair colour and name, but it is still part of her. It is a mask of her own face, smoother and only presenting that which she wants to present. It would be interesting to see an actual love story blossom out of this, while she is still painfully aware of their union being a machination of Littlefinger, maybe feeling guilt and insecurity over Alayne being made to play the seductress while Sansa is still underneath that facade wanting to be loved, being loved but not fully aware of it.

Anyway, here is a light angst fanfic about the Sansa-Alayne identity and Harry! It's probably one of my favourite Sansa fics ever, but warning for Petyr Baelish being himself!

+ I think people sleep on the concept of us readers getting to see Littlefinger "losing the girl" for the supposed prep/jock fuckboy again, that would be great.

Not a favourite, because I don't know a lot about Harrold except for that he is kind of a jerk, but I am a very canon person, so I'll probably end up tolerating/liking it if it actually gets to happen.

6. Sansa Stark x Myrcella Baratheon

I feel very weird about this one because I personally tend to distance myself from the captive x captor (including captor's family) ships in asoiaf when they are portrayed as something positive (nothing against those who like them, it's just a personal preference), but maybe because in this case both of them experience the position of hostage/ward and they didn't get to spend a significant amount of time together (two years at most), I am less appalled about possible scenarios in which they meet again in the future. Myrcella being passed off as legitimate when she is a bastard, Sansa being passed off as a bastard when she is legitimate, becoming pawns in political intrigues of others, being isolated from their families at a young age. Dorne treats Myrcella significantly better than King's Landing treated Sansa, but it still is the place where she was maimed and almost killed.

+ The fact that Myrcella is supposed to look almost exactly like Cersei (someone Sansa admired and wanted to emulate only to come to fear and hate her) but has none of her cruelty could be very interesting and torturous to explore if people want to write angst and get into Sansa's psychology. You can make this dark and macabre without having to open the bag with the dead dove.

Here is a (sadly abandoned) post ados fic in which Myrcella travels North as a ward to Lady Sansa, Warden of the North, sent by Queen Daenerys. Othe ships are also tagged, but since it was discontinued they don't appear. It has a very entertaining characterisation for Myrcella and it doesn't bash any of the girls mentioned, so I liked it.

7. Sansa Stark x Lancel Lannister

So, imagine a universe where Sansa chooses Lancel over Tyrion.

At the time, Lancel is still recovering from his wounds, if I remember correctly, and is experiencing his religious awakening. Imagine how different Sansa's arc would have been. Would she be the one seeking for some sort of connection between her and her husband? Lancel would probably have no interest in any possible romance, but he might be less indifferent with Sansa than he was with Amerei given how she aided him when he was wounded even when he had always been a passive participant in her abuse. Would she keep plotting and hoping for an escape with Dontos? Or would Lancel take her away from King's Landing? If he's not marrying Amerei, then he is not getting Derry, but perhaps Sansa could become a claim to Riverrun post-Red Wedding and that would be interesting to see. Sansa in her mother's home, retracing the steps of her parents, but this time differently, as an unwilling usurper to her uncle. Would she meet Jeyne once the Lannisters retake Riverrun?

Would there be a religious conflict between the two? I am an agnostic theology enthusiast, so I really love seeing how religion plays out in the story and since Sansa believes in the Seven Gods and the Old Gods, I think her dual faith would be interesting to see in opposition to Lancel's devotion for and indoctrination by the faith of the Seven.

+ both have Cersei related trauma and I am a sucker for "we share an abuser" dynamics.

I actually really love this possibility, but didn't came up with any of it on my own! What I wrote above is based on conversations between @team-mom-wannabe, @selkiewife and @nosafeanchorage. They created an entire AU for these two, with an astonishing amount of details and care, and then I had to go through the disappointment that is realising no one has ever written a fanfic centred on their possible marriage.

8. Sansa Stark x Val the Wildling

I really like Val. I know some people hate her because they claim she is "not like other girls" or because she wants Shireen to be killed, but I hate the way nlog rhetoric has developed and I come from a continent where 95% of the population was killed by foreigner's diseases (and also by the foreigners themselves of course), so yeah, I will never hold that against her. I understand why that is upsetting to others, but I'm different.

It's weird to me that although show!Sansa was given traits and storylines from many erased female characters and was kind of deprived of her own (and I still hate that show for that and so many other things), they never teased the concept of giving her a wildling partner! Tormund was a completely different character compared to his book counterpart, he was much younger, conventionally attractive and acted as the main leader of the Free Folk after Mance, so I thought they would maybe merge him with Sigorn and tease him and Sansa, but that didn't happen (I don't remember what happened to him. Did he die?). And I won't deny that the lack of a wilding/northerner marriage lead me to have some thoughts about how interesting it could be for her to meet someone from the free folk. And then, because I'm very very sapphic, Val came to my mind, another cool woman they erased. Beautiful and deadly. A subversion of the princess in a tower.

It's fun to see how both, Sansa and Val, are considered the keys to the North/the Free Folk when their titles are practically honorary; Val is not a real princess and the Free Folk wouldn't submit to anyone who forcibly married her, Sansa has been cut out of the inheritance line because she was made to marry an enemy whom the North would never allow into its territory. I think it would be entertaining to see them meet and observe possibly feelings of mutual respect grow and I just really like seeing people from different cultures interact. Free Folk's beliefs around courtship and how romance and marriage are always meant to carry some sort of violence are fascinating to me. The idea of being "stolen" is a concept I initially associated to non-consensual dynamics, but in fairy tales we often have characters saving the female heroine/love interest by stealing/rescuing them. The way women are often made to be objects of conquest or rewards in most folkloric stories and fairy tales conditions their rescue as theft, since they often belong to the villain only to be passed to another male character. This also is somewhat true in Sansa's case specifically with Tyrion and Petyr, although I would argue Petyr is a lot worse for Sansa than Tyrion. Anyway, I would really like to see how Sansa, who has always been on the edge of rape but has managed to avoid it (she has still been mistreated and fondled in situations of dubious consent, but not violated like Jeyne or Dany), would react to their customs.

+ depending on whether you believe in Sansa's possible complicity in the poisoning of Sweetrobin there could be soooo much room for projection and angst if she gets to see Val being motherly and so very loving to "her nephew" (even when it's not really her nephew and she knows) while still advocating for Shireen's death. Oh, that could be very very fun to read.

9. Sansa Stark x Podrick Payne

awwww he is crushing on his boss's wife! :D

I feel weird about this one being so low given how it's the only one in this bunch with some canon support. This is uncommon for me. It's probably simply because I find her dynamic with Tyrion more interesting, but this is cute anyway!

I do wonder why no one has thought more seriously about them in canon given how Pod is Brienne's traveling companion and might come to meet Sansa again sometime soon (if they survive LSH (on that note, I'd love it if he gets to tell her about Catelyn/LSH)).

I don't know. Podrick is a good kid and Sansa deserves good things. I just haven't found a lot of thematics in their possible dynamic that interest me, but I'm open to them.

+ Sansa's weird traumatic dreams involving Ilyn Payne. Someone make something out of this.

Sadly haven't found many fanfics that have sparked my interest, but I really like this gif-set!

10. Sansa Stark x Tristifer Botley

I had been wondering about this concept for a while and thought that in another universe where the war didn't happen or the possible Iron Islands/The North alliance was settled in terms that included more marriages between them, this could have been interesting, albeit improbable since House Botley isn't as relevant as House Stark, but interesting! And then I came across this really sweet post-ados fanfic by @/alleyskywalker in which Sansa is married to him to build bonds with the Islands since all realms are now independent again and I thought it was cute. Tris was lovely and I liked reading him. He is a character I feel conflicted about, but I don't think he is evil, I just didn't like the way he approached Asha. I jokingly refer to him as a nice guy™, but honestly he is just an actual nice guy with a gentle nature and romantic tendencies and I really love how he is a character whom Asha deems "too sweet for the Iron Islands", and still he is part of the Iron Islands and is accepted as one by the other Ironborn. Her claim is never backed on by anyone else.

His courteous and polite ways could probably match Sansa's dreams of chivalry very well. It would also be fun to see her adapt to the Islands, considering the Northerners' mistrust (and also some bigotry) for the Ironborn and how different their culture is compared to that of the southern courts that Sansa dreamed of and idealized. It could be fun.

My honour mentions in no particular order

Sansa Stark x Harras Harlaw

For similar reasons to Tristifer Botley, but although we know less about Harras' personality, we know he is a salt son and a knight, something most of his fellow Ironborn frown upon. To me, that is odd and fun to think about. Does he worship the Seven Gods AND the Drowned God simultaneously? His mother is a Serret of the Westerlands. Could she have been the one to make him be more fond of southern culture? I don't know, but I like to think that is the case and if so, I think him and Sansa could possibly have some things in common.

Sansa Stark x Mya Stone

Not one I'm actively searching stuff for, but I get a visit from my good ol' friend Sarah Tonin whenever I stumble upon it and I can understand why people are into it:

Baratheon x Stark (but f/f)

Bastard x Noble (but f/f + subverted because "Alayne")

Mya's connection to Catelyn (Lady Stoneheart would approve)

There is also the fact that Mya is one of the most honest and frank characters Sansa has met ever since the story began. I will defend Myranda but I think she is shrewd, Margaery...well we know how that ended...Mya is different! She doesn't seem to be hiding any secrets or have any ulterior motives in her friendliness. Her abandonment issues would be interesting to explore among with Sansa's overall introspection + her isolation in King's Landing and her new (and sadly well) founded mistrust for others.

Honestly, my favourite daydream just involves them having a conversation about Sansa's parents and Mya telling her all she can remember and consoling her, while being open about her own issues, but sadly I don't have any creative abilities and can't come up with anything beyond that.

Here is a short, but interesting, fanfic that takes place post AFFC, but was written before the TWOW preview chapters came out. I thought it was lovely.

Sansa Stark x Jeyne Poole

Kind of an obvious one and one I struggle with because I can see the appeal of childhood friends torn apart by war and then reuniting after both went through different hells, but the way fandom treats it often just annoys me. I think there are a few unaddressed issues that make it more difficult for me to enjoy the way it's portrayed in fanon. I guess we could say I like it as a rhænicent that never got truly toxic and just remained bittersweet with a few kneeps of resentment, feelings of inferiority and maybe some misplaced anger coming from Jeyne . There is a fanfic though that I think is unmatched when it comes to what I would like : (1) + (2) but warning for canon compliant Jeyne storyline fucked upness + mild ambiguous Theyne (the Jeynsa is ambiguous too, but in my opinion less than the theyne, and it is just as important, not a side-ship. Overall one of my favourite fics ever).

Rolly Duckfield

"He is as tall as Griff now. Three days ago he knocked Duck into a horse trough." "I wasn't knocked. I fell in just to make him laugh." - Tyrion III, ADWD

I love Duck. He reminds me of my best friend and I think Sansa could use someone like that in her life. I have nothing else to add.

[murumokirby360]

My Family's 2010s Digital Camera (Canon EOS 1000D/Rebel XS) [feat. my Paper Dolls]

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Hello, May! 🌏☀️ Unfortunately, I cannot continue my upcoming and latest "PC Upgrade Project". The good news was, that I've already worked on it, but I need to adjust the size for the comparison, as well as splitting it into two videos instead of one to reduce memory size, and even timing the subtitles (which is important for the latter). So, my plan was to be submitted by July of 2024. On the bright side, I have another item review that has yet to be revealed, this June. 🙂 Nonetheless, onto my month's share. 😊

BREAKING NEWS: Just recently, yesterday [on May 30th, 2024] my current Power Supply Unit blew up, making my custom PC desktop useless without any power source! 💥😨 As of today, We send it to the "Computer Repair Shop" for a replacement. 🖥️🔧😓 Ouch! Luckily, it was fixed the next day, as in TODAY! And I cost a lot from my earning funds. Double ouch! 💵��� So, that topic deserves another month, I suppose...

Now, onto my topic...

• So, another camera from my parent's shelves, and it's the latest abandoned camera, as of 2024. The "Canon EOS 1000D" 😊📸, also known as the "EOS Rebel XS" is a DSLR camera that debuted in June 2008. This old professional camera possessed a 10.1-megapixel camera, a detachable lens like other DSLR cams do, and a whole bunch of features that only professional DSLR cam photographers could understand. Also, unlike the Sony Cybershot's exclusive "Sony" Memory Stick for photo storage, Canon uses the universal SD Card to store photos, on any memory brand used such as Sandisk, Transcend, Lexar, etc... For megapixels comparison, the 90s Olympus Camedia C-2000 Z has "2.1", the previous topic of Sony DSC-T70 has "8.1", and what about the "Focus-35"? Well, let's say it's not as level as the 90s Olympus camera that we've owned. 🤔🤷‍♀️

• So, do you have a story about this camera? Well, there's one I remembered, and it's based on the true story. ☝😊📖 I was 18 years old (late adolescence, may I add) while I was in High School in the year 2011 (3rd year High School). I went to a local 7-Eleven store when I saw a raffle promo poster. For the prize? A bunch of awesome stuff, including the Canon camera itself (the EOS Rebel XS). And since I'm 18, I'm qualified the participate by buying consumed-related stuff from the aforementioned convenience store daily. After the promo ended and my 3rd year of High School ended, a rider came to our house to receive a letter from 7-Eleven, only to find out that my father was the winner of the promo instead of me, and I was shocked. 😲 Damn... That winning camera should've been ME, and I used this cool camera to pursue my future career as a professional photographer; which sadly, did not happen. 😥 Regardless, in the end, I'm happy that my father won the prize, so I have to congratulate him. 👏😊 And the rest was history, we have SO MANY photo moments that we've shared on our main social media(s), unlike our previous digicams. We've been using it for a few years, until 2018(?) (as far as I know). When the camera itself started to get old, bugs were unbeknownst inside the lens (seriously, where did that come from? 🐜), and the built-in flash was unable to work properly. Making use of itself. Also, the repair cost for our camera was expensive, so we can't afford it. 💵😬 Yup, another camera bites the dust (I guess). 😥 And so, we've decided to switch to smartphone cameras over our bulky DSLR camera. 📱➡📷 After all, the cams from smartphones we're superior to those before depending on what brand we've used. Plus, it is ultra-portable, too.

• For ME, however, I would love to use the traditional digicams (big or small) over smartphones because it had a superior quality image over modern phones. 📷➡📱 Yeah, Apple and Samsung had overtaken, but true camera brands like Canon, Nikon, and Fujifilm (the trio of Japanese camera brands 🇯🇵📷. Don't forget Sony, by the way.) are already stronger than before; innovate after innovate for the professional photographers and content vloggers. The big boy cameras never gets old, and they're still producing them, to this very day. 📸🎥😁 However, with the rise of "Action Cameras" (not to mention Flying Camera Drones") will soon be surpassed, in the digital image industry. So, I'm not sure who'll die first. We may never know...🤔

• On the plus side, my paper dolls appreciate my story. So, here's my final moment before I put this cool memorable DSLR Camera on the wardrobe. 😊📷📸

Well, that's all for now! And do you have any good "item" memories from the 2000s to 2010s, like mine? Type it down in the reply section! 😊

If you haven't seen my related camera throwbacks, and my previous topic, then I'll provide some links down below. ↓ 😉

• My Family's 2000s Digital Camera (Sony Cybershot DSC-T70) [Apr 30th, 2024]

• Another 90s Camera: Olympus Camedia C-2000 Z [Jan 29th, 2024]

• My Family’s Old Film Camera (from the 90s) [Aug 29th, 2023]

Previous:

• My BRAND NEW SMARTPHONE BY Tecno Mobile [Mar 30th, 2024]

Tagged: @lordromulus90, @bryan360, @shadowredfeline, @leapant, @alexander1301, @coda-archive, @rafacaz4lisam2k4

[i-want-my-iwtv]

hi there, the delusional anon again lol I'm really lighting candles hoping we can finally get the deleted scenes 🕯️

I really wanted to see Louis shooting Lestat and the whole scene they filmed with the first makeup, just out of curiosity. The Trial™, and the scene with louis in the church, killing the priest

and TC as the marquis is GENIUS !!!!!! The tvshow has already made so many references, I would like other actors to appear even for a second! Even the young fop actor (btw did you saw his interview on youtube with a fan?); and jokes aside, I have a lot of fun whenever someone says they would like to see Nicole Kidman in the show as Gabrielle, it's kind evil tbh BUT yet would be cool

I've already spent HOURS on your blog just looking at the deleted scenes, I don't understand why Warner Bros just doesn't release it

anyways, THANK YOU! love your blog 💕

I've already spent HOURS on your blog just looking at the deleted scenes, I don't understand why Warner Bros just doesn't release it anyways, THANK YOU! love your blog 💕

Aww thank you! 😍 That means a lot. I collected this stuff for ppl to enjoy, if Tumblr ever goes down and we lose this archive, I'll definitely be sad. It's too large for me to download 😂 So definitely save stuff for yourself.

Light your candles, Anon 🕯️, but don't hold your breath. Truly, if we were going to get deleted scenes from the '94 movie, the golden opportunities (the 10th and 20th anniversaries 😂) for that have passed. This year will be the 30th, can you believe it?? If anyone is connected to the powers that be, TELL PPL WE WANT THIS STUFF. I'm sure it exists somewhere.

I think those cut scenes could have been great, but I suspect, other than being cut for time, there were good reasons to cut them from a writing perspective.

They may have been too cheesy for what the movie was going for?

Or they might have slowed down the action or detracted from the story?

--- Louis doesn't shoot Lestat that night in the book; Lestat gets shot at the Theatre de Vampires (before it's called that) in the Vampire Lestat, so it's possible that it was filmed, and then cut from the IWTV '94 movie with the intention to include it properly in the sequel TVL (not that Lestat can't get shot twice! but still! Getting shot on stage in front of an audience rather than in a bedroom with no other witnesses is, debatably, more shocking).

I felt like there was a somewhat feverish pace with Lestat coming to Louis at his bedside, that scene went by pretty quickly, it made it more vibrant and precious. In the book, Louis had been in poor health and then ppl had bled him to try to "cure him of his madness," so Lestat really didn't have the luxury of waiting too much longer to turn him; Louis could have died 😭. And maybe the whole Louis-shooting-Lestat might've killed the mood Lestat was aiming for, which was seductively offering Louis the Dark Gift. Shooting Lestat might've been more than a little off-putting in that moment 😂 Do you really want to turn someone into your immortal companion after they've JUST SHOT YOU? It might not kill Lestat, but it would still hurt!

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I mean I LOVE Tom!Lestat, and this is one of the few BTS pics we have of the Trial scene (you can see the theatre crypts behind him 😭)... it's charming to me bc I love that movie, but it might have been cut bc in a way it's more painful to excise the whole trial. Like barely seeing the shark in JAWS. With no trial, it would mean that Louis and Claudia had absolutely no chance; it was all up to Santiago's (or Armand's) whim 😭 Lestat wasn't even there to try to advocate for either Louis or Claudia (or maybe he WAS there, but locked in a cell somewhere and unable to help them!).

and TC as the marquis is GENIUS !!!!!!

Right?? That could be amazing.

The tvshow has already made so many references, I would like other actors to appear even for a second!

I haven't heard of that happening... don't hold your breath there, either, I think they would have done it already if they intended to do so. My guess is that AMC really wants to do their own thing apart from the 1994 movie (other than rewriting a few scenes), so I don't think there will be any cameos in the future, but maybe I'm wrong!

Even the young fop actor (btw did you saw his interview on youtube with a fan?);

I didn't see the video, but I met that actor, Lee Scharfstein, IRL in NOLA in 2022, he was lovely!

and jokes aside, I have a lot of fun whenever someone says they would like to see Nicole Kidman in the show as Gabrielle, it's kind evil tbh BUT yet would be cool

That is kind of evil haha but Nicole has been a favorite of fanartists and roleplayers for years, that's not a hot take. If I had to choose Tom as the Marquis OR Nicole as Gabs... bc putting them together would be A LOT to ask... I think I'd prefer Tom, because of the deliciousness of having him play his own father... but we have a better chance of getting Nicole so I would LOOOOVE to have her as Gabs paired w/ Timothy Omundson as the Marquis.

Oh and BTW since you've read this far, I accepted the headcanon that the Marquis' name was Valere de Lioncourt, as per the legendary @gairid/ @vampchronfic 😭💕

[itwoodbeprefect]

fic asks! 2, 12, 16 (i know i'm being mean. feel free to tell me i'm being mean), 23

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

hmmmm i keep thinking about ghosts. that was true anyway (thai media is great at thoughtful ghost stories) and then peaceful property started eating my brain every wednesday (note: just an expression. this is still about ghosts, not zombies) and now it's even true-er. but i also don't particularly want to kill any of my blorbos so i don't know, i don't know. maybe i need to start seriously thinking about original fiction again, so i'm not really killing anyone because the person has been dead the whole time on some level.

or, alternately. this could be a sign i just need to write some due south fic. built-in ghosts! in hindsight, maybe my newfound love for ghost stories with a kind view of the world was way more predictable than i thought.

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12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

i mean, i think i HAVE to answer h50 s07e08 Hana Komo Pae (Rite of Passage). i can't NOT say h50 s07e08 Hana Komo Pae (Rite of Passage) after writing three different fics about it.

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16. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

you are being a little mean, but only a little, because while i do sort of want to say starsky & hutch, i think the only real and true answer has to be steve & danny. even if it's purely because they're incredibly easy to write and come with a lot more easily accessible nuances in their canon relationship because. we get 10 seasons (which is more than 4. math.), and modern episodic media still allows ever so slightly more change and growth than 70s episodic media.

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23. If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

i actually did almost do something like this last year! somewhere in my drafts there's a half-written version of a sort of. counterpart/rewrite of my very first h50 fic ever, Wanted: parter (in crime), which i was going to post on the 30th of august 2023, exactly five years after i posted that fic, which was also the five year anniversary (minus a few days) of when i started watching the show. the reason it didn't happen is that i didn't remotely make my self-imposed deadline, and now i may need to wait for the ten year anniversary of Wanted.

and for a sillier answer: i'd rewrite Tell me the sky is falling now but i'd keep everything the same and not really rewrite it at all but take out/change one (1) line i didn't like much when i posted it and that now continues to bother me every time i reread it but also doesn't bother me ENOUGH that i've actually sat down to change it after the fact, which i generally don't do with posted works unless there's something actually wrong with them.

(the line is "Hutch takes a single glass down from the cupboard – he prefers it when he’s not trying to be cool and streetwise, but Starsky doesn’t mind drinking straight from the can – and opens the fridge without looking over his shoulder even once." and it's not actively terrible but i think i just needed something there from hutch to break up starsky's bits of dialogue and i ended up with a really clunky random fact that i suppose implies something about hutch's character but i'm not even sure i agree with it and i think there are a million ways this could have been smoother or more streamlined or just replaced by some other little sidenote. but also. it doesn't really matter. and it's not that bad. i just know i felt unsure about it, which makes me dread getting to that part, which makes me like it even less. these poor words never stood a chance.)

[daylilys137]

As Rey took her first sip of the delicious butternut squash soup she smiled to herself, savoring the spices on her tongue, clove, cinnamon… It was Rey's turn to run through the simulation and she couldn't wait.

It was the end of September, and the Scare Tower was opening its Haunted House tomorrow and its “Horror Survival” simulation Friday. This was her 3rd year working here as an actor and chaser, but she had finally drawn the straw this year. She would run the simulation and ensure everyone was ready for their first extreme guests! She was excited to see what her friends were doing in their sections of the Tower, but she also couldn't wait to get just a bit of revenge!

The butternut soup was really hitting the spot, and the spiral ham was delicious. She had also piled copious amounts of mashed potatoes and gravy on her plate. After all, she had been rehearsing like crazy the last few weeks, preparing for Spooky Season. Running, jumping over set pieces, and making sure she was ready to put any “survivalists” to the test.

Every year, the director and businesswoman who helped run the Scare Tower started the season with a banquet on September 30th. Leia loved the fall season and spoiling her cast members. The food was always good and the company better, well, at least for the most part. Rey felt her cheeks warm at the memory of just moments ago accidentally brushing Ben's fingers with hers as they had both reached for the butternut soup at the same time. The way he had teased her her first year… she had worked so hard to be better to prove him wrong.

Rose and Kaydel sat next to her with their now full plates. No soup though…

“I can't wait to try and scare you tomorrow!” Kaydel exclaimed as she grabbed a fork full of potatoes.

“Oh Come on, it's not like I really scare anymore after working here for 3 years,” Rey replied.

“Yeah, this place is fun to work at, but it takes away that fearful excitement most people get watching scary movies or walking through haunted houses,” Rose said.

“I'm sure we could still scare you ladies if you came and ran through our floors,” Poe added confidently as he sat across them, gesturing between himself and Finn. “In fact, I’m positive I could get your blood pumping if you came to the 6th floor,” he added with a wink.

“Well I guess Rey will test that theory for us tomorrow. What do you think, Rey?” Finn asked.

“I think I'll have fun running through everything, but I definitely won't be scared. I'm more likely to laugh than scream,” Rey said after swallowing an especially delicious bite of ham she'd dipped in her soup.

“Perhaps we should make a bet…” a deep silky voice said from behind her.

Rey rolled her eyes because, of course, Ben was coming to join them.

Once he sat down, he took a quick sip of his soup and said, “Mmm… good soup,” while looking tauntingly at Rey. She agreed, it's "good soup," but she simply took a bite of her mashed potatoes looking back at him, daring him to look away first.

“What kind of bet?” Rose finally interrupted the momentary silence.

“Well, since Rey insists that she's unlikely to scream I say we make a bet that if any of us get her to scream she owes us… let's say lunch,” Ben said, taking yet another sip of soup before eating some potatoes himself. He finally looked away, and Rey felt like she had won yet another small victory over him. She could see a light blush on his cheeks, and once again, she had to berate herself mentally for finding him attractive.

“There's no point. I know you all too well, and this is just too fun. There definitely won't be anyone getting lunch. Might as well do something else,” Rey stated matter-of-factly, glancing at Finn and Poe, who had been nodding along with Ben's idea.

“Well then, there's no harm in betting lunch if none of us will get it…” teased Finn.

“Fine,” Rey rolled her eyes. She couldn't help but notice the slight smile that appeared on Ben's face before he licked his lips.

Ben watched Rey return to her butternut squash soup. He had noticed how much she had loved it her first year at Scare Tower. She had had three bowls, and he was pleased to see someone else loved it almost as much as he did.

Yes, he was going to win lunch… He was determined to do so. Though he would much rather have her screaming for reasons other than fear…. A memory of some of her first year training sessions came to his mind unbidden… Yeah, he would much prefer that….

[captainx-camino]

I got to Experience Los Angeles Comic Con with my best friends in the entire world over my birthday weekend

We hit the road early in the morning on Thursday the 30th to form the Cross Guild (and Luffy) trip of a lifetime.

We picked up our bestie Fate (Mihawk) first and then headed out to Yeti's house to load up Mama Croc's Minivan.

I wore all the hats before loading them into the car, where we finally started the drive to Cali around 7-8am.

At some point we stopped at Eddie World, where my partner and I bought new friends, bat and platypus plushies we respectively named Jeff and Kiki.

On the 30th as a special gift for my birthday weekend, we stopped at Forest Lawn Cemetery to visit Dwight Frye.

This was an extremely emotional experience for me. I got to tell him how much me and my friends all appreciate his work and how much we all still love him and three little grass spiders crawled out onto the grave to say hello.

I also gave him a rose for everyone I know who wanted to pay their respects, which I truly believe made him happy.

I also cried like a bitch, but that's beside the point. It was incredibly special, the man is one of my heroes.

After that absolute emotional break mb, it still wasn't yet time to check into the hotel, so we swung by Little Tokyo for an early dinner (we each paid for dinner one of the four nights we were there, which was so much fun) I could not have asked for better people to spend my con weekend with.

The hotel was TINY. Like, you had to turn sideways to walk around the bed tiny, but we somehow managed to not kill each other despite sharing a room with no privacy or space (which is just a testament to our friendship tbh)

But, we all managed to make it work and we successfully got our room settled and sorted, picked up our badges Friday around noon (LACC did a fantastic job with their ADA stuff, despite a small hiccup with the stickers.)

We got to be Robin and Raven for the short day, did some shopping (I got some great birthday presents from everyone) and then my Rayray did a shoot in the room, which came out AMAZING.

ON THIS, THE DAY OF MY BIRTHDAY

December 2nd finally arrived! It's my birthday, I got to cosplay as my favorite character, my partner was my other favorite character, and my whole crew cosplayed One Piece with me!

My bestie Fate got to attend Thankmas in the morning, and then we all got back together to get a group photo with Jamie Campbell Bower (and I got a special solo one because it was my birthday)

He was so sweet and nice, and he almost killed me when he called me gorgeous. The picture was me freaking out a little, but it's fine. Lol He made my entire life.

The last day of con, I had also gotten the opportunity to get Jamie's signature - to which I decided to get my fanart of Henry and Eddie/Kas signed by him.

Not only did he specifically choose a pen that complimented the art (because he wanted it to look nice - I love him) but he asked if it was him and Joseph Quinn to which I said yes, it's Henry and Eddie, and he told me it was SEXY. He also wished me a happy birthday and told me I don't look a day over 19, which was wonderful since I'm 33. So, ya know...

Jamie Campbell Bower thinks my art is sexy and that I still look young and fresh. That's my accomplishment in life, I guess. Pretty good accomplishment, if you ask me...

And now Jamie also has a copy of this piece, which I hope he loves.

It truly has been the best birthday I've ever had and I couldn't have asked to spend it with better people.

I already miss my Cross Guild and I can't wait for the next event we attend together.

I never hoped to have friends as wonderful as I do in adult life. I love them so much and they love me just as much back. It's been so amazing having them in my life, I can't even begin to express how grateful I am.

[iohourtime]

Yamada Ryosuke: Side A - Expression

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(Please let me know if there are any errors. Probably not my best work but I can't write properly lately.)

You can read the second part of the interview, "Side B - Change" here.

On May 9th, Yamada Ryosuke-san would celebrate his 30th birthday. To [make sure] the timing worked, the editorial department proposed to him: “Do you want to do a self-produced gravure [for us]?” while it was still [winter]. He replied with his acceptance really quickly and he first mentioned the phrases “expression” and “change” and some loose ideas of what he would like to do. We came up with the plan we have now starting with that conversation.

“I was fortunate to receive such a proposal for my 30th milestone birthday and I am very thankful for this. When I am thinking about what I want to show others about myself, “the form of an expressionist” comes to mind. In these times, only responding to what is demanded of us is no longer the correct attitude. Or should I say, aren’t we more free [to choose what we want to do]? When it is time to think about how to maximize [the expression] of “myself at this moment”, if I can work with a trusted team to do what I hoped to do, then I can become who I wanted to be.”

For the next part, the proposal for “Change” is to show the switch from “off” to “on”. Yamada-san is earnest towards work and is someone who is known for being professional. Therefore, we wanted to show him before he puts on his “work armour” and asked to shoot his bare face before applying makeup and costume.

“From my perspective, I’m wondering if people really want to see that? (laughs) Although it’s not unusual for people to see the natural [unprocessed] Yamada Ryosuke during the [process of] change, or rather, that is probably closer to who I am now.”

Singing, dancing , acting… of all the methods of expression, but a photoshoot is “what can express my current state.”

“Although I approach my work in the same way, whether it is video or print, I feel that my condition and state of mind on that day or time, whether good or bad, gets reflected in the work. Especially with photos, it is a snapshot of everything, right? It’s not enough to just have a great photographer, or just great outfits, or great make up, if these components do not work together, it is impossible to form a cohesive artwork. When all these components work, it feels good to participate in the shoot, yet more often than not, the components do not all come together. Sometimes it’s due to my or the staff’s mental or physical condition [on the day], and I am rather sensitive to such things. If it’s staff I’m familiar with, we can figure it out together, but it’s not a one-sided issue. However, with today’s photoshoot, everything fits very well, so it feels like no matter who and whatever we do, it’ll go well.”

For this part, Yamada-san suggested one keyword, “Pierrot”. [TN: It’s basically the clown archetype in pantomime.] The cover art expands on this image. Although he had worn pop-coloured outfits before, the style [this time], including the hair and makeup, was quite aggressive. It seemed like Yamada-san himself was also inspired by this and showed a lot of naughty expressions he rarely showed.

“Since I am going to do this anyway, isn’t it more fun to show [a side of me] that hasn't been shown before? As for the word “Pierrot”, I simply thought it’s an easy way to explain [the theme of expression], but… clowns can be laughed at, they can be cute at amusement parks, and if they are in a horror movie, they can be scary; there is a wide berth in [how they can appear], and I always find them as beings that are hard to understand. I also want to become a person who gives people different impressions depending on who sees me, as someone who can show a different face depending on where I am. That is my ideal. It would be nice if there were people who read the magazine and saw new possibilities in me, and I would also be happy if they simply thought I was cool. As an expressionist, it is necessary to continually show new faces. I want to keep exploring that.”

He is currently appearing as Nitta Togo in the drama, “Ousama ni Sasagu Kusuriyubi”. [Togo] is a scion who married a woman he doesn’t love in order to rebuild his struggling wedding hall business. This is his first shoujo manga adaptation.

“Hashimoto Kanna, who plays the lead role, and I can go back and forth at different tempos and it’s great working with her. I want you to see Kanna-chan’s brave visage properly. I thought I was past the age to appear in this type of romance drama, so please enjoy it. (Laughs)”

[To be continued in Side B: Change, which is probably the meat of the interview.]

[finleyforevermore]

Ok...after several hours..here is (FINALLY) everything that happened in Act 2! :D

Cheers when there were 59 seconds left

Played the drowning theme when there were 10 seconds left

We were told to take out our phones during the I Am All of Me intro

Immediately everyone started cheering when I Am All of Me started

Someone screamed when they showed Maria during IAAOM

I've never heard What I'm Made Of before so I had to mumble along the words XD

Someone kept barking like a dog (going "hoo hoo hoo!"). Can't help but feel that's a reference to Snapcube ("That's so sick it makes me wanna bark like a dog!")

Everyone started screaming at the intro to Open Your Heart

The guitarist didn't do the riff during the instrumental break in Open Your Heart :(

Everyone screamed the second Knight of the Wind started

The audience sang the "woahs" at the start of KOTW

Everyone cheered when Sonic's Knight transformation was onscreen

Audience waved during the second "woah" bit

Johnny did a sword slash at the end of KOTW

Clap along at the start of His World

People cheered when Silver and Blaze showed up oncreen

I think someone screamed when Mephiles showed up

The cheers were deafening when Fist Bump started-

Cheers when Ian Jr showed up

Ian Jr showed up more than Gadget during Fist Bump!

Johnny straight up yelled "We fucking love you!!!"

Johnny fist bumped an audience member

Audience members in the front were jumping at the end of Fist Bump

Johnny asked "Do you wanna..." And the audience started finishing with multiple different songs names or quotes. My guess was "follow me" to lead into City Escape. The correct answer was Reach for The Stars

Wave-along during RftS

Everyone started waving around their flashlights during the end of RtFS

Sing along during Endless Possibilities

Johnny hit an E note at the end of EP

Johnny asked us to get angry for Break Through It All!

Got goosebumps when everyone screamed "you'll wake the beast inside!" and "Don't look down!"

The last chord of BTIA was discordant and dissonant but so cool!!

We're the loudest crowd yet, according to the guitarist-

It was someone's birthday so we all have them a birthday clap! 🎂🎁

Because it's Halloween they performed Pumpkin Hill! 🎃

Everyone started screaming at the start of Pumpkin Hill

Johnny said he wasn't comimg out until everyone stood up for Undefeatable

When everyone screamed "Face your fear" I realized just how much screaming is in the Sonic Frontiers soundtrack-

We totally broke the sound barrier at the end of Undefeatable. The crowd was cheering so loud!!

They were supposed to do the fakeout ending like in the 30th anniversary version, but because we were such a good audience they didn't do it

Everyone screamed the "woo!" during City Escape

Johnny went out into the audience for City Escape

I swear we broke the sound barrier during Live and Learn

I was convinced L&L would never end because Johnny kept shouting people out onstage! :)

Johnny said he wished tonight would never end and he got teared up earlier in the performance.

They played Green Hill as exit music while the credits rolled, and i heard some audience members singing to it.

While I am sad some of my favorite orchestral medleys got cut, like the Sega Saturn Medley, the Sonic 06 Medley, and the Sonic Colors Medley, I do realize that they clearly wanted to focus more on the rock section, what with the songs added. Overall I had an absolute blast and I hope a full video surfaces or I can find my audio of act 2!! So excited if/when it returns to Chicago!! 🦔💙