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Queen of the Halfpipe 🏂 | Jake Seresin Imagine

Takes place before, during, and after the events of TGM

TGM Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Lt. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x pro snowboarder!reader (romantic), the dagger squad (platonic)

Content Warnings: fluff, profanity, | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 10k

Requested 📨 yes/no—for @gizmodear 🤍 (rules for requests)

Premise: Dedication, determination, blood, sweat, and tears. That’s what athletes put in when they say they want to compete on the world’s greatest sporting stage. Years of hard work that come with sacrifices. At a young age Y/n L/n knew she wanted to be the best when it came to snowboarding, devoting herself to the Olympic dream. Love wasn’t something she thought would happen for her as she was so focused on her career. But, as someone once pointed out to her years after she did in fact find her happily ever after, she was living in her own little Hallmark movie.

Note: ah I’ve finally finished and I’m so happy with how it turned out! @gizmodear I apologize for the long wait (i think you sent this request at the beginning of February) but I hope you like this and I delivered with everything you could’ve imagined 🥹 I really love writing the athlete!reader x dagger squad paring fics so this was so fun to write. I did so much research to be as accurate as I could since I am not familiar with snowboarding. I did watch Chloe Kim in 2018 & 2022 so a lot of what reader accomplishes in this fic was inspired by her so I hope you don’t mind that I did that (except the ending since the 2026 Olympics hasn’t happened yet obviously 😂). Please let me know what you think!

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“So one last run, huh?”

“One last one,” she confirmed, hoping he couldn’t pick up on the slight sadness in her tone. All good things must come to an end.

“Better make it count,” he encouraged her. “You got this, okay? Don’t think about it-like I always tell you: don’t think, just do. That gold medal is calling your name.”

“I better go claim it then.”

“We’ll be cheering when you do, babe. Go show them who’s the Queen.”

Some people like the heat. Going to the beach and riding the waves of the ocean. Others enjoy the rain. The soothing sound of water hitting the pavement brings comfort to their ears. Then there are those who prefer the cold. Not as popular as the other two. People feel the only way to enjoy it is by staying indoors to sit by the fire and watch the snow fall through the window.

Y/n L/n loved the snow. Having grown up in the mountains of Colorado, she was used to blizzards and snowstorms. But she loved it mostly because of the sports associated with it. You know, the ones millions of people gather across the globe every four years to watch at the Winter Olympic Games. Athletes who’ve spent their entire life working to achieve their dream of glory. People who are not even patriotic rep their colors. Children watching for the first time think, “That’s gonna be me one day.”

That’s how it was for ten year old Y/n Ln watching the 2002 Winter Olympics on the small tv screen in the living room of her home. It was a special year of the Games. Hosted on US soil in Salt Lake City, Utah. Taking place in the months after the country was met with tragedy following the attacks on the World Trade Center in September 2001. Not a dry eye in the stadium or on those watching from home as the flag that flew on Ground Zero was brought into the arena by members of Team USA along with the NYPD & FDNY.

The Olympic torch was passed by members of the 1980 gold medal winning hockey team, coach Mike Eruzione lighting the cauldron. One of the most notable teams in US Olympic history. They were just college students up against the number one team in the world in 1980, which ironically enough, was also on US soil in Lake Placid, New York. Anyone who watched them play could recall the chills they felt when the buzzer counted down to zero with sportscaster Al Micheals yelling, “Do you believe in miracles? YES!” Winning that game didn’t deliver the gold medal, no, it only secured their place in the final match. There they defeated Finland 4-2, shooting themselves into history.

Y/n was familiar with many of the sports she grew to love watching. Her family owned and lived on a ski resort, so the art of skiing and snowboarding came to her at a young age. She was around four years old the first time she went down hill with her father. By the time she was around eight she could do it on her own with little help.

While her parents enjoyed skiing, Y/n was drawn to snowboarding. More specifically, the halfpipe.

At a whopping 11 to 22 feet in the air and slopes between 16 to 18 degrees, the halfpipe brings fast momentum to snowboarders allowing them to perform difficult spins and skills as they pass from wall to wall. For the Olympics, 22 feet was the typical height of the walls.

The first time Y/n attempted to drop in on the halfpipe was at the age of ten. After watching Team USA sweep the medals in the mens and watching Kelly Clark win gold for the women, Y/n was determined to one day stand on the podium and be crowned the queen of the halfpipe. Nerves were present, as they usually are when one tries to do something they’ve never done. With her parents and a snowboarding instructor present, Y/n became the little daredevil she was and tried her best.

Of course she couldn’t be bold and attempt spins and jumps just yet. Surely that would end her career before it could even start. No, instead they would work on getting used to traveling down the slopes first. On top of that Y/n would have to unlock her inner gymnast so she could do the flips when she got air.

Her preteen years were dedicated to training. Homeschooling became a thing. Everyday she was out working tirelessly to the point her legs would ache. Often there would be a bad run where getting up from the snow would take an arm and leg to do. Balancing a social life as a teenager was impossible. Y/n pretty much sold her soul to snowboarding. But that’s what one has to do when they dream of Olympic glory.

By the time Y/n was 15 she was already making a name for herself after joining the U.S Snowboarding Team. She won titles left and right that people were coming to her family's ski resort just to watch her train. A competitor of the Winter X Games at age 16, Y/n secured the gold after her second run in the women’s superpipe final with a score of 83.75. Rumors speculated she was going to go for the 2010 Olympic Trials. Having just turned 18, Y/n was a leading contender for the Games.

But you know how there are always bad runs? Yeah….the Trials seemed to give her that.

Y/n was hoping to be the first woman to land the 1080 in competition since no one had done it before. Men had been doing the trick since 2002, not as difficult as some of the other moves they were keen to do. While practicing Y/n had successfully landed it a handful of times. So once she felt she was confident, she planned to put in her trial runs. Her coach insisted she’d wait, but Y/n was determined.

And unfortunately it was going to cost her.

After failing to land on her 1080 on both attempts, Y/n was left at the bottom of the leaderboard even with the lowest and highest dropped from her scoring. Embarrassed and humiliated, Y/n made no effort to hide how devastated she was. Tears fell from her puffy cheeks, the cold doing nothing to help. She tried to avoid the cameras but they followed her everywhere she went.

“Y/n, what does this mean for you going forward?”

“Are you going to train for Sochi?”

“Can we expect to see you at next year’s Winter X Games?”

Returning home from the trials, Y/n spent the first week watching the footage back to see what went wrong. Her coach of almost ten years was with her, scribbling furiously on the white board the error and how to fix them.

“You opened too late,” he told her, circling the area in bright red where Y/n messed up. It made her glare at the spot. “When you do that you come in contact with the snow much quicker than you want—that’s why you lost your balance and fell. You didn’t give much time to stop the momentum from spinning. You need to hit this mark—,” another red circle appeared just above the marked one, “to land on time on your feet without losing balance.”

“You’re gonna make me run this at least twenty times today huh?”

“You bet your ass I am,” he flicks the cap at her, “Now go get ready—we’ve got work to do!”

And so for the next four years Y/n worked harder than she ever did before leading up to the 2010 trials. She’d been snowboarding almost fifteen years at that point, nearly seven at the competitive level. 1080s were what kept her up at night. One of the most difficult moves in women’s halfpipe, Y/n spent the four years working to perfect it. Kelly Clark, the 2002 Gold medalist and 2010 Bronze medalist, ended up becoming the first woman to land it at the 2011 X Games, Y/n taking second place and becoming the second woman to land it the following year.

“Remember what I told you,” her coach squeezed her shoulders just before her turn at the 2014 Winter Olympic Trials. “Let the snow and air guide you, don’t guide them. Keep steady and eyes open—you’ve trained for this and you can do it, Y/n. Just do what you’ve been doing the last four years.”

Taking the advice sure as hell paid off. When Team USA marched into the dome of the opening ceremonies at the Sochi Winter Olympics, Y/n was amongst the 222 athletes representing the red, white, and blue.

Qualifications were nerve racking, but Y/n put her blood, sweat, and tears into the competition. The 1080 had everyone buzzing since it was to be the first time competed in women’s snowboarding at the Olympics. “Just get on your feet,” she told herself, placing her goggles down as she prepared to drop in. “Don’t think about it too much, just do it.”

“And here is 22-year-old Y/n L/n from Aspen, Colorado gearing up for her first run in the women’s halfpipe qualifications. This has got to be a big moment for Y/n, having missed out on the Olympic team four years ago for Vancouver. Here in Sochi she’s a favorite to make the podium after great runs at the Winter X Games, becoming the second woman to land the 1080–which we’ll see her in a moment. Y/n’s been snowboarding since the age of four—as one does when their family owns a popular ski resort. We’re excited to see what she’s got for us today.”

“For those of you watching at home who are new to competitive snowboarding, here’s how the scoring works. The athletes are given two runs—or attempts to score big by doing tricks between each wall as they go down the slope of the halfpipe. A team of six judges will then determine the scores through amplitude, another word for height, difficulty, variety, execution, and progression. The highest and lowest score are then thrown out and the remaining four are averaged together for that run. The highest of the two runs is what will determine their position on the leaderboard.”

With her first run of 90.00 and second a 86.75, Y/n advanced to the semifinals along with Kaitlyn Farrington, and Hannah Teter. Kelly Clark secured her place in the finals as the top qualifying score after qualifications. During the semifinals Y/n brought in a 92.50 and 93.50. Her coach was jumping up and down, her parents screaming and Y/n ran over to them when the results came in.

She was heading to the finals.

A silver lining moment was what she was met with after claiming a score of 91.00 following her two runs. Team USA sweeping the podium: Kaitlyn with the gold, Y/n taking silver, and Kelly the bronze.

At the press junket following the podium ceremony, Y/n could not stop smiling. Even when she was asked the question, “How does it feel to be wearing the silver medal after what happened at the trials four years ago?”

“It feels amazing as you can imagine,” chuckles erupt from all sides. “I try to erase the 2010 trials from my memory, but ultimately that is what made me determined to work so hard these last four years. Being able to represent Team USA and bringing home the silver medal alongside my teammates Kaitlyn and Kelly, who I’ve admired my entire career—and watching Kelly win gold in 2002 is what kickstarted my dream of going to the Olympics…” Y/n pauses, grin growing wider, “It’s truly an honor. I-I’m still coming down from the high of it all.”

“Y/n over here!” The athlete points to a lady, who proceeds to stand from her chair to ask, “I know you’re going to be asked this a lot so let me be the first to, are we going to see you in four years for Pyeongchang?”

Biting her lip, Y/n gave a shrug though her smile remained, “I’m gonna train so the hope is you will see me in 2018, but you never know in sports. Anything can happen. For now I’m gonna celebrate with my coach and my family who traveled all the way from the States with me and then get back to the snow when I get home.”

When one already has established themself as a name in their sport, with an Olympic medal, several national and world titles under their belt, then going bigger is to be expected. Higher difficulty in tricks, more air and speed, fighting with gravity to not fall on your ass. Y/n felt the pressure.

“You want me to do back-to-back 1080s?” She nearly dropped her granola bar, staring at her coach dumbfounded.

“You can do it,” he said as if it were obvious. “You’ve been getting so much momentum on the landing that you’re getting massive height on your 720. You can easily go for the 1080 on that.”

It seemed tricky, but Y/n wasn’t one to say no to a challenge. “Fuck it, let’s do it.”

The first time resulted in a face plant in the snow. The second time she lost balance and skidded the rest of the slope on her ass. Finally on the third attempt she managed to catch her feet, exclaiming “Holy shit! I did it!” Off to the side her coach was fist pumping, in a heap of joy for the athlete. Never had anyone successfully landed a back-to-back 1080. But Y/n did in a fucking practice run. “Pyeongchang, here I come!”

When Y/n landed the movements at the 2018 Olympic trials, she was the highlight of the competition.

“The 2014 silver medalist in this event, Y/n L/n dropping in. Great start—setting up for her 1080….beautiful landing—she’s been working hard to perfect and—-OH! Oh my gosh she just did another one!! Did we just witness what I think we did? Holy moly folks I don’t believe it—Y/n L/n has just done the impossible with back-to-back 1080s in a single run!! That’s gonna have a massive score I can already tell.”

Adrenaline was pumping through her veins like never before when Y/n came down from the slope after her final move. Giggling like a maniac, her hands covered her mouth as the crowd roared around her. Her coach was going crazy, as were her friends and family who came out to support. A score of 95.00 sent the audience into a frenzy. And even with her second run, there was no doubt in anyone's mind.

Y/n was heading for Pyeongchang.

“It was a successful Olympic Trials this past week with 241 athletes from across the country qualifying for Team USA in the upcoming Winter Olympics in Pyeongchang, South Korea. Team USA will be competing in 15 sports, with many returning to the stage—including two time gold-medalist in the Men’s halfpipe, Shaun White, and 2010 Olympic champion of the women’s downhill in skiing, Lindsey Vonn. The women’s hockey team is looking to return to glory after not having won the gold since Nagano in 1998–the team claiming either silver or bronze in the past Games. There’s been a lot of excitement among supporters for returning Olympian Y/n L/n, who will be competing in the women’s halfpipe once again—L/n was the 2014 silver medalist in the event and became the talk of the trials when she completed back-to-back 1080s in her first run of the final competition, securing her place on Team USA with a massive score of 95.00. L/n has stated she will be attempting the 1080 duo at these Games. If she can pull out a score like she did at the trials of even higher, we could be looking at a new Queen of the Halfpipe.”

For the Games in Pyeongchang, each competitor would do two runs in qualifications and those who make it to the final will get three chances to produce a big score. It was smooth sailing to the finals for Y/n. Both runs received a score of 90.00, making her the top qualifier and securing one of twelve spots in the final.

February 13, 2018 was the best day of Y/n’s life.

It was a beautiful morning in South Korea. Sun beaming down with clear skies making the snow sparkle. Y/n was the last contestant in each rotation, spending the time in between her runs to keep her mind at ease. The playlist she made was blasting through the headphones she wore, a mix of genres that included artists like AC/DC, One Direction, and Beyoncé. Sometimes the cameramen would catch a glimpse of her dancing while mouthing the words to the songs, making viewers at home and the NBC commentators chuckle. Throughout the competition people were tweeting about the athlete:

@ sassycassie: @Y/nlikesthesnow is such a mood at the @Olympics. I wonder what’s on her playlist.

@TeamUSA✔️: we’re all jamming with @Y/nlikesthesnow.

@Marvelicious: Petition for the @Olympics to include music in the halfpipe from here on out.

When it came time for her run, Y/n rolled her neck, said a mental prayer, and dropped in once she was given the green light. Her heart was racing by the time she finished her first run, which did not get a good score due to falling on her second 1080. A rocky start to her competition, the number came back a 41.00.

Quickly the athlete brushed it off. “There’s still two more,” she told herself, approaching her coach who voiced the same thing. Two more chances to score big. All she needed to do was land the 1080s and get high altitude on her 720 and backside 900. Once that happened the gold medal was practically hers.

And she did just that.

On her second run, Y/n delivered what everyone was on the edge of their seats for. She screamed in victory going into her 720 because she had landed the second 1080 perfectly. Letting the remainder of the slopes guide her, Y/n finished her run with a beautiful 900 and shot her arms into the air, the people in the audience cheering. When she crossed the line she fell to her knees, board still attached to her feet and let out a cry of joy.

“Wow, wow, wow! That was absolutely incredible! She completed the back-to-back 1080s—I know we already saw it in the qualifications, but seeing it today was even better—and that 900 was massive, she could’ve thrown in a third! Look at Y/n, she’s taking it all in—the fans are going crazy, Team USA are already celebrating. And we still have one more run left! Remember the judges drop the highest and lowest scores and it looks like it’s gonna be……A 98.75!!! THAT IS HUGE—THE HIGHEST WE’VE SEEN YET!!”

Y/n was doing her best not to cry when her coach and parents hauled her into a group hug. There was still one more run to do, but it would be her victory lap no doubt. No way would anyone be able to touch her score.

Smiling the entire time, Y/n was effortless in her final attempt. One couldn’t even call it an attempt when she was already the gold medalist. The remaining competitors had already gone, none close to the number she produced in the second run. Tears finally flowed when she finished her 900, coming to the end of the slope and unclamping her board before dropping to the snow. The sound of the cheers was so loud she could feel the vibration.

Cameramen surrounded the athlete. Feeling giddy she made a snow angel, laughing the entire time.

When the score came back a 93.50, Y/n was officially named the Olympic champion of the women’s halfpipe. She wasn’t the only member from Team USA on the podium, Arielle Gold claimed the bronze, pushing out 2002 Gold Medalist Kelly Clark by nearly two full points. Liu Jiayu was the silver medalist.

At the podium ceremony Y/n felt like she was in a dream. Even when the announcer said, “Gold medalist and Olympic Champion, from the United States of America, Y/n L/n!!” With the medal placed around her neck and the sound of the national anthem echoing for all ears to hear, Y/n thought she’d wake up in her bed and it would have all been a dream.

But it was far from a dream. The press conference assured that. Reporters and journalists from sports magazines and media swarmed the place, Y/n more nervous about answering their questions than performing tricks in the air that were life threatening if landed wrong. Several questions were to be expected:

“Y/n, how are you feeling after your big win today?”

“Can you tell us anything about your plans when these Games come to an end?”

“Is it true you and actor Dylan O’Brien have been getting rather close?”

“Y/n, are you going to train for Beijing in four years?”

Exhausted and in need of food, Y/n kept her answers simple and minimum. “I feel like I could run a marathon—but mostly I could use some snacks. Oh thank you so much—,” A volunteer brought over an apple they had, and a reporter gave some crackers. “I feel even better now, thank you.”

“Well for one I’m gonna sleep at least a whole week,” chuckles rang out. “Then I’m gonna go see Black Panther since it comes out in three days—anybody gonna go see it? The trailer looked amazing.”

At the question of Dylan O’Brien, Y/n refrained from making a face, “Dylan is a good friend of mine—we met at the 2015 ESPY’s and he’s been to my family’s resort. Not to mention I was a fan of Teen Wolf when it was running. There’s nothing more going on, he’s a great buddy of mine and that’s all.” Internally groaning, Y/n could already picture the internet reacting to her answer. No doubt would they start shipping the two. Dylan would likely get a kick out of it, but like she said they were just good friends.

Responding on the topic of Beijing, Y/n said, “I’m very lucky to call myself a two-time Olympian and would love to continue my Olympic career so yes, I do plan to train for the next Games.”

The rest of 2018 was memorable for Y/n. She was invited to award shows and movie premieres, including Avengers: Infinity War, The Maze Runner: The Death Cure (which only fueled more speculation about her and Dylan) and Spider-Man: Into The SpiderVerse. She even filmed a cameo in the upcoming remake of Charlie’s Angels with fellow athletes Aly Raisman, Rhonda Rousey, and Danica Patrick. At the 2018 ESPY’s, Y/n was nominated for four awards: Best Olympic Moment, Best Female Olympian, Best Female Athlete and Best Female Action Sports Athlete. She took the latter three, in disbelief each time her name was called.

Her personality drew people in and many young girls were interested in snowboarding because of her. Within weeks she accumulated 500 thousand followers on instagram. People begged her to start a YouTube channel, wanting to follow the journey as she trains for Beijing.

“Hello friends of the interweb,” she waved to the lens of her camera. “You’ve been shouting from the rooftops and I’ve heard you loud and clear. Today is my first attempt at…vlogging? Is that what you call it?” Shrugging, she starts to walk down the hallway of her home. At age 26, Y/n moved out of her parents home shortly after her first Olympics—-having went pro—and bought a cabin on the resort so she could remain close with her family and coach. Plus it was where she trained—a nice little plaque on the entrance of the resort reading, “Home of Olympic Champion Y/n L/n.”

Fans loved seeing a more in-depth look at the Olympian. Y/n would do Q&As, give snowboarding 101 lessons, collaborate with Olympians from other sports she grew to become close friends with, and do daily vlogs of training.

“Hi, I’m Y/n L/n,” she smiled at the camera from where she was sitting, a pale pink background behind her. “And I’m here with Buzzfeed where I’m gonna be answering some questions while playing with puppies.” Clapping her hands excitedly, she grinned, “Let’s do this!”

“Was Snowboarding always your first choice when it came to sports?”

“Yes it was,” there was a tiny bulldog in her lap, drifting off to sleep while an excited lab pup was trying to chew at Y/n’s shoes. “When your family owns a ski resort in the mountains of Colorado, usually snowboarding or skiing is going to be the first sport you’re introduced to. In my case it was just like that and while my parents were more for skiing, I loved snowboarding because it was like surfing….but on snow.”

“Where would you be if you weren’t a professional athlete?”

“You know I haven’t really thought about this,” she makes a face that reads, ‘is that bad?’. “I’ve always loved animals so….probably a vet or a career that involved animals. Since I’ve started my YouTube channel I’ve grown to love creating videos and editing them—that whole process. I would not go as far as to say I’d be an Internet personality but I would maybe use those skills to go into film work. But in all honesty, I’d probably be running the resort with my parents. It’s the family business after all.”

“Do you have any tattoos?”

“I do,” flashing her forearm, the Olympic Rings inked her skin with tiny lettering that read, Sochi and Pyeongchang. “I got the rings shortly after returning from Sochi—already set on where it was going to go. The names were done after Pyeongchang. I have other tattoos on my legs and back, but this one is my favorite because it represents the dream I achieved.”

“Have you ever been in love?”

“Ooh we’re getting to the hard questions now,” she laughed, grabbing a puppy that was tugging on her sleeve to hold. “Ummm…..not really. While I’ve been in relationships I don’t think any has made me feel what love is supposed to be like. It’s probably why they didn’t work out,” again she makes a face. “I had a genuine care for them, but there’s a certain way people describe being ‘in love.’ And from what I’ve heard, none of my experiences would be like that. I hope that doesn't make me sound heartless,” Y/n shrugs, not embarrassed at all by being honest. “I got too much going on right now to be worrying about love though. When the time comes, it will.”

Well she was right on that. However she wasn’t expecting it to be sooner than what she thought.

Around December of 2019, Y/n had returned to Colorado after being in New York for a couple weeks for a friend’s wedding. Since becoming a bigger name in the world of snowboarding and in popular culture, the resort got more attraction throughout the year where bookings were full. During this time Y/n would help run things to get some stress from her parents. She’d train early mornings and late at night, leaving the middle of the day to assist in any way she could. Regulars who’d been coming before she was an Olympian would treat her the same, whereas tourists coming for the first time were usually starstruck.

Y/n loved interacting with supporters. Every smile she received and autograph she sighed was met with love. Kids would ask questions, the Olympian kneeling to their level to answer with full transparency. Adults would shake her hand and say they can’t wait to hopefully see her in Beijing. Those moments are what motivated Y/n to do her best with each session.

“Y/n, could you come here for a second?” her mother called out one night after Y/n finished her final run for the day. She’d just entered the lobby to say hi to her parents before heading back home when she spotted them with a group of people. One of whom looked very familiar.

Removing her scarf from face and pulling the hood down, Y/n was met with several pairs of eyes that immediately went wide. She could imagine why, considering there was a huge photo of her with the gold medal framed on the wall dedicated to the gallery of famous visitors the resort had.

Moving closer, she noticed that the group consisted of about eight people, seven of which were guys and one lady. The older gentleman who appeared to be roughly her father’s age was beaming at her. Quickly he was introduced by her mother.

“Y/n, I don’t if you remember since it’s been so long, but this is Pete Mitchell. He and your dad go way back and he’s visited a few times since we took over this place.”

Now the face brought memories with the mention of his name. Grinning, Y/n shook the hand that was extended to her, “Yeah, I remember. Maverick, right?”

“That’s right,” he smiled. “Wow, it’s great to see you again. Congrats on everything you’ve accomplished, Y/n. I’ve been watching you compete since your first trials.”

“Thank you,” she tries not to look flustered. “Sorry for looking so busted—I just finished a run and was not expecting a reunion so soon.” The words have the older adults chuckling. Glancing behind Pete’s shoulder, Y/n nodded to his companions, which had the pilot scurry to introduce them.

Pointing to each person, he lists off, “these are my lieutenants and members of my Top Gun striker team. Bradley Bradshaw, Natasha Trace, Robert Floyd, Mickey Garcia, Reuben Fitch, Javy Machado, and Jake Seresin.”

As he calls their names they each go to shake Y/n’s hand, saying, “nice to meet you.” When she gets to the last person, Jake, Y/n feels a light spark as their skin touches, making both of them flinch.

“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” the tinge of a southern accent nearly makes her knees go weak, a dazzling smile to compliment the pilot.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” she returns before moving back to stand beside her parents. “Thank you all for your service. What brings you to Aspen?”

“Well we’ve seen enough of the beach and ocean—now that we’re all stationed in Miramar—and thought we’d like a scene change,” Pete explained, gesturing to her parents. “I called your folks up after our assignment to book us a getaway since these guys were in need of a break. We’re here for the weekend to hit the slopes—and teach some of them how to ski.”

“Fun,” she hums, glancing to see some nervous eyes among Bob, Javy, Mickey, and Jake. When she caught Jake’s gaze he smiled at her, making her look away before she blushed. “Who all knows how to ski?”

“Reuben, Nat, and I do,” Rooster answered, “this is the first time those clowns are seeing snow.”

“I’ll have you know, Bradshaw,” Jake lifts a hand, giving a mocking glare. “I have seen snow, but seeing as I am a Texas man we don’t get it down there.”

“I get snow where I’m from,” Bob interjects, blushing a bit, “But I was the type to stay indoors when it did. I’ve never skied though.”

“Well there is a first for everything,” Y/n beams, “and once you get the hang of it, it’s pretty easy. Although I’m probably not the best judge…..since I pretty much live on the snow.”

“I personally wanna try snowboarding,” Nat admits, smiling when Y/n gives her a thumbs up and mouths, “good choice.”

“I’ll do it if you do it,” Mickey says and the two high five.

“Maybe Y/n can give you some pointers” Y/n’s dad suggested, glancing at her with a tilt of the head. “She’d be the best teacher here.” The Olympian smiles, offering a light shrug.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

Mickey and Nat nearly turned into school children right there, but where Nat was calm on the exterior, Mickey was unleashing his inner fanboy.

“If it’s not out of your way—.”

“Oh my God, to be trained by an Olympic gold medalist? Life goal complete.”

Y/n couldn’t help but giggle at the man, “That settles it then. I hope to see you on the slopes first thing tomorrow morning. How does ten sound?”

“Shit that means we get to sleep in,” Reuben said in relief, the others making the same expression. At Y/n’s confusion he adds, “we normally all get up at four in the morning. Ten o’clock is a dream.”

“I know what you mean—I get up at five for training. So I would definitely want you all to get a good night’s rest. Hours on the slopes will have you running to your bed,” checking her watch, Y/n lets out a yawn, chuckling when she finishes. “Speaking of running to bed, I am beat if you haven’t noticed.” She goes to shake their hand once more, “It was so nice meeting you all and I look forward to tomorrow. Pete, it was great seeing you again.”

Saying goodbye to the group and her parents, Y/n waves one last time and heads to the door. The entire short drive to her home, her mind wanders to Jake. A warm feeling she couldn’t describe boiled in her chest, not sure if it was a little crush or just that she was attracted to him. With his green eyes, sun kissed skin, blonde hair, and dazzling smile, the man was a looker. She definitely could see him being a charmer, maybe even a playboy.

She didn’t want to think about that possibility.

Compared to her snowboarding career, relationships were something Y/n didn’t have the best record with. Yeah she dated, shared a kiss or two with someone she was interested in, but she never saw someone more than five to six months. It wasn’t easy to balance time and energy for a partner. Snowboarding was her life and she permanently lived in Colorado. She stopped dating people in Aspen because they usually were driven by what Y/n could bring them. Relationships with fellow athletes were more difficult since they were dedicated to their sport just like she was to hers. The one time she did get involved with an athlete lasted less than two weeks.

Then you had the people in Hollywood. Since winning the silver in 2014, Y/n made plenty of friends in the film and movie industry. Anytime she was pictured with someone it sparked rumors. Even when they were with a group of friends it didn’t stop the gossip. Y/n did, however, get involved with an actor that was a friend of Dylan O’Brien. He introduced them at the 2017 Teen Choice Awards where they hit it off. It only lasted five months but it was enough to get the internet buzzing with excitement.

Since then Y/n hadn’t been serious with someone, focusing solely on training for the Beijing Olympics. As the defending Olympic champion in the halfpipe Y/n was determined to defend her title. There wouldn’t be any time for romance.

But that weekend left Y/n with a newfound feeling. One she wanted to keep the more she got to know Jake. Each night he was at the resort they’d meet at the lounge to have a drink, sometimes with a group, or by themselves. They’d catch each other in the mornings to get coffee, Y/n feeling the giddiness rise each time with every conversation. The boys caught on quickly what was happening, going as far to joke with Y/n about his history with women.

Her confidence dropped a bit, but Jake shut it down instantly, “I haven’t been with anyone in about a year. And I wouldn’t want something with you to be one and done, Y/n. I want to get to know you better and see where this goes.”

“Jake, how would this even work?” The two were sitting on one of the lounge couches the night before he was set to return to California. It was a good point to bring up. With him being in San Diego and her in Aspen, it would be difficult. “I like you and have enjoyed our time this weekend—a-and I’d love to see where this goes….but being with me isn’t easy.”

“Why’s that?” He asked, oblivious to her concern.

She gives him a knowing look, “Well first there’s the distance like I mentioned. But also I’m in a career where I prioritize that more than anything. I have to go out of the country for competitions several times a year,” her hand makes a motion to show emphasis. “This is where I train—and I don’t see myself leaving anytime soon. My goal is to make it to the Olympics again.”

Jake is quiet for a moment. It worries Y/n, thinking that he was going to get up and leave without another word. But then he gently places a hand on top of hers that was resting on her lap, “I admire and respect you for being honest with me. Not many people are like that—hell, Lord knows I wasn’t five years ago. But even though it may be difficult, I don’t want to avoid it just because of the ‘what if’s’. So it doesn’t work out, that’s okay, but I’d like to at least try.”

Biting her lip, she looks at their hands, “You sure?”

“I’m sure,” he smiles, “plus it gives me a reason to continue coming out here. I think I’ve fallen in love with this place,” glancing around the building, his smile gets bigger at the sight of the sun setting making the mountains look beautiful from where they were. “Being from Texas, we don’t get this type of scenery. I thought I wouldn’t like the snow but it seems to have grown on me in the few short days.”

“Well, Lieutenant, you’re gonna have to get used to it if you roll with me.”

“I think I can adapt well, darling.”

When the squad left the next morning, a little piece of Yn’s heart left with Jake. She didn’t believe in love at first sight but there was no denying the feelings swarming like butterflies each time they were together. FaceTimes became their thing. Usually a couple times a week with casual texting since both had busy lives. Jake then flew out a couple weeks later to spend New Year’s with Y/n, the two sharing their first kiss that sparked like the fireworks in the sky.

Y/n traveled to San Diego in February with Jake returning to Aspen in March. What was supposed to just be a weekend turned out to be Jake having to stay for nearly three months due to the world shutting down. The pandemic was something no one could’ve predicted. Both Y/n and Jake had to scramble to figure out what to do, her parents offering him a cabin to reside in since they had to close down the resort. The competitions Y/n was set to compete in were canceled, Jake having to work remotely with meetings through zoom. There was no indication if he’d have to return to San Diego and frankly he didn’t know how he would since airlines were shut down.

It was a blessing in disguise, however, because it brought the two closer. Jake and Y/n were able to do things together despite being confined to the resort. Since it was only them, her parents, and her coach on the premises, Y/n was able to still train and even taught Jake how to snowboard downhill. He told her about his career and what it was like being in the air competing against the speed of sound.

“It’s an adrenaline rush most of the time,” He explained one night as they laid by the fire, a random movie on the Tv mounted above the mantle. “You can probably relate when you do your runs. Not being able to really think and just let your body take over. Feeling a high that’s indescribable and praying it will end how you think it will.”

In the mornings Y/n would drop off breakfast and coffee to his cabin on her way to training. After his meetings he’d bring her lunch or dinner since she was practicing most hours in the day. The 2020 season was canceled, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t prepare for 2021. Athletes training for the Summer Olympics would have to wait a whole year, meanwhile the plans for the Winter Olympics in 2022 remained. Speculations already arose that by the next spring things would slowly go back to normal with the implementation of a vaccine. Jake returned to San Diego as soon as the green light was lit, mostly because the Navy was ordering him to. Airlines only allowed certain people to fly with regulations set to accommodate social distancing. It was a bittersweet goodbye for the couple, Jake promising to return as soon as he could.

Their relationship continued to be long distance for a long time. San Diego locked down several times preventing either from traveling to see each other. Y/n kept busy by training from sunrise to sunset, Jake running missions the Pentagon tasks the Dagger squad with and the two FaceTimed consistently. Luckily by spring of 2021 things did in fact calm down. A vaccine was introduced, both wasting no time to receive it, and making plans for Y/n to fly out to San Diego.

When she landed she was met with the clear skies and warm rays of the sun, catapulting into Jake’s awaiting arms after exiting the terminal. “I missed you so much!” She giggled as he spun her around.

“I missed you more, darling.”

Everyone welcomed her with smiles, the pilots excited to see Y/n again after so long. They took her to The Hard Deck to celebrate her and Jake’s one year anniversary and for her qualification in the 2021 Winter X Games.

“Excited to get back in the pipe, Y/n/n?” Reuben asked her.

“You bet your ass I am,” she clicks her beer glass with his. “Can’t wait for the world to see what I’ve been practicing.”

The squad cheered on Y/n from Fightertown during the Winter X Games, watching her claim the gold of the women’s Superpipe for the sixth time. Jake was the loudest, his reaction to her win captured by Rooster, “That’s my girl!!”

Flash forward to January 2022. The team rang the year in, Y/n joining festivities where she and Jake celebrated their third New Year’s before they all traveled North to Mammoth to watch Y/n compete in the Mammoth Grand Prix. The first completion of the year, it would be where the Beijing Olympic Team members were named.

By the end of the competition, Y/n was going to have to set an appointment with her tattoo artist to add Beijing to the list of Games.

“YEAHH!!!” The scream released, arms shot into the air as her name shot to the top of the leaderboard following her second run, the score a 96.00. On the ground Jake, her coach, parents, and friends were losing their minds. Rightfully so, they just witnessed Y/n make her third Olympic team.

“And there you have it folks, the defending Olympic champion in the halfpipe is heading to Beijing in her third Olympic appearance. Y/n L/n has shown greatness this whole weekend, proving herself as one of the best in the sport. There’s been so much improvement in her form—the Winter X Games this past year was the last time we’d seen her since the pandemic shut everything down, but that didn’t stop Y/n from getting ready for Beijing. She is unstoppable. It'll be an exciting Games next month, not just for the women’s competition—Shaun White will return to the stage for the fifth time in an attempt to defend his gold model.”

A celebratory party was in store for the Olympian. Champagne was popped and music blasting in the restaurant the members of Team USA rented together. All their friends and family were there having a grand time. Y/n and Shaun got pictures together, the internet calling them the king and queen of the halfpipe. Pretty much all of the dagger squad, minus Jake of course, were chatting up with the Olympians—Bob received a thumbs up from Y/n when she spotted him talking with Mikayla Shiffrin.

Halfway through the night, Jake pulled her aside, “How you feeling?”

“Good,” she breathed, still coming down from the high of excitement. “Excited, nervous, internally dreading the long flight but overall I’m happy.”

“I’m happy for you, darling,” he kissed her head, “You deserve this. After watching you bust your tail these past two years, I can’t describe how proud I am of you.”

Y/n felt a wave of love course threw her, kissing him softly as a thanks. When they pulled away Jake asked what was next to which she replied, “What do you mean?”

“Well…I hear Italy is hosting in four years.” She made a sound of ‘Ahh,’

“That’s what you mean.”

Jake quickly explains, “I just wanted to know if that’s in your sights. You’re gonna get asked plenty next month, so see it as me wanting to be the first to know……and because I’m already planning on being there if you do.” Unfortunately due to covid restrictions, Jake and her family are unable to attend the Games in person. Only her coach was allowed to travel with Y/n, meaning everyone else would have to cheer from home.

Italy wasn’t even on Y/n’s mind. After a career of over fifteen years and having celebrated her 30th birthday, the next chapter was something she thought about often. Jake was her longest relationship, the two at two years and Y/n fell more and more in love with him each day. While the long distance was going well, it would only be a matter of time before one of them would want to settle. Marriage. Children.

Going for a fourth Games was possible—look at Shaun. Beijing was his fifth Games, and Kelly Clark competed in five.

“Confident you’ll be around by then? 2026 is a long way from here,” teasing at first, Y/n felt her heart skip by the look she received. It was one of love, determination, and admiration.

“I’m confident in a lot of things, Y/n. And when it comes to us,” two fingertips come up to hold her chin steady, green eyes boring into hers. “I see a cabin with a front porch and gorgeous sunrise over the mountains as we drink coffee and reminisce over our glory days before the little ones left the nest. That’s what I see when I look at you.”

February 2026–Livigno, Italy: Final of the Women’s Halfpipe in the XXV Olympic Winter Games.

“So one last run, huh?” Jake squeezes Y/n’s hand, easing her nerves as she feels the metal of his wedding band on her skin. She had yet to put her gloves on, waiting for someone to escort her to the top of the slope.

“One last one,” her tone was laced with sadness, not doing much to mask her anxiety. She was one run away from winning a third conservative gold medal. Beijing was already four years ago, Y/n adding a second gold to her collection to retain her title as queen of the halfpipe. She was met with international recognition following the Games. Her performance in Beijing resulted in the first 100.00 scored in the Olympics.

On the cover of Sports Illustrated and winning big at the 2022 ESPY’s, Y/n was on top of the world. Appearances on James Corden and The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon Y/n not only showcased her gold medal, but a diamond ring on her finger where she told the world her love story with Jake.

“Hi, I’m Y/n L/n,” she waved at the camera, a MacBook in front of her and trying not to laugh at where Jake was sitting in his own chair beside the producer of GQ, videoing her with his phone. “Two-time Olympic gold medalist in the women’s halfpipe and I’m here with GQ, about to go undercover on the internet.” Opening the laptop, she shakes her head with a nervous grin. “This is gonna be interesting.”

Ironically enough, she chose the username Y/ndoesntlikethesnow. “I’m sorta scared at what Twitter and Reddit will bring. Just because….,” she makes a face, “I go on the bird app religiously so I know what that’s like, but also I’ve heard horror stories about Reddit.”

“I wanna know how @Y/nlikesthesnow managed to get up after planting face first in the snow at her first Olympic trials. On live television. If that was me I would’ve retired right then and there.”

The laugh that escaped Y/n was equivalent to a wheeze, sending Jake into his own laughter. Calming down, Y/n had to wipe her eye, “oh my goodness what a great start. Okay,” her fingers hovered over the keys, typing away with each word she spoke. “Thank you for bringing this memory up—it was truly a defining moment in my career I would say. Not only did it humble me, but had it not happened I probably wouldn’t have busted my butt as much as I did to get to Sochi. So it’s kinda sentimental now….though I do die inside each time someone tags me when they use the gif.”

Clicking send, Y/n clapped, “next!”

“Does Y/n L/n and her fiancé know they basically lived in a Hallmark movie? Guy comes to a small town and meets a local girl who’s family runs a ski resort and they fall in love in just a few short weeks. I think about that a lot.”

Both Y/n and Jake make a snort, “Jake is here with me now,” she points to though he can’t be seen. “We both love this question. And to answer it, you know it never crossed our mind that this was happening, but if Hallmark would like some inspiration for their next movie we’d be happy to give some.”

The wedding took place in fall of 2023. Shortly after Y/n made the decision to move to San Diego to be with Jake, finding an indoor halfpipe training facility to train in. She continued to dominate the 2023-2025 seasons. By the time she made her fourth Olympic team, Y/n became the most decorated female snowboarder in Winter X Games history and won the Mammoth Grand Prix for the sixth consecutive time.

Now in Italy for her final Olympic appearance, the pressure was on.

Currently Y/n was in last position, shocking many as she had multiple errors in her first two after being the number one qualifier. Eight years ago in Pyeongchang, her friend and former teammate Shaun White stunned the world when he went from the bottom to the top of the leaderboard in the final rotation of the men’s final, claiming his third gold medal.

People were itching to know if the same would happen to Y/n. Commentators and twitter alike saying it was deja vu happening.

Only Jake, the squad, her coach and family were the ones to know she would be retiring. Her last run marking the end of an era in snowboarding. With her first two a disaster, Y/n wanted to end on a high note.

“Better make it count,” Jake told her, cupping her face in his hands to stare deeply into her eyes. “You got this, okay? Don’t think about i-t-like I always tell you: don’t think, just do.” Kissing her forehead, he adds, “That gold medal is calling your name.”

Confidence filled her, Y/n lifting her chin high to show her determination. “I better go claim it then.”

Jake mirrored her grin, winking just as the volunteer was calling her name. “We’ll be cheering when you do, babe. Go show them who’s the Queen.” Giving one last kiss of support, Jake says goodbye to his wife, “I love you.”

“I love you,” she returns and he watches her leave before heading to the area where the others were waiting for him.

“How is she?” Javy asks him, adjusting the lapels of his coat. It was a cold but beautiful day in Italy. Perfect for snowboarding.

“I can tell she’s worried,” Jake takes out his binoculars, setting up to see Y/n take her place. “But she’ll pull through. She always does.”

“Welcome back to our coverage of the women’s halfpipe final here in Livigno, Italy. Y/n L/n, the defending two-time gold medalist is about to take her final run in this competition.” The title card appeared on the screen for viewers watching at home, reading: “Y/n L/n-Seresin—Gold Medalist: 2018 & 2022, Silver Medalist: 2014–Hometown: Aspen, Colorado, USA.

“It’s been a rocky day for L/n—failing to produce a big score on her first two attempts: 39.00 in the first and 49.00. She’s got one more chance to beat the 92.25 and is currently in last position. If you can think back to 2018 Shaun White was in the same position, managing to come back in his final run to take the gold. In just a few moments we shall see if Y/n can do the same.”

It’s said that your heart beats on average 60 to 100 beats per minute. That’s a normal heart rate. Throw in emotions such as anxiety and you’ll find it increasing. If a doctor were to place a stethoscope over Y/n’s chest as she secured the clasps of her snowboard, pulling the goggles over her eyes, they’d find the number of her bpm to be at least 110 maybe even 120.

“Don’t think,” Jake’s voice echoed in her head, bringing a sense of calmness. “Just do.”

“Don’t think,” she repeated under her breath. “Just do.” Maneuvering her board once she was giving the go, Y/n starts her decline into the halfpipe, dropping in one last time. Unlike her previous runs where she focused too hard that led to the mistakes, Y/n moved effortlessly like the board was in control. Back-to-back 1080s, her signature move. Getting high in the air she spun. Backside 900 and frontside 700. Opening at the right moment to hit the snow correctly and set up for the next trick. Showing off her talent as one of the greatest athletes of her generation.

Thinking back to her first time her feet touched a board, Y/n felt the nostalgia in her veins. It was comforting, masking the nerves it soon replaced. She was in her element. Picturing the mountains of Aspen and the snow she grew up on.

She could hear the crowd getting louder with each move. It fueled her, pushing the Olympian to get higher in the air, spin faster, and land perfectly. When she came down on her 1260, a difficult move usually seen in the men’s competition, Y/n felt her heart stop as she hit the snow.

It was a golden finish.

A roar ignited from the crowd, Y/n’s hands flying to her mouth, making her final descent down the pipe across the line and falling to her knees like she did back in 2018. It was so loud she could barely hear her own thoughts, audibly shouting, “Oh my God!” Desperately searching for her husband, she found Jake jumping up and down with the squad, screaming like their lives depended on it.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, Y/n throwing off her goggles and unclamping her board from her feet to run towards them. The fucking aviator broke the rules and hauled is ass over the barrier to meet her in the middle, catching Y/n when she jumped into his arms. “You fucking did it!!! You did it!!”

Suddenly their little hug was interrupted by her coach, parents, the squad and members of Team USA joining in. The score hadn’t even come in, but it didn’t matter. Y/n just pulled the comeback of the decade. Going from the bottom to the top in the blink of the eye.

“All eyes on Y/n—here she goes dropping in. Good start on the grip to gain momentum as she sets up her first trick. Here’s her signature move as we’ve seen time and time again…two 1080s often called ‘the cork’ and she’s had trouble all day with this—well no problems right there that was beautiful. Now with the backside 900….looking good—if she maintains this then the gold medal is hers. It’s gonna be that last trick, the McTwist, that could make or break this run…..no problems on that frontside 700. All there’s left is the 1260–very difficult we don’t see it in women’s halfpipe but Y/n is determined to land it—can she do it for the gold medal…..AND SHE’S GOT IT!! She landed it—oh my goodness that was incredible! That’s gotta be enough—there’s no doubt in my mind, Y/n L/n has just won her third consecutive gold in the women’s halfpipe after being in last place for two rotations—putting on a show stopping performance in the final run.”

“She knows it too. Members of Team USA and Y/n’s support team including her coach and husband are celebrating with her. She needs higher than a 92.25 to take the lead—will it be enough? It has to be…..A 99.75 SHE’S DONE IT! A QUARTER OF A POINT AWAY FROM PERFECTION, Y/N L/N HAS WON HER THIRD GOLD MEDAL IN THE WOMEN’S HALFPIPE HERE IN ITALY. THE QUEEN OF THE HALFPIPE REMAINS ON THE THRONE.”

Y/n’s lifted onto Jake’s shoulders when the score comes into the uproar of cheers around her. American flags wave in her face, a sea of red, white, and blue against the glistening snow. It was a scene she would remember in the years to come following her retirement from snowboarding.

The Olympic Rings staring back at her along with the American Flag rising to the sound of the national anthem. Gold around her neck, the heaviness leaving a lasting mark as it would be the last time she would be crowned the Olympic champion. Jake clapping with tears streaming down his face as she waved to him in the crowd. Her parents crying with him, the guys and Nat are whistling and jumping up and down. Pete in a side embrace with her coach and former teammates beaming like they were witnessing history.

In fact it was history. Y/n became the first woman to win the gold in three consecutive Olympic Games. From a little girl with a love of snowboarding who missed out in her first trials. To become a silver medalist and most decorated Winter X Games title holder. To a three-time Olympic champion.

She truly was the queen of the halfpipe.

………….

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Kuroshitsuji Musical ~ 寄宿学校の秘密 (Secrets of the Boarding School) 2024 ~ VERA’S REVIEW!

Yes you read that right! I’ve had the most fateful chance to watch the very first performance of the newest Kuromyu in Hyogo last Saturday, so I figured I’ll eternalize some of my best memories here.

Before we begin: the LIVE STREAMING is available for the LAST PERFORMANCE, September 29th 2024, HERE! For only 3800 yen, you’ll get to watch it live at home, or watch it later for up to 1 week (October 6th)! Apparently you need a Japanese VPN though, if anyone knows how to navigate the site, please do share.

A few disclaimers from me:

*Anti-shippers DNI. This post barely has any shipping content at all but I don’t like people who harass others over fictional preferences. I’m a shipper, I can’t help being biased for my OTPs.

**Since photos were prohibited in the venue, I’ve included stage pictures featured in official news websites or accounts.

***This is by no means a critical review but merely a fangirl’s ramblings, and I often drew comparisons to the original stage play Kuroshitsuji Musical: Secrets of the Boarding School (2021). For reference, I suggest you watch it first! I intentionally avoided rewatching the 2021 version close to the airing date though, so my memories may not be accurate. Also my Japanese is mediocre so I apologize if there were important dialogues I didn’t catch.

Introduction

I know, sorry for the dilly-dally intro. But I’d like to first stress that ever since I started following Kuroshitsuji in my first year of university (like 9 years ago now lmao), I’ve ALWAYS dreamed to watch the stage musical live in person. When 2024’s performance was announced immediately after the last episode of the anime, I was overjoyed to see that our old cast was coming back.

And it was fate that gave me the opportunity - my scheduled work program this year was set to be in Kyoto AND during September! Needless to say, I had the Kuromyu ticket bought and reserved first, before my confirmation with the Kyoto office or my visa and plane ticket. Priorities, right?

Quick remark on the ticket process: I hit a snag right in the beginning because the ticket reservation website Eplus required a Japanese phone number to sign up. I contacted multiple people (middle school friend whose brother used to work in Japan, another who was quarter-Japanese, several dealer websites with high rate exchanges), until I settled on my roommate’s friend from high school who was currently working there. Many thanks to her and my roommate for the help!

She took care of registration for me - even so the advance sales was a LOTTERY ticket! We fortunately got the lucky draw - I saw many Japanese fans on X who were not so lucky, while others bought in bulk to sell later. Then, I used the online barcode to exchange for a paper ticket when I arrived in Japan on September 1st. That’s when I get to know my seat number - 3rd floor, 2nd row B. A very far position from the stage, but it’s alright because we’re here for the atmosphere anyway!

The performances for the first 2 days were set in Hyogo Performing Arts Center, KOBELCO grand hall. I’ve honestly never been to any kind of music performance (or even concerts) in my life, so I was blown away by the sheer size of the venue.

By 10 AM, the audience was trickling in. I was in awe of the fact that you can tell who was coming in to watch kuromyu - beautiful women dressed in black-and-white tones, many even sporting gothic lolita bows and dresses to keep up with the Victorian England theme. In fact, it felt like the whole of Ikebukuro were gathered here in this very building!

We were ushered into the hall entrance at 11 AM and let me tell you, the crowd was suffocating! In front of the theater, there was a goods section for Kuromyu merch. I’m so glad I took the time to queue up because it seems some of the merch were starting to sell out by the second day. The booth clerk looked perplex to see a non-Japanese customer here though. Here’s how the line looked like, and this was still early before most of the audiences got in:

(We’re not supposed to take any photos but I saw the warning signs too late…Here’s a view from where I was sitting on the third floor.)

I realized then as we were settling in that some ladies around me had binoculars!! Well how was I supposed to know you could bring those here, instead of trying to find those fancy opera glasses!?! Ah well, I was lucky that I’d recently had my prescription glasses updated and the seat to my left was vacant, so I could lean in to see the center better.

The Performance

While it is true that you can barely see the actors’ faces from the balcony seats, it was the grandness of the performance itself that blew me away. For the first time I could see the stage in all its entirety, all the actors dancing in synchronization, and the special effects…oh it had improved A LOT from 3 years prior!

The stage sets for Weston may look a tad “crowded” in the still photo, as compared to the original where they used white backgrounds but in reality, it blended in so prettily with the flashing stage lights. The middle section was a rotating floor and one of my memorable scenes was where Ciel and Sebastian were discussing their plans while crossing the rotating stage, to give the illusion of “strolling across the school grounds.” Sounds like a simple trick but if looked amazing from above.

On to the story itself - the execution actually barely changed from the 2021 rendition, which for me, was a relief! Now I know, some would argue a rerun should add in different elements, because who would want to see the same thing twice right? From past experiences with Kuromyu, the reruns tend to be hit or miss - different actors, different song remixes, voice changes, and so on. For this performance, I could barely tell that the cast (apart from Ciel, Sebastian and Undertaker) were all new members. Everyone got into character flawlessly!

The story of course followed the entirety of the Public School Arc. The script and choreography was almost identical to the 2021 stage musical version. If you would remember, this Kuroshitsuji arc was the first to be portrayed on stage before the anime adaptation - same as previously, they seemed to take inspiration from the manga only rather than the anime.

Some key moments from the play:

The opening sequence was again a recap of the previous arcs - Jack the Ripper (Lycoris that Blazed the Earth), Book of Circus (Noah’s Ark Circus), Book of the Atlantic (Tango on the Campania). I’ve always loved this part because you could tell they slipped in iconic themes from the past musicals.

Perfect Black: the main theme, and my favorite from this stage! I’m so happy to have heard it live! *swoons* Thank god they didn’t do anything weird to remix it. The whole cast dancing together was beautiful! However I thought 2021 did it better with the dramatic light focus on Sebastian during the chorus drop.

Ciel’s Earl of Phantomhive outfit was changed from the glittery blue suit to a blue-green checkered coat this year. (I’d have bought his Earl photoshoot set if I knew it beforehand) Yana-sensei later tweeted that she was the one to re-design it, to better match Eito. Then Eito Konishi himself replied, saying he was honored to play as Ciel Phantomhive, to which Yana-sensei praised his singing and called him “Eito-bocchan” …boy was he fanboying hard over that. He’s one of us!!

Arrival at Weston: I don’t have a comment on the P4 in particular, they were all straightforward from the manga. I think I like Redmond’s character the most here, he looked very pretty with the side-ponytail and while he was a show-off still, he wasn’t as annoying or arrogant as I somehow expected.

A notable interaction: Violet forcing Greenhill to pose for him at the swan gazebo. Greenhill’s actor really looked strained trying to keep an upside down bridge pose (Edward was supporting his back, but kept getting distracted). When he broke the pose and got up, Violet hit him over the head with his sketchbook so hard that the thump echoed through the hall.

As for the Prefect’s Fags: Edward and Cheslock were giving off some suspiciously gay rivals-to-lovers vibes over here. Which I kinda vibed with, I hope they kept the energy into the Blue Cult Arc!

One important thing: they kept the ALL the Fag lines! Which in Japanese accent also kinda sounded like them repeatedly calling each other “Fućk”. Oh how I wish the anime had kept those!

Soma Asman Kadar: now this guy deserves an ovation just for himself. Not only did he kill the role, he was also the funniest! Soma’s song was greatly improved and lengthened with catchier music and dancing - when his troupe “arrived” at Weston, he even dragged Ciel and Clayton to join in. I can’t do it justice, you have GOT to see those two English gentlemen crack the Indian dance moves! His pestering of Maurice Cole was hilarious and he kept exasperating Ciel out of his character, their chemistry was wonderful. I really didn’t expect to get hooked by Soma in this arc out of all people! Too bad Agni wasn’t here.

Maurice Cole’s miniarc - Flawless. Sometimes I wonder if he was an easy character to play just because his character trait is so extremely over-the-top lol.

The library kabedon scene and sebaciel burning Purple House scene didn’t exist. Another scene cut off from the last musical was where Clayton and the Blue House kids were congratulating Ciel on his fag duties and Sebastian took the chance to blend in with them. Sadly that was one of my favorite adlibs.

Ciel’s dream sequence: this was originally in the 2021 musical. After a talk with Macmillain made him revisit his past trauma, Ciel “dreamed” of the cultists, and Sebastian’s close call with Undertaker in BotA. I actually forgot about this part when I watched it in theater - the highlight was sebaciel reenacting the scene in BotA where they reached for each other, the enactment surprisingly gave me the impression of Ciel’s “worry” over Sebastian’s “vulnerability” here. Unlike the 2021 version though, Undertaker didn’t pull Ciel into a bridal carry or referenced the R!Ciel wake-up scene as clearly.

The second half after the break was the long-awaited Cricket Match. Like the previous version, there was no scene of Ciel jumping into Master Michaelis’ arms, but I think they just couldn’t fit that one into the sequence. The cricket songs were mostly the same as the original - with an improvement being them cutting out Red House’s random beauty pageant contest. It actually felt like the cricket match went by faster this time, which was a win in my book. I’ve heard people complain of Kuromyu 2021 being a “Prince of Cricket” musical, hence the bad reviews back then.

The laxative meat pie scene was hilarious. From Sebastian faking it as a student complete with Red House’s uniform, to the team’s diarrhea horrors. Redmond stole the show again, as he was going to help Harcourt in the middle of the field, but tragedy struck which made him deadpan: “Oh. Someone get Harcourt.” Then immediately left the stage lol. The Blue House kids lifted Harcourt out.

The Green vs Purple house battle was the same as last time. I always felt bad to see Cheslock being the only Purple kid doing his best because without any support member cast while Violet was sitting in the grass. But this time, he gave Cheslock a tree sculpture of his bust as a good-job reward! Good for them.

Lastly Green vs Blue. They incorporated the rotating stage again in the last batting when Greenhill accidentally hit Ciel. The end of the match cut straight to the Thames Boat Ride, then they did the Blue House cheering scene after. Sebastian finally got to do his signature bridal carry, awww.

Midnight tea party: the setting was even more beautiful than last time. Undertaker letting his hair fall from his hat was iconic as usual. I was impressed with Master Agares’ fight scenes because his actor looked quite older than his 2021 predecessor. I always liked how they did Derrick Arden’s death in the musical, it felt more anguished from the P4 POV while in the anime, it just felt like a gruesome horror scene.

Final musical number was Ciel-Sebastian-Undertaker chorus during their fight in the garden. Music and choreography seemed to be similar, EXCEPT they somehow changed the iconic “Your life is my priority” scene!!! 2021’s version had me hold my breath as Sebastian had his arm possessively hooked around Ciel and took off his glove with his teeth (seriously, you have to see it yourself). This time they had Sebastian and Ciel reenact the scene on the highest stage instead of front and center, and I didn’t feel as much suspense nor was there any glove-removal from what I could see. It was also a weird placement because they were so far away, and Undertaker should’ve been the one on the top as he did his goodbye pose holding the moon.

We end the story with Sebastian recapping the aftermath with Weston’s students, and finally sebaciel’s conversation back at the manor. Again, Ciel reiterates that Sebastian is the only one who could never lie nor betray his trust. Perfect Black came on as an outro, and I got chills when Sebastian ended the last verse on a raised note!

The curtain call was the experience I’d waited for. Somehow I only realized just then that the actors would do the full call during their finale performance, which was what we got to see in the recordings! That day, after the cast bowed twice, the exit announcement immediately came on but guess what? The audience, including myself, kept clapping all the way through the announcement, it went for so long that the cast actually came out to take another bow! As they returned on stage, most of us also stood up for a standing ovation - according to twitter this doesn’t seem to be a regular occurrence outside of the finale. It felt like a truly wholesome “welcome back” for the troupe and for Kuromyu, especially after the rather harsh criticisms from the previous stage (due to major cast and style changes, even I took a while to bring myself to watch it) and the long break due to the COVID years.

Overall summary

Kuroshitsuji Musical 2024 was a faithful rerun of its predecessor. They succeeded with the musical numbers, new cast, overall adaptation of the story. The settings, props and special effects were wonderfully upgraded. The original cast carried the show: Eito Konishi’s singing felt greatly improved and I thought he carried himself as more mature than his last performance as Ciel. Sebastian’s Toshiki Tateishi had a mesmerizing voice the more I listened to him, he never went out of breath even while dancing or fighting - truly vocals fit for the troupe leader. Kandai Ueda did well as his own Undertaker too, even with Undertaker’s peculiar accent.

My few complaints: I felt like the P4 cast (bar Redmond) could do to have more distinction in their tones and movements. It felt hard to distinguish who was talking at times. The performance seemed to have a faster pacing this time around, and you get less absorbed in certain conversations between the characters, so I wished they’d added in slow scenes here and there. And of course I miss the signature sebaciel moments that I’ve mentioned - granted, this manga arc had always been my least favored because of the lack of sebaciel interactions anyway! So I’d say they did the best with the source material.

While I enjoyed seeing my favorite production performed live with the music blasting through my eardrums, it was the atmosphere that truly made the experience for me. Sitting in the 4-storeys grand hall full of some 2000 Kuroshitsuji fans really pulled me back in time, especially during the standing ovation. I’m so happy to see my favorite series so loved after all these years. I’m sure Yana-sensei could feel it too.

I wish a successful performance for the cast going forward to Tokyo, and hopeful for many more musicals to come!

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #musical #stage play #kuromyu 2024 #official art #public school arc #weston arc #secrets of the boarding school #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #sebaciel #vera things #I hope you enjoy the read!

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selfindulgentpixies · 9 months

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The hands that hold you chp 10.2: let me in/tell me how you hurt

Master list Oh my goodness I feel like i'm finally hitting my stride again and like i really do have my muse back for this story. It went into hiding a bit after the end of september but given time and encouragement from people reading my story I think we're back in action. These events follow Satoru's birthday by a few months. (i'll probably do one shot type snippets for other events that happen in the time in between like Suguru's birthday) but we're back to the main story! I really enjoyed writing this chapter if i'm honest. CW: Satoru gojo x reader x suguru geto, GN!reader (reader only uses they/them pronouns), reader is afab but it's not really a big thing this chapter, Reader is a foreigner who was adopted by Yaga, reader has a CT (it's plot relevant), Suguru is depressed and struggling. wc. 3.6k

“Sugu?”

Silence.

“Suguru?” You try again a note of pleading to your voice. “I know you’re in there… I recognize your cursed energy like it’s my own.” You rest your forehead against Suguru’s locked dorm room door. Hating how as the weeks had passed he’d begun to close himself off more. Satoru had become increasingly busy. Admittedly you’d all been getting more busy, but between his training and the increase in missions? It was hard to compare. And Suguru had been alone more and more while you’d been sent on missions with Nanami and Haibara since not only were they in your year but it turned out you worked well with them, especially well with Nanami.

“Suguru please don’t shut me out.. I’m getting worried about you. More than that I miss you.”

There's the sound of shifting cloth on the other side of the closed door followed by near silent footsteps before the click of a lock and the door sliding open. You let yourself fall against Suguru’s chest and wrap your arms tightly around his waist. He lets out a surprised exhale and wraps an arm around your shoulders while the other hangs limp at his side. “You’re such a clingy lil thing you know that?”

You snort before craning your neck to look at him. “Yeah. With you I am.”

Suguru’s dulled eyes flash with surprise as they meet your shining ones. You’re not looking at him but instead it feels as if you’re looking into him. He shouldn’t be surprised though… it was on some level why he was trying to avoid you. “You shouldn’t be. There are better people for you to spend your time with.” A better person, he doesn’t say.

You frown deeply at him and push him backwards further into the room. He allows it. Once you make the backs of his knees hit his bed he sits on it with a bounce. “Just stay here.”

“What am I a dog?”

“You’re stinky, that's what you are.”

Ignoring the little incredulous sound he makes you go to his door to close it before rummaging for clean clothes for him and tossing them onto the bed next to him. “I don’t suppose I can convince you to go take a shower? Even just rinse off?”

He wrinkles his nose and sighs and it’s the most energy you think he’s put into an expression in days.

“Please?” You cajole, walking over, placing your hands on his knees as you look at him. “I’ll dry and brush your hair after.”

The dull look he gives you tells you he’s far from convinced. Chewing at your lower lip you hope you won’t regret what you suggest next. “What if I wash your hair for you?”

Now that gets his attention and you feel your face heat up. “Don’t get any ideas! I just want to make sure you’re taken care of.” You glance away from him. “Normally you take really good care of yourself but lately you just haven’t been and i’m getting worried…” you trail off and then feel his arms hug around your middle and his head rest against your chest.

“’m sorry.” The words are muffled into the fabric of your shirt but you hear them clearly enough. You comb your fingers through his lank hair, catching on tangles and then working through them.

“You don’t gotta apologize. Just.. let’s get you cleaned up yeah? Why don’t you head down to the showers and i’ll meet you there.” You go to step back but he doesn’t release you.

“You know Yaga-sensei will expel me if he finds out.”

You snort. “As if we’ll be caught. Besides he’d be crazy to expel one of the best prodigies this school has ever had. “

“Parents are crazy.” He finally allows you to step back from him and you roll your eyes so he can see.

“Chances of anyone at all catching us are low. Now shoo. I’m gonna go get some stuff and i’ll meet you there.” and without waiting you leave the room. He wonders what you’re getting, wonders if he’ll get to see all of you since even with how much time you spent with him and Satoru you’d always been especially shy and they never push you. He sighs and gathers up the clothes you’d set out for him along with a towel.

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Suguru would be lying if he didn’t say he was at least a little disappointed when you show up to the showers already wearing a white bathrobe you clearly plan to keep on. You’re glancing everywhere but him even though he’s kept a towel slung over his hips as he sits on the tiled floor. There’s no way you could help him wash his hair if he were standing.

“You sure about this? You look like you’re gonna run away at any second,” and you can tell he’s teasing despite his tired tone by the little curl of his lips.

Huffing you finally look at him, focusing on his face while walking forward, your feet padding across the cool tiles. Suguru had turned on the water a little before you’d arrived so the floor warms slightly as you approach. He’s sitting just at the edge of the spray so you don’t have to get hit with more water than needed. Setting a familiar shower caddy on the floor you lower yourself to your knees at his side, uncaring of how the robe gets soaked where it touches the floor and where your shoulder is closest to the warm spray. You press against his shoulder. “Come on, lean back and get your hair wet.”

Suguru complies without complaint and leans back, soaking his hair. It’s a quiet process for a while after that. You working up a lather in his hair and washing away the grime that had settled there, which turns into slowly washing his neck and shoulders after you put conditioner in his hair. He lets you maneuver him however you need. It startles you when he finally does speak.

“You know Satoru will be awfully jealous when he finds out.” He glances back at you, his lips half quirked with amusement.

You scoff. “Don’t give him any ideas. I don’t want him going nearly a week without a proper shower.” It’s only kind of a joke.

“Was it really that long?” Suguru asks genuinely, causing you to frown.

“Yeah. This past week you’ve hardly even gone through the motions, Suguru..”

He doesn’t respond, seemingly lost in his head again. You finish washing his back before rising from your knees with a slight wince. You’re sure if you looked at them there would be impressions from the tiles pressed into the skin. “Rinse yourself off and I’ll meet you back in your room, yeah? I’ll blow dry your hair for you. You tuck a bit of conditioner soaked hair behind his ear, watching his face to make sure he’s heard you. His eyes focus on you. He nods and you wish you knew what exactly he was thinking.

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You’re laying in Suguru’s bed, dressed in a dry pair of pajamas when he gets back. He’s wearing the sweat pants and tshirt you’d picked out for him. His hair falls down his back soaking the fabric. He’s clean though and for that you’re glad. You sit up and swing your legs over the side of the bed, your legs spread for him to sit between. Everything you need to take care of his hair is already out. You smile at him warmly and make grabby hands at him.

Sighing but unable to stop a slight smile he walks over to sit in front of you. There’s not much room for talking over the sounds of the blow dryer but you think that’s okay. Suguru hasn’t been the most chatty anyway. But as you click off the blow dryer and run your finger through his soft and clean hair he surprises you.

“Why are you going to all this trouble? “ He doesn’t look at you but his voice is oddly tight.

Setting aside the blow dryer you wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your face into his hair, breathing in the scent of him. “Isn’t it obvious?” Your heart hammers in your chest and you don’t give him a chance to say anything. “I love you, that’s why.”

You both feel and hear his breath hitch, his hands come up to cover your own and he curls himself forward around your arms that you’ve wrapped around him. You’ve said it without words so many times over the months since you'd begun dating him and Satoru but never had you directly given voice to it until now. He doesn’t say it back now, but you know he does by the way his shoulders shake as he clings to your arms. You know he feels the same when you feel something warm and wet fall onto your arm.

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How. How was this possible? You stand in the Tomb of the Star, dazed and more than a little confused. How’d you get here? Why are you here? There are smears of blood on the ground and the stone work is cold beneath your feet. Stumbling back, panic thrums through your veins. Looking around frantically you call out. “S-suguru? Are you here?” Your voice comes out weak and small. You turn in a circle looking about the chamber, praying that you’d at least sense him or catch sight of one of his curses but there’s no sign of him here with you. Why are you here alone? You never wanted to be in this place again. You turn heel and head toward the exit. You feel sick as you go through what feels like endless corridors, all a blur, you fight to not look at the smear of blood outside the elevator Why hasn’t anyone cleaned anything up?

Stepping into the elevator, its slow rise feels like agony. The rattling of the metal cage grates against your nerves making you fingers twitch but once it stops… that’s so much worse. Everything is so quiet. Far too quiet as you step from the elevator to somehow find yourself somewhere that your brain struggles to process. Just outside the doors, despite the impossibility of it, is the crater Satoru had created that day months ago and it’s so much worse in it’s own way. The buzzing of thousands of flyheads is absent and yet the silence makes you feel sick, the only sound is your stumbling steps and ragged breathing as you make your way through the cracked earth and stone. Ignoring how you must scrape your hands and knees as you scramble up to the raised center of the crater. A stage to display one of your worst fears.

‘Satoru-’ you want to call out the name of the still figure but no sound passes your lips. You can’t seem to urge yourself to your feet and instead crawl to him. No this isn’t right. He shouldn’t still be here. When you reach him you pull your body close to his so you can hold his face. His normally vibrant eyes stare up at you blankly, dully, and missing all that spark you’ve come to treasure.

A shadow falls over you and a deep voice sends a nauseating spike of fear through you. “I told you it wouldn’t make a difference.”

When you shakily sit up to look you’re suddenly lifted by your hair, your arms refuse to listen to you despite you screaming at yourself to fight back and when your eyes roll to look at them they’re horrifyingly twisted. His fist crushes into your abdomen.

You let out a choked scream and when you hit the ground it cuts off as the air is forced from your lungs. Things are… sharper now as you flail in the dark realizing you're tangled up- tangled up in your blanket. Eventually chest heaving you free yourself from your fabric confines. You look at your shaking hands in the mostly dark room, the only light coming from the early spring moon outside your window. Your arms are whole now, of course they are.

You shakily get to your feet and grab for your phone. Looking at the time it’s a bit after 3am. Both far too late and too early for you to be awake. You stumble from your room, clad only in your pj’s and your blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you barely bother to close the door behind you. Cool air hits the tear tracks on your cheeks as you stumble toward Satoru’s room. Both Suguru and Satoru are supposed to be out on solo missions, Suguru having left early the previous morning and Satoru having left a few days ago. You’re not fully thinking as you stumble your way through the halls but you can’t bring yourself to stay in your lonely room. Satoru’s dead eyes keep flashing in your mind with each blink. Your lip wobbles as you reach his door and shove it open, glad that it’s unlocked as you stumble in and make your way to his unmade bed and only partially closing the door in your single minded focus. You crawl into it letting your own blanket fall to the floor as you curl up under his and bury your face into his pillow. Each panicked breath pulls him into your lungs.

It’s a far cry from the comfort of actually having him here but being able to breathe in his scent is enough to soothe your frayed nerves. As your breathing evens out and your muscles slowly relax, the world around you slowly fades. It’s with your face pressed into his pillow and wrapped up in his blanket that reality starts to force its way back in with the dip of the mattress and a hand resting on your head. You jerk awake, heart in your throat until your eyes settle blearily on Satoru. His glasses pushed up and holding his hair back while he looks at you with an achingly soft expression. Surprise creeps in when tears begin to well up in your eyes.

“Hey hey what’s with the tears?” As he asks you sit bolt upright to hug him. Pressing your teary face to his neck and wrapping your arms around his waist. His clothes and skin are still cool from the chilly spring night, the scent of crisp mountain air that surrounds the campus clinging to him. Beyond that though is all him. A scent of comfort you’d sought out by crawling into his bed, but it’s so much better when paired with the sounds of his breathing and the safe haven of his arms as he wraps you up tight. He rests his chin on your head. The two of you sit like that, him simply holding you and slowly warming up as he waits for you to calm down enough to tell him what’s going on. Normally if you’re to be found in one of their rooms it was Suguru’s since that’s usually where the three of you slept together and Suguru was admittedly at the school more than he was these days. When you finally pull your face from his neck with a sniffle he swipes a thumb over your cheek. “So is my crybaby gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

A small watery laugh from you makes him smile and lean in to press his lips to your forehead. It’s short lived though. You take in his beautiful, very much alive face, cheeks flushed and eyes bright but then when you blink his bloodied face flashes in your mind. You shake your head, biting at your lip. “I just…” How honest did you want to be?

Satoru’s smile fades as the two of you sit in the quiet of his room. “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“You being here is enough.” He doesn’t look convinced by your words and you relent. Thinking of how you’ve felt as Suguru’s been slowly closing you out. “I.. I dreamt about..” a deep breath. “I had a nightmare about.. About when I thought you’d died.” You look away from him only for him to suddenly cup your face in both his hands, tilting your face toward him as he rests his forehead against yours. All you can see now are his eyes, a mix of sparkling blues that you’d happily get lost in. His breath fans across your face before his lips, warm and so alive, press against your own. An affirmation. He breathes his own life into your lungs so there’s no denying that he’s here with you.

He deepens the kiss in a way he hasn’t before with you, that you’ve only caught him doing with Suguru before. He tips you back toward the bed, pressing you down into soft sheets before parting from you slowly. He goes to speak but his glasses finally slip off the top of his head and smack you in the face before he can stop them.

Both of you remain in place, stunned, until your shoulders begin to shake with quiet laughter. Picking up the offending eyewear you hold it out to him.. “I think these are yours.” You bite you lip trying to hold back a smile.

Satoru groans and lets his face fall to your neck. He doesn’t glance at you until he hears you place his glasses on the side table and then he feels your arms wrap around his shoulders. “See… I said you being here was enough.” You nuzzle your face against his hair.

He hums into your neck before falling to his side and cradling you against his chest. “I’m..” he sighs. “I’m sorry I’m not here more often.. I know i’m gone a lot and it’s been just you and Suguru dealing with stuff alone.”

“ ‘s not your fault… You’re needed in a lot of places… and besides that means you’re also dealing with things alone doesn’t it?”

He squeezes you tight for a moment. “ Don’t worry i’m one of the stron- “

You cut him off “That doesn’t matter. You’re still just a person.”

And he’s taken back to that night before everything went wrong. When you’d said those words to him before and you’d made him feel seen and he realized maybe you cared about him just as much as you cared for Suguru. He remains quiet as he holds you. The silence isn’t broken until you mumble against his chest. “Actually… I wanted to talk to you about Suguru..”

Satoru pulls back to look at you, showing that you have his full attention.

“If you can… I think he needs you. He doesn’t say it! But..” You trail off a little. “He hasn’t been doing well.”

Satoru’s eyes flick over your face, a worried crease forming between his eyebrows. “If he needs something I’m sure he’ll tell us-”

“He won’t. “

The sureness in your voice takes Satoru aback a little. “While you’ve been away on your latest mission he was barely eating and didn’t even shower or brush his hair for nearly a week. He was even avoiding me until I pleaded with him at his door to let me in… “ Satoru squeezes you. “He was barely eating and didn’t even shower until I convinced him to by saying I’d wash his hair for him.”

Satoru’s throat bobs. “Okay.. I’ll talk to him. I promise.”

“I’m sorry.”

He blinks at you. “Why are you apologizing?” His eyebrows vanish behind his bangs.

“Well… I acknowledged how busy you are and how much you have on your plate in one breath and then in the next asked for your help with Suguru- ow!” You hand flies up to your forehead that had just been flicked. “What was that for?” you pout.

“For being ridiculous that’s what. Remember what I said a couple minutes ago? ‘I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.’ That also means I want to know when things are wrong. With both you and Suguru. You’re both so stubborn, what’s it gonna take to get through to the two of you how important you are to me..” The last part is said quietly. “I’m gonna start telling those old bastards to back off a bit okay? I’ll find more time for you both…”

“ ‘toru…” Your chest feels tight.

His lips quirk into a smile bringing out his dimples. “Let me help okay?”

“Okay.” you return his smile.

“So… did you?”

You tilt your head to the side. “Did I what?”

“Help him shower I mean? “ He tugs a bit at the collar of your pajamas. “Did he get to see you naked first and without me?” He says with a little pout.

Your face flushes with heat and you smack his hand away. “Satoru!” a pause. “Yes and no. I helped him shower but I wore a robe the whole time.”

He seems mollified but then that pretty mouth of his opens again. “So you got to see him naked then?”

“Oh my god Satoru. Suguru was right when he said you’d be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous!” he says indignantly.

“You’re so jealous.”

“...Okay maybe a little.”

You smile and cup his face. “You know… I think you both forget.. Or maybe it’s because. Well maybe it’s because I’ve been so nervous to actually say it but i don’t think it’s fair to keep it in. But I love you, Satoru. I love you both.” You think of Suguru’s tears when you said it to him finally, and it’s such a contrast to Satoru. Because his face lights up like the stars in the sky, eyes shining and turning pink from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. His smile is dazzling, at least what you see of it is before his mouth crashes into yours.

Then with his lips still pressed to yours. “I love you too.” It startles you a bit to hear it back but then you’re grinning and pressing a toothy smile of your own against his lips.

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And that wraps up this chapter! Like I said at the start I enjoyed writing this one! The next chapter actually has a good chunk written that I just need to revise to reflect changes that i've made as I've been writing the story since i wrote it a while ago. We're sort of hitting the home stretch with this story because basically everything after this I've had planned since I decided to make this a series. A lot of it is outlined and written out and just needs to be properly fleshed out.

Special thanks to @strawberrystepmom for beta reading this for me. You guys have no idea how much she's helped with this fic with her assurances and support.

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myhauntedsalem · 30 days

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The Last Words of 30 Famous Serial Killers

Some killers have offered sincere apologies for the heinous offenses they committed. Others’ final words were filled with anger and resentment, while some seemed indifferent. A few of the most interesting final words are quizzically strange rantings.

What are the last words of some of the most famous serial slayers? The last words on this list come from the mouths of some of the most heinous, dangerous people in human history.

James French

“Hey, fellas! How about this for a headline for tomorrow’s paper? ‘French Fries.'” (August 10, 1966)

James French has the distinction of being the last person to be executed in Oklahoma, via electric chair

Carl Panzram

“Hurry up, you Hoosier bastard. I could kill 10 men while you’re fooling around.” (September 5, 1930)

Peter Kurten

“Tell me. After my head has been chopped off, will I still be able to hear, at least for a moment, the sound of my own blood gushing from the stump of my neck? That would be a pleasure to end all pleasures.” (July 2, 1931)

Peter Kurten, AKA “The Vampire of Dusseldorf,” drank the blood of at least one person.

John Wayne Gacy

Kiss My Ass (May 10, 1994)

Thomas J. Grasso

“I did not get my Spaghetti O’s. I got spaghetti. I want the press to know this.” (March 20, 1995)

Tom Ketchum

“I’ll be in Hell before you start breakfast, boys. Let her rip.” (April 26, 1901)

Jeffery Dahmer

“I don’t care if I live or die. Go ahead and kill me.” (Novemer 28, 1994)

H.H. Holmes

“Take your time. Don’t bungle it.” (May 7, 1896)

Dr. H.H. Holmes was one of the first American serial killers.

Albert Fish

“I don’t even know why I’m here.” (January 16, 1936)

In the 1920s, Albert Fish claimed that he had slain at least 100 children.

Ted Bundy

“I’d like you to give my love to my family and friends.” (January 24, 1989)

The exact number of women Ted Bundy offed or hurt in the 1970s is unknown, but some say the number is somewhere in the 100s.

Marcel Petiot

“Gentleman, I have one last piece of advice: Look away. This will not be pretty to see.” (May 25, 1946)

Petiot was a French doctor who was only found out when the remains of 23 people were found in his Parisian home during WW2.

Steven Timothy Judy

“I don’t hold any grudges. This is my doing. Sorry it happened.” (March 9, 1981)

Steven Judy slayed a woman and her three children in 1979.

William Bonin

“I would suggest that when a person has a thought of doing anything serious against the law, that before they did that they should go to a quiet place and think about it seriously.” (February 23, 1996)

William Bonin’s habit of dumping cadavers near freeways earned him the nickname Freeway Killer.

Amelia Dyer

“I have nothing to say.” (June 10, 1896)

Dyer is believed to have slain 400 children during a 20-year period in Victorian England.

Peter Manuel

“Turn up the radio and I’ll go quietly.” (July 11, 1958)

Manuel was an American-born Scottish man who is believed to have slain from nine to 18 people during the 1950s.

Francis Crowley

“You sons of bitches. Give love to Mother.” (January 21, 1932)

Francis Crowley went on a three-month spree that ended when he was sent to the electric chair.

Angel Maturino Resendiz

“I want to ask if it is in your heart to forgive me. You don’t have to. I know I allowed the Devil to rule my life. I just ask you to forgive me and ask the Lord to forgive me for allowing the devil to deceive me. I thank God for having patience in me. I don’t deserve to cause you pain. You do not deserve this. I deserve what I am getting.” (June 27, 2006)

Reséndiz left people’s cadavers near railroad tracks.

Fritz Haarmann

“I repent, but I do not fear death.” (April 15, 1925)

Fritz Haarmann of Germany, active in the years following WWI, became known as the Vampire of Hanover because he would bite through people’s throats.

Ned Kelly

“Such is life.” (November 11, 1880)

Ned Kelly was often considered a folk hero in Australia.

Donald Henry Gaskins

“I’ll let my lawyers talk for me. I’m ready to go.” (September 6, 1991)

Donald Henry Gaskins was known as the Meanest Man in America for slaying at least 100 people, most of them hitchhikers, from the 1950s to the 1980s.

Israel Keyes

“Okay, talk is over, words are placid and weak. Back it with action or it all comes off cheap. Watch close while I work now, feel the electric shock of my touch, open your trembling flower, or your petals I’ll crush.” (December 2, 2012)

Israel Keyes took his own life; the words are from his final note.

John George Haigh

In a letter to his girlfriend, Barbara: “It is difficult to say farewell under these circumstances, but you will understand that you will always be in my thoughts. You know I have been proud of our association: it has always been an honourable one. I shall remember your great kindness and devotion. Now I must leave you.” (August 10, 1949)

In the 1940s, John George Haigh dissolved six women’s cadavers in acid.

Kenneth McDuff

“I am ready to be released. Release me.” (November 17, 1998)

After his sentence was commuted in 1989, Kenneth McDuff killed again before being detained in 1992.

Carroll Cole

“It’s all right.” (December 6, 1985)

Carroll Cole possibly committed acts of cannibalism

Raymond Fernandez and Martha Beck

“I wanna shout it out; I love Martha! What do the public know about love?” – Raymond Fernandez (March 8, 1951)

“My story is a love story. But only those tortured by love can know what I mean […] Imprisonment in the Death House has only strengthened my feeling for Raymond….” – Martha Beck (March 8, 1951)

In the 1940s, Fernandez and Beck would place personal ads in newspapers with the intent of taking money from the women who replied.

Aileen Wuornos

“I’d just like to say I’m sailing with the rock, and I’ll be back like Independence Day, with Jesus, June 6th. Like the movie, big mother ship and all. I’ll be back.” (October 9, 2002)

From 1989 to 1990, Aileen Wuornos terminated seven men, with the excuse that each of them tried to rape her.

James Allen Red Dog

“I’m going home, babe.” (October 9, 2002)

James Allen Red Dog had been connected to at least five murders

Myra Hindley

According to the Catholic priest who gave Hindley last rites, “The last conversation she had before she died concerned her mother. She just expressed concern for her mother – but I will not say exactly what she said.” (November 15, 2002)

Hindley, with her lover Ian Brady, shocked 1960s England when they killed five children.

Earle Nelson

“I am innocent. I stand innocent before God and man. I forgive those who have wronged me and ask forgiveness of those I have injured. God have mercy!” (January 13, 1928)

During a two-year period in the mid-1920s, Earle Nelson felled 22 women, most of whom were landladies he approached about rooms they wanted to rent.

Sean Flanagan

“I love you.”

Sean Flanagan terminated two gay men in Nevada, claiming he was doing “good for… society.” (June 23, 1989)

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The Photoshoot-Part 42 The Date edition

Cillian Murphy

Series Master list 2014, 2015

A/N: I want to start this chapter by celebrating @peakyscillian for 1.5 k followers ! Congratulations dear Lau! I hope you get a lot more! ✨🎉💐 so I was inspired by your amazing dating series but I made my couple go on a date. ♥️

Especial notes: 1) You don’t have to follow the series to read this part, the only things you need to know is Cillian’s wife, Yael is a photographer, the story is set in September 2015, they met at a Photoshoot Cillian did at the end of filming S2 of Peaky Blinders and they are struggling with infertility at the moment, Cillian decides to take her on a special date as he needs to get in the skin of Tommy Shelby.

2) For this part I got the amazing help of two people who actually know about horses, my dear Cia (holacia2) & @notyour-valentine I can’t thank you both enough for all the input you shared with me -the one who knows nothing about horses- you made me imagine everything while writing, thank you for making this possible (you will find your names through the chapter as my way to thank you for your support) 🥰

Her whole body ached, specially her legs after that barre class. Cillian had convinced her it would be a good thing to go back to do the things she loved the most. It wasn’t easy for her, but at least she wanted to try, for him.

Taking her bottle of water, she took a big gulp, just as a voice called for her.

“Hello!”

Turning around, she found another woman smiling at her.

“Hey.”

“It’s good to see you back,” but looking at Yael’s puzzled look, she touched her arm, “oh! I’m sorry we never talked but we’re in the same class, I’m Liv.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Yael.”

“That’s such an unique name, never heard it before…”

Yael chuckled, the amount of times she had to write it down because people couldn’t understand it…

“I missed coming over, now I’ll feel so sore tomorrow.”

“No pain, no gain… or so they say.” Liv laughed. “I’m heading for a coffee, do you want to come?”

To her own surprise, Yael found herself nodding. There was something so charismatic about that woman, she had a light blood and nice energy around her.

“Sorry if I made a face before, I don’t have friends here, all the people I know is friend’s with my husband…” Yael apologized as they were waiting in the queue.

“No worries, we never talked before.” She mumbled while checking the menu. “Where are you from?”

“The UK.” Yael answered ordering the same coffee she always got. “Are you Irish?”

“Nope, I was born in the UK as well, but we moved over here since I was a toddler, so I’m basically another local.”

“That’s really nice.” She waited until Liv ordered to walk to a table. “Thanks for reaching out, all my close friends aren’t here… and I could use one right now.” Her eyes watered in a snap, her pain right there in the surface.

Liv reacted the only way she knew. “Oh darling, what’s the matter? We can sit outside the terrace is empty.”

“Sorry, I’m just all over the place.” Taking her sunglasses from her bag, she decided to hide beneath them. “God, what you must be thinking of me right now, how embarrassing.”

“Nothing bad, just that you need someone to listen.”

Liv moved back in her chair as their coffees arrived, and offered Yael a napkin.

“You know, I could use a friend too, but I’m too shy at the class because all of those ladies look me upside down.” She made a face and rolled her eyes. That made Yael chuckle.

“Most of them look like frustrated ballerinas.”

“But I mean it.” Liv looked at her, feeling like she was a good person. “Whatever is bothering you…”

The day was beautiful, Yael noticed, the sun up and bright, the terrace had big trees in front of it, surrounding the locals.

“I really appreciate your kindness, but it’s a little bit recent and the last thing I want to be thinking of is that. Maybe I’ll tell you another day.” She gave her new friend a try of a smile, it was just too personal to share. “Did I interrupt your reading?” Yael asked taking a look at the book poking out from Liv’s bag.

“Not at all, I always have a book with me, as I’ve to wait in the boring queue at school to pick up my kids.” She then went on to take a bite of the muffin, “Oh! This is so good, you should try it!”

Yale accepted one small bite and offered some of her own to Liv, but with that small detail she realized how Liv really was a good person, without knowing her, she was willing to share her food. She liked her already.

“I love reading as well, maybe we can exchange books or something.” Yael proposed.

“I’d love to do that! Let’s make this a regular, class, coffee and books.” Liv suggested with a huge smile.

And Yael couldn’t agree more, they spent some good time chatting about their lives, another things they enjoyed to do, their families… As they waved goodbye to go on their respective days she hugged Liv and thanked her one more time for her kindness, feeling like a nice friendship was starting, she felt so grateful for meeting someone like Liv.

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“So I was thinking, maybe I could invite her somewhere? A little dinner to celebrate Liv’s belated birthday?” Yael asked Cillian from the en-suite, running her eyes over the bottles of shampoo, body lotion and other toiletries they would need. “Love?”

Cillian’s eyes were lost in thoughts, sitting by the end of the bed.

“What? Yeah.” He shook his head a little.

“You’re not paying attention.”

Cillian scoffed. Busted. “You’re there talking in your underwear… how am I supposed to focus?”

Yael blushed, suddenly aware, feeling self conscious, she took the leggings she just bought from the shelf and then threw the fluffy sweater over her head, it was longer than a usual jumper, so it covered her bum perfectly, her dark curly hair was now dry, so she did a quick messy bun at the top of her head.

He loved to listen her talk about her activities, especially now about the new friend she just made, until now he didn’t think of how lonely Yael was, of course his family was close and that was such a relief for him, but it wasn’t the same, soon he would be gone for months to film the upcoming season of Peaky Blinders and having a friend close could make things easier for his wife.

“Are you sure these are fine? You said comfortable clothes…”

“That’s perfect.” He smiled, glad that she had been taking her barre classes constantly, listening to her little stories of her new friend, and the excitement over the secret date he had been planning.

Walking towards the bed, Yael left the things she was holding next to her weekend bag, then quietly made her way to sit on his lap, passing her arms around Cillian’s neck.

“Hi.”

His hands linked automatically around her waist. “Hey you.”

“I want to thank you for all the things you’ve done over the last days… I haven’t been on my best and-”

“You have nothing to thank me for.” He fixed his blue eyes on her features.

“I know, but really,” she tried to distract herself with the top button of his denim shirt, his lotion filling her senses. “You’ve been cooking most of the time, listened to my stupid fears over the treatment and I know I didn’t make it easy.”

She brought her lips to met his in a small peck.

“Without you and your support I wouldn’t be able to hold it together, I just want you to know I really appreciate the extra effort you’ve put to make things easier.”

Cillian’s fingers moved in slow circles over her jumper, he wanted to do more, do anything to take her pain away.

“I’d like to do a bit of thinking of our options, investigate more to make a decision of what’s the best road for us, both IVF and adoption are long and tired process and I don’t want to feel pressured.”

Cillian smiled pleased, she always dedicated a huge amount of time before making an important decision, she helped him be less impulsive, think of all the possible scenarios and outcomes.

“We’ll do this on your pace, take all the time you need.” He kissed her, feeling her worries melting away. Her lips telling him a lot more than words could.

“You’re seriously the best husband ever.”

He chuckled. “Ah, that’s because I’ve the best wife.”

“Does it means I’m your favorite?”

Cillian arched his eyebrows, “of course you’re my favorite wife!”

And they embraced each other in a tight hug, feeling some kind of weight was lifted from their shoulders, their journey wasn’t easy, but they got to face it together and that was exactly what they needed. Support, teamwork, union…

“Will you tell me of this secret plans you have?”

“Not yet.”

Yael looked at him with a pout.

“Just a little hint?”

Cillian groaned and made her stand up. “Fine, Tommy needs to come out from the wardrobe for the new season, I need to remove the dust from him.”

Yael squealed as she felt his hand sneak down her back, then to her bum to give her a squeeze and a wink.

“Are you going to tell me what will happen to him?”

But he was already shaking his head before she could finish. “No, you asked for a hint of the plans not the script.”

“Ah, I won’t tell nobody.”

Cillian stopped at the top of the stairs, holding the bag in one hand, bringing her close by the waist with the other. “You’ll have to ask Thomas Shelby.”

She was surprised by the sudden brummie accent, his deep voice making her purr internally, a tingle running up and down her body. But she still tried to get him to speak as they drove to his sister’s house, Yael was extremely excited for the small change, for getting out of the house since some days were harder than the others.

Scout didn’t pay them any attention as they walked out the door, he was busy chasing after Sienna, bumping the stuffed animals with his nose.

“Do you know why is he so mysterious?” Yael squinted her eyes at Orla, keeping her voice down.

“No, he never tells… once he took Evan to Aspen for snowboard lessons and didn’t say anything, until he saw Joseph Gordon-Levitt and freaked out.”

“I swear if he takes me to a shooting camp, I’ll come back walking.” She joked wondering if she could switch places with Orla’s husband.

Orla suppressed a laugh as her brother walked out of the bathroom.

“Enjoy the weekend.”

Over an hour later, Yael saw they were entering a huge ranch, it seemed like a private property full of big trees, a huge structure in the back.

“Where are we?” Her mouth was hanging open by the sight before her eyes.

“This is a horses sanctuary.” He smiled proudly, offering his hand to help her out of the car.

Before Yael had time to react, two women approached the car and as they got closer he greeted them.

“This is Val and this is Cia, let me introduce you to my wife, Yael.”

“It’s so nice to meet you!” Cia welcomed her in a short hug, followed by Val.

“I’m so glad you made the reservation.” She stated.

“When I started to prepare for my role in Peaky Blinders, I came here to take riding lessons, they showed me how to mount a horse, to caress them, well everything.”

“It’s nice to meet you, this is such an amazing surprise.”

Cillian took her hand while they walked around the property, they explained it was a business ran by a family and they were both in charge on the riding sessions.

“This is where we train the young horses we get.” Cia pointed to an big area protected by a tall fence.

“This is beautiful.” Yael breathed out, taking a look around she felt so much peace.

“Wait until you see the horses, that’s the real beauty of this place.” Val offered guiding them to the large stable.

Yael squeezed Cillian’s hand when they entered it, feeling so small in such a huge place, she kept looking everywhere like a child in a candy store.

“This is Thunder,” Cia pointed caressing the first horse. “That one is Sonny, he was born here on a sunny day that’s why his name, and that beauty over there is Star, Penny, is living here temporarily,” she touched every single horse on her way with such a love oozing, and the most impressive thing was they equally gave it back. “Oh, bless you Moose.” She chuckled as one of them sneezed.

“Badger, usually kicks in excitement don’t get scared” Val started to explain just as they hear a loud kick, the hit on the wood echoed and Yael jumped in surprise. “There it is, he’s like a kid with hyperactivity.”

“Where’s Toni?” Asked Cillian remembering the one he used to learn to get used to horses while preparing for his role.

“Oh he’s at another fascility right now, working with children with special needs.”

“I came here to learn how to ride for the series.” He explained to his wife. “They take such a good care of them here, help them heal if they’re sick and show them how to be gentle with people, I met a boy with Down Syndrome while riding and his father told me it helped him so much with his skills and self esteem.”

“Would you like to give them a snack?” Cia asked, barely holding her excitement.

Yael doubted and took a step back, she had never been around horses before.

“It’s alright baby, here, let me show you.” Cillian took the apple slices from Cia’s hand and showed her how to do it. “It’s just like a big dog.”

“Yeah like ten times bigger!” Yael replied with a nervous chuckle still unsure, would the horse bite her hand?

“I’ve been told they can feel our emotions, our fears…” He understood her reluctance, at the beginning he was scared of riding a horse too. Cillian started caressing the muzzle of the horse to show her nothing bad would happen.

“If you don’t want to touch him in the face, you can caress his neck, they are very gentle.” Val offered from the opposite side.

As Yael nodded, she moved automatically to walk around to the other side, to stand next to Val, but her husband caught her right on time.

“It’s the other way around love, you never should walk behind the horse, he could kick you.” He explained so tenderly guiding her by the shoulders.

Yael chuckled nervously, it made sense. After touching the horse with just her fingertips, she realized he was so soft, but firm, moments later, she had completely warmed up to Harrison, smiling up whenever he made a little sound or move his ears, an indication that he was enjoying the petting and attention.

Cillian stepped back, watching his wife taking in the horse, the sparkle in her eyes didn’t go unnoticed to him, he was relieved to see her happy, enjoying the moment, Yael even asked to give Harrison another snack and laughed loudly when his nose touched her hand, it had a funny texture. They showed her how to brush the horse’s hair, it was surprising they had so many tools and it was a way to show some love and respect for the animal, the most beautiful thing about that sanctuary was that, they didn’t do it for the money, they wanted people to understand and value the animals.

But when the horse looked into her eyes, something changed inside of her. It felt as if the horse knew her battle. It was an indescribable moment, she was lost for words.

“Shall we go for a little ride?” Cia proposed and then Cillian winked at his wife.

Yael looked at every single person around with panic written all over her face.

“I tell all the couples that this is the test of fire, if they can ride together, they can live together.” Val encouraged them.

“The look on her face is screaming she’s scared he will throw her.” Cia joked.

“I’ve never been on a horse, and he’s usually making jokes and pranks…” Yael tried to explain.

Cillian faked indignation. “I’d never do such a thing.”

Val and Cia laughed, every single man who said that, did exactly the opposite to his wife.

“Don’t worry, you can ride with us, Cillian can ride by himself.” That seemed to calm Yael, because she accepted the boots Cia offered.

But it wasn’t just like that, let’s go and ride, boom, you’re on the horse, no… they spent a good amount of time showing Yael how to get on the horse, she had a good pliability by her years practicing ballet, but taking the impulse and swing your leg to then land carefully on top of the horse was a completely different task. And she failed several times on the saddle they set up to practice, but she got the chance to learn to control her body as well.

“Alright, keep your back straight,” Cia instructed Yael once she was on the horse, she could tell Cillian’s wife was so tense by her posture, “relax, it can feel a bit weird at first, let the horse guide you.” Cia was sitting behind Yael, holding the reins while she was holding onto the hom tightly.

“Ready?” Asked Val, she would guide Harrison by foot, to help Yael feel more comfortable with the ride.

“Are you sure he’s not going to run?”

“Harrison is very good, he’s such a gentleman and you’ve got Cia to control the pace and moves, don’t worry I’ll guide him slowly too.”

“Baby, you’ll feel a little pull at first.” Cillian warned Yael from his own horse, he was past that initial scary moment now, but he knew it was all new to her.

“Oh my freaking God!” She expressed in a panicked tone as the horse started to move. “Why didn’t you invite Evan to do this?” Yael closed her eyes tightly.

Everyone laughed, both Cia and Val were used to reactions like this when it was someone’s first time riding, it depended on the trust and bond the person could build with the horse.

“Try to not press your legs so much.” Val pointed out.

And finally after a few seconds, Yael opened her eyes, it felt a bit strange, the position she was sitting on, the movement, the way everything looked with the back of the head of the horse so close… but when she looked to her right and found Cillian smiling at her riding close, there were no words. She knew she would do it all over again.

“Eyes on the road please, you’re making me nervous.” She admitted loud enough for him to listen.

But this time, Yael laughed with them, she had started to feel comfortable enough to caress the horse’s hair and neck -trying not to lean too far-, but she was past the shock now, Cia even showed her how to take the reins, giving Yael instructions on how to make the horse take a left and then a right, showing that she was in total control.

“Oh wow, the stable looks so tiny from here.” Yael stated, looking how far they had moved.

“Do you wanna go back now?” Cillian asked, stopping his horse right in front of the other.

She nodded and they started to ride back, Val had to go back earlier to attend other customers. The view was absolutely breathtaking… as they got down from the horses, Cia suggested them go to the picnic table a few meters away from them. She gave the couple a look as they walked away, hoping the details Cillian requested would work, perhaps she should propose the romantic idea to the owners.

Reaching the picnic table under the tree, Yael gasped surprised as she saw everything; the table set for two, lemonade, tea, a pie, a basket with fresh fruits… she was touched by his gesture, her heart could explode from all the love she felt for him.

“This is beautiful, thank you.” She brushed her lips against his.

Cillian sighed relieved that she liked his plans.

“Had to compensate for the scary moment of riding a horse.” He chuckled.

She offered him a bite of one of the sandwiches and Cillian took it, looking right into her eyes, a soft smile decorating his lips. Taking a sip of his lemonade, Yael brushed a small leave from his hair, a lot of things were on her mind, but right there, looking at Cillian with the sun kissing his skin, the wind moving his hair, he was all she could focus on.

They enjoyed the food, it had been a long day and they would be staying close for the rest of the weekend, more riding lessons waiting for them. He needed to get into the mindset of his character and riding a horse was a fundamental part of Tommy Shelby.

“I’ve been thinking on what Val said earlier… about riding together.”

That caught Cillian’s attention, he fixed his eyes on her.

Taking a deep breath, Yael took his hand, looking for comfort, trying to ease her nerves by his touch. “I’d like to go for a ride… with you.”

Cillian was taken by surprise, the last bite of his sandwich stuffed into his mouth, but he was on his feet in seconds, taking a couple of cookies in his hand he offered his free one to his wife.

“Let’s go before you change your mind.” He celebrated pulling her excitedly, she laughed because of his eagerness.

Moments later, they were riding a beautiful dark chocolate horse named Brownie, but Cillian took her on another route, enjoying the calmness, riding together, he sitting behind Yael, his arms around her waist taking the reins, her body pressed gently against his chest, now knowing what to expect from the movement of the horse, trusting Cillian totally to take her wherever he wanted to.

She didn’t know how long they have been riding, but it surely helped her to clear her mind and heart, without realizing soon they reached the beach and the atmosphere changed completely as the sun was starting to go down,reflecting beautifully against the sea gifting them a breathtaking sunset.

One of his hands sneaked around, to wrap around her stomach, his thumb running small circles over her sweater, Yael bit her lower lip lightly thinking of this beautiful moment with her husband, of how much she had learned of herself in the last hours about horses, about riding, about trust.

“I want to try, Cill either way… IVF or adoption, whatever it is, as long as I have you by my side.” She didn’t have anymore doubts left, everything he did for her that day had been cathartic.

Slowly, she turned her head around to look at him, finding so much love in his eyes, she saw him nodding, now that she said it out loud it felt easier, lighter.

“Thank you for today, thank you for this beautiful date.”

Cillian brought up the hand that was holding her to cup her cheek, leaning his head forward, he captured her lips in a tender kiss. The sun lighting her features, making her glow.

He would take her on a hundred more dates.

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Next part

A/N: Thank you for reading ☺️✨💐 I loved writing this part so much, I wanted them to have a moment of peace, romance, you already know it, your thoughts help me keep going and it’s the best payment I could get ✨

I read somewhere Cillian took a friend to do snowboarding while preparing for his role in Inception, I took inspiration from there too

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Hey Furubacord, I don't know how many of you still follow me or don't have me blocked, but I wanted to talk about what's happening from my POV.

In January, I made a comment about how hard it is living with my parents. Everyone dogpiled on me, said it was my fault bc I'm not doing enough to move out, I should leave the state, I should get another job, and then getting mad when I said I couldn't do those things since I had just gotten out of a depressive episode. They insinuated they'd been talking about how annoying it is when I talked about that for awhile (that and my love life) and I said something rude to them. So I immediately messaged every single person and apologized. I was told it was fine. I was told this would not ruin our friendship. This was a lie. For the next eleven months I was COMPLETELY IGNORED by one person, and barely spoken to at all by a few others. I noticed this but stayed in the discord bc I really like a lot of you and wanted to stay friends with the ones who didn't inexplicably hate me. In September I stopped interacting as much with the Discord, and finally by November I decided to leave. I made a post saying I was leaving, and that I'd like to stay friends with people, and then things just. Got so bad. People IMMEDIATELY started shit talking me in the group, calling me a "colonizer apologist" for reasons I don't get but am assuming it's because I dared to say Israelis shouldn't be murdered either. I woke up the next day to almost every single person in the Discord unfollowing me on all social media, and someone who I had spoken to the night before, who told me they wanted to stay friends, had blocked me. Nobody spoke to me about this. Nobody told me what was going on. I can only assume a bunch of yall have been talking in DMs about what a bad person I am for awhile, and you convinced each other to drop me. Do you know how much it hurts to lose like ten people at once? People who you thought you were close to? For reasons they never explained? Do you know what a blow to self esteem it is to realize that your friends have been talking shit about you for possibly months, and were just waiting for you to leave so they could officially drop you? Idk if you dropped me bc of what happened in January or bc you assume I'm anti Palestinian (which I never once said???? And was pretty clear about???????) but either way it was hurtful and honestly immature, especially in the case of the people who promised we would stay friends. Idk if this will get back to yall and even if it does you'll probably talk amongst yourselves about how right you were to leave me, what a pain I am, and how much better you are than me bc your activism looks a little bit different from mine. Do you feel better now? Now that I'm no longer annoying you with my personality or pissing you off for caring about dead Jews? Thanks for four entire years of what turned out to be a complete lie. The only reason I don't think I wasted my time there is because I still have a few friends in the server who I love dearly and who didn't randomly drop me (thanks you guys). I figured out I was nonbinary and a lesbian in this server. I met a few of you in person. I gave a lot of you advice. I thought of some of you as my younger siblings. But message received. I'm out of your lives now. Thanks for doing it in the worst way possible. Hope you feel great about yourselves. Bye ig.

#jaytp #happy one week since i discovered a bunch of my friends secretly hated me <3

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bloodyknucklesforme · 8 months

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How Can I Make it Okay? | Price & Nina

When Nina feels like she can't go home she goes to Price's.

TW: mentions of attempted SA

She hoped the rain would rinse the smell of smoke out of her clothes. She hoped he hadn’t moved since the last time she visited. She hoped he was in the country.

Her phone was off, she’d be inundated with calls and texts if it wasn’t. She trudged up to the front of the building, suitcase catching on the step. She’d been to London before but that was on school or family trips.

J.Price scribbled on a peeling sticker. She buzzed his flat.

“Who is it?” His voice was gruff and staticky. She’d made a mistake. She hadn’t escaped, only delayed the inevitable. She knew her father would still be raging when she returned.

“it’s..it’s nina. can i come in?”

The door unlocked with a loud buzz.

He was standing in the doorway as she got off the elevator.

“Suppose I have to call your mum back now,” he sighed, taking her suitcase from her. “She was worried to death about you.”

“I should have told her I wasn’t coming home. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me.” There was a set of sheets already laid on the couch. He pulled her into a hug. “Get dried off. Just finished making supper.”

He’d already set out towels in the bathroom for her. She pulled a jumper out of her suitcase and changed into it after drying her hair.

John was sitting at the dining table, two plates already laid out. He’d made roast chicken with asparagus and potatoes. She always liked his cooking.

“You going to me tell me why you’re here and not home?” He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. She shrugged, moving a potato around her plate. “You can stay the whole winter holiday if you want but I need something to tell your mum.”

“I failed my classes.”

“Did something happen?” His face softened, reaching across the table for her hand.

A lot had happened. She and Kyle had broken up at the beginning of Summer when he went to basic training. Her university was away from home and she’d always had trouble making friends. She’d always had trouble with boys except for Kyle. She’d missed him, wanted to feel like someone liked her again.

He sat behind her in Modern British Poets. He had a nice smile and always complimented her hair. They started dating by the end of September. It was before the end of October before it all ended. A night out to the pub, he’d helped her back to her room. He climbed on top of her, insidious whispers as he tried to stick his hands up her skirt. She shoved him off the bed.

“Fucking cunt.”

The next day all her friends were now his, maybe they were never her friends. Rumors about her cheating on him floated about. More cruel ones followed. That she’d cheated on Kyle last year, that she was sleeping with the professors to get good grades, she’d bought her way into the school.

She barely left her room. Staring up at the ceiling, ignoring texts from Kyle and calls from her mum. Her professor from Modern British Poets sent an email asking if she was okay. She didn’t want to sit in front of that boy again.

“No. I just…I don’t know. I don’t really like my school.”

“Can you transfer?” He rubbed his thumb across her knuckles.

“I just wasn’t planning on going back.”

“If that’s what you want.” He squeezed her hand. “I know your dad is hard to please but your mum would understand.”

“She wouldn’t.” She pulled her hand away. “She’s always on his side. Doesn’t matter what it is. It’s always him over me. I could be bleeding out and she’d apologize to him about ruining the carpet before she even looked at me. No one is ever on my side.”

“I am. I’m always on your side, love. I’ll talk to your mum for you.”

She embarrassedly wiped the tears from under her eyes. John got up and came around the table to hug her, rubbing her shoulders.

Why was it so hard? She tried to be a good person, she didn’t understand why she kept losing people she trusted. What was she doing wrong? She kept thinking back to that October night, maybe she should have just let him do what he wanted. She would still have friends. She wouldn’t have failed. She would be at home with her family and not crying against her dad’s old friend. Why was he the only one who cared? Was it selfish to want more? Her chest was tight and ached.

“When I was little the world felt so big and now it seems like it’s getting smaller and I feel like I’m gonna get crushed.”

“You’re okay, love. You can stay here as long as you need.” He rubbed the back of her head. “You’re safe with me.”

He got her ice cream once she stopped crying. Helped her make a bed on the couch. Watched a couple Doctor Who reruns.

“You’re too old to be tucked in, I’m guessing.” He chuckled as she crawled under the covers.

“If you want to, I can acquiesce.” John was always willing to do the things her father never did. He taught her how to ride a bike, took her fishing once, taught her how to drive. When a poem she wrote made it into a local literary magazine he bought two copies, one to keep and one to cut out and frame.

He smiled and tucked the blanket underneath the couch cushions.

“Get some sleep, love.” He kissed her forehead.

“Thank you… for everything.”

He ruffled her hair.

“If something ever happens you know you can tell me. I won’t be cross with you. We don’t have to tell your parents. I can handle it.” He said. He spoke like Atlas, holding the world up on his shoulders even if it was just for her. “What other people decide to do is never your fault, Nina.”

“I know.”

He nodded.

“I’ll call your mum in the morning. Goodnight, Nina.” He turned off the light.

"Goodnight, John." She replied and in a much softer voice, "I love you."

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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Get Me to the Church on Time Pt. 5

Series Summary: It's Dean and Julie's wedding day. What could go wrong?

Chapter Summary: Time for the honeymoon.

Series Warnings/Explicit 18+: Some show level violence, eventual smut, fluff, smidge of angst. Chapters will have individual warnings.

Chapter Warnings: Here be the smut! Unprotected PinV Sex, oral (f receiving) fingering, beginnings of a hand job, kind of semi-public sex, tiniest hint of a praise kink if you squint. Also lots of fluff.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x OFC (Julie)

Word Count: 2,762

**I sincerely apologize for putting this series up a second time. For some bizarro reason, Tumblr won't let me edit them, and they don't open properly when I click on them, it's being a giant pain, so I'm hoping if I repost them, I can change what I need and fix the problem. 🤞🏼🤞🏼**

A/N: Dean and Julie are back! Each part will vary between 500+ and 2000+ words. I will be releasing all the parts today, September 15th, as part of my 1K follower celebration! 😊💓

The parts will be released as follows:

Part 1 - 8:00 AM

Part 2 - 10:00 AM

Part 3 - 12:00 PM

Part 4 - 3:00 PM

Part 5 - 6:00 PM ||

*Times are all based on CST*

A/N 2: So, as I stated this mini-series is part of my 1K followers celebration. For the celebration I asked people to send in gif prompts, or requests for me to write, all of which would be posted on my birthday, which is TODAY! 🎉

I only ended up with 6 prompts/requests, so I thought I would mix the prompts in with my own ideas, and I decided to write this little mini-series as well as a (hopefully) special surprise for those who enjoyed Dean and Julie in Green is My Favorite Color.

At 7:00 PM, I will post my last fic for the celebration, the first chapter of my sequel series, I Will Find You in the Dark!

Hope you enjoy my contributions for the day! 😘😘

This will also fulfill my Writing Prompt: Write about a car ride.

Both beautiful text dividers, below and at the bottom, were created by @talesmaniac89. 💓 Title card was designed by me.

The group swarmed around them, pulling them apart and hugging and congratulating them both.

It was the best day of Julie's life, bar none. Within a few minutes, the pews in the church had been pushed aside to make room for dancing, celebrating, and the general idiocy typical of wedding receptions.

Like magical elves, Jody and Charlie produced delicious food and drinks, from out of nowhere, and Julie hugged them tightly.

"Thank you so much. I don't know what I would have done without you here." She gushed, incapable of keeping tears from her eyes. The three women shared more hugs and cheek kisses, before Dean found his way back to Julie's side and claimed her attention.

As they enjoyed the food and good company, most of the hunters who'd left, returned now that their duties were done, and a couple brought more friends to the party, so there was a decent group present to celebrate their marriage. The night was filled with laughter and music blaring over the PA.

At one point in the evening, Dean told Sam to find "Brown-Eyed Girl" by Van Morrison on his phone, and as the song started, he pulled Julie to her feet for their first dance.

Surprised and thrilled, she clung to Dean and laughed tearfully again, as the whole group joined in on the chorus. Towards the end of the song, others joined them on the makeshift dance floor, and with the focus off of them, Dean pulled Julie flush with his body and sang softly into her ear.

Making love in the green grass

Behind the stadium with you

My brown-eyed girl

You, my brown-eyed girl

The world seemed to narrow to just the two of them and Julie swore to never forget the perfection of this moment.

As the night wore on, the party slowed down, and everyone sat, just chatting in groups, occasionally someone's story would pull the attention of the whole group and they'd all listen in to tales of hunters' adventures. For everyone there, it was a peaceful, happy lull in their otherwise busy, dangerous lives, and they treasured it.

Julie spent most of the evening sitting in Dean's lap, cuddled into his chest with his arms wrapped loosely around her. He had his hands on her constantly, running his fingers through her long hair, or gliding up and down her arms, or squeezing her knee with his big callused hand.

Every touch was a tiny preview of what was to come; he warmed her skin everywhere his fingers pressed, and she relished the anticipation.

As the evening moved into night, the old church became chilly and Julie shivered from something more than just Dean's roaming hands.

Dean held her tighter. "Are you cold?" He asked, pulling his suit jacket from beside him on the pew and wrapping it around her shoulders. He'd long ago abandoned his coat and tie.

Julie nodded as she snuggled into the jacket and into him. "A little."

"Yep, there you go again," Dean teased, "stealing my jacket. Shoulda put that in the vows - 'I promise to always provide you with jackets'."

Julie laughed. "I can't help it, your jackets are cozier than mine." She inhaled deeply. "And they smell like you."

Dean's eyes darkened and he kissed the top of her head and then her lips, ever so gently.

In the deepest, most seductive voice Julie had ever heard, he pressed his lips to the shell of her ear and asked. "What do you say, Mrs Winchester, time to get outta here?"

Julie shivered and then looked up at him through her lashes. "What do you have in mind, Mr. Winchester?"

Dean bit into his bottom lip before speaking in a tone full of innuendo. "Wanna go for a ride?"

Julie answered with a wicked grin. "Well that is a very leading question, sir."

The "sir" brought on a low growl from Dean. "Mmm...yeah it is, and I know exactly where it's leading me."

Suddenly he sprang to his feet, tossing Julie over his shoulder like a sack of flour. She squealed loudly, holding down the back of her skirt, as the guests started laughing, having been jolted out of their quiet conversations.

Dean called out to the group. "'Okay, that's it - time for our honeymoon now so, adios!"

Julie squealed some more and laughed as she pounded his back, until Dean flipped her around so he was carrying her in a much more appropriate bridal style.

Everyone clamored around them, saying their goodbyes and more congratulations. The wedding party pulled out the salt rounds they had set aside for this moment and cracked them open, showering the departing couple with salt.

They were sent from the church with all good wishes and endless love from their friends and found family.

Dean put Julie in the passenger seat before climbing in to the driver's side. As soon as he was settled behind the wheel, however, he pulled Julie unceremoniously into his lap, making her gasp loudly. He started the car, and peeled out of the church parking lot.

Julie laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "This is so illegal and dangerous." She said without really caring.

With one hand on the wheel, Dean tucked Julie closer to his body. "Nah! Baby's a tank." He rubbed the wheel affectionately with his thumb. "She won't let anything hurt us."

They drove through the darkness, for over an hour, talking about the day, how awful the fight with the demons had been, but how wonderful everything had ended up. They laughed together and sang along to the radio when they liked the song. It was a fantastic start to their married life.

But finally Dean could no longer take the gentle torture of Julie all soft and eager in his arms, pressing kisses to his neck, her sweet, round ass bouncing against his hardening cock with every bump in the highway.

At the very next rest stop he came to, he pulled over to the little open area on the side of the highway, incredibly grateful to see they'd be alone. An audience wouldn't have stopped him, but this way they could leave discretion behind.

"What are we stopping for?" Julie asked, wide, brown eyes pretending innocence.

Dean turned off the ignition and lifted Julie so she was straddling him, knees on either side of his thighs, sinking into the soft leather seats. She balanced herself with her hands on his shoulders, and Dean's hands spanned her waist before running up her back.

"I thought I'd take you out of this pretty little, virginal, white dress." He said, voice husky with desire.

Julie affected a little pout. "Don't you like it?"

Dean moaned long and silky as he ran his rough hands up under the hem of the dress and over her bare thighs, before finding and squeezing the globes of her ass firmly.

"I like it...a lot." He said in between kissing the soft skin just above the neckline of her dress.

"But..." He slid his hand forward along the crease of her thigh until he found her ruined panties and pushed past them to slide two thick fingers inside her. "I know for a fact that the virginal white part is a lie."

She bunched his shirt up in her fists and threw her head back as he slowly pumped in and out of her. Her voice was high-pitched and breathless as she rode his hand. "Well, whose fault is that?"

Dean chuckled as he laid her down on the front seat and slid down the zipper on the side of her dress. "All mine, sweetheart. It's all mine."

He pulled the dress off and laid it gently in the back seat so it wouldn't be ruined. Then he slowly released the many small hooks along the front of the lacy, half corset thing she'd been wearing beneath the dress so she didn't need a bra.

She sighed with relief as the last hook popped the garment open. Dean tutted and shook his head as he saw the long, red lines the wired underthing had left on her pale skin.

He kissed all along the marks, his soft lips sliding across her skin and his tongue laving soothingly across the redness. He reached her right breast and captured her nipple in his teeth.

She moaned raggedly, pushing her hands into his hair. He then pulled the flesh of her breast between his plump lips, drawing deeply. He raised his hand and palmed her other breast, kneading it roughly before placing soft kisses along the valley of her breasts, trailing them down her torso.

"You're so perfect, Jules, so soft, so..." He reached the waistband of her panties and nipped her skin there. "You're just so fucking hot."

He yanked down her panties. "And I need to taste you so badly."

He pushed her legs open, one of them bracing against the floor of the car and the other bent over Dean's shoulder. He contorted his body slightly in the confines of the car, and lifted her hips towards him as though she was the most decadent meal.

He breathed in her scent deeply before burying his face in her heat, sucking and licking, and making her squirm against his hold, simultaneously desperate for more, while also trying to catch her breath and get a break from the blinding pleasure he was delivering.

But Dean held her tight against his mouth, refusing to give up the delicacy of her sweet and tangy juices. He nibbled lightly on her clit, running his teeth feather light over the hard nub and Julie reared up off the seat, digging her heel into his back in a bid to get closer to his mouth.

Dean gave her what she needed, dipping his tongue into her entrance a half dozen times before she screamed and came, shuddering wildly against his mouth.

Dean took her leg from over his shoulder and set it on the seat, as he moved up to lay over her. The air was cool, and her skin was covered in gooseflesh. Bracing himself on his elbow, Dean ran his right hand down Julie's body.

"Are you cold again, sweetheart?" Julie nodded, still breathless and fuzzy-headed.

Dean chuckled softly. "Well, you're laying on my jacket, so I'll have to warm you up another way." He said as he rose to his knees and stripped off his white button down.

Julie sighed with pleasure as she reached up to run her hands across the broad, thick muscles of his torso, her fingernails scraping softly through the light-colored trail of hair that dipped below his waistband.

She unbuckled his belt and undid the button on his pants, rubbing him through his underwear. Dean's breath caught in his throat and he put his hand on Julie's, curling her fingers tighter around his cock.

"Uhn, fuck." Dean groaned and Julie was encouraged to pull down his pants and underwear, letting his rock hard dick spring out. She gripped him in her hand and he was so thick she could barely close her fingers around him.

She pumped her hand up and down a few times, loving the silky, hot feel of his skin. She let go of him for a moment, dipping her fingers into the slick that pooled between her thighs and using her wetness as lubrication as she pumped him harder and faster.

Dean let out a groan that turned into a growl as she squeezed the head of his shaft and ran her thumb across his wet slit. He bucked hard into her hand before he grabbed her wrist to pull her hand away.

He moved over her again, pinning down the wrist he still held, above her head.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he whispered hot and rough against the side of her neck, "I wanna bury myself in you completely, come inside you so deep, and if you keep touching me, I'm just gonna spill all over your hand like a horny teenager."

Julie giggled breathlessly as he sucked on her pulse point and then trailed his fingertips back down her body, sinking two fingers into her cunt and scissoring her open, getting her ready for him.

She cried out in ecstasy as the rough pads of his fingers found her sweet spot and swept across it.

"Dean, oh god, please! Need it, please fuck!" She chanted nonsensically.

"What do you need, sweetheart, tell me?" Dean encouraged as he pressed harder on the spongey spot inside her, taking her to the edge before pulling back, and making her whimper with need.

"Please, you. Please." She said, arching her back, chasing his fingers.

But in spite of his straining, leaking cock, Dean wouldn't relent until she told him.

"Use your words, Jules, what do you need? Open your eyes and tell me."

Julie opened her eyes and looked at him and he almost came on the spot from the look of tortured bliss in her eyes.

Her voice was hoarse with wanting him. "I need you to fill me up, pound into me, pour into me." She reached down and dug her nails into his plump ass, pushing him towards her. "And I need it now. Fuck Dean! Now!" She demanded hooking both her legs around the back of his thighs and pushing again.

He grunted rough as he lined himself up at her entrance. "Good girl." He praised her before slamming into her in one long, hard stroke.

Julie groaned deliciously and Dean began flicking his tongue over her pert nipples and rubbing his middle finger in tight circles against her clit.

He slowed down his thrusts wanting to make the moment last as long as possible. It was their first time making love as a married couple and there was something magical about it to Dean. He'd never admit it, but watching Julie open her body to him, pull him in deep, seeing the intense pleasure sweep across her face made his chest tighten and moisture gather in his eyes.

She was just so beautiful. And she was his; she'd promised to be his forever.

He shifted his hand from where it gripped her wrist, and instead grabbed her hand, entwining his fingers with hers. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and rocked his hips against her.

With every thrust, his pelvic bone rubbed deliciously against her clit and Julie let out small sighs and groans, desperately kneading the muscles in his back with her free hand.

Dean gripped Julie's hand tightly, squeezing her fingers and groaning into her neck as she clenched around his cock, coming hard and scratching her nails down his back.

He slammed home with one more thrust before cursing loudly and spilling hot and deep inside her, her name repeating on his lips.

With his heart hammering hard against his ribs, he rolled them so that they faced each other. He tucked Julie up against the back of the seat, wrapping his leg over hers and pulling his jacket around her shoulders so she wouldn't get too cold, while he held her.

He wasn't ready to let go of her just yet.

He looked down at her face as her breathing slowed and saw her eyelashes were wet with tears.

"Jules?" He asked, wiping his thumb across her damp cheek.

She opened her eyes and caught his gaze, and the love pouring from her warm amber eyes humbled him completely. She reached her hand up and ran her fingertips along his brow bone, down over his nose, along the sensual curve of his lip.

"I'm good." She whispered. "I just love you so much, and I'm so happy."

Dean kissed her fingertips and then pulled them away so he could kiss first her eyelids and then her mouth. "Me too, Jules. I'm so good."

He kissed her again. "I love you." He whispered against her lips. "And that's never gonna change. No matter what's ahead of us, I need you to know that. I mean, know it in your soul."

Julie nodded and new tears fell. "I need you to know the same. I will always love you, and I'll always want to be your wife."

Dean smiled. "Even when I break my vow and throw my clothes on the floor?" He said teasingly to keep his own tears at bay.

Julie smiled warmly, aware of what he was doing. She kissed him chastely and wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"Even then. Always."

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msgrumpygills · 2 years

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Some Things - An Update

I’ve been trying to figure out how to word this post but when have I ever really planned things out here? I just blab and blab and hope it makes sense to you guys so I’ll do that now!

As you all know, I’ve been dealing with a lot of health issues. I’ve been dealing with them since September of 2021 (the physical ones, not the mental health ones) and it has been a ride. Appointments, adjustments to my every day life, and plenty of time to think, and I think I’ve finally figured out what to do with this blog. I’m not gonna delete, and I’m not leaving this blog but it will be different. I’ll explain!

In having time to think and time to put things into perspective, I’ve realized that there are some things that don’t deserve my energy and time. In the past few months I’ve realized that I just don’t care about the Pads, I don’t care about Jared’s rabid fanbase, I don’t care about Misha and his nonsense, I just don’t care. That sounds really harsh but it’s true - I can’t bring myself to even snark on anything because I just don’t care enough. Maybe they’ll change, maybe they won’t, but it’s not affecting me personally. I’m not going to apologize for anything I’ve posted here because they were my feelings at the time and some still are, but I do feel bad for spending all that time on things that weren’t worth my time. I want to put my time into focusing on the people and things that make me smile and bring me joy. It’s exhausting to focus and put energy on people who I don’t even like or care about. I don’t wish ill on them (never have) but I don’t want to support them you know? Like they can do them but over there, yeah?

So where does that leave this blog? I’ll still be here but I’m going to me turning this into a collective rant site. So do you guys have something or someone fandom related that you need to vent about? My inbox is open! I won’t be making original snark posts (unless something huge happens I suppose) but I’ll accept submissions and asks like before so you guys have a place to rant. Everything will of course still be anonymous if you’d like to be anonymous, but that’s up to you! I’ll also still be here to answer questions or chat about things because I love you grumps! I also have a personal blog on here too that if any of you would like to follow, you can message me and I’ll happily send you the link!

I know I’ve been saying this for weeks but I will be going through my inbox to get things cleared out so don’t mind the spam. Thank you guys for being so patient and so sweet this whole time and I hope you don’t mind the change of pace here.

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❤️💚Part 7/9💚❤️

Scarlett makes some decisions as she tries to heal. Are they good or is she set to fail once more?

Phil Baker belongs to the fabulous @flareshogwarts

Entering Diagon Alley when the majority of places were ready to close, Scarlett walked inside Phil’s wand shop, placing two cups on the counter “I’m not going to take up too much of your time. Unless you throw me out of course.” he didn’t say a thing, instead just walked towards the door to turn the sign around and the blinds down. Scarlett took her cup, extending the other to Phil, however he just shook his head, refusing it, barely looking at her as he tidied up around the shop, preparing everything he needed for the following day.

“I know you’re mad and you have every right to be, I said some nasty stuff, but I’m not going to apologize because it won’t make it any better.” She saw him scrunching his nose, but he still didn’t say anything as he took out some boxes, writing down some names on them, carefully checking his notes as to not make any errors “I’m leaving tomorrow.”

Phil placed the box and pen in his hands down, lifting his eyes to look at her, biting down on his lower lip before speaking “Figures.”

“I’ll still be in England, but I’ll be spending time with the girls. Thank you for that.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He averted his gaze, Scarlett smiling. If he wanted to play the tough guy act she would indulge him and not push forward. She figured it mustn’t have been easy for him, considering all she put him through, but despite of that, he still made sure at least people who she trusted would be there for her.

“I don’t think you and me being friends is a good thing Phil. I’m bad for you” she saw his expression changing, those pretty eyes of his widening in shock “but you deserve to know why I made certain decisions and why I’ll probably still continue to make them.” Walking behind the counter, she pulled a chair next to his, this time Scarlett probably being the most calm when talking about her past.

Seeing her shed tears was new to him, her opening up explaining to him as best she could why she tried to always keep him at arm’s length. Damaged goods she called herself, Phil’s shaking his head, pulling her in his arms, holding her close, not wanting to let her go, because he felt that the moment she would walk out that door, she would never look back. Because it was her style, because it was what she did. She ran as far away as she could.

Asking her to write to him, to text or call wouldn’t happen, especially since she kept repeating that they couldn’t be friends anymore.

If this was a movie or a book, it would have been the moment when she told him she wanted more, that she cared about him, liked him, maybe even loved him, but it wasn’t a movie. All he would be left with would be memories from their school years, their brief encounter after and that would be it.

And he knew it wasn’t fair to ask her to stay, to not go, that he could make it better, that he would fight, but when he started speaking, she placed a gentle hand against his mouth, hushing him “Don’t, don’t ask me to stay. I can’t. You found your place, maybe this is my turn.”

But what was he supposed to do with all the feelings he still held for her?

It was fair to let her go find herself, but it wasn’t fair for him to have to suffer again, to watch her leave once more. But he did, he had to. And once he was alone in the shop, he buried his face in his hands, an admission of love to the empty air leaving his lips.

By the end of summer Scarlett was grateful for her friends but she was also in need of some alone time. Which she took in the form of a trip, checking in with the girls as she promised. September found her all alone in Paris, enjoying a coffee as she pulled out of her bag the letters Phil wrote to her, her reading all of them, finally being ready to return as autumn was turning the leaves of the trees in intricate colors.

On the outskirts of London, a car drove in front of the King orphanage, several people exiting the establishment in a rush, however none drew their wands in case it was actually a Muggle that was lost. Exiting the car, Scarlett placed the sun glasses on top of her head, cocking a brow “I’m here to see Jonathan King.” She stated, frowning as she wondered what the pavement beneath her shoes might do to her high heels.

A man approached her, offering her a smile “He isn’t actually here, he’s at a concert in Europe. I’m his father so maybe I can help.”

“Good enough.” Offering him a check, the man’s eyes widened “Don’t ask, don’t care, take it.”

Clearing his throat, he spoke as she went to get back in her car “Unfortunately we cannot accept such a donation without knowing where the money came from and a few documents being signed. Perhaps you wish to see the children.”

Scoffing, she rolled her eyes “Can’t stand them. As for the check, my father left me the house, so I sold it. Good enough for you?” as they talked a woman approached them, her eyes glancing at Scarlett after reading the name on the check.

“Scarlett Tempest, I know you, Jonathan and you both attended Hogwarts, he told me about you.”

The smile offered did little to hinder Scarlett as she sighed “Great.” Suddenly huffing as something grabbed her leg. Looking down, a small girl hung to her leg, smiling wide at her, front upper teeth missing.

“How are you so pretty?”

Prying the child off her leg, she leaned in “I steal men’s souls.” Adding a smile at the end, the girl looking at her perplexed “Look” she added looking at Jonathan’s parents “I only came here to donate that money, if you don’t want it, I’m certain there are other places that won’t even second question the amount.”

As she tried to get in the car for the second time, the girl that used to be strapped to her leg pulled Scarlett’s hand “Do you want to see my ballet routine?”

Summoning all her patience, Scarlett looked down at her once more “Sure.” Cringing as the girl tried to perform a pirouette “Oh no dear, no no, that’s horrid, that’s not the proper way to do it. First off, the shoes are not what you use to dance ballet…”

Stopping her rant, Jonathan’s mother intervened “Do you dance ballet?”

“Used to.” She added abruptly, the child pulling at Scarlett’s hands once more asking for her to show her “I also don’t have the proper shoes, but.” Using her car for a modicum of support, Scarlett lifted her leg posing for the girl who clapped excited.

Taking the check from her husband’s hand, Jonathan’s mother approached Scarlett “How about we do something else?” giving the check back, she smiled “The kids would be thrilled to learn dancing. It can be anything really, so how about we hold back on the money donation but you donate a bit of your time, let’s say once a week?”

“I don’t like children.” Scarlett spoke looking at the orphanage.

“You don’t need to like them, you need to just teach them. After that if you still want to donate money then we can discuss it during a separate session.”

Looking down at the little girl that practically had stars in her eyes and could barely sit still as she waited on Scarlett’s answer, she finally sighed “Fine, once a week. Not like I have anything better to do with my life right? My music, my rules.”

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I posted 5,199 times in 2022

That's 2,652 more posts than 2021!

320 posts created (6%)

4,879 posts reblogged (94%)

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I tagged 434 of my posts in 2022

#purpleStrxnger - 312 posts

#stranger things - 140 posts

#mileven - 131 posts

#mike wheeler - 108 posts

#el hopper - 93 posts

#eleven - 85 posts

#purplestrxngerasks - 72 posts

#mileven headcanons - 49 posts

#mileven hc - 47 posts

#mike x eleven - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 126 characters

#i have unfinished hizzie fics i need to finish and post im so sorry to the hizzie people who requested/gave me ideas ajakaksjs

My Top Posts in 2022:

I honestly don't know why I decided to scroll through the Mike hate tag

I knew it would piss me off

I was just curious as to what they were saying about my boy

But, you know, it's all dumb shit

Saw a lot of people encouraging Jonathan to literally beat up Mike in season 5

Like okay, good to know you want Jon to go to jail and Will and Nancy and pretty much everybody to be absolutely pissed at him

I don't wanna rant too much but,,,

What's the point of so many byler shippers hating on Mike??? Like, "Oh my gosh, Mike is a complete oblivious asshole, he should go die in a hole but I really hope him and Will finally get together next season, HAHA" like what??? How does that make any sense to anybody??

Also a lot of people being like, "Oh, Mike and El are gonna breakup and then El's gonna see the "real" Mike for the first time because she no longer has him on a pedestal and she's gonna see how badly he treats Will and then she's gonna be totally pissed at him and hate him so much, lmao" like are you guys serious???

OH and some of my favorites are the ones saying that in season 5, they want literally everyone (yes, everyone. Even Joyce and Nancy and Will and El. Literally the entire main cast) to turn against Mike because they all "realize he's a major asshole who does and says nothing right and treats them all like shit" so therefore he apparently deserves no love from anyone ever

Oh, and don't even get me started on the amount of people claiming they want season 2 Mike back because "he was the best" and "he was the happiest" and "he treated everyone way better" and "he was so much nicer to Will", etc., etc.

If I see one more person claiming that season 2 was Mike's best/happiest season, I will not apologize for my resulting actions

So, anyways, that's the end of my little rant. In conclusion, I should really stop peeking at the Mike hate tags because they always do nothing but piss me off, so yeah, there's that

Have a good day all of my lovely followers and mutuals that I very much love and appreciate, hope you're doing great!!!! 💜💜💜

106 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

what if i write a story about steve and robin, the buckley twins, who share one brain cell, and their adventures of trying to seduce the badass reporter and the emo rocker, huh? then what?

114 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

Okay but

In st5, I NEED a scene between Mike and El where she's responding to his love confession speech and telling him that she does need him and want him and that she always will and that she loves him for exactly who he is, too

I mean, even if it's a flashback or it shows them talking and Mike says something kinda self-deprecating about his and El's relationship to which in response, El's like, "Remember what I told you in the van?" And Mike's just like, "...yeah, but I'm just saying-" and El's just like, "No, Mike. I mean it. I. Need. You. I promise. Okay?"

Like seriously, I need that acknowledgment, it's necessary, man. For the sake of Mike's sanity and self-worth, HE needs it

I mean, honestly, chances are that it DID happen, considering they spent 2 whole days cuddled up in the van together, but still, I want to see it!!! Please!!!

If it doesn't happen, imma write it out

I actually might write it out before season 5

Probably soon

I won't be able to resist, tbh

121 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

Okay, but

Why in hell are there so many people that continuously claim that El needs to be single in order to be independent and become the person she's meant to be? Single and independent are not synonyms. Independent does not mean alone. That's not how it works. They're not interchangeable. You don't need one in order to have the other.

No matter who you do and don't ship, my point still stands. There's so many people that have said it. And among those people, there's so many that claim she needs to be single in order to be herself, to be independent, and use that as their excuse for thinking El and Mike need to breakup, but then go and say that Mike and Will can get together afterwards. Or that El and Max can get together afterwards. If someone needs to be single in order to be independent, does that make everyone else who is in a relationship dependent? Not their own person? Hell no.

And I've also seen so many people claim that El takes after Mike. That Mike is always pushing his likes and interests on habits onto El. That he doesn't let her be her own person and that's what makes their relationship so "bad". That's what makes them have so many issues. Especially in season 3. But no, it's the opposite. They had so many issues in season 3 because El is independent. Because they are two different people. If El wasn't her own independent person, she wouldn't of gone to Max. She wouldn't of followed Max's lead and broken up with Mike. She wouldn't of gone on this whole journey of discovering new parts of herself and as well as exploring all of her relationships with people and then also returning to her relationship with Mike of her own free will and choice if she was not an independent person. If El was solely dependent on Mike and her personality and existence was based on Mike's specifically without her making any of her own choices, she would never have broken up with him in the first place. And in season 4, she wouldn't of argued with him so much.

Mike and El have their issues because they are both 2 different, very independent people who are also both very much teenagers and very much human. But everytime they've had an issue, they've worked through it, just like two people who are in a relationship and want to stay in that relationship do. Some people say that at the end of season 4, they're at their weakest point in their relationship. But no, it's the opposite, they're actually at their strongest. Why would it show them cuddled up together in the hospital while visiting Max if they were still having issues? It's been made plenty clear that if El is mad at Mike, she doesn't want to be around him, so she would definitely not be leaning against his shoulder and holding onto him if she was still upset with him, no matter what was going on around them at the time.

So I've said it before, I'm saying it now, and I will continue to say it in the future. Mike and El are both independent people, even while together. El does not need to breakup with Mike in order to be her own person or to be independent. That is not how it works. Mike and El can both be their own person while also being together. They both are their own person while being together. Just because that person isn't who you personally want them to be, doesn't mean that they aren't their own person or that they need to change some part of them or their life in order for things to be "solved". And El especially does not have to have some "I don't need a man" mentality and lifestyle in order to be her own, usual, badass and awesome self. She's already badass and independent and awesome and incredible and intelligent and unique whether she's in a relationship with Mike or not. Her relationship status does not decide her personality and character and it never has and it never will.

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My #1 post of 2022

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to know better

Tagged By: @buckywilsonbarnes Thank you for the tag!! 💜

Three Ships: Sambucky, IronWinter, Stuckony (Buct I'm a major multi-shipper so I ship almost everything 😂)

First Ever Ship: Dude, it was during my Twilight phase that I really started shipping so my first ever ship would be like,,, Bella/Jasper, lol

Last Song: Starving By Hailee Steinfeld

Last Movie: Fantastic Four (2012), it was my first time seeing any fantastic four movie, tbh

Currently Reading: Well non-fic-wise, I'm reading Midnight Sun by Stephanie Meyer and Alice by Christina Henry. Fic-wise, I'm currently reading a Sambucky fic called Carry On, Carry On by Fen_Telban on AO3, as well as The Flowers Tell A Story, a Stuckony fic by QJK13 on AO3

Currently Watching: Teen Wolf. I'm on Episode 8 of Season 2 at the moment!

Currently Consuming: Nothing, tbh

Currently Craving: A country fried steak from anywhere that makes one, omg. Literally my favorite meal, hands down. Luckily, we're going to Cracker Barrel for my birthday this month and they have one that's so good 😌

Tagging: @buckybeardreams @sergeantbbarnes @marvelsgirl616 @just-two-kids-from-brooklyn @ace-of-gay @breakablebarnes @peoplealwaysleave89 @olstansoul @we-are-n0t-d0ing-get-help @hallecarey1

You don't have to do it if you don't want!!! Just thought it would be fun 💜

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The metamorphosis of Byron Farm, by Gaby Asceyndez.

PS: To this day, this is still my most popular story in Spanish. I finished polishing it on September 26, 2020, after winning a Wattpad contest (with "The Shikumori Sisters", a long J-Horror story) as an invitation from the judges of "Horror Hour" to create an anthology Halloween with all the winners from these years. The theme was free, and I chose to delve, for the first time, into cosmic horror. A genre that I have written quite a bit about currently, to be honest. I love it! And, in fact, I recently published a sentence from a longer story (that I wrote and published in 2021) that belongs to that genre, and I saw that it was quite liked. So today I continue with an "experiment" that I left halfway after seeing the little interest in the second story that I translated and published here (The day evil escaped a god). Since it takes me a while to translate it as I think it should (since I am not an English expert and I apologize in advance for possible errors)

I hope you enjoy it, though!

Georgine Valley was one of those towns that, no matter how much you looked for them on the map, seemed no less than a speck of dust between towns like St. Mary Castle, which had (and has) those huge Christmas parades, or Beach Sand, with its coasts full of satisfied tourists after a Fourth of July. Geevalley, as children then knew it, only had Halloween. And even that didn't make it stand out at all. The residents spent the year's savings on pumpkins to carve by hand, on skeletons that they then dressed as scarecrows and placed next to their mailboxes, on fake spiders and dead plastic mice. The stranger's mother used to buy lights disguised as mummified eyes, so penetrating that, when you passed in front of the house, they had the ability to make you believe that they followed you wherever you walked. It was, without a doubt, her favorite party. But since old Dankworth began spreading the story of the Byron farm, things got worse, and not even the lifelong settlers wanted to stay in Georgine Valley.

Old Dankworth lived in one of the houses on the hill. Pogo, a skinny, albino greyhound who kept jumping from here to there, was the only one who kept him company. He had never married, nor was it ever known if he had had children. He was a hermit, whose human contact was limited to a few members of the community. Those who were children at that time were strictly prohibited from approaching him. In Georgine Valley, there were always bad rumors about antisocial people… Who would have thought that he would later become such an outgoing drunk?

"Boy, do you know what happened to the Byron farm?", he emembers he's saying to anyone he caught off guard, half hidden in a dark corner, with the bottle of Conecuh Ridge always half empty. "I'll tell you what happened to the Byron farm, yes, I'll tell you… Something so horrible you won't believe it."

Out in the hills—perhaps largely thanks to old Dankworth—the Byrons were much better known than their own farm. Marthaline, the matriarch, ran a chicken business her father had started, which she called matchless and had a name as cartoonish as Filemon Genoese Byron. Attractive and charismatic, anyone would think he had been fathered by the monstrous Danylo and Dorotheus: twins joined by a single trunk, robust, bald, small-eyed men who gutted animals for fun in their free time, and whose father (the sickly Casimir) he had died long before seeing them born to a hypochondriac mother. Although, perhaps of all of them, the most notable was Arseny. A 19th century slacker, he was Geevalley's best fool and had acquired the farm for the small price of an old cow and a couple of sick sheep.

People far from the hills were always suspicious that the previous owners so easily accepted the proposals of that capricious one. And the consequences that plagued the Byrons—much later—ended up proving their doubts right: the delicate health of their firstborn, the arrival into the world of a body with two macabre heads and a long list of dead children; also the rotting of the matchless one's teeth at fifty-something, which made it almost impossible to look at his face and, finally, the terrible vision that drove old Dankworth crazy and ended, inexplicably, the lineage of that place.

Although neither he nor his family knew the Byrons, beyond the gossip whispered by the neighbors (that Marthaline was a black widow, that her three children had a voracious appetite, that Americus, the youngest of the house, was a witch and spiritualist from a plane other than the purely paranormal, and if this, and if that…), what was discovered later has not allowed him to forget them from his memory.

Sometimes, the stranger dreams of them, just as he imagined them in his childish mind, and they pursue him, and torment him, asking for help in the flesh, under the shadow of some place unimaginable for our limits.

As expected, Dankworth had a lot to do with that fatal discovery. "First, they told me to bury that. And then strange things kept happening to them… Lenise called me almost every day, terrified and crying her eyes out, like when the cold in the house was so unbearable that they could barely stay inside. Or when the sound of the walls got so loud that their ears rang for hours. They said it was like someone ran their teeth across the surface of the wood, night after night and with the strength of a mastodon, yes, with the strength of a god… I knew we should have burned it. Fire is always safe, but Marthaline hated fire," he explained it to strangers who, sooner or later, stopped coming to town under the influence of her stories. And then to the residents themselves, who were tired of having fear put into their bodies. None of them stayed too long listening to a mad man speak. However, the stranger, who had always overheard Dankworth's delusions—as opposed to the strict rules of adults—did not miss the opportunity to satisfy his curiosity as soon as the old man approached him. In those days, he was almost seventeen years old and he was a wiry teenager and waiting for the bus. Dankworth, on the other hand, had the look of a decrepit sick man, of someone who struggled to stay on his feet morning and night… it was sad to see him. He no longer even had the whiskey with him. But the stranger did not speak, he only listened to what he had to tell him, praying that he would not die right there and sometimes even holding his breath.

"Have I ever told you what happened to the Byron farm?", Old Dankworth asked him, sitting on the ground, on the edge of the road, without even waiting for an answer. “Well, I'll explain it to you, yes, yes, yes… Pogo was also a witness. But, of course, dogs can't talk to people… especially dead dogs…".

Rumors ruled that nothing but old age killed Pogo. However, he remembers that the old man sobbed as if what happened to the Byrons was to blame for it. Then he continued:

"What I'm going to tell you, everyone already knows, and it's crazy, very crazy… But I saw it. It was real, and it will kill me like he killed my Pogo… Death comes in many ways, and it is not exactly instantaneous."

"That morning was Halloween, our beloved Halloween. And while you, the naive ones from the lower part, were preparing for the best of the year, for your night of witches and candy, and you had breakfast happy and charming, like in those stupid advertisements… I got another call from Lenise. The last call, yes, the last… Do you know who Lenise was? Lenise was a Byron, the middle child, and she was yelling at me; she heard yelling everywhere around her for the phone. "Dan, Dan, help us, something is happening in the house! Something very strange is happening here!". Americus, the youngest, joined the horror fest with calls for help, while his brother Hartdan, who was the oldest, said: "What is that coming out of there!? What is that!?" Even Pogo was on alert! Jumping uncontrollably from side to side…"

"If you're wondering what I did, I did what I had to do: I urged her to calm down (even though I didn't succeed), hung up and drove there in a truck. I still had (and still have) the screams in my head… They reminded me (and they remind me) of when the pigs go to the slaughterhouse, and they know very well that they are going to die, and that they can't do anything to avoid it… Pogo accompanied me, perched on the seat next to him and barking—with increasing force—into the distance. Yes, that happened, yes, yes, yes… He already knew it. It is noted that animals are smarter than people."

“It took me about half an hour to get there. Not only because it was one of those places far from everything and everyone, whose only company was themselves and their chickens, but because, although I accelerated to the maximum, my truck was not capable of much more. My truck was too old, and I was also too old… and I'm too old now."

"As soon as I appeared in front of what should be a normal and ordinary house (with its shed with firewood, with its a shed with chickens and its happy family, despite what we know…), Pogo stopped barking and he hid under the seat, curled up in terror. I wished I were a dog, so I could do the same. But I just hit the brakes and stared at the impossible: there was the source of the midnight calls, of the screams that followed resonating somewhere as if they were being reproduced through very powerful speakers within that entity that, of course, was no longer a farm, nor a motionless thing…".

"Holy cow," I remember whispering, as open-mouthed as I've ever been. The house had merged with its surroundings: worms protruded from it, red, huge like leeches, and with pieces of chickens trapped in their deformed mass. The chickens were in unbearable pain: their eyes were bulging, and they were screaming at the top of their lungs, stained with slime and raw flesh. It looked like their skins had been accidentally turned inside out… And the worst was not even that: the Byron farm was standing on two newly formed legs, pretending to be a scavenger animal, and trying to stand on its own to at any moment (surely) run towards me…".

"Help!", said (what I assumed was) Marthaline from the molten interior, from which the creature was spitting and spitting out an orange paste, as if it couldn't stop vomiting. The house was transforming into something she had never seen before, with the windows being her eyes, the door being her mouth, and the rest of it being her body. It was disgusting… And when the Byron farm took a false step, almost making the ground shake, and stared at me, with that light so red and intense that it left anyone blind, instead of speeding up I imagined the end. And I peed on myself. Pogo, accompanying me in the feeling, began to howl.".

"I'm going to die, we're all going to die, this is the end…" I thought, gripping my hands on the wheel. However, inexplicably, the thing left us off its list. He grimaced, the wood creaking, and began to waste away before us, yes, yes, yes: his legs were sucked up and disappeared; first one and then the other, quickly… The horror of those inside increased in terrifying screams. The chickens became even more attached to the worms, to the dough, to the house… All living proof that a farm called Byron existed in Georgine Valley disappeared into thin air. And then all I could do was scream."

"The grass hasn't grown there since. And I'm sure that what we buried, what came from I don't know where, was to blame for what happened to the Byron's… If you want, I'll tell you. They found him dead near the house. He had crawled there from the forest, badly injured, leaving a trail of dried blood in his wake. It was repulsive. And between the five of us, we buried him underground."

"You know, boy, sometimes I dream about them: they are alive, I know it, and they are afraid, very afraid…, as much as I can be when I tell this. Someday that will come back and destroy everything. I think that's what they want to tell me… But he won't catch me, no, no, no…, not me…"

The stranger kept in his memory that image of Dankworth: that of an old man on the verge of fainting, with his gaze fixed on the asphalt and his hair torn out in rage; distant from the figure of a madman, but not so much from that of a sunk person.

From afar, he saw the bus arrive. He parked in front of them and, when he entered, the stranger felt curiosity burrowing under his skin. In the end, hearing the story only made everything worse.

A few days before a new and spooky Halloween, old Dankworth fulfilled his promise in the middle of the square, with the spectators (mostly children accompanied by worried parents) scandalized by the tragedy: he did it with an old and deviated shotgun that pierced his cheek. Nothing elegant. It was from that moment that the stranger began to have those dreams that were not dreams, but nightmares. These forced him to continue investigating what the old man had said before his death.

He took the only and essential time to decide what to do. And he convinced a friend to accompany him.

If Dankworth thought his home was far from what had once been Byron Farm, he had no idea what it was like to climb mountains of roads, driving around and around in despair and asking the few inhabitants of upper Geevalley where that place was.

"Are you sure this is it? It's been years since that, people probably don't even know where it is anymore, and they're lying to you," his friend questioned every time he turned the wheel, with that skeptical face that made him even more nervous. But he stood his ground, as old Dankworth had once done, until the grassless ground lay before him. Scorched by the sun, just as the legends said. He almost jumped out of the car with excitement! There, there the Byrons had sent him, there was the end of his curiosity! His friend warned him not to fall into the distance, but he could only see that ground where he could run and dig… The stranger jumped for joy, just as Pogo would have done if he were still alive. Finally, he was going to get rid of that terrible intrigue! However, something tripped him, and he fell face first onto the barren ground.

"You'll be clumsy!" his friend shouted, still inside the car. He did not come out to help him even when he began to scream in terror: he had fallen into a damp, oval hole, in which some living being had once lain… However, now it was gone and a trail of dried blood guided him to the deepest part of the forest, where the breeze continued to blow…

He still dreams today.

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I have nothing I post right now so here! Have some journal entry’s by Lincoln Rowley from the book linked im doing for a school project!!💟💟

Tw: mentions of swastikas, the holocaust and stuff of that nature so if any of that makes you uncomfortable DNI

ALL MADE UP BTW NONE OF THIS HAS ACTUALLY HAPPENED IN REAL LIFE!!

Monday, September 20th 2021

Ever since I drew that first swastika, we’ve had to suffer through some stupid tolerance education. Luckily todays the last day we have to suffer through hell just because of me being stupid, all though… I’m starting to regret it because of what a swastika means and what it represents. Ever since I’ve found that out I’ve been starting to feel like a jerk, especially since we have a Jewish kid, well girl, in our school, Dana. I wasn’t really trying to spread hate around the school, I was just trying to do something stupid since our Dino poop prank didn’t work. That’s all that really happened I guess so, goodnight i guess? Wait hold on, why am I saying good night to a journal? Ehh never mind. So… at school today while we were in the gym for the assembly, they pulled a banner down for the baseball team and it had another swastika on it… but… i didn’t draw this one so.. that means someone else is doing this, and especially on the last day of tolerance education. That’s just a jerk move and obviously it isn’t someone trying to do something stupid like I was, this person is trying to spread hate around the school and it’s all because of me and me trying to one up the failed Dino poop prank. Man… now I just feel like an idiot because I started this whole thing, and nobody knows it was me. So when people find out I drew the first one… they will think I’m the one who drew them all! Oh no, what if all of my friends and family hate me for this when they find out? What would happen then… I don't wanna know! Worst part about the whole swastika thing is that more might show up, all because of me.

Tuesday, September 21st 2021

Mom told me that grandma was Jewish today… Now my mistake has turned into a massive screw up on my part. I can’t believe I'm half Jewish and I drew a swastika on the atrium wall in school for EVERYONE to see. Now when grandma finds out I drew a swastika, I'm gonna be in a LOT more trouble, even though I was already gonna be in a lot of trouble before this. Oh boy, the rest of this school year is going to be horrible for me with the guilt of drawing a swastika following me around AND more swastikas beginning to show up around the school because of ME. I feel so stupid for drawing a swastika now, I mean, I have this whole week so far but now that I know what swastikas represent, man, I feel stupid. Well, I was thinking about having a bar-mitzvah as kind of a way to forget about me drawing a swastika and apologize for drawing a swastika. I could ask dana for some help study for it if I do have a bar-mitzvah, but she might think I’m just playing around with and joking about having a bar-mitzvah, but it’s worth a shot so that’s what I’ll try and do, ask dana if she can help me study for my bar-mitzvah, if I have one..

Wednesday, September 22nd 2021

So I asked mom and dad if I could have a bar-mitzvah and dad was quite reluctant about agree but he agreed so now I just have to ask Dana if she can help me study for it, which will probably be a no without any context or story to go behind why I’m having a bar-mitzvah but that’s okay! I can explain why, though still knowing that grandma is Jewish is making my mind flood with regret over drawing a swastika but this is my way of apologizing, by having bar-mitzvah! But what if the news comes out before I can have my bar-mitzvah and everyone hates me and nobody comes to my bar-mitzvah and I’m outcasted in the town and- actually… no… I won’t let my bad thoughts distract me from my goal of having a bar-mitzvah and apologizing for drawing a swastika in the school. Also something big is starting tomorrow! We’re making a paper chain that is 6 million links long to represent the 6 million victims of the holocaust, and I was the one who came up with the idea, actually, Caroline did but I’ll take the credit since everyone thinks I came up with the idea and started it all, which I didn’t but, you know. And it all started at a student council meeting, which I don’t normally go to but meh I went this time, and because of that, everyone in the school came as well, even jordie and Michael came! That made Caroline really proud as well, so proud and excited that she screeched when we all agreed on making a paper chain. I was also quite excited but.. not so excited as to screech in front of the whole school, even Mr. Bradamis. The library was packed full of kids to, to the point where there weren’t enough seats for everyone to sit and half of the kids had to stand in the library while we came up with the ideas and then finally settled on making a paper chain, that Mr. Bradamis was very reluctant about doing so, since he thought we would run out of construction paper before we even make it to 1 million links but we convinced him, I think. Well good enough to get him to agree on letting us try and reach 6 million links, which I think we can do, easily. I’m a little nervous though , because what if when we get to school tomorrow there’s ANOTHER swastika somewhere in the school and it’s all because one person is trying to prove a point about swastikas and how they're okay to draw anywhere, which they 100% aren’t. What makes me feel even worse about drawing it, is that one of my best friends, Michael, found MY mess up and now some think it was him who drew the swastika..

Thursday, September 23rd 2021

Today was horrible, we found another swastika just this time it was outside and painted in a bright white colour on a dark, metal dumpster. I didn’t paint this one so I’m really confused on who keeps painting them, could it be one of my friends? No, they wouldn’t! I was playing twister with Caroline and a few others when it showed up so now they know it wasn’t me! It would be impossible, the paint still looked fresh and I couldn’t have painted it because like I said, I had been playing twister with Caroline and others when it showed up. On a happier note, I asked Dana if she could help me, and like I thought, she thought I was joking and said no, but after I told her my grandma's story and how I’m half Jewish she agree and invited me over for dinner at her house tonight so we can study together for it and she can help me with it. My parents already agreed to let me go over to Dana’s house tonight to study so that’s a win in my book. But I still can’t believe that someone would become a copycat of me and begin to draw swastikas all over the school. Everyone was shocked about just 1 showing up in the school but now there’s more and people know this is someone who is really REALLY trying to spread hate, and it’s not me… though everyone will think that I drew the other ones if News comes out about me drawing the first one, but that’s kind of impossible because HOW would they know or find out I was the person to draw the first swastika, it’s not like they have cameras on me 24/7 and watch my every move everyday all day, right? How would they find out about me drawing it at all? But what if they have cameras in the school that caught my every move on camera and now they know it’s me who drew the first swastika and they’re waiting for The perfect time to bring me to the office and make me confess to drawing it and then it ruins the rest of my life!? No no! I mean.. the school probably has cameras but the whole part about “now they know it’s me who drew the first swastika and they’re waiting for the perfect time to bring me to the office and ma,e ,e confess to drawing it and then ruin the rest of my life ” that was probably just me over thinking it all.. I hope.. that whole tolerance education thing has made me feel horrible, I mean, I felt horrible the whole time after it but now that I’m having a bar-mitzvah, it’s making me feel worse and that the rabbi is just going to turn me away and not let me have my bar-mitzvah because I was being stupid one day and decided to try and get back at my dad for taking me out of soccer and for the Dino poop prank failing on us… I didn’t mean to cause people to become scared to go to school because what if another swastika shows up. This whole situation is all happening because of me and my dumb, stupid mistake. I wish I could just go back in time and never have drawn that swastika because, A. We wouldn’t have had to suffer through tolerance education for 3 weeks, B. We wouldn’t have a copycat, copying the first swastika, I drew, and now more are popping up and C. We wouldn’t have to try and make a paper chain, 6 million links long, which I’m not complaining about but, we could have done something with less glue and paper.

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Wonderful another creator who creates content for halloween as so called "gifts" that are avalable after the season is over. No doubt it is beautiful. But content for festivities should be free and not locked behind a paywall and be available after the season is over. It's the time to celebrate and have fun together as a community. You don't belong to the generous creators who gift things seasonal at least for free, huh? However if you weren't aware. With your behavoir you split our community in two groups the "Luxy" crowd who are willing to pay and everyone else who is not luxy enough to afford or willing as the game itself is already expensive enough. You motto as your name already implies "sharing is not caring". During festive seasons you could be generous at least but you are not says a lot about a character, you know? Don't know if you want to be that person. If you care you will think about it. If you don't care? Congrats you achieved it. If not, maybe think about how it makes you look during festive times.

Hi! I understand your point, but this september was very hard for me. I had two weddings and covid, so I couldn't make my halloween cc before the season started 😅

Not every creator wants to take advantage of people... If you go to my patreon, you can check the release dates and see for yourself that most of my content is free before the festive seasons. You have to understand that sometimes is difficult to keep the content schedule. I have a life and daily problems like everyone 🙃

When I have enough time, I publish both free and early access cc (like the "infant collection", "barbie core collection"... ). Now I'm working in a colaboration with another creator that will be free too. So, I'm sorry but I don't have time to do everything or finish the cc before every festive season 🥲

I really thought a lot about realesing the "Poisonous Insects Collection" for free, but that would have been unfair for my patreons. So, instead of that, I uploaded my old halloween cc improving the textures and swatches for the people who can't afford the tier. The "skull mouth", "butterfly skull" and "floral skull" were published without paywalls... do you think that is not enough 3 spooky downloads for free? I even made a compilation for my followers with all my free makeup that could be used during the season 😟. I tried to do my best, but if you think that was not enough, I sincerely apologize.

I encourage you to follow me and see for yourself if everything that I said here is true or not... because I think that your words were written without knowing me ✌🏻. It's the first time I have a complaint of this type when I am one of the few creators who upload free content parallel to the paid membership and respect the release dates 😅

I hope everything I have written makes sense. English is not my native language. If there are any mistakes or misunderstandings, I apologize once again and I am open to responding if you have any other complaints.

Thank you for the feedback and I hope you have a nice day! 🥰

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Get Me to the Church On Time Pt. 4

Series Summary: It's Dean and Julie's wedding day. What could go wrong?

Chapter Summary: Time for a wedding!

Series Warnings/Explicit 18+: Some show level violence, eventual smut, fluff, smidge of angst. Chapters will have individual warnings.

Chapter Warnings: None, super fluff, tiny smidge of angst.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x OFC (Julie)

Word Count: 2,117

A/N: Dean and Julie are back! Each part will vary between 500+ and 2000+ words. I will be releasing all the parts today, September 15th, as part of my 1K follower celebration! 😊💓

The parts will be released as follows:

Part 1 - 8:00 AM

Part 2 - 10:00 AM

Part 3 - 12:00 PM

Part 4 - 3:00 PM

Part 5 - 6:00 PM ||

*Times are all based on CST*

At 7:00 PM, I will post my last fic for the celebration, the first chapter of my sequel series, I Will Find You in the Dark!

Hope you enjoy my contributions for the day! 😘😘

Both beautiful text dividers, below and at the bottom, were created by @talesmaniac89. 💓 Title card was designed by me.

Three hours later, bodies had been burned and buried, the formerly possessed that had lived were being taken home by a handful of hunters, significantly lowering their guest count. But their closest friends and family were still there, so Julie was happy. She refused to dwell on the fact that their wedding had been attacked by demons, refused to see it as any kind of omen.

Dean said they'd been ambushed almost as soon as they were on the road, demons sweeping out of nowhere to try and run them off the road.

But they'd all kept heading for the church knowing they had a lot of hunter back up there. Apparently Crowley was pissed that Sam had killed his hellhound the week before, and that they'd started the process of closing the gates of hell, so he was lashing out.

"I guess the son of a bitch is taking things pretty personal." Dean said with a scowl.

But despite all the setbacks, the wedding was back on. It might be happening four hours late, the sun already starting to set, but both Dean and Julie were determined not to let the ceremony be put off.

So, they carried on.

Even though the surprise of Dean seeing her for the first time was spoiled, and tradition may have been broken, Julie still wanted to walk down the aisle. Garth offered to escort her and she gave him a kiss on his cheek, moved by his suggestion.

He smiled at Dean. "I'll officially be giving her away to you, Dean, so you better be worthy."

Dean punched him in the arm, and continued on to stand at the front of the church with the rest of the wedding party.

"Ow." Garth complained, rubbing his skinny bicep.

Julie laughed at their foolishness and dragged Garth into position just outside the closed doors.

As she stood staring at the doors of the church, the absurdity of the situation hit her. They'd just been attacked by demons, there was a tinny version of the wedding march playing through the same PA system she'd used hours before to perform a mass exorcism, and she was waiting outside so she could "reveal herself" to a man who'd already seen everything, including her dress.

She wondered briefly whether she should have just gone to stand beside Dean at the altar, and done away with this part of the ceremony.

But as Kevin opened the doors and she started walking down the aisle towards Dean, she decided she absolutely wouldn't have wanted to miss this. The look on his face was one she knew she'd remember every day of her life.

His smile was beaming, and he looked like an excited little boy on Christmas morning. She felt so beautiful and treasured, and she smiled back at him, tears threatening to fall.

She saw Sam slap Dean on the back and squeeze his shoulder and Benny's blue eyes sparkled merrily as she made her way towards them all. Charlie and Jody were both wiping tears away as they stood waiting for her to join them.

As she reached the altar, Dean held out his hand to her and she slipped her hand into his, feeling immediately calm and happy. No matter what had come before it, this moment was perfect.

Cas walked forward and spoke, his deep voice ringing out in the old stone church.

"Good afternoon." He paused and looked out the window at the setting sun. "It was supposed to be afternoon. Good evening. We're gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony."

"Not too holy, I hope." Dean said with a wink at Julie.

She shook her head with a slight blush. "My god, we're in a church." She whispered to him, which was pointless because everyone was close enough that they could hear everything.

They all chuckled and Cas paused for a minute before continuing on, the interruption confusing him. "I believe you've both written your own vows."

"Yes." Julie said, quietly. She carried a tiny bouquet of wildflowers that Charlie had picked for her from the side of the church. She passed them off to Jody and took the small piece of paper from her that contained the things she wanted to promise Dean.

Now that it was time to say them out loud, she worried that they were silly. Looking down at the paper, she read. "Dean. I love you." She shrugged and waved her hand. "But I guess you already knew that and I probably didn't have to write it down."

She chuckled nervously and Dean squeezed her hand. She looked up into his beautiful, bright green eyes and let her paper full of words float to the floor; she didn't need it.

She closed her eyes and took a breath. "I have loved you every moment of my life since you entered it." She opened her eyes and stared into his once again. "You're my hero, Dean Winchester."

She saw a muscle flex in his jaw, and she nodded. "And I know, you hate that word but," she shrugged, "it's just the truth."

She bit her bottom lip and grinned. "When I was young, you were my hero because you were just so unbelievably cool." Everyone around them chuckled, and Dean smiled his cockiest smile. "And because you were, you know, devastatingly handsome." She said, batting her eyelashes coyly.

"What happened to ya?" One of their hunter guests called out and everyone laughed, including Dean who looked down at the ground and chuckled.

The laughter died down, and Julie continued, emotion thick in her voice. "And because as soon as you took my hand in yours, I was home. After my mother died, I remember feeling so lost and scared, and so sure I'd never feel safe again. But then you wrapped my hand up in yours and my shattered world started to piece itself back together again."

Dean squeezed the hand he still held.

"And now," Julie did some quick math, "16 years later, nothing's changed." She paused. "Except maybe the cool part. Charlie and I know how dorky you really are." She said, looking back at her bridesmaid who nodded.

Dean pointed at them both. "How dare you?" He said in mock outrage.

Julie laughed and turned back to him. "But you are still, devastatingly handsome." Dean looked down at her and grinned, his tongue pressing just behind his teeth in a way that she had always found incredibly sexy.

Reining in her hormones, she focused on what she wanted to say to him. "And all these years later," she lifted their joined hands and pressed a kiss to their entwined fingers, "you're still holding my hand. You still mean home to me."

She took a deep breath. "So here is what I vow. I promise to always help heal you when you're hurt. And when you feel weak, I promise to remind you just how incredibly strong you are."

Julie took a small step towards him. "And I promise you that, no matter what, I will always…find you in the dark. Always."

Her voice was earnest and strong and she could see shining tears forming in Dean's eyes, before he was suddenly yanking her forward, his mouth slamming down on hers.

As he kissed her long and hard, cheering and outright whoops came from their guest and wedding party.

As Julie pulled away, laughing, she could hear Cas beside them, slightly befuddled. "No, um... you're not supposed to do that yet." The angel explained, as though they'd just lost their place in the script.

Dean laughed softly as he let his forehead rest against hers. He nodded gently. "Ah, yeah. Sorry, Cas."

He pulled back from her and brought his hands up to cup both her cheeks, cradling her face reverently. "My Jules." He said softly, his voice filled with awe.

He shook his head, stutteringly slightly. "I don't...I don't have...words." He sighed as though frustrated with his inability to say what he wanted to. "I will NEVER have the words for you, sweetheart."

He was quiet for a moment as he brushed his thumb across her cheekbone. He dropped his hands and looked down at the floor.

"I never thought...I'd have this..." He shook his head and amended his words. "No, I never thought I SHOULD have this."

He looked at her briefly, his head tilted slightly as he contemplated what having her in his life meant. "And standing here with you now, Jules..."

There was a long pause, and Dean closed his eyes. Julie could see the muscle flexing in his jaw and when his eyes finally opened she could see his fear written across his face. "I'm just so terrified."

Julie sucked in a shuddering breath and raised a hand to his cheek. He immediately covered it with his own and leaned into the caress.

Julie felt his real fear emanate from him, and she hurt for him. But she also felt tears of happiness spring up again. He'd allowed her into a moment of real vulnerability. From him, it was a real gift, especially in front of others. He was admitting his weakness.

He was so beautiful.

After a moment, Dean took a deep breath, and nodded as though resolving something in his mind. "But okay, my vows." He said and kept her hand in his as he took it from his cheek and stood up straight.

"I promise to let you have all the blankets."

Julie laughed through her tears, finding a special joy in the laughter and sniffles she could hear all around her.

"I promise not to leave dirty clothes lying around. I know you hate that." Julie nodded adamantly.

He shook his head, and again the muscle flexed in his jaw, as though this was a particularly hard thing to say. "And I promise not to forget that you're more than just my wife. You are a very badass hunter, who doesn't need me to make decisions about your life for you."

Julie felt her heart squeeze. She appreciated that vow so much, knowing that it was simply an expansion of his previous promise to never again decide she'd be better off without him, and walk away.

Dean pulled her close to him, looking deep into her eyes, his face again filled with awe, as though he couldn't believe his luck.

"And I promise to love you for as long as you'll let me."

There was a second of overwhelming emotion before Julie leapt up to wrap her arms around Dean's neck, feet dangling off the ground, pressing her lips to his. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back passionately, tongue delving into her mouth, claiming her.

Distantly, Julie could hear Cas call out over the cheering. "No...that's...it's still not time for that." He sounded vaguely annoyed that they kept getting it wrong.

Julie broke away, breathless and laughing, and landing back on her feet. "Sorry, Cas."

"It's...fine. It's the ring part now." He said, his voice rushed, as though eager to get through everything before they screwed up again.

There was some general jostling around as the Sam and Jody pulled the rings out for them to exchange. Sam passed his big brother the ring and then pounded him on the back, a massive smile wreathing his face.

"Looks like we all owe you some cash!"

Julie raised an eyebrow, confused, but Dean laughed loudly. "Hell yeah, you do." He said before turning back to face Julie.

Without preamble, clearly just trying to get through it, Cas looked at Julie. "Do you Julie, take Dean as your husband?"

Julie nodded as Dean slipped the gold ring on her finger, admiring the inset emerald that adorned it. "I do."

Cas shifted his focus to Dean. "And Dean, do you take Julie as your wife?"

Julie slipped his plain gold band on his finger as Dean answered, beaming. "I do."

Cas nodded, looking relieved. "Then, by the power vested in me...by...well, by virtue of being an angel, I suppose, but also from the people at 'Side Hustles that Work dot com, backslash, 'Get Ordained Now', I now pronounce you - oh, and also by the power of the state of Kansas...I now pronounce you husband and wife."

He nodded again. "You may NOW kiss the bride. Though, that seems redundant since you've already kissed her three times."

Dean laughed and pulled Julie close before turning to look at Cas. "I'm gonna do it again, anyways, just to make it official." He lowered his lips to hers again, this time gentle and chaste.

A much more appropriate church kiss.

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