#I was gobsmacked seeing this on Insta

[silurisanguine]

Incredible Lucanis Dellamorte cosplay!

I had to share this as i don't think they have a page here- This is cosplay, not screenshots. It is incredible. By Twiincosplay - Instagram / Facebook

[eveninggstar]

I Love You

Summary: you’ve been dating Jake for a few months. When he takes you on a shopping spree at the mall, you find a photo booth and tell him how you feel.

Warnings: fluff, angst, happy ending, kissing, lipstick kisses, readers looks aren’t specified (only that they wear lipstick) but intended to be female, no use of y/n, jake and reader being stupid

A/N: heyyy 👀 sorry i’ve not posted

n e wayz

i saw a video on insta of this couple in a photo booth and the boy hand lipstick kisses on him from his girlfriend and she told him that she loved him. his face was so cute but i read the comments and saw ‘notice how he didn’t say it back’ and i saw a comment that they aren’t together anymore and i was just like 😨

sorry that’s long anyway enjoy

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Today you and Jake had been on an incredible shopping spree. Seeing as it was your birthday the week prior, Jake practically begged to pay for your things. The past three months are probably the best three months of your life. The way Jake made you feel felt indescribable. That was until a specific word came to mind in a one afternoon movie session. You were laying in your back, with Jake’s head smushed against your chest. He had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around you as you scratched his scalp. Looking down at his peaceful face, and one word flashed across your mind. Love.

Ever since that moment at your apartment, you have been trying to find the right moment to tell Jake. You hoped he loved you back. Of course he did, why else were you two always together or why did he always want to spoil you. You hoped.

Your shopping spree was coming to a close, Jake’s arms full of your items as he repeatedly refused to let you hold even the small bags. As you and Jake were about to leave the mall, he suddenly stopped and gasped.

“Oh. My. God.” He turned to you, jumping to the balls of his feet. “Baby, we have to take photos!” He pointed towards the photo booth, the multiple bags in that arm swaying. “This can be your best birthday ever.” He walked the small steps towards you and dropped his head to your shoulder and mumbled, “Please, please, please.”

You turned your head to look at him pouting, with his new lip piercings (AHHH they look so good girl don’t even!!!(i started writing this when he got them done)). You kissed his forehead, leaving him to have a giddy smile on his face, “Of course!”

After manoeuvring all the bags of endless clothes and accessories and paying, you and Jake sat comfortably on the seat. You reapplied your lipstick quickly to give Jake multiple kiss marks on his face and neck. You had only missed his lips. Luckily the camera had taken a photo during.

“Ummm, you forgot a place.” He looked at you then pushed his lips out as far as they could. You looked at him, a small smile on your face as the camera captured the moment.

“Where?” You grabbed his face, looking for the area you missed. You knew he was on about his lips, but there was nothing wrong with asking.

“My lips!” he whined.Giving in, you kissed him. Meanwhile you were thanking god first taking a photo. “Okay, we have one left. What do we do?”

You were both sat looking forwards at the camera thinking. He was thinking of a pose to do, meanwhile you were debating on telling Jake you secret the had been eating away at you.

The photo booth was on the two second mark. Giving in you looked at him, “I love you.” The camera took the last picture, Jake’s face the happiest you’ve ever seen it.

He quickly turned his head towards you, “Really? Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” You timidly smiled at him, looking through your lashes at him. He nodded then got up, picking up your bags and left the photo booth. You were gobsmacked (is this a term people outside england use? idk it’s like shocked) and a little sad. You thought Jake was going to say it back. Yet, he had just left.

Deciding to follow him, he was waiting for you after pocketing both photo strips, leaving it a very awkward drive to your apartment.

When Jake arrived at his shared house with his friend Johnnie, he had an irreversible smile on his face. Johnnie, only just woke up, came down the stairs and noticed as his roommates dimples were the deepest he had ever seen them.

“Dude.” Jake bolted to the disheveled man, unable to stop bouncing on the balls of his feet and he swings his arms in an up agg bc d down motion.

“What?” Johnnie croaked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was struck by the happy Jake as he grabbed Johnnies shoulders, causing the Johnnies eyes to widen in shock.

“She said she loves me!” Jake was jumping up and down with an indescribable joy, slowly Johnnie began to jump with him.

Meanwhile, you were in your room. You were sat at your vanity desk, looking at yourself and wallowing in self pity. Why did he seem so happy when you and it, yet didn’t say it back? Or anything for that matter! You constantly asked yourself what signals you couldn’t read. Maybe he didn’t love you, maybe he was planing on breaking up.

It had been a week, a week of one worded texts or dry texts back and forth with Jake. You hadn’t even called or hung out together since your birthday. So when you were grocery shopping, you were surprised to see Jake calling you.

“Hello?”

“Come over to mine.” He sounded incredibly serious. Seems like he had made up his mind and was going to break up with you. The best person in your life would be no longer apart if it. Then, he hung up, leaving you to wallow in self pity.

Knocking on the door to Jake’s house, you didn’t look as good as you knew you were able to. The door slammed open, showing Jake with a new tattoo on his arm. A love heart. Jake grabbed your arm and quickly pulled you inside, not realising the tight grasp he had.

“Oh my god! i’m so sorry,” he looked at you with his adorable puppy dog eyes, pouting his pierced lip then leant in to kiss the mark-less area. “Come sit,” he repetitively famed his hand towards himself as he walked over to the couch, then sitting down.

You stayed standing as he looked up at you with a certain glow, smiling at you. This, of course, irritated you. The man had the audacity to act like this yet couldn’t even bother to text you.

“Jake, stop!” You raised your voice, being serious. His smile and eyebrows dropped, not knowing what was wrong.

“What’s-”

“You don’t get to act like this if you’re going to break up with me! Just do it now.” You interrupted him. As soon as you finished your sentence he shot up, wrapping his long arms around you. He buried his stupidly handsome face into your hair, lowering his voice.

“What makes you think i want to break up with you?” His voice was as soft as one of those adorable golden puppies.

“It just that-” you sighed, pulling away to rest your hands on his chest and his fell to your waist. “Since i said that i loved you, you’ve been avoiding me.” You stopped, looking to see if he would say anything. Realising there was no point, you decided to bury your hole of self pity deeper. “Please, just break up with me. It will make this so much easier.”

Jake watched as tears gathered in your eyes. Grabbing both sides of your face, he angled you so the out of you were eye to eye. “I love you so much. Words can’t even describe it.” He had a soft smile on his face. “I love the times we go shopping together,” he kissed your cheek, “I love it when you leave lipstick marks all over me,” he kissed the other cheek, “and i love you.” he kissed your lips.

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[wonyrs]

fluster

enha hyungs x fmr gnr non-idol au, est. relationship warnings food wc 939 + library #

‘ enha hyung as ur 'homies' ! REQ

lee heeseung

" ayyy how u been bro?"

plays along and even replaces his normal petnames with something he'd usually call the members but NEVER you (until now)

um... hello? where is the endearing "why'd u call me that babe 😢☝️?" where is the begging for a kiss? where is the desperate attempts at pda we were hoping to see? this wasn't the plan at all (like... at ALL)

he tries to hide his laugh when u give him the stink eye and keeps up his act

even going as far to pretend like he isn't seeing ur hand inching closer to his and lifts it up to 'brush' the hair from his face

second attempt at holding his hand ended up with him fishing his phone out from his pocket and showing u an extremely!!! hilarious... insta reel.

ur plan has reversed; instead of him dying for ur affection, its now u trying to stop him from treating u like any other person before u physically cannot take it anymore

"ok man. i see how it is man. bye man." this is ur cue to stand up, run away and never look back for ur own emotional sake

if it weren't for heeseung GRIPPING onto ur shirt with the most gobsmacking laugh u've heard coming out his mouth, to the point tears were trsiling down his face from how hard he's laughing

"wait- wait [name]! you started it, come back!"

park jongseong

" how are u doing BABE? how's life BABE? "

mommm [name]'s acting weird again, i think the heat's getting to them

he acts like he can't see ur hand in the air and continues to kiss u right on the lips (but he still moves ur arm down for safety measures)

"what's good, dude?" "baby, who are u talking to? it's only us in this room lol 🤨"

u try again with dapping him up but immediately he turns around and oh so suddenly the wall is soooo interesting

for the whole hour u mess with him and call him 'bro, dude, gang' and shit like that while he just sneakily rolls his eyes and goes on with his day- while most likely wondering what on earth was wrong w u

he'd be in the kitchen washing the dishes while ure trying to hold his hand and have it dap urs up

but is he paying attention?

lmfao no

he goes on with his day since he knows u cant go another hour without his love and so he has nothing to worry about (unless u actually DO go for another hour, then he's actually going to believe something's wrong with u)

eventually u give up and go back to slumping on his back. the months u've spent together gave jay a clear understanding on ur antics and gave him some time to prepare for anything u had up ur sleeve

" tired already? an hour, new record babe. good job"

sim jaeyun

" why are u doing this to me "

the moment u refuse his hug and opt for a more... different greeting, jake malfunctions for a bit

he trys to hug u again but u extremely remain still

whines complains when u keep up the 'homeboy' act

"i swear we acted like a normal couple yesterday, did i make u mad pookie? 😥" sneaks in some of the petnames u absolutely LOATHE just for a reaction

hates when u replace the lovely kiss-and-hug interactions with dapping him up like a BRO

most likely complained to the enha gc abt ur 'unearthly' behaviour (u get his ass on that later) and cries that he might never see the old u again

the urge to drown him in all the love u've kept in since u met up is eating u alive But watching him practically cry over ur feet is helping u out a wee bit

"chat this is absolutely hilarious what are we thinking" "WOW! Hahaha so funny!! Such a kneeslapper! can u stop now 😐."

Hes dead serious when he says this btw Like full on eye contact with furrowed eyebrows, but a small pout is resting on his face

he was fine with the joke at first but then he just got more eager for ur touch as the hours went by

u stare for a bit before engulfing him in the biggest hug ever while peppering his face with an abundance of smooches

"finally! u dont know how long ive waited for this"

park sunghoon

" did u eat something funny? "

just stares. nothing else, just stares

eventually u have to drop ur arm because the silence just got too awkward

was he mad at u? (ofc not) Maybe hoonie just needed to load and take a bit to process the scene in front of him

"i dont think u should be doing this to your boyfriend, babe. it doesn't really fit the loving couple vibe yk 🤖"

even when sunghoon continues to act like everything's normal u keep on persisting with acting like close-bro-friends

... only to be met with the most baffled face ever.

he wonders if ure roleplaying as some character or just genuinely going insane

decides to go along with whatever you're doing and continue the day as normal as it can get

when u get tired of the lack of attention, u drop the act but unconsciously refer to him as bro

muscle memory(ish) fr

"dude can you at least act interested?" "um excuse me? what'd u just call me"

HELLO. where was this dumbfounded hoon when u need him?

ure actually laughing atp because he doesn't even look like he knew what was wrong

the whole time u kept up w the joke, he didn't even look like he cared UNTIL u got tired and talked in ur normal tone

"don't ever say 'dude' in a serious tone like that. scared me, babe."

@ wonyrs 2023

note sorry anon for not taking ur request after like 2 weeks... i've needed some motivation to write SORRY.. also maknae version is next :> requests open!

[iftheshoef1tz]

I saw it,...

do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?

talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

on a scale of 1-10 how much do you enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?

1. I am a CONSUMMATE pantser. I generally have ideas of where I want to go, but I rarely know the end when I start writing. Usually what happens is i think of some depraved sex act and then i write 20,000 words of set-up to get to that. (See: the corduroy scene in Howl and Azriel kneeling in demon azris). As that one meme says: the plot of this PWP is that character A has been forsaken by god.

2. LOL all of my fics have been this way in some shape or form. In demon azris, eris was supposed to be a black widow, seducing Nazis and then murdering them via azriel. That changed a little bit, but i was about halfway finished when eris suddenly revealed to me that he was deeply affected by poetry, specifically Rainer Maria Rilke’s poetry. I was gobsmacked, because i simply hadn’t referenced it at all, and then suddenly…he’s trying to explain to a person who very much isn’t human why poetry makes him feel human. I think that discovery made the emotional landscape of the fic much more full and impactful.

3. 10! I feel like what matters more to me than simply the romance is the two characters getting to know each other and how the other person works, which can then fade into romance. Not a big fan of insta-love, unless there’s convincing plot reasons, like sex pollen or whatever.

[harrysfolklore]

Yaaaas to the photographer blurb!!

here it is ! photographer!yn and harry’s first meeting <3 this is also my entry for @harry-on-broadway’s writing challenge !! the dialogue i picked is in bold 💖💖 hope you like this

PHOTOGRAPHER!YN INSTA BLURB

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Life could take crazy turns sometimes.

And as YN arrived to the location where she was going to shoot the latest cover for Rolling Stone magazine, the only thing she could think about was how her life was about to change forever.

It wasn't just any magazine cover, it was Rolling Stone's first ever global cover, and the person on it was no other than the world's most wanted man, Harry Styles.

It was safe to say that she was very shocked when she got the email inviting her to be the person behind the camera for the occasion, and she was even more gobsmacked when she found out that Harry himself suggested that she was the ideal person to shoot his cover.

Turns out, Harry found out about her through his photographer and friend Anthony Pham, and ever since he saw her pictures he knew he needed to work with her.

And he didn't want to admit it yet, but he thought she was absolutely gorgeous.

Taking a deep breath and with her camera gear in hand, YN approached the group of people gathered in the location getting everything ready for the shoot, and she felt a bit of relief when she spotted Harry Lambert, someone who she knew and had worked with in the past.

"YN, you're here ! I was waiting for you." Lambert said as he bend down a little to give her a hug as a greeting, YN hugging him back and her nerves calming down a bit already.

"It's so good to see you again, Lambert. But I'm not late am I?" being late was one of YN's biggest pet peeves and the mention of Lambert waiting for her sent alarms to her brain.

"Oh no dear, you're not, I was just eager to show you the looks we picked for the shoot. Who's actually quite late is our boy Harry, which is rare for him." and before you could reply, a voice made both of you turn around.

"Come on Lamby, don't go around putting on a bad word for me." Harry said as he walked in, wearing comfortable clothes and with a cup of coffee in hand, his manager Jeffrey following behind.

"What can I say sue, the first impression is the one that matters." they joked around and YN coulnd't help but smile a bit, she could tell they were a great group of friends and not just coworkers.

However, YN's smile turned into a nervous expression when she noticed Harry approaching her.

"Hello, I'm Harry, It's so nice to finally meet you." YN thought it was quite endearing how he introduced himself by name even thought she was pretty sure everyone in the world knew it, and she allowed herself to stare at his eyes for a second before introducing herself.

"I'm YN, and It's really nice to meet you too, I was so eager to work with you." she said and a smile made its way to both of their faces. YN had worked with celebrities in the past and most of them were entitled, with a preppy attitude and overall rude for no reason, Harry however, gave her a warm and friendly vibe, he was someone down to earth and that was easy to tell.

"Harry! Time for clothes and makeup!" his manager called out for him and that was their cue to go their own ways, YN knew already this was going to be her best shooting.

A couple hours had passed and the shooting was going smoothly, they had moved to different locations and Harry had changed clothes multiple times.

YN found out that Harry was a great person to work with and he was easy to direct, on top of that he was really friendly and kept making conversation all the time.

Or more like, he kept teasing YN because according to him "she is really tiny and It's adorable how she carries her big cameras around", it was safe to say that YN's cheeks were constantly blushing.

"You know, I feel like I'm going to love this photoshoot so much to the point it will become my favorite." Harry said after a couple of flashes were snapped, a red and white jumpsuit whit a yellow cardigan adorning his body, he picked a flower that was laying around and decided to use it as a prob for the pictures.

"I mean, that would make me feel really accomplished" YN snapped a couple more pictures, she enjoyed capturing spontaneous moments when people in front of the camera where being their natural selves.

"You don't need my validation to feel proud of yourself though, you're an amazing photographer" he said as he posed of YN's camera, and she was glad the device was covering her face and he couldn't see her cheeks blushing once again.

"Thank you Harry, that's very nice of you" YN told him sincerely, and when she caught a glimpse of his eyes, she knew he had something on his mind that he was yet to tell her.

"You know, my current tour photographer needs to take a break to take care of some family stuff," he cautiously began, "And I'm going to need someone who can take his place, I know you did some tour photography before the pandemic, if you don't have any upcoming projects scheduled, I would be thrilled to have you on the road" and YN was completely taken back by the offer, not expecting to end the day with a new job opportunity, and a huge one.

Even though YN knew taking this opportunity would be life changing for her, she couldn't help but let intrusive thoughts cloud her head, "I mean, I'm really flattered for the offer, but I'm not sure if I'm the ideal person for the job," she hid behind her camera again, feeling slightly embarrassed all of the sudden.

"Of course you are, I wouldn't be offering you the job if I didn't think you were," he said and before the photographer could protest, he spoke again, "Besides, if you're not sure about all the traveling, we're doing residencies this time," YN could tell that he really wanted her to take the offer, and she knew she wanted too, but the little voice on his head was not on her side as usual.

"Look Harry, I'm really grateful for the offer and I know it'll be a great opportunity for me, but I need to meditate it a bit before I make a decision, okay?" and YN could see a small smile on his face caused by her response.

"Okay, but I'm not going down without a fight, just so you know!" he pointed the flower on his hand at her before, causing both to laugh before YN focused on photographing him again.

Another hour had passed and the photoshoot was successfully wrapped up, many crew members had said their goodbyes already and YN was putting away her camera equipment when Harry approached her again.

"So, have you made your mind up about the tour photographer position?" he told her with a mischievous expression, he wasn't lying with his previous statement about not going down without a fight, he had been mentioning the wonders about the job and persuading YN to take it at least every 15 minutes.

"You're really persistent, aren't you?" YN said as she put her backpack on her shoulder, a small smile on her own appearing on her face.

“I’ll take that as a compliment” and even thought YN completely missed the flirtatious tone on his voice, Harry definitely noticed how flustered she suddenly got.

"Look, I'll think about it," and that was enough for Harry to get giddy and excited already, "And I'll give you a reply by the end of the week, okay?" she said as they began to walk together towards where their cars were parked.

"That's wonderful, I can't wait to be tourmates with you, tiny."

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[brighter-by-the-daly]

Rachel Daly x Reader

Part One - Nobody Says No to That!

Posted: 11/03/23 Edited: 18/07/23

As the final whistle blew you threw your hands in the air cheering and jumping around hugging your friends. England just won 2-1 against USA at Wembley Stadium in front of a sell out crowd! You and your two besties couldn’t be happier! Turning your attention to the pitch and clapping your team who were celebrating with each other, a huge smile spread over your face while glancing around the stadium soaking up the atmosphere. It felt so good to see your team back here after the EUROS in front of so many fans. Continuing the celebrations you watched the players form a circle and congratulate each other then they broke out and started their lap of honour, walking around to thank the fans.

Your eyes followed them around the stadium when you spotted one of the players heading straight towards you, it was none other than Rachel Daly!! Your favourite player and not just for her amazing skills but also your biggest crush! Your heart started beating faster while trying to not seem overly excited. She was jogging over with her shirt in hand, held it out towards you and asked “would you like this?” You were trying to remain cool, calm and collected, reaching out to take it and saying “I bet nobody says no to that, do they!” with a smirk. Rachel simply shook her head with a goofy smile on her face. Your friends were gobsmacked; eyes wide and jaws dropped, they couldn’t believe what they were seeing! Tens of thousands of fans in the stadium, a lot with signs that said “Daly can I have your shirt” but she chose little ole you with no sign, just a huge smile. “Could you sign it for me please?” you asked hopefully. Rachel looked behind her in a cautious manner “I’ve just gotta do some interviews and I’ll be back, do you have a pen?” Shaking your head as you weren’t expecting to get anyones autographs today, Rachel gave a thumbs up and jogged away.

Slowly turning toward your friends whose eyes were still wide and letting out a silent scream - “oh.my.god… I can’t believe it!!” you exclaimed joyfully. “Neither can we!” your bffs said seemingly just as happy for you, holding the shirt up to admire it. Then one of your friends spoke up “you know after the whistle blew Rapinoe asked for Rachel’s shirt, she must have said no to give it to you!”

Your mind wandered off trying to think of how you had stood out to her in front of all of these people, when you remembered… Just before the end of the first half, the ball flew off the pitch and into the stands. You’d thrown it back in and Rachel caught it, you’d shared a little smile before play continued. You wondered if this was the reason she gave you her shirt… but throw ins happen at every game, they’re nothing special. Maybe she was just being kind, who knows. ‘Hopefully she’ll remember to come back to me’, you thought, dreaming of those beautiful blue eyes once more as you skimmed the pitch until you spotted her in front of a camera being interviewed by Sky Sports. By this time the fans had all trickled down and you three were the only ones there. “I think we should go (y/n/n), she’s probably forgotten about you” joked your friend. “Hey! Don’t ruin my daydream like that, who do you think you are?” you laughed and gently slapped your friend. It was at that moment you spotted Rachel look towards you in a way to check you were still there and told your friends you’re not leaving unless she goes back into the tunnel. They carried on the conversation but your mind was elsewhere, eyes firmly set on Rachel willing her to come running back to you.

To pass the time you began to flick through Insta Stories seeing the players repost the team photos from the day. Later looking up to see the striker jogging towards you waving something above her head with the biggest smile on her face… it was a sharpie! “I’m so glad you’re still here, sorry that took a lot longer than I thought it would”, “that’s okay, was starting to think you were taking ages hoping we would leave!” you laughed cautiously hoping that wasn’t the real reason. “Of course not! I wouldn’t have said I’d come back if I didn’t mean it!” she said reassuringly. Your friends asked if you could have a photo and as you opened the camera on your phone Rachel leaned her head in for a closer look “is that me and Millie?!” she asked surprised to see her picture as your background, “yeah after you won the euros, it makes me happy” trying to play it cool. She snapped a few photos of you all and passed your phone back, “tell you what, to say sorry for keeping you waiting how about I give you a behind the scenes tour?” she asked. “Well I know nobody has ever said no to that!” you chuckled nervously, “I’ve never invited someone on a tour before” she smiled “so you better not say no!” You both giggled at each other but when you asked if your friends could come, Rachel’s facial expression changed - “there’s actually only room for one, I could still get in trouble for that”. Your friends shook your shoulders and insisted you go, they both gave you a look that said ‘have the best fucking time and tell us EVERYTHING when you get out!’ You told them that you’ll call them after to find out where to meet back up as Rachel took your hand and lead you to the hatch onto the pitch. “Look after her!” your bff shouted “of course I will!” Rachel shouted back in her northern accent that made you want to melt.

Rachel lead you across the pitch towards the dugouts as she was telling you about the different stands and where her family sit on game day. Once in the tunnel, the blonde stopped and took her shirt out of your hand “you can put this on if you want” she said with a half smile/half smirk. “I’d look a bit fangirly don’t you think” you joked. “Nothing wrong with that!” she replied while elbowing you in the ribs lightly. Looking around to make sure no one else was watching you lifted your England top above your head to show off your new bra before pulling on the number 9 shirt. ‘Thank god I decided to wear the sexy underwear today’, you thought to yourself. You knew her eyes were on you the entire time and you couldn’t resist the attention. “Does it suit me?” you asked while spinning round to show off her name on your back. Rachel pouted her lips and nodded with a suggestive look on her face “you know there were toilets over there but I’m not complaining” coyly biting her bottom lip and holding your gaze for a moment. “Come on I’ll show you the changing room”, Rachel pushed a door open forcefully while shouting “GIRLS, are you decent?!” A cluster of different voices came from the other side, but one stood out - Millie Bright “you don’t usually care Rach!” she cackled. “Well today’s different, EVERYONE! I’d like to introduce you to my biggest fan!” strutting inside and making you do a twirl in front of the team. Feeling firmly embarrassed you quipped up “so that’s why you made me put this on before coming in here, so you can prance me around like your prized cow!” Millie almost spat out her drink and the other girls laughed at your comment making you feel more at ease.

“Oh like that is it” piped up Beth Mead, as you shot her a puzzled look “Rachel only gives her shirts to sick kids or girls she thinks are hot” she explained. A smile spread across your face as you turned your head towards Rachel with a raised eyebrow. “Well I’m not sick” your smirk remained firm as Rachel looked flustered, her cover blown making your confidence sky rocket. “So I am your prized cow” you joked, “I think you’re more of a goat” she said cautiously holding back laughter.

That’s when Alessia Russo came wandering in “Rach, physio wants you… who’s this?” she asked as she noticed a stranger standing in the middle of the changing room. “Rachel’s prize goat” Millie snorted into her drink. Lessi looked puzzled but introduced herself and sat down with the others. “Okay I’ll pop to physio, I won’t be long. Girls can you make her feel at home, oh and sign her England shirt yeah - don’t touch mine!” she grazed the small of your back as she ran out of the room and down a corridor.

Millie was the first to approach you and ask your name as she took your England shirt out of your hand. “(Y/n)” you replied with a smile while holding it taught so she could sign it. “Nice to meet you (y/n), Rachel’s a nutter but she’ll take care of you” she said passing your shirt around to the others. “Did you enjoy the game?” gesturing for you to sit next to her on the bench. You explained how it was your first England game and thought it was incredible and how it made you feel so happy. “I can’t believe I’m back here with all of you, I’m going to wake up in a minute and it was all a dream!” Beth walked over and pinched you shout out in discomfort, “see, we’re real! We’re just normal people!”

Suddenly Mary Earps appeared from nowhere and caught you off guard “OMG MEARPS!” fangirling a little bit in front of the goalie before going in for a hug “you’re fucking amazing!” “Yes, yes I am aren’t I” she said with cockiness as she flicked her hair over her shoulder - exactly how you imagined she’d react. “Girls I’ve found a new tiktok dance who wants to do it?” The usual culprits - Millie and Beth expressed their enthusiasm before realising they were down a member. “Do you know how to dance?” Mary asked, “I’m probably worse than Rachel tbh!” laughing nervously over what you were about to get dragged into. “That’s impossible!” she said enthusiastically, taking your arm and dragging you to the other side of the room to show you all what the trend was. The other girls fizzled out of the room saying their goodbyes, you thanked them for making you feel welcome and for signing your shirt. It was just you four left in the room, Millie taking lead being the dance teacher trying to get you all up to standard before recording.

“Right we better head off, we have an early one tomorrow!” they said as they started packing up their belongings. Asking what was happening and they told you they have training for the next friendly against Brazil in the morning. “Can you remind Rachel please, she’s so forgetful!” Millie said while giving you a big tight squeeze, you said you’ll try as you’re also forgetful and it’s not everyday you meet your idols. Millie then pecked your forehead which made your heart miss a beat as you gazed up at her big blue eyes, your knees felt weak and you wondered who you could possible be crushing harder on. Remembering that sadly Millie is straight you went back to thinking of Rachel. “Hope to see you tomorrow!” Beth called out as they all left together.

With that, you were left alone in the changing room wondering what happens next, ‘where’s Rachel? Am I just meant to wait here for her to come back? Have I overstayed my welcome and should just disappear?’ You decided to FaceTime your friends and tell them about what’s happened, they wanted all the details - the shirt, the tiktok, the Millie kiss, and now you’re alone wondering what to do. You showed them around the room and pointed out everyone’s shirts that were left on hooks and all the boots on the floor. Suddenly your conversation was interrupted by a man walking in. He looked at you weird and asked who you were; telling him you’re a friend of Rachel’s and waiting for her to get back from physio. He looked at you questionably while picking up the dirty kits then left. “Friend of Rachel’s are ya?” your friends piped up, you forgot you were on the phone to them during that awkward encounter. You bragged how Beth said she hoped to see you tomorrow then stuck your tongue out and hung up, looking around the room wondering what to do next. You edged towards the corridor you saw Rachel leave through earlier and decided to call out for her. “Rachel?” “Yeah?” “Erm.. I think I’m gonna go” “what?! You have to leave?” the disappointment in her voice obvious, “well.. no but everyone’s gone and a man came in and looked at me like I’m a stalker” “oh that’s Gary don’t mind him! I’m down here, come join me!”

Part Two - The Night That Changed Everything 🔞

[black-aurora-nora]

Come Back to Me (Yandere!Kyojuro x Reader)

Commission for @iloveyouforinfinitykyojuro

Warning: This writing contains manipulative behavior, creepy behavior and toxic relationships. Read with caution if any of these themes are triggering.

This takes place in a Modern!AU where both Kyojuro and reader are students in college.

Soft, pink petals delicately drifted down to the ground, the wind was softly blowing through your hair as you stared up at the sky, waiting for Kyojuro to show up.

He'd texted you earlier asking if you could meet him under the sakura tree in the middle of campus and you agreed. You loved hanging out with Kyojuro, he always made you laugh and told the best stories. It was a nice addition to your day.

"(Y/N)!"

You turned towards the sound and smiled brightly at the firehead, "Kyojuro! What's up? You said you needed to tell me something important?" You hoped it wasn't anything bad.

His smile brightened even more, "Yes, actually. I've got something to confess!"

You nodded, gesturing for him to go on.

More sakura petals continued to snow around you both as Kyojuro stepped up to you, gently taking your hand with warm eyes, "(Y/N)..." He paused for a moment, "I love you! I've loved you since we first met freshman year! Please tell me you feel the same!"

"Ohh, Kyojuro..." Your tone made his smile fade ever so slightly and as much as it hurt to see his smile begin to fade, you felt that you needed to tell him, "Kyojuro, I'm sorry. I don't feel the same way. I'm in love with someone else and we've been talking for more than two months now."

The firehead put on a forced smile, trying not to seem heartbroken that the rumors of you being interested in Akaza were true. But it was no matter, he'd fix that soon enough, "It's okay, (Y/N). I hope I didn't make things awkward between us."

You shrugged with an uncertain smile, "A little," You admitted honestly, "But that's okay! I hope you find someone soon enough, though!"

You both chatted for a while longer before you had to leave to go to class.

As you waved goodbye, Rengoku smiled as his plan ran through his head.

You'd be coming back soon enough.

"Akaza!"

The black-haired man turned around with a big smile, setting his weights down, "Kyo! I haven't seen you for a hot minute man! What's up?"

"There's a house party going on this Friday, I was wondering if you wanted to come? There's a new friend of mine that I want you to meet."

He nodded after some thought, "Sure, man, what's their name? Do they go to school here?"

"Her name is Koyuki, she just joined at the beginning of the spring semester. I thought that you guys might hit it off." Kyojuro explained, showing a picture from her Insta page.

At Akaza's gobsmacked expression, he knew he'd already had the cat in the bag.

"Y-Yeah, man, I'll definitely be there."

You glanced down at your phone, unbelieving.

All those months of talking to Akaza just down the drain and he didn't even bother to say anything to you. The fucker had decided to ghost you instead and block you from all his social medias.

You only found out about him being with Koyuki because one of your mutuals posted of picture of them together, congratulating their 'cute relationship'.

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked through the comments, all commenting or congratulating the relationship.

It was like you'd never existed.

There was a knock on your door and you begrudgingly opened it to see Kyojuro. He looked worried.

"(Y/N), I saw Akaza's post about... nevermind, are you okay?"

More tears welled in your eyes as you shook your head and Kyojuro could feel the happiness welling inside him. You were heartbroken and you had no one else to fix it except him; your boyfriend.

"Kyojuro... I'm so sorry that I rejected you that day..." You whimpered sadly, "I-I should've realized that Akaza didn't love me the same way you do..." You glanced down at the ground with shame.

The tears began to drip down and you stepped closer to Kyojuro's frame, "C-can you forgive me?"

He smiled, opening his arms and squeezing you tight as you cried into his chest, "Of course I can."

[thatsthat24]

Man, I have no idea how you all manage to leave me utterly GOBSMACKED every week, but I am not complaining!! Take in all the frickin cool creations in this #SuperArtSaturday!! Check this post out on my Insta (ThomasSanders) to see the artists! 🎨

[ohbae-me]

Congratulations on reaching 1500 followers 🥳 . If possible for you could you do a match up for me please.

My Personality in few words :-

• Caring

• Loyal

• Protective

• Sarcastic

• Innovative

• Understanding

• Challenging

I'm a Ambivert. I'm a Realist if it counts, if not am a pessimist. I keep my emotions to my self and will rarely tell anyone how I feel. I don't judge a person by what I hear only after I interact with them and get to know them will I draw up a conclusion. I dislike being ignored when I am speaking. I tend to space off in classes if I'm not interested. I dislike being nagged constantly. If I'm given a task to do I will do it at my own pace if it's not urgent. In my day-to-day life I would describe myself as a easygoing person I will put in the required amount of effort based on the importance of the work I'm doing. I am a perfectionist only if the topic catches my interest other wise nope.

I can also be lazy at times. I'm naturally sarcastic and I don't really realize it at all so I can be sarcastically insulting at times. I also tend to curse 🤬 alot. I have a bad habit of subconsciously ignoring people when I'm engrossed with something.

I like to read fiction or fantasy online novels, comics, manga, webtoons and occasional watch anime and k-drama . I love listening to music when I read or while doing arts and crafts, I'm good at drawing and painting and generally making things which interests me currently I have taken to Diamond painting. I like meeting my friends and hanging out. I like scrolling though insta but rarely post at all. I like playing video games . I like to try new and different foods when traveling abroad and I occasionally cook and bake. I like spicy foods and my favorite is seafood 😋.  I like to grow flowers and plants. I like drinking Chai / tea. I also like sweets of any kind.

I dislike maths and anything related to mathematics. I don't like rainy weather and would prefer to stay in doors. I don't like being on stage and have stage fright. I have a phobia of spiders.

My biggest peeve is being told what to do or where to go. Over controlling and over possessiveness.

For me family and trust is very important and if you can't give me basic trust it will not work.

I'm a INFP. My zodiac is Cancer ♋ and it definitely aligns with my personality. I'm a Type 4 on the Enneagram. My Hogwarts house is Ravenclaw

Thank You 😊

✨✨ I pair you with Satan! (My other would be Belphie)

Satan and you initially bond over your annoyance at Lucifer. The oldest had been nagging at you about your studies, chores, and anything else he could think of just for the sake of it. After a long bitchfest together at a nearby cafe, the two of you become super close. If you zone out too much in class or have a hard time understanding the subject, Satan will always offer to tutor you, but will absolutely cave if you ask to just copy his work instead. He absolutely loves your sarcastic nature and enjoys just sitting back and watching you sass his brothers. On more than one occasion, Satan has gone off on a tangent to you, whether it be about his latest book, tv drama or Lucifer, only to find that you haven't heard a word he's said. You're so caught up in your art you didn't even realize anyone else was in the room! He is initially slightly annoyed, but he can't stay mad, your concentrated expression is too adorable. Instead he'll just make himself comfortable nearby with his book and wait for you to come show him what you've created. He is very supportive of all your hobbies, and praises you whenever he can. He also asks lots of questions about it, because he likes how you light up about it. He definitely shows it off as well! You nearly give the man a heart attack one morning when a poor spider decided to take up residency in Satan's bathroom. He's never left bed faster than when he heard your scream. He's a bit gobsmacked to realize it's a spider that's got you so freaked out (but knowing devildom spiders it probably is even worse than human world ones 😳) seeing as you live with a family of demons, he just wasn't expecting that particular fear. Yet, he does his duty and swiftly obliterates the creature for you. Is very careful after that to make sure the house is spider free. The two of you just work so well beside each other, sharing in each other's interests that the rest of the house can't help but be jealous about it.

[madfantasy]

Dear blogging

How are you today? Sending all the good vibes towards you. I feel much at ease as I had payed for Internet last minute just now (its thanks to you🙏💛) and happy to say Mani will be with you for another month🌟

(Just a small reminder I'm open for commissions to save up for the next one🍀)

Im just going to blab bout life and me art as usual, if you graciously don't mind c':

☆ I'm much at ease, it's the raining seasons in the bare deserts and I'm loving it(Actually, just came in from losing it a bit under the rain, heh) Not the part where it leaked into my carpeted room whilst getting fiercer :' I'm not particularly fond of cold weather, either. I almost enter dull stage of hibernation, being tightly wrapped with blankets and constantly breathing in cold air. I like to muse being born on December does a cold blooded creature make, hehe. But the quiet is much appreciated. They are almost drowsy all the time and I've got the chance to listened to lots of Hercule Poirot. Ironically my last random chapter was him having an old fashioned English Christmas, and it gave me a crave for puddings I haven't got the slightest idea how they taste lo'

I've missed the sun for almost a month and a half now, in much arguments over restricting the yard at first, but now it was a sleep issue. I finally woken up today to see the sun and felt very much.. "yes, I'm in my element " brighter feel

Speaking of which; I dedicate this song for you dears 💛💛🔥

And also this bug i found if ur interested

☆ I've also, naturally, been sketch-storming with my new tablet! I was simply tittering over all the new discoveries I've been making, while also being gobsmacked at how much painfully sore some side are lacking, and some I had no clue what I'm supposed to do with it, like confused grumpy grand-er

For example;

I love how crystal clear it is, but I guess I can now see the brush's repeating circle pixel and pattern which makes it too artificial for my taste and hender my trust in making strokes. I suppose its nice to zoom out just to be sure my process is fine or whatever idk :'

The softwares DO NOT lag when the canvas is big! Ugh, means I can fatten up the size of my pictures easily. But that's surely eats up the storage, and I found out last minute that ipad doesn't have sd slots, unless you have to buy an adapter. Which is the main lack in this stuff. Everything costs. You want to sneeze while holding the tablet? You can't till u buy a permit.

So yeah, my favourite drawing program there, Clip Studio Paint, is can only used by annual/ monthly subscription licence, while its one-time licences is only for windows, means having to by different licences for different systems. So I'm using the free month trail to get by for now, so be sure to read carefully which on is which before purchasing. ProCreate is a one time purchase, tho. And it has TIME LAPS VIDS idk why I go crazy but I love the fact that I can record my art with no effort or pause (cuz I can never sit 1 hr continuously, honestly), and you can see my horribly-edited vid practices on tiktok or insta as @MadFantasy_ . But as we were saying, they even more double storage intake hehe. Love how ridiculously fancy the lines smoothing on it, I can act up as a calligrapher easy and I'm a joke at it! Also I'm thinking of trying Craft Pro as well, is a one time purchase too. Will go through it in details when I cover all the corners cx

"Are you with me or are we together "

Sharing files between my pc and ipad is too much work, found an easy way I'm loving already, go to SnapeDrop dot net on both pc and ipad and basically all the devices on your network can share stuff! Instead of me pluging it and turning the app or sending by mail, ugh

If you're used to shortcuts, good luck being fast on it unless you get a keyboard, or in my case, screen on keyboard im looking an app for, and by mentioning apps

Regional restrictions, I couldn't download tumblr cause its not available in my region 8L

And alot of other things to be expected, really with more to share if its not much of an annoyance cx

I hope days brings you more ease and what much you desire my dears, happy everything you celebrate 🌋🔥🔥💛🙌

Always sending my love

Mani

3.12.2020 8 pm

[justonearepa]

LIKE A PHOENIX I HAVE RISEN (aka im back after 4yrs hi - thank you post)

Ayyyy everyone! This account is 10 years old and used to be a major hot spot. After high school, though, I used it less and less as my health declined. It’s been ~4 years since my last comeback (in the form of Fantastic Beasts, Stranger Things S1, The Wonder Woman film, etc). I just really wanted to thank everyone who’s stuck around even in the years I’ve been gone. I’m gobsmacked at how many of my old posts are still circulating with thousands of notes! But I’m most impressed by / thankful for those of you who’ve been here since I was mrs--lovett and in the midst of writing the fanfiction people STILL track me down for (eek). Even if you just didn’t bother to unfollow me, you still mean the world to me <3. If you want to follow me on insta, my main/business page (my business is HP I’m a professional character impersonator and trained wand duelling instructor xD) is @thenewtcase, and my WIP personal is @alloalexsaur This whole comeback has my blog thrown into a WIP so bear with me.  In my absence I’ve gained my job as professionally portraying (currently Newt and Bellatrix) with training in wand duelling and an expertise in Magizoology as event entertainment. Somehow I scored a gig teaching the duelling classes at The Wizard Springtime Market (an annual smash-hit event in MA covering all of New England) where I met my good friend Ed - literally Ollivander Jr. I was scouted by a fellow Wiccan (with ~40yrs more experience, mind you) at a con where I was dressed as Teddy Lupin and by some miracle befriended the very person I had come to see - Chris Rankin (aka Percy Weasley in the films) and his girlfriend Ness. Now, they’re family <3. Trust me it hasn’t all been good and my health continues to decline... but I’m trying to reinstate my presence on social media and connect more as I expand my art and myself. Hufflehugs for all <3 -Alex and/or Max i really don’t know anymore (wasn’t expecting that crisis 7yrs in)

[alvertesongdiary]

Jme feat. Skepta - Nang

Oi, how did man get that whip? Buss up the mic and spit Oi, how did man get that yard? Mash up the mic, go hard Oi, oi, how did man get on stage? Pick up the mic and spray Oi, how did man get that far? What?! Bruck up the mic with bars

Nang, going on nang Nang, them man are going on nang Nang, going on nang Nang, them man are going on nang

You know when I step on the mic I do this ting You man better get on your bike and move in sync If you never believe man will start rinsing I don't give a shit and I'm mighty convincing Don't approach me when I'm eating I don't wanna listen to what man is teaching Man are going crazy asking me bullshit All I hear, ring-ding-da-ding-ding-ding! Even when I step in the dance they got questions So bait, man wanna ask where's the restroom Halfway through the answer man's gobsmacked Like I wasn't clocking you glancing at Skepta I clock you before you clock me In my black top like I said on 'That's Not Me' Kick down the apple and pears and that's cockney On stage mandem are scared, they can't stop me, what?

Nang, going on nang Nang, them man are going on nang Nang, going on nang Nang, them man are going on nang

So, what? Fam, I'm sick of these, pussyoles in this industry Man got batteries put in his back and then they wanna speak up instantly Mandem are making history You man can't do shit to me When you see me I got the same energy but you ain't saying nuttin' like Mr Bean What? Yeah, man I move too sick Fifteen years deep you man ain't on shit Games in my hand fam and I've gone switch Come for the ball, get a panna on pitch Try take the piss since man I got rich? Get a reality check I'll wake him up quick Can't call yourself a grime MC if you can't come radio, stand up and spit

Oi, how did man get that whip? Buss up the mic and spit Oi, how did man get that yard? Mash up the mic, go hard Oi, oi, how did man get on stage? Pick up the mic and spray Oi, how did man get that far? What?! Bruck up the mic with bars

Nang, going on nang Nang, them man are going on nang Nang, going on nang Nang, them man are going on nang

I don't take back chat or disrespect, already know the gang and I'm suttin' like Big Fris Fuck the opps, it's their loss, I cut them off How could I get pissed off, bodies get ticked off I hope you brush your teeth, before you talk about the big boss Brand new bed sheets, covered in your wifey's lip gloss You was at the top but you slipped off They hate the way I took what's mine Fucked off, came back, took some more, fucked off again Turned Shoreditch into a cunch spot, and I got more sauce in the dutch pot I do the producing, do the booth, I do the bouncing Funny guy, couldn't be me you're clowning Ten summers at the top and I'm still counting Said they don't rate me but when I bring out a new riddim they're listening Tryna find out who did the mixing, what was MsM Engineer thinking? Yeah, we was in the studio, doing up greatness You was on Insta, doing up shameless Peng ting, said she had enough of the fakeness Told me she loves the way that I don't beg friend with any of them

Nang, going on nang Nang, them man are going on nang Nang, going on nang Nang, them man are going on nang Nang, going on nang Nang, them man are going on nang Nang, going on nang Nang, them man are going on nang

25/06/2020

[fanforthefics]

Bennguin Animal husbandry for the 5+ headcannons 8D

1) Tyler is the big city slicker sent to the country to lay low during his scandal. It’s not a big scandal, he’s only minorly famous for being rich and hot on Instagram, but like, maybe he said some shit and did some shit that got caught on camera and his mom told him, very nicely but in her most Disappointed tone, that it would probably be good if he lay low for a while, just until her latest deal goes through. Tyler doesn’t actually want to fuck things up, even if it’s bullshit how much of a fuss everyone’s making about some partying and some admittedly badly phrased tweets, so he goes. It’s not like they don’t have the internet everywhere, and the dogs will be there so that’s what’s important.

The town he goes to is a little town in the middle of nowhere, which is about as close as Tyler gets to figuring out the geography. His mom knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy, and then Tyler’s driving up to an honest to god ranch, through some pastures that are filled with cows.

Gerry pops his head up, barks out the window at one of them. The cow does not react. “Yeah, we’re not in Kansas anymore,” Tyler agrees. Or maybe the point is they are. Where did his mom even send him?

Where she sent him, he sees on the sign when he turns in the drive, is the Star Ranch. And who she sent him too, he sees, when he gets out of the car and rings the bell, the dogs tugging excitedly on the leashes to explore, is a big man about Tyler’s age, with eyes as big and brown as the cows, and who looks far more surprised to see Tyler than Tyler is to see him.

“Hi, I’m Tyler Seguin,” Tyler says.

“Yeah, I know,” the dude mumbles. He runs a hand through his hair, then straightens. Tyler can’t help but look. His shirt’s loose, but damn. “I’m Jamie Benn, my family owns the place. Come on in.” He steps aside, still looking awkward. This...doesn’t bode well. But Tyler can make it work, he figures. There have to be some views around here for some good Insta posts. And at least the dogs will be happy.

2) To say Jamie’s happy to have a...lodger, at the ranch, is an overstatement. He gets why, and the money they’re getting for Seguin’s room and board is plenty welcome--they’re a small operation and money’s always tight--but to say Jamie’s awkward with new people is an understatement. Jordie always gives him shit when he says that, says he just needs to work at it, but Jamie doesn’t see why he should. He’s fine with the cows, with the employees on the farm, and at the market where they sell, and Jenny and Jordie can handle all the rest of the marketing and sales.

But it’s not like he doesn’t want Seguin to fit in. And, as Jenny had said, when they were talking it over, Seguin’s got more Instagram followers than Jamie can conceive of, so anything he says about the farm will be great publicity. The east coast hipsters, she says, are a vast but untapped market.

So he tries. He greets Seguin’s dogs, who seem pretty great and make Jamie laugh as they all try to lick his face, then shows them around, to the room where Seguin’ll be staying, around the house, whatever. It’s getting late to go around the grounds, and Seguin-call-me-Tyler-no-seriously had a long drive today; he doesn’t want to press. Tyler doesn’t ask, thougn he does look around at everything curiously, like it’s all alien to him. Jamie guesses it might be, for a kid who grew up in the city. It’s all Jamie’s ever known.

Still, it’s a relief when Jordie comes back in, so he can take over the conversation. He has Tyler chattering over dinner, about his drive and the dogs and his home and the Canucks and whatever else comes to mind. It’s nice, to have the noise; it’s always quieter when Jenny’s away, and Jamie and Jordie spend too much time together to talk too much. Tyler doesn’t seem to have that problem; Jamie can see why he’s so popular online, in the city. He’s pretty clearly making an effort, but that doesn’t stop the magnetic charm from working.

It probably helps that he’s got that ridiculous body and that smile and those curls that are like an invitation for someone’s fingers to tangle in them, and he clearly knows all those things. He flirts with Jamie and Jordie indiscriminately, and when Spezza comes in from the barn to tell them that he’s heading home for the night, Tyler flirts with him too.

After dinner, they clean up, and chat a little longer, then, Jordie stretches to head upstairs. “Night, then,” He says. Tyler makes a shocked face.

“Already?”

Jamie snorts, and Jordie grins. “Sun’s down, city boy. And we wake up early here.”

“Oh.” Tyler still looks gobsmacked.

“You don’t have to,” Jamie says, taking pity on him and the horror on his face, and only laughing a little. “Though the cows might wake you up anyway.”

“No rooster?” Tyler asks, rallying impressively. Jordie chuckles, ruffles Jamie’s hair, then heads upstairs with another good night.

It’s silent, for a long, long moment. Tyler’s just watching him.

“He also has to call his girlfriend,” Jamie offers. “That’s why, um. It’s early even for us.”

“Thank god.” Tyler grins. Jamie nods, but he doesn’t have anything to say either, so he gets up to go to bed too, after telling Tyler where the TV is and how the remote works and that shit. Tyler waves him away, but. He looks kind of alone, in the big kitchen all by himself, and very out of place.

3) Tyler spends three days almost always in his room. Or at least, Jamie thinks so; he’s in his room except for meals when Jamie’s in the house, anyway, and he doesn’t see him much around the ranch, except for when he’s running with the dogs. When he’s not in his room, he’s wandering around the house or the yard, fidgeting like a dog who can smell the rain.

He’s not getting in the way or anything, but Jamie still only lasts until the fourth day before he knocks loud on Tyler’s door, as the sun rises outside.

It takes him a few minutes, but then the door opens, and Tyler’s sleepy face pokes out. “Is something on fire?” He asks, rubbing a hand over his face. Jamie swallows, because Tyler sleep-rumpled is a sight, but then,

“Get dressed,” he says. “You’re helping out today.”

“I’m what?” Tyler asks, blinking. Not like he’s refusing, just like he doesn’t get it.

“You’re going to learn how a farm works,” Jamie tells him. “Come on, milking waits for no man.”

Tyler blinks, then shuts the door.

Jamie mostly expects for that to be the end of it, but five minutes later Tyler’s got jeans and an old Leafs t-shirt on, and he’s scrubbing water off his face. “Okay,” he says, looking determined. “Let’s go.”

So they do. Jamie takes him around the farm with him, introduces him to the hands and shows him how things are done. Tyler’s green, but he’s not stupid, and he asks questions and he touches the animals with the right amount of gentle firmness, and Jamie’s not going to think about that.

They’re finishing off feeding the sick cows in the barn when Esa comes over, to talk with Jamie about the fence in the back pasture.

“You finish up here,” Jamie tells Tyler, wiping his hands off on his jeans. “I’l come back when I’m done.”

Tyler stares at him, like he’s never heard that before. “Just—finish up? With this?”

“You’ve got the hang of it.” He’s been good so far. “I’ll be right back.”

“Um, yeah.” Tyler gives him a little salute, which makes Jamie chuckle. When he comes back from dealing with Esa, the cows are all fed, and Tyler’s looking at him, a little nervous and a little proud.

“Looks good,” Jamie tells him, and Tyler grins. Jamie can’t look at that grin for long.

They finish up the day, then go back in to shower before dinner. Before they go inside, though, Tyler catches his arm.

“Hey. Thanks. For this. I know I slowed you down, but—“

Jamie shrugs. “Looked like you needed something to do. And training only speeds people up in the long run.”

Tyler smiles again, then glances away for a second. “I thought you didn’t like me,” he admits, with a twist to his lips.

“Why?” Jamie doesn’t get it. He doubts anyone ever dislikes Tyler who’s met him.

“Because you didn’t talk to me?” Tyler says, with a self-deprecating laugh. “And wouldn’t look me in the eye?”

“Nah, that’s just Chubbs,” Jordie says, coming out of the office to throw an arm around Jamie. “I told you, he takes a while to settle in. How was your first day at the office?” He asks Tyler, and Tyler lights up again, talking about it.

Jamie slips away to shower as he does. There’s only so much of Tyler’s grin that a man can take.

4) It all spirals quickly, after that.

Tyler would like to say that he isn’t to blame. He’s only human, and he’d like to see the person who could see Jamie Benn hand-feeding a calf and not fall for him hard and fast. Or see him pitching hay, his shirt sticking to his broad chest as he worked in the sun. Or see him with the other employees, leading everyone like he’s forgotten he’s supposed to be shy and awkward. Or see how excited he gets about organic farming and all the sustainable changes they’ve made to the farm (that he’s made, Jordie tells Tyler, as Jamie pretends he isn’t listening; apparently it’s been Jamie’s baby). Or watched a baseball game with him, seen him yell at the screen and get flushed and hyped about it. Or just—seen Jamie, who looked at Tyler and saw what he needed, who didn’t hesitate to trust him with the things he loved most. Not a lot of people have trusted Tyler, historically.

And Brownie can go suck it, if he thinks this is just that Tyler usually falls hard and fast. Jamie’s different. Jamie’s not one of the charming people back in the city, all flirting and hard edges and fast times and fun. Jamie’s. Different, is all Tyler can say, and if Brownie doesn’t believe him, whatever. Tyler knows what’s up.

And for a while, it’s just sort of fun, in a hopeless sort of way; Tyler watches Jamie and banters with him and Jamie warms up, slow and sure. It’s sort of nice, actually; Tyler feels like he earned every time Jamie laughs at him, every time Jamie rolls his eyes and flips him off when he tries to sneak a picture of him framed by the morning light. It makes him feel special, that Jamie trusts him with that. And it just feels good, to make Jamie smile.

It also feels good to see Jamie squirm, which is why Tyler asks, at the bar Jamie took him to to meet up with some of his friends to give Jordie the house for the evening for a date night with his girlfriend, “So he was a big shot in high school?”

The guy Jamie had introduced as Tyson but who had corrected Jamie that it was T-Beauty laughs, as Jamie rolls his eyes.

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Tyson says, grinning mischievously at Jamie. “Shoulda seen him. Baseball, hockey—this guy was the shit.”

“Fuck off,” Jamie retorts, but he’s blushing in the good way. “It was all a team effort.”

“Sure, mon capitan.” Tyson salutes. Tyler laughs as Jamie shoves him almost off the stool. “Wow, see if I give you a compliment next time!”

“You compliment everyone, they aren’t worth anything,” Jamie complains, and Tyson scoffs. Tyler watches. It’s nice to see this too, Jamie casual and comfortable and having fun. He’s a little flushed from his few beers, even though they’re kind of shitty beers, and his long legs are stretched out in front of him.

“Fine then. Should we talk about how despite being captain of two varsity teams, you still only just managed to ask Jess Rogers to prom, then?” Tyson asks, and Tyler leans forward.

“Yeah, I think we should.”

“I really think we shouldn’t,” Jamie says. He pushes up from the table. “Another round?”

“Yeah. Whatever their best whiskey is, though, I need some real alcohol,” Tyler tells him, and Jamie makes a face but goes. Tyler is, again, only human, so he watches a little. Jamie’s jeans are not doing him any favors, but it still manages to work.

He starts to dig more about high school Jamie, because that’s definitely a topic he wants to know more about, so he only looks back at the bar to see some guy chatting with Jamie, a guy a little shorter than Jamie wearing flannel and cowboy boots and standing just a little closer in Jamie’s space that Tyler’s seen Jamie be comfortable with before.

“Oh, hey, speak of the devil,” Tyson says, following Tyler’s gaze.

“What?”

“Jess Rogers.” Tyson nods towards the guy. Tyler’s heart thumps. And maybe his dick a little bit. Okay then. “He’s been trying to get back in Chubbs’ pants since high school, but he was kind of a dick. And not in the way Jamie likes.”

“So that’s what Jamie likes? Dicks?” Tyler tries to be casual, but that’s not something he’s particularly good at.

Tyson gives Tyler a look like he definitely failed at the casual. “The literal kind, sure. The metaphorical kind…I’ll leave the shovel talks to Jord, eh? He’s more intimidating than me.”

Tyler reaches out to pay Tyson’s arm. “Don’t sell yourself short,” He tells him, and Tyson laughs.

“I like him, can we keep him?” He asks Jamie, when Jamie gets back. He hands Tyler a drink, and Tyler takes it. When he takes a sip, he let some linger on his lips so he can lick them, keep eye contact with Jamie.

Jamie definitely watches his tongue. “Um, yeah,” he says, just a beat too late. “As long as he’s here.”

5) Subtlety is not Tyler’s game, and what he needs is just to see, so he doesn’t particularly try. He pushes hard into Jamie’s space, he flexes, he flirts hard, and it gets him what he wants—Jamie is definitely looking back. He didn’t notice before, didn’t think there was a reason to, but. He knows how people who want to fuck him look at him, and that’s definitely it.

Or. It’s it. But maybe it’s more? Tyler’s less certain about that look.

Anyway, one step at a time, and Tyler knows how to put his best foot forward, so he waits until they get back to the ranch, after he lets the dogs back in and Jamie feeds them both water. Then he steps forward until Jamie’s back is to the wall, and he could move if he wanted to but it’d take pushing past Tyler.

Jamie’s breath catches, and his eyes widen. “Ty?” He asks, a little quiet. Unsure. Like he thinks he might be reading this wrong.

“No harm no foul if I’m wrong,” Tyler says, and then he kisses Jamie. Jamie’s not surprised for long, and of course he kisses like Tyler thought he might, beneath all the aw shucks Canadian boy exterior—bossy and sure and steady. It’s not the best kiss Tyler’s ever had, probably, technically, but who cares about technicalities when Tyler can bite at Jamie’s lip and hear the noise he makes at that? When Tyler can pull back to see Jamie staring at him, still like he’s confused but also like he’s so, so pleased?

“Um. So. You want—” Jamie starts, and it sounds like it might take him a while, so Tyler takes over.

“Upstairs, Jameson. Unless you want your brother to catch us bare-assed on the couch.”

Jamie snorts, grins. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” he says, with that hint of a grin in his eyes, and Tyler laughs incredulously as he tugs Jamie upstairs.

6) Jamie’s days pass in a haze of Tyler. He gets his work done, of course, but—Tyler comes with him around the farm, helps out on his own tasks. Pushes him onto the hay of the barn to kiss him, like Jamie all sweaty really gets him going. Poses for selfies with cows and tries to coax Jamie into them. Works out in the yard when he knows Jamie’s working on accounts in the office with the window with a view. And then when they’re done for the day, it’s just—more Tyler, joking and teasing and snapping his pictures and bugging Jordie and waiting for Jordie to go to bed before pushing Jamie onto the couch and going to his knees.

Jamie’s not a virgin, he’s had sex before. He’s had boyfriends before, and they’ve had very satisfying sex lives. But Tyler’s—it’s pretty clear he’s done a lot of shit Jamie hasn’t thought of, and he’s happy to share the fruits of his experience with Jamie.

But it’s not just that. Tyler’s—he helps out with the calves, and he’s started trying to learn to ride a horse even though he’s laughably bad at it, and he sometimes grabs Jamie’s hand just to play with his fingers, casual and sweeter than Jamie had expected.

Jordie just laughs and rolls his eyes at them when he sees them, because if Jamie had been considering keeping it a secret, that chance was basically gone when he’d come down with a hickey on his neck and Tyler looking very smug. It’s…nice. Working on the farm, coming home to dinner with his brother and Tyler.

��He seems very nice,” Jenny agrees. She’s back in town for a few days, and had, like everyone else, been immediately charmed by Tyler. Now she’s sitting at a booth in the bar with Jamie, watching as Tyler dances with one of the girls there. Jamie would maybe be jealous, but Tyler keeps looking at Jamie, like he’s checking in, and also—Tyler’s really hot when he dances. He dances like he knows everyone’s watching and he loves it.

“He’s going to break your heart.” Jenny doesn’t say it like an accusation. She says it like a fact.

“Yeah.” Jamie’s not stupid. He knows what’s going to happen. Tyler’s a city boy, and he’s still got his Instagram and his twitter he updates all the time and all the friends who keep up blowing up his home and the way he laughs at their run down bar and complains about how there’s no good Chinese food and ordered better sheets online because theirs weren’t soft enough. Tyler’s bright as a star, and about as far away. Jamie knows that. Knows that once everything’s died down, Tyler’s going to go back to the city and forget all about this dull little town. “But it’s good while it lasts.”

Jenny shakes her head. “Jamie—“ she starts, all big sister, but then Tyler’s there, holding out his hands.

“Do you mind if I steal your brother?” he asks Jenny. “Someone said there was going to be a line dance and I need someone to show me how.”

“Oh I am not—“

“Take him,” Jenny says, laughing a little. She catches Jamie’s eye, shrugs. “He’s being modest, he’s good at them.”

“Of course he is, what isn’t he good at?” Tyler asks, and Jamie snorts and rolls his eyes but lets Tyler pull him to the dance floor. It is good, he thinks, Tyler’s hand in his. For as long as he can have it.  

7) Tyler doesn’t think about any of that—about the future, about what happens when he goes home. He just thinks about Jamie. He knows he’s playing out of his league here, because he’s a fuck up and Jamie’s—Jamie, steady and grown up and a business owner and all that, but Tyler knows what he’s good at, and he’s definitely got tricks in bed that Jamie’s not used to. Which works out well all around, because Jamie might not be used to them but he can read Tyler’s play like nobody’s business, and he’s learning fast. Tyler’s—worried is the wrong word, but…he’s not entirely sure how he’ll keep tricking Jamie into staying with him, when the sex stops being so novel. Normally Tyler’d buy him shit, or something, but the time Tyler had gotten Jamie some nicer sunglasses Jamie had thanked him, but given him an odd look, and he still wore his old ones.

But for now, Tyler’s…happy. Sure, the ranch is a little quiet, but he likes working with animals, and how he’s getting enough of a hang of the ranch that he actually feels like he’s being helpful sometimes, and hanging out at the bar even with its shitty beer and janky sound system, and he likes Jamie. He lies Jamie a lot.

“Yeah, you’ve said,” Brownie tells him, patient even though Tyler’s told him about Jamie’s thighs a hundred times, probably. Tyler loves his bro. “Are you sure, though? This place looks weird.”

“What do you mean?” Tyler asks, defensive. The ranch is fucking great.

“The pictures on the website make it look like it’s in the 40s, that’s all.” Tyler makes a face, and pulls out his laptop. Brownie’s not wrong.

“Has anyone redone your website in the past forever?” He asks Jamie, knocking on the office door. Jamie looks up from his computer, with the pinched expression he always gets when he’s been thinking about the accounts. Tyler doesn’t want to ask, because it’s none of his business, but he knows what everyone says about farms and how shitty the business is nowadays.

“Um, I don’t know. I think my dad got someone to make it a while ago? We haven’t had the money to hire someone.” Jamie flushes, like he always does when he as to admit to shit like that.

“Bro, you know that like, it’s all about marketing these days, right?” Tyler asks. “Do you even have social media?”

“I don’t know, I think Jenny does—“

“OH, wow, your twitter hasn’t been updated for literal years.” Tyler shakes his head. “Come on, you have adorable animals as your business, how is this nor working?”

“We’ve been busy trying to run a business,” Jamie snaps, that temper of his—slow to rise, but Jamie’s seen him blow up at some teenager who was throwing rocks at the cows—coming in.

“Yeah, right,” Tyler mutters. Obviously this is none of his business. “Clearly I know nothing about that.”

“Fuck, Ty—“ Jamie takes a breath, runs a hand over his face. “I didn’t—I just don’t know about shit like that, okay? Jordie made me shut down my twitter after I did some stupid drunk tweets.”

“Okay, I need to see those, first,” Tyler informs him. “And. Yeah. Okay. So you don’t mind if I take some photos of the calves?”

“No? I don’t see why—“

“Trust me,” Tyler tells him, patting his thigh, and Jamie looks up at him, no hesitation.

“Of course.”

Tyler swallows. It’s so easy. It makes Tyler feel like he deserves it. Like he wants to be the kind of guy who deserves it.

8) Then—Tyler’s mom calls, and says it’s time he can come home.

She calls Tyler, then Jamie separately, to finalize the payments. So Tyler’s already packing when Jamie knocks on his door. Jamie’s not surprised, that he’s getting out of here as fast as he can. He’s just.

Well, he knew what was going to happen, didn’t he?

“So your flight’s tomorrow?” He asks.

“Yeah, bright and early.” Tyler surveys his room. A lot of his shit’s moved to Jamie’s in the past few months, so there’s actually not too much here. “God, I can’t wait to see everyone. Brownie’s been texting me nonstop since I told him, we’ve got so much to catch up on.”

“Right.” Jamie swallows. “Good. I’m glad you get to go home.” He’s not going to be an asshole about this, he’s not.

“And mom got a new dog! She’s got to meet her nephews.”

“Yeah,” Jamie agrees, and Tyler turns to look at him. Jamie tries, he really does, but Tyler’s managed to get good at reading him, these past months. His hand comes up, rests on Jamie’s cheek.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“What’s up?” Jamie echoes. “I—fuck it, never mind.” He turns on his heel, to go downstairs, to go out with the animals who don’t leave him behind. Who are his, his land, his town.

“Jamie! Come on, what’s wrong?” Tyler follows him down the stairs. “Tell me.”

“It’s nothing,” Jamie says, tight. “Have fun in the city. Maybe think about us when you eat some ice cream, if you use real cream.”

“What?” Tyler’s arms cross over his chest. “Think about you?”

“If you have the time.”

“If I—what the hell?” Tyler demands. “Are you breaking up with me?” He throws it at Jamie, but Jamie’s known him well enough to hear what’s underneath it.

“It’s not—you’re leaving,” Jamie says. It’s obvious.

“Yeah, so? They’ve got things called phones now? And FaceTime?”  He’s getting paler, as Jamie shakes his head. “Are you honestly dumping me when you can’t get laid all the time anymore?”

“Don’t be a dick,” Jamie snaps. “I just don’t want to draw out you breaking my heart.”

“So you’re going to break mine now?” Tyler retorts. “Fuck you.”

Maybe this is easier,  Jamie thinks. Maybe it is easier like this.

“Fine,” he says, and takes a breath. Straightens. He’s fine here. He’ll be fine again. “Good luck, Ty. I mean it.”

Tyler glares, and Jamie goes outside.

9) He doesn’t see Tyler again before he leaves.

10) Tyler goes home, because fuck Jamie. Fuck Jamie and his ranch and his earnestness and his thinking Tyler would just forget about him. Tyler wishes he could forget about Jamie. He tries. Tyler goes out to a party the second night he’s back, after spending the first with his mom, pretending like she doesn’t see right through him. He goes out and dances and drinks and finds a guy and tells himself he is definitely going to hook up with him. He definitely is, and who cares who might have a camera, who might see and talk about wild, scandalous Tyler Seguin—

Except. Except he can’t help but see Jamie’s face, and of course, and fuck him. Fuck him for ruining this too. Fuck him for making Tyler think he doesn’t need this.

Tyler gets home by 1. He can’t help but notice his mom’s smile, the next morning.

So partying doesn’t work, so Tyler tries something else. It doesn’t take much research to find a shelter, which seems up his alley. And it’s—it is fun, because it’s playing with puppies, and that’s never work, but. It’s not the ranch. It doesn’t have the same feel to it. Tyler’s volunteering, sure, but he’s not—he’s not adding something a five year old couldn’t do. (There’s no Jamie, Tyler knows. That’s the difference. But Jamie hadn’t wanted him in the end, he’d figured out that Tyler wasn’t worth keeping without sex, and that’s. Not unexpected.).

Then Jenny shows up at his door.

“Hi,” he says, too confused not to let her in. Or maybe to resist her pushing her way in. “Yeah, come in.”

She makes it to the entranceway before she turns on him. It’s like a weird dream, having a Benn standing here, in his house. “I told him it was a bad idea,” she says, like they’d started the conversation already. “I told him it would fuck him up, but did he listen to his older, wiser sister? Of course not.”

“What—“

“My brother,” she says, stabbing a finger at him, “Has been miserable.”

It’s a weird mixture of feelings that evokes in Tyler; he never wants Jamie to be unhappy, but there’s a visceral satisfaction in it too. “So?” He manages to ask. “He broke up with me.”

She snorts. “You can’t break something with an end date.”

“We didn’t have an end date he didn’t put on it,” Tyler snaps. She rolls her eyes.

“Come on. Like you were ever planning to stay with him when you were done with us.”

“Of course I was,” Tyler retorts. She rolls her eyes again, all condescension.

“And what, show him off to your fancy city friends? Your hick boyfriend? Sure.” She shakes her head. “We all knew what it meant.”

“Yeah, I’d have introduced my boyfriend,” Tyler says, trying to keep calm. He would have. He—it’s weird enough having Jenny here, he thinks. It’s true. What would Jamie do here? At one of the parties, like last night? He would have. He would have. “What are you doing here, anyway?” He asks, because that’s—too much. “So Jamie’s miserable. I’m doing great.”

She snorts again. “Unlike my brother, I actually have an Instagram, Tyler. Tell me another one.”

“Well what do you want me to do?” He tries again. “If you’re so sure it’ll never work out.”

“I…” she sighs. “You left it on a bad note. I know Jamie feels especially bad about that.” Of course he told her. The Benns don’t keep secrets from each other. “Maybe if you talk…”

“Then he can call me.”

“I tried that. He thinks you’ve already forgot about him.” She shakes her head. “I think he’s just trying to keep it a clean break, for his own sake, but—it’s not really clean. Not like this.” She looks at him again, and she doesn’t have her brother’s eyes at all, but it’s still somehow close. “Look, if you’re actually happy, let it go and he’ll get over it, but—think about it. Maybe it’ll help you both.”

11) She leaves. Tyler thinks about it. About we all knew and breaking my heart and forgot about him. About the shelter and the ranch.

Then it’s a lot, so he goes on Instagram, because that’s easy. That he knows.

Except he scrolls through until he finds a picture he took, the one he managed to sneak of Jamie holding a calf, feeding a bottle. It’s gotten good pick up, and not all because of the guy.

Tyler can’t look away from the guy though, the way he’s holding the calf in his arms, the way his face is caught between laughing irritation at Tyler taking the picture and fondness at the cow. He thought even then that this was only a thing until Tyler left, Tyler thinks. He’d thought it was only for slice of time, and he’d still turned down Tyler’s gifts, still smiled at Tyler like he didn’t want anything else, anything more.

The next picture’s of the ranch too, the sign against a sunset. It’s gotten really good engagement, actually. And a comment, a ‘are they sustainably farmed? Link please!’

Which. Huh. Tyler turns that over. Thinks about it, too.

And makes a choice.

12) Jamie’s hot, and tired, and he needs a good shower after he’d spent the whole day dealing with a sick cow who they’d had to move into the barn. It’s hot, sweaty work, but it’s also the kind of physical work that Jamie’s good at, that keeps his head in the game and not anywhere else. Say, a city thousands of miles away. Where it has no business being.

He’s considering how to escape Jordie’s continued campaign to get him to go out to the bar that night, like hooking up with someone else could wash Tyler away, when he comes into the yard and—Tyler’s there.

Jamie blinks. He doesn’t think heart break causes hallucinations. But—the other options is Tyler is back here, sitting on the stoop in the ranch yard, wearing the jeans and sneakers like he was planning to work and not the designer stuff he had arrived in before. Looking at Jamie like he was a sight for sore eyes.

“Um. Tyler?” Jamie asks, and Tyler scrambles to his feet.

“Hi. Jamie.” Tyler grins, and it’s as big and overwhelming as it ever was.

“What are you doing?” Jamie asks. His heart’s beating loud in his ears. This is the hurt he wanted to avoid.

“Yeah. So. Here’s the thing. You need a marketing person.”

“Tyler—”

“There’s a whole untapped social media market out there, look. I posted a picture and I got like, a dozen requests for a link.” Tyler’s pulling out his phone, like he’s going to demonstrate it, that hint of nervous he’d have when he needed someone to tell him he was doing a good job. “You can really expand here, and—“

“Tyler,” Jamie interrupts again. He’s sure Tyler’s right, this is what Tyler’s good at, but. Jamie feels ripped open. “Why are you here?” He swallows. “I thought you were back home. Not thinking about” me “us.”

“Yeah, funny story.” Tyler’s smile isn’t very amused. “So this guy broke my heart.” Jamie really doesn’t want to hear this.

“Ty—“

“Turns out, he’s got this complex, see. Thinks that he’s forgettable. Like I could ever forget about him.” Tyler shakes his head, tsking his tongue, but he’s not looking away from Jamie.

“You went home.” Jamie knows that, even if Tyler’s back here, with the hot sun on their necks. “You went back to the city. This isn’t your home.”

Tyler takes a second, squaring his shoulders, like he’s gathering courage. Then, “But it could be,” he says, and he sounds—hopeful and trying not to hope at once, like he could be casual. “I—could help out on the ranch, and do the marketing, and—”

“You got bored here for three months,” Jamie cuts him off, before he can start to hope. This place is in Jamie’s bones and blood, but he gets it’s not for everyone. “You couldn’t get back to the city fast enough, I saw—”

“Because I missed people. But that’s what visiting is for.” Tyler swallows again. “I haven’t—I’ve never felt like I could actually be useful, until I came here. Until you trusted me with this. There’s nothing back h—back there, that feels like this. But I can help, and—“

“We can’t pay you.” Jamie feels like he’s throwing things at a wall, but he needs—he can’t. This is too much, too terrifying, too everything he wants.

Tyler smirks, suddenly. “You’ll be able to once I’m done.”

“Tyler,” Jamie says again, because it’s all he can say. “Are you sure?” If he wasn’t—Jamie knows that heartbreak would be so much worse.

Tyler nods, brilliant and bold and reckless. “Can I stay?”

Jamie’s officially done with words, so he grabs Tyler and kisses him instead, and Tyler kisses him back just as desperate, like he doesn’t notice the sweat or the heat or any of it. Like he’s coming home.

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The 30 Day Tumblr Challenge

We are at it again bois.

Day 3 - My Favourite TV Show/Series

Okay so I don’t know why I’m excited to tell you my favourite shows. I definitely have a few of my favourites, also cartoon shows and anime if that counts lol

Okay starting off with:

1. OnMyBlock

You guys don’t understand how obsessed I am with this show!! This is one of my #1 favourites and now S2 is coming in a few days like holy shiit, feels like we been waiting forever. Watching the teaser and seeing Ruby opening his eyes at the end at me jumping 😂. I mean if they were thinking of not putting Ruby in S2 and he died then I ain’t watching S2. But can I say that Spooky is is fine as hell 😍 But anyway I recommend you guys go watch it, it’s da best, if you into that teen drama.

2. The Office

I love the Office, I always wanted to watch it from seeing memes on insta or Facebook all the time and now I finally got the chance too. It’s so funny and you just get every joke and just laugh. Also one good thing too is every episode is so entertaining and you don’t get bored. So if you wanting to find a new tv show to watch then come to this one. Another thing is that I love Michael’s personality, just trying to be the cool boss and even tho some episodes he can be annoying but then his very caring at the same time. Its cute how he finds everyone like a second family to him. Also can never get enough of Jim’s pranks on Dwight.

3. Black Mirror

Gotta say this is a pretty interesting tv series, I thought it would be one of those shows that just drag on but literally every episode is different and has its own story. I like how some of the episodes try to connect to the real world and what we do in our society. Also the fancy technology in this series sis pretty impressive but same time don’t want that type of technology being invented now lol I would have to say one of my favourite episode would have to be S4 Ep 4 - Hang the DJ. I was so confused at first and thinking the couple were trapped in some sort of game or world but at the end when it was them in a simulation for a actually a dating app, just blew my mind. That it was the process of the dating app to find the perfect match was really impressive. Also there’s a few keys points on how we work our dating life in the real world. But I was also happy there was a happy ending not like it is with Black Mirror. Another one of my favourite was S3 Ep1 - Nosedive just because I could relate to how we get sucked in the social media world and not in the real world. I more based on the you know you always wanting so many followers on social media and all these likes on your photos from people who you hardly hangout. Just seeing people or friends more higher then you, you kind of get that feeling you wish you were like that. Another thing too is now a days we see heaps and heaaappsss of fitness models that really hit you with ‘I want a body like that’ It kind of puts your self esteem down and trying to love your own body. I mean yes some models do help and motivate you to workout and all that but you gotta put in a lot of work and I’m just too lazy 😂

3. The End of the F***ing World

It’s a very unique show I must say. Even though James intention was to murder Alyssa in the first place but I still love the relationship between the two even though it was an unusual connection. But James came to fall in love with Alyssa eventually. If it weren’t for that creepy dude he murdered then we probably would of had a different story.

Okay now I’m getting into my favourite cartoon/anime shows

1. Tokyo Ghoul

One of my favourite anime series ever. Love a bit of action and gore which is what this series showed. Note that I’m not into the romantic animes, it kinda bores me. But honestly S3 was complete shit and was so confusing. Didn’t even connect with the last 2 seasons. But the other 2 seasons was 👌🏾 Noice.

2. Berserk

Listen if you want a bit of more gore and action then you should watch this. Love this show, literally finished it in a day and a half 😅. Guts is the main man and is probably my favourite character. But just a warning the ending is kinda fucked up and dark but I literally kept watching in confusion because it just escalated so quickly. I even read a few articles on what the ending meant but I’m still confused but overall still love the show. Was sad that everyone died suddenly expect Casca as one of the remake movies showed she survived but was obviously traumatised and lost her mind. Then had a demon baby which was fucked.

3. Rick & Morty

Gotta love this show man. Never knew I would like a show like this and understand all the humor 😂

4. Regular Show, Adventure Time & Amazing world of Gumball

If you don’t know what’s these shows are then GTFO! Jks but seriously these are pretty much the best cartoon shows ever, especially on Cartoon Network. Literally watch these shows growing up but I had a little sister that would watch these shows with me and our dad didn’t like it because of the crude humor and so on. So I haven’t watch these in awhile and going back to them is so nostalgic. It’s sad that these 3 shows had to end. I mean obviously a show gotta end somewhere but still. It won’t be the same :(

5. Love Death + Robots

I got to say this is a very interesting series. The animation was amazing but I was gobsmacked at the CGI which looked soooo realistic in some episodes. Literally finished it in a day. I mean yes it is a bit graphic but overall it was funny, dark and imaginative. But I do understand the sexual violence towards women in the series but at the end they got their revenge. But to say Sonnies Edge was probably my favourite episode and hope we can get a series happening or I’ll be disappointed haha.

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Okayy I guess I’m done. Idk why I was so excited to talk about this topic for some reason. But tbh I’m not really a huge tv show fan as I mentioned before sometimes shows drag on and it gets really boring and I just move on to the next show. I mean these shows above are probably the only ones I enjoy the most out of every other show.

A good example of a show that drags on is Riverdale, literally. I hate this show so much and idk how people are still watching it. First season was really good then it just got worst. I mean is it just me or Veronica is really annoying and being with Archie is even worse.

Also another show that pissed me off was Shameless! ughhh really ticked me off when Debby eventually had the baby and the way she acts so stubborn literally fucked me right off. You know when you watch a show and it just doesn’t go the way it should and then you just stop watching. Also Game of Thrones, I’m that percent of people that hasn’t watch this shit at all. I recommend if you haven’t watch this show then don’t start because literally every episode is an hour and there’s like what, 20 odd episodes in the 6S. So good luck if you gonna start. But I did watch the first 2 episodes of S1 but it’s kinda weird with the brother sister thing lol I should just make a post of all the shows I hate and why 😂

But anywayyy sorry if this was soo long. Didn’t think it would be and it sucked because I couldn’t put more gifs in haha But if your feeling bored then recommended watching a few of these bad boys I have put down but if you have any that don’t drag on and are actually worth watching and not boring. Then please tell because I don’t want to start watching a show and then get disappointed during it.

Alright then see you guys tomorrow for Day 4

[stanford-pines]

lmao someone on insta said the crowd sucked at the brooklyn show last night like wtf are you on about? turning around in the pit during fireflies? seeing half the audience in the sitting areas with their phone lights out in the darkened arena like a bunch of actual fireflies? a fucking spiritual experience, i almost started crying into my hands. i saw someone in the front row cry because they got an autograph and hug from damon, and went home with one of the drumsticks after a crew member tossed it off the stage. hearing maseo’s laugh during feel good inc IN PERSON????? ABSOLUTELY GOBSMACKING

[blazingtheway]

Through the Looking Glass – Storyline 8 – Together - Part Eight

Continuing on from...

↬ Leah Clearwater ↫ I rolled my eyes when I caught Call winking at #Camila as she walked past him, the older lady giggled holding her free hand to her chest, and I could see the red in her ears and up her neck. “Such a kiss arse.” I muttered. Then I froze looking back over to him. If he heard her talk about him being handsome. Then he heard me saying—… “The Spirits! That’s going to bite me on the arse!” I turned away from him before he made it to the bar. I got to work serving those who’d made their way into the bar next, the regulars were always easy to please. Know their drink, give them a hard time ( when it came to me at least ). The guys were always kind and charming towards our customers, me not so much. And finally, make sure the music was playing in the background. All these things were easy to achieve. ‘Hey Lee, how’s it going?’ I looked up to find a couple of the girls the pups were dating leaning on the bar all dressed up to their nines. “Yeah, not bad girls.” Pointing to their dresses I smirked. “You didn’t have to go to such trouble for me you know.” I joked finishing off serving a couple of the guys before going to stand in front of the girls. They both giggled and flipped their hair off their shoulders at the same time. They were young and a little foolish, but they were kind at heart which had a lot to be said in this day and age. “So, what will it be tonight?” I asked them and then I smirked. This was going to be the kick start I needed. “Hey why don’t you be the first paying customers to try the new special on the menu tonight? I know you girls like yourself some sexy drinks for your insta stories!” That was all it took, the giggles and the hand clapping with the hair flipping started. ‘Oh, Lee YES! I need something fun to start my stories with tonight..’ One of them half screamed out, making the others around her turn to look to see what was happening. I would have groaned at their reaction, but this time it was working for me. I winked at them and pointed to the sign. “Don’t forget to tag the bar and hashtag the name into it. Let’s see if we can get it trending in the local stories tonight.” I had no interest at all in hash tags, trending or Insta stories. But #Tony had mentioned how a following on the socials would help with the open mic and music night. I got to work on making two #MermaidSpunk’s for the girls as they were getting excited with the colours. The blue was really something else in this mix I’d created. ‘What’s with the stage Lee?’ one of the girls asked me as I filled their glasses with crushed ice. “We are going to start up an open mic night as of Monday next week. So spread the word, Call is taking care of the sign ups if you are interested in five minutes up there.” I glanced over to the far side of the bar where he was sitting with #Tony, talking away with the others around them. His word started to play in my mind from Seattle for some reason. ‘𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚?’ Out of all the things he’ said to me that night why was it this that came to me now? ‘Could it be because as you see him stepping onto his path, that maybe it is time for you to let go of some of what you are carrying too?’ My wolf was sat up and watching Call with me. I reminded her how some sins were never something a person could walk away from and turned my attention back to the task at hand. “Here you go ladies, two #MermaidSpunk’s just as you ordered, that’s $20.00.” The girls didn’t question the price, and both paid up but didn’t move away from the bar. Instead, they started going at the drink with their phones and posing with the drinks in hand. Walking up to where the board was placed behind the bar, I picked up the chalk and made two lines. Turning to face the gobsmacked #Tony, #Mac who was smiling from ear to ear and then I leant on the bar. “That is two down Call, and we’ve only been open ten minutes.” ↬ Embry Call ↫ I lifted the bottle to my lips as I slipped into a stool by the bar and

muttered. "Hey, I just made her evening." knowing that Leah would hear. The woman smiled and gave a little giggle, I couldn't see anything wrong with putting a little of that out into the world. I smirked when the realization dawned that I had heard her call me her friend. I reached up and tugged on my ear lobe just to drive in the point I had overheard. I recognized the girls she was serving, from the pups memories. In an instant, I knew I was screwed. They were all eyeing the specials board now. “Fuck!” I muttered as Leah made her first two sales. #Tony turned back to me when #Mac was serving someone else and started catching me up on what I had missed with the band and his Mom. He was telling me that business was going well. I knew that hobbies were the first thing to go to the wayside and most of their business came from casual players. #Tony was telling that that was why they got in on the hire business; while I had one ear on Leah still... just because of the bet; I wanted to know if she was pulling too far ahead. "Oh shit!" I interrupted #Tony when she handed the girls their drinks. They were ‘𝒪𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔over the 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎colours and started to take pictures before they even tasted it. #Tony laughed and leaned in. 'You can sing, right? At least in tune if not... well?' He whispered… like that would stop Leah hearing. I gave him a look that more than told him '𝒩𝑜' and the tiniest shake on my head. I couldn't give Leah the satisfaction of hearing me actually say it out loud. She made the marks on the board and swanned over to us like the cat that got the cream... and she kinda had. #Mac was giving me the, ‘𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙙’ look like Leah said; 'That is two down Call, and we’ve only been open ten minutes.' "We'll see.” I smirked and put on my cockiest smile, leaning my elbow on the bar, and started talking loudly (not obnoxiously so) to #Tony and #Mac. A group of ladies were close by, slightly older than the ones she had just served, but not by much. "You know what I miss?" I said to the guys and they looked at me like I was losing my mind. "The types of girls you used to be able to sit in bars with... have a beer and a real conversation. Women are so worried about perceptions these days; only drinking wine and things that come in fancy glasses. Like they think it’s less attractive to sit in a bar with a bottle of beer in their hand... when really it’s the sexiest thing ever to most guys." #Mac walked away before I even finished, making me laugh and #Tony stared at the can in his, just shook his head and said. 'Nope! Not getting in the middle of this.' I chuckled; it was the smartest thing he'd said all evening. ↬ Leah Clearwater ↫ The way he had tugged on his ear lobe before, the whisper on the air that only #Seth and I could make out. Which in turn had Seth chuckling as he moved around the bar, and me rolling my eyes. He knew, it was best to stay a few steps away when a challenge was dropped. And the Kid wasn’t wrong. #Tony’s whisper had rang in my ears as if he were talking with me. I smirked as I shifted to serve a few townies with their drinks trying not to laugh now. '𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘈𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵... 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭?' “This is going to be good.” I moved back to stand before them. The girls were still getting a little too excited with the drinks, making #Seth pull his phone out of his back pocket. He laughed looking at the screen. ‘#HWH and #Mermaidspunk is blowing up!’ I raised my eyebrow at the comment Call was making, Still leaning on the bar as he made sure that others, especially a group of women queuing up to be served would hear him. “Such a wise arse Call, it won’t save you.” I curled my bottom lip into my teeth pushing back off the bar to move. Winking at #Tony. Who was learning fast. “Wise move Ton. It’s a safe bet to take a few steps back too.” I teased, raising my own voice a little the same way as Call had, for normal ears it would be fine to hear over the sounds of the bar picking up. “See,

I’d have to disagree with you there.” Crossing my arms over my chest my eyes on him the whole time, knowing full well that all other eyes were on me now. “Women don’t come to bars these days caring about what you men think about their drinks choices. They earn their own money, then spend it the way 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 want to. If that is on beer.. Great.. If that is on a sexy ten dollar cocktail.. Great. It’s their choice. Only an easy to lead woman would want to pay attention to a comment like that one Call.” Pressing my lips together I stepped back to serve. “Who is next?” I called out. Three of the women watching Call stepped up to the bar. ‘We will take three #MermaidSpunk and five beers.’ I groaned. Three wasn’t bad, but Call had managed to win over five of them. Five! The Spirits! If it wasn’t for his smile and that way his eyes pulled the women in. I would have won that bet now! fifteen minutes into opening and I would have been done. “I should class that as Cheating.” I told him as I walked past to grab a few more glasses. ↬ Embry Call ↫ My teeth pressed into the flesh of my bottom lip when I heard her say “𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹.” Music was my thing, I was pretty sure with enough practise I could master almost any instrument, but the piano and the guitar satisfied the musician in me. Unlike #Tony who always wanted to try something new. But a voice… that was something you were born with or not. And I was not. Granted there were occasions after #Quil imprinted on Bear that I had sung to her when she spent the night at our place but, only when she was sick or fussy; and only because #Quil was even worse than me. I chuckled inwardly at the thought. The toddler had not been impressed. I heard #Seth mentions the trending hashtags. Fucking Instagram! This place would be flooded with the cocktail crowd in an hour. I kept my eyes glued on Leah’s as she retaliated against my comments; I knew it threw her off her game. It was clear she believed every word she was saying… of course she did! I mean they were true. There was nothing hotter than a woman that broke the mould and carved her own path, not giving a shit about what other’s thought. My comments were purely self-serving for the sake of the bet. But where the hell were they? Other than Leah… there wasn’t a single one in the room. Even the three girls in the group that ordered the cocktail… were they doing it to prove they didn’t give a shit what the hot guy at the bar thought, or was it really what they’d wanted all along? And five girls…. All five happened to prefer beer? Unlikely. “Hey! Just expressing an honest opinion.” I smirked. I’m sure it was someone’s honest opinion… not mine, but someone’s. She still got three more for the board though, and the night was extremely young. My confidence was waning, and I knew I couldn’t pull that line out again without incurring the wrath of my Beta. ↬ Leah Clearwater ↫ My eyes moved back to Call and the way he bit down on his lips was telling. He had a few tells, that lip biting thing used to annoy the crap out of me. Especially when he added his cocky grin to it, a bat of his eyes and the girls were lining up. ‘You know a little too much about his lip biting, wouldn’t you say?’ My wolf teased but she was watching him too. I told her to hush up, it was the job of a Beta to know the ins and outs of their pack and all those around them. Call and his lip bites. Each one had a different story to tell. Seth and the way he pushed his hands into his pockets as well as the redness in his neck. Paul had that scoff, the one he didn’t even know he let out when he was trying to hide something. Collin couldn’t hide the fact that his ears would go red… They all had something that let me in to say, ‘𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.’ “Sure, somebody’s opinion. I know whose it is not.” Pointing at him, I smirked getting back to work. My gaze was pulled by the group of girls with the beers making their way around the bar. They came to stand around #Tony and Call, when

the smiles and the hair flipping started, I shook my head and stepped away. “They have their hands full.” I muttered before calling out “Who’s next?” Walking down the bar towards a couple stood waiting. ‘Hey Lee?’ #Mac came to stand next to me waiting for me to be done with the IPA. “Hmm?” is all I said to give him the go ahead. ‘So, you know how to sing right? I mean you got a good start, but Call has a way with the ladies.’ We both turned our heads and glanced cross to the group of girls getting friendly with the two guys. “You know I don’t plan on losing Mac, so it doesn’t matter if I can sing or not.” But at the same time there was a change coming to my plan of action in my head. Setting the drinks down on the bar for the customers I’d been serving. My eyes moved to the door. I knew who was about to walk in. I’d heard them pulling up outside, their scent was in the air. ‘Hey Mac. Leah!’ The chorus of voices rang from the door as a group of pups came barrelling in. ‘What we got to do to get some service?’ “I don’t know, try paying for it maybe?” I mused moving on to serve the next waiting person. ‘Don’t be like that Lee, you know I got them.’ My lips curled up into a grin hearing the voice I was waiting for. ‘Uley, did you miss the turning to your house, or did your wife get sick of you, and kick you out?’ He laughed a full-hearted laugh coming to lean on the side where I was serving. ‘Jeez woman, at least try to keep my secret for me.’ #Mac had a round of beers opened and on the bar for them all. ‘See, Mac is always ready with great service with that killer smile of his.’ #Sam and the pups thanked #Mac. “Service with a smile? The Spirits Mac! What did I tell you about that crap! We don’t want this lot coming back thinking they are welcome.” I teased. ‘Wow, there’s a stage! What’s going on?’ Without waiting for a reply, the Pups were gone. Rushing over to speak to #Seth and the others about the new addition. ‘What’s that about?’ #Sam asked pointing to the board with #Mermaidspunk written over it. “Let’s just say it’s a challenge by the Wisearse.” He’s eyes moved around the bar and came to a stop at Call. ‘Ahh… and the challenger has an audience too I see.’ Pushing off the side he gave me a nod of his head and went to join the others. ↬ Embry Call ↫ She was doing that thing where she read our minds... Even when we weren't phased, she knew what we were thinking. I was good at reading people, but... Leah was practically psychic sometimes. I contained a slight smirk as the girls came to a pause nearby, despite the fact there were empty tables, and they were all in heels. It was too easy to be tempting. I picked up my bottle and took another swig. I heard #Mac asking Leah what #Tony had just asked me, and I smiled. Her reply was determined, and I saw the cogs start to turn in her head again. More and more lately I was starting to realise, her eyes gave away so much more than she wanted them too… but it seemed like nobody else had noticed it yet. Something in her was changing, was she becoming less guarded? Or was I becoming more observant? #Tony set the empty can down on the bar and let out a breath. 'I better get going, if I'm going to get back in time to help Mom close up.' He stood up and waved to everyone behind the bar. I got up too, to say goodbye, giving #Sam a nod as he came in. "We'll see you Monday night, right?" I asked with a grin. 'Of course.' #Tony beamed. "I never miss an opportunity to get on stage, you know that.' I laughed and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "I'll make sure to sign you up with a good slot. See you around, man." #Tony headed out to his truck. The pups were teasing Leah at the bar and she was giving as good as they gave. I walked up to the group and patted two of the kids on the back. "What have I told you guys about tipping?" I laughed. "If you want preferential treatment you need to pay for it!" Without any more acknowledgement than a few scoffs and eye rolls, they were off and examining the stage. I leaned up against

the bar next to #Sam, hearing him mention my audience. The women that had been buzzing around earlier were glancing over, seemingly debating how obvious it would be to follow me across the bar. Eventually settling on taking the booth closest to where I stood. A few of their eyes drifted to the pups now too and it reminded me that they weren’t exactly kids anymore. But they were always going to be pups to us. "Still feeling confident, Clearwater." I teased once #Sam left to supervise the young ones in their fascination. I pointed the rim of my bottle to the board and then brought it to my lips. Flawlessly feigning unshakable confidence, myself. ↬ Leah Clearwater ↫ My gaze followed #Tony as he moved to leave, giving him a nod of my head, I made a mental note to call him tomorrow to thank him for all his help. I saw Call walking him out and heard #Tony saying he would be back for the Open mic night, which I had to admit to myself I was now looking forward too. He’s voice was so good, and the live element to the music had pulled me in deeper than I had expected it too. ‘There is magic in music Leah, you know this.’ My wolf told me. And I reminded her that I was taken off guard. The next time I’d not be so lost as I now knew what to anticipate. ‘Sure, it’s all about your anticipation now.’ She rolled her eyes at me. “Oh please, all of your arses put together couldn’t afford the tip needed to get that kind of service from me.” Snapping my teeth, I jerked forward. Even with the bar between us the pups took a couple of steps back away. Making me smirk as I pushed my fingers through my hair and moved on to the next customer. Voices coming in from the outside, took my attention to a group of lads walking into the bar. They weren’t from here, as I looked to see who it was, I managed to recognise two of the guys in the group. “Townies.” I whispered knowing full well that #Seth would hear me. He lifted his head and glanced over towards the door before turning to look back at me. I whispered again to him. “Card them, so they know we are watching them.” He nodded his head, setting the tray down on the table and weave his way around the bar which had slowly started to fill. ‘Lee?’ #Mac called out; he’d seen them coming in too. “Yeah, I see them. It’s all good.” Giving him a sharp nod towards #Seth who was now talking to the group. But then my eyes followed the glance of a few of the boys in the group over to the girls in the booth trying to gab Call and the pup’s attention. They had clearly managed to catch sight of #Sam’s wedding ring, not that, it would stop some of the women from trying. But #Sam exuded a vibe that told women 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜and they did. Call’s smug voice pulled me back and I honed into the conversation. ‘Bry, you know better than to tease this HotHead. She will chew you up and spit you out, without even blinking once.’ #Sam was now leaning on the bar too, his bottle of beer to his lips. “He should know, he is speaking from experience. His wife does it to him on the daily.’ I teased right back. #Sam hit his hand over his heart and laughed. Moving as I saw the young man from before coming back, he’d left his girlfriend at the table. Holding my index finger up to Call to say 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘’. As I moved down the bar, my gaze flickered back to #Seth as he took his time checking each ID, to the protest of the townies. Each face, body type from their height to their eye colour was registering with me and my wolf. “Same again?” I asked as he lent in on the bar. He smiled shocked I knew what he had before. “Hey, you know you should try the special cocktail on the menu. It’s only here for one night and the ladies are enjoying it.” I jabbed my thumb over to the young girls as well as the group of girls who were all taking photos and drinking theirs. ‘Those look stunning, yes please, let’s go with that.’ Giving him a wink, I poured his drink first and then went to make him a #Mermaidspunk. Making a point to stop before Call and #Sam as I filled the glass up with

ice. “Call remind me. What number is this one now?” Waggling my brows at him before returning to my customer.

↬Embry Call ↫ I shook my head at the pups as they stepped away. When would they learn? You needed to stand your ground and take your lumps with Leah. It’s not like our lumps didn’t heal fast, I smirked and kept my eyes on the woman. She was combing her fingers through her hair again. How had I never realised she did it that often? I heard the voices approaching when Leah’s reaction, I could tell right away she recognised something that meant potential trouble; if it had just meant trouble, she would do a lot more than have #Seth card them. I’d seen her refuse people entry before they even made it to the bar, she was always the protector… and she wanted this place to be somewhere people felt safe and relaxed, even if that meant turning away paying troublemakers. But it was also what kept people coming back. I couldn’t help but pull myself up from being propped on my elbows at the bar to my full height. I saw #Sam have the same reaction, he stood just a couple inches over me. His Alpha senses never failing, I may not have been in his pack anymore, but I still had huge respect for the man. Even on high alert he flawlessly blended the Alpha with the man, teasing me about goading Leah. I laughed hard at her mention of #Emily. That woman was the sweetest and most loving ball-buster you would ever meet. But a ball-buster all the same. “C’mon Leah… You know any Quileute man that really knows the legends isn’t afraid of a strong woman.” Then I turned to #Sam and winked. “I can handle it.” I smirked at him. “Besides… She can’t kick me out tonight. I need to be here to make sure the #Hothead plays fair.” I pointed to the board again. There were too many marks up there for my liking, but I didn’t let it show. ‘You gonna tell me the details?’ #Sam’s expression told me that he already knew I wouldn’t. “All will become clear in time, my friend.” I patted his shoulder and drained the last mouthful from my bottle. Leah was moving to serve someone, and I heard her sell another one. I dropped my face… smiling and shaking my head… muttering “Fuck!” #Sam just laughed. ‘I have no idea what you two are up to… but I have a feeling it’s gonna be entertaining.’ He patted me between the shoulder blades. ‘How many until you lose?’ He had clearly deciphered that part of the bet. ‘’Ten.’ #Seth answered for me and went to put the sixth mark on the board for his big sister.

↬ Leah Clearwater ↫ Shaking my head listening to the three of them. ‘Sam, all you need to know is that you need a babysitter for Monday. You and Emily will want to be here.’ #Seth was laughing and teasing Call now. I let out a short laugh as I worked. ‘By the Spirits, did Leah Clearwater just laugh?’ #Sam was now teasing me? I rolled my eyes at him. “I laugh.” I scoffed, and #Mac shook his head muttering something about it was good to see me with my hair down. Which earnt him a back hand over the side of his head. ‘Employee Abuse. You all saw it!’ He knocked on the bar towards the wolves. ‘She can abuse me anytime.’ I heard the mummer coming from somebody in the group of lads. #Sam’s hand tightened around his glass bottle, but he let go seeing my eyes on him telling him to chill out. Clearing his throat. ‘I saw nothing. Is Leah even here?’ He joked with #Mac. “See, that gets your arse another beer.” Smirking I pulled two more, setting them before both Sam and Call. I glanced past the crowd building at the bar, to the lads. Making sure I knew where they were at all times. We were a bar with a good reputation, one that the boys and I had worked hard to earn. People knew coming here to the #HWH would mean; 1. 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝘽. 𝘾𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙪𝙣 3. 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙀𝙮𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩. 𝘿. 𝙉𝙤 𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. Basic rules for all to follow it didn’t matter if you were male or female. Out of the side of my eyes, I saw the way both Call and #Sam changed their posture. Both moved in synchronisation, moving from the chilled lazy half lay on the bar, to peacocks flaunting their feathers. Or at least that was the image I was sure the women in the bar who all turned to watch them would be seeing. The men. Then I saw taking a step back if they were standing. Or slide their chairs away a few inches if they were seated. It was a reaction we all got. All the wolves were good at hiding in plain sight, and then showing themselves without needing to say a word with a blink of an eye. My wolf sat up with them, my body did not need to change its posture as I was always on guard. ‘Solidarity without needing to ask for it.’ My wolf said proud as the two of us glanced around and found that the pups had noted the change and they two had stilled and straightened up where they stood. “Easy” the word was a whisper, but those who needed to hear it did and continued their conversations. I knew how to watch without really watching. To anybody stood before me, I was dealing with business to hand. But within myself my wolf and I were watching it all as it unfolded. There were a group of guys checking out the stage, a couple of big groups chatting away and drinking around the tables beside the windows. Both the pool tables busy with people playing, drinking, and talking. The couples who came in to relax before the madness started to stand and were on their way out now. ‘Thanks guys!’ they waved, and we nodded back. The townies, we knew. They came for the drinks and then there were the townies who came in for more. Be it for the Quileute girls, or the Quileute guys. You could tell by the way their eyes worked the crowds when they arrived. And it was clear what they were here for. But it was the ones who had a way to set the hairs on the back of my neck on edge who always got my personal attention. And the group #Seth had carded was one of them tonight as they walked up to the bar, and instead of going for service to #Mac who was clear, they waited with their eyes pinned on me. “The Spirits.” I muttered, but at the same time I was smirking making them wait. “Wait just a minute, are you trying to say that I would cheat? Have you met me before? Leah Clearwater does not need to cheat to come out on top!” The muttering coming from the group waiting ‘She can go on top of me any time.’ Making me crack my neck from one side and then to the other. The sound of the chalk pen breaking in half made me roll

my eyes. The kid needed to chill. Leaning to the side of the bar, my finger outstretched to the 5-foot 11-inch short arse, with bleached highlighted tips. “You couldn’t handle me if I were on top. Thank your lucky stars you have nothing I want. Now shut your mouth and wait for your turn.” My attention on the customers I finished up with. “Seth, we need more vodka, these cocktails are flying out the door.” I told him turning to glance over my shoulder. His jaw was tight, which made no sense to me. He wasn’t one to react in such a way. ‘They are all on a path of evolution Leah, maybe the kid is stepping up to become a protector just like his sister?’ She asked. Making me think, and then push that thought to the side. I would need to dig into that deeper at another time. “Now, what do you idiots want to drink tonight?” My eyebrow raised as I crossed my arms over my chest. Bleached tips stepped up with a grin on his face. ‘Why don’t you surprise us? You seem to be a woman who knows her stuff.’ My lips turned up into a grin. I glanced over to Call, as I spoke. “So, let me get this right. The five of you... want me to pick your drink for you? All Five of you?”

↬ Embry Call ↫ “It seems to be happening more and more lately Sam.” I grinned at him when he teased Leah about laughing, it was true... I mean she laughed, of course. She laughed at the pups when they did or said something idiotic… actually that went for all of us. But there was a different side of her showing now. I chuckled at #Mac again, knowing only too well that she’s never hit him hard enough for it to hurt… maybe a slight sting when he’d earned it. All I did when I heard the idiot townie and his comment; was contain the twitch in my jaw. This was something I’d had to learn to expect… especially with the young or more sensitive girls at the club. I lifted the bottle to my lips to cover it, knowing to well that to Leah this was only a drop in the ocean of the things she’d dealt with… and not just in this bar. Leah was all about the subtle monitoring of a potential situation but, #Sam and I were more about making it known. 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. Was it intimidating? Yes. Was it meant to be? Hell yes! “Just reminding them where they are.” I muttered into the rim of the bottle in my hand, looking at #Sam as if I was talking to him, keeping my face neutral. “When did Leah Clearwater start talking about herself in the third person?” I teased, leaning on the bar and locking in her gaze again. “Remind you of anyone you know?” I burst out laughing… thinking of Joe Fucking Walker. The next comment from a customer at the bar made me clench my hand around the bottle I was holding. I knew I was a womaniser and a game player… but this was just crass. When I was interested in a woman; she had my full attention and respect for the small handful of hours that we would spend together… but this wasn't flirting; it was just a tiny little man trying to be disrespectful because he was clearly not getting any tonight. There was something strangely familiar about the words she had for the fool. But Leah and I certainly never had a conversation anything like that before… I mean, yeah, I’d been caught checking her out once or twice… but I was still part human and Leah was… Well. But I’d never said anything like that to her. Then the idiot decided to let Leah choose their drinks I dropped my head into my hands, this would send her over the edge, and I’d be making I singing debut on Monday.

TBC...