#chapter 676

[algumaideia]

The lost trio is almost dying

Law thinks they should fight back idk how though

It seems Smoker people will die

[smorgasbort]

I'm in the stands screaming for blood, I want that twink obliterated

The concept of a Mashiba/Sawamura fight is thrilling yet also fills me with dread.

I want my favourite guy Mashiba to bring a world of hurt to Sawamura who is an irredeemable prick.

At the same time I don’t want that irredeemable prick Sawamura to put a world of hurt on my favourite guy Mashiba.

It’s a real pickle.

[everydayspamton]

day 676 of drawing spamton every day until deltarune chapter 3

[trans-axolotl]

US Harm Reduction Resources

continually updating, not a complete list. feel free to add on any resources you find helpful.

Free Safer Supplies:

Each organization will have different supplies, but generally, harm reduction orgs provide things like syringes, safer snorting + smoking kits, Narcan, condoms, lube, and wound care supplies. Each org has different policies for how to get supplies--some do deliveries, some have drop in centers, some only do one to one needle exchange, some are more flexible.

Next Distro: mail based syringe provider for certain states. Also mails free Narcan.

NASEN: national map of syringe providers

a lot of harm reduction collectives aren't going to have their information listed on big national websites--it's always worth searching "harm reduction in my area" and seeing what's around you. Even if you don't live in a big city, there might be a harm reduction organization in your state that can help you find someone closer to you. there's a lot of rad people doing underground work who want to be there to help you who aren't as easy to find online. If there's street medic collectives, mutual aid groups or groups like Food not Bombs in your area, you can ask people in them who might know where to find harm reduction services in your area!

Drug Users Unions:

Drug users unions are activist groups made for people who use drugs, by people who use drugs! Drug users unions do advocacy work to end criminalization, as well as providing vital community support. Many drug users unions are also inclusive of sex workers and work to decriminalize sex work as well. You can search for "drug users union" in your state.

Urban Survivors Union: National, has resources for creating drug users union

Chosen Few: Drug users union for Black drug users in DC

San Francisco Drug users union

Sex Work Advocacy Groups:

Organizations that do decrim advocacy and provide support for sex workers.

Sex Worker Outreach Project USA- National, has chapters in many states.

Black Sex Worker Collective

Sex Workers Project

How to Use Safely:

Guides, videos, toolkits for safer use!

Harm Reduction Coalition Resource Library

Getting Off Right: A Safety Manual for Injection Drug Users

Safer Crack Smoking

Safer Snorting

Safer Hormone Injection

Levels of Risk: Veins

Wound Care video w/ ASL

How to Use Fentanyl Test Strips

DanceSafe-testing kits, including reagent testing kits!

Erowid-shares experiences people have with different drugs, dosages, what things to expect

Bluelight- another forum for discussing experiences with drugs.

Drug Interactions Checker

Sex Work Resources:

Tricks of the Trade by L. Synn Stern: tips for street based sex work

A Quick and Dirty Sex Worker Safety Toolkit

Girls Do What they Have to Do To Survive by YWEP

Dis/Organizing: How We Build Collectives Beyond Institutions by Rachel Kuo & Lorelei Lee

Tryst Blog

Hotlines:

Never Use Alone: 877-696-1996. Overdose Prevention Hotline--Volunteers stay on the phone with you while you use and call emergency services if you overdose.

HIPS Hotline-​​​1 (800) 676-4477. Emotional support for drug users and sex workers. Does not work with cops.

feel free to add on more resources. love + lube <3

[shining-spark-of-stars]

Now you may be seeing something right? FGT Ichigo looks kinda a lot like Yhwach.

Now we know Ichigo is a Quincy and all Quincy have Yhwach's blood running in their veins but only Ichigo looks like him to this extent when in his Final Getsuga Tensho.

Both have long dark hair.

Red crimson eyes.

And a handsome fac-

Ahem, I mean this leads me to believe that Ichigo may have been using his Quincy powers while in that state. Hey look, this is just a theory and Kubo may have just thought it's a cool design choice before the Yhwach twist and all but just let me have fun with this one okay!

Now what is Final Getsuga Tensho specifically? Some believe it's Ichigo absorbing all of Zangetsu's powers but I disagree. I think FGT is more of a fusion between them. Getsuga Tensho is a technique using Zangetsu's powers and only Ichigo can call upon the technique, it cannot be used by Zangetsu without its wielder or Ichigo without his weapon. And my proof is this line by Ichigo:

He is fighting with Zangetsu, not using him.

And there's also the fact that Zangetsu was literally fused to his hand.

Now then that we established that, let's get to this point.

Final Getsuga Tensho is not just a final technique. It's also a combination of all of Ichigo's powers. Both Shinigami, Hollow and Quincy. And why is that?

When Ichigo was fighting Zangetsu he was fighting both his Quincy (in Young lad Zangetsu) Hollow/Shinigami (In white Ichigo) in a fused state. And achieving FGT is him basically accepting both powers, and making himself a weapon for a short time, becoming Getsuga itself.

Heck we talked about his design resembling Yhwach why not talk about how his design resembles a Hollow in how the mask wraps around half of his face with little teeth and how the black spirit energy is like his Tensa Zangetsu's Getsuga Tensho (shinigami power) only strengthening my thought about it not just being a final technique/attack but a fusion of all of his powers, both mastered and latent (which is why Ishinn had Ichigo do it, not him. His wouldn't probably match Aizen)

And the nail in the coffin is what Aizen says here.

Aizen here is beyond Quincy, Shinigamis, Hollows and humans, no one can stand up to him. He's on a higher plane than all beings except Ichigo. Who overpowered him with ease, who's on a higher plane than he is.

There's only one being that can be on a higher plane than the Quincy,Hollows,Shinigami:

Yhwach, the Quincy King, the Almighty. He's the only one who could over power aizen that much and without even trying.

Now I am not saying that Ichigo is somehow using the Almighty powers, that's stupid. I am saying that he was using his Quincy powers which are from Yhwach himself. Fusing it with his other abilities to make Aizen look like a joke.

And even then, FGT is probably just an imperfect version of Ichigo's final form he used against Yhwach. Because FGT is used when Ichigo didn't fully realize and unlock his Quincy powers/Blood. And that it's a one shot weapon where he can use it only once and lose all his powers after whereas his final form where he realizes and mastered all of his powers he uses to its fullest potential and doesn't just disappear.

And that it looked like how Zangetsu looks like when he was fighting him for the Final Getsuga Tensho.

And all of this leads me to believe that Ichigo was using his Quincy powers there and that's how he overpowered Aizen that easily, especially in base.

TL;DR FGT is just an imperfect Final form that Ichigo uses against Yhwach in chapter 676.

Good night or Good morning 👍.

NaruHina 4ever

Petition to call Tensa Zangetsu YoungMan Zangetsu.

But remember. That's just a theory, a game theory. Thanks for watching.

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FICS FOR GAZA !

hello peeps! i am taking part in wip sponsorships for @ficsforgaza to help out with donations for the many fundraisers they have linked.

to meet with the terms, i am only offering sponsorships of works about video game characters. this includes my usual tcm game wips, alongside one i have of boomer from ssktjl.

here is an outline of steps to participate; send a screenshot that is proof of donation alongside the wip you are sponsoring into my inbox. $1 donated to a fundraiser = 100 words written for the sponsored wip. the word counts i provide are just rough estimations and i am willing to go over if the donations go higher! once a work is completed, i will give special thanks to donators for their contribution to the fic and the aid for gaza!

my limit is $20 for 2k, but feel free to donate as much as you can seperately from my wips!

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MY WIPS

BAD TINDER DATE WITH BOOMER (title still to be decided)

ssktjl!captain boomerang x fem!reader. bad first impressions. enemies to lovers. eventual smut? mini-fic series.

you have a reputation for liking the bad boys. your friends have warned you'll get your heart broken and it's time to move on to better things. after a horrible date with the aussie boomerang-slinger, you decide to finally take their advice. but it's not that easy moving on. there is something about him you can't get enough of...

progress: 676/6000 words

TO DEVOUR IS TO LOVE: CHAPTER 2

tcm game original character. multiple ships. dead dove - do not eat. general tags on this post.

in the second chapter, winona slaughter is navigating through the city life. fate aligns with her hunger and she crosses paths with maria flores and her group of friends. all is well as they take the abnormal, but intriging rural girl under their wing. but winona is struggling to cope with the buffet that she surrounds herself in. let's see how long she can last before things get messy...

progress: 4312/5500 words

THE BABYSITTER (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fem!reader. babysitter trope. stalking. violence and gore. non-con. minor character death. dark smut. dead dove - do not eat.

reader finishes up her babysitting shift and expects the usual routine of her boyfriend picking her up. she doesn't know that someone is watching her, and is waiting for the right time to prance. when johnny finally digs his nails into reader, he knows a sadistic way to get her to succumb to him and have some derranged fun.

progress: 0/1500-2000 words

FOXY (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fox-hybrid!reader. smut. petplay. dom/sub. minor injury. primal. humiliation. tags still to be decided.

fox-hybrid!reader gets caught up in one of hitchhikers traps when trying to snag nugget from the family property. unlucky for them, johnny's been working outside and spots the commotion. finding the hurt, scared reader, johnny takes them in with a devilish smirk. now he's got a little pet he can play with, and he ain't gonna play nice.

progress: 0/1000 words.

IN THE BLUEBONNET FIELD (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fem!reader. smut. stalking. yandere. primal. non-con. knifeplay. bloodplay. dead dove - do not eat.

johnny has been stalking the reader for weeks, relishing in their scared state. as the days go by, the reader feels like she is being watched, catching glimpses of an unknown man following her every move. with morbid curiousity, the reader decides to treck through the bluebonnet fields to finally come face to face with her stalker. when he takes her advances, he finally has her at his mercy.

progress: 0/3000 words.

dividers by @thecutestgrotto.

FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE.

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Best Sanji Colour Spread Outfit Part 2 Round 3

[onepiececoloredits]

Chapter 676 Color Spread

[mikyapixie]

𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐑.𝐈.𝐏.: 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

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Most people fear losing their mind... Batman weaponized it.

From the genius of Grant Morrison and acclaimed artistry of Tony S. Daniel comes a psychological showdown unlike any before. Batman: R.I.P.: Absolute Edition collects the landmark storyline from DC Universe #0 and Batman #676-681, the missing chapter from Batman #701-702, and bonus issue Batman #700. Featuring a brand-new introduction and painting by Tony S. Daniel, along with the complete original art from "R.I.P."

[broad-shouldrs]

Hold On To Me || Chapter 2

Chapter 1

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

word count: ~676

summary: you weren’t supposed to be here—stuck at a summer camp your dad signed you up for. but joel’s here too: your neighbor, your boss, a single dad, frustratingly competent and infuriatingly attractive.

you shouldn’t want him. he definitely shouldn’t want you.

warnings: dbf! Joel (but he didn't know you as a kid). age gap. au!no outbreak. pining. slow burn. eventual smut.

a/n: short chapter but really just filler. posting for the sake of posting.

chapters 1-5 are currently posted on a03

Two years went by faster than expected. Grad school wasn’t exactly the plan, but it’s where you ended up and somehow, you just finished your first year.

Your car, on the other hand, couldn't even survive the drive home.

Somewhere just past Oklahoma City, you had to pull over as it came to a sputtering stop. Your dad ended up driving six hours to come get you, muttering the whole way about how he “told you that thing needed a new catalytic converter months ago.”

By the time you made it back within Austin city limits, you had updated your dad on pretty much everything about life in Chicago. You tell him how your plans for a paid summer internship fell through because the company that initially offered you a position was scaling back. No room in the budget to be paying interns when they could be getting undergrads to do the work for free.

“Fuck ‘em. If they ain’t payin’ you, they ain’t worth your time.”

It should be comforting to hear, but you can’t help but roll your eyes. Your dad was as blue-collar as they come and while he meant well, navigating the challenges in the corporate sphere was not his forte.

“Don’t matter anyway. You got a gig this summer, if you want.” He shifts in the cabin, back straightening from pride, as he flashes you a grin. “Keep ya busy and off my couch for a few weeks.”

You let out a groan of frustration and turn towards him. “Dad, what did you do?”

Your dad raises his arms in surrender and laughs. “Nothin’.” He doesn’t turn but can see the annoyed look on your face. “Honest to God, kid. Joel was talking and —“

“Joel?” You can’t help but interrupt.

After that initial interaction with him two summers ago, you and Joel pretty much stayed cordial. He and your dad had become fast friends so it wasn’t unusual for Joel to stop by to watch the Rangers game or stop by after work for a beer. But around you it was mainly passing conversations, polite nods, and a few shared glances.He always had that low, polite tone he used when he asked how school was going — just gruff enough to sound uninterested, just kind enough to make you think he wasn’t.

You could never really tell what he thought of you. Which somehow made you think about it more. He never flirted. Never lingered. But you’d catch his eyes on you when you weren’t looking. You weren’t sure what he saw but you tried not to think too hard about how you straightened your posture when he entered a room or how you felt like your body buzzed when he said your name.

“Mhm. He was talkin’ about how he’s short counselors this year. Figured you’d be decent at it.” 

You stop listening, the only sound registering being the quickening beat of your heart.  You were going to spend the entire summer with Joel, working for Joel. 

You couldn't imagine him to be the overly peppy counselor type, but more like the quietly competent, slightly intimidating camp director that everyone listens to without question.  He’d act annoyed by all the chaos but secretly have a soft spot for it.

Just remembering the way Joel carried himself — calm, capable, and in a way that made others pay attention — causes your face to flush. He had a presence. Not loud, but anchoring. The kind that settled into a room without effort. You could never tell what he was thinking, but you’d wanted to. Desperately. And now, all of that — the glances, the heat, the quiet pull—was back in your chest like it never left.

“—ends in late July, so ‘bout six weeks.” There’s a brief pause and your eyes unglaze, making you realize that you’re back home and in your driveway.  “What do y’think, kid?”

“I—yeah, should be fine.” 

You figure you’d probably be busy dealing with rowdy campers all summer. You probably wouldn’t even really see Joel. 

[atwas-gaming]

I started Love Nikki years ago, but played off and on. Finally nearing the end of Chapter 15 and... wow, the story got heavy.

So I decided to back up and start figuring out all the lore I never bothered to piece together before, because I thought it was just a casual styling game with a cute story (I was wrong). Sadly, I can't figure out how to rewatch the prologue in the game, but I found videos of it on YT. (Note to self: it's called "Queen's Shadow" or "Shadow Queen.")

King Sayet died in 672. His descendants fought over 3 treasures he left behind. A 9-day-long styling contest was held in Roertedam to stop war from breaking out. The Master Stylists all lost, and the 2 finalists were Princess Elle of Pigeon and a pink-haired girl called "Hostess L" (who I think could be Nikki as a time traveller... I've played a few chapters of Shining, as well, that's why I'm thinking time travel). Princess Elle won 2 treasures, while Hostess L won the 3rd and disappeared.

Princess Elle was known as the "Reincarnated Goddess" (if they've said the name of the goddess, I don't remember and didn't see it in Queen's Shadow). In 676, Princess Elle ascended the throne and became the Iron and Blood Queen. She founded the Iron Rose Legion to steal designs and clothing.

Cut to a scene of Nanari, Queen of Lilith (who's just a ghost or hologram or something) telling Nikki she brought her to Miraland to stop some kind of catastrophe (the destruction of the world mentioned in Shining?). Momo says his great-great-grandfather told legends of a parallel world that settles arguments through styling competitions. (Also, I just realized, if time travel IS involved, that wasn't Momo's ancestor telling this story, but Momo himself... Anyway...) Nanari gives Nikki a pretty dress and shoes, and we meet the Gifties, who do all the styling judging in this world. As far as I can tell, Gifties don't appear in Shining or Infinity... sad. Maybe they just looked different and I didn't recognize them.

Anyhoo. I plan to reread the 1st 14 chapters and catalogue my findings for my own understanding.

PLEASE, DON'T SPOIL ME!!! It's come to my attention that the Nikki games can have tons of twists and turns. I only just a learned about the extent of the blood curse in Chapter 15, that's why I'm refreshing myself on this- there had to have been explanations about it before that I didn't pay attention to.

[fictionalcreator]

[tcf chapter 676]

“ He was saying all sorts of odd things such as, what is AS, I am not a thieving bastard, are you EX-Grade, what is a president, what is psychomancy, what is screen share, etc.

They were all things Rasheel did not understand.”

THEY’RE TEACHING HIM ABOUT SCREEN SHARE

First a gun and now this? Alberu is gonna be the most tech-savvy medieval fantasy prince this side of a reverse isekai

[cherri-redd]

Against All Odds

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: After y/n is lost in battle, Wanda has to face life without you, but she can't take it, so she does the impossible to bring you back.

Notes: Angst with fluff

Word count: 676

Warnings: mentions of death, first fic so bear with it 😭

The world felt colder without you, stuck in an eternal winter with warmth nowhere to be found. Wanda stood in the shell of your shared apartment. What was once a lively home, now a desolate set of walls. Wanda's eyes were hollow and red with tears that were always present. Her heart aching at every moment, every thought about you. It was supposed to be a routine mission, you were supposed to come home to her. Wanda could have never imagined she would lose you. The reality began to dawn upon her, you weren't coming back, and the weight of your absence threatened to crush her entire existence. 

Days blurred into weeks. The other Avengers tried to comfort Wanda, but these efforts fell onto deaf ears. Wanda's thoughts were consumed by one thing, bringing you back. It wasn't just a want nor need, it was becoming an obsession. 

She threw herself into her spell books, reading and studying ancient rituals. One day, Wanda had found her answer. In a chapter of an ancient text she had stolen from the Sanctum, she found an ancient spell. It required immense power and an even greater sacrifice. However nothing could stop her. 

That night, she walked into the dark abyss that used to be your living room. The candles flickered as dark shadows were cast onto the walls. The faint scent of sage mixed with the thick air filled with anticipation. A sigil was painted in crimson red at the center of the room. Wanda's breathing was shaky, her eyes unfocused,

“I promise, I will bring you back,” she whispered. 

With one last deep breath, Wanda begun to read. The spell took all of Wanda's concentration, her fingers moving the red wisps meticulously around the room. The living room crackled with raw power and energy, the pictures of you on the walls trembling. Wanda's eyes grew brighter as poured all of her being into this spell.

Suddenly, everything stopped. The room grew silent, the candles snuffed out by an invisible force. Darkness clouded Wanda, doubt creeping into her heart. Had she failed? Failed you? 

Just as she was about to stand up, a bright glow illuminated from the sigil. Wanda covered her eyes, squinting to try and make out what was happening. 

When the light faded, a small figure laid in the center of the room. It was your body, smaller and paler, but it was you. Wanda inched closer, staring at your body. You were still, too still, and for a moment she thought the spell had failed. 

But then, your chest rose ever so slightly, and your eyes shot open. “Wanda? Is that you?” Your hoarse voice croaked out. You used your arms to push yourself up, taking in the scenery around you. 

A sob of relief is all the escaped Wanda. She gently pulled you into her arms, clinging onto you as if you would disappear if she let go. You inhaled Wanda's scent, her arms surrounding you in her warmth. “You're safe, you're here.” She soothingly traced circles on your back, calming you down. 

You raised your head to look at her, “I thought I was…”

“You were,” Wanda choked out, tears threatening to spill once more, “But I couldn't live without you, I had to try.” 

You put your hands on her face, cradling her face, tears freely dropping, “I love you so much Wanda.”

Her eyes stared deeply into yours, you were back, you were actually back. Her heart swelled with joy, but constricted with fear. She had defied natural order, pulled you away from the brink of the next plane, but at what cost? She didn't know what the future held, but here, as she held you in her arms, she knew one thing for certain. 

She would do anything and everything to keep you by her side. Because without you, the World was just a cold, empty place, and she couldn't bear to live in it. So, the two of you, would face anything, hand in hand, side by side, together, forever. 

[lnqr]

Heart In the Wrong Hands - Chapter 4

A/N: Saluations sinners, good to be back, Yes I know its been a while since I posted a new chapter and admitedly this was done 2 weeks ago but I procrastinated posting until I have chapter 5 started. currently im about half way through it so hopefully it will be done soon.

SORRY ITS SO SHORT

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Start - Prologue

Previous Chapter - Chapter 3 

Read more? - Master post 

Read elsewhere? - AO3

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Warnings 

Time period typical Racism 

Time period typical Sexism

I’m no longer putting ‘Swearing’ as a warning. Assume it to be in most if not all chapters. If any derogatory words are used I will put that as a warning but at this point I don't plan on adding such words. 

Please be careful with what you read. You are responsible for your own media consumption

Word count - 676

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~ Y/N ~ 

Your heart was still beating when you entered your shared house. Your errands run had gone a lot better than you had expected. Alastor had been a surprisingly pleasant surprise. Although he was very much a stranger to you still, you felt… safe? Comfortable? In his presence. It was ridiculous really, feeling safe in a strange man's company. Perhaps it was his voice, you did seem to get fixated on his voice early during the day (that you couldn’t forget, no matter how much you wanted to). He was a radio host, of course his voice was familiar and comforting. 

You knew it was wrong to spend time with Alastor for multiple factors: You were engaged to Virgil, your wedding was not far away, Alastor was an unattached darker skinned man. If you were caught it would strike tragedy for both of you. You knew Alastor was a radio host, one of a high position at that. It was likely a difficult feat for him to reach such a role. 

Virgil had left home a week prior, incredibly pleased with himself. He didn't tell you information related to his work often, it simply isn't important to the woman of the house. That time however, he wouldn’t stop speaking about how he was about to close a massive deal with NORS (New Orleans Radio Station). He hadn’t even verbally abused you that morning, that was rare. Usually he complained about the food or the morning coffee you made him. If the food was satisfactory he found some other minor issue to complain about. That morning, he didn’t. 

When he came home late in the afternoon, you hoped he would be in just as good of a mood. Unfortunately it seemed something had soured his mood. You had managed to gather that he did score the deal, that he had achieved what he had set out to do. 

What had apparently caused his sour mood was none other than who he referred to as “a lucky black street rat who didn't deserve what he was given.” You weren't oblivious, last night  at the party it became very clear who that man was. 

None other than the man who had been parading around town with you just this morning. 

It was around noon now and you were to expect Virgil home very soon. You didn't have time to dwell. 

So you set to work.

Carrying the bags of produce to the kitchen, you set them down on the counter and turned to grab the other remaining bags. Once they all sat on the counter you set to work unpacking them and placing the necessary items into the ice box and the others in their respective cupboards. 

It wasn’t long after that when the lock clicked open from the front door and Virgil, looking annoyed as usual, paraded in. His eyes were cold and very clearly focused on you, eyes lasered into you. 

You stepped close to him, trying to hide your shakiness and the slight ache in your back from last night. 

“Virgil, welcome home. I was just unpacking but I will get started on your lunch right away. Please have a seat-” You spoke only to be interrupted. 

“Have a fun day dear?” he spoke while leaning in the doorway. The false politeness in his tone didn't escape your notice. 

“I…yes my trip was quite delightful, I got everything done reasonably fast and all the products were ripe,” you responded. You hid your hands behind your back in hopes he wouldn't notice the shakes.

“You know damn well that isn’t what I’m referring to Y/N.” You shuddered as he spoke, how could he already know? It hadn’t even been 10 minutes since you got home, how had word already spread? 

Before you could speak, he spoke again. 

“What makes you think it’s acceptable to walk around, trailing that creature like a puppy. I’m the one you should follow, I’m the one who you should be trailing behind. Let's get one thing clear. You are mine.” 

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Sorry for the shorter chapter. I felt as though it was right to end it at this part. Based on my notes chapter 5 should be longer (unless I break it into 2)

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Chapter 676

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The Farmer’s Daughter

Summary: After Tyler’s last ride, he’s been lying around the house. His parents decide he needs a summer job. Lucky for him the owner of the town rodeo needs a new farm hand. But just when he thought it couldn’t no hotter the farmer’s daughter comes home from Aggie Land. Will they have a sweet summer lovin’ or will they break up in a small town

Masterlist

Word Count: 676

A/N: Oh my goodness guys I’m sorry it’s been so long. i just have had no motivation to write at all, even with all the time on my hand. I’m trying at least have the next chapter written before posting a new one. I should probably write a whole series before posting but I would never write if I did that so this is what we get. I really do hope yall enjoy this, let me know what you think. Thank you so much for reading <3

“I don’t know what to do man. I mean we were fine, good even. We spent every lunch together, she would bring me snacks. Then she just stopped.” Tyler was currently laying on his best friend's bean bag, beer in hand. Boone had invited a bunch of the guys over to hangout in his basement, like they were in high school again.

The guys had been listening to Tyler talk about Grace for weeks. At first it was how sweet and funny she was, now it was how she wasn’t coming around him anymore. How she spent most of her time inside or anywhere but home.

“Dude, you just met this girl like a month ago. I’ve never seen you like this. It’s weird.” Boone said from the floor, focusing on the game he was currently losing. Boone was right though, Tyler had never acted like this with a girl. He never talked on and on about a girl. He never blushed this hard. This was new for all of them.

“I know, I know. It’s weird to me too. I mean I’m going out of my way to see her, to impress her. Can anyone remember the last time I did that?” All of his buddies shake their heads. “Exactly! I don’t think I did anything. The last time we had lunch together, we were fine. She was laughing and smiling almost the whole time. She was sitting close to me. I don’t remember saying anything wrong.” Tyler ran his fingers through his hair, trying to think about what he could’ve done wrong.

“She is a girl, dude. They change their feelings in like .2 seconds. She is probably just on her period or something.” His buddy, Cash said. “Not her man, she’s not like that. She’s different. She wouldn't do that to someone, to me.” Tyler said, confidently. “Ty, you sound like you are in love with her.” Boone chimed in. “I’m not, I couldn't be, we just met…” Right? That would be crazy. He couldn’t be in love with Grace, right?

Grace was out at dinner with some girlfriends. Drinks and conversation were flowing through the night, all while Grace was keeping to herself. Her closeted friends caught on quickly to her silence. They knew how out of character it was for Grace to stay quiet when surrounded by her friends.

The night came to a slow end, it was just Aspen, Grace, and their other best friend Charli sitting at the table. “Ok, what’s up with you? I don’t think I heard you talk more than 5 times.” Aspen said, never BSing anything. Grace sighed, “It’s just… Mav. He got in my head about Tyler. Got me thinking.” Charli and Apen gave each other a look. They had the same worries that Mav did, that Tyler would break Grace just like Tom had. “I mean, I think I like him. He makes me laugh, smile, I crave to see him all the time. I want to make him laugh and make him smile. But what if he doesn’t feel the same? What if he just leaves me like he does to the other girls? What if he is sitting with his friends right now laughing at how pathetic I am?”

Grace has a habit of overthinking everything. And guys were no exceptions, if anything it became worse. Especially after Tom, she couldn’t let her heart get broken again. “Grace, you can’t let that stop you. The way you talk about him. I’ve never heard him act this way around a girl. He doesn’t come across the same way I normally hear about him. He comes across head over heels for you.” Charlie finally spoke up. Grace knew she was right. Everyone had heard the stories of Tyler being a playboy. “I don’t know, I mean head over heels? We barely know each other. I think that’s overreacting.” Grace said, taking the last sip of her wine. Right? That would be crazy. Grace and Tyler couldn’t be in love with each other, right?