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bradyemmerson‌:

It was clear as day that Dean was extremely nervous about whatever it was he needed to say and Brady held her tongue, keeping a concerned expression as she waited. When he finally did speak, her jaw dropped ever so slightly with surprise, needing a moment to process everything he was saying. She totally understood it, it would have been hard not to end up falling for someone like Emily, but hearing that Dean was interested still came as something of a shock to her. A shock and, in some capacity, a disappointment.

“Fuck, Dean, I didn’t…I didn’t know that it was um…that it was supposed to be a date or whatever,” she mumbled, head dropping towards her chest as she started to bite down hard at her lip. “I wouldn’t have like…been there if I knew. Did um…I mean…did Emily know it was like…supposed to be a date?” Brady didn’t know for sure, but she didn’t get the sense that Emily had expected it to be a date from the way she had talked about the evening. Dean was an attractive, charming in his own way sort of guy, so she didn’t see any reason why Emily wouldn’t have gone out with Dean if it had been a clearly set out date. “You uh…you should maybe talk to her about it, like…make uh…make sure she knows how you feel ‘cause I don’t…I don’t think she knew.” Brady felt a pang in her chest suggesting it, the thought of Emily and Dean being together deflating her in a way that she hadn’t necessarily expected. Even if it meant pushing her own crush on Emily aside, she wanted nothing more than her friends to be happy and if that was with each other, she would support it.

He shook his head and looked down too embarrassed to make eye contact. “no, don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault, you didn't know.” He shrugged and looked up, making eye contact again. “I thought I had asked her on a date, but maybe it didn’t come across that way. She didn’t say anything to you?” His head tilted to the side. Even if Emily wasn’t interested she surely would’ve mentioned it to Brady. He noticed her searching for words and was worried he was making things uncomfortable for her. “Yeah, maybe. I don’t know I don’t want to force my feelings on her or anything. If she knows she might feel guilty and say she’d go out with me. I just...i want it to be real.” He looked around, “I’m sorry this is weird. I didn’t mean to be so weird about it. Are we still okay?” His voice was almost pleading and there was the same look in his eyes. He hoped beyond anything he hadn’t messed up their friendship by ghosting.

#t: brady #bradyemmerson

isaiahxcruz‌:

Dean’s enthusiasm helped Zay kick it into high gear, as it always did. The man could definitely be a coach full time- he was always positive but knew how to get the most out of other people. At least he could with Isaiah. As they stretched, Zay nodded. He knew that there was no payment necessary- it was made clear when he first approached Dean- but there was always a small part of him that felt bad. Dean was out here spending all his time training Zay with no type of repayment. “Don’t touch the ground, right,” he repeated, adjusting his form. Everything inside of him was on fire; this was going to hurt tomorrow. “Let me buy you dinner. At least a beer,” he countered. Beer was, what? A couple bucks? Straight pennies when it was coming from a few hundred dollars. “You’ve been doin’ a lot for me.” Zay changed positions and attempted to touch his toes, only reaching the middle of his shins. “Right. When I win,” he chuckled. The confidence Dean had in him was overwhelming. “Check this old move I’ve been workin’ on,” Zay jumped up and got into fighting position. “It’s a jab-cross-dodge but after the dodge, you’re supposed to…,” he shifted all his weight to his front leg and tried to continue the momentum into a roundhousekick…but fell flat on his ass. “Shit! Ah,” he laughed, “Ideally I’m supposed to be able to get someone at least in the chin with that move. Cool, right?”

he looked over the other man with a critical eye, making sure he was doing it properly before nodding, “yep, just like that.” He gave a small chuckle at Zays persistence, never one to turn down food he relented, “fine, I could go for some Mongolian BBQ if you want to shout that?” he didn’t want to suggest a place that was too pricey, but also didn’t want to offend him by saying Mcdonalds and making him think that Dean thought he couldn’t afford it. He shrugged and he stood up “and maybe a beer too.”

He tried to hold in the laughter, resulting instead with an ammused smirk on his face as he moved over and offered him a helping hand up. “pretty cool, be even cooler if you could land it.” He teased, “maybe you’re better off leaving that one for the next fight.” He finally let out a laugh. “Can’t wait for your fight though. I got something special made up” he finished with a wink, “can’t wait for you to see it.”

#t: isaiah #isaiahxcruz

emily-duncanarchive

WHERE: the redwood equivalent of trader joe’s WHO: @deanmwilson

Elbows resting against the shopping cart, Emily’s attention was split between the rows of breakfast cereals and her Twitter feed. It was bad form, she knew, to focus on her phone in the middle of an aisle at the grocery store, but scouring her mentions for acknowledgment of the off vibe of their last stream was decidedly more important than social graces. Thankfully, though, it seemed that whatever had been ‘off’ hadn’t made it through the stream. It had her thinking, not for the first time, that she should probably reach out to–

Dean. She paused, hand nearly connecting with the box of cereal before it fell to her side. Well, it appeared the universe had a sense of humor. Or, at the very least, it had grown tired of her dragging her feet and had presented Dean on a silver platter in the middle of the grocery store. Cereal box forgotten, she straightened, fingers splayed out on the handle of the cart as she addressed him. “Hey.” Though she felt entirely unsure– something she’d never felt before in Dean’s company– her voice was unwavering. “You come to the cereal aisle often?”

deanmwilson

Anyone who saw Dean shopping or glanced at his cart wouldn’t be laughed at for assuming he was shopping for a family of 5. The man liked to eat and always made sure he had plenty of food. Earphones in as he wandered down the aisles zoned out, listening to their latest stream. He knew he couldn’t keep avoiding Emily or making things awkward. But he didn’t know what to do.

Turning the corner into the cereal aisle he was brought face to face with the very person he was thinking about. His eye tracked the fallen cereal box, using it as a delay, he gingerly walked over, lent down and picked it up, handing it to her. “hi. He looked down at his feet before shrugging and making eye contact. “fairly often.” This was getting ridiculous, she was one of his his best friends. Is one of his best friends, even if she never felt the same way, he hoped that would never change. After a pregnant pause he added, “I’m sorry Ems. I’ve been going through some stuff and I think I’ve been taking i out on you, and that’s not fair.”

#t: emily #emily-duncan

johnbernsteinx‌:

John pulled a face when he thought about all the unfortunate souls who’d had to endure the book he was currently considering donating. Or burning. He wasn’t sure just yet. “You haven’t missed a lot. It’s just about some guy who falls in love with a girl who’s going to get married to another guy and she doesn’t like him back so he’s just…whining about it,” he explained with a laugh, shaking his head at the professional review he’d given the other man just now. “I agree with that a hundred percent. I’d love to be able to say I’m enjoying this because I’ve read a few of his books and I liked them but this one I just can’t connect with, sadly,” he added, sighing as he put down the book in defeat.

Smiling when the stranger realized that he’d looked right through him, John didn’t think much of it because he was sure Merlot would be thrilled anyways. And judging by the way he wagged his tail and immediately leaned into the man’s hand to sniff it, he’d been right. A small laugh escaped John and he gave a small shrug, a little self-conscious about the name still but he’d figured it was a good match. He loved a good bottle of merlot, he’d adopted a red dog and he thought it had a good ring to it so Merlot had been his first and obvious choice. “Exactly! Like the wine. He’s about five years old, I think. I adopted him two years ago,” he explained, a small smile tugging on his lips. “He’s had it rough but he remained so friendly…it’s nice to see him trusting strangers now. He would’ve retreated and tried to hide a little over a year ago.”

“Ahh one of those books, a classic woe is me tale.” he nodded his head and scratched the back of his neck before gesturing with the hand that wasn’t still scratching Merlot, “well at least you gave it a go. I guess that’s all you really can do. Dean tried to stop it, but failed miserably as the large child like grin came over his face. “Rough” He managed to say clearly before falling into laughter, “sorry sorry I love stuff like that. But, i’m glad he’s doing better, and has a great home now.” He gave the dog one last pat and scratch behind the ear before standing up again.

With an extended hand he offered out an introduction, “I’m Dean. thanks for letting me pet your dog.” The smile on his face still quite large, “I’ve actually been thinking of adopting one myself.”

#t: john #johnbernsteinx

gullivermcpherson‌:

“Oh yeah, her group of nerds,” Gulliver laughed a bit too loudly and once he realized how bluntly he said what he had, he stopped and quickly clarified. “Not really. She’s, uh, a friend, I’d never call someone a nerd unless we’re friends, no offense to you. If it makes you feel better, I don’t play… D and D? But uh, I totally used to run around my yard as a kid and wave around sticks like swords like I was straight out of a Jonathon Swift novel.” He shrugged at his offering, not feeling any hostility from the man he had only ever saw from a distance a few times, but he’s come to learn in the past that people don’t always get a joke, especially when it came to something they were passionate about.

“Kitchen. The sink started to leak sometime last night. We put a bucket there, but it caused a huge mess and hasn’t really stopped. But it’s real slow, so maybe more of a drizzle instead of a leak? Are there specific terms for how fast it comes out? Uh, pretty sure it’s not sealed correctly, it’s an old house, but I also have no clue what I’m talking about,” Gully tossed up his hand that wasn’t holding anything, his eyebrows raised in the slightest bit of confusion.

A slow smirk crossed Deans face as the other man rambled. He found him trying to dig himself out of a whole he was never really in amusing. “Hey, honestly its fine. I don’t find the word nerd offensive.” He gave a deep chested laugh, “yeah I use to do that too, in between training sessions.”

He nodded slowly taking in all the information. “well if you’re lucky, sounds like you’d be okay with just a new washer on it. Worst case scenario a new pipe, but its honestly probably just the seal on the old washers rubbed off. Think they have a pack of washers in aisle 12, for like 10 dollars.” He shrugged, “hopefully that does it.”

#t: gulliver #gullivermcpherson

bradyemmerson‌:

“Figured you could use something to eat when you got here,” she chuckled, still stuffing her own face with food as she sat there. For someone who exercised so little, she could pack away food like no tomorrow. It was rare to find Brady without snacks, so the smorgasboard of food in front of her was like Christmas morning as she unwrapped another burrito. She let things stay quiet as Dean finished off his taco, happy to sit there and cram food and hot sauce down her throat as she waited for her companion to start talking.

Nodding slowly, Brady was trying to puzzle out what it was that had happened. He had been kind of a jerk, especially to Emily, and her face twisted up with a confused look about it all. Whatever it was that was so secret, she was hoping it wouldn’t ruin the group that they had worked so hard to build up. “Yeah, no for sure. If you want it between us, this is where it stays, promise,” she assured him, giving him another nod to continue on with whatever it was he needed to explain. Her foot was tapping with anticipation, the nerves about having to deal with something potentially serious starting to set in. “As long as you didn’t like murder someone, I can keep a secret, so shoot my friend. What’s going on?”

He chuckled at her comment and shook his head. “no, no nothing like that I swear. It’s just that, well I mean I.” He stuttered over his words for a minute not knowing quite how to say it. His leg started bouncing and he quickly glanced before the words left his mouth so fast that it almost sounded like one word, “Ilikelikeemily.” He stole a sip of Brady's drink and took a deep breath. “sorry.”

Running a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down he began to explain. “I like Emily. Like you know like Emily. Honestly, since the day I met her basically. But, I don’t know, I mean a girl like that is never gonna want to go out with someone like me.” He shrugged his shoulders, now picking at the food in front of him. “I asked to the gala as a date. I finally got up the nerve and she said yes. I went out and bought a suit. I bought some flowers and then I get there and its a group thing.” His voice was dejected but he quickly looked up, I’m not saying it was bad that you were there. You’re one of my best friends. I just. I mean. She could’ve said no. She could’ve just said she didn’t want to date me. I would’ve understood.”

#t: brady #bradyemmerson

He nodded as he took in the other mans words. “I think that was one of the recommended books for my lit class back in college, but I never ended up reading that one.” He shrugged his shoulders and sighed, “I think that’s a common theme though, some people will say good things about something they hated just to seem more intelligent, because a critic did or because they want to fit in. Same goes the other way, it’s annoying really.”

Then rocking back on the balls of his feet and clapping his hands together he gave a nervous chuckle as he realized he wasn’t being so subtle. But it didn’t last long before he was smiling again and standing confidently, if this man didn’t mind him petting the dog, he was going to. He crouched down, and gently reached a hand out, not wanting to spook him. “I trust your judgment.” He directed at the man before attention back on the dog “I bet you’re a good boy aren’t you?” He stayed in his position but looked up, “Merlot like the wine? How old is he?

#t: john #johnbernsteinx

He gave a genuine smile and held his hand, firmly grasping and shaking the other mans hand “Dean”. He had this strange feeling he knew this guy, or at least should. Especially with a name like Gulliver, but he couldn’t place it. Maybe his dad knew their family or something. His musings was interrupted by the mention of Emily, “yeah I am. I’m part of her D and D group too” a proud smile came across his face. He’d played in the NFL and been set to win MVP but a show with some friends on twitch was still one of his proudest achievements. Curiosity got the better of him as he asked, “Do you go in her shop often then?”

He looked down at the stuff that Gulliver had already grabbed and then back up to the shelf, knowing they were in the wrong isle, he decided to not make that his opening statement and went with, “so, what kind of sink are we looking at? Kitchen, bathroom, laundry? And what’s the problem with it?”

#t: gulliver #gullivermcpherson

He grinned at the amount of exhaustion he had Zay showing. Years of playing a physical sport where mouth guards were usually worn made him able to understand most out of breath or mumbled responses, he wasn’t struggling as much but even he had to admit he agreed with that statement, “it’s going to be so good, and we’re almost there. Don’t slow down now though, let’s keep it up! Keep up the pace!” He finished louder and a bit more forceful, definitely not angry just enthusiastic and pushing him. “Maybe not yet, but I’m sure you can be one day.” He genuinely meant it, Z was like a younger brother almost, and Dean always felt a sense of pride when he accomplished anything, and believed he could do what ever he set his mind too.

They finally made it to the park and Dean leant back, stretching his body to allows his lungs to fill. “You don’t need to do that. You know I’d come even if you don’t pay me.” It’s not like he needed Isaiahs money, and he enjoyed there time together. He set himself into a lounge and looked at the other expectantly, “just make sure your knee doesn’t touch the ground.” He advised, he then got up and swapped legs. Making sure he was being copied before sitting on the grass stretching his legs out straight and leaning forward to try and touch his toes. “Besides it’s not if you win, it’s when you win.”

#t: isaiah #isaiahxcruz

devwright

location; taco bell tagged; @deanmwilson

It had been a complete relief for Brady when Dean had agreed to meet up with her for dinner to chat about whatever had been going on. The group that had formed with Emily, Dean, and the rest had been something that Brady had come to genuinely cherish in her life. They were some of the most important people in her life and if something was threatening to disturb the vibe that they’d had, she wanted to do what she could to help fix it. Getting to the Taco Bell a bit early, Brady put in her usual order, as well as several extra orders of stuff for Dean, and grabbed it to sit down, lounging back in the seat happily. It was one of her favorite places to be in town, when not at home or the office, and she felt a certain sense of comfort there. It was, honestly, part of why she had asked Dean to meet there of all places.

Dean arrived not too long after she had gotten there herself and she waved in greeting from where she was sitting. “Hey-o, Dean-o, come on over. I already got you some food,” she chirped, holding up the giant bag of assorted Taco Bell products.”Big variety, so eat whatever you want.” As much as she wanted to immediately broach the subject at hand of what was going on with him, she figured it more polite to wait and let Dean come around to it himself.

deanmwilson

He had probably been sitting in his car outside Taco Bell for about 5 minutes, but it felt like hours. Sitting in the empty car as his hands gripped the steering wheel, and he slowly put his head on the wheel. He took a deep breath and finally lifted his head and got out. He was worried about Brady would react. He knew he had been a jerk and blown them off an made things awkward. He knew it wasn’t her fault and just him reacting badly. He also wasn’t sure how she’d take him saying his feelings for Emily.

As he walked in he glanced around and saw Brady greeting him and smiling, his shoulders dropped and he smiled in relief, “hey Bradster.” He looked at the food and his smile got bigger as he sat down an immediately picked up a taco, “you’re god sent I’m starving.” He was one of those people who was always hungry and regularly snacking. After he finished the taco he whipped his hands before pausing. Unsure of where to start his words came out slowly a first, “thanks for meeting up with me. I know I acted like a tool and was a jerk. I just, I don’t know, I over reacted and I shouldn’t of.” He stopped and nervously glanced over his shoulders, “this stays between us right?”

#t: brady #bradyemmerson #i wanted to use the gif lol

johnbernsteinx

While John genuinely started thriving in the summer, and not just because it was Leo season, he’d always enjoyed those first rays of sunshine after a cold winter the most and made sure to catch as many of them as possible. Growing up in Toronto, he’d definitely seen worse in terms of blizzards, which was why he’d been thankful for the relatively mild weather they’d been having here in Oregon.

So there he was, sitting outside the Real Bean with his dog Merlot laying under the table and his leash wrapped around his chair while the dark haired male was leaning back, a book in hand and glasses resting low on the bridge of his nose while his brows furrowed and he didn’t tear away his glance, even when he reached for his steaming cup to bring it to his lips. Setting it back down, he locked eyes with a fellow guest, tilting his head and pulling a face. “Have you ever read a book that you so desperately want to get into but it just really fucking sucks? I’m trying really hard right now but I just don’t think I can do it and that has to be a first. It’s just too grotesque.”

deanmwilson

There was no way around it really, he was addicted to coffee. Strong, black coffee. He’d have it in an IV if he could. He walked out of the cafe with a fresh coffee and couldn’t help but let out a sigh of content after the first sip. That’s when he saw movement under a chair, realising it was a rail whipping back and forth, he slowly took a step closer, trying to get a better look. He loved dogs and when he saw this one he wanted to pet it, he didn’t even notice he was moving towards them until he looked up and made eye contact with the person with them.

Clearing his throat he didn’t want to admit he was only here for the dog so he nodded, “yeah I get that. I tried reading Lord of the Flies, cause everyone I talked to said it was amazing.” He shrugged “I found it boring, just couldn’t get into it.” He gestured towards the book, while trying to steal glances at the dog, “what are you reading? Or, trying to?” He gave a friendly smile and took another sip of his coffee.

#t: john #johnbernsteinx

gullivermcpherson

OPEN STARTER location: nailed it

Gulliver ran his hand through his hair, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips as he glanced over the dozens of options in front of him. A sink had broken in the little old house he shared with his Ma, which was more broken parts than anything at this point, and it had been his grand idea to try to fix it himself instead of spending the extra money to hire a professional. But… tools had been his dad’s expertise, a fond memory of barely being three years old and handing the man hardware as he repaired whatever needed fixing at that time floated across his mind. His dad would have known which wrench he needed. Or maybe it was a set of pliers? Eyebrows crinkled together, trying to remember what the online tutorial had told him.

No longer being sure of the exact tool he needed, his options doubled and in so, his frustration did too. Gully glanced around Nailed It, weighing the pros and cons of just asking someone else for help. How bad would it be? He’d be slightly embarrassed, being a twenty-seven year old Mahonia boy and not knowing the difference between wrenches and pliers and c-clamps… oh god, did he need a c-clamp instead? He groaned, knowing his stomach would be worse for the wear after this much worrying and stressing about tools. Finally, he took a deep breath and nodded toward the person next to him. “Hey, you ever fix a sink before?”

deanmwilson

Nailed it was probably the first store that Dean became familiar with when he moved to town, and maybe still remains one of his most frequented. The house his father bought was definitely a fixer upper, and it seemed like most of that fixing up fell on Dean. He knew all the workers by name and memerised the store layout back to front. Usually his trips in were very quick and efficient, but today he was there with a sense of casualness. He was meant to meet his dad after his doctors appointment and realised if he left now he’d be too early, so instead he was just casually strolling through the aisles, ply wood tucked firmly under one arm.

He had zoned out a little as he walked and was pulled out of his stupor by a voice. “Hmm?” He questioned before his brain finally clicked back into action, “oh yeah, I’ve done that a couple times, you need a hand?” There wasn’t any judgement or condescending tone, rather just a guy willing to lend his hand.

#t: gulliver #gullivermcpherson

devwright

deanmwilson‌:

Dean: I’m sorry, you know I suck at feelings and emotions sometimes. It’s nothing too bad though.

Dean: I think…

Dean: we could go grab coffee now if your free? Or grab dinner later tonight

Brady: I mean, same. Can relate. But seriously, always here for you.

Brady: Dinner works better, I’m still in pajamas. Taco Bell tonight? Call it six?

deanmwilson

Dean: Yeah Taco Bell sounds great.

Dean: I’ll see you there

#text: brady #bradyemmerson

isaiahxcruz

Location: Downtown

@deanmwilson

His feet pounded the pavement relentlessly and Zay could feel the asphalt all the way into his knees. He desperately needed new shoes, especially if they were going to keep increasing their cardio workouts like this. “How much further?” he asked desperately. As much as Isaiah despised cardio, he couldn’t deny how much better he was getting in the ring, especially at ducking and dodging. They turned the corner and kept on, sweat being caught by the bandana around his forehead- he’d definitely have to wash it tonight. “I swear I can feel my goddamn lungs,” Zay struggled to keep his breathing at a level pace. Dean was always pushing him to be better, something that he loved and hated simultaneously. Coming to a stop right outside Anchor Management, Isaiah threw his hands above his head and took deeper breaths. “Next fight is in two days. Seven hundred dollar prize,” he told him. “Dude is supposedly huge- are you gonna be there?”

deanmwilson

Football use to be Deans life. It was all he knew. He trained, played, watched, and lived it. The game was his first love and his knee injury brought it all to a crashing halt. It took him a while, it took long hours of work, persistence and determination but he managed to recover. He’d never play professional again, if he got tackled on the wrong angle it could give entirely. But with training and working he got himself up to almost where he use to be.

When Isiah approached him for coaching Dean was happy to take him on. While he didn’t have experience with fighting necessarily he was definitely able to help with fitness. His current jobs didn’t allow for this form of release which is why everything he got Isiah to do he did aswell. It was with a smirk on his face he looked over to the other man, with a small chuckle behind his voice “not much further, come on Champ. You can’t be tired already.” His teasing cane from a good natures place, hoping to make it lighter and push him forward.

Turning the corner he made sure to keep pace, not wanting to push him too far. “There’s a little park a few blocks up. I want us to stop there and get a proper cool down stretch in.” He managed to keep his voice level to explain. “Of course I’ll be there, wouldn’t miss it for the world. And you know size is over rated. What’s that quote, gotta float like a butterfly sting like a bee? That’s you man, just stay light on your feet and quick.”