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dystopicjumpsuit · 10 months

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Tup à Trois

Happy Tup Tuesday! Inspired by this delicious (and NSFW) Tup Spicy Alphabet Headcanons post by @deejadabbles and the absolutely unhinged conversation that followed.

Rating: Mature/18+/Minors DNI

Pairing: Tup x Fem!Reader x Jesse

Wordcount: 2,519 words of filth

Warnings: SMUT; threesome; oral sex; femdom; lingerie/stocking fetish; exhibitionism; voyeurism; cum eating; PIV

A/N: this didn't seem that kinky when I was writing, but now that I see all the warnings written out, I'm starting to think I might be desensitized. There must be something in the water. Anyway, here's my beautiful boy.

Previously, on Tup Tuesday | Masterlist | Join my tag list here

“It’s just sex,” he says. “No reason to make it weird if everybody’s down.”

Your gaze drifts over Jesse’s body. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t hotter than Mustafar, but his particular brand of arrogant swagger does nothing for you. You far prefer Tup’s sweet, quiet sincerity and understated confidence. But if it’s just sex? Jesse looks like a wild ride.

He stretches casually, showing off the muscles that bulge beneath his uniform, and when you look back up to his face, he has a smug expression that makes you want to throw something at him. Like a drink. Or your pussy.

“See something you like?” he asks insolently.

You dart a guilty look at Tup, realizing you’ve been ogling his brother right in front of him, but to your surprise, his eyes are trained intensely on your face, his pupils dilated so wide that you can barely make out the rich brown of his irises. You recognize the desire in his gaze, and you realize—Oh. He likes that idea.

You’ve learned that Tup likes to watch. He’ll lie in bed next to you, watching you play with yourself for hours as he whispers sweet words of lust and encouragement. In fact, he often brings new toys for you when he comes home on leave. This is the first time the toy he’s offering is one of his brothers, though. Your eyes dart between Jesse and Tup, and they watch you with the same expression: pure, unbridled craving.

“Want to get out of here?” Jesse asks.

You turn to Tup, and he nods. You slide out of the booth so fast you nearly pitch forward onto the floor, but Tup catches you, and the three of you stumble out of the club. As Tup hails a cab, Jesse pulls you back against him and slides his hands over your hips, dropping his mouth to the junction where your neck meets your shoulder and licking his way up to your earlobe. His facial hair is a little more prickly than Tup’s, and the unfamiliar rasp of it sends shivers through your body.

Distantly, you hear some jackass cat-calling the two of you, but you’re too aroused to care. Tup rejoins you, and he kisses you with a sweltering intensity before he tugs you across the landing platform and helps you into the waiting taxi. Jesse slides in next, and then Tup, and soon you are flying through the skylanes toward your flat.

Jesse, clearly not shy about performing in front of an audience, continues his exploration of your body, his mouth and hands roaming over your skin, sliding under your dress to tease you through your silky undergarments. Tup sits back and observes, his erection prominently tenting the front of his uniform. You meet his eyes, silently inviting him to join in, but he just murmurs words of lewd encouragement as Jesse redoubles his efforts.

“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” you ask as Jesse buries his face between your tits.

“I didn’t know if your mouth was off-limits,” he says. “Tup?”

Tup looks to you, and you give him a tiny smile.

“Give her what she wants,” Tup orders.

Jesse’s kiss is overpowering, breath-stealing, confident, assertive—just like the man. He ravages your mouth with tactical precision, all tongue and teeth and heat. When you reach your flat, the three of you crash through the door in a tangle of limbs and lips. Jesse kicks off his boots without ever pulling his mouth away from yours, even as you unfasten his uniform jacket and shove it down his arms. You fumble with his belt buckle, and his trousers are next to go, leaving him in only his boxers and undershirt.

You slide your hand inside the elastic waistband of his underwear and grasp the hot, rock-hard length of his cock, and you feel a sticky wetness on your wrist where his tip brushes against you. Reaching lower, you cup his balls.

“That all you got?” he asks with a cocky grin.

Raising an eyebrow, you take him in a firm hold, and a harsh groan wrenches from his throat as he thrusts against you. So he likes to play rough. Interesting.

“Enough,” Tup’s voice cuts through the need that clouds your brain, startling you with its harshness. “Jesse, strip. I want her to see you.”

You shoot an uncertain look at Tup, but Jesse only smirks.

“Enjoying being in command, little brother?” he asks, a taunt clear in his voice.

“Shut up and get naked, Jesse,” you order, and his eyes dart to yours in surprise, before darkening with arousal.

“Tup, you didn’t tell me she was so mean,” he says as he pulls off his shirt. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“Nobody asked you to talk, pretty boy,” you reply.

“Shit,” he breathes, his movements slowing to a halt as he stares at you, his jaw slack.

You tilt your jaw imperiously, and he drops his boxers and steps out of them, and then he stands before you in full, glorious nudity. You try to maintain your bravado, but holy kriff, Jesse is something else. You know he’s older than Tup, and you can see it reflected in his body. Tup is strong and undeniably fit, but he’s leaner than Jesse, whose bulk is almost intimidating now that you can see the full extent of it. He has incredibly broad shoulders, a thick chest and solid core, and absolutely massive thighs. You reach a hand out to stroke down his abdominal muscles, and he shoots you a slow smirk that says he knows exactly how good he looks.

Undaunted, you make your way around him in a languid circle, stopping to admire his frankly incredible ass. He turns to watch you over his shoulder, and you notice that he subtly flexes his muscles as he does so.

“This isn’t a strip club, baby,” he says. “You can touch the goods.”

“I’m not your baby,” you say, but you slide your hand over his ass anyway, digging your nails in a bit as you squeeze the firm muscle.

As you circle back to stand in front of Jesse, Tup steps close behind you, hands drifting over your shoulders as he kisses your neck. You lean into him, and you hear the faint sound of a zipper lowering as your dress goes loose around you. He lets it drop to the ground, and you step out of it, still wearing your heels. Jesse hisses out a curse when he sees you standing in nothing but a sheer, lacy bra, matching panties, and thigh-high stockings held up by a flirty little garter belt.

“She isn’t mean to me,” Tup says with a smirk.

“Fuck me,” Jesse says, awed.

“That’s the plan,” you say.

“Do you think he’s earned it?” Tup asks.

You eye Jesse speculatively. His gaze is riveted to your tits, and you can tell how badly he wants to touch you by the way his hands clench and release. Tup sees it, too, and he torments his brother by stroking his big, calloused hands over your body, cupping your breasts and thumbing your nipples through the lace of your bra, then sliding a hand down to slip inside your underwear and caress your cunt. His fingers circle your clit and then slide inside, and your legs nearly buckle from pleasure.

“I’m not convinced,” you say, forcing yourself to keep a steady voice. “Maybe if he begs… On his knees.”

Jesse’s eyes snap to yours, and he gets that cocky look again—the one that says he’s not going down that easily, but Tup intervenes.

“God damn, you’re wet, baby,” he says, and you know he’s doing it on purpose to goad Jesse, because he never calls you that. “Sweetest little pussy in the galaxy. You should taste her, brother. I swear you’ll never want to eat anything else.”

He withdraws his fingers from you and brings his arm across your throat as he raises them to his mouth. You tilt your head back onto his shoulder and watch as he sucks your taste from his own hand. When you look at Jesse, he’s watching too, and he doesn’t say a word as he sinks to his knees.

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” you tease. “Unlike your cock. Maybe I’m not the only one who sees something to like.”

You step a foot between his knees and brush your leg against his erection. Fuck, he is absolutely rigid and dripping precum. He thrusts against your shin, smearing himself on your stocking.

“You’re making a mess,” you say.

“Clean her up, brother,” Tup commands.

Jesse wraps a hand around the back of your calf and slides it up to your knee, raising your leg to his mouth. Tup stabilizes you from behind, his strong arms holding you steady. He still has one hand on your breast while his other arm drapes across your throat, and the pressure is just enough to make you lightheaded. The coarse wool of his uniform scratches your skin, driving you wild with the thought of Tup, fully clothed, watching a fully nude Jesse explore your body. Jesse licks the sticky fluid off your leg, then begins working his way up, kissing and licking, and occasionally taking the sheer, delicate fabric of your stocking in his teeth and pulling it away from your skin, only to let it snap back against you. The pair will be ruined after tonight, but it’s worth it to see the frantic lust in Jesse’s eyes.

When he reaches the top of your thigh-high, he pauses his progress to slip his hand inside and stretch the fabric, eyes trained on the movement of his fingers beneath it. He spends so long admiring it that you nudge his cock with your high-heeled foot, just hard enough to pull another one of those delicious, ragged grunts from him.

“Pussy isn’t going to eat itself,” you say. “Be a good boy and get back to work.”

Tup makes a helpless sound in your ear, and Jesse takes a deep, shuddering breath. Obediently, he slides his hands up your thighs to squeeze your ass, brushing across the scrap of fabric covering your entrance, and then he tugs your panties down your legs.

“Clever girl, wearing them on top of the garter belt,” he murmurs.

“Fortune favors the prepared,” you smirk, but you don’t get to enjoy your victory for long, because Jesse hooks his shoulder under your thigh and plunges his tongue into you. “FUCK!”

Tup huffs a breath against your face as you scream out the curse, and you can feel his cock pressed against your ass. He stares down your body to where Jesse is joined to you, devouring your cunt with the ardor of a starving man.

“Can you hold her, brother?” he asks softly.

Jesse nods his head without ever pulling away from you, and without warning, Tup lifts you off the floor as Jesse pulls your other leg onto him so you’re seated fully on his shoulders, straddling his face.

Fuck, he’s strong, you marvel, as he supports your weight without difficulty. His hands grip your ass, angling you perfectly into his mouth, and within minutes, you feel your body tightening in on itself. You grab onto Jesse’s head as your hips instinctively begin to writhe, and when he scrapes his teeth across your clit, it shoves you violently over the precipice. You scream as you fly apart, but it isn’t Jesse’s name on your lips. Tup makes the sweetest sounds you’ve ever heard when he hears you chanting his name as he watches you come on his brother’s tongue.

“Can you take another, love?” he whispers hoarsely in your ear. “Will you let Jesse fuck you while I watch?”

Jesse is still working his tongue at a maddening pace, and your body jerks and thrashes between the two men. You’ve lost the capacity to speak, but you nod your head frantically, and Jesse finally withdraws from you. Tup lifts you off him and holds you, one arm under your knees and the other supporting your shoulders, as Jesse stands.

“Where?” Jesse asks.

“Sofa,” Tup says.

Jesse crosses to the couch, and Tup deposits you gently on his brother’s lap, then retrieves a chair from the kitchen table and sets it in front of you. He strips efficiently, and by the time Jesse has the two of you arranged, Tup is seated in front of you, legs spread wide as he lazily pumps his cock.

“Are you ready?” Jesse asks, his breath hot against the back of your neck.

“Yes,” you say, and you can’t quite keep your voice from shaking. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, and you can tell without looking that he’s grinning against your shoulder.

He eases into you slowly, and once he’s fully seated, he starts to move. You hang on for dear life as he fucks into you, your legs straddling his, and your arms stretched over your head to hold onto his neck. He cups your tits roughly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, and when he pinches your nipples, you know he’s getting revenge for your little stunt with the high heel.

“Don’t hurt her,” Tup warns.

“She can take it,” Jesse grunts, his voice strained. “Can’t you, darlin’?”

“That all you got?” you ask, parroting his earlier snark.

He reaches down to play with your clit, and as he does, he leans the two of you backward so you’re nearly lying flat on top of him, which has the happy effect of laying you open on full display for Tup to appreciate.

“Oh, shit,” Tup breathes, barely audible.

Jesse pounds into you until your legs cramp and your body slicks with sweat. You keep your eyes on Tup, watching as his hand moves faster and more deliberately, until at last he grips himself in a tight fist, and with three final, brutal thrusts, he comes, shooting thick spurts of sticky, white cum across his torso. That’s all you need, and you convulse around Jesse’s cock, crying out in bliss.

“Fuck!” Jesse pants in your ear. “Shit—You’re going to make me—where do you want me to—”

“Not inside,” you gasp. “Come on my ass.”

He pulls out of you, and you drop to your knees on the floor between Tup’s thighs. Jesse scoots forward, and you can feel the slap of his cock and fist as he jerks himself against your ass. Leaning forward, you lick the cum off of Tup’s skin, delicately lapping up every last drop as he watches you from under hooded, sleepy eyelids. Jesse lets out a rough groan, and you feel liquid heat splatter on your lower back and slide down your ass.

He flops backward with a whimper that almost makes you want to go for a third round, but Tup gazes down at you with adoration in his beautiful caramel eyes, and you snuggle against his torso as he wraps his arms around you.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers. “Thank you.”

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Tagging: @blueink-bluesoul @secondaryrealm @spicy-clones @wings-and-beskar @523rdrebel @goblininawig @merkitty49 @anxiouspineapple99 @sinfulsalutations @arcsimper5 @starrylothcat @clio3kantarella

#tupperware is for sharing #tup tuesday #clone trooper tup #arc trooper jesse #clone trooper tup x reader #sw tcw fanfic #tcw fanfic #dystopicjumpsuit writes #juicy jesse

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a-deed-without-a-name · 7 months

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Get Ready for...Deed's 🎃 Extra-Spooky, Super-Kinky Halloween Extravaganza! 🎃

Am I overhyping this? Oh hell yeah.

Does anybody besides me care what I do? Probably not.

ANYWAY.

Here we are, in the very best month of the entire year, and there are four, count 'em, FOUR weekends to take advantage of, something I'm working my ass off to do.

Things to look forward to:

👻 One dark-themed kink fic posted every Saturday for the first three weekends of the month (hopefully)

👻 Two fics posted on the last weekend of the month (not featuring my usual kinks, the real horror is feelings)

👻 Nothing on Halloween proper because it's on a Tuesday (ew)

👻 A healthy mix of Supernatural and Hannibal content (skewing towards Hannibal because why not)

Questions? Concerns? Me, too. But you can direct yours to my ask box - anons are turned back on. 😉

Happy Cocktober Spooky Season, everybody!

AO3 links to Extravaganza stories:

In the Body of the Lion - insect!AU Hannigram. Weight gain/stuffing kink

The Red Queen Hypothesis - dark Wincest, alternate S4. Weight gain/stuffing kink

Form So Soft, Charms So Rare - Hannigram. Weight gain/stuffing and cannibalism play kinks

The Vacuum of My Heart - Samifer in the Cage. Living latex kink (kind of), body horror, identity loss and mind-breaking

We Are Now Among the Ruins - Hannigram. Post-fall. Paralysis, cannibalism, and angst, oh my!

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its-blip-on-the-radar · 11 months

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“Allow me to be myself, and I will thrive.”

Happy pride everybody! Have this short piece about my journey into discovering my gender identity. I love myself more than I ever have. Here’s to seven months on testosterone, and a life time of happiness ahead of me.

Anyways, hope you all are staying safe, hydrated, and happy! Here’s to the rest of June! May we all thrive.

Follow me on tapas for comic updates every Tuesday and Thursday!

https://tapas.io/series/Love-and-Injury/info

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dearheart42regenerated · 11 months

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bro (yes homo) ♡ - a Muckles fanmix

♡ playlist link: Spotify ♡ artwork used: @livelivefastfree

(do I dare tag this legendary amazing motorcity fanartist who hasn’t posted in a year?? yes. I do dare. I miss their stuff. I hope they make more stuff.)

anyway HAPPY PRIDE MONTH TO ME!!!

here’s a slow burn friends-to-lovers playlist for two dorks I miss very much. has a bit of a fanfic-y story arc to it if you pay attention. ;) LOTS of fun nostalgic dumb teenager I’ve-known-you-forever pop-punk vibes, with sprinkles of indie and pop, and just a dash of indulgent angst in the middle.

if any shippers still lurk in this tag, I hope you enjoy this~

(I’m always adding more songs as I find ‘em and I roped my sisters into helping, so there will likely be more than this on the tracklist lol)

--> ♡ main tracks & lyrics:

The Bro Duet - George Salazar, Jason Gotay

Remember that time we were surfing / And I almost drowned / (Heheheheh, yeah) / And you dragged me to the beach / And performed CPR?

You Told The Drunks I Knew Karate - Zoey Van Goey

I do the dumbest things for you / Why do I do the dumbest things for you? / I would be safer on my own / I didn't care, you were the most exciting thing I'd ever known

You And I - Anarbor

You and I, we've never felt so right / That just might be just what I need (to get me through the night) / You and I, we're the perfect fit, you've got me hooked / So lit I could never never quit, I just burn away

I’ll Be There - Walk Off The Earth

When your heart could use a break / And it's too broken to be open / I'll be patient, I will wait / Until you're ready to be open / Everybody / Needs somebody / And you got me

With You - Tricia Brock

Through it all / I'll go down to the bottom with you / They can take it all away / But I'll be alright with you / As long as you are by my side / I'll be okay

More Than Useless - Relient K

I'm a little more than useless / And when I think that I can't do this / You promise me that I'll get through this / And do something right / Do something right for once

My Pace - Stray Kids

(English translation) There's no need to rush, my pace / Don't compare yourself with others / It's okay to run slower / Just follow my lane, my lane / Take it easy / Just look ahead and run

A Daydream Away - All Time Low

I wish you could see your face right now / 'Cause you're grinning like a fool / And we're sitting on your kitchen floor / On a Tuesday afternoon / It doesn't matter when we get back / To doing what we do / 'Cause right now could last forever / Just as long as I'm with you

In Your Car - Big Deal

I got a friend who never lets me down / Driving in your car / I wanna be wherever you are / Asleep in the backseat / There's nothing more that I'll ever need / It's a secret, a secret, a secret

Sticking With You - Addison Road

Come on, it's me you're talking to / There's something going on inside of you / Don't have to say it, but I wish you would / 'Cause it would be much easier

Curl Up And Die - Relient K

Clinging to the remnants of perfection / Like most do after they break it / Not knowing which direction’s the correct one / Do I discard or remake it? / 'Cause if I don't know, then I don't know / But I may know someone who knows me more than I

Army - Besomorph, Arcando, Neoni

Seeing monsters out your window / I know you can't sleep, you pretend though / You don't have to play the hero / 'Cause I got you, like you got me / When the earth shakes / When the bombs scream / 'Til our last breath, every heartbeat / You know I'll come running / If you go to war then I'm going with you

Safe And Sound - Taylor Swift

I remember you said don't leave me here alone / But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight / Just close your eyes, the sun is going down / You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now / Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound

Hometown - Sheppard

Well, love just don't feel right / When I don't have your hand in mine / I'm scared you're slipping away / But once I'm homeward bound / From the moment that I touch down / I realize nothing has changed

Odds Are - Barenaked Ladies

Struck by lightning, sounds pretty frightening / But you know the chances are so small / Hit by the A-Train, crashed in an airplane / Better chance you're gonna buy it at the mall / But it's a twenty-three-or-four-to-one / That you can fall in love by the end of this song / So get up, get up, no I'm never gonna let up / So you might as well sing along / The odds are that we will probably be alright

I Would Do Anything For You - Foster The People

Every day is a battle I face / Strange life I live / But it's what you've decided / I'll give it all into your hands / Do what you will / With me

Must Have Done Something Right - Relient K

And I'm racking my brain for a new improved way / To let you know you’re more to me than what I know how to say / You're OK with the way this is going to be / ‘Cause this is going to be the best thing we've ever seen / If anyone can make me a better person, you could / All I gotta say is I must've done something good

I Melt With You - Bowling For Soup

Moving forward using all my breath / Being friends with you was never second best / And I saw the world crashing all around your face / Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace / I'll stop the world and melt with you / You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time / And there's nothing you and I won't do

Boom! - Simple Plan

Don't worry about tomorrow / ‘Cause these walls will never fall / I just wanna let the world know / What we've got's unbreakable / We got it under control / We're good, we're solid, we're gold

Rock To My Roll - Anarbor

You are the rhythm to my rhyme / And you are my radio / Turn you up when I feel low / You are the soundtrack to all I know / You are the rock to my roll

Running Towards A Place - The Killers

And if we're running towards a place / Where we'll walk as one / Will the hardness of this life / Be overcome? / If I lay with you in love / Will you meet me there / And shake the lightning from the locks / Of your unbound hair / Can two become one?

Quarter Past Midnight - Bastille

It's a quarter past midnight / As we cut through the city / Yeah, yeah, yeah, the streets are getting restless / Good times, bad decisions / Yeah, yeah, it's a quarter past midnight / And the sirens are mending some hearts / But we're the losers on our back seats / Singing "Love Will Tear Us Apart"

Passenger Seat - Death Cab For Cutie

When you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride / When you need directions then I'll be the guide / For all time / For all time

#motorcity #muck #muckles #mike chilton #motorcity chuck #*insert bugs bunny meme here* I would like to wish this dead fandom a Very Happy Pride Month #my mixes #made by yours truly

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teddyeyeseddie · 2 years

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E is for Everybody Wants You

Pairing: Coach!Dean x Reader

WC: 2,000

Warnings: SMUT (minors dni), Orał (F&M rec), Unprotected Sex

A/N: Next part to my 26 part A-Z series. Today’s song is Everybody Wants You by Billy Squier

Masterlist

Dean Winchester’s A-Z

You always make it, you're on top of the scene

You sell the copy like the cover of a magazine

His sweat soaked shirt clung perfectly to the expanse of his shoulders, causing all the women watching to gawk at the scene before them. Y/N was thankful she was one of the few single moms at the soccer game, not that she had a chance with the gorgeous coach but she can dream, can’t she?

“Good job Jesse, keep going!” He yelled as her son dribbled the ball past the last defender and closer to the goal, cheering loudly as the ball goes past the goalie and into the net. Y/N is on her feet cheering as she watches her little boy jump up and down with excitement.

The rest of the game goes off without a hitch, once the players finish shaking hands, Y/N is on the field lugging a cooler behind her filled with snacks since it was her turn this week to bring the aftergame treats. The team mom had been down her throat asking what she was bringing but ultimately decided to listen to what Jesse wanted rather than what the uptight woman suggested.

She begins to unpack the cooler while Coach Winchester talks with the team, congratulating them on their win and sending encouraging words to Jesse who scored the winning goal for the boys.

“I thought I said bring oranges for the after game snack?” Janelle scoffs as Y/N unloads the treats she and Jesse made the night before.

“I figured the kids were sick of oranges. I asked Jesse what he wanted to bring,”

“Well I don’t care what Jesse wanted-”

“Something other than oranges? You’re a woman after my own heart Miss Y/L/N,” Y/N turns around to see Dean standing over her, a line of little boys waiting patiently behind him, “Tell Jesse’s mom thank you and only take one treat. I’ll see you guys at practice on Tuesday, great job today boys.”

The boys stay politely in line as Y/N hands them their drink and snack, each one thanking her with toothy grins, last in line is Coach Winchester, a kid-like smile adorning his face. He takes one of the homemade treats and sends Y/N a wink before digging in.

“Coach Winchester I am so sorry we had unhealthy snacks this week, I’ll make sure next game we have-” Dean turns around with his mouth full, “No, it’s fine Janelle. I think the kids were getting sick of oranges anyways. I know I was..”

Janelle’s face turns bright red before she grabs her son and his things and marches off across the field. When Y/N looks up, she spots Jesse’s dad making his way across the field, she sends him a polite smile and gathers Jesse’s things. “Baby, your dad is here. Go say hi.”

Jesse skips off as Y/N begins to pack up the cooler, Coach Winchester still lingering as he gathers all of the team’s equipment. As she is bent over, she hears a throat clear. She turns around and is face to face with Jesse’s dad.

“Mike…” she breathes out, not quite excited to see him but happy he finally came to a game for Jesse.

“Y/N, listen I was wondering if I could take Jesse to meet my girlfriend’s kids? We were all going to do a game night and watch a movie and we would love to have Jesse there,” Y/N examines the man’s face as he talks, doing her best to make sure he is telling the truth and not just throwing out empty promises. She decides he's being genuine as she shrugs her shoulders and looks down to Jesse.

“It's up to him,” Jesse is nodding excitedly, holding onto his dad’s hand while smiling.

“Then yes, I’ll swing by around nine to pick him up,”

“Come on, let him spend the night…”

“Not tonight, he has to be up early tomorrow for a birthday party, unless you want to take him to it?” She questions with a hint of sarcasm lacing her voice.

She turns to Jesse, kneeling down in front of him to place a soft kiss to his cheek. “I love you buddy, you have your phone so don’t hesitate to call me if you want to come home early, okay?” Jesse nods and gives his mom a hug before reaching for his dad’s hand, the pair walking away from her.

“And here I thought Jesse’s dad was out of the picture,” she jumps at the voice coming from behind her, turning abruptly to see Coach Winchester standing before her.

“Coach Winchester, I thought you had already left,” he chuckles at her obvious flustered demeanor before holding up a duffel bag, “Coach always leaves last, and please, call me Dean sweetheart,” Y/N’s insides flutter at the pet name, her mind wandering as she thinks about how it would sound in bed.

“Nope, Dad is still around. Definitely not the dad of the year but I take what I can get,”

Dean nods his head as he slings his duffle bag over his shoulder, Y/N doing her best to ignore how his muscles look under the sweat soaked tee he is wearing. God she really needs to get laid.

“Your rice krispies were wonderful by the way,”

“Thank you, I actually own the bakery on the square, you should stop by sometime. Maybe I could put you to work,”

He chuckles as the pair begin making their way to their cars, stopping once Y/N reaches hers.

“I’ll have to take you up on that…”

Y/N is sweeping the floor of the dining area when she hears the bell over the front entrance jingle.

“Sorry, we’re closed,” she says without looking up. She hears a familiar chuckle which causes her head to snap up, a smile plastered across her face when she realizes who it is.

“Can’t stay open just a little bit longer for your favorite coach?” he questions as he locks the door behind him.

“You’re early! I actually didn’t know if you’d show up…” she says as she sets her broom down and makes her way behind the counter.

“Ouch, and miss lessons on how to make the best apple pie I have ever had? Not a chance,” He steps forward and holds out something he has been hiding behind his back, a bouquet of some of the most gorgeous flowers Y/N has ever seen. “For staying open late,” she smiles brightly at him and takes the flowers from him.

“Coach Winchester, are you trying to get in my pants?”

“I don’t know, are you allowed to sleep with your kids coach?”

“Pie can wait?”

“Fuck yes, pie can wait,” he closes the gap between the two, locking her lips in a messy kiss. His hands roam the expanse of her body, reaching down to knead at the flesh of her ass.

“Office,” she pants out as she kisses down his throat, leaving little marks in their wake.

“Baby I don’t know where that is,” she rolls her eyes before pulling away from him. She grabs his wrist and drags him to where the office is at the back of the bakery.

As soon as the pair make it through the threshold of the office, Dean is back on her. He pushes her up against the desk, causing her to sit down on the edge.

“Thought about fucking you since the day you showed up at tryouts. The amount of times I’ve jacked off moaning your name is pathetic. Thought about those pretty lips wrapped around my cock so many times, thought about how tight you’d feel around me. You drive me fucking wild.”

She whimpers at his words before a surge of confidence sends sparks through her veins. She pushes at his shoulder, causing him to land in her desk chair. She is on her knees working at his belt buckle before Dean can even register what is happening. She pulls out his cock, moaning audibly at the sight of it. It's thick and just long enough, angry and red and leaking at the tip. She wastes no time, licking the length of his cock causing him to throw his head back as he groans loudly. She takes the tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around causing his balls to draw up and his knuckles to whiten.

“Fuck baby, you’ve barely done anything and I’m already a mess. Such a good girl f’me,”

His words of encouragement send a wave of wetness to her core, her insides clenching over and over around nothing. She takes more of his cock into her mouth, the tip bumping the back of her throat causing her to gag. She relaxes her throat and takes him in again, her nose burying into the tuft of pubic hair adorning his lower belly. Dean moans loudly as he pulls at her hair, causing her to pull off his dick with a lewd pop. There is spit running down her chin and tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She looks absolutely debauched and Dean fucking loves it.

He lifts her up from her place on the ground, setting her back onto the desk. He pulls at the waistband of her leggings, taking them along with her panties off in one go. His arms wrap around her thighs, pulling her to the edge as he buries his face between her legs. His tongue prods at her wet entrance, the muscle lapping up as much slick as it can. He licks from her entrance to her clit, the feeling causing Y/N’s towes to curl. She is propped up on her elbows, giving her the perfect view of the man that is absolutely devouring her.

His fingers find their way inside her, her head tossing back at the feeling.

“Think those other moms think of this? Think of Coach Winchester railing them over a tiny desk? Think of me between their legs eating them out like it’s my last meal? Everybody wants me but I only want you. You’re the only one that is gonna feel my cock stretching you out, only one I’m gonna think about when I’ve got my hands around my cock.”

He stands up from his place on the floor, pulling his pants the rest of the way off before spitting into his palm and stroking his cock.

“Gonna fuck you now. Gonna fuck you here then take you home and worship you. Wanna make sure you know how bad I want you,”

He threads his cockhead through her folds, Y/N throwing her head back when he finally pushes in, the burn making her brain short circuit. He wastes no time as he begins to fuck her relentlessly, the legs of the desk scratching against the floor.

“Dean I-I’m,” he nods his head, fucking her faster.

“Me too baby, come on, come for me. Be a good girl and come for Coach Winchester,”

She moans loudly as she clamps down around him, her thighs shaking as she reaches her peak. He fucks her slow and hard as he chases his own release, her pulsing pussy helping him reach his own high as he empties himself into her. He leans down while still inside her and places the softest kiss to her lips before he chuckles and pulls out.

“Fuck that was so much better than pie,”

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moccawithsugar · 6 months

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So… the next Tuesday (October 24th) is my birthday and I’ve never felt more alone.

I stopped inviting people to spend time in my birthday 4 years ago because suddenly everybody is busy and couldn’t go and made feel like shit. I do a sort of spiritual retirement where I read and write and disconnect. But this year I just feel alone, and abandoned and just want everything to stop.

Those seconds of Young Royals S3 came out and made me ridiculously happy for a moment and I just wished I could stay that way forever. But I can’t, no when life is shitty, I’m poor as hell, unemployed (not by lack of trying), and wishing I was never born and didn’t have a birthday to “celebrate”.

I just made the choice to pretend that those seconds of S3 are my birthday gifts so I can feel a bit of happiness next week. And, when I decided that, I realized how much those fictional boys mean to me. They always make me smile, it’s amazing.

Anyway just wanted to vent and let all of that out of my system. Or just write it down, I don’t know. And talk about how much I love my Wilmon, my dears, they always save me when I need them.

Cheers for all those characters who have saved us at some point!

#young royals season 3 #young royals #wilmon #depression

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rgr-pop · 1 year

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okay here is what has sapped my last remaining will to live. be warned that it's petty and me having the emotional resilience of a neglected animal

every tuesday night i watch a movie in my home for the 1968 movie project. most of the nights it's me and a. if it's just us, i cook. i always cook and i always do all of the dishes (although most of the time they will do the dishes they eat off of.) i don't mind cooking for two people with low expectations because cooking for two people is really the same as cooking for one person. in the context of these tuesdays, my rule is i will not cook for anybody that isn't us or lucas without at least a week's warning. (there are other friends i would break this rule for, but they're not usually in play.) i will not cook for any of a's friends or coworkers. i don't like cooking for men. and for mostly money and time reasons, i can't cook for a group of people without a lot of warning. i'm not a fucking housewife. i plan my groceries out in like six week intervals and plan out my meals throughout the week because i'm poor, busy, and exhausted. i also can't really afford spending more than like an average of ten dollars on outside food in a week. but movie time is dinner time, and i'm hungry, so we have to eat. so the rules are: if you join us for movie night, you figure out the food. i don't mind giving you money for it, but you bring the food, you figure it out, we use paper plates, i am not doing dishes. another scrupulosity thing: i don't think guests should ever have to do dishes unless they're doing dishes nerds and really want to, i would never ask that. but i don't want to do men's dishes every week, so they can't produce dishes while they are in my house. so anyway, i'm cleaning up after you, i'm providing the drinks and snacks and home and movies, figure out dinner. okay so here's last night. a invites an extra person last minute. i said just make sure you bring dinner. i had a long and difficult day at work and i came home and cleaned the house and prepped everything. i had a conversation with them about just getting an easy pizza, it's fine. i said i TRUST you. this was already too much work figuring out dinner than i should be asked when i task someone else with figuring out dinner. they show up with one hot n ready for four people. i say, you got one five dollar pizza for four people? they said, "it's not a five dollar pizza." it turns out they got the hot n ready but added bacon to it. then they say, that's plenty of food. and not everybody needs to eat. so i'm like pretty depressed because i'm fucking starving. just putting me in a situation where i feel like i have to host a bunch of people in my house who i didn't invite and then telling me i should be happy with one piece of pizza and it's unreasonable to still be hungry... so i left for the other room and the three of them sat in my kitchen and ate the pizza. i got some of the leftovers during the movie. i got over it today i get a VENMO REQUEST for THREE DOLLARS for MY SHARE OF THE PIZZA. i'm gonna fucking kill myself

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killsandthrills · 1 year

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hey everybody!

i couldn’t make any fancy gifs or anything (i am not a gif maker ok lol) to celebrate the occasion, so have this random celebratory gif instead 🙃 anyway, i just wanted to wish all of you (literally anybody i talked to on here this year lmao) a very happy new year! 🎆 i don’t really care too much about arbitrary dates on a calendar, but it’s still fun to look back at everything that’s happened this year regardless.

huge shoutout to the people i met through andor as well! it was so much fun watching along with y’all every tuesday night... i can’t wait to do it again in 2 years because honestly, i’m sure i’ll still be here 🤣

@rebeljyn @jake-and-amy-are-married @therebelcaptain @hegodamask @kaleidoscopegirl @sparklingbinjuice @starbirdrising @olympain @gayvillains @ex0rin @blackstarising @starlady66 @abnerkrill @trinuviel @liminal-zone @antifandor @swan-orpheus @elizabethmulder @captainpikeachu @captawesomesauce @vidduality @laz-laz-ace-pilot @dedra-meero @scorpiotwentythree

#some of you have probably already celebrated but i'm in one of the last time zones so lol

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south-park-meta · 1 year

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instead of working on writing my zombie fanfic i just made cover art, so i'm just going to post this along with the prologue:

The rabbit died so the human could live.

That truth had always been the sort of thing Stan grappled with. He’d worried over the conditions of the cow on his plate even after he’d come to terms with the ethics of eating his mom’s pot roast. One of the only good things about living on Tegridy had been buying milk and eggs at a farmer’s market and being able to ride his bike a few miles to peer over a hand-driven fence to see the animals grazing free. His mom tutted a little at the price, I don’t know, Stanley..., but commented on how rich and orange the yolks were in their omelets the next morning. His dad hadn’t noticed the color or the price until Tegridy had started hemorrhaging money, then told Stan to get a job and buy his own eggs if he cared that much about chickens. He didn’t get a job, and his mom frowned at the paleness of the yolks.

When he was fourteen, Wendy had a makeup boycott. Stan hadn’t understood her having an actual boycott. Wendy had only started wearing makeup consistently when she was twelve-and-a-half, and she said it was for him, but he only ever noticed her wearing it when she called his attention to a particular part of her face. Don’t my eyes look nice today? She'd ask. Stan would say ‘yes’ and then have to guess whether it was the eyeshadow, eyeliner, or eyelashes that were looking nice. Kenny and Kyle were both quicker on the draw about it. Kenny would send him a text to tell him what it was sometimes. Kyle never helped him out that way; he sometimes had the idea that Kyle wanted him to get it wrong, though that wasn’t the kind of thing either of them understood until Stan told Kyle he was thinking of joining the Space Force two weeks before summer their senior year.

In any case he had asked Wendy, “Couldn’t you just... not wear it?” considering it was ‘for him’ and he barely ever noticed it. But as it turned out, it wasn’t just for him, it was for everybody, and no she couldn’t just not wear it. Women who wore makeup were more respected in the workplace. They were seen as more professional. They made more money. She had slammed her mascara into the palm of his hand. He looked at it and said, “Isn't this stuff tested on bunnies? You shouldn’t use it anyway.”

“You know that, but not anything about what I’m talking about?”

Stan knew what she was talking about because he had listened to her talk about it. He was still just to the left of truly understanding it, somehow agreeing with her for all the wrong reasons.

More than a decade on there were rabbits caged in his front yard. They had plenty of room to run. They had more than enough food to eat. They were strong, vibrant, happy. They were going to die.

There was another cage in his yard. It stood empty, but not long ago had held Nurse Bronski. This one had been made to be constricting: The woman inside had had her arms and legs bound tight with leather belts, but would not have had the room to stand if she had been let free. Stuck on her knees, there was a hole in the top of the cage that only her head could fit through. Her teeth had been knocked out with the butt of one of Uncle Jimbo’s .22 rifles, hit until the jaw hung slack. She’d had a gag in her mouth to prevent biting all the same.

Stan had taken the electric turkey carver his family had used at their last real Thanksgiving to expose his old school nurse’s brain to air.

A week later she was dead.

Again.

For good this time, so it seemed.

Zombies starved just like anyone. Stan and Kyle had walked out on a Tuesday morning to find Nurse Bronski sitting still in her cage. She hadn’t cried out in hunger before she went. All she’d done was try to bite at Stan whenever he walked by. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t even animalistic. An animal would have tried to chew at its gag, would have broken bones trying to get to freedom. Nurse Bronski had moaned through the day and night and tried to snap only when she saw someone to bite. The brainlessness of it had made it easier for Stan when he saw her dead. He still gave her a kick to see if she moved, as though she was laying a trap, when he went to haul the body out.

Kyle had chewed his lip and said nothing on it until he rolled over to shake Stan awake at three AM that Wednesday. Stan had known the guilt was coming and had woken up the second Kyle’s hand touched his shoulder. Kyle had talked until sunrise.

Stan had been the one to take a syringe to Nurse Bronski’s brain, back when she was still alive enough to try and bite. It had been Kyle who injected those contents into the first rabbit, attenuating the virus through their bodies just like Louis Pasteur had done more than a hundred years before.

Stan looked out their kitchen window. The rabbits’ spines were sitting in glass jars on the sill, drying. He looked past the bones out at the rabbits as Kyle prepared the injection.

It was the fourteenth shot, on the fourteenth day, that Kyle put into Stan’s arm on the hottest day of July.

“That should be the last one,” Kyle said. He covered the shot with a Band-Aid and sealed it with a kiss.

Stan looked to Kyle. “Now I just have to get someone to bite me so I know it worked.”

“Don’t you dare.”

Kyle sounded actually upset. Stan huffed a little laugh. He wouldn’t really, of course, but the point was there. No matter the science that the theory held, until there was true threat of infection there was no proof of concept. Nurse Bronski’s exposed brain, the rabbits’ spinal cords sitting in jars on their windowsills, the daily injections. Until there was a bite, it was nothing more than Bebe Stevens giving the girls cootie shots in the second grade.

#stan marsh #kyle broflovski #south park #my art #sp stan #sp kyle #sp style #fthtby #my writing

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klein-babylon · 20 days

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So updaaaate stayed with him every day and night from Friday to now (Tuesday) and we decided we probs need to just have a night alone. Important note: he said he’s never been in a thing with someone that has a higher libido than he does. I was like exactly .. everybody says that to me. So just again confirming that I do have a really high libido and that is caused by how much tofu I consume

Anyways. So he’s born and raised in Melbourne. Went to vca (duh😭 but for music and a double degree in science now he’s got his masters in physics and trying for his phd likeee…) Really smart man and I’m absolutely obsessed with his mind and not only smart in the science maths way like he’s smart emotionally psychologically musically and literature wise as well.. the whole deal.. strong asf arms. Tanned .. handsome… obsessed with me. LOL! Super kind and funny too and we can talk forever like it’s such a rare connection we have I reckon. Cuz genuinely we could talk about anything. Anyways .. is also genuinely interested in what I have to say. Is so observant of me and I love learning about what he notices about me cuz it’s not just basic shit like he met my sister and said “I understand your face in a different way now” I was like .. that’s so poetic. Lol

Also introduced him to my family lol 😍 and he loves. Them. And ELLIE loves him like she gave him the approval .. she thinks we’re really good together and it’s the first time she’s kinda seen me with a guy and she’s happy that my personality is the same with him that it would be with anyone. Ughhhh I’m so comfortable with him. I was being radically honest today we went to aragunnu and I was like.. what a shame I don’t live in Melbourne. Cuz we would be in a relationship probably. And he’s like yes we would. And I was like yeah. I kind of have accepted that this is a fling and something may come of it but it’s already kind of dead like I’m keeping my feelings a bit safe in this way. Cuz I knew all along I’d catch feelings but ultimately not like lose myself how I did for Alex cuz it was ridiculous.. and I’m glad I’m being more mature

However I am thinking of moving down to Melbourne this winter if Thredbo doesn’t work. So. We shall see. Lololololol

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felixmoonstar · 4 months

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Hii, good night everyone, im here once again to show you another bit of my art, i think i may start to post weekly so if you are interested ill probably post again every week in a time between tuesday and friday, cant say with precision as i have some art blocks sometimes like everybody, but anyways, ill leave a song that i think that matches my text, explain why i choosed that specific song and also leave my inspirations, also as always im open to constructive criticism, so, enjoy^^

The Limbo forest.

I woke up in the middle of the forest in the dark, a limbo so deep that the only reason I could know I was in a forest was the branches hitting my face, as neither the sun, moon, nor star was visible in this pitch black. Just darkness and constant slaps from the branches, other than that, I couldn't know anything else close to me. At first, I was terrified by the lack of vision, the fear of the unknown, of what would happen soon, fear of not knowing, but after a few hours without having an idea of what was happening, I ended up getting used to it and my anxiety decreased considerably. Before I could calm down, I walked the whole time, getting slapped by branches, getting scared by the noises I made when I stepped on fallen branches that I couldn't see, falling head-on into several trees, and all kinds of general things that I couldn't see. could happen if I was in a dark room, there was just one problem: unlike a room, I wouldn't just have to worry about pieces of lego or banging my finger on the corner of a table, here I was constantly taken by my surroundings, which in addition to increasing my anxiety and pain, it also increased my hatred for this place and my miserable condition, so after a few hours of emotions dominating my mind, rationality returned and I started to ask myself "if I'm in a forest, where are the animals ? Is this place so shit that no animal has managed to adapt to it? ... the biggest problem seems to be the lack of light, but many animals can see in the dark..." then I looked at the sky again, and to surprise of anyone, there wasn't even a celestial body in the sky yet, and I only realized that now. *just now. In addition to being naturally desperate, I was even more confused for not having realized this before, and I wondered what else I was missing. Thinking about losses, I started thinking about what I was missing by being here, precious time with friends? A meal? A robbery? I would never know, and I didn't even want to think about it much to preserve my remaining mental health. After reflecting for a few hours sitting and crying, I started to recover myself and started walking again, and to my surprise, I found what I assumed was an exit, a distant remnant of light, so I didn't waste any time and simply ran in that direction, to my happiness and surprise, in fact it was the world that I knew, the sun was in the sky and I didn't understand how this was possible, but I didn't even try to find out why, not for now at least, I just reflected on what could be found in that "forest" in which I found it.

So, first of, i choose "introduction to the snow" as the best music for that piece of writting because one, i love Tally Hall and miracle musical is bassicaly a Tally Hall spin off, and second, i thought it gave a nice feeling of not knowing about where you are, and i feel a strange when listening to this music, i love this music but it give me a weird feeling in a good way, plus, "alone at the edge of the universe" Is bassically what i wanted to describe when writting this.

Now, what was my inspiration? When writting this, i was feeling completly hopeless and that was like a vent to me, so whats writted is how i was feeling at the moment, i enjoy putting my emotions in my writting, then feeling overwhelmed is for me, something that makes the process way easier.

Long story short, thats one of part of my art, one that im really proud about and that like all my other art, is full of myself in it.

#reading #spilled ink #art #my writing #writing #writeblr #dark aesthetic #literature #begginerartist #Spotify

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jovalencia · 4 months

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unrelated to anything but bi guy jason posted on his instagram note (the only way I ever know anything about what's happening in his life because he refuses to fucking tell me. and because we're not friends anymore but you know) that he's going to vegas over break and I cannot stress enough to you how bad of an idea that is. like he's an alcoholic and he'll admit that but he'll try sobriety out for a couple days then decide it's boring and get so drunk he can't walk on a tuesday night just to tell it like it's a funny story then brag about how that's not even the most he's drank in one sitting in the last month or whatever. and it's like dude. you and I and everybody else know you have a fucking problem but you're just letting it get worse and worse with no regard for your own health and it's Scary to watch. and it's not even like he doesn't have support bc when he sober for a month back in may-ish we were all really there for him and proud of him and thought he actually had quit for good until he sent us all a drunk text in the middle of the night. and it's sucks because whenever we try to tell him it's not healthy he's like "yeah I know idc life's to short" then gets shitfaced anyway. and it double sucks because we're not even friends anymore so there's nothing I can even Do. like I can't even be there for him anymore. and despite how pissed he's been making me for. a while. I still care about him and Want him to be doing better. and I'm just weird about alcohol in general considering the whole two uncles dying bc of alcohol and my dad being an alcoholic thing so maybe I'm being dramatic about wanting him to stick with it when he's on a sobriety kick but actually no I'm not because him getting ridiculously drunk and walking two miles through the city in the middle of the night back to his dorm is insane and god forbid I want him to like. be safe and call an uber or stay at his friend's place. but no of course I'm just being dramatic and don't understand since I've never been drunk. just like I don't understand relationships because I've never been in one. okay this is delving into him thinking I'm stupid again. but really if sucks I just want him to be healthy and happy you know. and considering what he's been through (a Lot within the last year like you really wouldn't believe) it's not Shocking that he would drink too much. but it just sucks that he knows this isn't good for him and tries to be sober and go to aa meetings for a couple of days just to get bored and decide it's more fun to start drinking over and over and over again. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore just that even though we aren't friends and that he pisses me off more often than not that I still want what's best for him.

#woah sorry that was kindof a lot #carmen.txt

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spnhunter4life · 8 months

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End Up Here Chapter 5

Chapter Summary: When the weekend rolls around again, Dean and Emily go on their second date.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: Thanks to everybody who has been keeping up with this story! I know it's a little slow and probably boring compared to some of the other things I've written, but I just really enjoy a chill, drama free story every now and then. I know that's not for everybody though. I'm getting this ready to go on the same day I posted chapter 1, so I have no idea what the response will be, but hopefully there's a few people enjoying it!

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I didn’t hear from Dean on Saturday, which I was disappointed about. But I reminded myself we’d gone out just that morning and I shouldn’t expect him to message me so soon. Nothing from him on Sunday either. No problem, I assured myself. It was still way too early to worry about it. When he still hadn’t contacted me on Monday, I had a harder time convincing myself not to stress about it. Which was ridiculous anyway. I barely knew the man. If he never talked to me again, what was I really losing?

But when I got a text message during my lunch break on Tuesday, the hopeful anticipation I tried to ignore but nonetheless felt every time my phone went off recently was finally validated. I couldn’t contain my grin. Jackie, Hannah, and Morgan, who were all eating with me, noticed my reaction.

“You look awfully happy. Who’s texting you?” Hannah asked.

“Yes, Emily. Whoever could it be?” Jackie added with a teasing smile.

“I’m not sure what you’re implying, so you might as well just come out and say it,” I told her. I was still smiling though as I answered his text. It was just a simple ‘how are you doing’ message, but I was just thrilled to finally hear from him.

“It’s that guy I saw you with a few days ago, isn’t it?” Jackie said more than asked. “He was cute.”

“Yes, he is very cute,” I agreed. “As everybody keeps pointing out.”

“Well it’s not like we’ve had a chance to talk to him. Cute is all we have to work with,” Morgan said.

“If that’s your way of asking to meet him, you’ll be disappointed. I just met him. We’re not exactly at the introducing to friends and family phase yet.”

“Of course not. We’re just all so happy to see you so excited about a guy. It’s about time,” Morgan teased.

We’d been texting back and forth at irregular intervals – just whenever one of us had a free minute – ever since.

Now it was late afternoon on Thursday and I was sitting at my desk with Ziggy curled up asleep in my lap, finishing some paperwork while I waited for the last class of the day to finish so I could go home. It was Lauren’s class, not mine, but as head instructor and the only person on staff who was PATH certified, I was required to be around for all the classes, whether I was teaching them or not.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I finished the file I was working on before taking it out to check it. I smiled when I saw that the text was from Dean. My smile grew even bigger when I read what he’d said.

I think I’ve had enough of all this texting. I’d rather talk to you in person. How does tomorrow night sound?

“Ooh, is that Dean again?” Hannah asked, noting the look on my face as she walked into the office. “What’s he saying?”

“He asked if I want to go out tomorrow night,” I told her. She gasped.

“That’s so great! I’m so excited for you!” She squealed.

“What? What happened?” Morgan asked, jogging in from the other room.

“Emily has a date with Dean tomorrow!” Hannah informed her.

“That is great news! What are you guys doing?” She asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to even answer him about going out yet.”

“Well answer him!” Hannah ordered me. “And then tell me all about it tomorrow because unfortunately I need to leave. I’m supposed to pick up my niece from daycare and I can’t be late.”

“See you tomorrow!” I called as she walked out the door.

“So? What are you gonna tell him?” Morgan asked.

“I’m gonna say yes, of course,” I told her.

Then Lauren opened the door and walked in with a big sigh.

“Paperwork at the end of a long day. My favorite thing,” she said. “What are you guys talking about?” She asked when she was sitting at the desk the other instructors used to fill out rider files.

“Oh, nothing.” Morgan smiled. “Just Emily’s upcoming date with Dean.”

“Shut up. Really?” Lauren asked. “When are you going out? What are you doing? When did he ask you? Tell me everything!”

“There’s really nothing to tell,” I said, standing up from my desk. I set Ziggy down on the floor and put the file I’d been working on back in the desk drawer. I heard sounds of protest from Lauren as I walked around the room collecting my things. “Seriously. He only asked me like five minutes ago. That’s all the detail I have.”

Then I walked out of the office, holding the door open for Ziggy to follow and throwing a goodbye over my shoulder. A quick peek through the window saw Lauren sticking her tongue out at me. I just laughed and walked to my car. Once alone, I pulled out my phone to text Dean back.

That sounds great! What did you have in mind?

Once my message was sent, I connected my phone’s bluetooth to the radio and drove home, spending the trip trying to decide what I would wear tomorrow.

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The next day seemed to drag on way too slowly. The morning wasn’t too bad. Rose taught the three classes before lunch and I always used the time to catch up on other things that needed to be done. I easily kept myself busy and distracted.

I ate lunch with Rose and Jackie. We discussed how classes were going and the upcoming trip for our local Special Olympics.

“I think I want to get Justin off of Trixie and onto a bigger horse,” Rose was saying. “Not until after Special Olympics, obviously. I’m not going to put him on an unfamiliar horse just before that. But he’s starting to outgrow her.”

“Yeah, I think so too. He’s outgrowing the saddle too. The stirrups are just barely long enough for him. Which horse are you thinking of switching him to?” I asked.

“I haven’t decided for sure. I figured I should check with you and see what you thought, but I was leaning towards Blaze. She’s still a relatively small horse so it won’t be too drastic of a change for him. And she’s really tolerant of squirmy, noisy riders.”

Trixie was our smallest horse, a cute little bay pony that all the small kids wanted to ride. Blaze was – in my opinion – our best horse. With 12 years of work here, she had been here longer than any of our other horses. She was just a couple steps up from being a pony herself, a great size for small to medium riders, and she was the most patient, even tempered horse I’d seen in my life.

“Yeah, Blaze would definitely work. Or maybe Captain.”

“Oh yeah, I didn’t even think about him. Justin would probably love him.”

Somehow, by some miracle I wasn’t going to question, neither Jackie or Rose brought up my date with Dean tonight. I was grateful because keeping my mind off of it was the only way to keep time from dragging.

But the later in the day it got, the slower time seemed to go. By the time my second to last class rolled around, I was itching to get out of here for the day and found myself checking the time more frequently than I should.

Just an hour and half to go, I reminded myself.

Dean and I had talked more last night to figure out a plan. I told him I wouldn’t be available until 7:30, maybe a little later. He assured me that was fine. Our plan was to grab something to eat at Applebee’s and then play some mini golf. It wasn’t anything fancy, but I preferred it that way. Simple and fun.

I had just said goodbye to the last riders of the day and was getting ready to put everything away for the night when Hannah and Morgan walked out.

“We’ll get everything put away tonight. You just go ahead and get home to get ready for your date,” Morgan said.

“Are you sure? It’ll just take me a few minutes,” I said.

“Exactly. Just a few minutes. We can spare a few minutes,” she answered.

“Ok. Well, thank you!” I told them as I headed for the office.

I would once again have to do class notes another day, but I did jot down a couple things I didn’t want to forget. Then I gathered up all my things and went home to get ready.

~~~~~

I pulled into the Applebee’s parking lot feeling like I was overflowing with nerves and excitement. I spotted a big sleek black car parked a few spaces down. This had to be Dean’s car.

He beat me again then, which obviously wasn’t a bad thing. I just hoped he hadn’t been waiting for a long time. I was only five minutes late though, and I’d warned him while I was getting ready that I might not quite make the agreed upon meet time, despite my best efforts.

I’d showered as quickly as I could, putting gel in my hair once I was out to combat the inevitable frizz once it dried, and then put it back in a low ponytail on the left side of my head, draping it over my shoulder. I wore light colored ripped skinny jeans paired with a green shirt whose sleeves had the shoulders cut out, an outfit I’d laid out on my bed this morning in an effort to save time. I even had makeup on tonight, something he hadn't seen yet. It felt good to put the time into looking nice.

I took a deep breath to try and calm my nerves a little and then stepped into the restaurant. Dean, who had been sitting in the little waiting area, stood as soon as he saw me. He was looking very handsome in a pair of jeans and a red button up shirt. The sleeves were rolled up just past his elbows, exposing his strong forearms.

“Hey,” he said when I reached him.

“Hi,” I answered. “Sorry I’m late.”

“It’s no big deal,” he said, waving off my apology as we walked towards the hostess. “Especially since you warned me ahead of time.”

“Just the two of you tonight?” The hostess asked.

“Yes,” Dean confirmed.

“Alright. Follow me,” she said, grabbing a couple of menus and leading us to a table.

The waiter came by to take our drink orders as soon as we were seated.

“I listened to the songs you gave me,” I told Dean when the waiter was gone.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, perking up. “What’d you think?”

“They were good!” I said. I liked all of them, even really enjoyed some of them. “I mean, if I’m being honest, I probably won’t be adding any of them to my playlist, but I wouldn’t change the station if they came on the radio.”

“Well you must not have liked them that much then,” Dean smiled wryly. “Which is fine, by the way. I just wanted to know what you thought of actual good rock music.”

“Good by your definition. I bet there are plenty of people out there who would argue that your music sucks and the real good rock music is like… I don’t know. Fall Out Boy or something.”

Dean wrinkled his nose in disgust.

“Well they would be wrong then. And clearly have no idea what they’re talking about,” he said. I laughed.

“It’s an opinion, Dean, not a fact. You can’t be wrong about an opinion. And by the way, I really did like the songs. I’m just picky about what I put on my playlist.”

We were both quiet for a couple of minutes as we scanned our menus. The waiter came back with our drinks, took our orders and then collected our menus.

“You know, if you wanted to give me a list of songs to listen to, it would only be fair,” Dean said.

“Oh. Thanks for the offer, but no,” I said.

“What? Why not?”

“Because you’re not gonna like my music,” I told him.

“Well the point isn’t to find something I’m guaranteed to like. It’s just to give me an idea of what you like.”

“Yeah, but… my playlist is a little bit all over the place. I probably have some stuff in there you wouldn’t mind. But if you ask me to pick favorites, it’s going to be a lot of pop stuff that you would hate. Plus it would be really hard for me to narrow down my favorites.”

“Alright,” he agreed, realizing how strongly I felt about this. “If you ever change your mind though, you’re entitled to ten songs that I have to listen to.”

It was sweet of him to offer. And I did love sharing songs I liked with people. Just… usually people I was a little more familiar with. People who already had a clear understanding of what music I liked.

“I guess I do have two songs for you,” I told him after I thought about it for a minute.

“Great! What are they?”

They were two of my favorites and there was even a chance he might actually like one of them. The other… I wasn’t sure what he would think of it, but he was much more likely to like it than a lot of the other stuff I liked.

“The first one is Soldiers by Otherwise. That one’s actually what I would consider more on the rock side of things. You might actually like it.”

“You don’t have to sell me on it,” he chuckled. “I’m listening to it no matter what. That was the deal. What about the other one?”

“Legends Never Die by Against the Current.”

“Interesting title. You might have to remind me what the names are later, but I’m looking forward to checking them out.”

We spent the rest of dinner talking about everything from movies and hobbies to embarrassing memories and favorite vacations.

Dean paid again, despite my protests, and then we made our way out to the parking lot.

“You can ride with me if you want,” Dean offered. “There’s not much point in us both driving when we’re going to the same place. I’ll bring you back here when we’re done.”

“Sure,” I agreed. “As long as you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” he assured me.

I followed as he headed in the direction of the car I had correctly assumed to be his.

“Nice car,” I said, knowing he would appreciate the compliment, even if it came from someone that had no idea what they were talking about.

“Thanks!” He smiled proudly as we both got in. “She used to be my dad’s. I remember even as a kid looking at her sitting in the garage and just admiring her. Then Dad got into an accident about five years back. He was ok, but the car was a mess. He wanted to just sell her to a scrap yard, but I couldn’t stand to see that happen. I fixed her up myself and Dad gave her to me after that.”

“Wow. You must be some mechanic,” I said. “I would have never known this thing had been in an accident.”

Dean just brushed off the praise. He put the keys in the ignition and the car rumbled to life.

“I think I know how to get there,” he said. “But if I take a wrong turn or something, let me know.”

We weren’t far away at all, probably less than five minutes. If he had any sense of direction, I didn’t think he could really get lost. I agreed anyway, though.

“So you said this was only your second week here?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he confirmed.

“How’s it been? How are you liking the new job and your apartment and the town?”

“I’m liking it so far,” he told me. “The job’s good. It’s been a little slow at times, but I much prefer working by myself at a privately owned business than one of those big name places. I like the shop, I like Joe… it’s been a good start. Which isn’t always the case.”

I was glad to hear things were going well for him. Maybe they would continue to go well and he would stay here. Not that he had any immediate plans to pack up and move somewhere new – at least not that he’d told me – but I did wonder if this would be the town he finally decided was a good place to make his home.

“The apartment’s good too. Rent is a lot more reasonable than I’ve had in a while. It’s in good shape, it’s close to work, and I don’t have noisy neighbors. It’s definitely not where I want to be long term, but it’s a good starting point.”

“Yeah, that’s the nice thing about this town. Rent is usually very reasonable. People typically charge what the place is actually worth. Doesn’t guarantee a great apartment, but at least you’re not overpaying for a shoebox apartment that hasn’t been updated in thirty years.”

I’d stayed in a couple such places while I was in school because I hadn’t been able to afford anything better. I wouldn’t ever want to go back to either of them, but at least I knew I got my money’s worth.

“What about the town?” I asked again.

“It seems nice so far. Clean streets, thriving businesses, nice people. I usually find small town midwesterners to be pretty friendly and easy to get along with though, so that’s not a surprise.”

We pulled into the parking lot of the town’s indoor mini golf course. There was an outdoor one too, which I preferred, but it was getting too late for that one. It was almost dark out, so they probably were just letting people already out there finish up but not allowing new games.

“There is this one girl in particular that I’m really enjoying getting to know,” he continued once he’d parked and shut the engine off. He turned to look at me with a small smile pulling at one corner of his mouth. “She might be my favorite thing about this town so far.”

I blushed and looked down. I tried to push some hair back behind my ear – a nervous habit of mine – only to realize it was in a ponytail and I couldn’t.

“You haven’t gotten out very much then,” I told him. He chuckled.

“That’s probably true. But I’m pretty sure that even if I had, that wouldn’t change things.”

“Alright, well let’s go play some mini golf,” I said, opening my door and stepping out. I looked over and saw him stand up too. “I’m telling you now, I suck at this. I don’t know how good you are, but don’t go easy on me. Because you’ll probably still win anyway.”

We both walked around to the front of the car and then towards the door.

“I thought you said you liked mini golf,” he said.

“I do. You can enjoy something that you’re bad at.”

He smiled widely at me and I nearly lost my breath at the way it lit up his handsome face. Oh, he was dangerous. I didn’t think he was even doing it on purpose.

“I like that attitude. Just because you suck at something doesn’t mean it’s not worth doing.”

We got up to the front desk – Dean paying again, of course – took the clubs, scorecard, and pencil they handed us and each picked out a ball. I took a red one and Dean grabbed blue. Then we wandered over to the first hole.

~~~~~

“How’s work been going for you?” Dean asked when we were in his car on the way back to the restaurant. It turns out he wasn’t an amazing mini golfer himself, but he had still beaten me as I predicted.

“It’s been alright. Really busy,” I answered. Then I huffed out a small laugh as the mention of work brought to mind the people I work with. “My coworkers have been quite the nuisances lately.”

“How so?” He asked.

“Well you know my friends from the bar?”

“Yeah.”

“We all work together. So of course they noticed when we left together that night.”

Dean smirked a little, clearly catching on to where this story was going.

“I see,” he said knowingly.

“Yeah. Well, anyway, of course they made their assumptions. And then Jackie – she wasn’t there at the bar, but she’s another person from work – saw us at Ricky’s the next day. She’s a bit of a gossip and I’m not gonna lie, it’s been a while since I’ve been on a date. So apparently this was big news that she immediately told to everyone else we work with.”

“Which didn’t help with the assumptions I’m guessing,” Dean continued.

“No,” I smiled. “No it did not. They ambushed me at work.”

This statement earned a laugh from Dean. I was just glad he could laugh about it. As I told the story, it occurred to me that it might freak him out a little.

We were back at Applebee’s now and he pulled in next to my car. He turned his own car off, then hopped out and walked around to open my door for me. He shut the door behind me and then we both leaned against it, enjoying the night air while we finished our conversation.

“Anyway, I finally managed to convince them that we didn’t go home together. But then of course they turned into a bunch of twelve year old girls at a slumber party, trying to find out everything about you. And that’s pretty much been the state of things ever since.”

“Are they asking for your benefit, or out of their own interests?”

I scoffed.

“Why? You thinking of trading me in for an upgrade?” I asked.

“Definitely not,” he assured me with a smile. “Just trying to figure out what your friends are like. Speaking of people seeing us together, I had a very interesting gentleman bring his car into the shop the other day. He also saw us at Ricky’s I guess, and wanted to know what my intentions were.” He sounded like he was barely containing his laughter. “Any idea what that was about?”

I had a hunch I knew who it was, but I asked anyway.

“His name was Travis,” Dean informed me.

“That’s what I figured,” I sighed. “He volunteers at Freedom Reins. He’s been volunteering for about eight years now I think, and as one of the only men out there, he kind of sees himself as the protector of all of us women. As I’m sure you noticed, he’s a bit of a strange character. I suppose it probably doesn’t help that he has a bit of a crush on me,” I admitted with a rueful smile. “Or so I’m told anyway. He’s never said anything of the sort to me. Sorry if he made you uncomfortable.”

“Not at all. I thought it was pretty funny actually,” he told me.

“Small towns,” I sighed.

“Gotta love ‘em,” Dean concurred.

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