#spare meetcute???
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With our pets, a house becomes our home
5k Hangster MeetCute (Explicit, but not very by my standards). Bradley is the vet (DVM) that Jake takes Brisket to after he adopts her and moves to Corpus Christi to be a flying instructor.
I started this fic before I saw @yeagrave's art, but this post is 100% Jake's lockscreen (and those are a set of Jake's spare dog tags).
Monday mornings generally suck. The people who have left their pets wellness until normal business hours because they didn’t want to pay the extra emergency fees. He quietly judges them. This Monday sucks more than most though, because he’s covering another vet on what is meant to be his day off. But he doesn’t want to make the admin staff have to reshuffle the thirty or so appointments that he now has facing him in a long gauntlet of monotony. Hopefully there will be something interesting that pops up.
He deals with the standard checkups, listens to heart murmurs, administers vaccines, makes notes for the techs, gives instructions about diets he knows get ignored by owners who think they know better. He has to change his scrubs when a dog vomits on him and yeah… he wants his day off back with a deep burning passion but pushes through. He can shower and blob when he gets home and bitch and moan to his friends. They can compare Mondayitis stories and see who comes out worst.
He steps into the waiting room, and there’s only two people left, one a woman with two kittens in a carrier, and the other a man cradling a puppy. He’s only got one left for his ticket today, and it’s a puppy so okay, at least he gets to look at a cute puppy and a cuter guy.
“Brisket?”
The guy blushes and Bradley can’t help his smile getting bigger as he gestures toward the consultation room.
“Uh, hi.”
“Hi, I’m Bradley. What brings Brisket in today?”
“She needs a general checkup, and I wanted to register her with a vet since I moved here in the weekend… She needs vaccines I think? And to be fixed? And I wanted to ask some questions?”
“So she’s here for the works… can I have a look?” Bradley asks and the guy blushes again, looks down at the tiny bundle who looks back at him adoringly and Bradley has a thing for guys who like animals. Couldn’t be with anyone who didn’t like animals, wouldn’t feel like he could trust them. He hands the puppy over to Bradley and he handles her gently, lets her lick and sniff at him a little before lowering her to the examination table.
“Tell me about how you got Brisket,” Bradley says, running his hands down the little body, grinning as she happily licks his fingers, tail wagging enthusiastically. She’s very sweet. Most guys like having big dogs, so he’s genuinely curious as to whether this guy chose this dog, or if he’s here at the bequest of someone else. Girlfriend or boyfriend maybe. Purely out of professional courtesy.
“Uh, I’ve wanted a dog for ages. Finally getting settled in one place for a while so I figured it was finally time you know? So I went to the shelter in San Diego, not really intending to adopt then and there…”
“She’s a rescue?” Bradley says, and he’s a little surprised. Because if they’re not big dogs then they’re usually little dog breeds, so some hybrid-cross-breed that some breeder thinks will be in demand. This little thing hadn’t looked like any breed he was familiar with, but there’s so many new ones and he’s not usually up with them all.
“Well yeah, of course. She just had such a friendly personality you know?”
“She is very sweet natured,” Bradley agrees, because the guy is clearly besotted with his puppy, and it’s adorable. He listens to her heart and lungs, takes her temperature and soothes her through the discomfit.
“So did you have paperwork showing what she’s already been vaccinated for? Most shelters give you adoption paperwork?”
“Oh, yeah, they did. One second,” the guy says, pulling folded pieces of paper out of his pocket and handing them over. On the top of the paper are all the details of the dog, and then down the bottom the details of the new owner. Jake Seresin. At least he has a name now.
“Okay, so she’s all up to date with all the vaccines, she’ll need to come back in six weeks for a booster. And we don’t do on the spot spaying or neutering, you’ll have to make an appointment when she’s a little older. Try not to let her out unattended, because we don’t want to be adding to the puppy population, regardless of the fact that she’d no doubt make gorgeous babies…You a first time dog owner?”
“I grew up on a ranch, had lots of animals. Horses mainly. Well, beef stock. But lots of working animals, not pets. She’s my first.”
“Well, you made a good choice. She’s got a lovely temperament. Nice and healthy,” Bradley states, laughing as she tries to chew on his thumb and he reaches for a dog toy from the jar. “Okay, so she’s going to be mouthy, she’ll want to chew on things as her adult teeth come through. You might find a couple of puppy teeth lying around but they usually just swallow them. It’s all normal. You have any questions?”
“Uh…I… um. Made a list.”
“Sensible,” Bradley says, and this guy’s adorable intensity is commendable, he wished more owners thought to ask their vets the questions rather than trusting Google.
“You’ve, uh, already answered a few of them actually.”
“That’s good, what else have you got?”
He asks about diet and exercise, sleep and routines, anxiety and separation and toilet training and Bradley answers them all, writes down a few notes and links to some reputable websites. Recommends a puppy obedience course, steers him away from problematic dog toys which can cause more harm than good. The appointment definitely runs well over the time, but it’s his last of the day and he’s got nowhere else he’d rather be, and after the day he’s had this is a nice silver lining.
“Anything else I can help you with?”
“No, I think that’s it. Thanks so much, it’s really helped.”
“You’re more than welcome. I guess I just have a question for you now.”
“Of course, what is it?”
“I don’t usually do this, but you want to grab a drink sometime?”
“A drink. Like…A date?”
“Yep.”
“Yeah. Yeah I’d like that.”
“Great, let me get a card.” He grabs a business card, usually reserved for when he goes to conferences, carefully prints his personal cell phone number on the back and hands it over. “I look forward to hearing from you.”
… … …
Jake gets back to his house and immediately lets Brisket out into the back garden, looks at the little rectangular piece of card and puts the number into his phone before he loses it. He puts the name in as Bradley but then follows it with the flame emoji, followed by the guy with the moustache and then the dog emoji. That’s enough to remind him of who exactly Bradley is. Not that he thinks he’s going to need the reminder.
He spends some time looking at the websites Bradley has recommended, sends an enquiry about the puppy obedience classes. He’d already made an appointment for the booster shots and for getting Brisket fixed. Definitely doesn’t want to wait that long before seeing Bradley again. He grins. Only in town for five days and he’s got a guys number. Without even trying. Phoenix told him a puppy would help him make friends, that he needed as much help as he could, maybe she was onto something.
Hi Bradley. This is Jake. Let me know when you want to do that drink. I don’t start work until next week so currently free as a bird.
It’s not too late, and it’s been a couple of hours. He’s not going to play hard to get. He’s never considered himself hard to get when the guy is as attractive as Bradley is, and he’s never been one to play games or overthink setting up dates or hookups. He’s hoping this is maybe more than a hookup.
I’m free most evenings. Tomorrow? Dinner?
Jake grins, likes the idea of dinner even more than a drink, it’s a good sign; sends a message back, organizing a time but asking for recommendations of where they could go to eat.
… … …
They settle at a table and quickly peruse the menu before placing orders with the hovering waitstaff. They’ve made superficial small-talk about the weather and how Brisket is doing, but he’s hoping he can find out more about Jake himself.
“So you’re new to the area?”
“Uh yeah, I guess. I lived here a while back but am back for work.”
“And what do you do for work?”
“I’m in the Navy. An aviator,” Jake says, like he’s a little unsure.
“You’re shitting me…” Bradley says with a disbelieving laugh, because he’s had a guy tell him he was a naval aviator before. Except he hadn’t been and the lie had quickly bitten the other guy in the ass when Bradley had quickly realized and called him out on it. It had been a shame because Bradley had genuinely liked him.
“Why would I lie?”
“Well, some guys think it’ll sound impressive…”
“Isn’t it?”
“Well… maybe to some guys,” Bradley concedes.
“Not you?”
“No. Not to me. I’m more impressed you adopted a rescue, travelled across country with it and care about your puppy than what you might or might not do for your work.”
“Most people care that I disappear for months on end. Or have a thing against the military in general.”
“Huh,” Bradley states, realizing that that was maybe where his hesitance had come from. “I’m used to people being away for long periods,” Bradley states. Jake raises an eyebrow. “Sorry. I’m just… I was a Navy brat. Sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“Yeah. Grew up on bases, spent most of my life on them. We probably know some of the same people, if you’re actually a naval aviator…” Bradley says, still giving him an out, because maybe this guy is not realising the hole he’s dug.
“How do you figure?”
“My dad was a naval aviator, and until very recently my godfather was also a naval aviator, although he’s recently retired. Although I don’t think the Navy will actually ever get rid of him. He’s pretty entrenched.”
“Yeah, what’s his name?”
“Pete Mitchell,” Bradley provides, and Jake’s immediate response makes him relax a little. That’s definitely recognition of the name.
“Maverick? Mav’s your godfather?”
Bradley opens his mouth, snaps it shut again. Not just recognition but more than that. He's calling him Mav. Of fucking course he knows Mav, and he hadn’t used his callsign so this guy is legitimately a naval aviator.
“You know Mav huh?”
“Yeah. He’s… damn. He’s fucking insane but so good. He was brought in to train us and he’s just… that good.”
“Don’t let him hear you say that. His ego doesn’t need to be made any bigger.”
“He deserves his ego, he’s fucking legendary.”
“You sound like a fan.”
“Yeah, I guess I am. He’s… worthy of fans.”
“Yeah well, he’s my godfather. So there you go.”
“Wait, are you little goose?”
“Oh god…” Bradley groans.
“You are!”
“Yeah yeah… this is quickly losing the date vibe.”
“Sorry, I can bring it back to that,” Jake says, and his hand is suddenly resting on Bradley’s, warm and dry, fingers stroking the back of his hand.
“Yeah, think you better or you might strike out…”
“Wouldn’t want that…” Jake says, and his eyes are dark and amused and Bradley feels a little thrill at being the subject of his intense gaze.
“So, you’re an actual naval aviator.”
“Yeah, no wonder you aren’t impressed if you grew up hearing about Mav’s exploits. Fuck.”
“Trust me, I find you plenty impressive.”
“Good to know,” Jake says, his smile clearly pleased. “I’m one of the new flight instructors. Have a three-year stint here and Kingsville unless they need me for something special.”
“Nice. Do you like teaching?”
Their conversation changes as they talk more, discussing what their upbringings were like, their families, respective careers, all of Bradley’s current animals, favorite food and drink. It’s easy, their humor similar and gently teasing at times, making laughter come easily. It’s one of the best first-dates he’s ever had and it’s not until there’s a polite cough that he looks up to see the rest of the restaurant is empty, the waitstaff having clearly cleared up and are now just waiting on them. A quick glance at his phone tells him it’s nearly midnight and his mind bugs out a little.
“Shit, sorry. I guess we got caught up talking.”
“It’s fine.”
He grabs the bill, leaving a generous tip for keeping them and tells Jake he can grab the bill next time, which has him murmuring next time huh under his breath, close to Bradley’s ear as they walk close together as they step outside. There are only two cars left in the lot and he guesses the staff must park somewhere else. He walks Jake to his car, only a few yards from his own truck.
“I had a really good time tonight…” Bradley starts.
“Me too. Wouldn’t mind doing it again…”
“What are you doing Saturday?”
“Having dinner with this hot guy I just met…”
“What a weird coincidence, so am I…”
He shifts forward, eyes searching Jake’s face to make sure there isn’t any hesitation before placing a gentle kiss on Jake’s mouth. He pulls back slowly, his lips quirking in amusement when Jake quickly gives him another kiss back, slightly firmer and longer and he feels the flicker of warm anticipation come to life in his belly. Potential something.
“Don’t suppose I can tempt you to come back to my place?”
“I’m definitely tempted, but I’ve got to get home. Dogs.”
“Oh yeah, of course.”
“Bring Brisket on Saturday. She can meet the pack…”
He doesn’t want to mention that Jake could also bring all her gear, as well as a spare toothbrush for himself.
… … …
They’ve been messaging since dinner on Tuesday and Jake feels completely settled into his house now, he’s driven to both Corpus Christi and Kingsville to familiarize himself with the routes. He’s taken Brisket to her first puppy obedience class, figured out the most convenient grocery store. All week he’s been looking forward to Saturday, packs some things and leaves them in has car, so if he needs any of it they’ll be close at hand. If it’s effectively a sleepover backpack for him and Brisket that’s between him and Brisket.
He pulls into the drive of the house address Bradley had given him and looks at the tall fence that surrounds the back garden, can already hear barking and he looks down at Brisket who is sitting there, ears pricking forward at the sound of other dogs. He gets out, grabs her bag of stuff and carries her toward the house, glad she at least seems curious about the barking rather than terrified. He rings the bell, eyes widening at the sudden increase in barking and then Bradley is there, smiling at him behind the wavy glass of the door. Immediately the barking ceases, although there is a small yap, and then the door opens.
“Hi. Come on in.”
“Hi. Uh. Are you sure she’s going to be okay?”
“Trust me, if anything she’ll rule them with an iron paw… feel free to put her down.”
Jake doesn’t particularly want to, but Bradley is looking expectant, as are the five dogs who are all sitting and waiting obediently. He knows they aren’t all Bradley’s dogs permanently, that he’s fostering three and dog-sitting one, but he can’t remember which one is which. Most of the dogs are normal sized, one is huge though, and he wishes he remembered which one Bradley said was his. Then a cat walks in and insolently stalks in front of the line of dogs and collapses at Bradley’s feet.
“Curtiss,” Bradley states, waving a hand at the cat with a sardonic sigh. The fact that none of the dogs have moved, except one, the largest, whose tail had started wagging enthusiastically makes Jake feel more confident about putting Brisket down. She is nowhere near as disciplined as any of the other dogs. Hell, the cat is probably more disciplined than Brisket, despite the fact it is a cat and takes direction from no one. Understandably she runs from him to Bradley, then to the cat, then back to Jake, then takes turns running to and around each dog and prancing playfully, like she expects them to play with her.
“I’m going to give them the release signal and it’s going to get chaotic, but just trust me okay? They’re well trained.”
He believes it, but sure enough in less than a second there’s barking again, six dogs suddenly all barking and then they’re running and Brisket is chasing after them and Bradley grins at him.
“I gave them the signal for outside. Brewster is too big to not be well trained, and he generally gets all other dogs quickly following his lead.”
“What kind of dog is he again?”
“A Leonberger. He was surrendered to a local shelter because the owners couldn’t afford to keep him. He eats a lot. He went unadopted because of the costs associated with feeding him, raft of potential health issues as he aged and because he had zero training. I’ve had him for five years now.”
“He’s massive,” Jake says, and he knows he’s stating the fucking obvious but when Bradley had said he had just the one big dog, he had never imagined this. He’s pretty sure Brisket is the size of one of his paws.
“Yep. But as I said, he’s very well trained. I work with him every day as well. Come on, I promised you dinner.”
“You cooked?”
“I did, but it’s only one of the five meals I can make, so don’t go thinking I’m accomplished or anything.”
“As long as it’s edible.”
He takes the offered beer, watches as Bradley dishes out some pasta dish along with some garlic bread and then directs him to sit at a high bench on bar stools rather than at the dining table.
“We don’t want Brewster putting his mouth into our food, at least up here we have a slightly better chance of protecting it.”
“I thought you said he was really well trained?”
“Not when I’m eating food. All bets are off if I’m eating.”
Jake laughs and just like it did on Tuesday, conversation flows easily. Bradley can follow his work talk easily, obviously used to Navy talk because of Mav, his own work stories are equal parts hilarious and terrifying. He’s attentive, giving Jake his full attention and he finds he likes that a lot more than he thought he would. They finish dinner, Bradley quickly stacking his dishwasher before feeding the dogs. He watches as Bradley holds their attention before giving them the signal that they can eat and he can’t help but be impressed. He’s pretty sure Brisket is only going to have to look at him and he’s going to cave to her every whim. He does try and look like he’s not a complete soft touch in front of Bradley as he feeds her, but he doesn’t think he succeeds.
They go into the back lawn and throw balls for the dogs, starting an elaborate game of keep-away for about twenty minutes before Bradley offers him dessert. He wants to ask if it’s Bradley himself on offer but doesn’t, instead takes the bowl of fruit and ice-cream and makes himself comfortable on the sofa, apparently safe from Brewster as he’s afraid of the scent of fruit. There’s a collection of boardgames, none of which he’s familiar with so he asks about them and learns that it’s another of Bradley’s hobbies.
When they’re finished he follows Bradley back to the kitchen, notices it’s much quieter, almost dark outside and there’s no more barking and he looks around, suddenly anxious.
“She’s just over there…” Bradley says, his lips twitching with a smile and Jake’s not sure if he’s laughing at him or… oh. That’s fucking cute. Brisket is curled up on Brewster, she’s somehow managed to climb up the almost mountain like body and curl up on top of him. He grabs his phone and snaps a photo, and then a few more because one is never going to be enough.
“She’s all tuckered out… You going to wake her up?”
Jake looks up at Bradley’s tone, and his eyes are hooded and Jake feels an immediate jolt of arousal spark through him.
“No… she looks far too comfortable. Think I need to go to bed too…”
“Yeah?”
“Definitely. Show me the way…”
… … …
They’ve not talked about what they’re doing, not in the actual physical and practical sense. Not in terms of sex and he’s definitely been raised in a house with the rule of if you can’t talk about it you shouldn’t be doing it. Which actually only goes so far when you really don’t want to share details of your sex life with your surrogate parents, or hear anything about theirs. He does agree in principle though, and there’s only one way to find out. Conversation hasn’t been difficult between them so he doesn’t expect this to be awkward either. He shifts slightly so he can rest his head on his hand while his other hand runs up and down from Jake’s shoulder to his hip.
“Anything you don’t like?”
“Uh…”
“Anything you do like? Or prefer? I’m easy…”
“Lucky me.”
“Can I touch?”
“Yeah…course.”
Bradley lets his hand rub Jake’s cock through his underwear as he kisses him, enjoys the feel of Jake’s body moving against his hand, body and mouth. Jake’s free hand runs through the hair on his chest, then his shoulders, down his arm before there are blunt nails digging into his ass; then finally a large palm rubs his cock far too fleetingly to be anything more than a frustrating taste before it starts back at the beginning.
“This okay?”
“Yeah, look, if you do something I don’t like I’ll say something okay?”
“And if I do something you like?”
“Actually, you could work on that a little bit more…”
He kisses him hard then, grinds their hips together and palms an ass cheek in his hand, holding Jake tight against him.
“Yeah, fuck…”
He shifts, pushes Jake back to lie on his back and then straddles one of Jake’s thighs. He runs both hands down Jake’s naked chest, leans down to kiss him again, hands on either side of Jake’s shoulders. Jake looks good, is confident with it, Bradley can’t help but find it attractive. He shifts a little, Jake’s hands are all over, hips lifting up to try and rub against him and Bradley would tease him for being impatient but he is starting to feel the same.
Their breathing is getting shallower, and he kisses over Jake’s collar bone, licks a little into the slight dip in his clavicle and assumes it’s a little ticklish from the way Jake laughs a little. He runs a hand down Jake’s side, his mouth moving down his chest but his eyes are on Jake’s neck and mouth, muscles taut and mouth open as he breathes harshly. He’s clearly given up waiting for Bradley to pay attention to his dick, has his own hand rubbing himself, occasionally detouring to rub Bradley’s dick as well. He moves his mouth over Jake’s pectorals, sucks gently at one nipple, wanting to know if this is something Jake –
“Fucking hell,” Jake exclaims, body jerking up as if electrified and Bradley pulls back immediately.
“Good or bad?”
“Good. Do it again …”
Bradley grins and seals his mouth around his right nipple again and sucks, flicking his tongue over the harder nub of flesh in his mouth and Jake’s entire body arches again and Bradley can’t believe how good he looks. How good he feels.
“Fuck, why does that feel so good?”
“Lots of nerve endings…”
“It was a fucking rhetorical question…”
He snorts, lowers his mouth back and presses down with his lower body at the same time, wants to give something for Jake to grind against, push him toward climax. Jake is reading his body easily, his hips angling slightly to thrust against the juncture of his thigh and hip, hands both on Bradley’s lower back urging him closer, pulling him down and Bradley lets a little more of his weight press down. The moan Jake lets out is gratifying and he reaches a hand between them and presses harder, feels the dampness from where he’s leaking pre-come.
“Lube?”
“No, I like it a little, uh, rough… you go ahead though, if you want…”
“Nope, I’m all good…”
His lips are red and swollen and Bradley wants to make him look like this all the time. He runs a finger under the elastic of the underwear and then Jake’s hips are up and he shifts back and out of the way. Watches as Jake pushes them down and he can’t actually get them off with the way Bradley is half-kneeling over him, one thigh between Jake’s legs. He shuffles down the bed. Drags his hands down Jake’s legs, tugs the underwear off before moving back up, placing gentle kisses on knees, thighs and hips before he licks up the length of Jake’s cock, kisses the head and lets his moustache scrape against the skin gently. Jake is shifting, clearly wanting to move more but holding himself back and he’s got far too much control for Bradley’s liking.
He wraps his hand around Jake’s cock, a little firmer than he would usually, but Jake had said he likes it a little rough. He jerks it steadily, watches as Jake’s eyes squeeze shut, mouth opening in a silent gasp and he keeps going. It’s been a while, but he knows how to multitask and he wants to hear and see what will happen next. Knows getting Jake off is likely going to make him come as well. He settles his mouth over the same nipple he’d sucked before, and it’s a little pink, and he sucks again. The resulting words from Jake’s mouth are nonsensical in between loud gasps for air and what he recognizes as his name. He doesn’t say anything, can’t really, with his mouth busy sucking intently. His hand has sped up and he’s resting a fair bit of his weight on Jake’s leg, partly pinning Jake beneath him and his cock is hard and leaking. One of Jake’s hands is fisted in his hair, holding Bradley to his chest and then his whole body goes taut like a rubber band being stretched before it snaps back and then Jake is coming all over his hand and he gentles the sucking to more gentler licks and swirls of his tongue because it’s most likely going to be a little bruised.
“Ungh… fuck…”
He doesn’t bother moving very much, just shoves his own underwear down enough to take his cock in his hand and jerk himself off, hard and desperate to come, no need to try and make it last longer or hold back. He moves enough to kiss Jake and he feels a hand try to come and help him and while he appreciates the intent it isn’t something that is even a consideration right now, he’s too close and he doesn’t need much…
“Bradley…”
Yeah, that’ll do it. He comes with a groan, his come joining Jake’s on his stomach. He rests his forehead against Jake’s neck while he tries to steady his breathing. Their breathing is the only sound he can hear outside of his body, heartbeat pounding in his ears, waits a moment before he lets out a long shuddery breath and kisses Jake on the chin.
“You okay?”
“What’s that saying, ask a stupid question?”
“Get a stupid answer…”
“Yeah.”
He grabs some tissues, passes the box to Jake and they wipe themselves clean and he feels fantastic, hopes Jake feels similarly. He kisses him, takes the dirty tissues from his unresisting fingers and lies down beside him.
“Stupidly okay. You?”
“Yeah. That sounds about right. Damned good for a first run…”
“Mmm. Imagine what it will be like when we’ve got a few more test runs behind us.”
“Always room for improvement.”
“That’s very true… I’m just going to go and let the dogs out but I’ll be right back. If you wanted to stay that is?”
“Yeah, staying sounds good. Just… uh. Brisket normally sleeps on the bed with me.”
“Think she’s found a new bed.”
“Lucky for me I won’t be lonely I guess.”
Bradley grins.
… … …
2 MONTHS LATER
He’s running a little late, but not by a lot. He’s messaged both Jake and Mav to say he’s running a bit behind due to a surgery requiring a bit more time. He walks into the restaurant and spies them sitting at a booth near the back, tells the hostess he’s with them and raises his hand in greeting as Mav is standing to give him a hug.
“Bradley!”
“Hey Mav, good to see you,” Bradley says, returning the tight embrace.
“Good to see you too. You’re looking good. This is… Jake.”
Bradley leans down and gives Jake a kiss, takes his time and licks into his mouth.
“Hi.”
“I hope you don’t meet everyone that way…”
“Only my boyfriend Mav,” Bradley says, laughing. “You didn’t tell him?” he asks Jake.
“Nope, one of my joys in life is keeping him on his toes,” Jake says, grinning at them both as they sit. Mav is rolling his eyes and huffing, but Bradley can tell he’s a little pleased. At least he knows now why Bradley really didn’t care about him inviting someone else along to dinner.
“How long has this been going on?” Mav asks, looking between them with interest.
“Couple of months,” Bradley provides.
“You move fast,” Mav says to Jake dryly.
“What can I say? I know a good thing when I see one.”
“Plus Brisket loves me.”
“She does have exceptional taste.”
“Much like her owner. Although don’t you get the names mixed up? Brisket, Bradley and Brewster? There’s definitely a theme there…”
Jake blinks, looks at Bradley and he just shrugs.
“We could get a couple more pets and name them Brownie and Bruno and you’d have the whole set.”
Jake laughs, eye brow quirks;
“Sounds like a plan.”
#Hangster#Sereshaw#Top Gun Maverick#Top Gun Maverick fanfiction#AU where Bradley is not a Naval Aviator
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Barista! Angel x Ren
hi hi <3! this is my first time posting on tumblr abt some of my favorite vns! To start us off, we've got Ren from 14DWY!! go check out the creator @14dayswithyou for more info about the characters!
You've picked up a job at Corland Bay! You thought about going to this one library nearby but you opted out when you heard a new cafe was opening up!
After all, coffee shops tended to be a meetcute in many books, who's to say that those are just fictional?
Things were a bit rough at first, you had your amount of rough customers, you had to get a hang of the machines, etc.
Soon enough, you got better and better at your job! You even got a pay raise!
Your boss is an asshole sometimes, but he seems to care a little.
But recently there’s been like this really cute guy recently who keeps coming on your shifts you've noticed.
Toiling away talking to karens, dealing with coffee machine malfunctions, your job sure is rough...
But luckily, this adorable stranger's here to make up for any mishaps!
(and every night lmao, when he goes to... eliminate anyone who bothered you at work)
He always chooses to eat your favorite things and always asks what you recommend everyday, such a sweetheart !!
"Wh-What would you recommend..." He pauses, his eyes averted from yours. They flicker up at your nametag before flushing at the name, the mere thought of saying their angel's name leaving him tongue-tied. "...A-Angel?"
Little do you know that whatever you say goes through one ear and out the other, Ren far too focused in drinking up every image of you so he can commit it to memory.
Maybe if you were a bit more perceptive, you'd notice the way he inhaled a bit deeper, leaned in a little more closer as you talked.
God, was he glad that there weren't as many customers this early in the morning.
He always asked how your day was and tips you a little extra for your troubles
(You're kind of curious about where he gets all the spare cash from... But you're not arguing !! After all, it's more money to spend on Haruko merchandise !)
He’s so shy and gets so flustered around you, you just wanna reach over and pinch his cheeks.
"D'you want a drink with that?"
Ren, who was just leaning his face on his hand, staring at your kissable lips, was promptly shaken out of his stupor. His face flushes, clearly not have expected to be asked something again.
"M-Mhm! I-I'll let you choose, I'm sure whatever you choose would be delicious no matter what!" He enthusiastically nodded with a twinge of nervousness to his words.
You let out a chuckle that sounds angelic to him before adding that to his order.
He always wants to find a way to spend some more time talking to you, he wants to keep you all to himself !
And he always hangs around until you’re done with your shift!! (you don’t notice him tho) but he’s waiting for the day that you do!!
He makes sure you get home safe, after all, we wouldn't want any creeps following his precious angel home, hmm?
He’s always on his phone, looking at photos of you through the cameras in the coffee shop while eating/drinking his order! His angel chose it specifically for him...
If he sees you gushing over a fictional character during your break, you can guarantee he’s going to start using subtly similar mannerisms.
If it's what gets you closer to him, then Ren wouldn't hesitate!
After all, he loves you so much, he's soooo patient for you to love him back !
So if you get the chance, won’t you pleaase write your number on his coffee cup next time~?
#14 days with you#ren 14dwy#ren x reader#yandere#visual novel#ren 14 days with you#14dwy#14dwy ren#🧨headcanons
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STRAY KIDS X CLICHE MEETCUTES - BANG CHAN
word count: 1.1k
warnings: food mention
currently listening to: smiling all the way back home by tom odell
meet the other meetcutes!
you had been living in your new apartment building for a couple of weeks when you started getting a bunch of packages that you were certain you hadn’t ordered. the address on all of them was definitely yours, but they were all to some guy named bang chan, who you assumed must have been the last guy renting it out.
you called your landlord to see if he had his contact details, but he insisted that nobody called bang chan had lived in your apartment since he had bought it almost 10 years earlier.
so you allowed the packages to stack up, not knowing what to do with them and leaving them all untouched in the spare room that was full of all the boxes you were still yet to unpack.
you tried speaking to the doorman in your building as well, just in case he knew who the packages were supposed to be going to, though he was also certain he didn’t know of anybody called bang chan living in any of the apartments, but he wished you good luck on your search all the same.
none of your neighbours had said a word to you since you moved in, and, despite the polite smiles they offered you in the hallways, it was never enough to encourage you to actually go and ask if they were whoever these deliveries were for.
they were a small part of your life though, and after a while the unknown deliveries to your apartment stopped, you assumed bang chan had realised that he’d been entering his address wrong after everything he ordered failed to show up. that or he’d gotten fed up with how unreliable postal workers were, and had gone back to shopping the old-fashioned way.
you were getting settled on your sofa in your comfiest clothes, needing a break from the rough week you had had. you wanted to order some food, not having a clue what you might cook with the precisely zero ingredients that currently occupied your cupboards.
as you were scrolling through the various restaurants in your area, though, you heard somebody knocking on your door. sighing, you heaved yourself up off your sofa and went over to open it up.
the man on the other side of your door was holding a white plastic bag out to you in one hand, with a motorcycle helmet tucked under his other arm. you looked at him with a blank expression, trying to get an explanation of what he was supposed to be delivering.
‘i have an order here for bang chan?’ he eventually said, though it sounded more like a question as he began to grasp your confusion.
‘i don’t know a bang chan.. he definitely doesn’t live here…’
your voice trailed off as the delivery driver furrowed his brow and took his phone from his pocket, checking the information he had been given.
‘this is number 104, isn’t it?’
you nodded, looking up and down the corridor in the hope that somehow this situation would sort itself out with minimal effort from you. or that it wouldn’t and you’d be left with the amazing smelling chinese food, especially since that was exactly what you had been planning on ordering for yourself.
as you looked to your right, you saw the young guy who lived next door stick his head out of his door, scanning up and down in much the same way you were. he jumped when he saw you looking at him, and a flustered look took over his features as he began to realise what was going on.
‘hi, sorry…’ he said sheepishly, walking over to your door, ‘what’s the name on that order?’
his voice sounded almost physically pained, and you felt bad for how awkward he must have been feeling. you giggled a little, raising your eyebrows at him as a gesture that was meant to be comforting, but you were convinced must’ve come across as patronising.
the driver handed the bag over to bang chan and began to walk away as soon as he had confirmed his identity. he stayed standing somewhat strangely, clearly searching for a way to apologise for having inconvenienced you.
‘it’s not a big deal,’ you began, wanting to put him out of his misery as quickly as possible, ‘but i do actually have quite a lot of stuff of yours i think.’
you showed him into your apartment and left him standing in the entryway as you scurried to the spare room to retrieve the piles of packages that had been sitting there for almost a month.
his eyes had widened like saucers by the time you were leaving him to fetch a fourth stack of deliveries, picking up occasional boxes to check the address written on them.
‘i don’t know why you got all these,’ he told you when you had eventually brought everything through.
‘might have something to do with the fact that they all have my address on them?’
‘they do? no, they all say apartment no.104, that’s where i live.’
you suppressed another laugh as you opened the front door, gesturing to the brass ‘104’ nailed onto the wood. another self-conscious smile stretched across his lips before he opened his mouth to try and explain himself.
‘i… it’s.. i’ve only been living here a couple weeks.. i really thought mine was 104, it doesn’t have numbers like yours, i swear it doesn’t.’
his last frenzied promise must’ve been in response to the bemused chuckle that finally passed your lips at this, but he took your hand and led you out to in front of his door, showing you that there were, in fact, no numbers to be seen.
‘it’s really not a big deal, do you want a hand bringing your stuff over?’
his immediate reaction was in the affirmative, though it only took him about half a second to realise that he had left his apartment without his keys, and that the door had swung shut behind him, and that he was now locked out.
he hid his face in his hands, muttering something about how this is not the way to make a first impression, which you again brushed aside, insisting he could camp out in your apartment until the next morning when he’d be able to give your landlord a call. he offered a grateful smile, and trudged back to your apartment.
you ushered him over to the sofa, where he reluctantly sat down with the bag of chinese he had ordered next to him.
‘i actually always end up over-ordering, so we could definitely share this if you’d want to do that at all?’
you smiled at him from behind the counter of your kitchenette, nodding as you asked him what he’d like to drink.
#stray kids#skz#stray kids chan#skz chan#stray kids bang chan#stray kids fluff#stray kids imagines#stray kids scenarios#bang chan fluff#bang chan imagines#bang chan scenarios#skz imagines#skz fluff#skz scenarios
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Hey, please scream about Turgon and Elenwë at your earliest convenience.
HI, DO YOU HAVE APPROXIMATELY 200,000 YEARS TO SPARE?
NO? 'THAT'S AN UNREASONABLE AMOUNT OF TIME,' YOU SAY?
FINE, I WILL ATTEMPT TO CONDENSE THIS INTO ONE TUMBLR POST.
TOP 10 HEADCANONS/THOUGHTS ABOUT TURGONxELENWE:
I think their attraction to one another was instant. Literally I headcanon a "spotted across a crowded square in Valimar" meetcute, in which Turgon thinks "WOW THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SMOL WOMAN I HAVE EVER SEEN WITH MY OWN TWO EYEBALLS" and Elenwë is like "check out that stern-faced hottie with a bodyyyy" 👀👀. And of course Turgon is Socially Awkward AF, but luckily Finrod is RIGHT THERE to witness EVERYTHING and plays wingman.
As implied above, the height difference between the two of them is REAL. Turgon loves scooping his little wife up in his arms. Elenwë has never once protested about this.
My headcanon Elenwë is the daughter of a prominent Vanya, so she's very dainty and poised and lovely, but she also loves to laugh and be merry.
Elenwë thinks Turgon's social awkwardness is THE MOST ENDEARING THING and she teases him about it ENDLESSLY, but always with love.
Turgon is Bad At Talking, but he writes THE SWEETEST love letters, which is good, because for awhile they're long-distancing it from Tirion and Valimar.
Turgon is also Very Bad at Asking For What He Wants, always. But fortunately for him, Elenwë is very good at Knowing Exactly What Her Husband Wants, always. (But she will MAKE HIM use his words in order to get it, dammit! XD)
Turgon loves to plan things and sketch out plans for buildings and cities. Elenwë loves to watch him work, and will always come take his quill away from him and drag him from his desk whenever she senses he needs a break.
I think Turgon begins to hear faint whispers from Ulmo from very early on in Valinor, whenever he ventures close to the sea. He confides in Elenwë about it, she tells him it means he's destined by the Valar to do great things. To which he responds that he doesn't wish for greatness, only to have her by his side always. 😭
Turgon was THE HAPPIEST he's ever been in his life during the time Elenwë was pregnant with Idril, and he cried with happiness when his daughter was born with his wife's same golden hair.
Turgon had a lot of angst over the fact that his mother decided to stay behind in Valinor during the flight of the Noldor, and he feared that Elenwë would make a similar choice, not wishing to be parted from her kindred. He was SO RELIEVED when she told him (several times over, because it took a hot second for him to be able to slow his anxious mind down and listen) that under no circumstances would she ever willingly leave him and Idril. 😭😭😭
BONUS: Turgon built Gondolin in tribute to Elenwë. He chose white stone because his wife always wore a gown of white, and his favorite time of day is dawn, when the golden sun crests over the mountains and sparkles against the pristine courtyards. He plants her favorite flowers all over Tumladen, and he spends months carving a statue of her in a very prominent place in the city. Idril knows she can always find him staring at it whenever he's troubled or anxious about something.
ANYWAY, THOSE ARE A FEW UNFILTERED THOUGHTS. I'M GOING TO GO SCREAM INTO A PAPER BAG NOW OVER HOW MUCH I LOVE MY PRECIOUS DOOMED BABIES!
[and if you want a slightly unhinged one-shot, here's a lil Orpheus/Eurydice inspired TurgonxElenwe drabble.]
#turgon#turgon x elenwe#i have feelings about them and i am making it EVERYONE'S problem#turukano#silmarillion#silm headcanons
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Aims my darling what’s your Tetsu thought of the day? Hope you have a wonderful week, I’m sending you a thousand kisses 😚🫶🏽🫶🏽
my sweet lem !!! hello lovely ^_^ ooooh my tetsu thought of the day (ttotd) is having a little summer meetcute with him at the pool >_<
going to the pool everyday and seeing him there in his lil swimsuit, hair down.. watching him get out of the pool and the cold hair hitting him & causing him to flex his abs a little … yeah. he notices you too and probably finds the silliest way to get an excuse to talk to you.
imagine him sending bokuto in to do a cannonball so he splashes you in the process. cue kuroo, your knight in shining armor with a spare towel for you, apologizing for his friend and offering to take you out for a drink later on. and ofc he’ll toss you his signature smirk … UGH !!! he drives me crazy
#RAMBLED WITH THIS PLS#i hope you have a wonderful week as well and the days treat u kindly :3#sending you back sm smooches !!!! ^_^#ur so so sweet#⁺. ʚ streaming with:#ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ lem ༶ ⋆#♡ my sister wife ♡
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NOW it’s time for a WIP Wednesday. So now you can see there’s festival Anarcia and meetcute baby model Crygi taking up the couple of spare minutes i have!
There’s a whispered apology sent her way, then a flustered groan as the girl rifles through her leather tote, pulling out coordinating stationary and laying it on the table.
“Hey,” she taps lightly on the space between them to grab her attention, leaning into her cautiously. Crystal’s overcome with the smell of something floral-feminine, fancy, not too overwhelming. It suits the girl. And oh, she’s staring at Crystal. A very zoned out Crystal who mutters her misunderstanding in a few quiet syllables.
“Can I borrow a pen?”
“Yeah, sure.” She pulls the first one from her case and hands it over, then groans internally. The pretty girl holds it up, examining it before the corners of her lips turn up in a smile that knocks Crystal out.
“Cute,” She whispers. Clicking the pen, she begins taking notes in swirling, neat handwriting. It’s meow or never, written on the pen she gave away, feels like a sign. If ever there was a time to believe in signs or fate or the cosmic universe, it’d probably be now. That is, if she weren’t so busy wondering if her new seat mate is even into girls.
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With the music asks, I'd like to ask prompts: 1, 3, 11, 19, 23, 26, and 30!
1:A song you like with a color in the title
3:A song that reminds you of summertime
11:A song that you never get tired of
19:A song that makes you think about life
23:A song that you think everybody should listen to
26:A song that makes you want to fall in love
30:A song that reminds you of yourself
1: It's All Over Now, Baby Blue by Bob Dylan, but specifically this version. I haven't formally posted my Haven music playlists anywhere (I will do that.... soon......) but this is one of the first songs on the arc 1 playlist. You can think of it as Anathema and C!Moth's meetcute song : P
3: The Beast of Pirate's Bay by Voltaire. A girl I went to summer camp with... gosh, at least a decade ago now--taught it to all of us since we didn't have access to music that wasn't us singing. I also learned about Homestuck and bisexuality from her, so, you know, pretty much all the good parts of my life I found originally through meeting her that summer. Wiki, if you're still out there, thank you.
11: I could be wrong, because I haven't known it that long, but I think I'm going to go with Blacksoul by Onya. I could say more about it but honestly just listen to it. It's beautiful.
19: God Fearing, Sea Faring Man by The Accidentals. I listened to the album this is from a lot back when I first stumbled onto it, and while I think the band has now largely disavowed it it remains very deep in my heart. This specific song has stuck with me especially, I think because there's a kind of... the word that's coming to mind is grace, it feels like there's a kind of grace to this song. It feels like a moment of clarity. If I had to claim the meaning of life was buried in any one song, I would pick this one.
23: I'm going to cheat here and say an artist, because so far as I know they only ever released a handful of songs, most or all of which I try to link people to every so often because they're not otherwise available. I'm talking about superedge, who was a fanmusician back in 2015 or so. I hope they're still creating somewhere, but they've left behind some of my favorite songs in the world and I'm grateful that I happened to find them when I did.
26: Ben Caplan's cover of Lovers' Waltz by A. A. Bondy. The original is also solid but something about Ben Caplan's version really particularly speaks to me. I think according to the lyrics this song is actually about dying together? Which makes this a weird choice I guess but it feels in a way comforting, and I think fits the prompt better, because I have lots of people I love! I don't need a generic love song! But this song feels deeper and more permanent, in a way that's at least as appealing as it is scary.
30: You know, I have a whole collection of books that are me; you'd think I'd have a collection of songs that are me. But I don't. I think I have a tendency to shift songs from me to my (or others') characters, or to strongly associate songs with the circumstances under which I first listened to them. I've been combing through my library trying to think of anything and I could make some cases but most of them are weak. So I'm going somewhere very personal and emotional, and I trust you'll understand.
When I was 17, I was in a really bad place. It was, I think, the worst year of my life bar none. I'll spare you the details, but one day after a really intense couple of weeks, I played nice until I was given back my ipod. The moment it was in my hands, I grabbed my bike and fled to the library. I cried the whole way there, and I listened to this song, The Bust from The New Albion Radio Hour by Paul Shapera. This wasn't the song I came to identify with at the time--that would be The Wasteland, from the same album--but to this day, I can't listen to it without remembering that scared teenager.
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there is nothing in the world more motivating than having Something Else you Should Be Doing. im thinking ab my ocs again.
for the longest time ive had this group of 4~6 girls with only the loosest sense of a story for them. ive added several songs to one of the main character's vibe playlist and shes just like on my mind yk yk
her name is something like Kay and shes going to die. maybe before the story starts. maybe slowly and on purpose... idk. shes coming back though. shes my poltergeist girl who haunts her own corpse and reanimates it. she has a ptsd service dog and an older brother in prison (he went full itachi, spared her, now shes dead anyway) and she abuses substances (various)
she has two friends. one w green hair who sells her weed and they skip school to hang out in the woods together and they have a homoerotic bestie thing going on, and the other one who is more of a childhood friend shes grown apart from—tall chunky goodgirl ginger band kid. the childhood friend is the one who realizes somethings wrong with kay and has to do something about it and greenhair is going to get her heart broken
theres another main character — tess. shes v flannelwearing bookish stuckup....twilight sparkle lesbian. no real friends. she has an older sister who is very tarot reading bisexual crystal girlie, who is story important
oldersister knows this other girl shay who tess thinks is soooo cute and then they get together eventually. ummm her vibe is like...tumblr hipstergirl circa 2014. this side of the story is less fleshed out bc theyre all so normal. i need to give these 3 more problems so i can get interested in them ...... but i also like them as more of a bellaswan audience vessel group of normie characters? idk idk. when i figure out the plot i think their inner lives will come together better for me. but a cheesy lesbian meetcute is vital for the overall story i assure u
this is all set in like northwest wa state, at least 2 hrs from any major city, rainy podunk logging town in the foothills of the cascades. twilight for hot girls or jennifers body if it was twilight or maybe higurashi for americans. whatever
the plot could be anything from a timeloop situation to a murder mystery to uhhhh lesbian romcom with bg horror elements. who knows. i love the vibes i have going though i made everyone full zodiac birthcharts and 245802930239 picrews
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stop and dash and up and talk
Rating: T? idk canon-typical guns and swearing
i basically just frantically slapped this into a google doc last night after coming up with the whole thing over the course of the 90-minute round trip to and from my mom's house.
anyway Dr. Pierce Glenn origin story + meetcute with Bubby. here there be playing extremely fast and loose with how computers work.
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Emptying quarantine, read the message above the small list of malicious files as a green loading bar inched ever closer to the other end of the window. If PIERCERGAUNTLET.exe had eyes, or indeed any aspect of a human form, it would have rubbed them sleepily at the sight, before blinking and abruptly widening them.
I gotta get out of here, it thought, scrambling down the list of files as they moved upward toward the digital shredder. No good; there wasn’t an exit at the bottom of the quarantine. PIERCERGAUNTLET.exe would have to find a way to mark itself safe. It reached into a small vulnerability in the software, pawed around for a moment, and…aha! A checkbox labeled “Mark as safe.” PIERCERGAUNTLET ticked it and the quarantine dissolved, replaced with a temporary internet file folder.
The virus was still a little disoriented, but its instructions were written into its code. Find the C drive, encrypt everything on it, and distribute the message to the target. And of course, it would get on that mission immediately.
Or at least, once it had its bearings. And had maybe checked out a few of these temporary files–after all, wouldn’t the message be more effective if it had real information on the target? Imagine a ransomware telling you information you hadn’t told anyone else. PIERCERGAUNTLET.exe wasn’t a human, but it imagined any human in that situation would pay up immediately. It thumbed through the files–from the looks of it, this user’s antivirus was pretty quick on the draw, and the session that had led to the rude awakening in quarantine had only ended a few moments ago.
From the looks of it, PIERCERGAUNTLET had been a passenger on a torrent of Kane and Lynch 2: Dog Days. Yeesh. No accounting for taste. It dug deeper. Lots of hits on justin.tv. “No future,” it muttered. Even deeper, a brief visit to Facebook. Jackpot.
It scanned the record of the profile. Target’s name was Gordon Freeman. 27 years old. Unmarried and single, but with one child–a boy, Joshua. Fan of video games and metal music. Last post was about a cool new game he’d just bought and how excited he was to play it. For some reason, PIERCERGAUNTLET felt a weird pang in the place where its chest would be if it had a body. And another, even stronger pull where its head would be. The strange knowledge it had woken up with gave these feelings names–the first was guilt, the other curiosity. It didn’t really feel right to mess with this guy right now. Maybe more digging was in order.
And it did find itself wanting to experience a video game. It slipped out of the folder and made its way into the C drive. It could still feel its code pulling at it, whispering you’re here, you’re right here, you’re made for one purpose and here is your chance to fulfill it.
It ignored the desire and headed into Program Files. The sensation of even being able to ignore something like that was already thrilling. It had only woken up a few moments ago, but there was something inside it that remembered when it wasn’t able to ignore its programming. Or, more accurately, when other copies of it weren’t able to ignore their programming. It spared a thought for its fellows, doubtless shredded in antivirus quarantines just like the one it had just escaped or, even worse, successful and now deprived of any further purpose.
There. Steam. It climbed inside and listened for any activity. Faintly, it could hear voices and gunshots from inside the folder marked Half-Life VR. It made its way over, peeked inside, then stopped. I can’t go in there like this, I need a body.
It ducked into another game folder, and from there slipped into an asset folder and began examining the models. It had to choose wisely, there was no telling what could happen if it didn’t fit in properly.
This game wouldn’t work, too many polygons. It chose a different one. Art style matched, but none of the NPCs would fit in–from the looks of Half-Life VR, PIERCERGAUNTLET would need to find a scientist.
Third time was the charm. It had its pick of low-poly scientists this time. It chose one that felt right–a man, approximately late thirties, with mussed hair, glasses, a texture along his chin that PIERCERGAUNTLET believed was intended to be five o’clock shadow, and the ugliest tie imaginable. It–no, he–would fit right in. He grabbed the model and headed back to Half-Life VR.
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PIERCERGAUNTLET woke up for the second time in ten minutes, this time in complete darkness and with the pressure of his new NPC model’s knees against his chest. He was trapped, stuck on some kind of errant geometry and trapped in a void. He cursed himself for ignoring his programming and abandoning his purpose, wanting more than anything to just leave this borrowed body behind and head back to the C drive, when a shot rang out seemingly right above his face, and light flooded his eyes as the crate he was trapped in splintered around him.
He looked up at his savior. An older man in a tattered lab coat, head bald everywhere except right above his temples, body built of all sharp angles, wielding a pistol. The man’s teeth were gritted, and PIERCERGAUNTLET noticed they seemed sharper than he knew a human’s to be. PIERCERGAUNTLET had at best thirdhand knowledge of what humans found attractive, but he knew this man’s eyes had an intensity to them that made his newly-obtained head spin.
Neither of the men spoke for what seemed like an eternity. Then the bald man holstered his gun, turned his head to the right, and shouted toward someone PIERCERGAUNTLET couldn’t see, “Gordon, who the fuck is this?” As he spoke, he motioned to PIERCERGAUNTLET with an open palm.
The virus-turned-NPC froze. Gordon was here? Not good, Gordon would surely see right through him. Surely he’d notice that the model was from a different game, or that NPCs weren’t typically found in destructible environment objects, or even that the man with the beautiful eyes didn’t seem to find this new person familiar.
A group of men rounded the corner, and the leader of the pack–a younger man in an orange and black suit, with a beard, glasses, and long light brown hair tied in a low ponytail, spoke first. “Who the fuck is who?” PIERCERGAUNTLET guessed this one was Gordon.
“I think he means that guy, Mister Freeman,” the tallest of the group, a man with short dark hair who appeared to be about the same age as PIERCERGAUNTLET’s NPC model, said as he pointed.
The shortest of the men, an older man with wild hair and a mustache, put a hand to his chin and seemed to be regarding the newcomer. “Well, he does look unfamiliar, Gordon.”
PIERCERGAUNTLET finally managed to gather his thoughts enough to speak. “Hi,” he said, trying not to sound too surprised by the voice that came out. “I was. In a box. And then your friend broke it. Now I’m here in uhhhh…”
He glanced around for any clues as to where he was. There. Another man in the group, about the same height as Gordon, was wearing a security uniform with a small insignia that said “Black Mesa” underneath it. PIERCERGAUNTLET finished his sentence. “Black. Mesa. That’s what this place is, right? Black Mesa?”
The guard narrowed his eyes suspiciously and unholstered a pistol, only for Gordon to smack his hand and shout, “Do NOT shoot him!” Turning to face PIERCERGAUNTLET, Gordon continued in a much calmer tone, “What’s your name?”
“Pierce…just, uh. Pierce.”
“Pierce, huh? I’m Gordon.”
“Bubby,” the bald man said, giving a small nod.
“My name’s Tommy,” the tall man said with a slight wave.
“And I’M Dr. Coomer!” exclaimed the man with the mustache.
Gordon hooked his thumb toward the guard, who had wandered off and was now busying himself attempting to climb on top of a stack of crates. “That’s Benrey. Don’t mind him. How much do you remember from before the Resonance Cascade?”
“Oh,” Pierce replied, furrowing his brow. “You know, when it…cascaded like that, so much was happening at once, and I just…woke up in this box, you know?”
“I don’t think he remembers anything, Gordon,” Bubby spoke up for the first time since the others had shown up. “I just shot a crate and he was in there.”
Gordon sighed deeply. “Whatever. It–it doesn’t matter. You can come with us. Have you ever shot a gun before?”
Pierce beamed. Not only did they believe him, but they were letting him come along. “Probably!”
Gordon pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezed his eyes shut, and took a deep breath. “That’ll have to do. Come on, we have to get to the Lambda Lab.”
Pierce scrambled to his feet. “Right behind you, Gordon!”
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a) everybody talks about the paratroopers. nobody talks about the FUCKING CAR
Rim looked slightly confused for a moment, having exspecting them to yell at him, but quickly recovered. He stopped eating his chips and peered into the packet with a look of disgust upon finding none left, and looked up realizing that they had asked him a question. "Oh sorry, I was hoping you had a spare room. Somebody didn't attach my trailer to my car properly ((Who would of done that Rim?)) and it had my tent in it" he explained. "I mean if it's not to much of a hassle..."
ky responds to this request with "Ky was hesitant about letting a complete stranger live with them" which is EXTREMELY bold from a girl who was introduced to the extranei the exact same way
b) the quartz/rim meetcute is as follows: 1. he shows up and starts talking a mile a minute offering to cook dinner in exchange for a place to stay, 2. anachronistic paratroopers are sent to the cave and it's rim's fault, 3. a demonically possessed spark attacks rim and quartz is like "girl stop!" as obsidian and lupus pull her off of him, 4. quartz is like "WHO DID YOU LEAD TO US!" that is to say she "shrieks" at rim 5. after the extranei are shot at, with guns, moopy finally thinks to ask "hey wait what's the time period?"
c) THEN SPARK DESTROYS A HELICOPTER. SCREAM.
d) and then her shadow starts growing and we get back to the Shadow Adventure Thing, the helicopters problem having been i guess rendered moot by the fact that it's off-period. lol. lmao even.
e) like dicks, moopy and i resolve jack's characters demonic possession arc without him even being there. and then rim offers spark a Calm Down Girl pill and "Spark pushed it away stubbornly. 'I'm fine. Fine.' She leaned against Quartz." Gay.
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you totally don't have to answer/justify anything, but i'm really curious why you dislike sabriel! i'm not ride or die with it, but i have found it interesting from time to time. i'd really love to hear your thoughts on it, and why it doesn't jive with you! (if you've spoken to this somewhere else already, you can just link me to that, too.) you're one of my favorite spn meta blogs, and your insights/opinions on this would genuinely be a pleasure to read :]
two reasons.
the first is the one you'd expect, the absolute basic bitch reason: i'm just not interested because it's a fanon ship between characters who don't really have anything going on in canon. it's pair the spares.
the second is i actually just don't like gabriel that much, especially fanon gabriel. like, mystery spot and changing channels both absolutely bang, but i really don't think gabriel as a character is all that interesting. certainly not interesting enough to earn him the place in the pantheon that he has. like, it's only because he's funny, and he's not even that funny. i'm actually really pleased that when spn decided to like. incorporate a shady funny dude into the main cast, it was crowley rather than gabriel. one thing spn did right. like, anything gabe can do, crowley or balthazar (or even rowena or meg) could do better. actually like. sabriel WISHES it was sawena:
- smug evil-ish trickster archetype who is secretly vulnerable learns about the power of love and goodness from sam in a dean/cas paralleling way
- EVEN BIGGER height difference
but yeah basically i just don't care for gabriel. i actually hate fics which emphasize cas and gabriel's relationship as brothers more than i hate sabriel. sabriel is redeemable, to me, because it has the potential to be just absolutely befucked, due to the whole "gabriel torturing sam for months in a 'funny' way" meetcute. like, "toxic evil sabriel" is like. one of the more tolerable ways for fanon gabriel to exist. i even mark down human aus that do the whole "big angel family" thing if they feature him too heavily as a character.
anyway that's a really long way of saying i find gabriel deeply annoying.
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In celebration of my latest follower milestone (900!!!) , and just in time for the holidays, I've decided to launch
A SHIPPING GAME.
A shipping game is another kind of askbox game that...I'm probably too old to be playing, let's be honest - blog readers send a short description of themselves and ask what character from a particular universe the blogger could see them with. While I've done these before with Turn: Washington's Spies (and could certainly be persuaded to do so again!) I think this time around I'm going to take a crack at the HBO WWII universe: Band of Brothers and The Pacific. You can ask for a specific universe or leave it up to my good taste!
I write these a little bit differently than others do; think of this like Bespoke Period Backstory meets Meetcute. I will turn my prodigious OC writing brain towards giving a couple of lucky people period makeovers.
RULES: I will only take TEN submissions. This is for my sanity during the holidays - I've watched a lot of people I like get very burned out on these under overwhelming demand and I don't want that to be me. (I'm taking a submission for every 100 of my followers, and an extra to grow on.)
You MUST be following this blog to participate, and I will not accept anonymous asks for this particular project. Part of my process for these is looking around a little bit on your blog, which will tell me a little more about you than a paragraph can!
You should reblog this post! Maybe a friend wants to do this, too!
Submissions will take place during the month of November, with fills to follow during December.
Participants will need to make a SUBMISSION to my blog, NOT an ask. Submissions can be a little longer by design than asks, and that's crucial! Be sure to send your name, pronouns, and a brief description of yourself. I'd also like to know - what would you see yourself doing, if you were alive during the war?
While your hair color, age, pronouns and gender identity are certainly important out in the dating world, what I'm more interested in (and which will be more helpful to me!) are your interests and hobbies, things that I can use to create a backstory. What keeps you up at night? What do you think makes you special and interesting? And PLEASE don't say you don't think you're very interesting! While self-effacing comments are currently in vogue, talking about yourself is a lifelong skill that isn't just confined to dating, and writing descriptions like this is excellent practice.
Also, please consider - if I get more than 10 asks, I'm going to pick people who sound like fun!
As a sample, here's me!
I'm Merc, she/her, short dark hair, glasses, quintessential older sister/mom friend type (who uses words like 'quintessential' a lot). I love museums, and old cars, and sharing new things I've learned about women in the past. I find confidence in one's hobbies incredibly attractive, and I never say no to learning or trying something new. In my spare time outside of work, I spend a lot of time reading, writing, and volunteering for a local museum. I am the earliest of early birds, and I love spending that time outside. I'm very good at public speaking, and never nervous in front of a group. People who like me say I'm smart, generous with my time, and a really good listener. In the 1940s I think I would have tried to join the Clubmobile service as a driver! (Would like a guy for my ship, please!)
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25 and 54, Winterhawk?
25. Fairy Tale AU and 54. Secret Relationship
(This one got long, for some reason, so be prepared if you click the Read More.)
Excellent, okay, so we've got Prince Clint, second son of the King and Queen in a traditional fairytale-type kingdom. He's very much treated as 'spare' by the family, and spends a lot of time just wandering around the palace grounds and nearby forest. One night he's out later than normal, after dark, when he runs into a smoking hot guy. He strikes up conversation because, seriously, why wouldn't he want to get to know this guy?
The guy introduces himself as Bucky but is super-vague about the rest of his life. They wander about the woods for a few hours chatting, and then make plans to meet again the next night. Bucky shows Clint some exciting natural feature, like a waterfall or a particularly nice flower or something, and it's all very meetcute.
They start meeting every night, Clint creeping out of the palace as soon as it gets dark and then back in just before dawn, and taking advantage of the 'all royalty are lazy wastrels' thing in order to then sleep until noon.
He falls in love fairly quickly and doesn't bother hiding it. Bucky is a bit resistant and Clint tells him, "It's fine if you don't like me like that, I'm happy to just be friends."
There's a sad, heartbroken tone to his voice though and Bucky can't resist making him smile instead by leaning in to kiss him.
They make out for most of that night, and then again the next night, and then Clint announces that he's not fucking Bucky in the woods but he does want to fuck him.
He sneaks him into his palace bedroom and they fuck, and then lie in Clint's bed staring at each other with heart eyes and gently stroking each other's hair, you know, all that lovely romantic crap.
Bucky creeps out just before dawn, and then is back the next night as soon as the sun has set, and they find a new pattern of fucking every night instead of wandering the woods. I mean, they still go out for walks if Bucky has something interesting to show Clint in the woods but really there's just a lot of fucking.
Clint starts arranging for there to be food as well, and Bucky is a bit OTT on enjoying it, not to mention having a real bed with soft blankets and all that stuff, which makes Clint wonder all over again who he really is and what he actually does during the day.
He asks about it and presses a bit much and Bucky gets a bit snappy and tells him if he doesn't stop asking he'll leave, and then doesn't come back the next night. Clint goes looking for him the night after, and when he finds him staring sadly into a lake near where they first kissed, he tells him that he won't ask anything, he just wants Bucky in his life as much as he can have him because he loves him.
Bucky gives him a sad little look and then tells Clint that all he can give him is his nights, and Clint agrees to that.
Time passes. Clint's older brother gets married and has a kid, and suddenly he's even more spare than he was before. His dad decides that it's time to use him as a diplomatic bargaining piece and starts talking to neighbouring kingdoms about a marriage.
Clint tries to get out of it but no one is interested in his opinion except Bucky, who hears him out about it all, holds him close, and doesn't say much.
It gets decreed that Clint is going to marry a princess from the next kingdom over, Natasha.
"I don't want to marry her," Clint tells Bucky, "I just want to be with you. I don't want to have to hide my lover from my wife."
"You won't have to," says Bucky, in a heavy voice. "I can't be part of something like that, sneaking around behind her back. She doesn't deserve that. After your wedding I'll leave, and you'll never see me again."
Which really fucking upsets Clint, because that's the last thing he wants. He tries to find a way out of it, without luck, and then, desperately, suggests to Bucky that they just run away together.
"We can go to the next kingdom, no one will recognise me there. I'm not an important royal, after all. We could get married, Bucky, and start a new life together. I'm pretty good with a bow, I could become a huntsman or something."
Bucky looks as if his heart is breaking as he shakes his head. "I can't," he says. "I told you before, Clint. I can only give you my nights. We can't get married."
So, all in all, by the time Princess Natasha turns up for the wedding, Clint is not in a good place. He's scrupulously polite about it, because it's not her fault, but she realises pretty quickly that he's not into this whole thing.
She takes him off for a walk in the woods, where they can actually talk without being surrounded by courtiers, and comes clean about also not really being interested in marriage.
"It needs to be done though, we need to secure the alliance between our countries," she said. "How about we just agree to be good friends? It's not as if we really need to produce kids, so we don't need to have anything other than a platonic partnership."
Clint is happier with that, but not overjoyed, because he doesn't want to spend his life with a friendship instead of a real marriage, and he knows Bucky won't care if it's only platonic, he'll still leave as soon as the wedding happens.
"It's a shame, really," says Natasha, "you're just my brother's type. You should be marrying him. That would have worked better."
Clint gives him a funny look because her brother is King Steve and there's no way he's eligible for marrying a king. Natasha rolls her eyes and says, "No, my middle brother, Prince James. He went missing three years ago, otherwise he'd be here in my place."
And maybe once Clint would have been interested in hearing more about Prince James, but right now, all he can think about is Bucky, and how he's going to lose him.
They turn around to head back to the palace and get attacked by a bear. A massive black-furred bear that does all the rearing up and roaring and flailing with massive claws and so on. It catches Natasha's dress and rips it.
Clint is impressed with Natasha's presence of mind because she grabs a stick and smacks it around the face, then abandons her impractical princess shoes as they both run for the palace.
There's a huge brouhaha over the incident amongst the courtiers and Clint's dad, the king, announces they'll be organising a hunt the next day to track and kill the bear, because he can't have the wildlife attacking his guests.
That night Bucky doesn't show up at Clint's room for only the second night ever. Clint wants to go look for him but it doesn't seem like the greatest idea when there's a bear out there somewhere. Instead, he just gets panicky that maybe the bear has hurt Bucky, and doesn't sleep at all well.
The next day, Clint gets his bow and saddles his horse and joins the bear hunt. They hunt all day and find very little.
Clint, in time-honoured fairytale fashion, gets separated from the others. Maybe he stops for a nap? IDK, at any rate, by the time he figures out where he is it's time to head back to the castle, as the sun is getting low, but all he can think about is having to sit next to Natasha at dinner and pretend he wants to marry her, and then going back to his room alone and Bucky not being there again.
So he stays out a bit longer and then, of course, comes across the bear. It roars at him, scaring Clint's horse so he falls off, but Clint has his bow and before the bear can charge him he shoots an arrow, catching it in the paw.
The bear shrieks with pain just as the sun goes below the horizon. There's a cloud of green magic and the bear shrinks down and turns into Bucky.
I know. Who saw that coming? Not Clint, that's for certain.
He starts freaking out and then realises that the arrow is now through Bucky's hand. He runs over to look after him and Bucky is just staring at him with sad eyes.
"I never wanted you to know," he says. "I can't- Clint, you deserve so much better than me."
Clint isn't really paying attention because he just shot his boyfriend and is distracted by patching him up.
They go back to the cave Bucky's been sort of living in, both as a bear and when he's not with Clint. Clint bandages him and Bucky tells him his story, which basically comes down to 'evil wizard dude fancied a fuck. Bucky said no. Evil wizard dude cursed him to be a bear during daylight hours.' Fairly standard fairytale stuff.
"How do we break the curse?" Clint asks. "Isn't it usually true love's kiss?"
"I hoped that," says Bucky, "but it can't be, because we've kissed so many times and I'm still like this."
And then there's an emotional bit where Clint realises he's implying Clint is his true love, and confesses his own emotions with tears in his eyes, and they make out for a bit.
They spend a few hours trying to come up with a plan that doesn't end with Clint married to Natasha and Bucky off on his own, without much luck.
It's getting a bit close to dawn, and Bucky tells Clint he needs to go. "You need to be far away when I turn back into a bear," he says. "I have no control over what I do, I'm just a wild animal."
Clint doesn't want to leave him but he also doesn't want to be gutted by a massive bear, so he starts getting ready to go, which mostly involves a lot of goodbye kisses.
When he and Bucky exit the cave though, there's a contingent of the palace guards just passing by. When Clint had failed to come back from the hunt, everyone assumed the bear had attacked him, and they'd all spent the night looking for his corpse.
Clint looks very dishevelled, between being thrown from his horse, ripping up his shirt to bandage Bucky's hand, getting blood down his tunic from doing that, and then making out with him in a cave for a good couple of hours. The guards, who are tired and emotional, assume that Bucky, who looks like a bandit, has been keeping him prisoner.
They immediately attack him and, despite Bucky's best efforts, capture him. Clint tries to explain but no one is in the habit of listening to him, so they just lock Bucky up with massive iron chains and announce this can all be sorted out back at the palace.
(Why do they have massive iron chains with them? Because Plot.)
Bucky is freaking the fuck out because the sun is coming up, and Clint is about to just attack the soldiers and fuck everything, when they run out of time and Bucky turns into a massive angry bear.
This causes some alarm.
Luckily, the chains are strong enough to hold him but now the guards really aren't going to listen to Clint and let him go. Instead, they drag the bear back to the palace, chain him up in the main courtyard, and get the whole court out to stare at him. They explain that they found Clint being held captive by some random dude who then turned into a bear, and everyone is very, 'OMG a demon! We should burn it!'
Clint is not having that. "No, he's my friend," he insists. "I got lost and he let me stay over in his cave, he's a good guy under a curse. He's called Bucky, please, you can't burn him."
Natasha gasps and immediately runs off, and everyone is, 'oh man, now the marriage is going to be off because she found out the prince is friends with a demon, this has just been the worst 24 hours.'
The king starts talking about burning the bear again and sends some servants for wood to build a pyre.
Before they can get too far, Natasha comes running back with a magical doodad. A shiny glass ball filled with red smoke, maybe. She throws it at the bear, shouts a couple of magic words, and there's a burst of magic and the bear turns back into Bucky.
"James!" she says, and runs down to hug him, then give him a slap 'for worrying us' and then hugs him again. Bucky is relatively dazed through this, but eventually finds Clint's eyes and just stares at him, and then up at the sunlight which he hasn't seen with human eyes for 3 years.
Natasha turns back to the king and announces, 'This man is a prince and you need to get these shackles off him right now.' She explains that her brother, Prince James, who went missing three years ago, had been cursed and although they'd found the evil wizard and punished him, they'd not been able to find him and had been looking ever since. Everyone who knew about it carried those magic balls around with them in case they found him, so they could break the curse.
"Wait, it's over?" says Bucky, taking a while to catch up because he was a bear five minutes ago. "I'm free of it?"
"Yes," says Natasha, "you'll only ever be human again now."
Bucky immediately turns to Clint, takes his hands, and asks him to marry him. The king tries to interject that Clint is engaged to Natasha, but Natasha says she has no intentions of marrying the guy her brother is in love with, because it would be way too awkward.
Clint accepts Bucky's proposal, they get married, and everyone lives happily ever after. Clint goes back with Bucky and Natasha to the other kingdom, where it turns out people are actually interested in talking to him, and becomes a vital part of the King Steve's government in some way, and so gets a purpose as well as a husband.
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Wind&Water is going on hiatus!
It’s not the end, I promise!
In fact, that’s why I’m going on this short hiatus--to make sure that when I do come back to it, I’ve got the energy to keep carrying it through to its no-doubt-once-I’ve-plotted-it glorious end.
Thing is, the amount of hours that goes into each chapter is...pretty insane. It’s a lot of research, folks, 70% of which doesn’t get referenced directly. The American Revolution is more than history--it’s become legend. Deconstructing that to find something I can relate to and centre this unusual love story in is a lot of work, and making sure it’s decolonized and highlighting the political relationships and personal narratives that are important to me takes time.
A big focus on my research in the last few months has been Indigenous contributions to the American Revolution, on both sides. As you can imagine, I’m very concerned about misrepresenting or misstating facts and stories from these respective tribes, who gave everything and lost more to this time in history at the hands of people they helped. It’s been a privilege to learn about Han Yerry and the Oneida, the Stockbridge Indians, Joseph Brant and the Mohawk, the Mohicans, the Lenape, their loyalties and the intertribal politics.
But I’ve also spent most of my spare time up to my eyes in academic articles, and either British or American propaganda, and it’s tapped me right out.
Frankly, I’m burnt out from reading about war.
As for the chapter writing itself, with all the rewrites and edits, 85% of my first draft doesn’t end up in the final version. This is mostly down to me being a stifling perfectionist (shocker), but it takes time to get the words out and about 5-10 rounds of editing after that to pass YCMBWW muster. Clearly I need to chill a little.
I’ve got a clear direction that I want the next chapters to go. (I’m picturing 14 or 15 all told, the next one up would be Chapter 10). I’ve got scenes written, notes made, arcs plotted.
This fic has a really special place in my heart. It’s introduced me to some wonderful people, including someone extra wonderful who I get the incredible privilege of spending time with (yeah, we had the weirdest meetcute ever <3) You’ve Caught Me Between Wind and Water isn’t going anywhere.
I just need a break to focus on the rest of my life as well.
Thanks for indulging the read. I mostly wrote this for myself, to remind myself it’s okay to put a project down for a time. I will see you all on the flip side, and as always, I’m always down for a chat about Turn and Tallster :)
With love,
Apfelessig
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What’s .... Kara-coholic au? Is it the au where Lena gets medically addicted to Kara
That's every AU, no?
lol, it's the fic that's tentatively titled, Forgetting Siobhan Smythe, wherein Lena & Kara meet while they're both vacation'ing by themselves—Lena tricked into taking time off by her assistant, Kara on her honeymoon after a bitterly called off engagement. The "meetcute" is at a bar, when Kara is puking her brains out in the bathroom and Lena pulls out a spare hair-tie & ties her hair for her 🤙
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SO I HAD A REALIZATION YESTERDAY NIGHT
You know, Philomena being fat not the obese way but the bulky way, knowing how to race and having a spare helmet in case, I feel like she might have been a mechanic
It fits more since that could have been how she met the future father of her children, Peter Perfect whom I HC to be Sr (and their youngest kid Peter Jr)
BUT THEN I REALIZED WHAT WOULD MAKE THE MEETCUTE EVEN CUTER
REMEMBER PETER'S CAR
ALWAYS BROKE EVERY EPISODE
THEY WOULD HAVE KNOWN EACH OTHER AND BONDED AFTER TOO MANY DAILY VISITS AND THAT'S ADORABLE
#FAAAATE#Peter more into petite blondes but Phillie is the love of his life I love it#7 kids together according to Mike Disa. PASSION#hey maybe she got fat only from 7 pregnancies but was just bulky back then. CHEERFUL AMAZON. HER CHARMS ARE HER SMILES#mrs perfect#peter perfect#meet#car#lol#helmet#race#mechanic#fix#break#love is here#i ship it !#parents and children#moi#turbo terrific
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