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((From here))

Neither of them want this, Chuck's sure. He can't be soulmate to a fucking coward, a construction worker

...but maybe Raleigh's not so bad. Maybe after watching him and Mako take down Otachi and Leatherback Chuck might be thinking a little bit differently about him. A little bit. 

He can't imagine Raleigh's thinking any better of him though, especially with how sharp Chuck's being. And this close to the end--what's the point?

Alcohol and strip poker is tempering his temper somewhat though. They've both gotten their shirts off and Chuck's trying not to be too distracted by the miles of tanned, toned skin. 

He is failing. 

"I--have a seven." How is that seriously his highest card?
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Vampires, werewolves, demons, things that go bump in the night
open post for monster rp
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 Yancy's always been the sort of unattainable older guy that Chuck grew up unable to really be friendly with, let alone anything else. He was more of a parent to Raleigh and Jaz than a big broth, at least while they're in school, and Chuck was barely friends with them. 

Sort of, yeah, and he's a little surprised Yancy's still speaking to him after the fights he and Raleigh got into once or twice. 

They reconnected after Chuck got into college and moved into an apartment close to campus. He hangs out with the Beckets, sometimes collectively and sometimes individually. 

And he and Yancy are close enough to text each other about personal crap (like girls who want to invite you to her uncle's funeral for the fourth date) and for Yancy to help get Chuck into bars and drink it out. 
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 It's been five years since Chuck left. Left his home, left his dad, left his dog, left Raleigh. 

And he hasn't looked back.

Because if he looked back he'd have to think about what he's left behind and if he thinks about it he'd have to do something about it. But it didn't work and they tried, they tried so hard. And it didn't make a damn bit of difference, so Chuck...throws himself into school. And he tries. 

Occasionally, he tries to date. A girl here, a guy there. Every time he tries to make an effort at a relationship it ends with a lot of anger. Chuck's not really good at this. Nothing's compared to Raleigh, and Chuck's not sure he'll ever have something like it again. And he refuses to settle. 
Love isn't everything. Chuck focuses on school. It's okay. 

And he's good. He's really good. That and the occasional one night stand satisfies him. 

And then he gets a call from Herc. Yancy's been in an accident. He's broken a few limbs, and he hasn't woken up. Herc isn't saying he should come back, and Chuck's been staring at Raleigh's number when Mako calls him. 
He needs you. 
Come home. 
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 (Continued from here)

That stupid mis-text was just

stupid. So what if Chuck likes what the man looks like with his shirt off, it doesn't mean he actually wanted to do something about it.
Wanting to rub his face on his abs doesn't count. 

And whatever, Raleigh was totally swanning around him without his shirt on on purpose, you don't bend over that slowly or that--show-offy without intent. And he set out the challenge of an offer to take care of Chuck's ahem reaction so. Chuck is standing in front of his room with his arms crossed, calling his bluff. 
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 Chuck saunters into Pacific Roast with his backpack flung over his shoulder. There are perks to being the son of one of the co-owners of a corner coffee shop/cafe, and free drinks are one of them.

No free fresh pastries, unfortunately, though if it's still there by the second day it's fair game. 

Which is awesome for Chuck's study-induced sweet tooth. 

...and would be less awesome for his waistline if he wasn't as active as he was.

There's someone unfamiliar behind the counter, but that's not too surprising, Herc had said he and Pentecost were looking to hire some new blood since losing all three of the triplets to better jobs (not begrudging, nobody wants to barista forever). Chuck just drops his bag into his favorite armchair, staking his claim at the table before making his way to the counter and nodding at the stranger in greeting.

"Hey, mate, can you get me a flat white? Thanks." And, without waiting for a response, heads back to said staked table to unpack his books.
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Chuck should be pissed at Max for tripping him up and sending him crashing into Raleigh, lips first. Or he should be thanking him, and pissed at himself for, yet again, sabotaging himself and starting another argument. He doesn't wanna get himself in the middle of something he can't get out of--for a structure with so many people, news travels like fucking wildfire and Chuck does not need the news of a rejection spread around, especially not before the drop.

especially from Raleigh Becket. 

Especially not after that fight. 

He's not entirely sure what prompted him to ask Becket over for beers, except that it's maybe an olive branch. And Chuck can't tell if Raleigh hates him or just thinks he's an annoying little shit.

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They've landed in Hong Kong, and Chuck's seen the 'great' Raleigh Becket for the first time in years, and Chuck

Chuck needs a drink.

So yeah, he's grabbing Jax and dragging him out to a bar. The weirdo scientists' predictions for the next event are in enough time for him to get wasted and get over the hangover, so he is taking fucking advantage of that. He needs beer and he needs to rant at someone who isn't all fucking gaga over the has-been, and Jax is perfect for that. Even if he could be his twin.

"He can't be th only surviving mark three pilot," he's muttering into his third pint.
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