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Casey Popovoch 39 years old veterinarian human

[casey-popovich]

ftkiaan:

Kiaan had been sat back in his seat opposite the other, a fond smile on his lips as he listened to him floundering. It really was so cute to see Casey so awkward.

His brow raised and he let out a small laugh. “Listen, I know it’s been a long time since I’ve slept with anyone but yes, I know how it works still. I haven’t forgotten the how to’s of the ‘birds and the bees’ as you put it.”

Kiaan teased him with a smile before smacking his lips. Ah heats. Sure, he’d witnessed them since he’d been in town. His best friend was a were, of course he knew about them. But he had never been with someone to go through them with. But now he was. He had Casey.

He stood up and shifted to sit beside the other, taking hold of his hand. “I know of them, yes, but I don’t know how to help you. Other than the obvious… What can I do?”

“I didn’t mean t’ imply that ya forgot. Just kind weird to, y’know, say hey let’s talk ‘bout heats- specifically my heat.” His nose scrunched and he made a face like he just ate something sour. “Y’know I ain’t got a lotta shame, but that sorta thing’s just..” Again, he scrambled for a word so he could go about this as gingerly as he could. Aka without sounding like a goddamn hedonistic bastard. “Intense.”

The added closeness between them helped calm his prickling nerve by a centimeter. Casey looked down at their joined hands as he thought. “Basic things like.. get me to stay hydrated. One of the biggest things that can make everythin’ go south- it’s a real nightmare. Gonna feel feverish as is, but with the, uh, other stuff goin’ on it’s real easy to lose track. Same thin’ with eatin’ ‘cept I just need nutrition instead of, like, quantity. I’m gonna stock up on the stuff I usually eat, or try to eat, don’t worry.”

“But, uh.. ‘bout the obvious stuff... I know I got a pretty high libido as is n’ it’s just gonna get.. worse. And I’m probably gonna be real whiny and annoying. Even Missy leaves me alone n’ that’s sayin’ somethin’.”

[casey-popovich]

closed | @ftkiaan​

It’s been over five minutes and he’s been floundering like a fish out of sea. If someone told him he was just flapping his gums then they’d be a hundred percent correct.

 “So, I mean.. you’ve heard of the birds n’ the bees, but have ya heard of the.. flies n’ the.. the...” His hands gestured around in the air with more vigor than necessary while he tried to find a word the rhymed. “The squeeze? That.. doesn’t fuckin’ make any sense- but neither does the fuckin’ birds n’ the bees. Who thought that was a good phrase idea, huh?” 

Stalling. He was stalling like his life depended on it. 

A big breath was taken in and blown out as a sigh. “Anyways, what I’m tryin’ to say is the, uh, thing- heat. Y’know ‘bout those?”

[nova-almeida]

Nights out were rare since she had brought Becca into her home. Being a mother, even a foster mother, kept her busy most of the time. But that night Nova had managed to convince her sister to play aunt and keep an eye on her wayward foster child- Becca wasn’t really that bad, truly- so that Nova could actually enjoy herself for once. But enjoying yourself in a small town often meant dealing with small town hijinks- like the fight that had broken out at the local bar. Turning to glance at the fray the woman let out a surprised laugh and then turned back around. “Well,” she mused to the person next to her. “Let’s just hope they break things up before the entire precinct shows up.”

[casey-popovich]

He almost inhaled a portion of his beer when an influx of noise happened. All of the squabbling drew his eyes over to the source. “Couldn’t agree more,” Casey noted after he cleared his throat. A part of him wanted to step in, but the last time he did that he ended up causing even more trouble. Still, he thought about it, and maybe it showed by the way he leaned towards the fights instead of away from it. 

[sebastianstaan]

“I’m an analyst. I don’t interrogate people – I write reports!” – Jack Ryan (1.01)

[casey-popovich]

ftkiaan:

Kiaan rolled his eyes playfully and shrugged. “Hey at least you have the critters to go home to. I work with one living person if there’s no need for me to go to a crime scene. I’m surrounded by dead people and then I go home and it’s… Empty. Not even an animal. Maybe you should lend me one of your gooduns’ so I’m not such a loner.” He teased with a soft laugh. But honestly, Kiaan wasn’t sure he’d handle life any other way. If he’d come to the bar without Casey and socialised, he’d worn out within an hour and running back home.

He thanked the bartender and raised his glass also before taking a sip. His body turning to Casey as he listened to him. “It doesn’t matter how old you are, Case. I didn’t… I didn’t mean that y’know? So what if you’re almost forty and single? Hi, I’m in the same boat. As are many other people around town and outside of town. It happens. It’s not like it means you’re suffering a death sentence of life alone.”

Kiaan cocked his head, brows furrowed in confusion. “Me? I’ve just never found the right person.” He’d never really been in a relationship. He’d had… Flings, not that he’d call them that, but never a lasting relationship. “What do you mean you weren’t kidding?”

Then it hit him.

“So you do wanna bang me?” Kiaan mused with a smug smirk, a laugh escaping him. He couldn’t help himself. He shook his head, smile never leaving his lips. “I don’t have anyone, Casey. Believe me, you’d know if I did. I tell you everything… Except, I suppose, my feelings for you…” He cleared his throat, waving his hand. “Are you asking me to be your friend with benefits or are you asking me to be your boyfriend? Partner? Whatever word you wanna use. Friends with emotional benefits?” Even now he had to joke.

His hand reached out to squeeze Casey’s once more. “You asking to date me? ‘Cause, well… I’ve had feelings for you for a long time. I knew it was more than friends but after everything you’ve been through and how well we worked, I didn’t wanna scare you away…”

“Uh-huh.” That’s it. That’s all he was able to say after talking out of his ass and going on twenty different tangents. Just a single, goddamn ‘uh-huh’. He was almost certain he’d be treating this like a dream if it wasn’t for the touch on his hand. The simple gesture kept him rooted in the present; it grounded him. 

Casey had to run the words in his head a few more times just to be sure he hadn’t heard something completely different. That he wasn’t about to believe in something that would only serve to shoot his hopes down. Yet the look on Kiaan’s face, the way he spoke and the things that he said all added up. It all clicked together in his head, heart and ass- well maybe not the last one. 

It was a slow start, but a grin broke out til his cheeks hurt. Most of the suffocating doubt was swatted away and was replaced with a surge of excitement. Maybe a little bit too much excitement at that. “Yeah, no, that’s what I’m sayin’- like an, like an ol’ all of the above sorta thing.” Casey turned his upper half towards the other, and he even leaned in a bit more without realizing it. 

“I’ve been wantin’ to say somethin’, anythin’ but, like, with the whole chicken shit thing. It’s just- god, I’ve been wantin’ to take ya on dates and not just hang out. Been wantin’ to.. y’know- be kinda, really indecent, but like, yeah, with emotions beyond just that. Actually, I guess it’s just kinda everythin’ we already do but with feelin’s, and.. god do I got a whole lotta them ‘bout you.” 

[casey-popovich]

ftkiaan:

Kiaan’s brows furrowed in worry. It wasn’t often that he got a silent Casey. It felt odd. He was used to the two of them teasing, banter bouncing off each other. They were very rarely serious. Kiaan didn’t like it. He got awkward and made a joke or said something just to end the silence. It was never awkward, he just hated it. He needed something to be going on.

He nervously rubbed at his beard and let out a soft chuckle. “I’m only kidding, dude. I know you don’t wanna bang me. Look if you wanna make a scene and have one too many, I’m not gonna stop ya.” He offered, hoping to make his friend feel better.

His previous relationship. Jeez, Kiaan, why didn’t you think before you opened your mouth? He winced slightly. “Shit, my bad. I-I shouldn’t have asked that.” He mused, voice quiet in shame. What an idiot! Of course Casey would be affected by his ex, who wouldn’t? He reached out to gently squeeze his pal’s hand before raising a brow. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Y’know, if you want a relationship, then it happens when you want it to. If you don’t? Then you don’t need one. I was just… Making conversation.”

But then Casey spoke more and Kiaan was positive his heart broke there and then. Casey liked someone. He knew he shouldn’t let that hurt him but it did. He had always hoped that something would happen between the two of them. He hated to admit it but the thought of seeing Casey happy with someone else was gonna kill him. But he’d deal with it to see his friend smile.

Kiaan cleared his throat. “I know what it’s like to be too terrified to tell someone you like ‘em, Case. But you gotta bite the bullet and tell ‘em or one day you’ll be too late and see them going off with someone else.”

He glanced at their hands when he felt contact, and he felt his innards do a kick flip again. Feeling that was normal- it had been for the better part of.. well, since they met all of those  years ago. Casey just neglected to say anything about it, because being stuck in denial was one of his favorite pastimes apparently. 

“No, I get it- I do, man, I just felt.. I dunno. It’s a valid question to ask. I mean I’m pushin’ 40 in a few months and I don’t have anyone to go home to ‘cept my hoard of critters.” His words came out with a small laugh despite the weight he felt from the underlying truth of it all. 

Their drinks were placed before them and Casey thanked the bartender. He lifted his own in a half assed cheers before he took a long pull from his beer. “You’re right, though, I guess. ‘Bout tellin’ ‘em before it’s too late.” Yet just thinking about that made him feel a little claustrophobic. He had such a great friendship with Kiaan. The guy’s been there through thick and thin. He’d be putting all of that at risk if he said a few choice words. He could take all of that and just shatter it. Then again, he could also be missing out on something even better in the off chance that Kiaan was on the same page as him. 

Nerves pinched at him from inside out. He picked at the label around the bottle and finally looked over at his friend. “I just couldn’t find the courage to kick my ass into motion and ask if ya had a reason for bein’ single too. I mean I’m actually interested in knowin’, but at the same time.. if I’m bein’ Frank here n’ not Casey, I wasn’t really kiddin’ ‘bout all those times I said a bunch’a stuff ‘bout.. y’know.” 

Nice poorly timed joke, and way to make this ten times harder than needed, Casey. 

“Doin’ stuff that friends don’t really.. do together- and not like in a fuck buddy sorta way either, I mean I guess that’s kinda the same thing, but like with emotions- point is.. I’m bitin’ the bullet like ya just said, and I hope to the good lord himself that it ain’t too late or that ya have someone else to go off with ‘cause I’d like to be that person for you,” he blurted out in one breath. 

[casey-popovich]

ftkiaan:

“Okay maybe that wasn’t the best analogy but you know I’m right. You let ‘em get away with murder, Case. You should try to keep ‘em in check. You’ve done well with me so an animal will be easy.” He chuckled, shaking his head.

Kiaan’s eyes widened and he looked at Casey in shock. Sure, they teased one another a lot but nothing quite like this. Was it hot out or was it just him? He could feel his palms sweating and his jeans were certainly a little tighter and a snugger fit than before. Jeez, Kiaan, calm yourself. “Sounds like you wanna bang me, Case is that right?” He asked with a grin before biting his lip.

He smacked his lips dramatically. “Just thinking ‘bout the pie is making me hungry. Might have to order something to satisfy the hunger though it’ll never be as good as the pie. Oh you’re a rubbish liar.” Kiaan teased with a nudge to the other’s shoulder.

His eyes narrowed at Casey’s teasing and words. He swallowed a lump in his throat before following his friend. “You best be on your best behaviour or I’ll leave without you. Grab some pie and escape home for the next week.” He teased and ordered them both drinks. He sat on the stool and looked over to Casey, staring a little longer than considered friendly. “You ever wonder why you’re single?” Wow, Kiaan, not the best way to word that. “I uh, I mean, you’re a great guy, Case. It’s surprising nobody’s snatched you up.”

Alright, he was convinced that he was shoving his own foot into his mouth at this point, but there wasn’t a goddamn pause button in sight. And, dare he even think it, he was almost certain that he wasn’t being pushed away. That in itself required a lot of consideration, and it sounded like a bunch of fake news if he was being honest. Or maybe he was just so used to keeping his innuendos as jests even though he really wished he’d have the chance to do something more than just platonic. 

There sat Casey, a 6′5′’ thing of a man, suddenly gobsmacked and at a loss of words when the spotlight was turned onto him. This was his chance to admit that, yeah, he kind of really wanted to bang Kiaan, and that, sure, he had a reason that he was single, but it felt like his own tongue was set to lodge itself in his goddamn throat. 

He adverted his gaze in favor of the textured counter that was suddenly so interesting. There was a long stretch of silence on his part before he gave a rather weak shrug; both of which were seriously uncharacteristic of him to do. “You saw how my last relationship went,” he said as nonchalantly as he could manage. Which wasn’t convincing in the slightest. “I’d like to think that my big ol’ eyes opened after that, but... I dunno. Thinkin’ ‘bout gettin’ with someone just makes me..” Another shrug; one shouldered this time. “Doesn’t sit right- not ‘cause I haven’t been asked or anythin’. It’s just ‘cause I sorta found someone that I’m interested in, but I’m too chicken shit to do anythin’ ‘bout it.”

[casey-popovich]

ftkiaan:

“Oh please, you are the worst pet owner ever! You’re for sure the type of person who’d see their pet peeing in someone’s handbag and go ‘oopsy sorry, he’s just so cute, I can’t tell him off!’. You need to take the damn thing to training classes or something if you’re that much of a pushover.” He teased with a shake of his head. A raised brow before he chuckled once more. “Yeah you could’ve but it’s fine, I’ll forgive you. You seem very into the idea of taking advantage. Is there something you’re not telling me?” His tone hopeful. Kiaan found himself glancing at his best friend’s lips.

“Of course you do! Cause you know my love for pie so you need to fulfil that love so you found the best place to do such a thing.” He mused with a wiggle of his brows. He loved that Casey was so sweet, it was one of the many reasons he liked him.

“Please don’t make a scene. That’s the last thing I want tonight. Can’t we just have ‘enough’ drinks then go back to mine or something? Why we got have too many and cause chaos?” He mused with a soft sigh, holding the door open for Casey. “We both know I’d much rather just chill together.”

“Am not. I’ll have ya know that there are certain boundaries that I reinforce, alright? Peein’ in someone’s handbag is one’a them.” Not to mention that he hated how plausible that insane idea was, because it certainly didn’t sound that far fetched. 

“It ain’t bein’ taken advantage of if it’s consensual, Kiaan! That’s just bein’ on the same page, ready to get slammin’, down to bone- y’get the gist.” Or maybe he didn’t want to after all of the horrendous sayings he put out there. Casey honestly couldn’t blame him if that was the case. 

“Oh, yeah, for sure, just ‘cause you’re the only one in town that loves a good pie- totally doesn’t have to do with anythin’ ‘bout how I also love ‘em too,” he retorted with a small scoff and a dumb wave to his hand. 

All of the complaining about having a wild  time out caused him to let out a loud groan; like it actually killed a part of him to not cause Kiaan any trouble tonight. Casey leaned over and looped an arm around the other’s shoulders, swaying his weight a bit but not too much to tople over. “I’ll think ‘bout it- unless ya got somethin’ that can- how’d you say it? Sweeten the deal with some form of sugar.” A shit eating grin spread from ear to ear as he shuffled his way in without parting from Kiaan to make it easier to enter the establishment. “I’m just pullin’ your leg- I’ll be on my best behavior tonight just for ya.” 

[casey-popovich]

tfdrew‌:

Oh, how he wished someone had said something like that when he wasn’t so drawn to a certain doctor. “I have always wanted someone to say something along those lines to me. All those sexual meet cutes are my fave and I’m honestly upset I never got to indulge.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Please tell me you indulge in things like this often so I can live through you.”

“What? Ya never got to say some dumb shit like that before?” Casey said, all leaned forward with a gobsmacked expression on his face. “Oh, dude, have ya met me? Cause if ya did then you’d know it’s half of the shit that comes outta my mouth. If there ain’t somethin’ serious happenin’ then I’m probably tryin’ to slip n’ slide like I’m a thing of butter.”

[casey-popovich]

ftkiaan‌:

Kiaan cocked a brow at him. “I really don’t think it has anything to do with that. Maybe she just doesn’t think you’re the alpha. You gotta teach her some things, mate.” He chuckled and huffed. “Oh I see so being a qualified doctor and medical examiner isn’t enough for you? I also have to have my own shrimp restaurant to gain a kiss? Wow you’re hard to please.” He teased with a fond smile. Try not to think of kissing your friend alright, Kiaan?

He turned to look at said friend as Casey continued to talk. “Sorry, are you feeling a little sexually frustrated there, mate? You’re willing to have me take advantage of ya and kiss you. This is a new development. I think we should discuss this further.” It would be a lie if Kiaan said he’d never thought about it. Casey was stunning and Kiaan had been caught up in him for a while. He hated the word crush but yeah, he definitely had one on Casey.

“I don’t really want loads of sugar on top of my drink, think I’ll just have it as it comes. Or you can just get me some form of sugar later. You know my love for apple pies.” He mused before cooing. “Aw I thought you were gonna tell me you were planning your wedding to some pet owner then! Unless the Australian belly rub lover was human! then it’d be one interesting relationship. I have little to say about my day, a lot of dead people!”

“You kiddin’ me? Me bein’ an ‘alpha’ to that small can of whoop ass? Nuh uh, I don’t think so, Kiaan. Y’know I’m the biggest pushover when it comes t’ critters. They just look at me with those wide eyes n’ I’m gone,” Casey crowed and even went as far as he to slap a hand over his chest; like it was all heartfelt. Then he paused and actually reevaluated his words. “Y’know.. I could’ve worded that a whole lot better, but hey I’m still all ears ‘bout all’a this development.” And he was starting to clammy at the idea of anything actually happening. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but holy shit did he want to do something. Even something as small as hold hands for Pete’s sake. 

And speaking of which, he actually felt his pulse rise for a second before it came pummeling down again. Apple pies. Of course- what else would it be? “And ya know that I know the best spot in town for some kickass pies,” he said with an unnecessary amount of pride. 

Casey nudged the other with his elbow for the smart retort. “Alright, ya smart aleck. Just so ya know- that dog was a whole lot cuter than the owner. But hey, you’ll have a lot to talk ‘bout when the nights up ‘cause you’re with me now. And who doesn’t love to have a few drinks with a guy that’ll probably.. have one too many and cause a scene?” 

[casey-popovich]

ftkiaan‌:

Kiaan tried his best to stifle a grin but it was near impossible around the other. He rolled his eyes and let out a soft chortle. “She’s basically a rat on a leash, mate. She’s so far from being a monster.” Kiaan was definitely more of a big dog person. The man yearned to one day own a Samoyed or St Bernard. “Bubba? I didn’t realise I stopped being a medical examiner and started being a shrimp connoisseur and restaurant owner.” He smirked, laughing inside at his Forrest Gump inspired joke. “I mean, I would take you back to mine but I’d hate you to think I was planning to take advantage of you.” He put a hand over his heart before grinning. “C’mon then, but you owe me a drink for actually putting pants on and venturing out of the house.” Kiaan mused as he began to walk to the bar. “How’s your day been?”

“That’s ‘cause she goes easy on ya. If ya were my height and had to deal with all of that energy? Bet you’d be thinkin’ differently.” Or he could be exaggerating, but that was besides the point. “I think I’d have to kiss ya if ya were actually one of those shrimp connoisseurs n’ restaurant owner.” It was a joke for the most part; though he couldn’t exactly con himself out of the occasional thoughts of doing just that. Not that Kiaan knew, or did he?

Casey scrunched his face up as he followed after his friend. “Ain’t takin’ advantage of someone a thing if the person’s unwillin’?” He asked, knowing that it was a rhetorical question, but he pressed on. “So who’s to say that I ain’t willin’? I mean I just said I’d kiss ya for knowin’ a bunch’a stuff ‘bout shrimp.” Again, he was talking out of his ass, but he sort of meant some of it. Alright, he meant a lot of it, but he never’d never admit that before. And he sure as hell wasn’t about to start now because he was too chicken shit when it came to the prospect of being turned down. 

“I’ll get ya two whole drinks with some sugar on top or somethin’. My day was just.. y’know, a day. Nothin’ big happened ‘cept for a cutie I saw at work. There was a real happy Australian Sheppard for a checkup and she loved getting belly rubs.” 

[casey-popovich]

wolfgangfalkowski:

“As glad as I am that my food’s good enough to remind you of home, nostalgia is a known appetite killer and we can’t have that. How does a slice of pie sound? On the house. Y’know, to drown out the flavor of homesickness?” He offered, smiling sympathetically at Casey. Wolfie knew exactly what the man was talking about, sometimes even he got hit with a wave of homesickness after working through a new recipe. He couldn’t change the feeling or make it go away completely, but he made himself personally responsible for his customer’s happiness so a bit of pie couldn’t hurt.

“Not the pie,” Casey practically wailed, but he quickly piped it down from how loud he was. He hadn’t meant to bellow like that, and he glanced around the area to see if anyone was staring. “Sorry, sorry- but, uh, yeah I mean I wouldn’t be much of a Southerner if I didn’t want any. ‘Sides, ya got one of the best pies in town.” 

[casey-popovich]

tfdrew:

Drew simply stares for a few seconds, trying to work out whether the other had actually said that. “Wow, that was… Interesting.” He shook his head and let out a soft laugh. Then the other spoke again and Drew was trying his damn hardest not to picture assless chaps. He shook his head before laughing. “Do you get teased a fair bit for the whole southern thing? For what it’s worth, I’ve always loved a man with an accent.”

“Course I do- ya kiddin’ me? I had this guy ask me how I’m doin’ that with my mouth with a look like I’d just shot ‘em in the gut.” Yet the grin stayed on his face while he spoke. “Then I naturally answered with a- well why don’t ya come over n’ find out? Which isn’t.. my proudest moment- I’ll admit it.” He couldn’t even say the whole thing without laughing. 

[casey-popovich]

tyluna:

“M’used to it by now, and don’t worry about it. Just needed some company for this audition i’m going to, have been out of the game for far too long now. This whole librarian thing is cute, but I need some bit of excitement now again, but keep that chest of yours bouncing like that and you’ll be the one stealing the spot light and not me.”

“Hey, hey- I really am sorry for bein’ a lil’ late- wait a sec. If my huh keeps doin’ what then someone’s gonna steal what now?” Talk about feeling embarrassed. Casey quickly shrugged on the jacket he had in his hands and made sure the front was tugged around his front. “I ain’t stealin’ anythin’. I’d rather burn t’ a crisp before then.” 

[casey-popovich]

ftkiaan:

Kiaan raised his brows, nose crinkling as he did so. “I mean, I think we should definitely stay inside. What with your horrendous injury and your Houdini pet, no?” Maybe that was a little too hopeful but the bar or anywhere like that was definitely not his scene. He was beginning to think the morgue was too much of his scene though. “Kidding. Sorta. I’m honestly open to ideas at this point.”

“What?” Look on his face probably looked stupid, but he couldn’t help but ogle at Kiaan and have his jaw hang a little. “I just fought through the monster herself and now you’re tellin’ me that we should stay inside? Listen, I love spendin’ time with ya, but I ain’t goin’ back in there so it’s either your place or somewhere else, bubba,” he said with a snort. Yet the overly sardonic tone and touch to his features dissolved a second later. “I’m kiddin’- we can do whatever ya want. We can even go up t’ my place, but I can’t promise that it’d be the quietest thing around.” 

[andybernrd-blog]

[casey-popovich]

closed - ezra | @ezralexington

“My knees? Oh, yeah, real funny, right? Probably really suggestive too, huh?” Keifer said with what felt like mock humor since he immediately deadpanned a second later. “I’d probably weep if that was the case- I’m serious. These skinned ol’ knees are from me doin’ slip n’ slides from trying to chase after my dog. She’s so small I fuckin’ hit my shin on the coffee table and had to dive after her before she could fall down the front steps. And no I didn’t have long pants on so I got all scabbed up from the carpet while I was tryin’ to like.. push the goddamn door close with one arm and grab Missy with the other.” The more he talked about the latest incident that his Havanese caused the more animated he got, and God knows how ridiculous he sounded. A 6′5′‘ man like him barreling into a coffee table only to slide across the hallway just to prevent his dog from running outside.