Blaize Williams

24 years old. Mechanic at Frank's Garage. DISCLAIMER: I am NOT Colton Haynes, nor am I in any way affiliated with him. This is a closed RP blog. NSFW.

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[whihakayda]

[lillcarson]

Latch | Blaize & Lill (closed)

It had been a little over a month since the Halloween Fest. A little over a month since Blaize had so miraculously come back into Lill’s life and a little over a month since he had turned her life upside down. Sure, the pain of losing Aunt Marge was still there… nothing could ever really get rid of that pain, but with Blaize back in her life the sting wasn’t quite so crippling. In fact, with Blaize back, life itself wasn’t so crippling anymore. When she woke up in the morning, usually with Blaize laying beside her, she actually had to convince herself that she wouldn’t simply float up off of the bed, she felt that light. 

This morning was no exception. As light flitted into Blaize’s room, slowly creeping its way towards the sleeping bodies laying on Blaize’s large bed, Lill stirred. Stretching out, her fingertips brushed the window at the head of the bed and she smiled. Lill loved how quaint Blaize’s bedroom was. Not only did it make it impossible for her to roll off the bed, which was a likely occurrence considering how much she rolled around in her sleep, but it also meant she got to be as close as possible to the man that she loved and that was definitely a bonus. 

Rolling onto her side, she turned to face that very man, the man that she loved. A smile immediately lit up her face as she watched him sleep. To think a little over a month ago, she had been angry at him for leaving her and even angry at him for coming back to her unannounced. She’d yelled at him and hit him and he’d simply stood there and take it, apologizing over and over again until Lill collapsed into his arms, crying from the roller coaster of emotions. It was laughable now that she thought about it, the way she’d reacted to him. Further evidence of the fact of how messed up life had made her. Since then, she’d had nothing but gratitude for the fact that Blaize was back in her life. Complete and utter gratitude. 

And lots and lots of love. 

Snuggling in closer to his warmth, she burrowed into the curve of his body. She placed a kiss to his neck, “Wake up.” she whispered, looking over at him adoringly. She kissed his cheek and then his nose, impatiently encouraging him to wake up with each kiss. “Wake uuuuup.” she murmured. 

[blaize-williams]

Blaize had spent the last two months wondering how he'd gotten so lucky. Lill didn't have to forgive him. He hadn't had to forgive her when she returned to town, but he had. He knew that even if it had taken time, that she would eventually do the same, too. He hadn't had to wait long, though. For that, he was eternally grateful. Because he didn't know if he could have survived very long without her.

His point was proven when he felt lips against his neck, and then woke to the sound of her voice. He let out one of those sleepy groans as he rolled over and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. He buried his face into her hair at the curve of her neck and took in a deep breath, "I'll wake up if you promise that we don't have to leave the bed."

His hands moved over her back, tracing every curve of her body that he knew so well, "I'm so glad to be home." He'd said it every morning that they'd woken up like this. A smile spread across his face as he placed a kiss to her shoulder and then down her arm before dropping his head back on the pillow in front of her. He brushed his nose past hers as he continued grinning. "I love you Lilliana Carson." He'd never get enough of saying that. Ever.

[needing-a-change-of-air]

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[blaize-williams]

Baby, I will be loving you till we're seventy. Baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23. And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways. Maybe just the touch of a hand. Well, me—I fall in love with you every single day, and I just wanna tell you I am.

So honey now, take me into your loving arms. Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars, place your head on my beating heart. I'm thinking out loud, that maybe we found love right where we are.

[dvzhanae]

Look how beautiful he is

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[blaize-williams]

Blaize Williams as the Arsenal

[lillcarson]

When Shit Hit the Fan | Lill, Blaize, Dean & Cam (Closed)

[lillcarson]

She was waiting at the door when Blaize pulled into her drive way. A smile immediately lit up her face and she closed the door, practically floating on a cloud as she made her way to his truck, easily falling into ‘her’ place beside him. Her heart fluttered, the way it always did whenever she saw him for the first time after being apart for any sort of time. Honestly, she didn’t know how he could have this effect on her. They had known each other, been close friends, for years. How was it possible that he made her feel like a school girl with a crush whenever he looked at her like that?! It didn’t make sense. But Lill wasn’t about to question it. After her initial trepidations about being in such a committed relationship with anyone, let alone someone as important to her as him, it seemed like she there all inhibitions to the side. She was in love with Blaize Williams and she didn’t care who knew that, even herself. 

She kissed him back, happily. “Yep,” she replied when he pulled away, leaning back just a little bit, but keeping the distance between them minimal as she buckled her seat belt. “Today’s going to be a good day.” she said assuredly. “Cam said Aunt Marge has taken a serious turn for the better, yesterday. We might even expect to be able to take her home sometime next week!” she added excitedly, showing more excitement and optimism than she had in a while. Befriending Dr. Holland had been good for Lill. 

[blaize-williams]

Blaize glanced over at her as he drove. "Lill, that's great!" he said, reaching over with one hand to take hold of hers and give it a squeeze. "We'll get her home, get her back to good health, and everything will go back to normal," he told her with a nod. And he fully believed that. He believed that if Marge was alright, then Lill could relax. And if Lill could relax, so could he.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the hospital, and as he pulled up to the front door he stopped to let her out. "You wanna head on in and I'll park the car and meet up with you?" he asked her with a raised brow. No point in both of them having to do all that walking anyway, "And don't worry, I'll protect the picnic basket with my life."

[oohbucky]

[lillcarson]

When Shit Hit the Fan | Lill, Blaize, Dean & Cam (Closed)

Lill was finally starting to have a brighter outlook about life. Cam had told her that Aunt Marge was pretty close to being released and the initial anxiety and butterflies from having told Blaize that she loved him were calming down. She was falling into a pattern, she was beginning think things were turning around for her, and she liked it. 

The weather was just another plus. Summer was beginning to come to an end, and fall was approaching. Fall was always Lill’s favorite season. With scarves and carmel apple ciders and the beautiful changing of the leaves and everything that came with it. Today was a particularly beautiful, almost fall day, and as Lill didn’t have to work, she had asked Blaize if he could take her to go visit Aunt Marge. They could stop in for a bit, check in on the elderly Carson lady, and then, surprising even herself, Lill had packed for them a small, picnic lunch. Getting dressed in her favorite pair of worn-in jeans, a light, long sleeved shirt, and of course her favorite scarf, Lill waited for Blaize to arrive, every once in a while checking and rechecking what all she had packed in her basket, worried that she’d forgotten something. 

[blaize-williams]

Blaize was pretty excited for the day ahead of him. No, he wasn't too excited about spending time in the hospital. It had never been a place he liked to be, especially because he knew how guilty Lill felt about all of this. And seeing her unhappy was like a strike to the gut for Blaize. Especially because there was nothing he could to to help her but be there. And while he knew he was helping in that way, it still didn't feel like enough.

Blaize's truck pulled slowly into Lill's driveway and he smiled to her. He leaned across the cabin and pressed the passenger side door open for her as she came up to it. He took the basket and placed it between them as she climbed into the passenger seat. "Hey, gorgeous," he said, leaning over and pressing his lips to hers, "Ready?" And when she gave her consent, he leaned back and pulled out of the driveway, headed towards the hospital.

[blaize-williams]

No Dressing Up This Time || MJ & Blaize (closed)

[mj-monroe]

M.J. noticed Blaize’s thumbs softly drumming to a beat against the steering wheel; she knew what he was doing and she appreciated it more than he would ever know. Country music was irresponsible. You couldn’t jazz square to country music. Where was the fun in that? M.J. disliked country music so much, in fact, that on the running list of reasons she wanted to leave Oxford, country music had landed in the top ten. It was, of course, a work in progress, though, so she could still come upon something that bothers her more… That was her optimism talking; maybe I’ll find something I hate more than country music! Where there’s a will there’s a way! 

M.J. was so caught up in her own musings that she had accidentally tuned Blaize out. Aside from not being so bitter about the move south, M.J. also apparently needed to work on focusing other people besides herself. It was just so hard though… she loved herself so much. M.J. was her own favorite person. She had, at least, caught his last question though, and even if she hadn’t, M.J. could have guessed what he’d said. It seemed like most conversations these days with old friends ended with “when are you going back?" The same uncomfortable flipping of her stomach occurred within herself every time. 

M.J. hadn’t lived in new York as M.J. Monroe in eight years… almost immediately after moving there she became M.J. Westwood and pretty soon Donovan had begun introducing herself to his chums as Margaret. “It was more New York’s style,” he’d said. A little part of M.J. saw moving back to New York like she viewed moving there for the first time; even though she’d been cast in shows and performed at the Tony’s, she felt like half the person she’d been before… divorced. And it wasn’t that she felt lesser without a husband, just that she’d been one half of a whole for such a long time that she only remembered single-New-Yorker-life as being wide eyed and eighteen years old. 

M.J. unbuckled herself and turned her face to look at Blaize straight in the eye. “When things get back to normal,” she said with a peppy and assured smile. M.J. was having to redefine what normal meant to her though… getting back there might take longer than she wanted, and longer than Blaize would think. 

[blaize-williams]

"I mean, hey," he chuckled, "I'll take it!" He winked to her as he pushed the door to his side open and hopped out of the truck. He pushed the door closed and walked around, pulling her door open for her. "I'm just glad you're here," he told her as he offered her his arm. When she'd looped her arm through his, he rested his hand atop hers, "Because, I was starting to feel a little bad for the price of you flying me up there all the time."

He smiled a bit as they walked into the restaurant and were taken to a booth. He slid into the booth across from her and flipped the menu open, though he already had an idea of what he wanted. "But we did have a lot of fun up there, didn't we?" he asked with a light laugh, "Well, besides the photographs naming me your gay best friend." He didn't know if he'd ever get over it.

"So," he said, leaning back in his booth, "What kind of alcohol are we getting?" Blaize knew it was probably a little early for alcohol, but hey... Who was around that could tell them no or judge them that they'd actually care about? No one, that's who.

[blaize-williams]

No Dressing Up This Time || MJ & Blaize (closed)

[mj-monroe]

M.J. was always on time… to school, to work, to call time. All her life she had been crazily monitoring her clock in preparation for her next ~big thing. Since moving back to Oxford, however, the slow moving pace of the town had gotten into her head and infected the part of her the screamed “New Yorker! New Yorker!” Every day M.J. worked progressively slower and slower until she was just meandering throughout the day, planning one meal at a time. She disgusted herself. Where was the hustle? The bustle? …back in New York apparently with her heart and soul.

M.J. had spent a good 30 minutes trying on random outfits for her night out with Blaize 1). because she wanted to look good for him 2). because she wanted to look good period. She had decided upon a short maroon leather skirt matched with a black top embellished by golden vines running throughout. Donovan brought it home one night… she didn’t remember why… she didn’t care… she just knew she owned it now like she owned half of every high end department store. 

M.J. bounced along like the queen of the damned south she was in toe with Blaizeyboo. She kissed him back on the on the cheek when she opened the door and rubbed his stomach lovingly. “I’m only half glad,” she responded. “I’d much rather you come up with me, so I don’t have to be here.” M.J. sighed as she stepped into the passenger seat of Blaize’s truck. The mere fact that she was inside of a pick up truck told the story of her demise as Mrs. Upper East Side. 

She rubbed his fingers in her hand, and smiled at him for a long while. She really had missed Blaize and having him this much closer was a saving grace of her return to Mississippi. She nodded in reply. “It’s not horrible.” There was a sweetness to her voice.

[blaize-williams]

Blaize chuckled a bit. "Well, I wasn't expecting you to be enthused about it, that's for sure," he told her, still holding onto her hand as he pulled his truck out of the Monroe driveway. "I mean, I know I'm pretty much the only reason you're happy to be here," he said, that playful grin of his on his lips. His thumb ran over her hand as they drove. It was good to have the comfort of MJ. When she'd moved to New York, he'd been a little upset. It wasn't an angry type of upset, more sad than anything else. But she'd kept in touch, and had even flown him up there a few times to see her. How could he complain? It hadn't been the same as having one of his best friends here in town, but they were still just as close now as they were then.

The thumb of his hand that was on the steering wheel drummed along with the country music playing through the speakers of his truck; he'd turned it down really low since he knew she wasn't too huge a fan of anything southern. But his sensitive wolf ears could still hear it perfectly well. "You plan on heading back to New York once things calm down here?" he asked her with one brow raised. He felt he knew the answer to that already. Of course she would. She didn't belong here.

"I mean, either way, we'll be alright, I just was wondering," he said as they finally pulled up and parked in front of the restaurant.

[blaize-williams]

No Dressing Up This Time || MJ & Blaize (closed)

"I am literally at your door," Blaize said into his phone as he stared at the Monroe's door. "Yes, I know," he said leaning against the wall beside the door, "Call time was ten minutes ago, Blaize. This would never fly in New York." HIs mimicking of her voice wasn't perfect, but he felt the words were pretty dead on. "Can you just get your cute butt out here and lets go get some lunch? I'm a werewolf, remember? I'm hungry."

He hung up the phone before she had time to respond to him. And he sat there for a long time until the door finally opened and MJ appeared through the door. "Well, hello there beautiful," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pressing their customary kiss to her lips. They'd always had this strangely comfortable friendship. To anyone looking at them, it might have seemed strange. But she'd been part of his life for so long. It was like she was a part of him.

They did a lot of things that people would consider sexual - kissing each other in greeting, cuddling in bed to go to sleep - but they weren't that way with each other. They were just that kind of friend. "You know," he said as they trotted down the stairs, "As much fun as we always had in New York, and how much I'm sure you miss it, I'm kind of glad we aren't there." He walked over and opened the door of his truck for her, and once she was inside, he walked around and climbed into the driver's seat. "Because, you don't have any reason to make me dress up anymore. And, I won't be photographed and titled as Maggie Monroe's gay best friend." He looked over at her with a playful grin, "That stuff really hurt my game, you know."

He reached over and gripped her hand tightly, "I'm glad you got home safe, MJ. Even if you hate being here, I'm glad you're here."

[killlianemma]

[blaize-williams]

“blaizinfire we’re a little more than friends tho @mmonroe”

[blaize-williams]

in a blaize of fire - a Blaize Williams moodboard

[lillcarson]

Need You Now | Blaize & Lill (closed)

[lillcarson]

"Well, when you put it that way…” She almost laughed at his reference to her lie earlier. Blaize was right. As always. If nothing at all, the mess at home had to be taken care of. So she could go back, clean up, get some clothes and freshen up. And come back to the hospital in the morning. Hopefully, before Aunt Marge woke up. 

She rose to her feet, slowly, looking like an athlete that had had an extremely intense workout and whose body ached with sore muscles. “Okay.” she agreed. “Let’s go home.” The fact that Lill was agreeing so easily was a testament of how shaken up she was. Normally, she would have argued with him until they were both blue in the face and weren’t talking anymore. But at the moment, she didn’t have enough fight in her to argue anymore. 

[blaize-williams]

Blaize had to hold back his remark about how easily she'd agreed. This wasn't the time for his usual snark with her. He stood and took hold of her hand, lacing her fingers with his. "Okay," he smiled warmly as they started towards the parking lot, "But, when we get there, you're going to let me do the cleaning. And you're going to take a shower and get some rest, okay?"

If she was gonna be an unusually agreeable version of herself, he was going to take advantage of it. Besides, he knew it would take her twice the time and double the pain to do it herself.

Once they reached the car, he unlocked it and practically put her in the passenger seat before going around and getting in the drivers seat. And once they were on the road headed back to Marge's he reached over and took hold of her hand, "You know I'll be there for you no matter what, right? And that I'll protect you."

[designyourlifestyle]

[lillcarson]

Need You Now | Blaize & Lill (closed)

[lillcarson]

She fell into the silence with him easily. That was one of the best things about their friendship. They’d known each other for so long, been best friends for so long that they were absolutely comfortable with each other. They could sit in silence like this and neither of them felt awkward or the need to fill the silence. They could simply be together. 

Lill’s thoughts had drifted off as she contemplated what Marge had gone through, what had happened, and her role in it all, but she was snapped back to consciousness when he spoke. “I don’t know if I can leave her.” she admitted, quietly voicing what had been bugging her ever since they’d arrived at the hospital. Lill couldn’t stand the thought of leaving Marge and something else happened to the poor woman. And truth be told, she hadn’t even considered the mess she still had to deal with at home. She wasn’t looking forward to that at all. 

[blaize-williams]

"Lill, you'll have to go home at some point," he told her, "You need to shower, and change clothes and give yourself some space to think." He pressed his lips to her temple, "I don't want you to be alone. I know that you don't want her to be alone either, but you can't just keep yourself here. Because I know you, and I know you're going to sit here and beat yourself up for what you feel you could have and should have done."

He combed his fingers through her hair, "I'd rather you know that you can count my place as your home whenever you need it." He smiled a bit, "After all, we are engaged, aren't we?"