Helloo, I'm Jamie. Fellow blogger. I love the Doors and Alice in Chains. I accept many requests, not into shipping anymore. You can see all the fandoms I do on muh Masterlist, otherwise just ask or keep scrolling :)
Prompt: You grew up with Klaus since mere children. Best friends never turned into siblings, it turned you two into family and into lovers. But what happens when you arrive a millennium later with a missing memory from Klaus’ mind?
A wondering eye so gently pondering the open corridors of your mind, they traced the tender planes of Klaus’ face, and the silk trail of your memory caramelizing his silhouette into stone. “The abruptness of fear could not tear me from my stance, nor could any odious deed that now tugs you in your new way of nature, that allows me to see the beauty inside of you.” Your dulcet tone compelled his eyes to flick beneath his lids, and his lips slanted in a smile arrayed by your words.
“Your infatuation has rendered you a fool. To love the nature of a beast is to love the risk of it being scourged to naught.” He was grinning now as you brushed his arm away to fall from your lap into the bed of grass you sat upon.
“Infatuation would imply a fleeting dalliance, Niklaus” you said as he began to sit up, his lips not yet closing the curtain for his beaming smile. “Is that what you must think of me?”
“I think of you many things, my love,” he said gently, his hand tenderly cupping the plush skin of your face, “though a mere dalliance will never be one of them.”
A thousand years and then some… and how time has treated him… Oh, my intentions are vague… Though I suppose things could not get any more bizarre: you thought quietly to yourself as you stepped through the door, bracing yourself for the sight of your long and so tragically lost family, best friend, and love.
"Oh, hey Owen," you smiled, looking down to your notebook. Owen hitched a pausing sigh, his eyes flicking with quick thought before he grasped your arm and pulled you into the nearest room.
Shutting the door behind him he spoke before your confusion could, "I can't see you anymore, not as my therapist."
Puzzled, you parted your lips in thought. "What, why? Did something happen with Amelia, or di-"
"No, no. Nothing like that. I just-" he sighed, his gaze deepening into your eyes. You gave him a look of inquiry. "I know your favorite childhood memory," he stated.
You shook with a short and confused laugh, "What? What does that have to do with anything?"
"I know your favorite place to go on the weekends. I know your favorite food, your favorite music. Look, (y/n), the point is... I know too much. About you,” he said slowly, taking a tender step closer to you, “about the way your laugh sounds and the meaning behind each of them, about the way your eyes shine when you feel real joy or interest."
Your ears were flood with the low beat of your heart as Owen's image drew further and further toward you. Moments stood still and by the time he began saying his next words his outline breathed close enough to you that you could almost feel his plush lips. "I can't know you as my therapist. I don't want to know you, talk to you... to see you as just that." What was his outline became a careful collision of the two of you. Your hands grasped the side of his face and neck, clinging to the feeling of his skin and lips as he embraced you.
"So," you said, sitting down next to Steve on your couch while holding your warm morning mug, "what do you wanna do for today's fourth of July." Steve draped his arm around you, tilting his head back and withdrawing a heavy breath.
"Honestly," his softened voice spoke, head lifted to look at you, "I just want to sit on this couch for now. With you. No one else." A gentle uplift of your lips turned into a tender smile.
"You sure about that, Soldier? It’s the big one double-zero."
Steve’s smile nearly turning into a grin, he replied, "Affirmative. My position here is vital."
"Damn right it is," you chuckled, leaning in to meet your lips to the soft curve of his.
"Really, Dean? Ghost?" Sam said as the credits began to roll.
"What? It's a classic, and it's my pick so sit down and pass me the licorice." Sam scoffed and looked around the room for any eyes that would possibly be in agreement with Sam's. You shrugged.
"Sorry, Sam, Swayze always get's a pass remember?" You smiled, popping your favorite movie food into your mouth.
"See, Sammy? She get's it."
“(y/n) is a friend greatly close to me, Crowley,” Cas suddenly stated. Crowley clicked his tongue as his eyes scanned the magazines on the shelf.
“I wonder if they have Cosmos.”
“I do hope that your intentions don’t go beyond the realm of-”
“And I do hope your intentions with this probing little conversation don’t go beyond the realm of two amicable adversaries teaming up for a common cause,” Crowley lightly snapped. He took a small step closer to Cas, saying in a whispering tenor, “Now how about we ditch the Cosmos talk and take care of what we came here for. Hmm?” His eyes averted smoothly from Cas’ and focused ahead of him as he walked away from the thinking Angel.
“Well, y-” Cas simply sighed and followed behind, expecting to resume the confrontation later.
“Come on!” a laughed escaped you as you tugged on Alex’s resisting sleeve.
“(y/n), I already told you! I’m not into the whole family gathering with small talk and patriotic appreciation crap that’s just an excuse to drink and eat poorly charred meat.” You rolled your eyes and tugged him forward until you finally came to a stop.
“Okay. You can open your eyes now,” you softly chuckled. Alex’s eyes shot open, expecting to be revealed to a crowed of people he wanted to escape. Although his eyes washed over a mound of trees and hills quarried below the train tracks that rested at the tip of his shoes. And to your side laid in the middle of the tracks were two chairs, a case of beer and some simple sandwiches. He looked at you gently and curiously. “The gathering and the meat are over there,” you said, turning around to point at the high hill that the party and the people celebrated behind; the smolder trailing above the grassy mound proved it. “And we are over here. The quietest place I know of, only with the best company,” you smiled.
Alex licked his lips in a subtle awe as his eyes rolled in the sweet and wonderfully isolated image that was the vista of nature, with only the two of you to witness. “Wow, this is... a-amazing,” the last word hitched into a chortle. “You’re amazing,” he stated firmly, glancing to you.
You grunted, languidly laying your worn body onto the extended chair. Alex glanced over at you while you were pooling in drowsiness. “What, a fourty-eight hour shift got you down?”
Chuckling, you said, “With your rays of sunshine right next to me? Pfft, never.”
“Seriously, (y/n), you should go home, rest up. Pretty sure the hospital will stay standing while you’re gone.”
“No time. I have a patient in critical condition whose family is counting on me. This is my bed now,” you grumbled.
“Tell you what,” he let out a small breath, “you rest up, I’ll check on your patient, grab you a damn blanket and pillow, and I’ll wake you up when it’s morning. If you’re not up doing jumping jacks by then.” You internally smiled.
“Shawn, you get all squishy for (y/n) every time she walks into the room. Just go ask her out!”
“Squishy? Cory, you really have to find a bigger vocabulary,” Shawn chuckled.
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“You talk about him all of the time, (y/n); there’s no denying your feelings for him!”
“Topanga, it’s complicated,” you sighed, walking faster to your class.
“Uhm, you like him, he likes you- converge!”
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“La la la la la! I can’t hear you!” Shawn sung as Cory briskly followed alongside him.
“Oh, yes you can!”
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“Topanga,” you laughed. “I’m not doing it!”
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“Cory! Knock it o- oof!” Shawn’s sentence was cut short once he collided into someone else. Shaking his head back to realization, he looked up and saw you were the one he bumped into. “Uhh...”
You froze as your gaze wandered deep into Shawn’s hesitant eyes. Cory and Topanga lifted their stare to each other, smiled with glee and then left you two alone.
Oh my goddddd, I just found and read your Howard Stark series and much to my dismay found that it was written in 2015... any chance of more to come? YOU CAN'T LEAVE IT ON A CLIFFHANGER LIKE THAT, I need to know what happened! Great little piece of work, really got me hooked, it'd be amazing if you could at least give us an idea of how you feel the story ended
Oof, ikr it’s been awhile since I’ve picked that up again. I honestly don’t exactly remember how it “ended”, I suppose where i was going with it was in a direction of “your love is forbidden because of the lame concept of time but nonetheless it exists and its super complicated.” I might pick it up and revise or something, but it’s been so long hahah. Until that day comes imagination is always there to bolster an idea for what happens next. <3 Xoxo
Light (not all the time though) nibbles on your ear lobe and following down to your neck and chest
He loves it when your hands firmly grasp his back, feeling the traces of your fingernails across his skin
Pressing up behind you at random times and driving you crazy with light touches and kisses until you both just dissolve into the moment
When feeling especially frisky and sensual he likes to gently and slowly peel away your underwear from your body with his teeth, looking up at you often because he likes to see the rapture in your face as he teases you a little
LoVEs the sound of your moans closely vibrating onto his chest and into his ear drums when he’s on top of you and your bodies are extremely close in the passionate act
Another thing he doesn't really talk about is when you start to massage his shoulders or neck, it drives him wild by the end of it and just wants to pull you closer to him. Though it was easy to catch on, seeing as how every massage you started ended with the same thing(s)
Drawing in a slow pensive breath, Gabriel never thought he would taste air as bitter as the aroma that lingered with your harsh absence. At least when he was caged away he had the living thought and image of you to run away to every now and then, to escape the cruel reality and wander lightly into the reality that was you; but even the solace he clung to for so long was lost and inhumed by the cold corners of the occult.
“Gabe, we really-”
“It’s all right, Dean. Even the best of us have to... sit out from this musical chairs chaos.”
Yes! I am slowly getting back into the requests. I’ve been camping and I have a concert tomorrow so I’m kinda busy for a couple days, and with that being said I haven't really had time to rewatch anything besides a couple of shows, but I will definitely get to them when I feel confident in writing for whichever fandom.
Prompt: Prepared to go to military school your best friend Carl and you begin to show your truer feelings about each other.
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I feel you behind me ringing bowls right next to my ears
Tone was so clear so that we all could hear when the water washed around us
Salty; Holding us dear
“Military school?” you said. He nodded. You chuckled, “After not seeing you for a year while you’re in Juvey, going through your cornrow and gangster phase where you’re out in some obscure place half the damn time, now you just wanna up and leave?”
“I think it’ll be good for me, (Y/n); after Nick and all the shit we’ve gone through... you know, maybe I can wipe the slate clean with this.” You exhaled slowly, your hair brushing your cheek as you let your eyes drift to the floor in a quiet thought. “Hey, it won’t be that long,” he told you, reposing his hand on your arm in an attempt of reassurance. “We’ll definitely see each other before you hit thirty.”
“Oh hahah, very funny,” you chuckled. “You better spend some fuckin’ time with me then if you don’t plan on coming home for the next few dozen holiday’s.” His smile simmered into poignant gaze as you let out a heavy sigh and slanted your head to the side as to hinder your suddenly leaden expression from him.
I’m swimmin’ with all my slippery beginnings
Weeks passed and the time you spent together was bounteous and thickened richly the more you both remained together, but although your time together deepened in ludic elation, in those passing moments there was always a vague ticking garrisoned in your mind, simply awaiting for the orders to burst-- burst! and billow the alarm that’ll shoot shards of repent into the beating combatant’s drum that is your heart.
You knew Carl, you were always there for him through everything: him blabbering to you about his first girlfriend, the both of you freaking out when Frank tricked him into thinking he had cancer, the drugs and Juvey, the constant family dysfunction, and now this. Only you won’t be going through this with him; if he leaves, you’ll both be away and on your own.
“Hey, pass that,” you softly spoke. He took a drag and slipped the joint between your fingers as you languidly lied next to him.
You withdrew a plume of smoke and a smiled tugged at your lips as you recalled a memory. “Remember when we were kids and Lily Aprasem was tuggin’ on your hair and kept spitting on you from the gaps in her braces and so I dragged her by the braids into the cubbyhole’s we had and she never messed with you again?”
“You mean the only time in history that you had to protect me in school? Yeah, that was a minor era.” You nudged him and laughed. He nudged you back, smiling.
“I guess I’ll just have to figure out how to shield my poor frail self from the cruel world without my Carl in shining armor,” you chuckled, putting out the roach.
“Will you?”
“I’ll have to,” you said, “but how are you ever going to survive without me? I'm half the fun in this friendship.”
“I’ll save the other half for when I get back and see you.”
“You better,” you told him, eyes flicking to his pale irises. Your breathing slowed as your eyes caught his, and your lids twitched in an encumbered thought. “Don’t change too much, okay?” His gaze shifted in a soft reflection. “I just want you to do what’s good for you, is all. And if this is it, then... I’ll let you go, I just... Carl, I...” the beat of your heart rose to your ears, inundating the filter that cleaved the conduit of emotion to your mind.
White linen, sheet twisting
Limbs clenched so hard, mouth so resistant
Your hands fiddled with the cream ripples of the bed’s sheet, feeling a vestige of indecisiveness dull your jaw’s ability to make out the words. Your eyes looked to his in a silent entreat, an answer for something-- anything. You breathed deeply at the sight of him, brown hair curled in a beautiful mess, eyes wide and swimming with a silent inquiry and lustrous thought. Your fingers slightly walked forward in a covet to grasp his hand. Carl bit his lip and glanced at you, then he gently lifted your chin and embraced his lips with your own.
He paused, slowly pulling away to lock eyes with you. “I...” you whispered. You let your words melt from your internal testimony as you wafted your fingers through his hair and pulled him into your fervent embrace.
Did you ever say it? Oh no
Did you ever say it? No
Never before have words failed you so. As you both sailed lightly and amorously through that night, the vague ticking that had always shown its face in all moments of your brightest days and clearest nights was no longer probing your brain with the silhouette of an awaiting dread. It was just him.
You’ve always had him: as a best friend, partner; as the one who you could always count on, the one you could always laugh with: as family. But you’ve never had him like this. In every sense and emotion; in a state so bare, heated and loving that all time was swept into a diaphanous window- totally forgotten and unseen amidst the full and vulnerable disclosure that you two finally allowed of each other. This was today, so beautiful and abrupt, you both wreathing in each other body’s and spirit, sharing one another. Though sharing each other comes with understanding the needs and wants of one another. Did he really just need you, only wanting and attempting to find something else in going away? Or was it the other way around? These questions fade tonight, only to be left for love’s aching eyes of tomorrow.
All I want from you’s a letter and to be your distant love
That is all that I can offer at this time
All I want from you’s a letter and to be your distant lover
