May 2012
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jameson-monroe:
Well, if I could smile, I’d walk around all the time with pudding face. Just for you. Do you find this distracting?
Well, I appreciate it, love. I’m glad you’d be willing to oblige my wishes and let me see your smile. I -
You are without a doubt the most absurd and ridiculous man I’ve ever met, you know that. You take the cake. You’re lucky...
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jameson-monroe:
I know exactly how you’re feeling, Jesse. I think my face tries to smile… does that make sense? I just look like… nothing. It’s always good to hear that.
I know exactly what you mean. It absolutely makes sense. That’s probably what I hate most about this godforsaken place, y’know? Not that I can’t smile, but that I can’t see yours. I miss that the...
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Packing my things up.
flynnkennedy:
Well that’s the last time I offer you my opinion….jesus mate, you should probably trying pulling that stick out of your ass.
Here’s my opinion - don’t offer advice to someone who enjoys the idea of causing you bodily harm, yeah? Just a thought.
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jameson-monroe:
Well, I love you.
Every single day I see you, you make me wish I could smile. Until I found you again, I didn’t realize how much I missed it.
I love you too, darling.
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Packing my things up.
jameson-monroe:
Do you need some help?
You should know by now that I’d never turn down your company, love.
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Packing my things up.
flynnkennedy:
Why don’t you just hire someone to do it?
Because I’d rather not have somebody digging through all my personal items deciding what’s worthwhile to pack. But thank you, as always, for your contribution, Flynn.
Packing my things up.
ziavaughn:
Where ya goin’?
Not too far, honestly. Everywhere’s the same in this dreary little place, no matter where you go. I’m just relocating, moving in with a very near and dear friend of mine.
I’m not sure we’ve met yet, have we? I’m Jesse.
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Packing my things up.
It’s more of a pain in the ass than I remember.
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March 2012
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this is mostly to Jameson - my Internet exploded and my entire computer froze. currently trying to fix it but I dunno how well it will work ): i’m on my phone right now.
I just bloody give up. I'm done.
jameson-monroe:
You’re not being very fair to yourself and I’m not going to sit around and watch you do that to yourself. I love you. Okay? You’re going to do what I say, for once.
I - okay. Alright. I love you too, you know that? You’re too good for me. You’re perfect.
So, I’m moving in with you then. I guess it’s settled. It’ll be like old times, yeah?
I just bloody give up. I'm done.
jameson-monroe:
Stop. Stop it. Please. It’s hard enough down here, love, without you having to beat yourself up. You’re better than that job, that’s why you couldn’t keep it. Besides, your boss had it in for you. Okay? I’m not asking you. You’re going to do it.
I’m not beating myself up, Jamie, I’m facing reality. And the reality is that I can’t even support myself here, and...
I just bloody give up. I'm done.
jameson-monroe:
Jesse… that’s no excuse. You can’t do this to me! I was so worried about you… and not even a fucking phone call? I mean… really? Come stay with me, Jess. Really. You don’t need this stress and neither do I.
Look, I know it’s not an excuse, alright? I shouldn’t have left, I - I should’ve let you know or something, but I already felt like shit because I...
I just bloody give up. I'm done.
jameson-monroe:
What’s a matter with you? And, more importantly, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!
I - look, I didn’t want to up and leave without a word, alright? I’m sorry. I just didn’t know… I didn’t know what to do. I lost my job, yeah? I got fired. That’s why I was gone.
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I just bloody give up. I'm done.
The silence around here's a bit unsettling.
Finally got off work for the night.
jameson-monroe:
No, no, you’re perfect. Not me, but thank you, love, I do try. And… be careful, I might not ever let you leave. You’ll be a prisoner, is that alright?
A prisoner, hm? Is that a promise?
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Finally got off work for the night.
jameson-monroe:
Aw, your face is just too precious. Yes! I will make us waffles. And I’ll make yours extra special. I wrangled up some fruit, do you want some fruit on top? Cuddles and waffles are perfect, with you.
You know what’s perfect? You’re perfect. So bloody perfect. I can’t wait to get there and just snuggle into the couch with you, wrap my arms around you and...
Finally got off work for the night.
jameson-monroe:
Yeah. I’ll be waiting for you. And maybe I’ll ditch the idea of canned cheese and make us waffles instead?
Really? You’d make us waffles? I used to love your waffles. They were brilliant. I remember, Saturday mornings I’d used to get up and I could already smell them in the kitchen by the time I got out of bed. Waffles and cuddles, sounds perfect.
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Finally got off work for the night.
jameson-monroe:
Aw, darling. You’re so tired… it’s all that cleaning you have to do. How about you do come over here and fall asleep. I’ll stroke your hair. I like doing that. I might eat easy cheese too…
Mm, tell me why that sounds absolutely wonderful right about now. So relaxing. I’ll be over soon, yeah? But then you’ll taste like easy cheese when I kiss you, love, and I prefer...
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Finally got off work for the night.
jameson-monroe:
You had me worried for a second… Don’t scare me like that. I got you back finally, I don’t want any negative thoughts. I’m looking forward to it. Are you tired yet?
I’m sorry, darling, didn’t mean to scare you. I was only kidding. To answer your question, though, you have no idea. I’ve been tired since I got home from work. I could just curl up next to you...
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Finally got off work for the night.
jameson-monroe:
I don’t know… would you be able to turn me down? I should only hope not, love. And I would love to cuddle you, love. Kisses too?
Kisses too, love? I don’t know, you’re asking quite a lot now… I might have to think about that one.
Kidding, darling. Of course there will be kisses. Plenty of them, I promise.
Finally got off work for the night.
jameson-monroe:
It’s like you’re saying everything I want to say… you always beat me to the punch. You’re better with words anyway, and everything that comes out of your mouth is like velvet. I could listen to you all day, every day. Want to have a sleep over?
C’mon, darling, do you really think I’d ever be able to turn that offer down? Only if you let me cuddle with you.
Finally got off work for the night.
jameson-monroe:
I miss it too. I miss you. I don’t know how I’ve slept at all without you, if I’m completely honest.
I know exactly what you mean. I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in ages, darling. I miss you too, more than you could possibly imagine. I miss being able to bury my face in the pillows and just breathe you in; I miss being able to wrap my arms around you and...
Finally got off work for the night.
jameson-monroe:
Well… I don’t… I don’t know. Um… I was going to say… I’d feel safer, but it’s stupid because why shouldn’t I feel safe anyway?
No, it’s not stupid at all. I know exactly what you mean, love. There’s just something… comforting about the feeling of your warm body next to mine while we’re sleeping. There’s really no way to describe it, I just feel...
Finally got off work for the night.
jameson-monroe:
That wouldn’t be imposing, not at all. Because I miss you, I really do… it’d be nice to have a warm body that close. I would feel, I dunno… never mind. It’s stupid. Really? Thanks, love. I’m glad the feeling is mutual.
You’re kidding me, right, love? You’re absurd if you think I’ll imagine anything you say is stupid. I miss you too, though, so much. What...
Finally got off work for the night.
jameson-monroe:
I love you and your British talk… and I would hate, hate to be the reason you lose your job. I’ll stay away. I don’t even like Kamikaze Pizza. But… if you ever need it, you can come stay with me, you know? Like… uh, old times. Really? Well… you give me a reason to think I will be able to smile again.
Oh, no, I wouldn’t ever want to impose upon you like that, love....
Finally got off work for the night.
jameson-monroe:
Well… I don’t want you getting yelled at or anything. It’s not fair. But, I guess if you want me to leave it alone, I will. I wouldn’t wanna cause any extra problems for you. By the way, you look exceedingly handsome - especially for a man with a damaged face.
Unfortunately, I think any further mention on the subject - from you or me or anyone, really - might lose me my job....
Finally got off work for the night.
jameson-monroe:
Your boss is an idiot… I should have a couple words with him.
Don’t waste your breath, love. He’s really not worth it. Don’t even worry your pretty little head about it, yeah?
Finally got off work for the night.
jameson-monroe:
Aw, maybe you should take a nap… and forget your boss. Who even sees you?
Aside from him? I don’t know. Nobody. None of the customers, at least. But that was irrelevant apparently. He was spewing something about responsibility and how I’m setting a horrid example for the rest of his employees. Ah, well.
Finally got off work for the night.
And now I’m tired and really just want to take a nap. Side note - employers frown upon their employees getting in fights. Apparently bruises aren’t professional.
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jameson-monroe:
You’re full of it. But thank you, love.
If by ‘it’ you mean undying, incomparable love and admiration for you, then yes, you’re right, I’m full of it. Full to bursting, darling. ;)
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There's pretty much no one around tonight...
jameson-monroe:
Your job sucks, Jess. I feel bad for you.
Just monotonous, really. I can’t imagine it’d be any wore than bartending, yeah? Not with all the crazy shit that happens at bars. I just wash dishes.
There's pretty much no one around tonight...
jameson-monroe:
I was at work. Kamikaze gives me the most obscure and inconsistent hours. It’s ridiculous. But what can you do?
jameson-monroe:
Do you make me blush on purpose?
Only sometimes, because it looks so bloody adorable.
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jameson-monroe:
How is someone even that gorgeous?
You know, I ask myself that same question every single time I see you, love.
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A Gentle Apology | Jameson and Jesse
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“Fuck,” Jesse gasped, head tilting back and spine arching sharply as Jamie slowly began to lube his cock. His silky wet fingers just barely grazed Jesse’s sensitive skin his hips jerked forward in a desperate attempt to get more friction, more contact, more fucking anything because that felt so fucking good and it wasn’t enough....
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A Gentle Apology | Jameson and Jesse
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As soon as the breathless demand escaped Jamie’s lips, Jesse began to fumble with his jeans, fingers clumsy as they unhooked the metal button. He couldn’t move fast enough; Jamie wanted him now, and Jesse wanted nothing more than to oblige him. But then - fuck - then Jamie was tugging down his zipper and slipping his hand in his jeans to palm his...
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Picking Up the Pieces | Jameson and Jesse
jameson-monroe:
Jameson’s head was still swimming. He couldn’t quite believe what had happened. That Jesse and Flynn had damn near killed each other in public. He was still shaking from it, actually, and trying his best to hide that fact from Jesse. The man already had enough on his mind without having to worry about Jamie - which Jameson knew he would do if he were given a reason to. So, he...
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Picking Up the Pieces | Jameson and Jesse
It had been several hours since the fight at the bar; several hours since Flynn’s hands had been wrapped around Jesse’s throat, strangling him as Jamie fought to pull the older man off of him; several hours since he’d been pinned to the floor, glass digging into his shoulders through his shirt as he tried to swallow down the blood in his mouth and draw in an adequate breath;...
you always hurt the one you love, the one you...
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A Gentle Apology | Jameson and Jesse
[It’s getting very steamy under the cut. How about a little smut to break up all the tension on the dash?]
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jameson-monroe:
Jameson’s heart was threatening to burst right out of his chest, it was working on overdrive, and god… god, he felt dizzy. All his blood was pumping south and he could hardly see straight. He gripped Jesse’s body and let himself fall into the same old routine...
