inkredible

Friends cut

2008-02-29T04:40:57Z

So I did a fairly massive friends cut tonight. It was just something that I felt needed to be done. If I cut you and you wanted to stay, then just let me know, if not then no big deal. :)

Oh and all of the comments on this entry are screened.

inkredible @ 2007-03-03T00:12:00

2007-03-03T05:21:18Z

I thought that I should probably try to update this LJ, since I'm always updating my writing one. It's kind of easy to update that one since I'm not talking about me in it. Which I guess I don't have to talk about myself in this one either...

Nothing has really changed since my last update: school is still kicking my ass, I quit my job because I was allergic to the things there. That's pretty much it, and everything else is the same.

I uploaded some music for someone earlier today so I thought I'd go ahead and post it here. :D

( Under you - Steve Carlson )

( Choloe Bowed Her Head - Steve Carlson )

( Pinata Novia - Steve Carlson )

( Come around more Alabama - Steve Carlson with Jensen )

( Radio in my head - Steve Carlson )

( Kinda crazy these days - Steve Carlson )

( Ballad of Denim Boy and Grey Girl - Steve Carlson )

( Sounds so good - Steve Carlson )

( Spot in the corner - Steve Carlson )

( Without you - Steve Carlson )

( I’ll remember you - Steve Carlson )

( L.A. Song - Kane )

( More than I deserve - Kane )

( In the darkness - Kane

( All I did was love her - Kane )

( House rules - Kane )

inkredible @ 2007-02-16T17:07:00

2007-02-16T22:11:53Z

I got a new layout and header, since I was kind of over the other one. This one fits my mood a bit better, so yeah. I guess that's pretty much it. :D

inkredible @ 2006-12-05T08:22:00

2006-12-05T13:22:36Z

I made a new fic journal, mostly for my incomplete work. Which is why it's called, incompletework2 lol. I mostly just went with this for the WIP's, the stuff that's done will probably be posted here. I'm not totally sure about it just yet. For the most part I just wanted a place to throw my extra bits of stories and such.

That's basically it, feel free to friend that lj. I'm too tired to post about much else now.

inkredible @ 2006-11-30T10:06:00

2006-11-30T15:06:13Z

I've got a new layout. I'm not sure if I like it, but I'm too tired to mess with it. Plus I got a letter for the letter meme thing. Again I'm too tired to mess with the rules of it. If you want a letter to play with then just let me know. Umm this is the basic thing of it. :D

Comment and I'll give you a letter; then you have to list 10 things you love that begin with that letter. After, post this in your journal, and give out some letters of your own. Let me know if you want a letter.

1) Dean (from Supernatural)
2) Double stuff oreo's
3) D'oh
4) David Duchovny
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Umm yeah, I'll finish this when I wake up. lol It's a nice little half way meme for now, not half way at all. Whatever it'll do till I wake up this afternoon.

inkredible @ 2006-11-20T09:26:00

2006-11-20T14:26:16Z

So this is for me_likee because I felt bad that my H/W muse left. That and I got an idea to finish an old little starter I had saved. It probably doesn't make any sense, but hopefully it's not too bad. I wrote it while being half asleep like I am right now, so yeah that's about it. Read, tell me I've lost my mind, ya know all of that stuff. Omg I am so going to bed now, being up for more than 20hrs at a time is just wrong. Wrong I say, and yeah I'll probably edit this after I wake up, so that people won't think I really am crazy.

Enough of the rambling, on with the story...
He didn’t believe in happily ever after, or any of that other fairy tale bull shit. Love equaled pain. He had loved Stacey and she had left him completely broken. Who’s to say that Wilson wouldn’t do the same thing? Love was a biting pain that gnawed at his chest. He didn’t need it. And he sure as hell didn’t need Wilson or anyone else.

The pain seemed to be the only real thing in his life. Well, that and his vicodin. He could hear Wilson’s voice in his head telling him he shouldn’t mix his meds and alcohol. Ignoring the voice he grabbed his bottle of pills spilling one of the white tablets into his hand before popping it into his mouth and downing it with a long pull from his beer bottle.

This was easier, and really he was doing Wilson a favor. Wilson didn’t need him there to fuck things up all the time. Yeah, Wilson might want him, but Wilson wanted everyone that was fucked up. He was almost as bad as Cameron in that sense. They were alike in quite a few ways if he really thought about it, so he didn’t. Instead he finished off the last of his beer and pushed himself to his feet heading back to bed.

Where Wilson had stayed perfectly to his side of the bed even in his sleep. House might be a stubborn, old, bastard, but he wasn’t stupid. If Wilson was willing to take this risk with him then who was House to try and stop him? The whole sticking to his side of the bed thing had been something that Wilson had deemed necessary, not House. Though House did have a bit of fun, waking Wilson up every time he did cross that line.

It was a line that only existed during sleep though. When they were awake Wilson did a very good impression of some sort of giant octopus. His arms and legs wrapped tightly around House, but still somehow managing to be mindful of his leg. That was why the line was deemed necessary in sleep, to keep his fucked up mess of a leg from being knocked. Wilson wanted him though, wanted all of him and that was what he was getting. Well, as much of him as House ever willingly let anyone have, which wasn’t much. It was enough, however, to keep Wilson happy and House less miserable, so really it balanced out.

As House slipped under the covers and felt Wilson’s arm shift automatically to rest his hand against House’s stomach, fingers clenching lightly around the fabric of House‘s t-shirt as a small sigh broke from his lips. That right there--something that Wilson didn’t even know he did-- made this all worth while for House. It made House feel more loved and cared for and wanted than any words Wilson could ever say. This was something that Wilson couldn’t control, that Wilson couldn’t use to control him. It was just there pure and simple.

inkredible @ 2006-11-17T10:39:00

2006-11-17T15:39:18Z

I'm bored. I have nothing to do and I'm not tired, so I don't want to sleep. I got off of work early today, so I went to Wal-Mart. In my area there isn't anything else to do at 3 in the morning, except go to Wal-Mart or Denny's. Anyway, I went to Wal-Mart with my sister and two of our friends that we work with. We ended up running into like 6 other people that we work with, since practically everyone went home early.

It sucks being of 3rd shift, because you are basically the slave shift. We come in and are expected to bust our asses till 3am to get out the phones that 1st and 2nd shift didn't get done. Then of course when that's over there's not shit left to do, so we're moved around and left to dig for work.

That's all pointless information but I'm bored and annoyed that my new jeans didn't fit. Why is it so hard to sell jeans in tall? I'm 5'9ish and most of that is legs, so really these jeans that are cut for little miss 5'5 don't work. I swear I am going to go to a big&tall store one of these days.

I should probably try to write something. I have a secret santa fic to write, plus another Nathan/Peter fic that is just mocking me. It's not really working and it's annoying the hell out of me. Maybe I'll try to kick my H/W muse into shape, or let my Sam/Dean one free. Or maybe I won't do any of that and just go to sleep...

inkredible @ 2006-11-14T09:53:00

2006-11-14T14:53:31Z

Title: Wish
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Nathan
Rating: R, maybe NC-17
Warnings: incest, slash
Spoiler alert: None unless you haven't seen the pilot.
Summary: Peter wishes he was different, but in the end knows he never could be.
Notes: This was written to cure my boredom and I really hadn't planned on posting it. equusentric said that I should, so thank her/blame her for this. It hasn't been to a beta, mostly because I didn't have time to find one.

There were times when Peter wished he was different. Times like right now when he had his brothers cock buried balls deep inside of him. Nathan’s weight against his back and arm around his chest forcing the very breath from his body, every thrust sending pleasure and pain rippling through him. It was always like this fast and rough, and always from behind.

He’d tried once to get Nathan to slow things down, to take his time with things. Nathan had simply given Peter’s cock a twisting tug, and Peter’s answering moan ended the conversation. That was usually how it went, Peter would try to slow things down and Nathan would distract him. Until Peter gave up…on everything.

Peter no longer held the romantic notion that this was about love or some deep rooted connection. It was about lust, pure and simple. If Nathan had taught him anything he had taught him that. So now as Nathan thrust into him over and over, Peter shifted his hips and thrust back. Moving against Nathan in any way that would get him off faster, get this over faster. Then they could go back to pretending that none of this existed.

“That’s it Pete, just like that,” Nathan was panting, hot breath burning against Peter’s neck. His voice catching in that far too familiar way that it always did right before he came. It wasn’t always the same words, but Nathan always said something in that voice. That voice that no matter how close to coming Peter had been before, just a simple word and he was teetering painfully on the edge.

His body begging for release that he knew he wouldn’t get until Nathan was ready to give it to him. Nathan wouldn’t give it to him though, he’d keep him right on the edge for as long as he could. Would wait until Nathan himself couldn’t hold out any longer before he even touched Peter. He knew that Peter couldn’t touch himself, both arms being used to support his weight.

“You want to come, Pete?” Nathan asked as his teeth sunk into the tender skin of Peter’s neck, just below where his shirt would cover. Those words were always the same. Always the same question with the same nip to his neck that was never high enough for anyone to see.

“Yes.” The one word came out on a choked breath and Nathan’s hand was stroking Peter’s cock before the word had even left his lips. It never took more than one stroke before Peter was coming, biting his bottom lip to keep from screaming. He wouldn’t give that to Nathan, not even as he felt the hot rush of Nathan coming inside of him. He had screamed once, and only once, the first time that Nathan had pushed into him, hard and fast, long before he was used to it.

“That’a boy Pete,” Nathan said, pulling out with a not so soft slap to Peter’s ass as he climbed off of the bed.

Peter let himself fall against the bed, burying his face in the pillows while Nathan was in the bathroom. He knew that he should get up, clean himself off, maybe go hop in the shower with Nathan before getting dressed. Those were the things that he knew he should do, but he just didn’t have it in him at the moment. His body ached and not just from the fucking, but from everything that had happened over the last few days.

He’d been attacked, gotten a royal ass kicking for reasons that he couldn‘t seem to remember. The only thing that he knew was that Nathan had saved him, just like he always did. Nathan had flown in to save him. Peter would have thought it was all just a dream if his lips weren’t still swollen and bruised and his right eye wasn’t still practically swollen shut.

This is where they had been since then, locked up in his apartment with Nathan hovering over him. Nathan wouldn’t let him leave, probably didn’t want anyone to see his little brother with his face all beat to shit. What would the voters think of that? It’s not like it would matter. They would probably just think it was from another failed suicide attempt.

The warm, solid weight of Nathan’s hand resting almost tenderly against the small of his back wasn’t something that he had been expecting, causing him to jump a little. Nathan’s slightly damp body curling against his side wasn’t something that he had been expecting either. He was about to roll over and make some joke about Nathan wanting to cuddle when he felt the soft press of Nathan’s lips against his neck. Maybe the jokes could wait. Nathan’s hand was stroking over the small of his back now, moving slowly up his spine tracing the indentations of each vertebrae. His lips still working softly over Peter’s neck, his tongue snaking out here and there to lap at the still sweat dampened skin.

Peter found himself completely dumbfounded at Nathan’s sudden bout of tenderness. This wasn’t part of it, this was outside of the rules and yes there were rules. There had been rules since their first time, when Nathan had blown him for his eighteenth birthday. He forced himself to roll over and away from Nathan, not being able to handle this from Nathan, not right now anyway.

“You should go get showered and dressed, our flight leaves in less than an hour,” Nathan said, slipping back into his all business voice as if they weren’t lying in bed together completely naked.

There had always been two sides to Nathan, depending on his mood Peter never knew which he would get. Sometimes he would get his nothing but business older brother and then other times he would get the other side. The one that wouldn’t think twice about slamming him against the wall and fucking him so hard he couldn’t sit for a week without being reminded of it.

“Yeah, okay. Make yourself useful and start some coffee,” Peter said, pushing himself up off of the bed and heading towards the bathroom without another look at Nathan.

“I think your need for clean sheets is a sign of just how useful I was,” Nathan replied, switching back to his cocky I’m going to fuck you against the wall side again. Peter couldn’t quite suppress the shudder that went through him at that thought, but he didn’t acknowledge it in any other way.

As Peter stood under the hot spray of the shower, washing away the last remnants of their mingled sweat and his brothers come. Peter couldn’t help but think again about just how badly he wished he was different. Wished he didn’t love his brother the way that he did. Wished that he could say no for once, could be strong enough to push Nathan away. He knew he needed Nathan though, knew that Nathan needed him just as much.

inkredible @ 2006-11-12T01:51:00

2006-11-12T06:51:11Z

I so do not need another fandom or at least not another fandom that I want to write in. I am in the process of trying not to write Sam/Dean. I've just finished another Peter/Nathan fic, that I think will be my last. Although, my muse never listens to me so who knows. I have no idea how I traded in one fandom for three. It just doesn't add up, but then again the boys are pretty and rather hard to resist.

My Garden of Eden/Adam and Eve sleeve is now complete, well the outline anyway. I am just so in love with the pretty. I love it even more because I can see it everyday, my other tattoos are on my back and leg and stomach. It's hard to believe that I have 12 tattoos now, if you count my sleeve as one big tattoo. I already have my next tattoo planned, but I want to lose a few pounds first and I need more money... I'll put up pics of my sleeve when I get some that aren't all deformed from me trying to take them myself. I might put up the ones from my other lj, or just link to those, since I have pics of my other tattoos there. Not that ya'll are dying to see them or anything, but I like sharing them. ;)

Music

2006-10-25T18:20:49Z

I'm bored and so I thought I'd post some music, then take a nap. It's weird to be awake now, since I'm normally sleeping and there isn't much to do. I started a new fic last night that will probably send me to special hell, but whatever. Maybe I will work on that for a bit or take a nap or maybe both. I'm done rambling now, I guess I will go find something else to do.

How to be dead-Snow Patrol

This photograph is proof-Taking back Sunday

Misery loves it's company-The red jumpsuit Apparatus

A box full of sharp objects-The Used

Vacation

2006-10-23T12:33:01Z

My vacation starts right now. Woot. It's only two days but I am so excited. It's the firt time I have ever had paid vacation time. I am going to spend the day at the beach today and then sleep and just relax. I don't even want to sleep now, because there is just so much I want to do. I'll take a nap at the beach though.

Well, that's pretty much it. Oh and this is a little House/Wilson fic that I wrote for me_likee. It pretty much sucks, but my H/W muse has kind of died. All of the wank in that fandom along with things that were said by other writers and it's just gone. I tried for you though, so hopefully it's close to what you want. It went a bit more angsty than I wanted, but it is fluffy, so I guess it works.

There were days when you just had to go for it. When you needed to just swallow down your fears and go after what you wanted with everything you had. Today seemed to be one of those days for Wilson. There was no choice left, no maybe tomorrow. Those two little words, I’m leaving, had changed it all for him. Who knew that House had always wanted to live on the beach in Hawaii and now that he had been offered a job there he was leaving.

Wilson had been hurt--not that he let it show--when House had finally told him that he was leaving. That he was leaving tomorrow and had known this for over a month now. His reasoning for not telling Wilson until now had been that he forgot. Wilson hadn’t believed it for a second, but again he hadn’t said anything. Really what was there left for him to say? Stay, don’t go. It wouldn’t do any good, because House had already made his mind up. This was what he wanted and obviously Wilson didn’t fit anywhere into the new life that House had planned for himself.

“Why am I here?” Wilson finally asked, setting his carton of take out on the table with a bit more force than necessary. He honestly felt like screaming he was so frustrated with House sitting here acting like the room wasn’t full of boxes or that he wasn’t leaving in the morning.

“You’re here to feed me, in case you didn’t notice all of my dishes and cookware is packed up,” House replied, grabbing Wilson’s carton of food and replacing it with his own on the table. It wasn’t that House was ignoring the change, more that he was choosing to ignore it for the time being. He just wanted another normal night before he left and that meant no talking about him leaving.

“Right. Well, I hope you enjoyed it. I can’t exactly feed you when you’re on the other side of the country, but I’m sure you’ll find someone else.” The words came out with a lot more bitterness than he would have liked and Wilson took a rather large swig of his beer. He didn’t want to do this, but really he didn’t see himself having a choice. If House left then who would he have? The answer to that question made him take another large swig of his beer trying to push down all of those feelings. It didn’t help any.

“Touché,” House muttered, reaching for his own beer and washing down the last of his food. This really wasn’t going as he had planned it. Wilson wasn’t suppose to get upset, though House really didn’t blame him. He knew that he had fucked up by not telling Wilson sooner, but he just didn’t know how to say it. Then before he knew it he had less than a week and then his flight was leaving in the morning and Wilson was there with Chinese. The hardest part in it all had been keeping Wilson from his place after everything had been packed up.

“What exactly did you expect me to say? Did you think that I would be happy that my best friend is moving across the country? That you didn’t even bother to show me enough decency to tell me ahead of time. You’ve been lying to me for over a month and I’m just suppose to sit here and act like nothing has changed. I’m suppose to just ignore the fact that I’m losing you and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about.” Wilson’s fingers clenched rhythmically against his thighs, trying to fight the urge to grab House and shake him until he realized just how fucked up this was. He knew that wouldn’t do any good though, not with House.

“Actually Hawaii is an island, so it’s not really on the other side of the country. They just put it there on maps so it’ll all fit on one page.” It probably wasn’t the best thing for him to say, but he honestly didn’t know what else to say to Wilson right now.

“Fuck you,” Wilson snapped, pushing himself up off of the couch and grabbing his jacket and bag. If House wanted to leave then he could leave, but Wilson was going to be the one to leave this time. He wasn’t going to sit here and let that tightness in his chest continue to grow.

“You’re leaving?” That was pretty much a pointless question considering Wilson was in the process of searching for his keys right now. Wilson wouldn’t be finding them, since House had hidden them when Wilson was in the bathroom earlier.

“No that would be you. I’m just going home as soon as I can find my keys anyway,” Wilson replied, nearly tripping over House’s cane when it shot out to stop him. This was not something that he needed right now, but House didn’t seem to be willing to let him leave.

“Sit your ass down,” House demanded, smacking Wilson in the leg with his cane not hard enough to hurt him but enough to let him know he wasn’t kidding. He waited for Wilson to take a seat on the couch next to him before reaching into the drawer of the end table.

“What’s this?” Wilson asked, poking at the envelope House had tossed into his lap as if it was some sort of dangerous animal.

“It’s your ticket dumbass. Their oncology department is in desperate need of someone and when I mentioned your name they jumped at it. They’re offering you twenty thousand more a year than what you’re getting at PPTH plus moving expenses. I used your credit card to buy our tickets, but they’ll pay you back for it,” House replied, jabbing Wilson none too gently in the leg with his cane. It wasn’t like he could really leave Wilson behind.

“I hate you,” Wilson muttered, pulling out the tickets and checking them over. Both tickets had been issued at the same time last month. House had been planning on taking him along the whole time, but none of his stuff was packed and he had patients….

“No you don’t. You love me, because I’m just the loveable type. You’re thinking too much about this, everything is already set up. I told Cuddy to find someone to cover you for about a month that you were coming with me and the kids are packing up your place as we speak. I think they were a bit too excited to be getting rid of me. They actually offered to pack up your place, probably want to make sure that I’ll stay gone and know that if you don’t come with me then I’d be back for you.” It was true. He would have come back for Wilson, and he would still come back for Wilson if he didn’t go right now. House hated to fly though, so he really did hope that Wilson would go this time.

Wilson honestly didn’t know what to say, or even if he should say anything. House had it all planned out and he just expected Wilson to follow along. That was basically how there relationship had always worked, House was the leader and Wilson was the follower. What if Wilson was tired of that? What if for once he wanted to be the one to lead?

That thought was what lead to Wilson setting aside the tickets and moving over on the couch. He didn’t stop until he was invading House’s personal space and then he leaned in and kissed him. And not one of those soft thank you kisses, but a deep demanding soul searching kiss. Then to his surprise House’s lips parted beneath his almost admittedly. House’s tongue sliding against his own and shattering every definition that their relationship had up to this point.

inkredible @ 2006-10-22T20:44:00

2006-10-23T00:46:35Z

Title: White shirt
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Nathan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied incest, but nothing graphic. Actually you wouldn’t even know that’s what it was unless you read it that way.
Spoiler alert: For the most recent episode, since it’s based loosely off of a scene.
Summary: A short little thing about what Nathan might have been feeling when he saw Simone at Peters place.
Notes: This is all equusentric’s fault, also thanks to her for the beta. She made a comment about the above icon and then asked why Nathan looked so upset when he saw Simone at Peter’s place. This is what came of it and I still can’t believe that I wrote this.

It was the white that caught his eye. That shirt--his shirt--on someone else. He had known that it would only be a matter of time before they lost it. This thing that they never gave a name to because then they would have to admit that it was real.

That night, the night that he had left his shirt there, was a mistake. He knew that, just like all of the others had been mistakes. Every night that they spent together started out the same way and eventually ended the same way. It was all about longing, desire, lust, and in some fucked-up way love. If he closed his eyes then he could still see Peter curled up in nothing but his shirt that morning as he dressed and then left without a word. They never spoke afterwards; it was another thing that would prove that what they had done was real.

He tried to school his features into more of a disappointed look instead of the hurt one that was presently there. Peter caught it anyway, he always did. There was that fraction of a second where Nathan felt like grabbing Peter and shoving him inside, to show the woman why Peter would never be hers. It was gone before his hand even reached Peter, so he let it fall limply to rest at his side. His fingers clenched while he tried to remember what he had come here to say, and tried to forget about the white of his shirt over soft curves instead of hard lines.

Music

2006-10-19T12:33:14Z

So I was at work last night/this morning and I was thinking. It's pretty much all I do besides look at cell phones. Anyway, I decided to do a song of the day sort of thing. So I have my little MP3 player going and this was the song that I had picked out. It's simple enough, but I like it.

Anyway, as usual things happened and this is the song that ended up fitting today. Well, my day anyway. Working 3rd shift has me all fucked up now. It'll be Friday for me when I go into work tonight, but it'll still feel like Thursday.

The first song is Something More by Sugarland and the second is Break Stuff by Limp Bisket. Now I need to try to write two little happy things and go to bed.

inkredible @ 2006-10-15T03:09:00

2006-10-15T07:13:26Z

This LJ's not even close to being done yet. I didn't realize how much work it would be to get this one set up. It did take awhile to get my other one set up though, so I don't know why I thought this one would be different.

Anyway, I'm just tired and I just found a header, but I'm not sure if I like it. Ya'll let me know what you think, since there's three of you. Or something like that. :D