Comment Fic

[raeschae]

So, I woke up at 5:30 this morning with an upset stomach and starting watching The World Series of Poker on ESPN, as you do, until it was time to get ready for work. It was there that I heard this quote (I have no idea who to credit for this as I know nothing about the pro Poker circuit. I know he was wearing a hat. And sunglasses.): "Lady Luck hangs out with the guys who practice hard." So, uh, let that inspire you? I don't know, I just liked it. I was also sick, so take it for what it's worth, I guess.

A giant THANK YOU to kiwiana for the Katie/Genevieve fic she wrote me in the spn_fs_exchange, Those Nights Belong to Us. If femslash is your thing, check it out!

So, I decided to pinch hit for the spn_fs_exchange and am currently putting the finishing touches on that fic, then I'm clear until j2_afterclass in January. Well, I have a hs_bingo card to play with but it's not due until May so I'm, ya know, procrastinating.

I ♥ you guys, but I suck at holiday cards and gifts. What I can do is comment fic. Here are the stipulations:

1.) Fic will be roughly 1000 words.
2.) No pairing is off-limits.
3.) You can request more than one prompt but I can only promise one fill per person, so make sure the fic you most want to see is prompted first.
4.) Prompts can be holiday-themed but they don't have to be, unless they come from the Disclaimer 'verse.

ETA: All prompts have been filled!



J2
J2: Emo boys being lonely and emo for batman_mcghee
J2: Both acting like Grinches for expectative
J2: Non-Au, de-Aged Jensen for dev_earl
J2: Poker players who meet before The World Series for blackpanther07
J2: Jared is a mall elf, Jensen is a pretzel twister for dephigravity
J2: Jensen plays the guitar while Jared signs along with him for naranga
J2: Schmoopy first Christmas together for lesson_in_love
J2: Trapped in the car during a snow storm for tinkabell007
J2: Reunion after three months apart for wendy

Femslash
girl!Jared/Katie: fake relationship turns real for earthquakedream
girl!Jensen/Adrianne: making Christmas plans for kiwiana

The Coffee Verse
Coffee Verse: Jared convinces Jensen to stay in bed all day for noxelementalist

Creative Control
Creative Control: Jensen freaks out over Christmas with Jared's family for live_laugh_love
Creative Control: Presents under the tree for mr_mrs_faxsea

Disclaimer
Disclaimer: Brayden, Adrianne, and Jensen picking a gift for Jared for kubis
Disclaimer: Jensen mistakes Jared for Santa for nickgregfan
Disclaimer: Chris/Danneel/Steve cooking together for kskitten
Disclaimer: The guys get snowed in for quiet000001
Disclaimer: Brayden is protective when Jordan gets hit on for Ashleigh
Disclaimer: The guys buy their first tree together for plasticine_star
Disclaimer: Jensen helps Tom surprise Mike for Hanukkah for without_me
Disclaimer: Chad, Sophia, and Emily (minor appearances by Jared and Brayden) for taintedlove

Comments

[live-laugh-love.livejournal.com]

ooh. Creative Control J2 where Jensen is trying to not freak about the holidays.

CC - Jensen freaks out over Christmas with Jared's family 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Most of the time, Jared's pretty composed. He holds his life in a tight grip and does a pretty good job of keeping everything in a sharp, working order. On occasion, however, he can feel it slipping and it freaks him out more than a little.

He's been working on a mini-series for HBO – eighteen hour days, spent mostly in conference rooms, plotting camera angles in pre-production – so Christmas kind of snuck up on him this year. It's a mid-December phone call from his mother, inquiring about his flight information that reminds him of the holiday. It also reminds him that he hasn't booked a flight and that he needs to hire a personal assistant as soon as possible.

Christmas lights on the drive to and from work should have probably tipped him off but Jared is pretty focused most of the time and he honestly hasn't taken the time to notice them. Jensen isn't exactly the kind of guy who's going to make a big deal out of the holidays, either, though that's another situation all together.

Ready to drop into his bed and enjoy four hours of sleep, Jared steps through the front door at two o'clock in the morning, surprised to find a light on in the kitchen. Jensen's usually careful about turning them off when he leaves a room, especially before he heads to bed.

When he rounds the corner, he finds Jensen is standing at the stove, stirring something in a saucepan, dressed only in a pair of low-slung sweatpants. He's humming, smiling, and Jared can't help but stop in the doorway to watch, unwilling to interrupt.

“You want some hot chocolate? It’s riddled with caffeine and sugar but I figure you sleep through just about anything these days, so,” Jensen lets the sentence trail while he grabs a couple of mugs from the cabinet over his head.

Jared doesn’t answer, just crosses to Jensen’s place at the stove and rests his hands against the bare skin above his waistband. “What are you doing for Christmas?” he asks against Jensen’s neck, brushing his nose against the line of Jensen’s jaw.

Though he leans back into Jared’s touch, Jensen’s shoulders are tense. “Same thing I do every year, I guess. Why?” He’s hedging his answer, nowhere near as smooth as he thinks he is, which always makes Jared a little nervous.

Taking the mug that Jensen offers, Jared turns them, backs Jensen up to the counter and holds him steady with one hand while he takes a drink. “What do you do every year?” He tries to keep his expression playful over the top of the cup but references to Jensen’s life before usually make him unhappy, to say the least.

Suddenly fixated on the collar of Jared’s gray button down, Jensen shrugs. It’s probably supposed to look dismissive but it seems heavier, guilty. “I’ll probably just go out on Christmas Eve and watch A Christmas Story all day on Christmas. It’s not a big deal to me,” he explains, though his words are shaky and transparent.

Catching Jensen’s chin, Jared tugs his face until their eyes meet. “What about your parents?”

“They usually go to my aunt’s house in Iowa.” With a sly grin that does little to hide the weight in his words, he adds, “She’s not my biggest fan.”

[batman-mcghee.livejournal.com]

i am feeling super emo today. can i have something with jared or jensen feeling lonely even though the other is just on the other side of the room? j2, of course. if it's disclaimer, it would be awesome. but i dont know how this prompt would do in that verse.

Emo Boys Being Emo 1/1

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

This is stupid, Jensen thinks, as he looks up from his laptop to find Jared pointedly watching the game. He said ‘hi’ when Jensen got home from work. Jensen said ‘hi’ back to him. They’re not fighting; nothing is wrong.

It still feels like nothing is right.

It’s strange because, in the beginning, nothing ever felt more right and now, for whatever reason, talking to Jared is a chore. Jensen would feel guilty, but Jared’s not exactly making the effort, either. They just kind of exist in the same space, go through the motions of the routine they’ve established and avoid talking about the awkward tension sitting in the middle of the room, poised to choke them both. It’s as though they both think it doesn’t exist if they don’t pay it any attention.

Some days, Jensen desperately wants to slam his laptop lid and launch the whole thing across the room just to see if Jared will notice. It’s not the silence that bothers him – they used to sit shoulder-to-shoulder and watch a game or read without a word all the time – but the stifling loneliness of sitting within arms’ reach of someone he can’t touch anymore.

Physically, they touch plenty but it’s hollow now. The connection has been severed and Jensen isn’t sure it can be restored.

Today, at work, Danneel asked him why he even bothers anymore if it’s so obvious that they’re not working. He shrugged, like he does when his mother asks him the same question, never says the words but the answer is pretty clear in his own mind: Thinking about leaving is the only thing that makes him feel worse than this.

Jensen has never been, will never be, the kind of guy who wants to sit down, hold his boyfriend’s hand, and talk for hours about their feelings. Jared is handsy as hell but he doesn’t exactly snuggle or cuddle, either. Jensen hates that they’ve drifted so far that he’s aching for Jared’s hand on his back and a simple look in the eye.

Maybe it’s pride that holds his tongue now, maybe it’s an overwhelming sense of defeat. There are a million things to say, yet Jensen stands without a word, sliding his computer onto the end table before he carries his beer bottle into the kitchen.

Standing by the sink, staring out at the back yard, Jensen’s head feels heavy on his shoulders. It’s only nine thirty but he could sleep. He should just head up the stairs and slip into bed, be asleep before Jared even joins him so they can avoid the inevitable hesitation that always seems to proceed any kind of sex these days.

With a final sigh of resignation, he scrubs his hand over his face and opens his eyes to find Jared dropping his bottle into the recycle bin. Jensen tracks his movement through the kitchen. He doesn’t reach for the dog leash on the hook or his iPod on the dock next to the door.

Instead, he casts a glance over his shoulder and extends his left hand, the platinum band on his ring finger catching the light. “Walk with me?”

With the smallest smile of hope, he slips his hand into Jared’s and nods. “Of course. Any time.”

[kubis.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry you weren't feeling well. I hope you're better now!

J2, Disclaimer!verse - Christmas; it's difficult to pick a present for Jared, but it's always worth it, because he's just so happy about whatever he gets.

Disclaimer; Brayden, Adrianne, and Jensen picking a gift for Jared 1/3

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

This one got a little long. Hope that's okay!
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“What the hell is all this?” Jensen asks, brow knitted in confusion as he looks around Brayden's living room.

Adrianne is sitting in a chair, blond curls piled high on her head while she chews on the end of a pencil. Shaking her head when she meets Jensen's eye, she returns to studying her Sudoku book with a soft smile. “Don't ask me,” she mutters, giving a soft nod toward the door, where Brayden is entering with his hands full of cardboard boxes.

Brayden huffs, dumping the final load onto the floor amidst what appears to be fifty other boxes. “I need your help,” he says, dropping to his knees with a melodramatic huff.

Taking a second to peruse Brayden's haul, Jensen kicks at a nearby box with his toe. “Who the fuck do you know that could possibly need a motorized tie rack?” he asks with an arched eyebrow.

“Man, you gotta tell me what to give Jay. Figure I'll just randomly slap names on the rest of it.”

Jensen looks around, confused. It would appear, at first glance, that the Sharper Image catalog threw up all over Brayden and Adrianne's living room floor. “The fuck is that?” He kicks at another box.

“It's a,” Brayden pauses and grabs the box, reading from it in response, “twelve in one survival tool,” he explains, flipping the box. “Includes a panic alarm, LED flashlight, digital FM radio, motion activated security alarm, red emergency flasher, cell phone charger, AC charging adapter input, compass, self-charging hand crank, signal mirror, thermometer, and lanyard.” He looks up at Jensen and asks, “The hell's a lanyard?”

“I don't know, give it to Tom,” Jensen instructs, sinking to the floor to grab another box.

“It's the string that's attached to the bottom,” Adrianne explains when Brayden lifts the tool into his hands and turns it over for further examination.

“What the hell?” Brayden asks, pulling on the small loop affixed to the bottom of the thing. “That doesn't count as one of the twelve things, does it? That's fucking lame as shit.”

“As opposed to how fucking cool the rest of it is?” Jensen asks, laughing while he checks out the golf swing video recorder. “Dude, this is the douchiest gift I've ever seen.”

Holding a relatively small box over his head, Brayden says, “Check this out.”

Jensen reads the label on the box. “Perfect Portions digital food scale.” He wants to bang his forehead against it before he finishes reading.

Luckily, Adrianne beats him to the punch. “If you give that to anyone we know, I will break up with you.”

“What?” Brayden snatches it back and clutches it defensively to his chest. “It's cool.” His attention span hasn't really gotten any longer over the years, so it's not a surprise when he dumps the scale and jumps to his feet. “Dude, you gotta see this,” he exclaims, running out of the room.

[kubis.livejournal.com]

And the second one:

J2, Christmas in the house of Disclaimer!boys, please. :) It may be the first Christmas with Brayden living with them, when they're trying to make it Christmas-y for him or the first Christmas after Brayden moves in with his girlfriend and the boys are alone in the house.

[nickgregfan.livejournal.com]

disclaimer - cracky goodness please

Jensen is an idiot, smacks his head skating, jared stands over him with a santa hat on and jensen thinks he's seeing santa. And then gets made fum of for it.

ok it sounded better in my head. or you can just scratch this and give me something to make me laugh.

Disclaimer: Jensen mistakes Jared for Santa 1/1

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

There are certain inalienable truths Jared knows about Jensen.

1.)Jensen is an idiot.
2.)Jensen is the luckiest dumbass on the planet.
3.)Jensen really is a fucking idiot.

“What the hell happened?” Jared demands, shouldering his way through the Ollie crew to see Jensen laying on the ground, body still and pale.

Danneel looks up first, giggle bubbling over before she can stop it with a hand to her mouth.

Jared has a hard time finding the humor in Jensen's various injuries, so he just rests his hands on his hips and asks, “Somethin' funny?”

A hand smacks his back and Jared jumps a little when Mike tugs on the ends of his hair. “Nice hat.” He smirks before asking, “You Santa or one of the elves?”

Balling his fists at his sides, Jared fights the urge to punch all of them and calms himself with a deep breath. He could explain that Sandy bought them for everyone in the shop and he was clowning with Chad when he got Danneel's text that Jensen had fallen and wasn't moving. Instead, he asks, “Somebody wanna tell me what the fuck happened to my boyfriend?”

Jensen blinks, eyes squinting as he tries to bring the scene above him into focus. “Santa?”

“Fucking hell,” Jared growls, falling to his knees at Jensen's side. “The fuck did you do to yourself this time?”

Rolling his head along the ground, Jensen lets out a long moan. “I fell.” He runs a hand over his face and blinks again. “You been workin' out?” His voice is shaky; Jared can tell he doesn't know what's going on yet but that he'll probably be okay.

“You're gonna kill yourself one of these days,” he predicts, hand pressing against Jensen's chest when he tries to sit. “Just, don't move for a minute, okay?” Now that he's sure Jensen has dodged another bullet, he lets himself chuckle and breathe a little easier.

“Jenny, you okay?” Mike asks, pushing off of the sales counter to bend into Jensen's eye line.

Jensen just stares in response but refuses Mike's hand when he offers it. “Santa told me to stay put,” he explains, tongue trailing his dry lips, his face a blank mask of naivete.

Unable to hold back, Jared barks a loud laugh and shakes his head, leaning against the counter at his back. “Oh, my god, you're the dumbest fuck I've ever met.”

Jensen's lips purse as he struggles to sit. Eyes clearing, he leans up to rip the Santa hat from Jared's head. “You're an asshole.”

Conceding with a nod, Jared clears the laughter from his throat. “I'm not the one who stayed on the ground 'cause Santa told him to,” he points out.

“Fuck you,” is Jensen's reply.

Jared can't really blame him for the lame comeback; Jensen's kind of an idiot sometimes. But there's one other thing that Jared knows, unequivocally: Jensen is his family and that trumps everything else.

[expectative.livejournal.com]

I hope you' re better now!

So... Jared/Jensen, anti-schmoop Xmas fic? They're both acting like The Grinch?

Both acting like grinches 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

“You guys are pathetic.”

Jared raises an eyebrow at Danneel and kicks Jensen's foot off of the couch. “Get off your ass and help,” he motions vaguely with one hand.

Jensen grunts, stands and walks past the naked Christmas tree and the four boxes of decorations Danneel brought over to help get them into the holiday mood. “I didn't ask for the damn tree in the first place,” he calls over his shoulder.

“No, you asked for goddamn peace and quiet but this is fucking Christmas and you don't always get what you want!” Danneel stomps her foot and crosses her arms over her chest.

It's possibly the funniest thing Jared has ever heard and seen so he just falls back onto the couch, laughing, while she shoots proverbial daggers in his general direction.

Jensen returns, a beer bottle in each hand, and flops down next to Jared on the couch. “Not true,” he says, pointing his bottle toward her. “Jared gives me what I want all the time.”

Wiggling his eyebrows, Jared slings an arm around Jensen's shoulder and laughs again when Danneel rolls her eyes. “Alright, fine. I'm done. You guys wanna be grinchy losers, do it. I don't even fucking care. I'm going shopping.”

She storms out and, to his credit, Jensen manages not to laugh until she slams the door behind herself. “She'll be back,” he predicts.

“How long you reckon that'll take?” Jared asks, hand blindly searching for the remote on the table beside the couch.

Jensen shrugs carelessly and leans back against Jared's side. “Not near as long as I'd like it to,” is the answer he settles on. “Man, you're usually all down with Santa and shit. What's up with you this year?”

Turning slowly, Jared gives him an incredulous look. “Down with Santa?”

“Shut up,” Jensen laughs, sinking his elbow into Jared's side. “C'mon, what gives? How come you're not interested in all the holiday cheer this year?”

“I don't know, man. Just seems like a lotta stress and hoopla, I guess. Maybe once it snows or somethin', I'll get into it again. We'll see.”

It's not that Jared doesn't love Christmas but this year is tough. His sister is headed up to Washington to spend the holiday with her boyfriend's family. His parents are going out East to spend the weekend with friends since his brother is spending this year with his in-laws. Christmas has always been about family for Jared and none of them are going to be around; he's having a hard time finding the spirit of the season.

“What d'ya think're the odds it's gonna snow in Los Angeles this Christmas, moron?”

This is what Jared loves about Jensen, his sensitivity to Jared's unspoken thoughts and feelings. “Guess I'll just have to paint my face green and walk around with my heart two sizes too small this year then, huh, dickwad?”

[kskitten.livejournal.com]

You know, that's exactly what I would want fro Christmas!

You know I love Steve/Chris/Danneel from Disclaimer!Verse, so if you feel like writing something with them, I'd be delighted!
Maybe some schmoop/cuddle stuff or maybe them preparing something together for Christmas, and they are all in the kitchen and they end up bringing drinks but had lots of fun while not actually baking/cooking anything edible!

Disclaimer: Chris/Danneel/Steve cooking together

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

The first thing Danneel notices when she wakes up is that she's alone; in this house, that almost never happens. Stretching her arms over his head, she takes a minute to appreciate the silence, pressing her face into a pillow and smiling when the smell of Chris' shampoo kisses her face.

As much as she would love to stay in bed all day, it's nearly noon and they have to head over to Jensen's for dinner in a few hours.

Standing, she twists and stretches until she hears her joints popping before making her way to the bathroom. She's never been a huge fan of country music but the sound of it permeating the house means her guys are in the kitchen and that's never a bad thing.

Dressed in a tiny, red and green pleated skirt and giant green combat boots, she skips down the stairs, wet hair piled onto her head and held in place with a couple of chopsticks. “Smells good,” she announces from the doorway, taking a second to enjoy the way Chris and Steve move in tandem at the counter.

Chris smiles over his shoulder, both hands busy in front of him, and nods toward the island. “Steve's breakfast casserole is warmin' in the oven.” He winks, catches his lip between his teeth, looks her over with an approving smile. “Shit, come here first.”

Sauntering toward them, she revels in the way his eyes feel on her, the way Steve's join in the appreciation as she gets closer. They have an entire assembly line laid out on the counter, knives in hand, efficiently preparing the dishes they have to take to dinner later. It's kind of amazing to watch them work in the studio but Danneel loves that she gets to see their teamwork here, too.

“You look awesome,” Chris laughs when she gets close enough to kiss. He turns from the counter, drops his knife on the cutting board and rests his forearms on her shoulders, making sure to keep his hands away from her hair when he kisses her.

“I'm not even dressed yet,” she protests, pulling away before she has to wrap her legs around his waist and ride him to the floor.

With an impish grin, his voice dropped low and playful, he nods slowly. “I know.”

He's not the first guy to flirt with her or tell her that she's beautiful. He's the first one that makes her flush down to her toes with his compliments, though. Danneel still isn't sure why that is but she'd be lying if she said she doesn't appreciate it just the same.

[kskitten.livejournal.com]

Aaaand if you feel more like J2 - baking together! Yummy Christmas cookies! Disclaimer or no.

Hope you feel well again!

[dev-earl.livejournal.com]

PROMPT! \o/

Jared/Jensen - non-AU age regression fic. Jensen is snarky and adorably douche-y even as a kid OR Jared is surprisingly quiet, but a devilishly cunning boy. ♥

Jared/Jensen/Sandy (or Danneel, if you prefer) - roadtrip after high school. *g*

J2: Non-Au, de-aged Jensen 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Six years on a television show about hunting and killing supernatural beings does not, no matter what anyone may say, prepare a guy for waking up to this.

The fact that Jensen wasn't in bed when Jared awoke this morning wasn't really a huge deal; they rarely wake up together since the show ended, schedules completely opposite in almost every way. The fact that a toe-headed seven-year-old swung his feet at their kitchen table, slurped milk from a cereal bowl, and claimed to actually be Jensen was new, though.

The weirdest thing isn't that he looks like Jensen, or pictures his mother has shown Jared a few times, but that he still acts just like Jensen. From the way he looked up at Jared first thing this morning, raised one eyebrow and asked, “What?” like Jared was the one who didn't belong, to the way he pumped his fist while playing video games and declared, “I'm awesome,” every time he beat Jared, he's been all Jensen all day.

He's just pint-sized and prone to throwing tantrums at the drop of a hat if Jared doesn't give in and let him have his way now. So, ya know, basically he's just shorter.

“Dude, stop staring at me,” Jensen says after something like eight hours as a kid. He's curled up at the end of the couch, pillow to his chest, watching Dexter.

It's ridiculous to feel guilty for letting Jensen watch a television series that he owns on DVD but there's something about this kid version of him watching bloody murders that isn't setting right with Jared. As though any part of this day is setting right with him.

He'd love to stop staring, like Jensen asks, but he can't. Yesterday, he was thirty-two, over six feet tall, broad shoulders and smoldering, deep voice. Today, he's seven. Jared has often said that his life is not like other people's but this fucking ridiculous.

Standing, he heads into the kitchen, grabs a beer from the refrigerator and heads back to the couch. He's going to need a hell of a lot more alcohol to get through the rest of the day. He chugs half the beer in one, long gulp before he notices Jensen glaring at him.

“What?” he asks, bottle making a loud, suctioning noise against Jared's lip when he pulls it away.

With a shrug of his shoulders and a raise of his eyebrows, Jensen says, “Where's mine?” while motioning to Jared's bottle.

Jared barks a short laugh. “Are you kidding me? Dude, you're miniature. I'm not givin' you beer.”

“It's not like I'm actually seven, ya know? I just look it.”

If Jared didn't know better, he would swear Jensen is pouting. “Yeah, well until you look thirty again, I'm not givin' you alcohol.”

“Bastard,” Jensen mutters under his breath, hugging his pillow tighter to his chest.

It would be cute if it wasn't so fucked up, Jared thinks.

As one episode bleeds into another on the screen, Jared hears Jensen whisper, barely audible, “Not even my fuckin' fault this shit happened. You're the goddamn genius who said it. Asshole.”

[blackpanther07.livejournal.com]

Hope you are feeling better now.
I really like Poker fic. J2 hook up a few days/ week before the World Series and don't realize that they are both in the World Series, they meet again at the World Series.

J2: poker players who meet before The World Series 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

After three years on the pro circuit, Jensen has learned where not to go in the days leading up to the World Series of Poker. The major hotel casinos will be packed, the bars and restaurants filled to capacity. He'd be lying if he said that getting to know the out-of-the-way places wasn't part of the reason he relocated to Las Vegas last year. He doesn't mind dropping in at the Wynn or the Palms, check out the competition and check in with old friends, but he's not going to belly up to a table around any of them.

Poker may be played with cards, but it's won or lost in the mind. Jensen didn't ascend the ranks by losing focus and giving away his secrets.

His favorite place to play is an underground game in the basement of an old restaurant about fifteen miles off the Strip. It's by invitation only, the same five guys playing simple seven-card stud twice a month. There's nothing fancy here, it's not high stakes Hold 'Em at the MGM, but the guys that Jensen plays with are solid, from all walks of life, and they're teaching him more than he ever learned on Bodog in college.

The night before his first round of competition, he greets Lucy, the hostess, with a nod and lets himself down the back stairs, an agitated spring in his step. He doesn't get nervous before a tournament, exactly, but there's still an adrenaline rush that keeps him on edge. It starts about twenty-four hours before go time and won't subside until the first hand is dealt.

Poker players who say they are not creatures of habit, ritual, and superstition are lying. Heading into his happy place to find a new player at the table is not something that causes Jensen's heart to jump for joy.

“Jensen,” Mark, a beat cop who's been here longer than Jensen, smiles as the door shuts with a soft thud.

Pulling the bill of his hat lower on his forehead, Jensen nods in greeting and slips into his seat, directly across the table from this new guy. “Who's this?” he asks in lieu of a greeting.

Slapping the newcomer on the back, the restaurant's owner, Kevin, says, “This is Jay. I graduated from high school with his brother.”

The guys have finally broken Jensen of wearing his sunglasses to this table but he desperately wishes he had them right now. The idea of someone reading him, studying and figuring him out, is stifling. This is supposed to be for fun – that's how Mark convinced him to take them off in the first place – but Jensen's instincts kick in around new people.

“Heard a lot about you, Jensen,” Jay says, sprawled in his chair like Jensen is the new guy.

Jay is tall, Jensen can tell, with long arms and gigantic hands. His dark hair is an unruly mop that he shakes out of his face when he laughs, smile too big and bright in the dank, cramped basement. He's exactly the kind of guy Jensen doesn't pony up with, the kind of guy he would approach in a bar and try to take home at the end of the night. Jay is the kind of guy who could fuck his concentration all to hell and back.

Finally, when he realizes he's supposed to say something in response, Jensen just shifts and taps the table when he speaks. “Kevin's never mentioned you.”

“Not true,” Kevin insists, shaking his head in protest. “Jensen just gets so lost in his own head when we're playin' that he doesn't pay attention to anyone else.”

With a dismissive tilt of his chin, Jay says, “I can understand that.”

[quiet000001.livejournal.com]

Disclaimer j2 - snow. Maybe they go somewhere for snowboarding or something and there's a blizzard and they're snowed in? I dunno, I just want them and that cuddly warmth of being all tucked into a comfy bed with a pile of blankets while there's a storm outside. (And, you know, it's THEM, so I imagine sex would probably have to happen somewhere in there, unless it was, like, too cold to get naked. ;) )

Disclaimer: The guys gets snowed in 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

The standing rule is that they stay home at Christmas and host everyone who doesn't have somewhere else to go. However, there is no standing rule about the weekend before Christmas.

So when Jensen got a call from an old college friend, telling him that he owns a remote cabin outside of Provo, just a few miles from some of the finest powder in the Northwest, it took him less than twelve hours to make arrangements with Chad and Sophia to watch out for Brayden so he could drag Jared away for a weekend of their favorite things: seclusion for Jared, snowboarding for Jared, and sex.

The visibility was virtually non-existent on the drive from the airport but they made it and managed to end up naked and contorted within minutes of locking the front door behind them. Jared's legs were wrapped around Jensen's head when the lights went out.

For a couple of California boys, Jensen thinks they made pretty quick work of bringing the wood in from the lean-to next to the cabin and starting a fire. Now, sitting side-by-side on the floor, leaning back against the couch, they're sharing a bottle of red wine Jared found in the kitchen.

“This is all very romantic,” Jensen says, his voice sarcastically deadpan.

Jared snorts and tips the bottle to his lips. “You wouldn't know romance if it bit you in the ass.”

It's not an insult – Jared could give a fuck less about romance – but it's not untrue. Still, Jensen turns toward him and runs a palm over his cheek. “You feelin' neglected, Sweetheart?”

“Yes,” Jared answers, shaking his head until Jensen's hand falls away. “Wouldn't kill you to bring me flowers once in awhile, ya know?”

“Isn't that a song?” Jensen asks, stealing the bottle back again. “'You Don't Bring Me Flowers'?”

With a shrug, Jared stretches his arms out against the couch cushions, his forearm warm against Jensen's neck. “I think so,” he answers.

“How's it go?”

Jared raises one eyebrow before saying, “I will throw myself in that fire before I confirm or deny that I know the answer to that question.”

Jensen holds the wine bottle to Jared's lips, smiling at the way he tilts his head and drinks. He licks a stray drop from the corner of Jared's mouth before he says, “You serenading me in front of a roaring fire while we drink wine is probably too gay, even for us.”

“I was reading the other day,” Jared changes the subject abruptly, his hand closing around Jensen's shoulders, his fingers drawing lazy circles against his skin.

Jensen settles back at Jared's side. “A book?”

Jared's hand stills. “No, a cereal box.” He smacks Jensen and then returns to stroking his arm. “Yes, it was a book.”

“Was it a sex book?”

“Why? You think I need tips?”

“I think you could fucking write one,” Jensen chuckles, shifting in his seat before Jared can notice his body's reaction to thoughts about Jared and sex. “So what were you reading?”

“You won't care. I'm just makin' conversation.”

Slipping his hand over Jared's thigh, Jensen presses a like to his collarbone and says, “How 'bout we don't talk?”

Jared moans, dipping his head to catch Jensen's lips in a soft kiss while his fingers wrap around Jensen's wrist. “Pass me that wine,” he says when he pulls away.

Silence falls between them and Jensen wracks his brain to figure out why in the world Jared doesn't want to have sex. The entire point of getting away together like this is to fuck as much as is humanly possible. At least, that's what Jensen's always thought.

[transfixeddream.livejournal.com]

I will not request anything because, well. HOWEVER, know that you're amazing for doing this. <3

[dephigravity.livejournal.com]

Aw there is nothing worse than waking up early before work when you don't have to, especially with a rumbly tummy. *hands you pepto*

Jared works in a Santa's village as an elf a la Will Ferrel and love/ hates Jensen, the new pretzel making boy across the way. Stupid boys being stupid and snarky.

J2: Jared is a mall elf, Jensen is a pretzel twister 1/2

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There’s really not much Jared won’t do to help his family if they need him, but when his aunt is put in charge of Santa’s Village at the mall, Jared thinks he should start establishing some boundaries.

He tries to explain that, while he might be good with even the most unruly kids, parents might not be comfortable handing their children over to a seventeen-year-old who stands over six feet tall, dressed in green striped tights and a red tunic.

When that doesn’t work, he switches tactics and accuses her of trying to get him beat up. ‘The fact that I’m huge and gay isn’t enough for you? You wanna put me in a dress and really encourage people to kick my ass?’

It’s a low blow, but Jared figures it doesn’t really matter because it doesn’t even work. His aunt just shakes her head and gives him a pat on the cheek, along with those damned distressed damsel eyes that get him every time, and promises that it won’t be that bad. She winks when she says, ‘You never know, JT. You might just end up having a little fun.’

Fun. Sure. There are bells on his custom made shoes and pointed tips on his ears; it’s gonna be a good time.

Actually, the kids aren't so bad and, as it turns out, Jared actually does like the job. The worst part – well, aside from the fact that he’s dressed up like an elf and standing in the middle of the mall – is that The Pretzel Hut is right there, facing Santa’s Village. Oh, Jared loves a giant, hot pretzel and some melted cheese as much as anyone, but Jensen Ackles works at The Pretzel Hut and Jensen is an ass.

They’ve never been what Jared would call friends, he and Jensen. They share a few mutual friends and used to greet each other in passing, but they never really spent much time together. Since Jared came out in tenth grade, Jensen doesn’t even nod his direction anymore, though. In fact, the only indication Jared has that Jensen even knows he’s alive is the intense focus of his judgmental eyes.

It used to bother him – if the hot guy in English is going to stare at him for an hour, he’d rather it be with uncontrollable lust than thinly veiled contempt – but Jared got over that. Now he just does his best to avoid Jensen and tries not to hate him. It’s probably not his fault he’s an ignorant, small-minded, homophobic asshole, right?

It’s difficult to ignore him, though, when Jared has to spend three days a week watching him twist pretzels and charm every girl who walks within fifteen feet of his counter. His sister says Jared has a crush; Jared prefers to call it a sick fascination. Either way, it’s pretty clear that he spends way too much time thinking about Jensen Ackles.

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awww *hugs* I hope the tummy pain goes away: make sure to get lots of rest and drink warm things, like coco ^^!

Um, a fic request? to be honest *glancing at the many Disclaimer requests* I...kinda want a coffee verse one? Maybe Jared convincing Jensen not to go outside? You know, something adorably snuggly and puppy pile-like, that'll warm you up as you write it. In exchange, I offer beta-services to any fic you like, and 1 (probably pathetic) attempt at a fic in return.

Hope work went well!

Coffee Verse: Jared convinces Jensen to stay in bed all day 1/2

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A/N: I know you wanted snuggly but I hope this is okay.
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The alarm that goes off at seven is not Jared's, surprisingly. Even though he's currently unemployed, his alarm still shatters Jensen's sleepy peace on a daily basis. If he wasn't cute like a puppy and still hot like a professional athlete first thing in the morning, Jensen would break up with him for his sleeping habits alone.

Today, though, it's Jensen who has somewhere to be. “Gotta get up,” he growls against Jared's hair, trying his best to extricate himself from a mess of arms and legs that have wrapped themselves around him like vines during the night.

Gumbling incoherently, Jared tightens his hold and buries his face against Jensen's shoulder. “No,” is the only word Jensen manages to translate.

The thing is, Jensen would love to give in and stay here, cocooned against Jared's chest for the entire day. It's a good chest – hard, warm, smooth – and he can definitely think of a thing or two he'd like to do to it.

“I have an installation,” he explains, managing to free a leg.

Somehow, Jared kicks hard enough under the covers to pin that leg back to the mattress, his body nearly covering Jensen's. As far as Jensen knows, he still hasn't opened his eyes. “Stay.”

Fingers brushing the back of Jared's neck, Jensen allows himself a few more minutes of enjoying this. A few months ago, he didn't know if he would ever have it again. Now he wakes up to it every day. He's not a guy who deserves this kind of thing but he's sure as hell not offering to give it back.

“Much as I would love to lay here and have monosyllabic conversations with you all morning, somebody's gotta make some money around here.”

Once the words are out, Jensen realizes how harsh they sound. He really doesn't mind paying the bills and making sure that they have food while Jared looks for a job. Hell, if Jared would let him, Jensen would happily be his sugar daddy, take care of everything so Jared could just lay around, naked and waiting for Jensen to walk through the door every day.

He breathes a little easier when Jared huffs, “Bah,” against his neck and wakes up enough to bite his earlobe.

Laughing, Jensen tries once more to pull free of Jared's octopus hold. All he manages to do is wedge Jared's leg tighter between his own, pressing his thigh hard against Jensen's cock and eliciting a moan that doesn't exactly say Let me up, I have places to go.

“If I don't get this piece installed by midnight tonight, I lose fifteen percent of my commission,” Jensen informs him, mouth dragging open against the column of Jared's throat for punctuation.

Jared protests with a grunt and rolls onto his back, managing to pull Jensen with him until Jensen can feel Jared's cock against the cut of his own hip. “This is better than commission,” he rasps, voice graveled and low from sleep.

His eyes blink open, fighting to clear the haze until they focus on Jensen's face. He's pretty sure that Jared's not just talking about the sex.

[naranga.livejournal.com]

I'm a Linguistic major (as well as a Latin one), and in my Languages of the World class someone just recently presented on American Sign Language, which I find pretty interesting. So, inspired by that, can I have a snippet of deaf!Jared in an established relationship with Jensen? It could be just be a daily life bit, or ohhh, maybe music-ish!Jensen performing a Christmas song with guitar, and as a special Christmas treat, Jared comes up on stage to sign along?

Sorry if that's too complicated or out of your comfort zone, but I was inspired more than I usually am at these comment fic memes, haha. Thanks so much for doing this again!

J2: Jensen plays the guitar while Jared signs along with him 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Honestly, I'm nervous about this one. It's not exactly what you asked for but I hope you like it.
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To say that Jensen has always handled this relationship with style and grace would be a flat-out lie. He wishes that he was the kind of guy who could always see Jared for the man that he is and overlook the impairment, but he's not. There have been times when he's done the wrong thing, reacted in the wrong way, started fights he wishes he could take back, and said things he'd give anything to unsay.

Jared's not faultless, he gives just as well as he gets, but he's better with the forgiveness than Jensen is. He genuinely lets things go, doesn't hold onto them for months like Jensen does. It's one in a long list of many great qualities.

He gets home from work around seven, calls out to the dogs, and heads into the kitchen to get dinner started. There's already a plate warming on the stove.

When he turns, Jared is standing in the doorway, lip caught between his teeth, eyes dancing and mischievous. He waves and doesn't bother moving forward, content to just stand there and watch Jensen eat while Harley and Sadie beg for scraps at his feet.

“D'you work today?” Jensen asks after a few bites.

Jared maintained a website for the culturally Deaf before Jensen met him. In the last few years, he's been establishing himself as a trusted source for the latest and most reliable information in the community. It's kind of ridiculous how proud Jensen is of Jared's dedication and passion for his career.

Hands moving quickly, Jared tells him about the doctor he interviewed about cochlear implants this morning, the burger he had for lunch with Chad, the problems his sister's having with her boyfriend, and the episode of Boy Meets Grill that inspired the dinner Jensen is finishing now. That he talks more than anyone Jensen's ever met, not to mention the fact that he has more interesting things to say, is one of the things Jensen loves most about Jared.

“C'mere,” he says after he dumps his plate into the dishwasher and washes the barbecue sauce off his fingers.

Jared stands from the table and Jensen meets him in the middle, hooking a finger into the waistband of Jared's jeans to pull him in for a slow kiss that Jensen should have given him the second he walked in the door.

A soft groan rumbles from Jared's throat when he pulls away, a lazy smile spreading over his lips as he raises his pinkie to his forehead and sweeps it outward.

“Am I gonna like this idea?” Jensen asks, smirking in amusement when Jared rolls his eyes and grabs his wrist.

Sometimes he thinks that this should be harder than it is. It takes more work than any relationship Jensen's ever had but, even when he doesn't get it exactly right, he wants to keep trying. He's never liked being around someone as much as he likes being around Jared.

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

I would love some girl!Jared/Katie, perhaps? Prompt is... fake relationship turns real, because I love that trope ;D

girl!Jared/Katie: fake relationship turns real 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

As soon as Katie said, “I did a bad, bad thing,” Jared knew she was in trouble.

She should know better by now than to go along with Katie's schemes, but there's something about the little pout thing she does that gets Jared every time. This time, though, she might be learning her lesson for good.

Katie's relationship with her parents has always been tenuous, at best. It's kind of ridiculous because they give Katie everything she wants, not to mention a lot of things she never even asks for, but they also demand a lot from her in return. Oh, she looks the part of a socialite with her flawless skin and perfect hair and poise that puts most supermodels to shame. The problem is that she's kind of a tomboy.

Well, it's a problem for her parents. Jared's always kind of liked that part of Katie best.

Apparently, Katie's parents don't really like Jared. Rather, they don't like Katie hanging out with Jared publicly. Jared strums a guitar in smoky dive bars and coffee houses, slings pottery in an old storefront cum art studio, and sleeps with women. None of these things are acceptable for their precious, pretty princess.

Jared's used to the prejudice and judgment – she's grown up in LA – so it doesn't bother her as much as it does Katie. That doesn't mean, however, that she wants to be Katie's date for some dinner party just because, in attempt to piss them off, Katie told her parents that they're dating.

This isn't the first time that Jared has pretended to be someone's girlfriend – she doesn't mind it when she's not in a relationship of her own at the moment – but it's different with Katie. Everything is different with Katie.

She looks amazing tonight, as usual, in a pink satin mini-dress and stiletto heels that almost bring her up to Jared's height. Her blond hair flows in waves over her shoulders and she smells like spring flowers every time she leans into Jared's side. Being with her is excruciating.

“What's wrong with you?” Katie asks, teeth clenched as she drags Jared away from an awkward conversation mid-way through the night.

Confused, Jared glances over her shoulder to make sure nobody is watching. “What? I was talking?”

Smiling at one of her father's business associates, Katie slides an arm around Jared's waist, hooking her thumb into the waistband of her tuxedo pants. “You're all tense,” she explains, leaning back against the wall and drawing Jared against her body.

To the outside world, they look like a couple trying to steal an intimate moment. Jared wishes she was part of the outside world.

“Yeah, well, you're dad keeps lookin' at me like he wants to throw me down and stomp on my head,” Jared whispers, bending automatically when Katie's hand slides into the back of her hair.

[lesson-in-love.livejournal.com]

J2. First Christmas schmoop that makes me want to throw up kittens because it's so adorable. ♥

J2: Schmoopy first Christmas together 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

At first, Jensen is confused. He probably shouldn’t be at this point – Jared loves surprises and there’s no better time of year for them – but it still catches him off guard when he comes home from work to find a flat square of garish wrapping paper, topped with a metallic gold bow and a white card with Jensen’s name written in Jared’s sloppy scrawl.

Merry first Christmas, J.
Love you, J.

It’s been awhile since he had a boyfriend on Christmas and even longer since he cared about anybody like he does Jared, so he really does have plans to find something great for him. But Christmas is still almost two full weeks away, so he figured he had some time. They haven't even discussed gifting protocol yet.

Inside the paper, Jensen finds a 2011 Dallas Cowboys desk calendar. He loves the Cowboys. He doesn't have a calendar for next year yet. This isn't the most heartfelt gift he's ever received, but it is practical so he's not going to complain.

He feels like a tool when he calls his sister a few minutes later, tells her about the calendar, and then has to listen to her squeal about how awesome Jared is for a full five minutes before explaining, "It's the thirteenth, Jensen. He's clearly doing twelve days of Christmas for you."

Oh.

*

The next morning, he finds a small photo album with eleven pictures of them, taken at various times throughout the year, sitting by his plate at breakfast.

*

On day ten, Jared hands him a $10 gift card from Burger King and tells him to go nuts. He's always bitching at Jared to eat healthier on occasion, so he supposes it's only fair Jared get a chance to give it back.

*

"What the hell?" Jensen asks, stepping out of the bathroom on night nine to find Jared reclined on the bed, a red satin bow tied around his dick.

With a smarmy grin, Jared rolls his hips and says, “I got nine inches for ya.”

Jensen snorts, falls forward onto the bed, and nearly suffocates, laughing into his pillow. “D'you measure it to be sure?”

Narrowing his eyebrows, Jared fails to look remotely threatening when he says, “I can give it to someone else if you don't want it.”

An unexpected flair of jealousy explodes in Jensen's chest as he pulls Jared down on top of him. “Shut up and give me my present.”

*

By day six, Jensen is pretty sure all Jared wants for Christmas is for Jensen to be fat and lazy. He got eight ounces of imported German chocolate, the director's cut of Seven, and a six-pack of beer on the coffee table. If Jensen doesn't go out and shop for the perfect gift this weekend, Jared has no one to blame but himself.

*

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Oh man, I haven't even STARTED my after class. SEE? THIS IS WHY WE NEED TO LIVE TOGETHER, SO YOU CAN REMIND ME TO DO MY SHIT.

I really, really, really want Jared!/Girl!Jensen. Apparently girl!Jen is my biggest kink ever. I don't even care what, smut, flirting, anything, I just want non AU (except for the dude has boobs) with Jared and girl!Jensen being awesome.

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

I am skipping this one in order to write the other prompt, at your request. If you change your mind before I get there, let me know. :D

[kiwiana.livejournal.com]

Anything with girl!Jensen or girl!Adrianne :D :D :D

girl!Jensen/Adrianne: making Christmas plans 1/2

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With only a couple of days left until Christmas, Jensen tries to table her disappointment when she shows up at Adrianne's place on Wednesday afternoon. Her classes are finished and she's ready for a nice, long break but she wishes that Adrianne wasn't headed home to Toledo for the holidays. She knows she'll survive a week without her girlfriend, but that doesn't mean she's looking forward to it.

The house is kind of ridiculous. There are stockings with hers and Adrianne's names on them hanging on picture hooks on the wall and strands of evergreen garland draped over every available surface. The tree is about four sizes too big for the tiny apartment, the top bent against the ceiling at an angle that makes a tree topper impossible. There are Santa bears littered around the room, dressed in festive sweaters that feature the year in which they were made. There hasn't been a day since Thanksgiving that Jensen has stopped by and not heard Christmas music coming from the stereo.

It's supposed to encourage the holiday spirit; mostly, Jensen thinks it encourages claustrophobia.

“Hey, you,” Adrianna smiles, coming out of the kitchen with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Jensen can see the marshmallows floating in the top from her place just inside the door. “Come on in. There's a path.”

Sure enough, between the bears, the gifts, and the luggage she has ready to load into the car, Adrianne has created a path for Jensen from the front door to the tree. “You're insane,” Jensen smiles as she tugs her jacket off, tosses it to the couch, and makes her way through the living room.

With a hum of agreement, Adrianne holds her arms wide to accept Jensen's greeting kiss and then presses a mug into her hands. “Finals done?” she asks, sinking to the floor next to the tree, folding her legs under her while Jensen does the same.

“Yeah,” Jensen nods, letting out a labored sigh before taking a drink. It warms her instantly, allowing her shoulders to relax a little as she stretches her legs around Adrianne's. “I am finished until January.” It feels good just to say that out loud.

While Adrianne tells Jensen about her day, shopping and packing mostly, Jensen tries to listen instead of focusing on the way Adrianne's hair curls around her shoulders and the way her Christmas tee shirt clings to her curves. They've only been dating for about six months; it's ridiculous to be missing her so much before she's even gone.

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Awwww... fic presents!!! <33 You are absolutely awesome for offering this.

I would like to see Jared and Jensen getting stuck with their car in a huge snow storm. Bonus points if they have to wait it out for a few hours, being all trapped, until help can reach them. And super-bonus-points if they have a childish fight about who's fault it is *g*

J2: Trapped in the car during a snow storm 1/1

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The problem is not that, with zero visibility in a fucking blizzard, they are pulled over on the side of the highway, even though they're probably going to get buried and will then have to wait for the highway department to dig them out before they can go home. It's not that it's freezing outside and they're probably going to run out of gas before the snow lets up, either.

The problem is that Jared won't stop tapping his damn hands against the dashboard and it's driving Jensen insane.

“Ya know, if you're gonna do that, you could at least have the courtesy to find a little rhythm,” he snaps after about fifteen minutes of the irritating sound.

Jared shoots him a look from the corner of his eye and does it harder, like a defiant child. “Why don't you stick your head out the window and see if God loves me enough to freeze your lips together.”

With a half snort, Jensen answers with, “Not my fuckin' fault we're stuck out here in the first place, Mr. We Should Go Skiing This Weekend.”

“The weather site said the powder would be awesome!” Jared protests.

The powder is awesome. The foot of it that has fallen since they pulled over twenty minutes ago is fluffy and beautiful. In fact, if they were already at the cabin, Jensen would be loving it. As it is, Jared's idea is pretty fucking stupid.

“Besides,” Jared goes on when Jensen doesn't respond, “you're the one who said we should make some time for each other.”

It's true that they've been working really long hours, both of them, and haven't had much time to just hang out and unwind. “I meant rent a movie and order a pizza, not bundle our asses up and freeze to death on the way to Whistler together!”

“We're not gonna die, ya drama queen,” Jared fires back, rolling his eyes to look out the window. “Why don't you shut your mouth for a minute so you don't use up all our air.”

“I'm the drama queen?” Jensen moves his hand on the door panel and rolls Jared's window down until cold air and snow smack him in the side of the face. “There, have some fresh air so you don't suffocate, Princess.”

Jared just hits his own buttons to roll the window back up and wipes his face with a gloved hand. “You're really startin' to try my patience, Jensen.”

Contrary to popular belief, Jensen doesn't often try to be a pain the ass. Sometimes it just happens. It probably says something about his character that he only wants to be more of a dick when Jared starts calling him on it.

“Could always get out and walk your giant ass to the slopes,” he mutters under his breath, low enough that Jared's really going to have to be listening to hear him.

For a long moment, the cab of the truck is silent. Jared is watching him, Jensen can feel his eyes, but he doesn't say anything.

And then he starts to laugh. It's the kind of laugh that shakes his entire body, tears forming in the corners of his eyes while his voice fills the truck.

After awhile, Jensen can't help but crack a smile, too. It really is stupid – the situation, the fight, everything – so there's really nothing to do but laugh about it.

Once the laughter dies down, Jensen slouches over in his seat and reaches for Jared's hand. Jared leans in, shoulder pressed tight against Jensen's, and they watch the snow falling beyond the windshield. It's peaceful, still, like their life hasn't been for a long time.

“Guess there are worse ways to spend a Friday night,” Jared finally says.

Jensen nods. “Sure. If we get out of this alive, I'll probably let you off the hook.”

He smiles when Jared just growls under his breath and warns, “Don't push your luck.”

[(Anonymous)]

Hi

I would love to see a fic about Jordan (from Disclaimer) and his first boyfriend (I love that kid!) and him asking the Js for advice or Bray grilling the poor bf to see if he's good enough for his best friend. I'm not sure how to make this holiday themed..but if you feel like writing it that would be awesome!

Merry Christmas and a happy new year to you!

Ashleigh

Disclaimer: Brayden is protective when Jordan gets hit on 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

I re-wrote this one so many times and I still didn't get it exactly as you wanted it. I hope you like it anyway. :D
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They're decorating Ollie for the holidays – Danneel is spraying fake snow in the windows. Tom is assembling the tree. Mike says he's setting up the menorah, but he's basically just standing next to it and looking at it. Jensen is trying to untangle about a billion strands of lights – when shouting in the park outside disrupts their silent night.

Exchanging a worried glance, Jensen and Tom jog for the door. It's almost midnight and they closed up early for decorating so there shouldn't be anyone out here in the first place, let alone a couple of someones standing too close under the street lights, too close to trading blows.

“It's none of your goddamn business so just back the fuck off, man!”

“None of my business? He's a fucking douchebag asshole!”

Jordan balls his hand into a fist but Tom catches him before he can raise it. Jensen wraps Brayden up with both arms and gives Jordan a cheeky smile over his shoulder. “What's goin' on, fellas?”

“This fucker just threatened to punch a guy in the mouth for talkin' to me!” Jordan's voice raises but he's not exactly yelling anymore now that Tom is holding him back.

“He's an asshole, for fuck's sake,” is Brayden's only defense. Jensen can feel him struggling but he'll be damned if he's going to let this seventeen-year-old beanpole break his hold.

For a second, he's pretty sure Jordan is going to bust free. They've known him for as long as they've known Brayden and Jensen is pretty sure he's never seen the kid get upset, let alone angry. Right now, he's livid.

“The only asshole I see is you,” he seethes. “I watch you chase every brain dead pair of boobs in a bikini and I don't say a fucking word. One guy talks to me, one guy, and you fucking lose your shit. What the hell gives you the right to tell me who I can fuck around with? Who the fuck are you?”

“He's your best friend,” Tom says, as though the answer should be obvious.

“Man, get off me,” Jordan growls, jerking until Tom lets him go. He's not exactly calm, but Jensen's pretty sure he's not gonna try anything.

Loosening his grip on Brayden, Jensen looks between them while he tries to process what he's seeing. “Somebody wanna fill in the blanks?”

Brayden rolls his shoulders, eyes never leaving Jordan's face. Jordan stares back, making no attempt to speak.

[plasticine-star.livejournal.com]

I hope you're feeling better now.

I swore to myself I wasn't going to ask for disclaimer ficlet but I'm sick and I'm totally blaming the antibiotics for this.

So... Disclaimer boys + Christmas tree/decorating the house.

Also, you are totally awesome for doing this.

Disclaimer: The guy buy their first tree together 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Jensen’s is fidgeting. Jared’s pretty sure that Jensen is noticing the way Jared is watching him fidget, but he’s not stopping. He’s got one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his thigh, thumping a disjointed rhythm along with the radio. At least, Jared thinks it’s supposed to be along with the radio; frankly, it just looks like he’s having muscle spasms.

“Dude, what is wrong with you?” he finally asks when they’re about three miles from home.

Shooting a sidelong look in Jared’s direction, Jensen shakes his head and rests his elbow in the window, his fingers toying with the ring in his eyebrow like he always does when he’s nervous about something. “I’m good,” he lies.

When he passes the exit to their apartment, Jared shifts in his seat and raises an eyebrow. “You forget how to get home?” he asks, thumb pointing over his shoulder.

“Errand to run,” Jensen explains. He’s gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles are turning white.

Something is very, very wrong but Jared doesn’t even pretend to know where to start figuring out what it is. Jensen is never this shifty – hyperactive and spastic at times, sure, but never like this – so he’s getting a little freaked out.

The parking lot in front of the Christmas tree farm is almost empty, the few cars there parked at odd angles, when they pull in and Jensen kills the engine. Letting out a heavy sigh, he leans forward and rests his forehead on the steering wheel.

“Are we getting a Christmas tree?” Jared asks, watching one of the employees light a cigarette at the corner of the parking lot.

Jensen turns on him like Jared asked him to shave his head and start wearing a tie. “Look, I know it’s dorky or whatever, okay? I just. We have this place now, and I thought. Fuck, I don’t know what I thought. This is dumb.”

Covering Jensen’s hand with his own, Jared stops him from starting the car. “It’s not dorky,” he says, pulling back to lean against the window. “I love Christmas.”

From the skeptical look Jensen is shooting his direction, Jared can tell that he doesn’t believe it. The truth is that, for most of his life, Christmas has been the one time of year when people act like they want him around. If his foster family sucked, his friends’ families would invite him over. They always found a way to make extra room for him at the holidays.

Jensen just huffs and shakes his head. “Just when I think I have you figured out,” he mutters, climbing out of the car and waiting for Jared to join him.

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I want J2 reunion fic. Like, they're seperated for whatever reason and then reuniting and it's glorious and schmoopy and loving and sexy. You get it. ANYWAY! Disclaimer or not, your choice.

J2: Reunion after three months apart 1/2

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A few months ago, Jensen spent a couple of nights sitting at this bar, trading rounds and conversation with a guy in a pink, striped shirt and a black, knitted hat. He’d never met someone who laughed so openly, spoke so freely, smiled so deeply. It was refreshing, filled places in his chest that Jensen forgot to notice were empty, renewed his hope that maybe every guy in the world wasn’t either stupid or annoying.

“I wish I could, but I’m leaving the country on business tomorrow, were the hardest words to push out when the guy, Jared, asked him to dinner. It was the first time he’d ever regretted telling someone the truth.

Ordering another draught, he tries not to look at the door every time the bell rings to signal a new patron, wishes for the millionth time that Jared had given him a phone number instead of saying, Why don’t you just stop by when you get back and we’ll see if we meet up again? Jensen’s days in Europe were busy, but he’d found plenty of time to think of Jared at night.

When he pushes through the door, Jensen has to blink a few times. He seems taller somehow, broader, more lifelike than Jensen’s memory allowed him to be. He’s vibrant like an old movie digitally remastered, the grainy bits around the edges filled in and sharpened.

Another guy follows, tawny and thin, draped over Jared’s back as he whispers something against his ear. There is no reason for Jensen to feel jealous or possessive, but he does. He spent a few hours, spread out over two nights, talking to Jared. That’s hardly enough to cement a bond that can last through three months of radio silence.

The waitress brings his beer, tells him this one’s on the guy at the bar, leaves before Jensen can process her words. Glancing up at the bar, he finds Jared pretending to listen to his companion while his eyes drift over to Jensen. His smile stretches blindingly across his face as he stands, smoothes one hand over the thigh of his jeans and cups the other against his friend’s shoulder.

Settling into the booth across from Jensen without waiting for an invitation, Jared spreads his arm over the back of the bench, stretches his legs until his shoe brushes the inside of Jensen’s ankle. “How was Europe?” he asks, tone easy like they’re best friends or something.

Jensen nods, wills his shoulders to relax as he leans into his own seat and mimicks Jared’s laid back posture. “Had its moments,” he answers with a shrug. “How ‘bout here? I miss anything important?” He doesn’t tack on the other than you because that would be creepy and ridiculous.

“Nothin’ major,” Jared says with a shake of his head. Jensen thinks his hair might be longer than it was before but that could be another memory trick. “Met someone,” he adds.

“Yeah?”

God, he hopes that he sounds reasonably interested. In reality, he’s clenching his fist against his thigh but his logical brain is telling him to stop being an idiot and act like a grown man. Jared had absolutely no reason to wait around for him.

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Creative Controle
Presents under the Tree

Creative Control: Presents under the tree 1/1

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Either Jared thinks he's sneaky or he thinks Jensen is dumb. Jensen's not really amused with either option.

“You ready for lunch?” he asks, showing up on the set of Jared's latest movie to find Jared sitting next to the director, both critically considering the living room set up they're supposed to start shooting.

“I will be,” Jared answers, distractedly looping an arm out to secure it tight around Jensen's waist, tugging him in until their shoulders brush. “Soon as someone decides to follow some simple instructions!” His voice raises a little on the end; Jensen hates it when Jared's voice raises. Jared is big and slightly terrifying when he's angry.

Pulling away, he steps to his left, folding his arms next to the PA for this project, a guy Jensen used to work with a lot named Matt. He's good, as good as Jensen, so Jensen knows that this is probably more on Jared or the director than it is on the stage hands and assistants.

“What's goin' on?” he asks.

Matt huffs. “Had 'em redecorate the tree four times. Now that it's to their liking, the gifts are piled wrong.”

“So get in there an fix 'em,” Jensen suggests, his stomach grumbling as a reminder that he hasn't eaten yet today.

“They've fired everyone who's fucked it up so far. I ain't touchin' that thing.”

“Oh, for fuck's sake,” Jensen sighs, moving back to Jared's side. With a hand on his shoulder, he leans in and asks, “What's wrong with the damn presents, Jared?”

“Everything.”

“That's helpful.” Rolling his eyes, Jensen pushes his sleeves up to his elbows and walks over to the tree on the corner of the set. He drops to his knees and rearranges the presents until they're exactly as the ones he arranged in their living room at home. Occasionally, he calls for a bow or turns a box a little to catch the light, but it only takes him about ten minutes. If Jared doesn't like it, it's not like he can fire Jensen.

Which is, coincidentally, why he insists on not working with the guy since they started dating. Getting fired by his boyfriend would put a serious kink in their relationship, and not the kind of kink that Jared is so very fond of, either.

Wiping the dust off his hands, he makes his way over to Jared's chair, only to have Jared grab his tee shirt in a fist and pull him forward, kissing him fast and dirty. “You're a genius.”

Jensen turns to find Matt smirking at him. “He said you'd do it the way he wanted it when you got here,” he informs Jensen.

As much as he'd like to be upset that Jared thinks he's so easily played, Jensen isn't surprised by the revelation.

They break for lunch, Jared threatening anyone's job who so much as breathes near the tree before rising to his feet and making his way over to Jensen. “What?” he asks when he finds Jensen glaring at him and Matt laughing. Then, with a sly grin, he adds, “If you weren't so stubborn, I wouldn't have to be sneaky.”

Jensen lets Jared throw an arm around his shoulder, leading him off of the sound stage. “Oh, you're not as sneaky as you think you are.”

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I don't know if you're still taking requests--feel free to ignore this if you don't want to do it. But I'd love Disclaimer Hanukkah fic. Or Solstice fic. Or some other random winter non-Christian-holiday fic.

Disclaimer: Jensen helps Tom surprise Mike for Hanukkah 1/1

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“The hell is that?” Jensen asks, nose turned up as Tom drops a plate onto the sketch Jensen is working on.

“It's Mike's grandmother's latke,” he explains.

“Does she know you stole it?”

Tom nudges his shoulder, worried grin on his face. “C'mon, man, you gotta try it. I gotta know if it's okay.”

“Dude, I don't know how it's supposed to taste,” Jensen points out. He loves Tom, really he does, but the latke does not look appetizing and Jensen's not about to risk his digestive health on it. “Ask Mike.”

With a sigh, Tom flops down in the chair at Mike's desk. “It's supposed to be a surprise. We're hosting his family for one of the nights of Hanukkah this year and I wanna make some of their favorite dishes.”

As awful as it probably sounds, being as Mike's one of his closest friends, sometimes Jensen forgets that he's Jewish. He always spends Christmas at Jensen's place, but so do most of their friends so it's not like that tips him off. He forgets that Sophia and Danneel celebrate the Winter Solstice, too. Everyone just always shows up on the 25th and eats too much. By five or six, Jensen forgets what holiday he celebrates, most years.

“This your first time meetin' 'em?” Jensen asks. Tom nods and Jensen pushes the plate away before the smell of charred oil and potatoes makes him nauseous.

Tom and Mike have been fooling around for years but this is the first Christmas that they're officially, really a couple. As disgusting and Jensen finds them most of the time, he can't deny this is a pretty big deal. It's nice to see Tom taking it seriously, even if he is a neurotic fuckhead about it.

Pushing back from his desk, Jensen stands and grabs his key from the basket under the window. “C'mon,” he says, waiting for Tom to join him. “Let's run down to that kosher market on the Boulevard and see if they can help you out.”

Tom follows him, grinning from ear to ear, through the store and out the front door, where he nearly collides with Jared. “Sorry, man,” he apologizes quickly.

Jared looks between Jensen and Tom, brow raising in concern. “Am I gonna get a call to come bail y'all out?”

Grabbing a quick kiss, Jensen spins his keyring on his finger and explains, “We're goin' to get Hanukkah food.”

“Of course you are.” Jared doesn't look any less confused.

“So I can finally win some brownie points with Mike's family,” Tom fills in the blanks.

With a nod, Jared snakes a hand into Jensen's back pocket. “You can't cook,” he points out simply, though Jensen can see a million other insults and barbs on the tip of his tongue. Jared likes Tom, but there's some weird, competitive thing going on there that he's never really understood.

“That's why Jensen is helping me.”

There's no real tension here, but there's enough of something uncomfortable that Jensen feels the need to divert it. “Why don't you go ask Danneel what she does for Solstice while we're gone? I'm thinkin' maybe this year we try to incorporate everyone's beliefs into our party?”

One of Jensen's favorite things about Jared is that he knows how to read Jensen's cues and when to back off. Well, most of the time he knows. With a nod and another quick kiss, he heads inside and leaves Jensen to lead the way to the parking lot.

Tom's quiet for a long time, almost the entire drive to the market. When he does speak, he sounds worried. “Do you think this'll work at all?”

Sighing, Jensen pulls the car into the parking lot and kills the engine. He'd like to lie and tell Tom that it'll be awesome and everything will work out. He knows from experience that it doesn't always happen like that.

“I think Mike'll be blown the fuck away that you're trying. He's the one that matters in all this, ya know?”

Tom's smile says everything that his words don't. Even if his family hates it, Mike will still love him. That's enough.