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Give me an AU and i will write a J2 kiss in that AU.
Inspired cause I read good J2 AUs yesterday.
You don't actually have to do this, but I had a whim.
EDIT: (O.o) o hai thar explosion of love!!! I will get to as many of these as I can. :D Feel free to run with a prompt if it gives you an idea too <3
EDIT 2: All prompts answered; prompting bar closed! *flops* Wow, you guys do work a girl hard <3 Hope you liked...
Inspired cause I read good J2 AUs yesterday.
You don't actually have to do this, but I had a whim.
EDIT: (O.o) o hai thar explosion of love!!! I will get to as many of these as I can. :D Feel free to run with a prompt if it gives you an idea too <3
EDIT 2: All prompts answered; prompting bar closed! *flops* Wow, you guys do work a girl hard <3 Hope you liked...
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To Jared, grinning broadly, tall as the Empire State Building in his tuxedo, waving at him as he enters the ballroom and cementing in Jensen's heart exactly what it is he's been feeling all this time.
It takes him all night, and hours of painful staring and awkward small talk, but he eventually turns to Jared and says, "Can I ask you something weird?"
Jared's face goes blank and his smile fades. "Sure?"
"Would you, uh..." Jensen looks at the dance floor. "...dance with me?"
He sees the urge to chuckle rise up in Jared's face, then die again when he realizes Jensen is dead serious.
"Sure," he says uncertainly, "of course."
There are suspicious and amused glances, here and there, but they all fade the minute Jared slides his arms around Jensen's shoulders and grins at him. "I'll be the girl."
"You're not the girl," Jensen says crossly, and Jared just laughs again. "I'm serious. I don't want to pretend I'm dancing with a girl, Jay. I want to be dancing with you."
It's only after he says it that he realizes just how bold it sounds. Blood rushes to his face. Jared's smile disappears again, and Jensen scrambles to backslide. "Um, I mean--"
"I know what you mean," Jared says. His voice is strangely dark.
Jensen tastes bile in his throat. He's just fucked up four years of friendship with one stupid request for a three-minute dance and--
"Stop it." Jared butts his head against Jensen's briefly, just hard enough to hurt. "Stop overthinking. Look, I get it, you're a cautious guy. But I'm kind of sick of waiting for you."
His head is swimming. Jensen can't even get his eyes to focus now. "Waiting for what?"
Jared heaves a melodramatic, long-suffering sigh. "For this," he says, and leans down and kisses Jensen on the mouth.
It's wet. Wet and long and oh god it's sweet, it's good like Jensen never imagined, with Jared's lips soft and yielding, tender, and the tinsel and sequins of the dance dimming behind Jensen's fast closing eyes as sparkles erupt in his brain instead. And then as soon as it starts, it's over, and his lips tingle and Jared's still frowning at him.
"Just in case you didn't get that," Jared deadpans, "I've had a crush on you since about the second day of freshman year, and I sat through all your girlfriends and all your identity crises because I love you. So if you're not ready to hear that, tough. Everyone else in this room knows it, and you're the last to find out. So news flash, Jen. I love you."
Jensen thinks he says something, but the sudden explosion of applause around him drowns it out.
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♥ ♥ ♥
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SO PERFECT.
*kowtows at your shrine*
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