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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...

this is sort of all over the place, sorry :(

Date: 2011-05-17 04:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tiptoe39.livejournal.com
This is the second time he's been in. Fucking old-school editors, don't trust the PDF process, have to look at the plates themselves. For the way he's acting, Jensen ought to be an old guy with a cane and a flask of whiskey by his side at all times.

But he's not old. He's very not-old. And he's messing with Jared's concentration with every minute nod or shake of his head. Such sharp eyes, catching every speck of dust on the press, every minute error in spacing or cropping. "The page isn't centered," he says, scowling, his round mouth puckering into a pout. "The crop margins are here, so why is the crop being done over here?"

Jared wants to snap at him, to say "because I don't have super-microscopic vision like you do" or "because I've been working ten hours today on thirteen different projects," but all he says is "sure, I'll adjust that." He makes a note of the plate number and pulls it off the machine.

"One sec." Jensen grabs for the plate. "Let me see that." His hand catches on the corner of it, just above Jared's hand, and Jared's whirled around to face him, his boots scuffing on the concrete floor of the print house.

Staring down into Jensen's face, Jared can suddenly see the severity there, the age that he was missing from only a few feet away. "Sure," he says, and as an afterthought, "You look tired."

"So do you," Jensen says, and though he's got hold of the plate now he's not looking at it; he's looking at Jared's brow, the way it furrows, the way his jaw tenses as though trying desperately to hold his features together.

Jared forces a shrug. "Late nights."

"Me, too." Jensen's look is like a magnet. "I, uh... the plate is fine as it is. It can be a little off-center."

"No, no, we'll fix it," Jared assures him. "I just have to pop up to the office for two seconds to adjust--"

"Don't."

Jensen's hand lands on Jared's wrist. "It's OK. Really."

Printers whirr in the background. "But... you're such a perfectionist."

"Am I?" Jensen gives a self-deprecating little chuckle. "I'm just always afraid I'm gonna let something slip through."

"That explains the iron fist." Jared's eyes are on Jensen's hand on his wrist, which maybe sends the wrong message.

Or maybe the right one. Jensen's grip tightens. "Why do you think I came back down here?" he says. There's a determination to his features now that Jared didn't see before, not even when he was examining the plate.

Jared's muscles are going slack. "Figured you didn't trust me?"

Jensen growls. "Don't want to let you slip away."

The plate dangles between two fingers; Jensen's other hand yanks on Jared's arm, pulls him down, and they're very close, face to face, close enough for Jared to see the intent etched on Jensen's features clear as bright headline type. "Really?" he says, and the corner of his mouth turns up into a smile. For a moment he thinks he's about to get kissed.

But Jensen averts his eyes, lets go. "Sorry," he says. "I'm not so good at this."

Jared stares at him a minute. "The plate?" he says, his voice shaking.

"Right." Jensen makes a show of staring at the plate for another moment, then holds it out for Jared to take.

Jared reaches right past the plate and grabs the socially awkward editor behind it. His mouth comes down on Jensen's with the kind of confidence that comes naturally to him, the kind of insistence that he has to tamp down in order to work with these kinds of people. But work is one thing and this is another, this is Jensen's free arm going around his neck, pulling his face in to taste more, go deeper into this kiss that's crushing them. This is electricity, chemistry. This is perfection.

Jensen's glazed eyes staring into his after they part tell Jared he thinks so, too.

Re: this is sort of all over the place, sorry :(

Date: 2011-05-17 05:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peppervl.livejournal.com
Eeeeeeee!

Also, why is there no Jared in my print shop?

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