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Please play with me?
I've seen this from a couple of people on my f-list and it's been a LONG time since I did a prompt meme, so!
1. Choose ANY story off my Master Fic List.
b. Give me a prompt (word, song lyrics, event, etc).
iii. PROFIT.
Go?
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1. Choose ANY story off my Master Fic List.
b. Give me a prompt (word, song lyrics, event, etc).
iii. PROFIT.
Go?
Filled Prompts
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2. OH MY GOD I want to say all the things, aha, and I kinda want to reread EVERYTHING having had an excuse to click on your masterlist again. ARGHHH NO TIME NO TIME.
3. um um um *PICKS ONE BLIND* VOLUNTEER FIREMEN DO IT FOR FREE! prompt: say cheese!
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And I hope you weren't looking for a fireman's calendar timestamp because we all know that I never take the easy way out.
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If Jensen had learned anything from two years of dating Jared, it was that firefighters were fucking rowdy in big groups. And they only got worse the more of them you had in one place.
Now, with pretty much the entire firehouse crew stuffed into the bar along with all of Jared and Jensen's other friends and copious amounts of alcohol, Jensen was starting to think he hadn't seen anything yet.
"To the birthday boy!" Mike shouted and the whole room echoed him and threw back whatever drink was closest to hand, whether it was theirs or not. A brief scuffle broke up at the far table and Jensen snapped a picture of Colin half-hanging off Brock's shoulders and yelling at him for stealing his beer. The kid was gonna be mortified when he sobered up; who knew Colin had such a foul mouth?
A shot glass was shoved under Jensen's nose and he jumped as a beaming Jared materialized scant inches away from him. "Jesus, Jared!"
"Shots!" Jared said happily, bright-eyed and already three sheets to the wind. Jensen wasn't at all surprised; Jared had had a lot of birthday shots.
So Jensen smiled and put a steadying hand around Jared's before he could cover both of them in alcohol. "So I see. What is it?"
"Anti-freeze! S'green, just like you." Jared's voice lowered into a whisper that could probably be heard four tables over. "I know it's not easy being green but I still like you green."
"I can't tell if you quoting Kermit the Frog is a sign that I need to cut you off or that you should drink more."
"Enough stalling, Ach-Ackles!" Jared pushed the glass insistently at Jensen's face and Jensen laughed.
"Alright, alright already!" He accepted the shot and threw it back in one long, smooth slide. "Happy?" he asked, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip to catch the last traces of vodka and citrus.
"Not yet," Jared said and that was all the warning Jensen got before he found himself being kissed to within an inch of his life, Jared's broad hands framing his face and the taste of alcohol sharp between them. It was a sloppy, hungry kiss, the kind that would have had Jensen practically tearing off their clothes to get skin to skin if they hadn't been in a very crowded bar full of very drunk firefighters who were already far too invested in his and Jared's relationship for Jensen's continued mental well being.
"No," Jared whined when Jensen pulled back. "Jen…"
Jensen cuffed him lightly upside the head. "Later. Unless you want to end up naked on the cover of this week's paper. And no, that is not an option."
Jared pouted at him. "It's my birthday. You're supposed to do what I want."
"Afraid not, sunshine. But I can help you remember this in the morning. Come here."
Jensen hooked an arm around Jared's shoulders and reeled him in close. He held up the camera in the general direction of their heads. "Say cheese!"
"Cheese!" Jared parroted obediently and the flash nearly blinded them both when it went off. "I'm gonna go drink more," Jared told Jensen, with the profound gravity characteristic of the very drunk. He dropped a messy kiss on Jensen's nose, grinned broadly and bounded off.
"Jared!" Tom's voice exclaimed and Jensen glanced over to see Jared being pulled down in front of a double line of shot glasses by Tom and some guy Jensen didn't know. "Why aren't you drinking?"
Jensen rolled his eyes, paused briefly when it made the room spin, then lifted the camera to zoom in on Jared picking up the first glass. He was going to have to peel Jared off the floor to get him out of here, Christ.
At least the promise of day-after-Jared's-birthday sex and the fire truck-shaped birthday cake in their fridge ought to give Jared something to look forward to when he felt like dying in the morning. And in the meantime, Jensen was getting some absolutely fabulous blackmail material.
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He dropped a messy kiss on Jensen's nose, grinned broadly and bounded off.
Oh godddddddddddd <33333333333333333333333333333
Also a FIRE TRUCK-SHAPED CAKE ahahahahahahahaha OH JARED ♥
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Jared's cake is AWESOME. His six-year old nephew is going to be totally jealous.