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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?
Filled Prompts
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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Gratuitous Kitten Pin-Ups (http://cleflink.livejournal.com/32336.html), prompt: just your handy neighbourhood _________
When You're A Professional Pirate (http://cleflink.livejournal.com/50795.html), prompt: I solemnly swear I am up to no good.
aaaaaah getting to do rereads is the best \o/ When I Wore a Younger Man's Clothes (http://cleflink.livejournal.com/42554.html), prompt: just a spoonful of sugar.
-- I am not asking for all of them, prompts are entirely switch-aroundable, this is of course a totally non-selfish comment as you have need of ways to fill your weekend, etc :')
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Pirate!boys prequel ahoy!
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Jared squinted at the poster. "It's not a very good picture," he noted critically.
"It's a wanted poster, Captain," Jensen said, because part of being first mate was apparently being responsible all the time. "It's a good thing if it's not accurate."
"But people are going to think I'm ugly!" Jared pulled the poster off the wall and shoved it at Jensen's face. "It's embarrassing! They're slandering my good name with this… this monstrosity!"
"The resemblance could be closer," was all Jensen said, because it would obviously be too much to ask that Jensen admit he found Jared attractive. The Almighty Lord clearly believed that unrequited love built character.
Jared scowled at the poster. "Dreadful. I'm going to ask the crew," he decided. He started rolling it up. "Maybe one of them will have an idea of how to fix it. Have we picked up anybody who can draw recently?"
"You did hear the part where it's a bad thing if your wanted posters look like you, didn't you?"
"At least the reward is flattering," Jared admitted. He wheeled back to the notice board to look at the other posters. "Higher than most of these others." He grinned proudly. "I'm an awesome pirate."
By this point, Jensen had resigned himself to rolling his eyes heavenward in a not-unfamiliar bid for patience. Jared wondered if Jensen realized just how often he did that.
One of the posters near the bottom caught his eye. "Oh, look! There's one for you too!"
"What?" Jensen snatched the page out of Jared's hands. "Give me that."
Jared leaned over Jensen's shoulder and considered the drawing of Jensen's face. "This one isn't very good either. I'd be surprised if they ever caught anybody with pictures like these."
"Good news for us," Jensen said dryly, though Jared could detect a hint of satisfaction in his voice all the same. It was kind of a rush, being infamous.
"Well we're definitely going to have to do something about that reward." Jared reached down and tapped at the considerably lower number on Jensen's poster. He thrilled a little at the way he had to half-drape himself over Jensen to do so but thankfully managed to keep most of that to himself. "I'm sure we can double that in no time."
Jensen lowered the paper and gave Jared a no-nonsense look from scant inches away. Jared got distracted by his freckles. "We're going to have to discuss this habit you have of looking for trouble, Captain."
"Nonsense," Jared said airily. "You wouldn't want me any other way."
"It is part of your charm," Jensen agreed with a sigh. Jared's heart jumped. "Though right now, I think your charm would be safer on the boat, Captain."
"Ah ah," Jared chided. "I'm not the only one whose charm got him into this situation." He tugged the poster out of Jensen's grip and rolled it up to join his own. "I am absolutely hanging this up in my cabin."
And who knew? Maybe one day he'd get the real thing in there instead.
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THIS MAKES ME REALLY, REALLY HAPPY. Also, oh my god, Jared and getting distracted by Jensen's freckles in inappropriate moments. Also, OH my god Jensen and the considerably lower number. A+++++++++++ would delight in again :D
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*hugs*
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There was a knock on Jensen's bedroom door.
"No," he said, not looking up from his book.
The door opened a moment later and Jensen was entirely unsurprised when Jared's head poked round the corner.
"Whatever happened to 'go away'?"
"It's been usurped by the equally appropriate, entirely unequivocal 'no'," Jensen deadpanned as Jared walked in like he owned the place.
"Keats again?" Jared guessed, with a grin in his voice.
Jensen shook his head and tilted the book so Jared could read the cover. "Wordsworth. And my answer's still 'no'."
"But you don't even know what I was going to say," Jared protested.
"I'm not going to Misha's Halloween party," Jensen clarified and Jared made a face.
"Okay, fine, maybe you do know, but that's no excuse." The mattress dipped dramatically as Jared flung himself down on the bed and Jensen glared at him when he got jostled by the movement.
"Do I need to add the 'go away' in after all?" he demanded.
"Come on, Jensen." Jared settled into what Jensen thought looked like a remarkably uncomfortable position: angled flat on his back in the limited space, head nearly level with Jensen's stomach and legs hooked over the footboard, one foot on the floor. "It'll be fun."
Jensen did what he thought was an admirable job of not reaching out to thread his fingers through Jared's unruly hair. He turned the page instead. "No, it won't. I'm not going. You can tell Misha to go fuck himself sideways."
"Eloquent, but I'm pretty sure that's Vicki's job." Jared snuggled closer and gave Jensen his patented 'hopeful puppy' face. "Please? I've got the most awesome matching costumes and if you make me go by myself I'm going to look like a fool."
"You always look like a fool."
Jared wrinkled his nose at him. "Jackass. But seriously, Bert without Ernie is just dumb. You wouldn't do that to me, would you?"
Jensen lowered his book to give Jared a flat look. "You are not seriously expecting me to dress up like a Sesame Street character."
"Kirk and Spock, actually," Jared said. He grinned. "I just wanted to see you make that face."
Jensen had to admit it. "Okay, that's pretty cool."
Jared brightened. "So you'll come? You're going to look so fucking sexy in the uniform."
"You have a thing about me in other people's clothes, don't you?"
"Not true." Jared leered at him. "I also have a thing for you in no clothes at all."
Jensen rolled his eyes. "My wardrobe and I are deeply offended by that. And still not convinced."
"I can sweeten the deal," Jared said. "Literally and sexually."
Despite himself, Jensen smiled at the eager expression on Jared's face. "Only you would consider obscene amounts of Halloween candy as an effective bribe for anybody over the age of twelve."
"You're just a candy Scrooge. I'll tell Misha I blackmailed you into coming, if you like."
Jensen sighed. "You're not going to let this go, are you?" Jared shook his head and Jensen very deliberately set aside his book. "In that case, I expect a ridiculous number of blowjobs between now and Halloween, and if Misha gloats even once the deal's off."
"Gotcha." Jared rolled over onto his side and gave Jensen an absolutely wicked smile. "Guess I better get started, then."
"I'd say so, yes."
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1/2
If there was one thing that Jared was not going to miss about Afghanistan - besides the obvious - it was how he always seemed to end up with sand in his food.
Chad snorted. "Of all the four million reasons you could hate being on tour, your biggest complaint is that the food is crap? Man the fuck up already, Jared."
"I'm an American citizen," Jared said. "It's my God-given right to have ketchup that isn't gritty."
They were in the mess after several days spent patrolling under the baking hot sun and Jared wanted nothing more than to inhale enough food to shut his stomach up and then collapse in bunk for a few hours of sleep.
"Like fuck it is. Does Jenny know what a prissy princess you've turned into since you joined the army?"
Jared leveled a half-hearted glare at Chad. "Shut up. I'm gonna tell him you called him that."
Chad clapped his hands to his face, mouth rounding out into an 'o'. "Oh, no! Not your violin-playing boyfriend! He might Mozart me to death!"
"Douchebag." This time, Jared's glare was accompanied by a punch in the arm. "He's more than capable of kicking your ass to the curb and you know it."
"The fuck am I going to-" Chad's eyes landed on something over Jared's shoulder and he started out of his chair, arm swinging into a hasty salute.
Jared was on his feet and saluting immediately, even though he didn't have the faintest idea who might be standing behind him. It was entirely possible that Chad was fucking with him - it had happened before - but Jared would rather look like a fool than not give due respect to a superior office.
"At ease, gentlemen," an amused voice said behind him and Jared relaxed as he shifted into parade rest.
"Thank you, sir," he said, turning to face the owner of the voice.
Sergeant Jeff Morgan had been with their unit for nearly all of Jared's tour and he had a reputation for being strict but personable, friendly but professional. They all loved him, Jared included, even if he was the very last person anyone wanted to be reported to for not living up to his very precise standards.
Right now, Sergeant Morgan was standing in front of him, his uniform immaculate and a bundle of tan fur and big eyes cradled in the crook of one arm.
"Private Padalecki," the Sergeant greeted. "Private Murray."
"Sergeant," Chad and Jared answered in tandem, though Jared was the only one to follow that up with an "and Jackles" aimed at the general vicinity of the Sergeant's chest.
Jackles meowed and Jared didn't even bother hiding his grin.
Sergeant Morgan held out the cat. "I believe, Private Padalecki, that this belongs to you."
"Technically, I think she still counts as the unit mascot," Jared said, reaching out for the offered cat regardless. Jackles immediately swarmed up his chest and curled herself over his shoulders, purring insistently into his ear. "Or, one of them, anyway."
"Mm, yes. But only for another month, I believe?"
"26 days," Jared corrected automatically and bit back a wince. Counting down the days in front of his C.O. probably wasn't the brightest idea he'd ever had.
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Sergeant Morgan smiled. "Tired of the sand, are you?"
"Tired of not getting laid, more li-ow!" Chad rubbed at his shin and glared at Jared. "Motherf-"
"Thank you, Private Murray," Sergeant Morgan said, sounding amused again. "That will be all." His attention shifted back to Jared. "So you've got someone waiting at home for you, Private?"
"Yes, sir," Jared said, not elaborating. His orientation wasn't exactly a secret, but that didn't mean it was worth the hassle of making it public knowledge, either.
The understanding in Sergeant Morgan's eyes suggested that he knew what Jared wasn't saying, but chose not to comment. "And do they know you're bringing home four cats with you?"
"Yes, sir. It was quite the challenge getting hi- erm, Jen to agree to it, though." The original deal had actually been for six, but Sasquatch had died not long after Jared found them - too sick to respond to the care he'd been given - and Jenny-Bean had disappeared after somehow sneaking onto one of the jeeps when it went to the closest town.
"I have no doubt." Sergeant Morgan gestured at Jackles. "Try and convince that one to stay out of trouble, you hear me? The airport tarmac is no place for cats."
"Yes, sir," Jared said. "Thank you, sir."
Sergeant Morgan nodded. "As you were," he said, before turning on his heel and leaving the mess.
Jared looked down at Jackles, who was now kneading at the collar of his jacket, and shook his head fondly. "Troublemaker."
Jackles meowed at him, a picture of perfect innocence. Jared didn't believe it for a second.
Jensen wasn't going to know what hit him when they all got home. Jared couldn't wait.