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To the Stars and Back. "You're not gonna get away with this."

LOL I totally just posted one of these, too. Lets boost our writing mojo! :D

Fic: Sweet Touch (http://cleflink.livejournal.com/38460.html)
Prompt: finger licking good

Fic: Photo Ninja
Prompt: Busted

:)

Edited 2012-08-07 17:22 (UTC)

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"No. You. Don't."

"I'm pretty sure I do." Jared flashed a hopeful smile, which was somehow still charming even when he was covered in blood (his) and brown ichor (not his). "Come on, Jensen! How am I going to be a colony agent if I can't talk the talk? You're supposed to be teaching me this stuff."

"Jared," Jensen sighed. "While I am pleased to see that you're interested in becoming less completely useless, there is no planet in the solar system on which the ability to say 'you're not gonna get away with this' in Swas is a vital skill."

Jared's expression shifted into open-mouthed horror. "Jensen Ackles, bite your tongue! Of course it's vital! It's the most vitally vital thing to ever vital!"

"Okay, now you're just being ridiculous."

"Jensen." Jared took Jensen's hands in his own, taking care to avoid the stub of the thumb that Jensen was going to have to have grafted back on. Thank god for alien tech. "Can't you just tell me? I swear I'll go back to learning the boring stuff after."

Jensen rolled his eyes. "First off, I really don't see how 'hands up or I shoot' is boring. And second, you have the terrible tendency to taunt people who have you tied up at gunpoint which is bad enough when they can't understand what you're saying. I don't really feel like watching you get shot any more than you already do."

Jared sniffed haughtily. "Oh ye of little faith. I can totally taunt people and not get shot. Remember that time on Pluto with the Mork smuggling thing?"

Despite himself, Jensen had to grin. "Okay, that was pretty awesome. Doesn't make up for you getting yourself jettisoned into space off that Frnjish ship, though."

"Eh, that's part of the fun. Will you tell me if I promise not to say it at our wedding?"

Jensen sighed heavily. "Hwkate pa korb," he told him.

"Hwkate pa korb?" Jared tried, mangling the accent entirely.

"I despair of you completely."

Jared beamed at him. "You do realize that you're going to have to teach me this in every language now, right?"

"Lasik we," Jensen said, with the accompanying hand gesture.

Jared laughed. "You too, princess. Come on, let's go get cleaned up."

If nothing else, Jensen thought as he let Jared pull him to his feet, Jared was always going to be able to swear like a native.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! ILU.

It cracks me up how flatly Jensen always talks to him and Jared is so earnest and goofy and deflects Jensen's bad mood all the time. Thank youuuuuu!

Writing-fu +10 exp.! *grins*

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"What part of 'get the fuck out of my kitchen' do you not understand, Jared?"

"But…" Jared lingered awkwardly in the doorway, twisting his fingers in the hem of his shirt to keep them out of trouble.

Jensen shot him an unamused look over the chaotic shambles of the kitchen counter. There were dirty pans everywhere, boxes of ingredients shoved into the corner and a blob of butter smeared alongside the sink. A cutting board piled high with diced vegetables sat waiting next to a pot on the stove and Jared's stomach grumbled faintly at the smell of cooking beef. Jensen's apron was liberally dusted with corn meal, as was the countertop, his shirt sleeves and, judging from the extent of the mess, probably the floor. He had both hands buried in a bowl of bread dough and was kneading at it with a lack of finesse that made Jared want to cringe.

"Stop it," Jensen said, and Jared belatedly realized that he had started forward again, hands reaching automatically for the stove. "For the last time, I am making you dinner and you are not allowed to help."

"Can't I just-"

"No." Jensen huffed out a sigh. "Jared, I am perfectly capable of making chili. And corn bread," he added, when Jared opened his mouth to protest. "Honest. I've done it a hundred times. This is me doing something for you."

"But I want to help," Jared said, aware that he was dangerously close to pouting.

"And I want to do this myself. Tough luck." Jensen's expression softened. "You can help next time, okay?"

Jared nodded reluctantly. "Okay," he said, then added, "But I still brought dessert."

"Good," Jensen grinned. He winked at Jared. "Figured you might have a heart attack if I tried to feed you the store bought stuff, but I can't bake worth a damn. So I'm glad you're on top of things."

Jared considered his options for about half a second, then darted into the kitchen and shut Jensen up with a kiss before he could start bitching about it. He tasted like tomato and spices and Jensen, which was just perfect.

After a moment, Jensen planted a hand on Jared's chest and pushed him away, leaving a powdery handprint behind. "Enough of that," he said with a grin. "I have cooking to do."

"Okay." Jared turned to go back into the living room, then paused. "You're sure you don't…?"

Jensen laughed. It was a fantastic sound. "I'm sure. Now go away."

"Worth a shot," Jared shrugged, then obediently headed back into the living room to wait for Jensen's culinary masterpiece to be completed. He wondered what the cooking channel was showing right now.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee YAY!

First of all: now I'm starving and want chili and corn bread so fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Second of all: SCHMOOPY BOYS OMG

<333

Jensen is totally the straight man to Jared's Costello.

You're welcome, lovely! *hearts*

Mwa ha ha! *cough* I mean, I'm sorry to hear that. If it makes you feel better, I have no chili either.

Kitchen schmoop!

*hugs*

I am also starving and want chili, lol.

This was fun and so sweet. I always love reading about them cooking/baking for one another!

"Jared?" Jensen's voice called from the kitchen, and Jared wandered in to find Jensen sat in front of his laptop, staring at the screen with both eyebrows arched nearly to his hairline.

"Yeah?"

"Did you lend Misha your camera?" Jensen asked. His voice sounded strange.

"Yeah," Jared said, detouring over to the fridge to grab a drink. "The one on his phone broke and god forbid Misha go anywhere without a camera to take pictures of random shoes and stuff."

"And did you wipe the memory chip before you gave it to him?"

"Uh…" Jared pursed his lips in thought. "I don't think so? I never really pay that much attention. You want a Coke?"

"I think you'd better come over here," Jensen said instead of answering, sounding enough like Dean Winchester that Jared immediately shut the fridge and headed over to stand behind Jensen's chair. "Why, what's going… on…"

The computer was open to Misha's Twitter and Jared was horrified to see that their mad costar had posted a collage of photographs labeled 'An Homage to Jensen Ackles from the Camera of Jared Padalecki' right at the top. There were pictures of Jensen barbequing on their back deck, of Jensen's triumphant grin when he beat Jared in a pickup game of basketball, of the curve of Jensen's body as he lazed on the couch, nothing but Jensen, Jensen, Jensen in all his casual, unselfconscious glory. And Jensen hadn't known any of them existed before this exact moment.

Jared was in so much trouble.

"Funny thing," Jensen said, in a dangerously mild tone of voice. Jared wondered if it was too late to start running. "I'm pretty sure I would have noticed you asking to take my picture all those times."

"Probably," Jared agreed, because that was nothing but the truth.

Jensen arched an eyebrow at him. "Anything to say in your defense?"

This would probably have been the ideal time to think of something apologetic and loving to say that would explain to Jensen how he was just too wonderful for Jared to not take pictures of him. Instead, Jared promptly displayed his stunning ability to speak without any meaningful input from his brain when he answered, "At least he didn't post any of the ones of you sleeping?"

The silence that followed made Jared cringe right down to his toes.

"You are sleeping on the couch for the rest of your life," Jensen said finally.

Definitely wiping the memory chip first, next time.

Edited 2012-08-07 21:21 (UTC)

Clearly we all need to have an international chili cook out via skype.

Jared makes Jensen enough sweets to put Willy Wonka to shame and Jensen feels like it's about time he returned the favour.

^_^

1. OH MY GOD you have written original fic and I never even realised. JOY AND HAPPINESS.

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!

I'll have you know, this is the very first time anyone has ever written something that I requested.... I absolutely love it!

At least he didn't post any of the ones of you sleeping?

*falls over with perfectness of line* What are you anyway, some sort of awesome fic robot? We prompted these mere hours ago!

:)

Learn to Glow for Others' Good.

Five stars, no problem.

Superheroes Suck, or The Unfortunately Extraordinary Life of Jensen Ackles

prompt: Even spandex superhero costumes occasionally need a wash. Jared accidentally observes Gunner doing his laundry.

or

Jensen's first day as a Preternatural Law Enforcement Division agent.

or

Absolutely anything you want to write! :D

Hahahahaha oh boys! I also just read the original and my heart clenched then soared at the final lines :D

Yes, I did! Wishful wasn't so awesome (though I am planning on recycling the premise since I rather like it), but I'm pretty pleased with the other two. Joy AND happiness! ^_^

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.

I'm very glad to hear it! I don't do prompt posts nearly often enough so thank you for playing along! I have the nasty tendency to forget to finish stuff if I leave it too long (my wip folder on my hard drive is an excellent example of this) and I was at home being unproductive, so.

Jensen is definitely going to be having words with both Jared and Misha after this (after he gets over being seriously embarrassed by the whole thing).

*hearts*

Jensen is absolutely it for Jared. Which is why he's going to have to find a damn good way to a) apologize and b) do it in such a way that he's still allowed to keep the pictures. ^_~

Hearts!

Ahahaha oh my god, that didn't even occur to me, where was my head even AT. This is better :D

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 ♥

Apologies for the delay!

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Jared was starting to suspect that his older brother was a wizard. It was the only explanation he could come up with for how he'd managed to convince him and Jensen to babysit for an entire weekend while he and Carol went off on some romantic getaway.

Not that Jared didn't like spending time with his niece. She was a five-year old spitfire and Jared was absolutely man enough to admit that she had him wrapped around her little finger. Any other day he'd be happy to take care of her, but it was harder to muster up his usual enthusiasm when Jensen, who wasn't exactly what you'd call good with kids, had to deal with Becca with him.

Especially when Becca was kicking up a screaming fit of absolutely biblical proportions.

"Come on, Becca," Jared said, with more than a little entreaty in his voice. The whole 'don't let them see the fear in your eyes' thing really wasn't working for him right now. "We've got the whole weekend to play! Don't you want to do all the cool stuff that your Mommy and Daddy won't let you do?"

"No!" Becca screamed, which was pretty much the only word Jared had managed to get out of her for a good twenty minutes. Which was maybe better than 'I miss my Mommy!' but not by much.

"We can have ice cream," Jared tried. "And watch Toy Story. And stay up past your bedtime."

"No, no, no, no, no!"

Jared took a deep breath, looking for the quiet space inside him where Becca's distress wasn't thinning out his patience. He'd started learning how to meditate after Jensen's doctor had sat the pair of them down and explained exactly what it meant to be psychically bonded to an empath; Jared was a pretty even tempered guy, but it made him feel better to know that he wouldn't hurt Jensen by accident.

Normally, a screaming kid wouldn't even have shown up on his radar of stuff that made him want to tear his hair out. He had a big family and Jared was used to running around after rugrats of all sizes and temperaments. But he'd never done so while worrying about how all that childish misery was affecting his empathic boyfriend.

All he wanted was for Becca to calm the hell down now before she broke Jensen. Which was clearly working out just great.

"Jared," Jensen said, and Jared twisted around to see Jensen standing a few feet away, watching the proceedings with an expression that - as always - gave no indication of what was going on inside his head.

"Sorry," Jared said sheepishly. "I never would have-" he dodged a flailing leg and raised his voice to be heard over Becca's crying, "-you know. If I'd realized it was going to be like this."

"Smile for me," Jensen said unexpectedly, as though Jared hadn't said a word. Jared offered him a confused little grin and Jensen shook his head. "Properly, Jared."

Completely lost, Jared nevertheless summoned up the brightest grin he could manage considering the fact that his niece was trying to make the Vietnam War look like a heated game of checkers.

Jensen stared at him for a long moment, then nodded, strode forward and knelt down on the floor beside Jared.

"Jens-" Jared started, and nearly swallowed his tongue when Jensen reached out and touched the side of Becca's face.

Becca's tantrum cut off abruptly enough to make Jared's ears ring in the sudden silence. She blinked up at Jensen curiously. "Uncle Jensen?"

"Becca," he said. "Why don't you go play for a while and Uncle Jared and I will come join you in a minute."

"Okay!" Becca said easily. She pushed herself to her feet and rubbed absently at the tear tracks on her face. "Can we have chicken fingers for dinner? And ice cream?"

"We'll see," Jensen said with the same calm confidence in which he said everything. Jared bet that a lot of parents wished they knew how to do that with their own kids. "Go on now."

2/2

Becca dashed off immediately, looking no worse for the wear despite the fact that she'd been flailing on the floor for nearly an hour.

Jared stared at Jensen. "Um?"

"I replaced her unhappiness with a more positive mix of emotions," Jensen said. "She should behave now."

Jared felt his mouth drop open. "You can do that?"

Over their bond, Jared felt the emotional equivalent of Jensen rolling his eyes. It was a pretty common occurrence. "I'm a level five empath, Jared. I could make a serial killer cry if I wanted to."

"I had no idea."

Jensen shrugged. "Why do you think they employ empaths in the government?"

It was a good point. "But if you can calm people down by thinking at them, why don't you just-"

"It disturbs me," Jensen interrupted. "Touching other people's selves. Corrupting emotions. Theirs. Mine."

"Jensen…" Jared reached out and Jensen came easily, fitting in against Jared's side like he'd always been there. "I'm sorry."

Jensen shrugged again. "It's nothing to be sorry over. Keeping one little girl from crying isn't overly harmful. Having you here helps." Amused fondness uncurled in Jared's gut. "They were your emotions, after all."

"Really?" Jared hugged him closer. "And which emotions were those?"

"Easy. I just gave her what your smile feels like."

Edited 2012-08-09 20:41 (UTC)

Apologies for the delay!

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If it wasn't for the no pets policy, Jared would totally live at work.

He trudged down the hallways with his duffel bag over one shoulder, feeling like someone had been beating him with sticks all day. Still, it could have been worse. He'd face planted into his bed after his instructor had released him, napped for a couple of hours then got up and took a shower that felt divine on tired muscles. Beth had stuffed him full of risotto when he'd staggered into the cafeteria wearing his best 'I'm pathetic - love me!' face and Jared had every intention of going back for some cherry pie once he'd got the rest of his chores out of the way.

Which, in this case, meant doing some laundry so he didn't have to show up to work tomorrow in just his boxer shorts. It wouldn't have been the first time, but Jared did try to be at least sort of professional most of the time.

"Hey, Jim," he said as he walked past the man's desk. "How're things?"

Jim took one look at him and rolled his eyes. "We do have a dress code, Padalecki."

"What?" Jared glanced down at his dirt-encrusted jeans, stocking feet and complete lack of shirt. "I've got my security badge on. And there's a gun down the back of my pants."

"Ready for anything, huh?" Jim said dryly.

Jared grinned. "Of course."

"Is that really the kind of bullshit they're teaching you upstairs?"

"Among other things." Jared hoisted his bag higher and waved a hand. "Gotta go. See you for the game on Thursday?"

"Only if you promise to wear a shirt."

"Does that mean pants are optional?"

Jim buried his head in his hands and Jared hurried down the hall before Jim could throw something at him. He swiped his security card to get into the laundry room and stepped into the smell of warm fabric and citrus.

The room wasn't empty. A guy Jared didn't know was leaning against the washing machine, legs crossed at the ankles and his nose buried in a book. He was about Jared's size, with dark shaggy hair and a seriously impressive work-out regime.

"Hi," Jared said and the guy looked up.

"Hey," he greeted, with a movie star smile. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Jared grinned back. "No worries. I think I've more than earned the right to stand around doing nothing."

The guy tilted his head, eying the scattering of bruises all over Jared's torso with an understanding little smile. "Field training?"

"How'd you guess?" Jared dropped his duffel bag on the counter with a groan. "I'm starting to think the army would have been the easier option."

"Not as much fun, though."

"Gotta agree with you there, man."

The guy returned to his book and an easy silence fell over the room, broken only by the rumble of the washing machine and the flip of pages. Jared amused himself by sorting through the mass of dirty laundry he'd scavenged from his room upstairs. There were enough dress shirts in there to make him look like the uninspired code monkey he was supposed to be, though the severe wear and tear (emphasis on the tear) on them was a little more suspect. The rest of it was mostly jeans and t shirts which somehow managed to be in even worse shape. Jared made a mental note to go clothes shopping this weekend. Again.

Eventually, the washing machine stopped and the guy put aside his book to pull out his sopping wet laundry. He had the same mix of business and casual that Jared did, as well as a truly staggering amount of chaotically green fabric that made both of Jared's eyebrows raise.

"That is a lot of green," he noted innocently.

The guy looked amused. "My favourite colour." He finished dumping his clothes in the basket, then picked it up and started towards the door.

"You're not using the dryer?" Jared couldn't help but ask.

The guy looked amused. "It's not so good for spandex." He dropped Jared a wink. "See you again soon, Jared."

Jared grinned widely. "Oh I'll just bet, Mr. Superhero. And maybe when my boss introduces me to my new partner you'll tell me your name."

"Maybe. Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise." The guy headed for the door, throwing an easy, "Later", over his shoulder as he went.

Left alone in the room, aching, tired and stuck with at least two loads of laundry, Jared couldn't help but laugh in sheer delight. His job was awesome.

*laughs* Jensen may threaten to send some of those pictures in to a calendar company but we all know they're staying in his personal collection. They're such a pair of softies.

Jared's cake is AWESOME. His six-year old nephew is going to be totally jealous.

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