Last call!

[cleflink]

Hi, hi! So I'm going cabining this weekend and won't have Internet but would still like something to do. SO! If anyone still wants to make a timestamp request here I shall love you forever for it. And you get a ficbit out of it - ISN'T THAT AWESOME?

Anyone at all can make a request (even you, Mum), even if I don't know you or you usually lurk or whatever. Multiple requests from the same person are just fine as are requests for a story that I've already written a timestamp for.

Have at it! ^_^

Comments

[blackrabbit42.livejournal.com]

My goodness! It's like Christmas around here lately!

I'd love to see more of "They say I'm a dreamer".

:)

[cleflink.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to convince myself that I can, in fact, write at a speed faster than backwards. *wry*

Any specific prompt you want to include?

[blackrabbit42.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... What I would love to see is Jensen trying really hard to do something totally out of his comfort zone for Jared. Maybe he wants to do it all on his own without help from their friends so it's a surprise? I don't know if that's too specific, or not specific enough, LOL.

:)

[cleflink.livejournal.com]

Do not panic, Jensen told himself firmly. Do not panic, do not panic…

The door opened.

"Jensen," Jared's mama said, sounding pleased but confused. "What a surprise!"

Jensen opened his mouth to deliver his pre-prepared greeting and was absolutely mortified when all he managed was a feeble, "H-hi, Mrs. P."

"Sherri," she reminded him, for the hundredth time. Jensen sort of hoped that she gave up soon since his brain clearly wasn't getting the message. She took a single look at him, nervous and awkward on her front porch, and pulled the door open wider. "Come in, come in. Jerry's working in the garden but I'm sure he'll be happy to see you. You did want to talk to both of us, I assume?"

"I-" Jensen tried, completely overwhelmed by the ruthlessly efficient way in which she bustled him into the house, divested him of his coat and shoes and steered him into the living room.

"Thought so. Now you just sit here for a moment and I'll get you something to drink. Coffee okay?"

"Yes, I-"

Sherri vanished into the kitchen and, for wont of anything better to do, Jensen sat on the couch and stared at the floor until she came back, coffee in hand and Jared's papa at her heels. There was the requisite minor chaos of getting settled, accepting drinks and exchanging pleasantries and then Jensen abruptly realized that he was sitting - alone, no Jared warm at his side - in Jared's parents house, while Mr. and Mrs. Padalecki smiled at him encouragingly. His mind went blank.

Stop panicking, he told himself firmly. Stop panicking, stop panicking, stop…"

"I, uh," Jensen started and middled and, eventually, ended. His hands were shaking, he noticed absently. He put down his mug before he could drop it and clasped his hands tightly together. "Sorry for just showing up but I didn't want Jared to… I mean, I was going to ask him but I thought it was maybe better if… I mean, if first I…" Jensen hated himself. He tried again, slowly. "To ask you. First. Before he gets too… Jared."

"Son," Jared's papa gravely. Jared could never have pulled off that sober tone but the way Mr. Padalecki's mouth curled up at the edges like he just couldn't help but smile was exactly like his son. "Are you asking for our permission to marry Jared?"

"No!" Jensen said immediately, then, "Well, no. Not right now. Because Jared wouldn't… and that's, I can't-"

Jared's parents waited while Jensen fought the impulse to start hyperventilating, infinitely patient with him. Just like Jared. Jensen didn't know what he'd done to deserve any of them.

And that was why he was here in the first place, so he screwed up his breath and his courage and blurted, "I want you to meet my parents. For dinner. Please. Because he, Jared… he's it for me. And I thought you might want to know them in case… yeah. They're, um, looking forward to it?"

Jensen was blushing to the tips of his ears by the time he stammered to a stop and he fidgeted anxiously, not quite daring to look away from his white-knuckled hands.

"We'd love to meet your parents, Jensen," Jared's mama said, dimples in her smile, and Jensen glanced up warily. The fond, approving looks that she and her husband were giving him only made Jensen blush harder.

"Oh. Y-you're sure you-?"

"Of course," Jared's mama said, still smiling. "You know we love you, Jensen. I'm sure we'll love your parents just as much."

Jared's papa nodded. "Although you've got one thing wrong. " he said and Jensen just about died.

"Wh-wh-"

"Jared would. If you asked." Mr. Padalecki winked. "So get on that, you hear?"

"Yes, sir," Jensen managed and proceeded to clam up for the rest of his visit. Jared's parents filled in the silence effortlessly; Jared had warned them about that right from the start and they'd always been good about putting up with Jensen's… failings. Jensen was absolutely certain that there wasn't a luckier person (imaginary or otherwise) on the world than him.

He was already looking forward to seeing Jared's face when he told them what they were doing for Thanksgiving. And maybe one day he'd get up the nerve to go ring shopping, after all.