FILLED. J2, PG-13 for language. Yeah, this turned out way less slashy than I wanted it to be. And longer. And it's unbeta'd, so all mistakes are my own. RIP, Harley
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The moment that Jared had opened his front door, he had been bowled over, as usual, by Harley, who, at a hundred and twenty pounds, was big enough to nearly knock him over-no small feat, given that Jared had about a hundred pounds and a foot on the mutt. Sadie, following closely behind, got her paws on his belt and dragged him down, licking sloppy kisses on his face and his ear and his hair and managing to actually French him before he could get her off of him.
“Harley, Sadie, down! Down-eurgh-“
Behind him, Jensen was laughing, an all-out belly laugh, and Jared, distantly, began to wonder if maybe this time would be different, because that had never happened before. Usually there was an uncomfortable silence, or nervous laughter, or, more rarely, screams of terror followed by running and the starting of a car engine. This, however, got his hopes up that maybe this time, Jensen wouldn’t run away, and they could live happily ever after in his house and get married and adopt a baby and maybe another dog and
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Sadie, now feeling left out, turned her attention on Jensen, her head cocked to one side and one ear pricking up. Jared turned enough to see Jensen approach and crouch right in front of her, reaching out to rub behind her ears.
“You’re Sadie, huh? You look like a good girl. You a good girl, Sadie? You a good girl?” Holy. Shit. Jensen-Jensen was cooing. He was honest-to-God cooing at Sadie, and rubbing her snout with his nose, and scratching her behind the ears, and Jared felt like he’d died and gone to heaven, because really, no one could possibly be this perfect
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Awr, dogs are AWESOME, and these dogs here are so bloody lovely I'm not surprised :). I miss having a dog terribly, but have not lived anywhere suitable for a while. And other reasons, but yes. Dogs <3.
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The moment that Jared had opened his front door, he had been bowled over, as usual, by Harley, who, at a hundred and twenty pounds, was big enough to nearly knock him over-no small feat, given that Jared had about a hundred pounds and a foot on the mutt. Sadie, following closely behind, got her paws on his belt and dragged him down, licking sloppy kisses on his face and his ear and his hair and managing to actually French him before he could get her off of him.
“Harley, Sadie, down! Down-eurgh-“
Behind him, Jensen was laughing, an all-out belly laugh, and Jared, distantly, began to wonder if maybe this time would be different, because that had never happened before. Usually there was an uncomfortable silence, or nervous laughter, or, more rarely, screams of terror followed by running and the starting of a car engine. This, however, got his hopes up that maybe this time, Jensen wouldn’t run away, and they could live happily ever after in his house and get married and adopt a baby and maybe another dog and ( ... )
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“You’re Sadie, huh? You look like a good girl. You a good girl, Sadie? You a good girl?” Holy. Shit. Jensen-Jensen was cooing. He was honest-to-God cooing at Sadie, and rubbing her snout with his nose, and scratching her behind the ears, and Jared felt like he’d died and gone to heaven, because really, no one could possibly be this perfect ( ... )
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(Cryptic way of saying, in any J2 EVAR.)
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It makes me so wistful. *brushes away tear*
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Dogs <3
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