HEYA HOTSTUFFS!
I'm bored and feeling kind of unloved here in hell (it's not even the special kind T.T) so to distract me (and you!) I'll take the first eight (random?) people who want alternate POVS on segments of
my fics.
Rules: no timestamps this go round, k? *smeeshes* Give me a specific scene, and i'll write it from the other POV!
XD
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The house's been feeling empty ever since Jensen told him he was moving out, even though Jensen's such a procrastinator he hasn't packed yet. And Jared--idiot--Jared was waiting for this week, because he was hoping so hard it hurt that that meant something. That maybe Jensen doesn't really want to leave. That maybe there'll be a reprieve from staring at all of Jensen's things and trying to imagine them gone.
Minutes tick by on the digital clock. It was such a dumb, Chad-like gift that Jared stared at it for a full sixty seconds waiting for the punchline. But Jensen just grinned, so big and happy that Jared felt like something popped loose when he had to grin back. Jared remembers there was a fleck of nutmeg on Jensen's upper lip, but he doesn't let himself think about why he remembers. Not anymore. He told himself he'd stop.
Stupid fucking publicist. Jared's teeth lock around another painful surge. If there was any, any way he get out of ( ... )
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"That's a stupid fucking reason." It comes out almost as one fierce trembling word, barely out before Jared pushes and pins him to the bed under him, trapping him, keeping him there and saying stay stay stay with every press of his fingertips and every desperately hard angle of his mouth. Jensen clings just as tight, hips trapped under Jared but quivering as he holds himself back, and that just about tops the list in a long line of stupid that's been going on lately ( ... )
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*gasps*
This *pants* was *gasps* MARVELOUS!!!!!!!!!
I adore you. Just so you know. Fucking adore you.
And the stripper clock is made of awesome. \0/
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IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU KNOW! XDDDD
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I'm totally too much drunk of happy gloopiness of this fic to be able to coherently express my utter happiness of the gloopiness of this fic. :D
*glomp*
You rooooooooooooooooooooooock.
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