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why yes i am having a love affair with dashes, why do you ask?
It's come to my attention that I fail at keeping things organized. I'm sure none of you are really surprised by this, but I was concerned! People cannot find things on my journal—o woe! So, I decided to do somehting to remedy this horrible, horrible situation. I made a fic journal: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ficerooni. Isn't it so shiny and pretty? Deep down, I am crying tears of pride.
I won't be actually posting the main text of my stories over there, but I'll make sure that everything I write has a link up so anyone out there that wants to play along at home can. Urm,talilov alerted me to the fact that I would be killing anyone who tried to friend the journal, so everything's now happily backdated all the way into September. Never fear!
And now to fully christenficerooni, I present you with fic that made chickypooh kind of cry it was so schmoopy, ahahaah. Beware! Actually, ok, so it's more like three semi-drabbles strung together, but whatever. Also, I am so, so sorry, Miss Dickinson, for this title—but maybe if you were here today, you would approve of the manlove.
The Heart Asks Pleasure First
PG | Jensen/Jared | 453 words
ficerooni. Isn't it so shiny and pretty? Deep down, I am crying tears of pride. I won't be actually posting the main text of my stories over there, but I'll make sure that everything I write has a link up so anyone out there that wants to play along at home can. Urm,
talilov alerted me to the fact that I would be killing anyone who tried to friend the journal, so everything's now happily backdated all the way into September. Never fear!And now to fully christen
ficerooni, I present you with fic that made chickypooh kind of cry it was so schmoopy, ahahaah. Beware! Actually, ok, so it's more like three semi-drabbles strung together, but whatever. Also, I am so, so sorry, Miss Dickinson, for this title—but maybe if you were here today, you would approve of the manlove.PG | Jensen/Jared | 453 words
The rug under Jensen's cheek is scratchy and warm, comfortable enough that his contacts are starting to blur and his eyelids are drooping. Jared's hand is a sweet weight against his side, rubbing up and down, and he can smell heavy smoke and wood in Jared's hair, so close to his nose.
He twitches his thumb over Jared's palm, tracing the fuzzy lines over and over again, even though he's had them memorized for what seems like years. Jared lets out of a soft, contented sound and shifts forward, curving his arm around Jensen's slim waist. He murmurs something too low for Jensen to hear, fingers spreading out over the dip of Jensen's spine like a claim.
Something in Jensen's chest constricts tightly and he has to press his face into the dark curve of Jared's shoulders and try to breathe again. It's like nothing else in the world, Jensen thinks, swallowing hard, laying out on a hard wood floor and being so happy you could burst.:::
A piece of wood finally gives with a crackle in the fireplace, sending up a shower of bright sparks and startling Jensen out of his thoughts. He presses his cold nose to Jared’s neck and watches over his shoulder as the fire burns brighter and higher, red and yellow and orange until the afterimage of fierce beauty is burned into his eyelids.
He watches the fire burn against the inside of his eyelids for a minute, the warm colors muted and purpled, and then Jared’s hand is against the back of his neck, warm and solid. His fingers rub at either side of Jensen’s head, right behind his ears, and he mumbles something else sweet against Jensen’s brow.
Jensen thinks he it might have been I love you, but he just leans in and catches Jared’s lower lip between his own in a soft, lingering kiss. Words are just words, after all, and Jared’s eyelashes—sooty kisses against warm pink cheeks—tell Jensen everything he needs to know.:::
He presses his lips to Jared’s face, soft and chaste, not even really kisses: one to the tip of his nose because Jensen loves it, one to the mole on his right cheek, one to the upturned corner of his mouth, one to the wicked-sharp curve of his jaw, one to the crinkle next to his tiled fox eye.
Jared sighs, breath puffing out against the underside of Jensen’s chin and making him shiver, and one of his fingers trails gently down the line of Jensen’s neck.
This is how they tell each other everything, with sweet kisses and sweeter touches—a secret language that leaves Jensen shuddering and heart-heavy, dizzy on love and Jared’s skin.
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Yay for writing lj!! *celebrates*
PURPLED!! You said it!! < 3
fire burns brighter and higher, red and yellow and orange until the afterimage of fierce beauty is burned into his eyelids.
Awesome line and I love that their luff for each other runs so deep that they don't need words, only sweet kisses. Awww. Lovely. I'm vomitting because of all the sweetness. HAHAHAHA.
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This is how they tell each other everything, with sweet kisses and sweeter touches—a secret language that leaves Jensen shuddering and heart-heavy, dizzy on love and Jared’s skin.
I love that. Oh, boys. ♥
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Still crying, btw. *sniffle* Love you
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Awwwwwwwwww. *melts all over the place*
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I can't even find words, it just makes me so happy!
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*dies from teh adorableness*
That's just so sweet it makes my teeth ache....
Psst...porn's up.
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that reminds me. i have writ your christmas card and such, but, um, i haff no envelope for it. so it's gonna say your present is coming seperately in it, but it will actually be in the box with your present. woops.
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