Ficlets: Four New Year's Kisses (assorted fandoms/pairings/ratings)
150,000 words for the year! \o/
I. CW RPF non-AU, Jensen/Danneel, PG-13
Danneel is wearing this short black dress with a swishy skirt, and her stockings are the old-fashioned kind with seams running up the back like arrows straight up her thighs. Jensen is drunk enough to be staring unabashedly, hands itching to get under her skirt, smooth up to where the seams end and squeeze. He wishes they were alone, even though everyone knows Jensen has trouble keeping his hands off her when he’s drunk. She’s just so gorgeous and warm and there and his, his in a way he still can’t quite believe, her ring glinting as she raises her glass to toast the new year in Denver, the last time zone before it’s really their turn. In the living room people are cheering and taking the excuse to grab a fresh beer, but in the kitchen it’s just Danneel and Gen, chatting together, and Jensen can’t stop staring.
Jared’s arm swings around his shoulders, settling heavy and warm, fingers tugging at the collar of Jensen’s shirt. “Oh my god, you are totally into that girl!” says Jared dramatically. “You have, like, the biggest crush on her! My friend’s friend is in her biology class, if you want me to like, give her a note or whatever.”
Jensen leans into the sweaty heat of Jared’s side. “No way,” he replies. “What if she doesn’t like me like that? I would be devastated.”
Jared looks at him solemnly for a moment. “This is a pretty accurate reflection of your life in high school, isn’t it? Man, I think I’m getting a deep insight into your psyche right now.” He lets go of Jensen’s shoulders to cup his hands around his mouth and holler, “Hey Harris! Ackles has a huuuuuge crush on you!”
Danneel turns, laughing, and blows Jensen a kiss. “Tell him I’ll meet him under the bleachers after third period!” Jensen’s blushing, which is ridiculous, but sometimes he feels like he loves her too much, all full up with it, grinning goofy and unable to stop.
“Happy new year,” Jared says, clinking his bottle against Jensen’s.
“You’re premature,” says Jensen. “I’m sure you’ve heard that before.”
“Lies and falsehoods!” Jared roars.
It’s probably not that funny, but Jensen can’t stop laughing. Jared holds him up, big hand clutching at Jensen’s shoulder, and every time Jensen thinks he’s close to stopping, he looks at Jared’s grin and it sets him off again.
The next hour drags and surges, the new year creeping up on them. At one point there’s a song on the stereo that convinces him it’s a great idea to pull Danneel into his arms and waltz her across the dining room, and he’s still got his arms around her when the crowd around the TV starts the countdown. “Three! Two! One!” they all yell, getting louder with each number. “Happy New Year!”
Danneel cups the back of his neck, drawing him down until their foreheads touch. “Happy New Year, husband,” she says, and she makes it sound so dirty, whispering against his mouth.
“Happy New Year, wife,” he replies, dragging his hands up her back, over the silky fabric of her dress, smooth bare skin so close beneath.
When she kisses him she tastes fruity and sweet, and Jensen sucks at her lips, slides his tongue between them. He lets his hands slip up her sides, molding around her ribs, his thumbs grazing the lower curves of her breasts. She makes a pleased little humming sound in her throat. “You get a little bold when you’re smashed, huh?” she says, nipping his lower lip with her teeth.
“I’m just making it a happy new year,” he tells her, nuzzling at the side of her neck, kissing there and feeling her pulse beat under his lips.
Danneel pulls gently away. “How about we go find the spare bedroom and I’ll show you something even happier?”
II. CW RPF AU, Panda!verse J2, R
They’ve barely seen each other all week, holiday bus schedules making Jensen work days, the zoo’s annual light show keeping Jared out nights. They communicate in post-it notes. “I thought you’d like a home-cooked meal,” says one on a Tupperware container full of chicken stir fry when Jensen opens the fridge on Tuesday morning.
“It was delicious,” Jensen writes in return, sticking the note to the wall above the kitchen sink.
“I was talking to Maggie about the panda cam tonight, and it made me think of you,” says the note stuck to the bathroom mirror on Wednesday.
“I miss watching you,” is Jensen’s reply. “I love you.”
“Ditto,” is all the note says the next morning, with a row of hearts underneath.
Jensen draws a smiley face and leaves it on Jared’s alarm clock when he leaves on Thursday.
“Tonight is all ours!!!!!” says Friday’s note, and Jensen folds it up and sticks it in his pocket, touching the folded shape of it throughout the day and counting down the hours until the end of his shift.
The zoo is closed on New Year’s Eve, presumably to avoid the risk of public drunkenness, and Jared is home when Jensen gets there. He doesn’t even wait for Jensen to take off his coat before pressing him back against the apartment door and kissing him, hard and deep. “I was going to make steaks,” Jared says into his mouth, “but I might just do this instead.” His tongue sweeps over Jensen’s, and Jensen’s knees go weak.
“We could do this after steak,” Jensen sighs, but when Jared bites the lobe of his ear Jensen tilts his head to let him in closer. It’s been five days since they’ve exchanged more than sleepy late-night and early-morning kisses, and it feels like so much longer, all their easy domestic routines disrupted. Before that they were at Jensen’s parents for a nice but hardly private Christmas, bumping into each other in Jensen’s too-small childhood bed, and listening to Jensen’s mom’s sweet but slightly solicitous stories about the lesbian couple who have started attending their church. Jensen wraps his arms around Jared’s waist now and holds on tight.
“The potatoes are gonna boil over,” Jared says. “I should do something about that.”
“Yeah,” Jensen moans, pressing forward with his hips, one of Jared’s thighs sliding teasingly between his. “You should do something about that.”
Jared kisses him one more time, quick and sweet. “Okay, seriously, if I burn down the building, it’s going to be a really bad start to the new year.” He straightens up, his mouth still so smudged and inviting that Jensen has to turn his head away to keep from kissing him again.
“A really bad start,” he echoes. He takes out some of his tension with the potato masher, pounding the potatoes like he wants Jared pounding other things. They sit across the table from each other, and the steak is perfect, rare and juicy, and the potatoes are creamy and smooth, but Jensen keeps getting distracted by Jared’s foot rubbing up his ankle.
Jared talks like he has no idea of the effect he’s having, describing the little kids running through the zoo at night, thrilled by the lights and the animals and being in a place that’s normally closed after dark. “It’s the thrill of the forbidden, you know,” Jared says casually, and his foot makes it up to Jensen’s knee, and Jensen jumps.
He shouldn’t be this turned on when Jared’s telling him endearing stories about zoo patrons, but the heat in Jared’s eyes tells Jensen he’s not the only one.
They make it partway through some relentlessly upbeat New Year’s special full of musical guests Jensen’s never heard of. Jensen is determined to watch the ball drop at midnight, but by 11:30 Jared is kissing him, pushing him down flat on the couch and grabbing at his shirt. At 11:58, Jared’s settled down between his legs, sucking him off slow and wet, and Jensen isn’t thinking about anything but the slide of Jared’s mouth. And as the clock strikes twelve, Jared’s kissing him with a mouthful of his own come.
“Happy New Year, Jensen,” he murmurs.
“Happy New Year,” Jensen agrees.
III. Gilmore Girls, Dean/Rory, G
“This is a terrible idea,” Dean says, as she tugs him toward the town square.
“Where is your sense of adventure? Your joie de vivre?” Rory changes her grip on his hand, holding tighter like Dean might actually make a run for it, as if Dean would make a run for it now, after everything’s that’s happened between them.
“My joie de vivre is at home, watching New Year’s Eve in Times Square, and specifically avoiding all of this.” He gestures at the square, the milling crowd, Taylor flapping his hands and yelling at all the people moving folding chairs.
Rory’s smile is huge, blinding. “You knew Stars Hollow was like this before now. Full of festive, somewhat demented tradition.” There are lights strung up everywhere, white and twinkling, and if Dean didn’t know about the kissing thing that comes next, it would be kind of pretty.
“Places everyone!” Taylor yells into his megaphone. “Two circles! Now! Now! Now! No--” Someone grabs his megaphone and tosses it out the side of the gazebo, and everyone can still hear Taylor shouting, “Lorelai Gilmore! That is an expensive piece of electronic equipment and also town property.”
“Your mother is destroying town property again.”
Rory slides her arm through his, elbows tucked close together through layers of wool coat. “It keeps her out of trouble. Or, well, out of more trouble.”
There are two circles of chairs in the middle of the square, one inside the other, and people are slowly filling them in, men on the outside and women on the inside. “You aren’t bothered by the inherent heterosexism here?” Dean says, trying to hold onto Rory’s arm.
“You can handle it,” she tells him, kissing him on the cheek and slipping out of his grasp. “If you’re quick you can get to me.”
The way the New Year’s Kiss game works is simple. Men in the outer circle and women in the inner circle, and a caller standing in the center. In the half-hour before midnight, the caller calls “Inner!” or “Outer!” and everyone in the circle called has to swap places. And at the stroke of midnight, no matter who you are, no matter who your opposite is, you have to kiss the person directly in front of you in the other circle.
At 11:34 Dean discovers that some people in Stars Hollow take this game really seriously, when Jackson tackles him out of the way of the seat behind Sookie. Rory is still laughing at him four minutes later when he finally slides into the seat behind her again. “You have no idea how hard this is,” he says long-sufferingly.
But then there’s hair pulling in the inner circle at 11:42 and Dean’s pretty sure Gypsy actually punches somebody in the stomach, and after that he would take it back, except that Rory is all the way on the other side of the circle by then.
At 11:55 Dean starts to get a little desperate. Rory is far away, and Taylor is lagging in calling the circles, dragging it out and clearly taking sadistic pleasure in doing it.
At 11:59 everyone starts counting down, and Dean is starting to feel miserably certain that he’s going to end up kissing Miss Patty, and then Taylor calls the inner circle one more time, and Rory slides into the seat in front him, her cheeks and the tip of her nose red from the cold. “Three! Two! One!” Dean chants with everyone else, and on the stroke of midnight, Dean kisses her, cupping her face between his hands and warming her lips with his.
There are people all around them singing “Auld Lang Syne”, loudly and off-key, but Dean keeps kissing Rory, her gloved hands squeezing his shoulders, holding him close. It’s a pretty great start to the year.
IV. Jonas Brothers RPF, Joe/Nick, PG
Nick makes a list of New Year’s resolutions every year. “Record 25 new songs,” “Win ten Road Dogs games in a row,” “learn to play the cello.” He writes them down in the little Moleskine notebooks where he jots down prospective lyrics the rest of the year. This year, he writes, “Stop making out with my brother,” and underlines it three times. Then he rips out the page and folds it up tightly in his pocket.
Some of his resolutions he thinks will be easy. Some will take time and effort. And some, like winning any Road Dogs games at all given the way his team plays, may be impossible.
Not making out with Joe is supposed to be one of the easy ones. They’re living apart, they have their own friends and their own lives. Joe has Ashley, until he suddenly doesn’t, and maybe that’s why he has Nick pressed up against the wall in the hallway of his house as everyone in the living room is still yelling, “Happy New Year!”
Joe kisses him, teases his mouth open and makes Nick moan. And Nick’s pocket full of resolutions is no match for this.
TOTAL: 2186 words
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
I. CW RPF non-AU, Jensen/Danneel, PG-13
Danneel is wearing this short black dress with a swishy skirt, and her stockings are the old-fashioned kind with seams running up the back like arrows straight up her thighs. Jensen is drunk enough to be staring unabashedly, hands itching to get under her skirt, smooth up to where the seams end and squeeze. He wishes they were alone, even though everyone knows Jensen has trouble keeping his hands off her when he’s drunk. She’s just so gorgeous and warm and there and his, his in a way he still can’t quite believe, her ring glinting as she raises her glass to toast the new year in Denver, the last time zone before it’s really their turn. In the living room people are cheering and taking the excuse to grab a fresh beer, but in the kitchen it’s just Danneel and Gen, chatting together, and Jensen can’t stop staring.
Jared’s arm swings around his shoulders, settling heavy and warm, fingers tugging at the collar of Jensen’s shirt. “Oh my god, you are totally into that girl!” says Jared dramatically. “You have, like, the biggest crush on her! My friend’s friend is in her biology class, if you want me to like, give her a note or whatever.”
Jensen leans into the sweaty heat of Jared’s side. “No way,” he replies. “What if she doesn’t like me like that? I would be devastated.”
Jared looks at him solemnly for a moment. “This is a pretty accurate reflection of your life in high school, isn’t it? Man, I think I’m getting a deep insight into your psyche right now.” He lets go of Jensen’s shoulders to cup his hands around his mouth and holler, “Hey Harris! Ackles has a huuuuuge crush on you!”
Danneel turns, laughing, and blows Jensen a kiss. “Tell him I’ll meet him under the bleachers after third period!” Jensen’s blushing, which is ridiculous, but sometimes he feels like he loves her too much, all full up with it, grinning goofy and unable to stop.
“Happy new year,” Jared says, clinking his bottle against Jensen’s.
“You’re premature,” says Jensen. “I’m sure you’ve heard that before.”
“Lies and falsehoods!” Jared roars.
It’s probably not that funny, but Jensen can’t stop laughing. Jared holds him up, big hand clutching at Jensen’s shoulder, and every time Jensen thinks he’s close to stopping, he looks at Jared’s grin and it sets him off again.
The next hour drags and surges, the new year creeping up on them. At one point there’s a song on the stereo that convinces him it’s a great idea to pull Danneel into his arms and waltz her across the dining room, and he’s still got his arms around her when the crowd around the TV starts the countdown. “Three! Two! One!” they all yell, getting louder with each number. “Happy New Year!”
Danneel cups the back of his neck, drawing him down until their foreheads touch. “Happy New Year, husband,” she says, and she makes it sound so dirty, whispering against his mouth.
“Happy New Year, wife,” he replies, dragging his hands up her back, over the silky fabric of her dress, smooth bare skin so close beneath.
When she kisses him she tastes fruity and sweet, and Jensen sucks at her lips, slides his tongue between them. He lets his hands slip up her sides, molding around her ribs, his thumbs grazing the lower curves of her breasts. She makes a pleased little humming sound in her throat. “You get a little bold when you’re smashed, huh?” she says, nipping his lower lip with her teeth.
“I’m just making it a happy new year,” he tells her, nuzzling at the side of her neck, kissing there and feeling her pulse beat under his lips.
Danneel pulls gently away. “How about we go find the spare bedroom and I’ll show you something even happier?”
II. CW RPF AU, Panda!verse J2, R
They’ve barely seen each other all week, holiday bus schedules making Jensen work days, the zoo’s annual light show keeping Jared out nights. They communicate in post-it notes. “I thought you’d like a home-cooked meal,” says one on a Tupperware container full of chicken stir fry when Jensen opens the fridge on Tuesday morning.
“It was delicious,” Jensen writes in return, sticking the note to the wall above the kitchen sink.
“I was talking to Maggie about the panda cam tonight, and it made me think of you,” says the note stuck to the bathroom mirror on Wednesday.
“I miss watching you,” is Jensen’s reply. “I love you.”
“Ditto,” is all the note says the next morning, with a row of hearts underneath.
Jensen draws a smiley face and leaves it on Jared’s alarm clock when he leaves on Thursday.
“Tonight is all ours!!!!!” says Friday’s note, and Jensen folds it up and sticks it in his pocket, touching the folded shape of it throughout the day and counting down the hours until the end of his shift.
The zoo is closed on New Year’s Eve, presumably to avoid the risk of public drunkenness, and Jared is home when Jensen gets there. He doesn’t even wait for Jensen to take off his coat before pressing him back against the apartment door and kissing him, hard and deep. “I was going to make steaks,” Jared says into his mouth, “but I might just do this instead.” His tongue sweeps over Jensen’s, and Jensen’s knees go weak.
“We could do this after steak,” Jensen sighs, but when Jared bites the lobe of his ear Jensen tilts his head to let him in closer. It’s been five days since they’ve exchanged more than sleepy late-night and early-morning kisses, and it feels like so much longer, all their easy domestic routines disrupted. Before that they were at Jensen’s parents for a nice but hardly private Christmas, bumping into each other in Jensen’s too-small childhood bed, and listening to Jensen’s mom’s sweet but slightly solicitous stories about the lesbian couple who have started attending their church. Jensen wraps his arms around Jared’s waist now and holds on tight.
“The potatoes are gonna boil over,” Jared says. “I should do something about that.”
“Yeah,” Jensen moans, pressing forward with his hips, one of Jared’s thighs sliding teasingly between his. “You should do something about that.”
Jared kisses him one more time, quick and sweet. “Okay, seriously, if I burn down the building, it’s going to be a really bad start to the new year.” He straightens up, his mouth still so smudged and inviting that Jensen has to turn his head away to keep from kissing him again.
“A really bad start,” he echoes. He takes out some of his tension with the potato masher, pounding the potatoes like he wants Jared pounding other things. They sit across the table from each other, and the steak is perfect, rare and juicy, and the potatoes are creamy and smooth, but Jensen keeps getting distracted by Jared’s foot rubbing up his ankle.
Jared talks like he has no idea of the effect he’s having, describing the little kids running through the zoo at night, thrilled by the lights and the animals and being in a place that’s normally closed after dark. “It’s the thrill of the forbidden, you know,” Jared says casually, and his foot makes it up to Jensen’s knee, and Jensen jumps.
He shouldn’t be this turned on when Jared’s telling him endearing stories about zoo patrons, but the heat in Jared’s eyes tells Jensen he’s not the only one.
They make it partway through some relentlessly upbeat New Year’s special full of musical guests Jensen’s never heard of. Jensen is determined to watch the ball drop at midnight, but by 11:30 Jared is kissing him, pushing him down flat on the couch and grabbing at his shirt. At 11:58, Jared’s settled down between his legs, sucking him off slow and wet, and Jensen isn’t thinking about anything but the slide of Jared’s mouth. And as the clock strikes twelve, Jared’s kissing him with a mouthful of his own come.
“Happy New Year, Jensen,” he murmurs.
“Happy New Year,” Jensen agrees.
III. Gilmore Girls, Dean/Rory, G
“This is a terrible idea,” Dean says, as she tugs him toward the town square.
“Where is your sense of adventure? Your joie de vivre?” Rory changes her grip on his hand, holding tighter like Dean might actually make a run for it, as if Dean would make a run for it now, after everything’s that’s happened between them.
“My joie de vivre is at home, watching New Year’s Eve in Times Square, and specifically avoiding all of this.” He gestures at the square, the milling crowd, Taylor flapping his hands and yelling at all the people moving folding chairs.
Rory’s smile is huge, blinding. “You knew Stars Hollow was like this before now. Full of festive, somewhat demented tradition.” There are lights strung up everywhere, white and twinkling, and if Dean didn’t know about the kissing thing that comes next, it would be kind of pretty.
“Places everyone!” Taylor yells into his megaphone. “Two circles! Now! Now! Now! No--” Someone grabs his megaphone and tosses it out the side of the gazebo, and everyone can still hear Taylor shouting, “Lorelai Gilmore! That is an expensive piece of electronic equipment and also town property.”
“Your mother is destroying town property again.”
Rory slides her arm through his, elbows tucked close together through layers of wool coat. “It keeps her out of trouble. Or, well, out of more trouble.”
There are two circles of chairs in the middle of the square, one inside the other, and people are slowly filling them in, men on the outside and women on the inside. “You aren’t bothered by the inherent heterosexism here?” Dean says, trying to hold onto Rory’s arm.
“You can handle it,” she tells him, kissing him on the cheek and slipping out of his grasp. “If you’re quick you can get to me.”
The way the New Year’s Kiss game works is simple. Men in the outer circle and women in the inner circle, and a caller standing in the center. In the half-hour before midnight, the caller calls “Inner!” or “Outer!” and everyone in the circle called has to swap places. And at the stroke of midnight, no matter who you are, no matter who your opposite is, you have to kiss the person directly in front of you in the other circle.
At 11:34 Dean discovers that some people in Stars Hollow take this game really seriously, when Jackson tackles him out of the way of the seat behind Sookie. Rory is still laughing at him four minutes later when he finally slides into the seat behind her again. “You have no idea how hard this is,” he says long-sufferingly.
But then there’s hair pulling in the inner circle at 11:42 and Dean’s pretty sure Gypsy actually punches somebody in the stomach, and after that he would take it back, except that Rory is all the way on the other side of the circle by then.
At 11:55 Dean starts to get a little desperate. Rory is far away, and Taylor is lagging in calling the circles, dragging it out and clearly taking sadistic pleasure in doing it.
At 11:59 everyone starts counting down, and Dean is starting to feel miserably certain that he’s going to end up kissing Miss Patty, and then Taylor calls the inner circle one more time, and Rory slides into the seat in front him, her cheeks and the tip of her nose red from the cold. “Three! Two! One!” Dean chants with everyone else, and on the stroke of midnight, Dean kisses her, cupping her face between his hands and warming her lips with his.
There are people all around them singing “Auld Lang Syne”, loudly and off-key, but Dean keeps kissing Rory, her gloved hands squeezing his shoulders, holding him close. It’s a pretty great start to the year.
IV. Jonas Brothers RPF, Joe/Nick, PG
Nick makes a list of New Year’s resolutions every year. “Record 25 new songs,” “Win ten Road Dogs games in a row,” “learn to play the cello.” He writes them down in the little Moleskine notebooks where he jots down prospective lyrics the rest of the year. This year, he writes, “Stop making out with my brother,” and underlines it three times. Then he rips out the page and folds it up tightly in his pocket.
Some of his resolutions he thinks will be easy. Some will take time and effort. And some, like winning any Road Dogs games at all given the way his team plays, may be impossible.
Not making out with Joe is supposed to be one of the easy ones. They’re living apart, they have their own friends and their own lives. Joe has Ashley, until he suddenly doesn’t, and maybe that’s why he has Nick pressed up against the wall in the hallway of his house as everyone in the living room is still yelling, “Happy New Year!”
Joe kisses him, teases his mouth open and makes Nick moan. And Nick’s pocket full of resolutions is no match for this.
TOTAL: 2186 words
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!