I might like you better if we slept together - comment fic meme!
WELCOME TO THE MULTI-FANDOM COLLEGE AU COMMENT FIC MEME!!I've never done this before, so be gentle! I'm pretty sure everyone knows the drill - leave a comment with some kinda prompt: should include fandom&pairing and lyrics/words/a situation/something from textsfromlastnight/whatever - only stipulation? All fics must take place in a college AU
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"Yes!" he says, snapping the paper in the air to try to catch Jensen's attention again. He figures the paper is neon green, which should catch anyone's eye (before it makes them blind). Jensen's paper, he notices, is sort of pastel yellow, and much less blinding. "Sorry, yeah. Partnering up would be awesome." Jensen turns back around and raises an eyebrow at him, looking a little dubious. Jared smiles sheepishly. "I kind of check out when he talks," he explains, gesturing at Dr. Douchebag with his green paper.
"Yeah, I can see why someone would," Jensen says. "Except I might be able to use him to network, so yeah. I'm stuck." Jared makes a sympathetic noise.
"So design a marketing plan. Okay. That can't be that hard, right?" Jared says, flicking the green page with his pointer finger and leaning forward in his seat a little bit, so he can hear Jensen over the increasingly louder din of the classroom as everyone groups off. Dr. Douchebag wanders toward the back of the room, hands in the pockets of his khakis, listening in on various conversations and stopping to add his five cents every so often.
Jensen starts talking about something he's doing for the baseball team, which sounds complicated and technical, and it's marketing-related apparently. "We lost the College World Series final last year to LSU, so it's all about rebranding it so that people go in thinking we'll win it all this year," he says.
Jared can actually feel his own eyes glazing over, which is kind of a shame considering how hot Jensen is. Why do how straight guys have to be so boring? His attention wanders away, kind of disappointed, and he starts thinking his next sculpture piece for his senior project, and about how he has to stop and buy dog food on his way home. The dogs like to eat even more than he does.
"Or we could make up something," Jensen says, snapping his own paper to get Jared's attention. "We could do beer, maybe. How's that sound?"
Jared blinks and stares at him for a moment. "What?"
He grins. "My roommate brews his own beer in our laundry room. It's sweet."
"I'm pretty sure that's illegal," Jared says. He blinks again. "I'm Jared, by the way," he says.
"Dude, we sat next to each other in Fitzgerald's hell-space every day last semester," Jensen says, looking a little disappointed. "You used to sit there and gnaw on your pen like it tasted like tequila, and your phone would vibrate sometimes and you would smile like-" He breaks off awkwardly and scratches the side of his neck. "Uh. So, yeah. I'm Jensen."
Jared's about to respond, something embarrassing like, "Um, come to Iowa and marry me?" when Dr. Douchebag gets back to the front of the room and hits the lights, announcing, "Okay, that's done, let's watch this video now, okay?"
Jensen catches his arm in the hallway after class and smiles kind of shyly. "So hey, if you're interested, this week's batch of homebrew should be ready tonight. Want to come over and maybe talk about the project?"
"I'll bring pizza," Jared says immediately.
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He invented fist-pumping in 1975, probably
HAHAHAHA. ILU. <3
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