Happy Post #3 :)
♥ A beautiful snowglobe from __tiana__. My profile looks all pretty. Thank you darlin'! You always bring a smile to MY face too!
♥ Getting started on my spn_j2_xmas fic \0/
♥ this drawing of the weechesters BOYS :D
♥ Getting a card from rawkin_ur_sox
♥ The J2 pics here drawn by oddments
♥ An update of fleshflutter's Spy!Verse
♥ Seeing this hot guy I used to be in love with visit work today *sighs happily*
♥ YOU :D
♥ These two ficlets:
For __tiana__
Coffee. It was the only thing that would wake Jensen up - the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Jared would bring it to the bedroom in the Mavericks mug, because of course Jensen had one (though he had a Spurs one himself, so he couldn’t really say anything). Jensen would snuggle into the covers a little first as Jared sat next to him, then his head would peek out, sniffing the air like a little puppy. He’d open his eyes slowly and inhale deeply, the scent of coffee enough to make Jensen at least semi-coherent. He’d shoot Jared a sleepy smile, eyes hazy and a darker green than usual, before taking the mug out of Jared’s hand and cupping it with both of his, blowing on it twice before taking a long sip. Jared was no longer amazed at how Jensen didn’t even flinch at how hot the coffee was; he’d just gulp it down. Jensen would let out a long moan of contentment and whisper a Thanks Jay, and that was their morning ritual. Sometimes, to liven things up, Jared would bring piping hot cinnamon rolls from down the street and that scent combined with the coffee would earn him a warm brush of lips on the cheek before the first sip. It was the best way to start their day. It was comfortable. It was perfect.
For arabella_hope
Jared waking up before Jensen was usual. Jensen waking up before Jared was a once in a blue moon kind of thing. But when Jensen did, he’d make breakfast for Jared. He’d go all out while making as little noise as possible and spoil Jared a little. Or he would lay there and stare at Jared sleeping. He’d watch the slow rise and fall of his chest, the small puffs of breath, and the ghost of a smile on full lips. Then when he couldn’t watch any longer, he’d wake Jared up. A brush of lips against an eyebrow. A whisper of a kiss on the high cheekbone. A flutter of lashes against lashes. The nudging of noses. A nibble on the collarbone. And a sigh of I Love You.
♥ Getting started on my spn_j2_xmas fic \0/
♥ this drawing of the weechesters BOYS :D
♥ Getting a card from rawkin_ur_sox
♥ The J2 pics here drawn by oddments
♥ An update of fleshflutter's Spy!Verse
♥ Seeing this hot guy I used to be in love with visit work today *sighs happily*
♥ YOU :D
♥ These two ficlets:
For __tiana__
Coffee. It was the only thing that would wake Jensen up - the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Jared would bring it to the bedroom in the Mavericks mug, because of course Jensen had one (though he had a Spurs one himself, so he couldn’t really say anything). Jensen would snuggle into the covers a little first as Jared sat next to him, then his head would peek out, sniffing the air like a little puppy. He’d open his eyes slowly and inhale deeply, the scent of coffee enough to make Jensen at least semi-coherent. He’d shoot Jared a sleepy smile, eyes hazy and a darker green than usual, before taking the mug out of Jared’s hand and cupping it with both of his, blowing on it twice before taking a long sip. Jared was no longer amazed at how Jensen didn’t even flinch at how hot the coffee was; he’d just gulp it down. Jensen would let out a long moan of contentment and whisper a Thanks Jay, and that was their morning ritual. Sometimes, to liven things up, Jared would bring piping hot cinnamon rolls from down the street and that scent combined with the coffee would earn him a warm brush of lips on the cheek before the first sip. It was the best way to start their day. It was comfortable. It was perfect.
For arabella_hope
Jared waking up before Jensen was usual. Jensen waking up before Jared was a once in a blue moon kind of thing. But when Jensen did, he’d make breakfast for Jared. He’d go all out while making as little noise as possible and spoil Jared a little. Or he would lay there and stare at Jared sleeping. He’d watch the slow rise and fall of his chest, the small puffs of breath, and the ghost of a smile on full lips. Then when he couldn’t watch any longer, he’d wake Jared up. A brush of lips against an eyebrow. A whisper of a kiss on the high cheekbone. A flutter of lashes against lashes. The nudging of noses. A nibble on the collarbone. And a sigh of I Love You.