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Your Love Is Christopher Walken. Jared/Jensen, 850 words, PG, college AU. Jared is kind of a stalker; Jensen kind of doesn't care.
The guy is clearly a weirdo.
"Did you know there's only one five-letter word whose middle three letters are l-i-r?" he asks, out of nowhere. Jensen looks up, unsure if he's even being addressed. He's reshelving books in the library and the guy--who he might have noticed coming in, because, Jesus, he's tall--is sitting alone at a table with his laptop. The guy looks up at Jensen. "I mean, doesn't it seem like that would happen more often?"
Jensen blinks. "Uh," he says. "I never thought about it."
"Me neither," says the guy. "I mean, I didn't know to think about it, right? But now that I am, I'm surprised, you know?"
"I guess," says Jensen dubiously.
"Don't you want to know what it is?" asks the guy.
"Sure?" says Jensen hesitantly.
"Flirt," says the guy. He gives Jensen a grin. He's got dimples. "How am I doing?"
It takes Jensen a minute to put that together, and he's slightly horrified at himself for the smile that creeps across his face. "I've heard worse."
"Yeah?" says the guy. "Awesome."
*
Jensen works a completely random schedule at the college library, picking up hours when they ask him to and he has the time, so it's more than a little creepy that random trivia guy manages to show up at every one of his shifts for the next few weeks. Every time, Jensen might find an excuse to be where he's sitting, and every time, the guy will come up with some bizarre piece of minutia that is really not actually flirting. But it's still, somehow, working on Jensen.
Halfway through his Thursday shift, he's wondering where the guy is, and he has to acknowledge the possibility that he has some issues. Of some kind.
"Your stalker's back," says Danneel, when he gets back from the bathroom. "At his usual table."
Jensen groans. "He's probably not a stalker."
"He's never showed up at any shift I've been on without you," says Danneel. "And he shows up on every shift I'm on with you. Ergo, stalker."
"I'm with Danneel," says Alona. "Guy is crazy. Go reshelf, I bet he hits on you."
Jensen flips them off. "I am gonna go reshelf, but just because it needs to happen."
Jensen brings the cart out, taking books around by section, purposefully not rushing to stalker guy's section. He's alone there again. It's only a minute or so before stalker guy says, "Do you know which of the seven dwarfs gives you the highest Scrabble score?"
Jensen blinks and considers for a minute. "Uh--Sneezy," he says. "It's got a z."
"Good job!" says the guy. He looks delighted, like the fact that Jensen can do this makes his whole week.
"Are you stalking me?" Jensen asks.
"Yeah," says the guy, unrepentant. "Kind of." He grins. "I figure you need to get used to me before I ask you out."
"You realize that's really creepy, right?" asks Jensen.
"Would you rather I tried to figure out your class schedule?" the guy asks innocently.
"No," says Jensen. "Jesus."
"How about the three-letter body part that gets you the best Scrabble score?" asks the guy, with a big grin.
"Uh," says Jensen. He runs through the three-letter body parts he can think of. "Jaw."
"Good job!"
"I'm going into physical therapy," says Jensen.
"You know that's gonna make it easier to stalk you," says the guy earnestly.
Jensen shrugs. "Yeah. I know."
*
"So you're, what, flirting with a guy who likes random trivia and following you around?" asks Misha.
"Well, kind of," says Jensen. He groans. "I'm encouraging him. Christ. I'm gonna get killed."
"What does Alona think?" asks Misha. Misha is pathetically crushing on Alona, and therefore values her opinion more than he should.
"Alona thinks he's stalking me," Jensen admits. He sighs. "He's cute."
"He might kill you."
Jensen sighs. "He doesn't seem that crazy."
"They never do."
*
Library guy does not start showing up outside of Jensen's classes.
He's actually a little disappointed.
*
"What's a three-letter word for staffs or fortifies?"
Jensen blinks. "Are you doing a crossword, or do you just really like trivia?" he asks.
The guy laughs, a little sheepishly. "I'm actually just shy?" he says, like he's trying it out for the first time. "And you're, like, ridiculously hot, so I just, um, go on Sporcle? It's this website with random quizzes. And then I ask you about them. So I can have something to talk about." He's blushing.
"So, you--what," says Jensen. "Figure out when I'm working, follow me around, and then don't know what to say?"
"My friend Milo does the schedules," the guy admits. He's cute when he blushes.
Jensen clearly has issues. But Milo is a pretty decent boss, and he probably doesn't want Jensen to die.
"You kind of suck at this flirting thing, you know," he says.
"I know," says the guy. "I usually don't do it."
"So, I'm Jensen," he says, extending his hand. "But since you're a crazy stalker, I figure you already know that."
"Yeah," the guy agrees, shaking Jensen's hand a little cautiously. "I'm Jared."
"Nice to meet you, Jared. Want to get dinner with me sometime?"
Jared grins, big and wide. He is really cute. "Thought you'd never ask."
Your Love Is Christopher Walken. Jared/Jensen, 850 words, PG, college AU. Jared is kind of a stalker; Jensen kind of doesn't care.
The guy is clearly a weirdo.
"Did you know there's only one five-letter word whose middle three letters are l-i-r?" he asks, out of nowhere. Jensen looks up, unsure if he's even being addressed. He's reshelving books in the library and the guy--who he might have noticed coming in, because, Jesus, he's tall--is sitting alone at a table with his laptop. The guy looks up at Jensen. "I mean, doesn't it seem like that would happen more often?"
Jensen blinks. "Uh," he says. "I never thought about it."
"Me neither," says the guy. "I mean, I didn't know to think about it, right? But now that I am, I'm surprised, you know?"
"I guess," says Jensen dubiously.
"Don't you want to know what it is?" asks the guy.
"Sure?" says Jensen hesitantly.
"Flirt," says the guy. He gives Jensen a grin. He's got dimples. "How am I doing?"
It takes Jensen a minute to put that together, and he's slightly horrified at himself for the smile that creeps across his face. "I've heard worse."
"Yeah?" says the guy. "Awesome."
*
Jensen works a completely random schedule at the college library, picking up hours when they ask him to and he has the time, so it's more than a little creepy that random trivia guy manages to show up at every one of his shifts for the next few weeks. Every time, Jensen might find an excuse to be where he's sitting, and every time, the guy will come up with some bizarre piece of minutia that is really not actually flirting. But it's still, somehow, working on Jensen.
Halfway through his Thursday shift, he's wondering where the guy is, and he has to acknowledge the possibility that he has some issues. Of some kind.
"Your stalker's back," says Danneel, when he gets back from the bathroom. "At his usual table."
Jensen groans. "He's probably not a stalker."
"He's never showed up at any shift I've been on without you," says Danneel. "And he shows up on every shift I'm on with you. Ergo, stalker."
"I'm with Danneel," says Alona. "Guy is crazy. Go reshelf, I bet he hits on you."
Jensen flips them off. "I am gonna go reshelf, but just because it needs to happen."
Jensen brings the cart out, taking books around by section, purposefully not rushing to stalker guy's section. He's alone there again. It's only a minute or so before stalker guy says, "Do you know which of the seven dwarfs gives you the highest Scrabble score?"
Jensen blinks and considers for a minute. "Uh--Sneezy," he says. "It's got a z."
"Good job!" says the guy. He looks delighted, like the fact that Jensen can do this makes his whole week.
"Are you stalking me?" Jensen asks.
"Yeah," says the guy, unrepentant. "Kind of." He grins. "I figure you need to get used to me before I ask you out."
"You realize that's really creepy, right?" asks Jensen.
"Would you rather I tried to figure out your class schedule?" the guy asks innocently.
"No," says Jensen. "Jesus."
"How about the three-letter body part that gets you the best Scrabble score?" asks the guy, with a big grin.
"Uh," says Jensen. He runs through the three-letter body parts he can think of. "Jaw."
"Good job!"
"I'm going into physical therapy," says Jensen.
"You know that's gonna make it easier to stalk you," says the guy earnestly.
Jensen shrugs. "Yeah. I know."
*
"So you're, what, flirting with a guy who likes random trivia and following you around?" asks Misha.
"Well, kind of," says Jensen. He groans. "I'm encouraging him. Christ. I'm gonna get killed."
"What does Alona think?" asks Misha. Misha is pathetically crushing on Alona, and therefore values her opinion more than he should.
"Alona thinks he's stalking me," Jensen admits. He sighs. "He's cute."
"He might kill you."
Jensen sighs. "He doesn't seem that crazy."
"They never do."
*
Library guy does not start showing up outside of Jensen's classes.
He's actually a little disappointed.
*
"What's a three-letter word for staffs or fortifies?"
Jensen blinks. "Are you doing a crossword, or do you just really like trivia?" he asks.
The guy laughs, a little sheepishly. "I'm actually just shy?" he says, like he's trying it out for the first time. "And you're, like, ridiculously hot, so I just, um, go on Sporcle? It's this website with random quizzes. And then I ask you about them. So I can have something to talk about." He's blushing.
"So, you--what," says Jensen. "Figure out when I'm working, follow me around, and then don't know what to say?"
"My friend Milo does the schedules," the guy admits. He's cute when he blushes.
Jensen clearly has issues. But Milo is a pretty decent boss, and he probably doesn't want Jensen to die.
"You kind of suck at this flirting thing, you know," he says.
"I know," says the guy. "I usually don't do it."
"So, I'm Jensen," he says, extending his hand. "But since you're a crazy stalker, I figure you already know that."
"Yeah," the guy agrees, shaking Jensen's hand a little cautiously. "I'm Jared."
"Nice to meet you, Jared. Want to get dinner with me sometime?"
Jared grins, big and wide. He is really cute. "Thought you'd never ask."