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Snack Therapy ( J2, PG-13, Drabble)
Jun. 2nd, 2015 11:51 pm.
Title: Snack Therapy
Rating: PG-13
Description: Non-AU (but can be read either as just J2 or with the assumption that their families are 'off-screen').
After bowing out of Jibcon'15, Jared waited for Jensen to get home from AHBL. Cake is therapy- right?
Loosely follows Midnight Snacks and Forbidden Snack. *Shakes head* I may have inadvertantly created a crack drabble 'verse based on food.
Length: Drabble (100 words)
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fufaraw for quickly checking my Americanization.
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys don't belong to me and they aren't getting in my van for candy any time soon.
Vanilla aroma drifted in the air. Jared followed the twitch of his nose.
He spotted a glass of wine, “Drink Me!” a post-it urged. He sipped it on the way to the kitchen.
A frosted cupcake stood alone. “Eat Me!” it tempted.
It was delicious. Maybe there were more?
Jared startled as he sneaked into the pantry. “Kiss Me!” the post-it on Jensen enticed him.
Jared obeyed. He sighed happily with the slide of their lips, and slyly repurposed a post-it on himself. “Eat me!” it invited.
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Title: Snack Therapy
Rating: PG-13
Description: Non-AU (but can be read either as just J2 or with the assumption that their families are 'off-screen').
After bowing out of Jibcon'15, Jared waited for Jensen to get home from AHBL. Cake is therapy- right?
Loosely follows Midnight Snacks and Forbidden Snack. *Shakes head* I may have inadvertantly created a crack drabble 'verse based on food.
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Thanks to
fufaraw for quickly checking my Americanization.Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys don't belong to me and they aren't getting in my van for candy any time soon.
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Home, and Texas air. It was therapeutic, but Jared needed something… someone more.Vanilla aroma drifted in the air. Jared followed the twitch of his nose.
He spotted a glass of wine, “Drink Me!” a post-it urged. He sipped it on the way to the kitchen.
A frosted cupcake stood alone. “Eat Me!” it tempted.
It was delicious. Maybe there were more?
Jared startled as he sneaked into the pantry. “Kiss Me!” the post-it on Jensen enticed him.
Jared obeyed. He sighed happily with the slide of their lips, and slyly repurposed a post-it on himself. “Eat me!” it invited.
***
