you know what?

I just got hit with a sudden wave of nostalgia for Sirius/Remus fic. Marauder era. With Sirius and James shenanigans and Remus/books being seduced away from said books by the charming Mr. Black (mostnobleandanicenthouseof).  Huh.

Also. I WANT ALL OF THEM.

What? You know I give the best Random you've ever got, baby.

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( Oh Felicia, how so perfect? )

gold.

Jensen (on the Topless Kissing a Stuffed Bird photo, AFTER tucking it into his shirt): "I'm gonna get some mileage out of this one."

HAI JENSEN, UR GAY IS SHOWING. JSYK.


Also, Jared: "And be sure to learn from Michael Phelps. There's always a camera somewhere." Roflroflrofl.

Blurb!

Sometimes Jensen wakes up in the middle of the night or has to pull his car off the side of the road, completely swept up in panic of the day that this is all going to end. He's spent the better part of five years in Vancouver, bitching about the cold and the rain and his too-small trailer, getting slobbered on and chewed on by Jared's damn dogs, and never getting enough sleep, but he has no idea what he's going to do when its not there anymore. He's not even sure he remember who he was before...before.

"Hey," Jared says, his lips a warm, constant pressure against the nape of Jensen's neck, arm draped over Jensen's hip. "Shallow breaths."

Sometimes Jensen wakes up in the middle of the night and forgets that Jared is there, that he really does love him, that he's not going anywhere. But Jared's good at reminding him.

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