the collision of boy and boy

trip [pg] jared/jensen

2020-07-22T03:36:33Z

title: trip
rating: g
warnings: schmoop
summary: Jensen doesn't fall in love with Jared.

achingly perfect [david/patrick] pg

2019-08-07T03:37:54Z

Title: achingly perfect
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Pairing: David/Patrick
Warnings: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Word Count: 774
Summary: Patrick shows David how he sees him.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. Owned by the Levy's on Schitt's Creek. I fell hard for these two.
A/N: I'll link the article that inspired this at the end of the series. Essentially this is a series of fics of my OTP's being super cute and adorable. This will range in pairings, I'm betting, so just read carefully!

David’s 40th birthday dawns bright and beautiful, but he just wants to curl further into his pillows to avoid it. He can’t believe he hits 40 today and shudders at the thought. Patrick, who is spooned behind him, tucks him closer to his body and David can’t help but smile. They always take this day off; otherwise his husband would be up already, probably at the store or at the café picking up his tea.

Patrick places a soft kiss on his neck and another one behind his ear and David’s toes curl at the soft gesture. He can’t believe they’ve been married almost four years yet he still feels like he’s going to swoon at the smallest things.

David honestly hopes that feeling never goes away.

“Happy birthday, babe,” Patrick whispers.

“Happy anniversary, honey,” David replies and feels Patrick squeeze him a little. He turns in his arms and pecks him on the cheek before making his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth before getting the day’s festivities on the road.

He looks mutinously at the scale in the bathroom, taking care of his bladder and brushing his teeth before turning back to the scale. David huffs irritably, but walks towards it like he’s walking off the plank.

David’s not quite sure what happened in the past month, but his metabolism finally seems to have caught up to him and the numbers have been inching higher than they’ve ever been. He’s tried to be a healthier eater and watched his portion sizes, but he loves food. His sweaters have been fitting tighter than he’d like, too.

Patrick, the angel, rolls his eyes when David starts to complain and kisses him quiet, or on one memorable occasion tied him up and gagged him before kissing every inch of David, front and back, and whispered tender words of praise over his body. David was a crying shaking mess before the night was up.

David can’t help but feel anxiety build as he gets closer to the scale. He was obsessively checking every hour last week and then didn’t look at all since Patrick started to eye him worriedly. He hates that look he brings to his husbands face. It’s been a week though, and he’s been especially good so he could save some calories for today’s cheat day.

He takes in a deep breath and stares up at the ceiling before slowly letting it whoosh out, and then steps on to the scale.

David looks down at the scale and is surprised to see that instead of the usual numbers, there are words instead. His eyes have still maintained their vision, thankfully he’s not getting that old, and reads foxy, gorgeous, ravishing, luscious.

“A number can’t represent how you look to me, so I replaced them with how I see you all the time, David.” Patrick’s voice comes behind him, strong and sure, almost startling David into toppling off the scale from surprise.

David looks hard at the words, torn. On one hand, he really wants to know the number to see if he succeeded all week, but on the other, David is so in love with his husband for this. He steps off the scale and turns to see Patrick leaning his shoulder against the door jamb with arms and legs crossed, just looking at him with so much pure love. David takes a mental picture of his handsome husband looking so wonderful in this moment.

David has moments where he doesn’t feel worthy of how much Patrick loves him, but he’s selfishly going to hoard every second he gets and hopefully wishes that he gets it for a lifetime.

He walks to Patrick and puts his arms over his shoulders and Patrick’s hands automatically sit at David’s waist, a dance they’ve perfected after being together this long.

“You’re an idiot,” David says, the corners of him mouth tugging up into a grin.

Patrick shrugs, unrepentant.

“I’m your idiot. And I’m being completely honest, you get more beautiful to me every single day and I wish you could see that.”

David has to look down at that, unable to meet Patrick’s earnest expression. Patrick steps in closer, essentially pulling David into a hug, and kisses David’s neck, jaw, and cheek before nudging his face up with his nose for a soft, achingly perfect, kiss.

David knows he still has a ways to go before he’s ready to be complimented so easily, even if he’s gotten better since they started this, but he also knows he hit the damn lottery to find someone who is more than willing to make him believe it.

outlandish thoughtfulness [derek/stiles] pg

2019-07-17T22:04:43Z

Title: outlandish thoughtfulness
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Warnings: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Word Count: 582
Summary: Stiles gives Derek a gift.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
A/N: I'll link the article that inspired this at the end of the series. Essentially this is a series of fics of my OTP's being super cute and adorable. This will range in pairings, I'm betting, so just read carefully!

“Umm, Stiles, what in the fresh hell is this?” Derek asks incredulously. He’s holding up a pair of soft sweats, which would normally be amazing, but these in particular have Stiles’ face plastered all over them.

Now, Derek loves his husband. He thinks his husband is the hottest thing alive and normally, he’d be a big fan of something that has Stiles’ face all over it.

This is a touch odd though, even for Stiles.

“Aren’t they awesome?” Stiles responds, bouncing up and down with excitement. I know you’re going on your trip to the wolfcon soon.”

“Symposium,” Derek tries to interject but to no avail. His stubborn husband won’t call it anything but wolfcon at this point.

“And I can’t come with you for a few days due to this research behemoth here, so I thought this was an awesome way I’d be with you and around you until I can get there. I stuffed it under my pillow the last few nights too, so your sensitive nose can’t complain.”

Stiles looks so damn proud of himself and Derek’s heart inflates with fondness for the man in front of him. The pants are still a terror, but Derek knows his soft heart means he’s going to still wear them…even if it’s just in his hotel room.

Because Stiles is right, the few days without his husband won’t exactly be a grand old time. They don’t spend much time apart anymore and even if they’re just hanging out on their own phones or reading their own books or just watching TV, Stiles is always a source of frenetic energy that seems to calm Derek down. The scent of him, his warm touch, and the aura of constant liveliness surrounding Stiles gives Derek a sense of peace.

It doesn’t quite make sense to others how Stiles’ babble or occasional stillness can give Derek serenity, but it makes sense for them and that’s all that matters.

Derek looks down at the pants again and he can’t help but smile at the outlandish thoughtfulness. It’s a selfie Derek hasn’t seen before, so it was probably taken with the intention of making this project. Stiles is looking at the camera with Derek’s favorite expression and his namesake – mischief. His eyes seem to be sparkling, one side of his mouth is lifted in a smirk like he has a secret, and his cute upturned nose has a hint of a crinkle.

Fuck, he loves this man. Even after years of being together, including a year of being married, Stiles still manages to take Derek’s breath away with a quirk of lips.

“I love you, idiot,” Derek says, voice dripping with affection even through the insult.

“And clearly I love you, even if you do call me names.”

Derek laughs and pulls Stiles in for a kiss.

“Like you don’t call me all sorts of names all the time.”

Stiles pulls back and sticks his tongue out at him.

“Very mature,” Derek says before kissing him again. “Now I have an hour before I have to get on the road and I can think of a million other things I’d rather be doing than casting childhood aspersions.”

“Mmm, you know how irresistible I find you when you use words like aspersions.”

“I do, indeed,” Derek says, pressing soft kisses down Stiles neck, rubbing his scruff against the sensitive skin roughing it up a bit so it leaves a mark. They have a few days apart after all.

adorable, sexy, and thoughtful [pg] david/patrick

2019-07-17T05:47:10Z

Title: adorable, sexy, and thoughtful
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Pairing: David/Patrick
Warnings: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Word Count: 528
Summary: Patrick makes David breakfast.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. Owned by the Levy's on Schitt's Creek. I fell hard for these two.
A/N: I'll link the article that inspired this at the end of the series. Essentially this is a series of fics of my OTP's being super cute and adorable. This will range in pairings, I'm betting, so just read carefully!

David can smell the heavenly aroma of the coffee wafting to his nose from the bedside table and he hides his smile into the pillow. His husband takes such good care of him.

It’s already been two months and David still can’t believe he gets to call Patrick his husband. He feels a dip on the bed and a kiss pressed against the back of his neck and then the side.

“Mmm, morning,” Patrick says, voice a bit raspy from a combination of not being used as well as the epic blowjob last night.

“Too soon,” David mumbles back because while he is completely sated and happy, it’s still early dammit.

“Happy birthday,” Patrick says and well, that changes things. David turns onto his back and pulls Patrick in for a deep kiss, even though he’s usually against those as a result of morning breath. Birthdays are a special exception. Patrick’s brushed, though, and is smiling into the kiss – as usual. Patrick is always laughing at him one way or another, David’s used to it.

“Thanks, honey,” David says, pulling back.

“I brought part one of your gift,” Patrick tells him, pulling the lid off a plate. “Voila!”

David sits up and looks down at the plate, feeling his mouth tilt up at the corners. Patrick has prepared him the cutest breakfast like one he’d find at some hotel. Sausage hearts surround a fried egg and all of that is baked into slices of bread.

“This might be the most adorable thing I’m ever going to eat, Patrick,” David says, helplessly letting his smile grow. He can’t resist smiling at Patrick - hasn’t been able to since that first day of walking into Ray’s.

He’s honestly not sure how he got so lucky, but he thanks whatever deity exists out there that led Patrick to him.

“Well, part one is adorable, part two is hopefully sexy, and part three will be thoughtful,” Patrick says with a wink and David is not at all surprised and completely sure everything will live up to what Patrick says. Patrick is definitely one to try and make each day a day to celebrate, especially important dates.

“I love you,” David says, warmth filling him completely and the words bubbling out of him of their own accord.

“I love you, too,” Patrick replies easily. The words still aren’t as simple for David, but he’s working on it and his husband is patient and kind - the absolute best.

“I’m intrigued about this sexy part two,” David says, using his phone to take a picture of the breakfast plate for his instagram. He definitely has to brag to the world about his button of a husband.

“You can’t post that one on the internet,” Patrick says jokingly and David looks up from typing his favorite hashtag, #myhusbandisbetterthanyours, to quickly respond.

“Uh, nobody is getting any information about that. I don’t share.”

Patrick smiles, but David can see the pleasure lighting up his eyes.

“Me either.”

David puts his phone to the side. Instagram can wait.

He pulls Patrick in for a deep kiss, edging on filthy.

“Let’s get a head start on part two.”

dorky husband of mine [g] david/patrick

2019-07-10T05:39:46Z

Title: dorky husband of mine
Author: enablelove
Rating: G
Pairing: David/Patrick
Warnings: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Word Count: 500
Summary: Patrick sends David a note.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. Owned by the Levy's on Schitt's Creek. Fell hard for these two.
A/N: I'll link the article that inspired this at the end of the series. Essentially a series of fics of my OTP's being super cute and adorable. This will range in pairings, I'm betting, so just read carefully!

“David, you have some mail,” Ray says, walking through the door of Rose Apothecary and handing David a FedEx envelope.

“Uh, thanks, I guess? Ray, why in the world do you have my mail?” David asks, not sure what’s going on because last he checked, Ray Butani was not the mailman.

“Oh, Joe was sick today and he asked if I could help out. I can’t let our mail go undelivered! Plus, I get to pass out my business cards,” Ray says, tossing David a wink.

Of course. David is not at all surprised to hear that Schitt’s Creek apparently only has one mail person and that Ray would definitely be up for the job because it’s a source of free advertising.

Ray has at least 9 business cards laid out on the counter for David and smiles up at him expectantly.

“I’ll get right on putting these up, thanks,” David says, sweeping the cards into a pile and as soon as Ray leaves, he knows they’ll be a pile in the trashcan. What Ray doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

There’s a lull in the store as it’s early afternoon so people are done with lunch and it’s not quitting time yet. Patrick isn’t around to help distract and entertain him so David has been doing inventory. Ugh. It’s not that he doesn’t like inventory, he loves his store and seeing the products. It’s just so boring without his husband to help him out.

The thought of Patrick being his husband still brings a smile instantly to his face. The marriage was only a few weeks ago and David hopes the shiny newness of the title never wears off. Patrick is off at some seminar in Elm Oaks, which what kind of town name is that, and won’t be home for another two days.

David sighs heavily before getting the heavy silver letter opener and carefully slitting the envelope open. Inside lies a note from a notepad entitled The Acorn Inn at Elm Oaks and Patrick’s scrawl below the header.

I love you!
-Patrick!
Your husband :)

David shakes his head at the absurdity. There’s so many things he should think are incorrect (the sending of a FedEx express envelope, the many exclamation points, the emoticon, and the title of husband to start with) but he can only feel sheer fondness at his husband’s goofiness. He knew what he was getting into and the note did help alleviate the moroseness overwhelming David. He knows they’re codependent, but clearly Patrick is feeling it too, so David has no shame. He looks down at his phone and sees that Patrick is probably in a session right now so he takes a picture of the note and sends it to Patrick with the caption, I love you too, dorky husband of mine.

David already knows that it’s going to be framed and put up somewhere and every time he and Patrick see it in the future, it’ll be a source of contentment and delight.

plethora of bears [g] jared/jensen

2019-07-10T05:26:52Z

Title: plethora of bears
Author: enablelove
Rating: G
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Warnings: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Word Count: 606
Summary: Jensen finds a bag of gummy bears.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
A/N: I'll link the article that inspired this at the end of the series. Essentially this is a series of fics of my OTP's being super cute and adorable. This will range in pairings, I'm betting, so just read carefully!

Red. Gummy. Bears.

Jensen looks down again at the Ziploc bag in his hand to make sure he’s not hallucinating, but no. There’s a bag full of red gummy bears that he found on the sofa in their movie room.

“Hey, Jay?” Jensen questions, calling out for Jared who is preparing popcorn for their horror movie marathon planned for tonight.

“Yeah, babe?” his husband replies absentmindedly, focused on making sure no kernels are burnt to a crisp but yet they all pop. He’s not even looking at Jensen, eyes trained on the pan in front of him. It’s all kinds of adorable, if Jensen is totally honest with himself.

“What’s this?” Jensen asks, holding up the bag in demonstration. Jared turns off the stove and pours the popcorn in a big bowl, and the rest in a small bowl. He then tosses some M&Ms on top of the small bowl and gives it a shake. Jensen holds in a grimace – he knows the routine of things, but the M&Ms thing still gets to him even if Jared swears by it. He must really love the man.

Jared finally looks up at the bag and he raises an eyebrow at Jensen. It’s Jensen’s token move and he’d be offended if it didn’t look so damn good on him.

“They’re gummy bears, Jensen,” he says as if speaking to a child.

“Duh, smartass. I mean why are there only red ones in this bag?” Jensen shakes the bag for emphasis.

“Because they’re your favorite,” Jared responds with a shrug, walking over with the bowls of popcorn. He says it like it’s as simple as that. Like it’s no big deal that Jared probably had to painstakingly dig through a plethora of bags to find only the red gummy bears and pick them out for Jensen. Jared probably ate the rest or hid them somewhere around the house for later, like a squirrel and his nuts.

Jensen shakes his head fondly, because it was clearly that easy to just do something for Jensen. Because they’re husbands and it just seemed like a nice thing to do. Jared looks up at Jensen expectantly, munching on his weird concoction, waiting for Jensen to be ready to they can start the movie. Jensen moves the bowl and sits astride Jared’s lap, knees on either side of him.

“What the,” Jared starts, but Jensen kisses him soundly, fingers threading through the forever silky locks and the other hand cupping his jaw. He can taste the sweet and salty combination and it’s not half bad this way.

“You’re. The. Best. Husband. Ever,” Jensen says between pecks, kissing Jared on the neck, the collarbone, behind his ear (resulting in a delightful shiver), the tip of his nose, and his favorite mole high on his cheek.

“I better be your only husband ever, Ackles,” Jared jokes, pulling him into another kiss, one hand spanning his lower back and the other on his waist.

“Keep feeding me gummy bears, and I think we can make that happen,” Jensen tells him with a wink, climbing off and grabbing his bag as well as the bowl of popcorn. Jared just shakes his head, leans over for a quick kiss and gets the remote.

“You’re a menace.”

“Takes one to know one.”

Jensen loves how easy it always is between them, and he really is so lucky to have someone as thoughtful like Jared in his life. As the scene starts on screen, Jensen rises up a little to whisper in Jared’s ear.

“It’s Ackles-Padalecki, by the way.”

The gorgeous grin forming on Jared’s face could power cities.

relationship goals [pg] stiles/derek

2018-11-20T02:08:52Z

Title: relationship goals
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Pairing: Stiles/Derek
Warnings: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Word Count: 424
Summary: Outsider POV. Karima’s day at work gets better when a guy orders coffee from her and pays for the one behind her too.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
A/N: Based off a twitter post I saw ♥ Self-indulgent LJ-versary fic ☺

“Good morning, here’s your medium Americano, one pump caramel with cream. It’ll be $3.60,” Karima says to the frankly, gorgeous guy, in the blue Jeep. He has spiked up hair and a frenetic sort of energy around him as he taps his long fingers to the music and rocks out to the song playing. Karima can also tell he’s probably a mischief-maker, with bright eyes and a half smile that definitely makes for a happy morning.

“And a good morning to you, too, Karima,” the guy says after peering at her nametag. “Hey, can I also get the drink of the car behind me, please?”

“That’s very nice of you,” Karima chirps, loving the thought of acts of kindness starting her day. “That’s $2.64 for his medium Americano, extra hot.”

“And can you make sure you tell him he’s definitely extra hot when you give him his drink?” The guy says, M. Stilinski from his card that she swipes. Karima can already feel a blush on her cheek but laughs. “Whatever you say, sir.”

“Thanks, Karima, have an awesome day okay?” M says, sending another heartbreaking smile her way and Karima waved him off.

“You too, sir!”

The black Camaro pulled up and good lord, this man was also ridiculously gorgeous. He had kaleidoscope eyes and artful stubble that was devastating to her soul.

“Good morning, here’s your medium Americano, extra hot,” Karima says to the guy, feeling herself flush a little as she follows through on the message from the previous car. “The car in front of you said it’s paid for and that you’re extra hot, too.”

To her absolute surprise though, the guy just rolls his eyes and laughs a little.

“That was my husband,” he says, grabbing his drink from her and then sending a genuine smile her way. This one, too, is achingly beautiful and Karima can feel her flush deepen at such a grin aimed at her.

“Well, aren’t y’all adorable then,” Karima manages to say.

“He’d sure like to think so,” the guy responds, and then tips his drink her way. “Have an amazing day!” and drives off.

Karima can’t help but think about the two handsome men all day. Relationship goals, for sure.

hot [g] jared/jensen

2018-08-03T23:59:30Z

Title: hot
Author: enablelove
Rating: G
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 246
Summary: Non-AU. It’s hot.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
A/N: This is me trying to entice the beautiful muse to come back to me. This one is for whispered_story with the prompt Non-AU; heatwave. I hope you like it, A!

There are few things worse than a Texas heat wave. Oh sure, natural disasters and wars and incompetent political leaders and running out of Doritos are high up on that list, but a Texas heat wave is pretty high up on the unbearable list.

“Jared?” Jensen’s voice calls out and Jared can only groan so Jensen can know where he is. He doesn’t have the energy for actual words.

“There you are, you big lug. What are you doing?”

“Jensen, it’s 110 degrees with the sun scorching so bright, it’s reflecting off the pool that’s a hot tub at this point and making this boathouse even hotter. I’m lying here in despair and the A/C,” Jared tells him, punctuating it with drama and sass, of course. “Obviously.”

Jared can feel Jensen rolling his eyes, he knows his boyfriend enough after thirteen years, and hears the whirr of the fan as Jensen clicks it on. He hears a soft thump and Jared opens his eyes and tilts his head just enough to see Jensen taking off his clothes.

“And what are you doing?” Jared asks curiously.

“Joining you. If you’re not going to wear clothes, clearly I don’t need to be either.”

Jared watched with interest. He wasn’t up to anything, the heat making him kind of miserable, but he could appreciate the smooth lines, soft muscles, and adorable freckles. He was human and hot, not dead.

Maybe this heat wave wouldn’t be too bad after all.

best year ever [pg] jared/jensen

2018-08-02T17:03:23Z

Title: best year ever
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Pairing: Pre Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 307
Summary: AU. Jared is the new teacher on campus.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
A/N: This is me trying to entice the beautiful muse to come back to me. This one is for dugindeep with the prompt school. I hope you like it, A!

“Everyone, say hello to Jared Padalecki, he’ll be the new sixth and seventh grade math teacher,” Mr. Kripke says, motioning to the giant towering over him. The crowd of teachers dutifully does so, knowing the principal will wait until it happens.

Jensen’s worked at Winchester Academy for four years now, and he’s never been attracted to a fellow teacher until today.

“Jared, you’re going to work with Jensen Ackles, the eighth grade math and Algebra teacher,” Mr. Kripke continues, motioning over to Jensen and Jensen nods at Jared, smiling just a little because while the guy is hot, it’s still early o’clock, the coffee hasn’t hit him yet, and he’s trying to hold on to every minute of summer.

“Hey man,” Jared says, after ambling over to him and thrusting out his arm for a handshake.

“Morning,” Jensen replies, returning the shake and automatically cataloguing the firm grip, long fingers, and surprisingly soft skin. “Welcome to Winchester.”

“Thanks,” Jared says, smile carving out dimples and damn, Jensen’s totally a goner. “I’ve heard amazing things about this school.”

“We’re pretty awesome,” Jensen jokes back, “having me on staff and all.”

“Wow, humble and gorgeous, a stunning combination,” Jared teases back and Jensen can feel the flush creep up his cheek.

“I mean, why bother with formalities, right?”

Jared nods in consideration, that smile still on his face.

“Is that your first piece of sage advice, sensei?” Jared asks. Jensen knows this is going to be a great year, and he’s glad the caffeine has finally hit his system enough to flirt back. Nerdily flirt back.

“Fear not, young Padawan, I’ll take you under my wing and teach you my ways,” Jensen says, voice going low and slow.

“Can’t wait,” Jared says, biting his lip with eyes bright. Oh yes, it’s definitely going to be the best year ever.

lucky day [g] jared/jensen

2018-08-02T03:30:39Z

Title: lucky day
Author: enablelove
Rating: G
Pairing: Pre Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 239
Summary: AU. Jared and Jensen meet in a coffee shop with a terrible barista.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
A/N: This is me trying to entice the beautiful muse to come back to me. This one is for dephigravity with the prompt barista, order mix up cuteness. I hope it wasn’t too bad, N!

“Super foamy dark roast cappuccino with an added protein shot for Jennifer,” the barista calls out and Jensen feels the sarcasm pour over him.

“Triple venti half sweet non-fat caramel macchiato with extra caramel for Jaredina,” the barista says again, and Jensen can sense she hates her job with a vengeance.

Jensen steps closer to the bar and bumps into a guy that’s taller than even his own respectable height.

“I’m so sorry, man,” Jensen says and has to do a double take at the gorgeous sight in front of him. Tall, built, floppy hair, and dimples encompassing a great smile. A quadruple threat.

“No worries, dude,” the guys says easily. “I don’t think she likes her job very much,” he adds, lowering his voice as if they’re sharing a secret. “She got my drink and name wrong.”

“Same,” Jensen says, apparently any and all wittiness gone from his entire being.

“Jennifer, I presume?” The guy says and Jensen winces.

“Jensen is the name I prefer, actually. Jaredina?” Jensen asks. The guy laughs and Jensen is even more charmed.

“Jared is what my friends call me, but yeah. And that’s definitely not my drink, in case you were wondering. I’m easier than that,” Jared says.

“Oh are you now?” Jensen drawls, smirking a little. If he’s not reading the situation wrong, that was definitely flirting.

“I can be,” Jared retorts and Jensen mentally fist bumps. It’s his lucky day.

his end and beginning [pg] jared/jensen

2017-05-26T04:38:40Z

Title: his end and beginning
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Warnings: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Word Count: 1287
Summary: Non-AU. ‘I love you’ said as an awe-inspiring first, unreturned, post-it, jumped, and goodbye.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
A/N: This is an exercise in writing all of these prompts. ♥ Self-indulgent birthday fic ☺ Prompts are also officially DONE. [title kinda from 'all of me']

31. In awe, the first time you realised it

It’s a small moment that starts the snowball chain of events. Jared makes coffee for Jensen, as usual, waiting for him to roll his pretty ass out of bed so they can head to set. It’s already starting to get a little cold and he has their jackets ready to go.

Jensen comes down and gives him a warm smile, eyes still puffy and full of sleep. As fondness bubbles within him and he shakes his head at the idiot, he realizes something.

“I love you,” Jared tells Jensen in awe, realizing it for the first time that all the ribbing on set and all the fan jokes and everything in between has been leading right to this moment. Jensen freezes, and warily looks at Jared.

“What?”

Jared bites his lip. This can go south fast and he can’t lose his best friend.

“Nothing, I was talking to my coffee. You ready to go, princess, or do you still need a few minutes to primp in front of the mirror?” Jared jokes, already elbowing his way past Jensen to the car waiting out front for them.

Jensen’s not ready to hear the words and Jared’s not quite ready for them to truly be heard.

32. In a way I can’t return

Jensen hears the I love you from Jared plain as day and can hear the tremble and the astonishment in it. An influx of feelings rushes through him from dread to excitement to regret to conviction to inevitability. It’s strange, but Jensen’s definitely not ready to say it, breathe it, or feel it. The emotion of love is too strong.

It’s too fast for I love you – they’re not even a thing. Yet?

It’s too early for Jensen to be thinking that deeply about something other than the caffeine in front of him.

He can’t return that I love you. Not in this moment. He has the relationship with Danneel, even if it is a little bit rocky. He has his parents to think about and his upbringing. He has the show to think about and what it could mean. He has his career to think about and the consequences.

So Jared brushes it off pretending it’s about the coffee even if he’s not the one that would marry it and Jensen breathes a sigh of relief. He can feel a tinge of guilt and hurt that this is being brushed under the rug like it doesn’t matter. It’s the best option. For now.

33. On a post-it note

Time passes and Jensen breaks it off with Danneel – realizing that ever since Jared said those words to him, and maybe even before that, it wasn’t going to work. She’s an amazing girl, but for someone else. She takes it with grace and understanding, even guessing one of the reasons.

“Jared, right?” She had asked wryly and Jensen honestly couldn’t even deny it. He stopped fighting it within himself because apparently it took Jared saying three words to unlock something deep inside.

Things are a bit tense between them, working together all day and then coming home together too. They try their best to laugh it off or keep going how they were, but Jared’s holding himself back a little and Jensen’s tired of it.

The next time Jared goes to run the dogs at the ass crack of dawn, he crawls out of bed (literally) and picks up the post-it note that he got ready the night before. He groggily makes his way to Jared’s bathroom and sticks the note on the mirror.

I love you, too. Let’s talk. The note says. Jensen needs the air cleared, especially if it’s a chance towards happiness.

34. Before we jump

Jensen doesn’t go back to bed, as much as he wants to, and goes to the kitchen – coffee already percolating. It smells heavenly and he sits at the breakfast nook, putting his head down and just inhaling the scent that surrounds him. It’s coffee, but also them – the dinner they had the night before, dog, cologne, and sweat. It’s home.

Jared does a double take when he sees Jensen already in the kitchen, a half-hour before he needs to be.

“Are you sick?” he asks worriedly, coming closer to check his forehead.

“No, I just woke up, okay?” Jensen says, pushing him away.

“Sure, Jensen, whatever you say,” Jared says, full of sass, before he walks to his room. Jensen bites his lip, waiting like it’s Judgment Day. It sort of is – the talk could mean the end.

Jared walks back in to the kitchen, still sweaty, and holds the sticky note up.

“What…” he starts but Jensen doesn’t let him.

“Did you mean it?” He asks, needing to know because they can find a way to move on and put all of this behind them. Jared doesn’t even ask him what he’s talking about, always on the same wavelength, and he sighs.

“Yes.”

“Then I do too. I have no clue what it means and what crazy roller coaster journey is in front of us. But I can’t live anymore in a world of what if..,” he says, stressing the last part. Jared walks closer to him, still hesitant. There’s so much between them, so much at stake, but Jensen can only imagine how much better it could be with the last barrier torn down.

“We have to promise to always be honest with each other if something isn’t working,” Jared says, getting with the program, and that makes Jensen smile. Jared’s always the pragmatic one, thinking logically through every scenario as his brain runs a million simulations. It’s one of his most endearing qualities.

“Of course,” Jensen replies.

Jared leans in, still slow as if he’s afraid Jensen’s going to run away, and Jensen clutches the sweat-soaked shirt, pulling him down into their first kiss. It’s not perfect, but it’s sweet and practice does make perfect after all.

The both pull back and just stare at each other.

“I love you,” they both say in sync, like so much else that happens in their lives, before both jumping headfirst into the chaos that is going to be their relationship.

35. As a goodbye

They both want to talk to their families soon after they decide to give this thing between them a try.

They’re at a private bathroom in the Austin airport, both of them waiting to catch their respective connecting flights home. It’s been an interesting month, fitting together in different ways than they ever have before. The learning curve has been steep at times, but never overwhelming or unmanageable because they know the outcome is worth it.

Jared tucks his head into Jensen’s neck, kissing every bit of skin he can reach and just breathing in Jensen’s calming scent in between kisses.

“We’ll be okay,” Jensen tells him, running hands up and down his back.

“I know,” Jared says, voice muffled. “But I’m still worried.”

Jensen hums his agreement and continues just holding him.

A call comes out vaguely from the terminal, beckoning all San Antonio flights to board. He lets out a deep sigh, wishing he were back in Vancouver, but knowing this is the next step in the right direction.

“You know they love me,” Jensen says as Jared pulls away regretfully. “How can they not?”

Jared rolls his eyes at him, but he knows Jensen’s right.

“I love you,” Jared tells Jensen, not just as a goodbye, but also as a see you soon. He kisses Jensen’s softly before grabbing the handle of his bag off the ground.

“Ditto,” Jensen replies, eye crinkles winking at him, also saying as soon as possible.

melange of love [r] derek/stiles

2017-05-25T05:01:54Z

Title: mélange of love
Author: enablelove
Rating: R
Pairing: Stiles/Derek
Warnings: Unapologetic schm♥♥p. References to knotting.
Word Count: 1861
Summary: A broken, taunting, deadly, slow, and quick ‘I love you’.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
A/N: This is an exercise in writing all of these prompts. ♥ Self-indulgent birthday fic ☺

26. Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave

“I love you!” Stiles says, voice catching brokenly and clutching the sleeve of Derek’s leather jacket, even as he knows his begging plea falls on deaf ears. “Please stop!”

Derek’s stubborn to a fault and at least this time he has the grace to say goodbye. Small mercies.

“Just give us a chance,” Stiles tries, hoping that tears aren’t falling down his face, even though he can feel the wetness. They’re not many (he’s never been a huge crier) but it’s enough to jar Derek into stilling a little bit.

“Stiles…” Derek starts and god, Stiles fucking hates that placating tone of his. He doesn’t know why he’s doing this to himself. Why he’s begging Derek to stay when clearly he doesn’t want to. When he doesn’t think they’re worth it. He loves the idiot, but it seems that he’s in this more than Derek is and maybe it’s time he finally listens to his therapist and takes a chance on himself.

As much as it kills him inside, he lets go and turns away. Stiles can feel a chasm of hurt and longing opening up within him, but there’s nothing that can be done now. He’s tired of being the only one fighting for this relationship.

“Go,” Stiles says woodenly. “I’ll see you around, I guess.”

Derek whirls him around and pulls him into the filthiest, fiercest, most desperate kiss of Stiles’ life before pulling back just enough that they’re still sharing air.

“I’m going to come back,” Derek whispers against his stinging lips. “I love you too, dork. And I promise you, I’m going to come back for you.”

Stiles nods, unable to do or say anything else and watches the love of his goddamn life walk away. He holds onto the promise like a mother clutching her newborn, hoping that Derek is right.

27. A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips

Derek keeps his promise. Six (six!) long ass months later, he strolls into Beacon Hills like he never left. Stiles sees him leaning against the door frame of his bedroom, one eyebrow raised and a smile forming on his face. A genuine smile. Not a fake one that he used to try and give Stiles. Not a smirk or a grimace. Not a smile that had pain in his eyes and unused face muscles getting a work out. An honest-to-goodness smile. And that, more than anything, let Stiles know he was back for good.

Derek’s hands are in the pockets of his jeans, and though there’s a smile, Stiles can sense the hesitancy. Because it has been six fucking months.

But every month, week, day, hour, minute, and second that he spent counting melts away at the sight of Derek. Stiles wants to give him a hard time. He wants to tease and play the push and pull game they have. But he’s so tired. He’s tired of waiting and wanting and aching. He walks up to Derek and traces a hand up Derek’s arm and shoulder and rests it on the back of his neck, waiting for permission. Derek juts his chin down a little, just enough, and Stiles takes the kiss that he’s been waiting for. It’s been 15,120,000 seconds, give or take, and Stiles finally feels at rest.

“I’m sorry. I love you,” Derek says against his lips, reminiscent of the moment so long ago with the kiss that’s still seared into his brain.

“You back?” Stiles asks, still holding himself back just a little and at Derek’s nod, he replies with his own taunt.

“Then I love you too, jerkface.”

Stiles lets go of his fears and lets himself fall into Derek.

28. When I am dead

Things aren’t automatically perfect. Both of them still have a shit ton of issues to work out on their own and between them. But, they are together, and at least that’s a step in the right direction.

Stiles can still recall with clarity how he found an envelope tucked into his desk a month after Derek left that only had Stiles name on it. Stiles was in one of his cleaning fits that he got when he couldn’t focus.

He knew instantly it was from Derek from the handwriting. He flipped it over quickly, eager for some contact and saw the most terrifying words: when I am dead

He broke down right there, not sure where Derek had gone and what he was doing. He called Lydia and she helped calm him down, forbidding him from tearing open the note and trying to have him give Derek the benefit of the doubt.

Stiles had asked Derek about it which resulted in their first major argument. So now Stiles sits on his bed in his dark bedroom, still holding the damn unopened envelope. He flips it in his hand, fingers expertly flicking it one way or another.

There’s a noise at his window and he looks up to see Derek jump inside. Gracefully, of course. The bastard is such a show off. Stiles can’t help the uptick at the corner of his mouth and eyes, though.

Derek glides in next to Stiles on the bed, eyes glowing a little bit so he can see.

Stiles leans over and turns on the bedside lamp, the dim light illuminating the room just enough to make out his name scrawled across the white paper. The envelope isn’t crisp anymore, worn away from Stiles holding it tonight and the past few months when the ache almost got too much.

“It only says one thing,” Derek says, his voice hushed. “It says I love you. I didn’t want you to open it because it’s not enough. I wanted to leave it in case I didn’t come back. But I didn’t want you to read it because those three words aren’t enough for the millions of feelings I have for you. I can’t name them all and let me tell you, they aren’t all unicorn and rainbows of happiness, but they’re real.”

Stiles lets Derek get the words out, sentences halted and words broken, like each word is a shard of glass.

“I definitely didn’t want you to open it today or try explaining what was going through my dumb mind. I didn’t want to explain that I left you with three measly words,” Derek continues.

Stiles stops him, because he can’t stand hearing Derek beating himself up over this.

He kisses Derek, softly and deeply, putting every single emotion he has into it.

“The words are perfect, but more than that, it’s your actions that tell me everything. And they tell me you love me in a million different ways. I know words aren’t quite your thing, but these are enough. I promise you. Even if I would have brought you back to life just to kill you again if you ever left me like that,” Stiles says, ending it with a smack to the back of Derek’s head.

The slow blush, small grin, and ducked face? That says more than Derek’s words could ever say.

29. Slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey

“Fuck,” Stiles groans out as Derek pushes in deeper, his knot pressing perfectly against his prostate. He loves when Derek gets in this mood for slow sex. It’s usually rushed between them, clothes thrown off with no finesse and frantic kisses exchanged because they can’t get enough of each other.

But these moments in between are amazing too, both of them caught up in the moment of each other, no threat hanging above them. They hadn’t had too much time for that, before.

“God, you’re gorgeous like this,” Derek pants above him. A quirk Stiles learned about Derek was that when he knotted, something let loose in his brain apparently, and Derek loved to talk dirty to him – endlessly. “Tight and perfect for me. Begging for my cock. You look so good all splayed out for me, taking me in so good.” Stiles moans, arching his back and Derek whimpers against his throat at the multitude of sensations. A few more thrusts and both of them reach orgasm, shouting out each other’s names as they come.

Derek gingerly rolls them onto their sides and Stiles is so ready to fall asleep, even if it is going to be a bitch of a clean up.

“I love you,” he murmurs slowly, words dripping from his tongue like honey. He feels fucked out and raw, but alive in the most thrilling way. He’s tired and can’t move, but he can feel blood thrumming under the surface of his skin. Derek lets his fingers trail down Stiles arms and then to his waist to pull him in just a little bit closer. He kisses Stiles, molasses-thick and sweet, and says the magic words.

“I know.”

Stiles rolls his eyes, but can’t help feeling like a bulb burning incandescently inside him.

30. Too quick, mumbled into your scarf

Winter arrives and with it, the influx of Scott and the crew from college for winter break. It’s nice having everyone back, but Derek seems to retreat a little bit.

“What’s going on?” Stiles finally confronts, not used to this side of Derek anymore.

“What? Nothing,” Derek says, putting up an expression the picture of innocence. Stiles knows better though.

“Truth?” Stiles asks. They do this to pull the reality from the situation, both of them having promised to just be more honest with each other. Derek looks up and fiddles with the scarf Isaac had shyly given him.

“They hate me.” Derek says bluntly.

“What? Why would they hate you? They love you! You’re pack.” Stiles is honestly confused. He was so excited to hang out with everyone again, but with Derek being standoff-ish, conversation was stilted and awkward. They’re outside on the deck in the cold while everyone is inside. Stiles knows they can probably hear him and Derek knows too, but it’s not use to try hiding it – they’d find out eventually anyway.

“I left for so long and they had to see you handle that. I did that to you and I’m trying every day to fix it, but they saw the direct aftermath.”

Stiles is an idiot. He should have thought of that and the effect it would have on Derek. He tugs Derek close, using the scarf to reel him in.

“What do you feel about me now?” he asks directly.

“I love you,” Derek says quickly, voice muffled as he turns his face into the scarf. Stiles can see the telltale blush he has every time he says the words and feels his own face lighting up in a grin.

“Then that’s enough. And they’ll see that. Promise,” Stiles says.

Derek just raises his brow at him but lets himself be pulled into a kiss. One that’s short and sweet because the door suddenly opens and wolf whistles ring out around him.

“Y’all are assholes,” Stiles declares, but the small smile on Derek’s face is a step in the right direction.

For now.

unlocking the love [pg-13] jared/jensen

2017-03-15T05:08:06Z

Title: unlocking the love
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Warnings: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Word Count: 1700
Summary: Non-AU. I love you said without really meaning it and in a blissful sigh as falling asleep.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
A/N: This is an exercise in writing all of these prompts. ♥ They aren't connected unless stated otherwise. Italics is past tense.

24. without really meaning it
25. in a blissful sigh as you fall asleep

It comes out of nowhere. Jared is just doing something nice for Jensen – getting him coffee because Jensen is half asleep as it’s too-fucking-early o’clock in Jensen speak. Jared is just doing what a good best friend and costar would do for the early shoot. The ‘I love you’ uttered by Jensen in relief sends him reeling, though. He freezes, hand in midair with the coffee cup and Jensen stops too, realizing what he’s said. He looks instantly more awake, too. Jared knows that it’s just Jensen’s way of saying thank you, and he also knows that Jensen doesn’t mean it.

“Jay,” Jensen starts softly and Jared shakes his head, holding the coffee out further until Jensen takes it gently and Jared abruptly turns around to get some air, ignoring Jensen calling him. He just needs a minute to breathe.

See, the thing is, Jared’s in love with Jensen. And Jensen? He isn’t.

It’s been a month, now, since Jared revealed his feelings to Jensen while drunk off his ass one day. The whole Genevieve thing had gotten out of hand and he needed to just forget everything. Who better to do it with then Jensen? The one he felt safe to say anything around. There were so few people in the world, besides his family, that Jared felt like he could truly be himself. With other people, there was always a part of him that was hidden away. But there was something about Jensen that had every façade Jared put up fall to pieces – he felt as if the both of them could reveal every part of themselves to each other – good, bad, and ugly.

So Jared had continued drinking, become maudlin and annoying he was sure. He only remembers bits and pieces, but the main thing, the most important thing, he couldn’t ever forget.

“She just wasn’t you man,” Jared had slurred. “She didn’t understand that sometimes I needed space or that I wanted to forget and you do. You get me, Jensen.” Jared remembers his voice going real quiet (in his drunken sloshy brain that is, he’s sure he was still loud as hell) revealing a secret to Jensen. “Sometimes, I’d say Gen but it would really mean Jensen.”

Jared still can’t believe he had said those stupid things to him. He never knows when to shut his big mouth. It has to do with the safety that Jared felt around Jensen.

“I love you, not her, and that’s why it broke.”

Jared closes his eyes, breathing in deep to calm himself down as he continues remembering that awful day.

“Jared,” Jensen had said and Jared had looked up then, realizing who he was with.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to tell you. Forget it okay? It won’t change anything. We can still be best friends. I’m so sorry. I’ll be fine tomorrow. I know you don’t feel the same,” Jared had rambled, babbling anything and everything to take back the confession, sobering up a little with the realization that he had probably ruined the one true friendship he had.

Jensen had looked stricken, like Jared had hit him with a two by four, but he nodded slowly.

“Whatever you want.”

Jared snaps back to reality as he feels a touch on his shoulder and he whirls around to see Jensen peering at him carefully, like he’s a spooked horse.

“I’m fine,” Jared says. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Jensen tells him. The conversations have been stilted since that fateful exchange a few weeks ago and Jared beats himself up every time for the breakdown of their friendship as a result.

“Listen, can you come over tonight? I need to talk to you,” Jensen says, more alert now that he’s had his elixir of life. Jared just nods, not sure what else he can say. He definitely won’t refuse the man. Jensen smiles at him, that beautiful smile that has his eyes crinkling, and Jared feels a little bit of hope enter his heart at the sight. He hasn’t seen a smile that wide since the revelation and that means everything’s going to be okay.

They get through filming, and it flows much easier today than it has for the past month. They finish much earlier, having to take way fewer takes because the awkwardness has lessened significantly. The crew is much happier as is their director and Jared can’t believe they let it get this out of hand. Their natural chemistry had gotten fucked up because of his inability to keep a secret, and Jared silently promises that he won’t let it get that bad again.

They go to their respective vehicles and Jensen calls out to Jared.

“See you in thirty.”

Jared smiles at their mind-reading ability, Jensen knowing that Jared has to go home to relieve the dog-sitter and grab some beer. He gets to Jensen’s house and smiles at how Jensen loves on the dogs for a little while, like they’re his own. The dogs bark and whine and wag tails happily for a few minutes, before they go jump on the sofa like normal.

“Thai just got here, you hungry?” Jensen asks and Jared just raises his brow at him.

“Stupid question,” Jensen says with a smirk, handing Jared his Pad See Eew while he eats his Pad Chili Basil. They’ll switch halfway (well, their own versions of halfway), like usual, and Jared feels tension ease from his shoulders a little at the normalcy.

They eat and make small talk, and while it’s not quite the natural flow, there’s ease to it that hasn’t been there in weeks.

After eating and cleaning up a bit, they fall onto the couch, nudging the dogs a little.

“So? You wanted to talk?” Jared asks, trying to rip off the Band-Aid, the optimism he had all day waning.

Jensen nods and breathes in deep, like he’s psyching himself up for a monologue. Even though Jared doesn’t mean to, he can feel himself hunching in a bit, afraid of what’s coming.

“Danneel and I are through.”

Jared starts, definitely not expecting that. He thought Jensen and Danneel were forever. That’s another reason he kicked himself after the stupid admission of love.

“What?” Jared asks, scarcely believing it.

“Yeah, we were both surprised when I told her. It had been going through my mind for months now, ever since your thing with Genevieve, but I guess I was just scared. We’d been drifting and god knows I will always love her; I just wasn’t in love with her anymore. And she realized she wasn’t in love with me either. It was just comfortable and easy at that point.”

Jared nods, understanding exactly what Jensen meant.

“I think after you and Genevieve finally split though, I realized a few things about myself too,” Jensen continues and Jared feels his breath hitch.

“I have always been fluid with who I like, believing it’s more the person than the gender, so my family knows I’ve never been hung up on the equipment,” Jensen says. “They’ve always supported me thankfully. I think when you told me you loved me a month ago, it unlocked something within me, something I had been suppressing for Danneel and Genevieve and your sake. I did love Danneel, I truly did, but I think I only went for it because I knew I couldn’t go after what I really wanted. I…” Jensen falters, biting his lip in a way that has Jared thinking untimely dirty thoughts.

Jared scoots a little closer, knee coming in contact with Jensen’s, and Jensen gives him a half smile.

“I think I’ve had feelings for you since day fucking one, Jared. I refused to name it or let myself feel it though because I was scared of what it would do, once we clicked so well and the show started taking off. I didn’t want to jeopardize anything, so I didn’t let myself think about it or believe it, just content to be the best friend ever.” Jensen says is all quickly, like his brain is moving faster than his mouth and he needs to get all of this out because it’s been pushed down for so long. Jensen doesn’t usually ramble and Jared finds it adorable.

God, he’s totally that guy isn’t he?

Jensen’s silent now and Jared realizes it’s his turn. Talking is supremely overrated, though.

He leans in, signaling his intensions, and Jensen smiles that beatific smile once more, meeting him for a kiss. A kiss that feels exciting with new sensations (the scruff for one), but still feels familiar nonetheless. Maybe because he can smell the faint remnants of cologne and maybe because Jared knows, without a doubt, that he’ll be kissing this man for the rest of his life.

Both of them lean back, breathing a little heavier now, and Jared feels completely relaxed for the first time all month. He pulls Jensen up, careful of the now sleeping dogs, and leads him to the bedroom. They’re not going further tonight; exhaustion creeping into every crevice of his body, but Jared is totally down for sleeping together.

They kiss every few steps, though, unable to be apart for long, and Jared feels his belly fill with butterflies. He inwardly rolls his eyes at himself and what a sap he is, but he can’t help it and it’s not like Jensen didn’t expect it of him, he’s sure.

The night-light is the only illumination in the room, shadows cast against the walls as they undress down to just boxers. They fall into bed, automatically curling in close like they’ve done this for years rather than for the first time. It’s another too-fucking-early o’clock call in the morning and they need to sleep. They have all the time in the world to discuss, make out, and fuck.

“I love you,” Jensen whispers and Jared feels his heart grow a few sizes, not having realized how much he ached to hear those words.

“I love you, too,” he sighs blissfully before succumbing to the sweet siren song of sleep.

only fools rush in [pg] jared/jensen

2017-02-22T04:24:30Z

Title: only fools rush in
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Warnings: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Word Count: 722
Summary: I love you said through a song.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
A/N: This is an exercise in writing all of these prompts. ♥ They aren't connected unless stated otherwise. [Thanks, Elvis] Here's some sap for you akintay - I ♥ you.

23. through a song

“Jensen, where in the world are you taking me?” Jared asks as Jensen drags him through the house.

“I need to tell you something. Well. Kind of,” Jensen tells him, and Jared can hear the nerves in his boyfriend’s voice not just after a few months together, but because of years of knowing each other. He knows every nuance at this point he’s sure, years of working so close together embedded in their characters and Jared just knows. He plants his feet to stop and pulls Jensen in close to him, bodies pressed flush together from the momentum.

“Hey, whatever you need to tell me, I’m here,” Jared says, voice softer than before like he’s trying not to spook a horse. Or a Jensen.

“I know,” Jensen whispers, looking uncharacteristically uncertain.

“Dude, what’s up? You’re freaking me out,” Jared says bluntly, not sure what’s going on.

“Jared…can you just follow me? It’ll make sense in a few minutes, I promise.”

Jensen sounds almost plaintive and Jared doesn’t want to wait, he just wants to understand what’s going through Jensen’s brain to make him all weird like this. But he nods and Jensen smiles, pressing a kiss to his cheek before continuing to pull him along.

They stop at the Baby Grand in the den and before Jared can even open his mouth for another question, Jensen raises his hand to silence him, anticipating the urge for Jared to say something.

“Just listen okay? I want to tell you something, but sometimes it’s easier for me to just sing it. And I know you’ll probably like it this way more, you sap,” Jensen says with an easy grin and yeah, Jared can’t deny that. He does like it when Jensen sings to him, and he’s never hidden that from Jensen. He’s always shown his appreciation of Jensen’s voice in the most delightful ways.

Jensen sits down at the bench, reverently placing his hands on the keys. He takes a deep breath and Jared settles next to him, not touching but within arms reach. Jared has a feeling he’ll want to be as close as possible.

Jensen starts moving his fingers across the keys and Jared’s mesmerized, as usual, as the first notes ring through the air. It’s a simple melody that’s almost unrecognizable until Jensen’s words join in.

Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you?

Jensen finishes, voice smooth, but Jared can hear the note of uneasiness still there. He waits until Jensen takes his hands off the piano and turns toward him before cradling his jaw and pulling him into the softest of kisses.

Affection and warmth are flowing through Jared, blood thrumming at how much he loves this man he’s kissing. He tries to have all of the energy flow into Jensen, sweetly pressing their mouths together.

“I love you, too,” Jared whispers against Jensen’s mouth before kissing him again, deeper this time. He presses in closer, trying to fuse them together and Jared can hear and feel the relief coursing through Jensen and he smiles, breaking the kiss.

“You’re an idiot if you didn’t think I felt the same way,” Jared says, still beaming. “But it’s okay, because you’re my idiot.”

Jensen rolls his eyes, which is normal for them at this point.

“Whatever. Like I said, you’re a sap so you loved every second of that.”

“I love you,” Jared says emphatically and feels another silly smile stretch his face as a flush appears on Jensen’s. He really loves that hint of red.

“Me too.”

Jared isn’t offended that Jensen hasn’t officially said it yet; the song is enough. He knows some relationships have burned Jensen and Jared can see and feel the love through every action of Jensen’s and that’s plenty.

“You know you’re going to play that for me all the time now, right?” Jared asks, raising his eyebrow at Jensen and beckoning him to play again. Jensen huffs, but turns back towards the keys.

“You’re so demanding. One more today, and then after that we’ll see.”

“You’re such a pushover, Jensen,” Jared tells him and Jensen shrugs, unable to deny it.

It’s okay though, they both are for each other.

indulging in each other [pg] jared/jensen

2016-12-27T05:53:09Z

Title: indulging in each other
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Warnings: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Word Count: 1070
Summary: I love you said muffled from the other side of the door.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
A/N: This is an exercise in writing all of these prompts. ♥ Thanks matalinolukaret for paying attention to me as I was being frantic about these two!

22. muffled from the other side of the door

A stupid nonsensical fight. As usual. It seems that’s all they’ve been doing lately – fighting. And it’s always about the most stupid shit.

Clothes left in the dryer for a day too long.

Dirty socks left inside the shoes and making it smell.

Wet towels not hung up.

Bed not made when both of them were in a rush that morning.

Not picking up the mail the same day.

Hitting snooze on the alarm an extra time so it went off again.

Not replacing the toilet paper.

And a myriad of other tiny things that would take less energy to do themselves or quickly work through, but instead Jared and Jensen get into a ridiculous screaming match about it.

Jensen stomps into the bedroom and slams the door shut, shaking the frame on the wall in the hallway and dropping it to the ground, the glass splintering into tiny pieces. Jared slowly walks over and gingerly picks it up, careful not to cut himself.

Their wedding picture. They look so in love in the picture and it tugs at something in Jared’s heart. They’re in coordinating suits, charcoal gray and black with contrasting vests and ties. Jensen looks so handsome, as always, and Jared was pretty proud of how well he cleaned up that day.

He leans against the door, and slides down, back against the smooth wood. He can hear Jensen on the other side.

“Why are we fighting so much?” Jared asks, voice hesitant, because he’s not quite sure which direction this conversation is going to go in. All they’ve done for the past month is say hurtful things to each other. Jared has hurled some terrible things at Jensen, most of them not even having an iota of truth to them, but after knowing each other for so long, they definitely hit the right sore spots.

Jared feels a weight against the door and imagines Jensen on the other side, in perfect symmetry to him.

“Because we’re idiots?” Jared hears. Jensen’s voice is a little garbled through the thick door, but Jared can hear him well enough.

“But what’s happening? We don’t do this – we fought a grand total of one time before we got married and we fixed it with a hug within the hour.

Jared hears a thunk and can imagine Jensen knocking his head against the door.

“I don’t know,” Jensen says, voice a little softer.

“Is it me? Did I do something majorly wrong? Forget a birthday? An anniversary?” Jared asks, reaching for anything that could explain this thing between them at this point. Important dates are totally his thing, so it shouldn’t be that.

“No of course not. And you know we haven’t even hit our one year of the wedding yet.” Jensen replies.

And Jared feels like that kind of hit the jackpot – subconsciously or not.

“Is that what’s going on?” Jared asks.

“No. I don’t know. Maybe?” Jensen replies. Jared loves that he doesn’t have to probe further, that the both of them are usually so in sync. Which is why the past month has been throwing him for such a loop.

“Jensen, c’mon baby, you know I love you. I know we’ve been having a rough month, my long hours on set and your long hours in the editing room, but the fact that I love you hasn’t changed. I may not see you as much, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think about you constantly. You’re my husband – the first person I think about when I wake up, and the last one before I sleep. Plus, you’re in most of my dreams, especially the sexy ones.”

Jared can hear Jensen’s stifled chuckles and considers that a win. He grins because he knows they’ll fix this tonight. They’ll put an end to this weird tension between them. And he’s probably going to even get sex out of it.

“I love you, too,” comes muffled through the doorway, “and I’m sorry for picking fights. I’m not used to not seeing you and all the tiny pet peeves came rushing back. I know you didn’t do anything on purpose.”

Jared almost falls into the bedroom as the door opens suddenly and Jared feels cool air instead of the warmth of the door.

Jensen’s eyes lock on the frame in Jared’s hands and Jared can see his eyes then dart to the shattered glass on the ground. Jared stands quickly and holds onto Jensen’s bicep before he reads too much into it.

“Jen, it’s fine. We’ll get a new frame and I’ll vacuum this up. It’s fine,” he repeats.

Jensen nods, biting his lip from blurting out something that probably won’t help the situation. Looks like things are looking up already.

Jared leads them both inside and sets the frame down on the dresser before pulling Jensen into a kiss, putting every frustration and mislaid anger and wanting into it, feeling like they haven’t even properly kissed in a month either. Jensen clutches back, one hand gripping his hip tight enough to bruise and the other tangled in Jared’s hair. It feels perfect and right and like something that they’ve been depriving themselves of for far too long.

Jared pulls back and smiles at Jensen’s kiss-swollen lips, a plan in place for the rest of the night.

“Strip and run a bath, please? We’re going to have a relaxing night together that we deserve. Then I’m going to fuck you, we’ll take a quick nap, you can fuck me, and then we’re both calling in tomorrow and spending the day in bed doing every filthy thing imaginable. We are going to indulge ourselves with each other. I’m tired of these stupid insignificant bickering contests we’ve been having. Tomorrow is about us, and screw anyone that doesn’t like it, okay?” Jared tells Jensen who nods in agreement, eyes darkening in lust the way Jared loves.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to vacuum up the glass and grab some water bottles and snacks for replenishing our energy,” Jared tells him salaciously, winking. Jensen laughs and pecks him on the lips before turning and starting to take off his clothes, swaying his hips minutely.

“You’re a fucking tease, Jensen Ackles,” Jared says with a groan. Jensen stops and looks over his shoulder at Jared, sending him a wink of his own.

“That’s Ackles-Padalecki.”

lucky [pg] jared/jensen

2016-12-21T01:50:49Z

Title: lucky
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Warnings: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Word Count: 821
Summary: I love you said with no space left between them, as they huddle together, and over his shoulder.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
A/N: This is an exercise in writing all of these prompts. ♥ Thanks kelios for the idea!

19. With no space left between us 20. As we huddle together, the storm raging outside 21. Over your shoulder

The house is decorated for Christmas: lights twinkling everywhere, the smell of gingerbread permeating the air, and a beautiful tree garnished with garlands, string lights, ornaments, and candy canes. Jensen can’t help but run his fingers across the tinsel strewn bannister and look over it all with a fond smile. The house is dark except for the soft glow of the lights from the tree and it makes something catch in Jensen’s chest.

He spies Jared, in full Santa get up of course, putting presents under the tree, and Jensen leans against the wall to see his husband get ready for Christmas for the kids. They’re still in the tender age where Santa is real for them and it’s a sweet spot for bribery and good behavior.

“Hey Santa, need any help?” Jensen asks, muffling his laughter as Jared jolts a little in surprise. He can hear the soft huff from Jared before he answers.

“As long it’s my favorite elf, of course.”

Jensen rolls his eyes, so glad he talked Jared out of getting Jensen the elf outfit; otherwise he’d also be dressed up in a silly costume tonight. He walks up and helps Jared place the rest of the presents under the tree, setting them perfectly askew, and leaving the sack right near the fireplace so it would seem like Santa forgot it as he dashed off.

They sit on the ground around the coffee table set up with milk and cookies for Santa and they share them, dunking it in the milk and quietly whispering to each other between sips. This is definitely a tradition Jensen loves, the soft moments as they try not to wake up the kids and ruin the element of surprise. They get up, dusting themselves off from crumbs, and are about to head into the kitchen when Jared stops abruptly and Jensen almost knocks into him.

“What the…” Jensen starts to question, but Jared just points up to the mistletoe.

“Christmas rules, Jensen, you know the drill.”

Jensen can feel his lips quirk into a half-smile and pulls Jared in close.

“I love you, you utter dork,” he whispers, before kissing him softly to ‘ward off bad luck.’

The fake beard tickles Jensen a little and while Jensen does love Jared’s hiatus scruff, he’s not a big fan of the fake hair of his costume. He pulls back and pulls the beard off, before kissing Jared again, sweeter this time, tongue running along Jared’s soft lips.

“Come on, go change into your pajamas, and meet me on the sofa,” Jensen says pushing Jared towards the stairs as he continues to head into the kitchen to put the plate and glass away. He’ll wash it in the morning; it’s time for another tradition.

Jared comes back down in record time, and Jensen’s already on the sofa with a blanket. It doesn’t usually snow in Austin, but it can get cold and right now the wind is howling outside, a storm brewing. Jared huddles in next to Jensen, nestling in close for warmth under the plush blanket they got from Danneel a few Christmases ago. They sit there, watching the trees sway, and neighbor’s Christmas lights shine and sparkle, and a sense of calm falls over them.

“I love you, too, you know, you big sap,” Jared whispers in Jensen’s ear, as he plays with Jensen’s fingers under the blanket, drawing random shapes over the span of fingers, and randomly connecting the dots of his freckles from memory.

“You’re as big of a sap I am, big guy,” Jensen snarks back, because Jared does some over the top things to be romantic, too, not that Jensen minds at all.

He does love this quiet Christmas Eve spent with just Jared, though. It’s different from the usual speed of their lives.

It’s past midnight now and Jensen knows his and Jared’s ankle biters are going to be up at the crack of dawn to open presents and thrown the house into shambles. They slowly fold the blanket back up and make their way upstairs, quickly running through their nightly routines of brushing and using the restroom.

They’re in bed in a flash, exhausted but content, and Jensen curls up behind Jared, chin over Jared’s shoulder and leg thrown over Jared’s. Their positions are going to change within the hour as they both move in their sleep and Jensen will end up being the little spoon because Jared likes to snuggle, but it’s nice to start off like this.

“Love you,” Jensen says in a hushed tone in Jared’s ear, kissing him gently before tightening his arms around him.

“Mmm, me too,” Jared says back, squeezing his fingers with his own and Jensen can almost feel the waves of happiness floating off him.

He’s so damn lucky.

Tonight I'm Loving You [pg] jared/jensen

2016-10-10T00:43:03Z

Title: Tonight I’m Loving You
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 616
Summary: I love you said from very far away.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
A/N: This is an exercise in writing all of these prompts. ♥

18. From very far away

Jensen hauls ass as visions of Jared’s face filter through his mind. His smile, his dimples, his eyes when he last saw Jensen and just nodded in defeat. That’s the one that sticks out most of all – the utter pain that took over his whole body, hunched shoulders and all.

It’s been months of this back and forth between them as they got over their respective divorces and settled everything, not really naming the reason for the divorces being each other. It’s hard to live in someone’s pocket for so long and not feel things for the other person, sexuality be damned.

Jensen was ashamed of how he refused to put a name to the sex and kissing and emotions triggered between him and Jared, but he wasn’t ready to let go of the comfort he had with Danneel, even if he knew the excitement he had with Jared was worth it.

He was an idiot, to put it simply.

And Jared. God, Jared had given him that chance, had laid it all out for him that Jared was Jensen’s, mind body and fucking soul, and Jensen had just stood there gaping like a fish out of water. And he let him walk away.

Jensen slams his hand against the steering wheel as he relives the moment where Jared nodded to himself, like he didn’t expect anything else, and walked out of Jensen’s apartment. Vancouver traffic is thankfully nonexistent at this time, being close to midnight, as Jensen races to the airport.

Jared was going back to Texas to lick his wounds (or go for summer hiatus - details) and Jensen wanted to catch him before it was too late. Before the walls went up and next season became stilted and weird.

As Jensen parks, he can just make out the tall figure across the parking lot and he thanks every deity known to man.

“Jared!” Jensen shouts, and Jensen is so damn grateful that the parking lot is void of people at this time.

Jared turns toward him and Jensen is too far to distinguish any of his features, but he’d recognize that build and hair as Jared anywhere.

“I’m sorry,” he starts yelling and Jared stills and then waves him closer. Jensen starts to run, but doesn’t stop the word vomit at the top of his voice to make sure Jared hears.

“I got scared. But I love you – that’s one thing that’s been constant for who knows how many years. I will forever apologize to you every single day, but I love you. So damn much.”

He’s finally caught up to Jared and can see those gorgeous eyes of his that reveal so much.

“You…really?” Jared voice is hesitant and Jensen curses himself again for breaking Jared’s self-confidence. They had gotten past those insecurities and Jensen knows his momma would cuff him upside the head for messing with Jared like that.

“Yes! I’m so fucking sorry, Jay.” Jensen reaches out to gently cradle Jared’s jaw and while a part of him is hypersensitive to the fact that they’re in public, another part is more worried about making sure Jared understands.

“I should have said something, shouldn’t have let you walk out and I’m here to bring you back home before we go back to Texas together. We’ll tell our families together, but I’m not letting you go again.” It’s the most Jensen can do, the most he has really said about the feelings that have been building up between them for years.

“Okay,” Jared says quietly and Jensen finally lets out a sigh of relief, pulling Jared closer and just breathing him in. They’ll figure it out. Together.

debris of glass [pg] derek/stiles

2016-09-19T05:18:39Z

Title: debris of glass
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Word Count: 1111
Warning: Angst. Derek never left and I changed some things that happened. Because I can.
Summary: I love you said when the broken grass litters the floor.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
A/N: This is an exercise in writing all of these prompts. ♥ This is an unhappy ending, BUT we will pretend that it does work out for them. Just not in this part.

17. When the broken grass litters the floor

Derek looks around his loft and his whole body, mind, and soul ache as the recollection of memories of the past few hours filter through his brain. His mind quickly flips through scenes of the never-ending fight of the Alpha pack stragglers - those that didn’t leave after the whole mess with Deucalion. The four Alphas that charged while they were trying to finally settle into some semblance of order. The four Alphas that smashed everything around them, slashed skin, and scratched the wood floors.

Derek is so done with this life, with constantly having to look over his shoulder for the next thing that goes bump in the night.

Scott’s pack had fought admirably. Scott’s pack, not Derek’s, and even thinking of that distinction stings. Stiles, Danny, Lydia, Isaac, and Kira – all using whatever tools they had learned since that fateful night of Peter biting Scott to fight back. They had dealt with so much darkness, pun completely intended, since that night.

Derek fought too; he fought with everything he had. He let out the anguish and pain and hurt onto these random Alphas that thought they could decimate the Beacon Hills’ pack. They didn’t win, but it was close. Derek can still see where Kira was pinned as she tried summoning her power, where Scott was swiping at the two Alpha’s cornering him, where Danny and Stiles went toe to toe with another one, alternating punching and kicking.

Lydia had finally screamed, shattering the remaining light fixtures and making the Alphas freeze. The rest of them were accustomed to it and used the distraction to their advantage, running the Alpha’s out of town.

Only Stiles stayed behind. As usual.

“You okay?” Stiles’ voice comes behind him.

This thing between Stiles and Derek is still new and tenuous. Old fights and sarcastic remarks turned into hours of talking and realizing their perspectives weren’t that different. Derek was still a bit standoffish because he needed to be. He couldn’t let any part of his guard down…even if there was a tiny little voice at the back of his head that thought he was an idiot and that Stiles would never mess with him like that and that he should just let him in already.

Derek stamped that voice down.

“No,” Derek says, voice raw and honest and feeling absolutely broken, just like the shards of glass littering the floor around him. Derek can hear Stiles coming forward, glass crunching under his Converse, before he lays a hand on Derek’s shoulder, so reminiscent of the time Derek lost Boyd. Thank god Derek didn’t lose another pack member tonight, but they had been so damn close.

“Hey, we made it. We’re fine, and they’re gone. We’re okay, Derek,” Stiles says, voice pitched low like Derek’s a colt that’s going to spook any second. Who knows, he might.

“Yeah,” Derek says, voice flat and short. The warmth of Stiles’ broad hands seeps through his shoulder and it takes every ounce of self control he has not to turn around and engulf Stiles’ in his arm, inhale that delectable scent that constantly sings of compatibility, and never let him go.

But he can’t.

“Derek, look at me,” Stiles pleads.

Derek can deny lots of things but a request like that is beyond him, especially with how weary he feels. He turns and meets Stiles’ worried gaze. Stiles’ hand moves from his shoulder to Derek’s bicep, and he squeezes the muscle lightly.

“Talk to me. What’s going on in that brain of yours?” Stiles’ asks, mouth tilting up in a familiar smirk. Derek just shrugs, because even he’s not quite sure what’s going on up there.

“Let’s go to my house, get out of this mess, and curl up with Iron Man,” Stiles’ says, gently tugging Derek to move.

“No. I can’t. I need to go. Far away from here.” Derek’s sentences are abrupt and blunt, but he can’t think beyond the need to get out. He’d love to whisk Stiles with him, but he has a life here, and Derek can’t handle that life anymore.

“What?” Stiles’ asks, confusion coloring his tone.

“I need to leave.”

“But I love you,” Stiles’ voice is so soft you can barely hear it, but his heartbeat is steady and Derek can feel the truth of it in his bones. They haven’t said it yet, but Derek’s known and that just makes this harder, even if it doesn’t change his mind.

“I can’t,” Derek repeats, though all he wants to say is that he loves him too.

That this thing between them, while new, takes Derek’s breath away every single fucking time.

That every day it’s harder to not blurt out the words and beg Stiles to stay with him.

That every time he passes a comic book store or sees a Batman or Star Wars logo, he just wants to smile because it makes him think of Stiles.

Smile.

When Derek barely even remembers how to quirk his lips in an upward direction anymore, but Stiles had made him do that – almost even full on belly laugh once or twice.

But Derek would just ruin Stiles.

While Stiles is nowhere near perfect, he’s still untarnished, and not as disenchanted as Derek is. Derek is murky and would just obscure the brightness of Stiles’ smile; he’d eclipse the good Stiles exudes with his ‘doom and gloom’ expression as Stiles so lovingly calls it.

Stiles’ breath hitches and he squeezes tighter, trying to force Derek to stay or to talk about it and Derek knows he’d give in to his pleas in a heartbeat. He tears himself away from the hand that holds Derek through nightmares, from the hand that cards oh so gently through his hair during every kiss, from the hand that knows how to pull wicked sounds from his body, and drops a feather light kiss to Stiles’ lips, savoring it for a heartbeat, before walking out of the room.

Out of the loft.

Out of Beacon Hills.

He has to fight to walk every step, though he can hear an anguished cry behind him. It’s better this way for now. He knows this moment will be a regret, but he can’t stop placing one foot in front of the other.

One day, he’ll be back. Once he’s fixed himself and gotten where the obscurity of his aura is brighter, he’ll come back.

And if Stiles is ready for him, he’s never going to leave again.

But until that moment, he has to go, his heart lodged in his throat as if it were the debris of glass instead.

I can't promise a continuation. I can promise they DO live happily ever after.

reconnecting [r] jared/jensen

2016-08-06T20:55:39Z

Title: reconnecting
Author: enablelove
Rating: R
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 681
Warning: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Summary: I love you said over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
A/N: This is an exercise in writing all of these prompts. ♥

16. Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble

“Oh jesus fucking christ, Jared,” Jensen groans as Jared lifts his hips up to meet every thrust of Jensen’s. “You’re so tight.”

“Well it has been a while,” Jared manages to pant out breathlessly, biceps straining as he uses them for leverage.

Jensen doesn’t answer, because there’s nothing to say. Life and reality are a bitch sometimes and being an adult has it’s own responsibilities with it – especially when kids and ex-wives are brought into it. It’s hard finding time for the two of them to be them during hiatus, but that’s the beauty of working living together in Vancouver – more time for them to reconnect and, to put it simply, fuck.

Jared pushes Jensen off and flips them over, clambering on Jensen’s lap and slowly working Jensen’s dick inside himself. He has to admit that this is his favorite position, a way to still have control. He rolls his hips, laying his palms on Jensen’s chest for balance. Jensen looks blissed out, mouth open as Jared fucks himself on Jensen’s cock.

Jared leans down to lick the sweat beading on Jensen’s neck, nipping lightly at the skin – not marking even though that’s all the wants to do. The girls on set will bitch at them both and as much fun as it would be, sometimes it’s just not worth it. He presses soft kisses downwards, licking and nipping at the skin tanned from the Texas summer. He does bite at Jensen’s nipples and pecs, though, as they’re not on camera for at least a few weeks. He can see blood rising to the surface, a trace of the hickey blossoming and Jared leans back a little to admire his handiwork. He can’t wait to see it in full bloom, a trace of possessiveness shivering up his spine.

“You markin’ your territory or something?” Jensen asks bemusedly, looking down at the faint mark on his chest.

“Maybe,” Jared responds before licking into Jensen’s mouth. He knows Jensen’s just rolling his eyes at him, but he’s one to talk. Jared had a purple hickey behind his ear for days after the last time they went out to the bar and someone tried to hit on him. They kiss for a few seconds (minutes? Hours.) before Jensen rolls them over again. There’s a familiar glint in his eyes and Jared braces himself for the glorious fucking that’s about to commence.

Jensen thrusts into him, fast and hard, and Jared’s legs come up around his waist, tilting his hips up for the best possible angle. It’s an established dance by this point, the perfect way to get them both teetering at the edge.

Jensen’s arms are around Jared’s head, fingers clenching in the strands of Jared’s sweaty hair. Jared is murmuring a litany of curses (fuck that’s amazing, shit harder, oh god don’t fucking stop) as they get closer and closer to completion. Jensen, on the other hand, is senselessly babbling words of love and adoration hotly in his ear (love you so much, you’re amazing, I love you). Jensen kisses Jared hard, but it’s more like harsh breathing against his mouth – not that he minds. He’s not sure his lips and tongue work properly either.

Jensen finds his prostrate at one particularly brutal thrust and his eyes light up at the gasp Jared lets out. He pushes in at the same angle, wringing a delicious orgasm from Jared along with a scream of Jensen’s name. Jared tightens around Jensen and Jensen mumbles a muffled fuck into Jared’s neck before he’s coming too, back arching and biting into Jared’s shoulder. It hurts, but it’s a good hurt, and Jared knows there’s going to be a mark.

“Nice dirty talk, Jensen,” Jared teases, running his hand down the spine of Jensen’s back, feeling warm damp skin.

“Shut up,” Jensen says petulantly, grinding down as if to squish him, but they’re both exhausted and it doesn’t make much of a difference. Jared just laughs again, pressing a soft kiss to Jensen’s cheek.

“Me too.”

speaking their own language [pg-13] jared/jensen

2016-06-16T01:26:50Z

Title: speaking their own language
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 352
Warnings: Coming out to everyone
Summary: I love you said so loud that everyone can hear.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
A/N: This is an exercise in writing all of these prompts. ♥ [This one prompted by deirdre_c, thanks!]

15. loud, so everyone can hear

At this point, people take their constant touching and flirting as a joke – a way to ham it up for fans and make people laugh. Only Jared and Jensen know that while everything may have started off as just pure fan fodder, every pure intention quickly became impure.

Every brush of fingers is hey, I’ve missed you.

Every clasp around the back is you smell good.

Every secret whisper is an inside joke or a dirty promise like can’t wait to ride you or you’re gonna look so good stretched out in bed for me.

Every glance across the room is I love you.

They’re at a con, and again, they’re speaking their own language with every innocuous touch, gaze, and word, meaning so much more. It’s Italy and the type of con that splits them up, which Jensen thinks is weird because he doesn’t like leaving Jared alone on stage and doesn’t like being on stage all by himself. It’s unnerving without some sort of back up.

Creation picked up on their uneasiness and had them join up after the first year or two, but thankfully for the most part, the fans are harmless.

They’re switching off, and it’s Jared’s turn to be on stage while Jensen listens from the back, unable to shake the constant protectiveness he feels over his boyfriend.

“Love you,” Jensen says, letting Jared know he’s got his back no matter what.

Jared doesn’t respond, mouth dropping open a little bit, and Jensen registers the feedback over the speaker.

Oh shit.

The microphone was much closer than he judged and everyone heard. And based on the stillness of the two of them and not playing it off, they just came out to the world.

Great.

Suddenly, thunderous applause and raucous screams surround them and Jensen can’t help but grin. Jared shakes his head at him and kisses his cheek, beckoning a helper to bring another chair. There’s no way Jared’s going to sit through the rest of this convention alone.

Jensen’s got to hand it to the audience though; they really do have the best audience ever.

forever changed [pg] derek/stiles

2016-05-16T02:57:22Z

Title: forever changed
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Word Count: 506
Warning: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Summary: I love you said with a whisper in the ear.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
A/N: This is an exercise in writing all of these prompts. ♥ [This one requested by kamikaze_redux]

14. a whisper in the ear

Nine months.

Nine long months of aches and pains, of a full bladder and restless nights, of crazy cravings and healthy food. Nine months of Derek’s awe-filled expression and tender looks given to Stiles, of careful hands and mother-henning, of whispered words of love against his swollen belly and hushed hums of adoration against Stiles’ ear.

But all of that comes to a close as Stiles lies on the hospital bed screaming for Derek, his mom, his dad, anything to help tolerate the pain. Derek is trying to do the best he can, veins turning black as he tries to take the agony searing through Stiles, but there is only so much he can do because Deaton needs to know the natural pain occurring.

His Spark is pushing against him, filling him up as the magic thrums through his bloodstream, trying to help things along. An old spell, a lot of trial and error, and what seemed like pure luck had Stiles’ body changed enough to carry a baby to full term. And the best thing was for a natural childbirth, so Stiles is definitely cursing like a sailor, ready to have the baby out of him already.

After what seems like hours, a faint cry fills the room and all Stiles can feel is utmost relief. Deaton wipes the baby down and cleans her before wrapping her in a soft blanket. Stiles wants to pass out from exhaustion, but beckons Deaton closer so he can hand Stiles’ his new baby. He takes a look and smiles because his beautiful baby girl made it safe and sound into this world. Derek settles in behind him and takes the residual pain, Stiles making himself comfortable in his husbands’ arms. They both cup their new baby girl in their hands and Stiles hears a gentle whisper in his ear.

“I love you. You’re amazing. Thank you.”

He tips his head up to look Derek in the eye and presses a slight kiss to his lips. Derek’s eyes are brighter than ever, his werewolf hue mixing with the normal kaleidoscope.

“I love you, too. You’re even more amazing, and thank you. We’re going to rock this,” Stiles tells him and Derek just nods. Derek kisses him once more before leaning his chin on Stiles’ shoulder and looking down at their new daughter. Stiles looks down too and can’t believe this little human was living in him for months.

“She’s going to have everyone wrapped around her little finger,” Stiles says, stroking a finger softly over her cheek.

Derek scoffs lightly.

“She already does. Look outside.”

Stiles looks up and sure enough, he sees Scott and Kira along with his Dad and Melissa at the door, waiting impatiently to be let inside. Stiles laughs and leans a little bit more against Derek.

“Our lives have changed forever haven’t they?” Stiles asks him. Derek tucks his head against Stiles’ crown and he can feel the smile pressed there.

“Our lives changed the moment we met.”

puzzle with a piece missing [pg] derek/stiles

2016-04-26T04:33:49Z

Title: puzzle with a piece missing
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Word Count: 762
Warning: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Summary: I love you said in a letter.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves ~~and each other~~ and this isn’t true, ~~probably.~~
A/N: This is an exercise in writing all of these prompts. ♥ [title from gotye]

12. in a letter

Dear Stiles,

You’re reading this because I am a coward and couldn’t face you to say good-bye. I’m kind of terrible at those.

I know that you are going to go off to college and do these most amazing things and I don’t want to hold you back. I want nothing more than to beg you to stay or to go with you, but I can’t. I don’t want me and my many issues being the cause of regret and resentment.

You continue making me want to be good for you and I know you say that I am but I don’t feel like it. I don’t feel like I’m worth your love – yeah that for letter word that haunts me because I haven’t let myself feel it in years. You seem to have a way to break down every defense I’ve created – a way to pick at and tear every wall I have meticulously built up from years of distancing myself from others. You just have a way about you that’s absolutely irresistible and the best, or worst, part about it is that you’re completely unaware of this aura you give off.

I’m sorry that I took this route, but I want you to know that I’m going to get better. I’m going to make myself worth having you. I’m going to strive to be the man you deserve to call yours and the man my parents would be proud to see today. I know I’m not the best at communication but I will find a way to fix that. I’m going to do what it takes to get past my insecurities and doubts and be the kind of man you would be proud to call your boyfriend ~~or more~~. I don’t know how long it’s going to take but I don’t want you to have to wait for me ~~even if I selfishly want to ask you to~~.

I want you to go off to college and do remarkable things that I know you are more than capable of.

I love you.

Derek.

“What the fuck?”

Derek startles at the loud exclamation behind him and he guiltily brings his shoulders up to his ears before turning around and meeting the eyes that have frequented his thoughts and dreams for years. How the hell had he not smelled him, after years of trying to capture and remember that scent of home? He blames the sentiment and emotion that washed over him when he first set foot back in Beacon Hills, caught up in memories past.

“Hey,” Derek responds lamely.

“Three years, and all I get is a hey?” Stiles asks, voice a little less loud, but no less full of fury.

“How are you?” Derek adds.

Stiles rolls his eyes heavenward and mumbles something about needing patience but Derek can see the beginnings of a smile and that’s enough for now.

Derek starts forward to embrace Stiles but halts a few breaths away. What if Stiles is not his to embrace anymore? He has a feeling he wouldn’t be able to just stop at a hug and he doesn’t know if he has the right to do anymore than that. He did tell Stiles not to wait after all.

“Idiot,” Stiles grumbles before hauling Derek in, wrapping his arms around him and squeezing him for a long period of time. Derek feels the breadth and grown of Stiles’ shoulders and notices that he’s grown about an inch taller.

He still smells fucking amazing and Derek nuzzles him for a quick second, overcome with so much happiness and relief. Stiles pulls back and Derek unintentionally lets out a quiet whine from his throat. Stiles smiles at him and cups his jaw, those gorgeous slender fingers holding Derek like he’s a fragile work of art. Stiles pulls him into a kiss and Derek aches from the sweetness. It’s soft and tender, chaste and perfect.

“You suck,” Stiles tells him resolutely, bringing the kiss to an end and withdrawing, but not moving away.

Derek nods in agreement, because Stiles is right. He pulled a shitty move, even if it was in Stiles’ and Derek’s best interest.

“I can?” Derek offers, loosening up at just being around Stiles again. He can say anything now, knowing he doesn’t need to bite his tongue with every word because he’s scared Stiles will leave.

Stiles shakes his head at the pun but Derek doesn’t mind. He’s feeling more at peace now, like Stiles was the last piece of the puzzle missing to complete him.

the only one that matters [g] jared/jensen

2016-04-11T01:00:19Z

Title: only one that matters
Author: enablelove
Rating: G
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 535
Warning: Unapologetic schm♥♥p. No, seriously.
Summary: I love you said in a quiet moment on the fresh spring grass.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves ~~and each other~~ and this isn’t true, ~~probably.~~
A/N: This is an exercise in writing all of these prompts. ♥

12. when we lay together on the fresh spring grass

It’s a rare moment between takes – when the lighting is off and the director is fixing the props around the set and the catering people have long since gone home – when Jared and Jensen have a moment to just breathe. Most of the time, they’re on a roll and in between takes they laugh and chill out and it’s easy. But sometimes it’s a long day and the camera angles aren’t working or the cast and crew is on edge for some reason and everything feels a bit out of focus.

The usual thing would be to go back to one of their trailers and take a nap or play some video games or fuck.

But they aren’t feeling that either. The two of them are thankfully, as usual, still on the same page and head to the shady grassy area by the water that they’re filming at and just lie down under the large tree. It’s still light outside, but it’s getting closer to sunset so the sky is filled with beautiful colors milling into each other like an artist took a paintbrush and started stroking his favorite colors gently across the canvas.

Jared and Jensen’s hands brush each other and they’re so thankful that non-disclosures occur on this set and that nobody really pays them mind anymore. It’s easy to be more open when they don’t have to hide every glance or word or touch. They aren’t obvious about it, but they don’t actively have to suppress any urges either.

They both breathe in tandem, years of working together automatically keeping them in sync. An inhale, looking up through the branches at the fading sunlight and rustling of leaves from the faint breeze, to an exhale, peeking at each other and letting their hands move a bit closer, interlacing.

It’s nice to just sit and relax without any expectations of them for a little while. It’s not going to be for long, because the members of their set crew are experts at fixing the lighting and the props and any minute someone is going to run over and call them back to set.

This moment, though, where everyone is just leaving them alone to just exist is welcome.

Their senses are on overdrive, aware of each other and the world around them – the smell of freshly cut grass, the view of shadows from the branches, the feel of the soft ground as well as the others many calluses on fingers, the sounds of their crew calling out to each other like the birds in the sky, and the taste of spring in the air.

“I love you,” is whispered between them, along with a multitude of other words, of their families and their kids, and books they’re reading and shows they’re watching – all of it well known and repeated, unnecessary but stated all the same. It’s intimate and quiet and perfect; words of adoration akin to pillow talk as if they’re alone together and even though there are a sea of people in the background, for them it’s as if the other is the only one that remains. The only one that matters.

gasping, baking, and by proxy [pg] jared/jensen

2016-04-09T01:21:09Z

Title: gasping, baking, and by proxy
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 744
Warning: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Summary: I love you said through cookies, not said to the other, and with a shuddering gasp
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves ~~and each other~~ and this isn’t true, ~~probably.~~
A/N: This is an exercise in writing all of these prompts. ♥

9. when baking chocolate chip cookies, 10. not said to me, & 11. with a shuddering gasp

“Crap!” Jared yells as his fingers brush the hot baking sheet of the cooling chocolate chip cookies.

“Seriously, dude? You can’t wait like ten minutes?” Jensen’s voice floats over as he nears and picks up Jared’s hand, inspecting the burn.

“No,” Jared says petulantly. “And it was an accident anyway.” Not that he needs to prove himself to Jensen or anything. But Jensen judges him constantly and Jared really doesn’t need to give him more fodder.

Jensen just rolls his eyes and Jared’s sure his pout doesn’t help. He drops Jared’s hand and moves over to the tray of cookies, inspecting them to make sure they’re perfect.

“Here, you big baby,” Jensen says, gingerly picking a cookie up and blowing gently on it and holding it up to Jared’s mouth. Jared can’t help but smile because as crotchety as Jensen acts, like he just tolerates Jared out of necessity, he knows Jensen really cares. Especially if he’s helping Jared on his day off to help bake cookies for Tom’s school.

Tom would usually be down here getting underfoot, but Jared put him down for a nap, and Jared knows they’re going to make enough cookies that Tom will still be able to help.

Jared opens his mouth and closes his eyes, savoring the flavors swirling on his tongue. He might even be imagining the remnants of salt from Jensen’s fingers, but that’s just wishful thinking.

“Mmm, I love you,” he murmurs, not quite sure who exactly he’s saying it to – to the cookie or to Jensen. To be honest, it’s probably a little of both. This would be the most awkward time to reveal his feelings to his costar – while making cookies for his son’s bake sale.

He slowly opens his eyes, eyelashes fluttering and sees that Jensen’s moved back, but not that far.

“You’re an idiot, falling in love with food every minute,” Jensen says, but there seems to be a catch in his breath.

“Food gets me, Jensen. If I want to say I love you to my food, I will,” he says instead, needing the moment to break before he says, or does something ridiculous.

“You only say I love you to the food?” Jensen questions and Jared’s not sure if what he wants to happen is happening or if he’s just projecting like crazy right now.

“Haven’t had a chance to say it to much else.”

“Nobody?”

“Already fell in love with you, but can’t go around spouting that off can I?” Jared says and damn he’s an idiot. He did just go and spout that off.

Jensen’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly, but then a slow grin creeps on his face and Jared can finally understand all that sappy poetry about sunlight rising after a dark night.

“You should definitely go around gushing about me,” Jensen says; mischievous smirk present and god Jared wants to kiss him.

And well, that was pretty much an agreement to feelings right? He moves in closer, a miniscule step towards Jensen and Jensen doesn’t move back or change his demeanor at all, but actually leans forward a little bit. It’s as much permission as Jared needs and he slowly shifts forward, Jensen’s raised eyebrow beckoning him in invitation. Jared’s hand comes up to cradle Jensen’s jaw and he presses a kiss to the lips that play center stage in all of his fantasies.

Jensen sighs into the kiss, fingers coming up to comb through Jared’s hair. It’s better than Jared could have imagined, as chaste as it is. Jared’s tongue flicks out against Jensen’s lips, requesting entrance and Jensen’s mouth parts, pulling Jared’s tongue inside, inciting a desire to play.

The kiss goes from one end of the spectrum to the other, quickly migrating from innocent to shameless with Jensen arching against him as the kiss becomes deeper and bodies press closer, unconsciously rubbing against each other. Jared pulls away from Jensen’s mouth, as difficult as it is, to trail feather soft kisses down his jaw to his neck and behind his ear which makes him shudder in Jared’s arms, and that’s definitely something Jared makes a mental note of.

“Oh fuck, Jared,” Jensen gasps out, “I love you so much.”

He instantly freezes but Jared doesn’t give him the chance, moving his mouth to the shell of Jensen’s ear and whispering hotly against it.

“Me too.”

gratitude and atonement [pg] jared/jensen

2016-04-08T02:37:41Z

Title: gratitude and atonement
Author: enablelove
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 818
Warning: Unapologetic schm♥♥p.
Summary: I love you said as a thank you and as an apology.
Disclaimer: These gorgeous boys aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish they were. They belong to themselves ~~and each other~~ and this isn’t true, ~~probably.~~
A/N: This is an exercise in writing all of these prompts. ♥

7. as a thank you

Jared looks at the man across from him and all the beautiful words he had painstakingly worked on writing so they were perfect fly out of his mind as all he can see is Jensen and everything Jensen means to him.

“I wrote vows of epic proportions – they were going to leave everybody in the audience in tears,” Jared starts and the edges of Jensen’s eyes crinkle in that way Jared adores. “But as I stand here looking at you and think about our future together, every word that I spent ages on seems to have been wiped from my brain. I only have three simple words that keep repeating themselves in my mind – I love you. And these three words encompass all my feelings, especially thank you. Thank you for walking into my life, for giving me amazing moments of happiness, for enriching every single breath I take just by being beside me. I am so glad I’m marrying my best friend, Jensen.”

Jared runs out of breath, not quite sure what else to say that can really convey his feelings and not make him blabber on and on.

“I think you definitely got that wish, Jay,” Jensen says, voice a little gruff and Jared chances a glance around and it’s true. He sees his momma and his momma in law are wiping their eyes with a tissue. Jared can feel his smile widen and Jensen shares the grin, both of them in on the joke as usual.

8. as an apology

It’s another stupid fight – long hours and overlapping schedules have them constantly sniping at each other about the most idiotic shit and it’s messing with Jensen’s mind. All he wants is to have sex with his husband, cuddle a bit, and fall asleep knowing Jared will actually be there when he wakes up. It shouldn’t be this difficult.

They’re yelling at each other, hurling insults that hurt like knives would. It definitely wounds more when it’s someone you love saying things and the whole sticks and stones adage is a damn lie. They’re not even true things, and every mutilating word spilling from his mouth is like a nick to their very relationship and Jensen can’t seem to put a stop to the vitriol coming out. He finally slams a hand on top of his mouth to put an end to it. He doesn’t mean any of this. Jensen is just exhausted as fuck and misses his stupid husband.

Jensen breathes hard like he ran a mile and forces his hand away to say something true, finally.

“I love you.”

The words are said softly and Jensen wishes he could take back every other hateful word that he said in the past few hours, hell the past few weeks.

The three little words are more powerful than a sorry would ever be, though. They’re a promise, an apology; a chance to do and be better.

Jared’s expression shutters before the anger slides off and is replaced with the Jared that he’s missed – one with soft eyes and flushed cheeks that isn’t pink because of outrage but pleasure. Jensen gets closer, pushing Jared down onto the sofa, and drapes himself on Jared’s lap; letting his arms hang loosely around those broad shoulders and his knees rest at Jared’s hips.

“I love you,” he says again, no louder than before, not wanting to break the tenuous moment. Jared’s hand comes up to cradle his jaw and Jensen can’t help but lean into it, pressing his lips to the palm with the barest of kisses, and stares into Jared’s eyes. Jared’s fingers move to rest at the nape of Jensen’s neck and pull him into a kiss, the warmth of Jared’s mouth and the soft sigh he breathes into the kiss a salve to his aching heart.

“We’ve got to figure out how to handle this like grown ass adults, Jared. We can’t keep doing this,” Jensen tells Jared, pulling back after the kiss comes to a gentle end.

“I know,” Jared says, downcast.

“We just need to make more time for us, baby, and we can do that. We’ve done it before. It might not be Supernatural where we get to see each other every minute and hang out in each other’s pockets. But this shit sucks. I hate fighting with you,” Jensen tells Jared, peppering Jared’s face with kisses to his neck, on the mole near his nose, at the corner of his eyes, and at the divot where his dimples should be in view at all times.

“Agreed,” Jared says, pulling Jensen in for another kiss – one with intent this time. Jared’s arms come to hold his waist and Jensen tightens his legs at Jared’s hips as Jared lifts them both up and leads them to the bedroom.

They can figure this out – for better or for worse after all.