RPS: Fandom Is Srs Bznz Part I

[errant_jane]

So, I think it started like, "Wouldn't it be funny if..." and then there was chat, liquor, table dancing and I suddenly had over 10,000 words of this joker. It happened something like that, anyway. In conclusion: It's all Kassie's fault.

Pairing: Misha/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sexual content
Notes: This is about as far removed from reality as you can possibly get. All for funsies and laffs. Any truefax are purely coincidental. And in the event that Misha is lurking around the fandom somewhere *paranoids* Plz don't read? And if you do, I'm sorry?
Warnings: Gratuitous use of Zach ex machina. Yeah, I went there!!

(Split into 2 parts because it was too long for one post. Grrr.)

Fandom Is Srs Bznz

Jensen is drunk and fucking around on imdb one evening and he sees that Snow White and Red Rose actually got made. His agent sent him the script awhile ago, but Jensen had passed on the film on account of it being poorly written and really kind of gay and incestuous. If Jensen is going to do gay and incestuous again, it at least needs to have a decent script. But the movie did get made, so maybe the script had shaped up a bit.

He clicks on the Plot Summary and reads:

A modern retelling of the fairytale of Snow White and Rose Red, brothers Whit (Quinto) and Red (McKenzie) help a mysterious stranger (Alba) navigate L.A.'s night scene.

Christ. He's glad he passed when he sees Alba's name attached. He watches the trailer and, even from the small bit that's shown, it is as gay as he expected it to be. Jensen grins to himself. Where there is homoerotic subtext...

The movie hasn't even been released yet and there’s already a fic community for it on livejournal. Sure, there are only a handful of people posting at the moment. That's how it always starts.

Jensen is about to click the link closed when he gets an idea. It is quite possibly the most ludicrous, absurd idea he has ever had, and yet? He's been around long enough now to know how this shit works. If he gets in on the ground floor-- Hell, he thinks he even still has the script somewhere.

It could be cathartic, really. Give him a chance to fuck around on the other side of the crazy fence. Instead of clicking the window closed, he goes to the livejournal homepage and clicks "Create a Journal". Types in "alba_sucks" and chuckles to himself. It's funny 'cause it's true.

After all, the great part about the internet is that nobody else needs to know, right?

***

As it turns out, one person does need to know. Jensen has to check in with his sister to figure out how to be a girl on the internet. She says, more than once, that he's going to a kind of creepy place with this whole thing, but ultimately agrees to help him. She loves him, after all, and she's in fandom already. Though she swears up and down that it'll be over her dead body that he find out who she is. If she is to be believed, she has something of a following.

That is what Jensen wants.

There are some mistakes made in those first few days. Despite having an awareness of fandom for awhile now, this is his first time in the trenches and everyone clearly knows he's a newbie. He's mostly ignored until he scans and posts the script. Then he's everyone's best friend. Well, all fourteen people who make up the fandom at the moment. Jensen's pretty sure he's been crowned their queen and goes about penning his first Whit/Red fic. Alba's character, Ursula, is a heinous bitch and the rating is a hard "R".

Jensen thinks he's getting the hang of this already.

***

"So, remember that indie film I was telling you about?" Zach asks.

Misha makes a non-committal humming noise over the phone. He has absolutely no idea what Zach's talking about.

Zach, of course, knows this. He sighs loudly and says, "The Snow White and Rose Red one?"

"Holy shit." Misha laughs. "I think I convinced myself that you made that up!" Oh, god. "Tell me they're not releasing it."

"Oh, they're releasing it." Zach sighs. "They got a distributor for a limited release. L.A., New York. You know the drill."

"Wait, who's in this flick again?" Misha's already opening up his laptop, prepared to search the internet for the endless mocking fodder this is sure to yield.

"Ben McKenzie, Jessica Alba, yours truly."

"Jessica Alba?" Misha crows. It keeps getting better and better.

"Why did I think telling you this would be a good idea?"

Misha tries to rein in his glee. Hard. He mostly succeeds. "I'm sorry. But what did you want me to do? Also? It was only a matter of time. Better for you to fess up than for me to find out another way."

Clearly Misha has not been spending enough time on the internet. He's been taking a little bit of a sabbatical from fandom while he finishes up Supernatural for the season. He just did not have the time to keep up with all the flamewars he tended to start. Perhaps it was a bad idea to get involved with the fandom of the show he's in? Hence, sabbatical. One of the perks of being as big a BNF as he is at this point is that he can fuck off for awhile and then come back and post an epically cracked out Voltron - Lost xover and his friendslist will rejoice. Being Misha rocks.

"Are you even listening to me?" Zach asks in his, Oh my god, I hate you so much, why do I even talk to you again? voice.

"Sorry. Just thinking about fandom."

"You know you are fucked up, right? Like in a serious way."

Misha doesn't take this personally. Zach says that to him all the time. It's their thing. At least, Misha's pretty sure that is what's happening. "So what were you saying?"

"The L.A. premiere' at The Vista. Want to go?"

To the premiere of what promises to be a horrific indie movie, along with the most elite of L.A.'s endless population of hipsters and pretentious douchebags? "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"I'm offering you a seat, asshole."

As much as Misha loves Vancouver, he's sort of looking forward to being back in L.A. for the summer. He misses these little heart-to-hearts with Zach. "Sure, I'm in." Having mined everything he can from imdb, Misha moves on to livejournal. "Hey, there's already gay incest porn about you."

"Yeah, if I had a nickel. Look, I have a man-date with Chris. When are you going to be back in town?"

"Uh, next Saturday. I'll call you when I land. You can come pick me up from the airport." Misha signs into his main lj, preeveht-minion, and friends the fic community. Maybe fucking off to another fandom for awhile is a good idea.

"You can take a cab home." This is why he and Zach are friends. Few people are able to convey that level of affection while essentially telling you to go fuck yourself. Zach has a gift.

"Yeah, okay. I'm gonna go write some gay incest porn about you on the internet."

"Seek help," Zach says by way of goodbye.

***

Sometimes Jensen's learning curve is sharper than others. As it turns out, he's not so great at the epic hardcore fic-writing thing. Despite the sheer absurdity of the movie, there are some insanely talented writers in the fandom already and Jensen's angsty slashfic is just not good enough to compete.

Oh, he's still a BNF. He came through with pictures from the L.A. premiere's afterparty. Now the people on the internet think he's a girl who's hot enough to get into that sort of shindig without an invitation. Jensen is okay with that. There were enough random people at the party that the pictures aren't traceable. Between the script and the pictures, he's sitting pretty as far as all that goes.

So, with his angstfic option gone, Jensen just starts writing the most cracked-out stories he can think of. He writes a genderbender where Red gets turned into a girl, a bodyswap where Ursala and Whit swap bodies and Whit and Red have sex (though he chickens out of writing any actual sex). One where Ursala actually turns into a bear. One where Red and Whit are unicorns, trying to convince Ursala to go with them to Candy Mountain. The crazier the scenario, the more people love it and Jensen is really starting to enjoy himself in a frighteningly genuine way when she shows up.

Jensen does not know who the fuck this preeveht-minion bitch thinks she is, but he hates her immediately. She waltzes into his fandom with a fucking entourage and thinks she can lay down a claim of BNFdom because she's been in other fandoms before? The fact that she has apparently written at least a dozen Jared/Jensen fics is really just icing on the cake. Even if Jensen is at least somewhat badass and hilarious in her stories.

Sure, he reads the fics. Out of curiosity and because he has some pretty good lines, but he skips over the part where Jared's junk touches him-- or his junk touches Jared. At least this time Jensen tops.

All of this, however, is completely beside the point. Jensen is itching to deliver a mighty smackdown, but he knows it's not a good idea and tries to refrain.

He lasts for about three days, until the chick writes some cracked-out post on the Red/Whit community. Some long existential essay about how the movie is a fantastic example of subverting gender roles, and how their brothercest is justified because that relationship is the actual romance of the movie. How the whole point of Jessica's character is to act as a conduit for Whit and Red to properly express their feelings for each other, and how this is a larger commentary on the social mores around them, and what is considered "okay" and manly and what is considered weak and wrong.

The really annoying part is that the essay is actually well-written, cohesive and kind of makes the point she sets out to make. Jensen, however, is drunk and leaves a comment that is the lj equivalent of, Your face.

alba_sucks: tl:dr but nice attempt at trying to justify your fixation on brothers fucking. i'd love to see ur essay on why its okay to write RPS/sarcasm

preeveht-minion: RPS looked at Sarcasm, eyes half-lidded. They'd never done this before, never crossed this line. RPS wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do, but with that look on Sarcasm's face, it certainly felt that way.

Jensen blinked at the screen. Oh no she didn't. "It's on, preeveht-bitch," Jensen says and hits Reply.

Thus starts the fandom's first ever flamewar. It even hits fandom_wank. Their baby fandom is now official, and Jensen has a nemesis.

***

The fandom_wank entry looks like this:

A perennial favorite-- Preeveht Minion's at it again

Never heard of the movie Snow White and Red Rose? That's okay, what you need to know is this: It has brothers, and where there are brothers, there is gay incestuous subtext.

preeveht-minion posts an essay about how the movie subverts social norms and such.

alba_sucks takes exception on the grounds of...RPS that preeveht-minion wrote in another fandom? preeveht-minion decides that the appropriate response is to mock alba_sucks on the basis of typos. It goes downhill from there.

Highlights include:

alba_sucks arguing that RPS is "soul rape" and invasive of the actors' personal lives. Only a few people back her up, but she claims that she got a bunch of supportive private messages. Yes, lurkers really support her in email. Next!

In response, preeveht-minion writes Ben McKenzie/Zach Quinto RPS in comments and everyone loves it.

alba_sucks leaves the internet in a huff and preeveht-minion loses interest once she isn't around to respond. Since these are the two BNFs in this tiny fandom, the wank continues in comments after they've gone.

The arguments are nothing new, but preeveht-minion's inimitable stylings make it worth the read.

***

So, yeah, that one didn't work out so well for Jensen. He thinks that maybe he shouldn't drink and post anymore.

Not that he actually cares or anything. This is all for shits and giggles, and Jensen's got more fangirls than this chick ever will. He just feels mildly thwarted because it's his first flamewar, and from what he can tell, preeveht-minion is a seasoned warrior. He'll hold his own next time, he's sure of it.

***

It's three a.m. when the phone rings. "Lo?" Misha says. Unfortunately, he has to answer these calls because he knows he's the "I'm in jail" call guy for at least three people. There are times when Misha hates his friends.

"Darling, could you tell me why my publicist sent me an email this afternoon with a piece of fiction on the internet that contains references to activities I actually undertook?"

"Zach. Why is my number the one you dialed? Did you piss off your neighbor again?" It's the best he can come up with being woken up out of a dead-sleep.

Zach sighs. "It's almost endearing that you pretend whole chunks of your memory are non-functioning, but we did have the conversation about your internet addiction. Several times."

Right.

"Also? Of the people who know about that particular incident, you are the only one who would write about it."

"I must now stoop to that old bon mot -- fuck you." Misha's not entirely certain why this conversation needed to happen right now. He is clearly not at his best.

"Do not for one moment think that you're untouchable, Misha Collins." Zach clucks his tongue. "This is your warning."

"Yeah, okay. What the fuck does that even mean?"

"Don't write stories about my personal life on the internet, fucktard." So Zach is drunk then.

"Duly noted." Misha hangs up, promptly forgets the entire conversation and goes back to sleep.

***

The next morning, Misha wakes up with the urge to write Zach/Chris Pines fic. Because, really? Unless you're in jail or you know Misha's going to be out and about, you should not call him in the middle of the night.

Three hours later, Misha posts a fic about a barbecue Chris had where he laced the punch with liquid amphetamines and Zach ended up pretending to be an ape. It's NC-17 because that's how Misha rolls on too-little sleep. Someone links to it on ontd_startrek. That someone may or may not have been one of Misha's puppet journals. Sometimes they have a mind of their own.

Only when it is too late does Misha think that he should have maybe just called Zach and explained about the impromptu flamewar. Generally speaking, when Misha gets involved with those sorts of things, he's the one who starts it. As in, he writes a wanky post and the first fifteen comments are his puppets. Just to get things rolling. He has absolutely no idea what crawled up this alba_sucks chick's ass, besides maybe Jessica Alba. The thing is, he couldn't just leave her comment unchallenged. He can admit to himself that perhaps he let the situation get out of hand.

Whatever. It's not like anyone but Zach knows that the story he wrote is trueish. Well, maybe a few other people, but none of them are likely to be reading his preeveht-minion journal. Except maybe Zach's publicist. But she doesn't know the story's true, so his point still stands.

Later that evening, he gets a text from Zach that reads, I'm not sure why you insist on engaging me in this, but you have. So be it.

Misha has to laugh at the ominous tone and texts back, Aren't you pleased that I gave you the boyfriend of your heart?

No. No I am not.

Whatever. Misha's sure Zach knows that it's all in good fun. Besides, what's he really going to do?

Admittedly, Misha has never been good about heeding the flashing lights and signs that say, "DANGER, WARNING, THIS IS A LINE YOU SHOULD NOT CROSS!"

***

Jensen is out for the night, at The Echo for a show because his friends are playing and perhaps Jensen needs to step away from the internet for awhile. Jared looked more than a little relieved when he told him he was actually leaving the house. He, in fact, offered to go with him, which was sort of sweet, since Jensen knows how Jared feels about his musician friends. Usually, Jensen would take him up on the offer because Jared is a good distraction from Jensen's ennui and he's fan-fucking-tastic about running interference between Jensen and random fans when necessary.

Tonight, however, Jensen lets Jared off the hook. He's only fit for his own company at the moment. He's in the mood to get really fucking shit-faced and be a dick to everyone he comes in contact with, and he knows that given half a chance, Jared can cajole him out of that mood. Jensen doesn't want to be cajoled. He's angry about petty internet bullshit and wants to go play at being a rock star.

The club is crowded, but Jensen manages to elbow his way to a position at the bar. He's attempting to flag down the bartender when the crowd parts and someone sidles up next to him. "You are Jensen Ackles."

The "no shit" reply dies on Jensen's lips when he turns to see who's sitting next to him with an open and friendly smile. "And you're Zachary Quinto," he says instead, holding out his hand. "I'm a fan." Which is kind of true. He saw Star Trek.

"Zach, please." Zach shakes his hand, pressing a card into his palm.

Jensen gives him a confused look and glances down at the card. The only thing on it is preevhet-minion.livejournal.com and Jensen feels like he's been sucker-punched. How the fuck would Zach Fucking Quinto know about this?

"Just thought you should know," Zach says, flagging down the bartender. He points at Jensen's drink and holds up two fingers. "Misha Collins is writing RPS about you under that name."

Now Jensen feels like he's been man-checked. The fuck? "This name? Misha? This name?" It's not exactly his best comeback ever.

Zach gives him a sidelong look and quirks an eyebrow. "I presume Misha has not shared is internet activities with you?"

"Sonofafuckingbitch," Jensen answers. "Have you told anyone else about this?"

"I debated for awhile before I decided on my course of action." Zach leans his elbows on the bar and steeples his fingers in front of him. "I figured you were the best person to tell." The self-satisfied smile on his face is the only thing that ruins his criminal-mastermind routine.

Jensen laughs then. Of all the fandoms in all the world, Misha had to wander into his. It's funny because Jensen could quite cheerfully kill Misha Collins right now. "Sonofabitch." Jensen looks at Zach again. "How do you feel about holding off telling Misha I'm aware of his activities for awhile?"

"As long as it involves revenge, I'm all in."

This is when Jensen remembers that Misha has written a story or two about Zach as well. He grins when the bartender brings their drinks. Picks his up and says, "Hello, new best friend."

Zach clinks his glass against Jensen's with a nod of his head.

It is so on.

***

Misha logs on to livejournal, scrolls back to the last post he read and starts skimming his friends list. He likes to read them in chronological order to the point of being mildly OCD about it. He frowns a little when he sees that alba_sucks has posted to one of the Supernatural comms. One of the Castiel comms. Admittedly, this girl is not the first nemesis that Misha's had on the internet, but for whatever reason she irritates him more than most.

The post starts out, "Hey, all. I'm new to the community!" The cuttag says, "Can I just squee for a moment about how awesome Misha Collins is?"

"Damn straight," Misha mutters. Against his better judgment, he clicks on the cut.

So, I have to admit, ever since I discovered Misha on SPN, I am just totally into him!!! He's just so...*swoons* And he's totally hilarious!!! Anyways, I admit that I recently started some major wank about RPS, and now I shamefully want to start writing Misha/Jensen. LOLZ!!!!! I guess it just goes to show, never say never in fandom, right? So, am I just totally crazy to just want to write a bunch of Misha/Jensen porn? WHAT HAS MISHA DONE TO ME?!?

Misha stares dumbly at the post for a moment. Was she for real? Against his better judgment, he starts to read the comments.

The first one says, "You get to be wrong on the internet once. HAHAHAHA!! It's cool, just so long as you post a link to your porn here! We forgive a lot when porn is involved. Yes, Misha is totally to blame. He fucking sucks!!!! *laughs*"

It is with a concerted effort that Misha closes the link without reading more and moves on down the list. The occasional crazy shit is one of the hazards of being a celebrity on the internet.

Three posts down is another one from alba_sucks. The subject is "Misha/Jensen RPS".

The post reads:

OMG you guys are awesomely supportive! ROTFLMAO!!! So I guess I kind of lied when I said I was thinking about writing fic. I wasn't so much thinking about it as actually doing it!!!!! So here, for your approval is my fic!

Chapter 1

It is a truth universally acknowledged that an actor guest starring in a successful TV show must be in want of a good fuck.

The new guy wiped a hand on his jeans before proffering it. "Misha. Misha Collins. It's a pleasure, Mr Ackles."

Jensen made a small annoyed noise and put down his pen; Kripke had called and asked for his help on the next script and these revisions weren't going to write themselves. He looked up at the small, dark man standing in front of him.

He had expected someone more commanding, someone with less of the whiff of desperation about him. The guy was not unattractive though – he had the sort of lean musculature that comes from real manual labor.

"Yes, it usually is. Call me Jensen."

Misha gripped Jensen's hand between both of his - one of the many things and probably the least infectious, he'd picked up from Bill Clinton - and squeezed, slowly and firmly.

Jensen narrowed his emerald green eyes, and saw on Misha's face not just awe at meeting an actor of Jensen's caliber, but a desperate intense hunger. Sort of like the way Jared looked at a carb after a month on the South Beach diet. Misha licked his tongue along his lips, and Jensen swore he heard him swallow a whimper.

So this was his angel.

****

"Oh, come on." Misha knows he should know better, that he should just stop now. But he can't seem to help himself, so he decides to skip ahead a few chapters.

Chapter 5

Misha knelt in supplication, overwhelmed with the sheer beauty of Jensen's magnificent cock. It's proportions were in perfect harmony, and each ridge and vein so perfectly defined it might have been carved from the finest marble. A bead of precome beaded on the eye, surface tension holding it place like a perfect pearl. In that moment, it was too much. He didn't deserve this, was unworthy of this privilege.

"You going to suck it or write an ode to it?" Jensen's finger's tightened in his hair, and jerked his head back. Looking up Misha saw those long lashes brushing caramel freckles, spattered like paint from an artists' brush over high cheekbones, as Jensen regarded him impatiently.

Misha opened his mouth to frame a reply, but found his words tumbling onto Jensen's swollen head as it rammed into his mouth. Misha pushed forward, sheathing the fleshy sword in his throat, feeling its steely hardness stretch him wide. Like a penitent worshiper he bobbed forward and then drew back, then swallowed him down until his forehead rested against Jensen's taut abs.

"Such a whore for my dick. Love being my come slut don't you?"

There was a taste in Misha's mouth, bitter and salty - cock juice mixed with the tears that were sliding down his cheeks and anointing Jensen's shaft.

He felt truly blessed.

***

"Oh, come on!" Misha looked around the room, half-expecting someone to jump out and yell, "Gotcha!" Nobody is there, but when he looks back at the computer, the horrible fic still is.

"This is such bullshit!"

***

Found over at wank_report:

Some of you may remember this wank from the Snow White/Rose Red movie fandom. For their first wank, little fandom's BNF alba_sucks calls preevhet-minion out on some RPS she wrote in Supernatural.

For their second wank, preevhet-minion calls alba_sucks out on...some RPS she wrote in SPN? We've officially fallen through the rabbit hole.

Apparently, P-M takes offense at A_S's characterization of Misha Collins. A_S says, "You don't like it, don't read!"

P-M responds: THAT IS NOT WHAT MISHA IS LIKE IRL!!! HE DOESN'T CRY DURING SEX!!!

A_S: How would you know? Are you his sister?

Everyone else: Why would his sister know if he cries during sex?

Much wank about how anyone can really know what these guys do. Go marvel at the truly bizarre WTFedness of it all.

ETA: The spin-off incest wank is as delightful as it is unexpected. Enjoy, kiddies!!!

***

Misha's first instinct is to call Zach. The phone is actually ringing before he realizes that Zach would perhaps not be the most sympathetic person to this particular plight. So he calls Jensen instead.

Jensen answers the phone with, "What's up, man?" He sounds particularly pleased about life.

"There's gay porn about us on the internet!"

"What, are you new?" Jensen actually starts laughing. "I can't believe you're upset about it."

"You don't understand!" It's not actually the gay porn he's upset about. It's that the story is so bad. He's usually hilariously awesome in fic! Misha cannot think of a way to properly convey the horror of this particular story. So he blurts out, "I cry during sex!!!"

There's a long pause on Jensen's end. Then, "Well, I guess the first step is admitting it."

"I feel like you're not entirely sympathetic to my plight," Misha says a few minutes later once Jensen's guffaws have calmed down into sporadic chuckles. "I thought this creeped you out."

"I don't know," Jensen says philosophically. "I mean, it could be worse, right? They could have paired you with Chad Michael Murray. I mean, really. It's not like it's soul-rape or anything."

Misha narrows his eyes, though this has absolutely no effect since Jensen cannot see him. "What did you say?"

"I said it could be worse!" Jensen says brightly. "Loosen up a little." Then he unceremoniously hangs up on Misha.

Oh, it is so on.

***

Jensen is feeling quite pleased with himself the next day as he scrolls through his friends list. The tide, he feels, has turned. He had defenders in their most recent wank, and everybody loved his story.

His smile fades when he sees that preevhet-minion has posted.

So, I guess I shouldn't post while drunk! *laughs* Anyway, I decided that instead of harshing on other peoples fics, I'd just write my own! So here is a little Jensen/Misha ficlet. These are the boys I see in my head! My public apologies to alba_sucks for being so incredibly crazycakes yesterday! I'm sorry, darling!

For fic, follow the link: They're sitting on a patio behind a French bistro in Larchmont when life opens up to Misha and he's struck with a firm truth.

Toodles!

Jensen reads the whole story, it isn't long. Then he reads it again.

They're sitting on a patio behind a French bistro in Larchmont when life opens up to Misha and he's struck with a firm truth. He takes a sip of his drink and looks away from Jensen's face. Evening's approaching but not yet fully born, long shadows stretching out the transparent Los Angeles light. Jensen laughs at his own joke, something he manages to make charming against the rules of such things.

Misha is in love with this guy.

That's the sudden awareness that Misha finds between the cheese course and dessert on a Tuesday in the most unlikely city of angels.

"Dude," Jensen says and snaps his fingers a couple of times. "Tip-toeing through the tulips in your mind?"

Misha meets his eyes and smiles slowly. "What if I told you I love you?" Misha asks. He's not scared of this moment, the future will unfold as it will, and keeping this kind of secret only leads to pain and internal strife.

"Stop fucking with me, man," Jensen waves to the waiter. "You no-carbing it? 'Cuz I'm gonna have me dessert!"

The blood that drained from his face the first time returns in a rush the second. That goddamn cocky-ass sonofabitch! "Oh, you do not want to play gay chicken with me!"

He hits "Reply" and writes:

No need for apologies, bb! I guess we're even, y/y? Tho gotta say, if our crazy wank inspires this kind of writing, it might be worth it!! LOL!! This is a beautiful story! So evocative and dreamy and just... *sighs* I can really believe that Misha is totally in love with Jensen! Though, Jensen sort of comes across as a jackass here...

"How do you like me now?"

Misha's response comes two minutes later:

*laughs* I am totally in favor of a truce!!!! I see that you're in L.A. too! We should meet up sometime for drinks and talk about Jensen and Misha!!!

Maybe Jensen is kind of a jackass.

It perhaps speaks to the level of petty that Jensen has sunk to that the first response that pops into his head is, "I know you are, but what am I?"

Instead he writes:

Well, I guess he's pretty enough to get away with it, huh? That, or Misha is just glutton for punishement! *grins*

He's barely hit "post" before he gets a response.

*giggles* Maybe a little of both. Who knows?

As for more fic, any prompts? I totally take requests!!!

Jensen responds with one word: kidfic!!

Thirty minutes later, Misha calls and asks him out.

They have a date for 8:30 at Edendale.

Jensen showers and shaves. If Misha wants to dial this bitch up to eleven, Jensen's ready to dial it up to twelve. One way or another, Misha's going down.

Continue to Part II

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