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Title: Suit Me Just Fine
Fandom: CWRPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jared likes selling food. Jensen likes eating. Clearly, it's destiny.
Word Count: ~4,000
Warnings: Simple + Devine is a play on Loretta Devine's last name. All other misspellings are unintentional.

A/N: Written for [livejournal.com profile] amindaya as part of the [livejournal.com profile] spn_j2_xmas exchange challenge. I share a lot of your likes and loved your first prompt, but then life happened, and I didn't get to do all the things I wanted to do with this fic, so it's shorter than I expected it to be – and later, too.

I hope you'll enjoy it anyway. Happy New Year!

Thanks go to [livejournal.com profile] meiou_set for bouncing ideas with me and for her continued support as well as to [livejournal.com profile] dugindeep for her encouragement and last-minute beta. Additional thanks to the mods for organizing this challenge. Amazing ladies, all of them.


Suit Me Just Fine

"Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty." Jared opens the tongs to let the last grape fall into the bowl in front of him. "Nine slices of apple and thirty grapes, Mrs. Fleischmann." He smiles at her. "And it's over 70 degrees out, so I'm guessing you want yogurt on top."

"That would be lovely," Mrs. Fleischmann says, her brown eyes warm with a returning smile.

"Berries and chopped nuts, too?"

She gives him a reprimanding look. "No berries, Jared. It's a Thursday." Her voice tells him that he should have known better – which he really should have: No dark-colored fruit on days starting with a 'T', that's the rule.

"Of course. I forgot." He gives her an extra large scoop of yogurt to make up for his slip. Naturally, a small glob of it manages to drop off the serving spoon right onto his green-and-white uniform polo shirt. It's not like it would be the first time. His mom doesn't call him clumsy pants for nothing.

Topping off the fruit salad with a generous helping of mixed nuts, Jared hands over the bowl. "That's four forty-nine."

It's before noon, so Mrs. Fleischmann pays with a five-dollar bill and throws the change in the tip jar. "Thank you, dear. Have a wonderful day."

"You, too, Mrs. Fleischmann."

As soon as the door closes behind her, Genevieve saunters out of the kitchen. "So, how's Crazy Kabbalah Lady today?"

"She's not crazy," Jared says pointedly. So maybe Mrs. Fleischmann is a bit ... special, but she's also very sweet. Jared likes her a lot. "And it's not a Kabbalah thing." Or at least he doesn't think it is. "She just likes for things to be a certain way."

Genevieve throws a grape in the air and catches it in her mouth. "She orders a specific number of fruit slices depending on the date – and different scoops of soup depending on the day of the week. And what was that other rule? Credit in the morning, debit in the afternoon?"

"Cash in the morning, credit in the afternoon," Jared corrects her without hesitation. He's generally pretty good with memorizing their customers' specific preferences and, okay, little quirks.

"See. That woman is crazycakes." Genevieve chews thoughtfully. "Not in a psycho killer way, though."

Jared doesn't even know why, but he feels weirdly protective of Mrs. Fleischmann. "She just likes to have rules and know what things are going to be like. There's nothing wrong with that. It's like a safety in numbers thing."

Genevieve gives him a look. "That phrase doesn't mean what you think it means, Jared," she says with her signature smugness.

Unfortunately, she's right, so Jared can't do more than a weak, "Whatever," in terms of a comeback. He fully expects her to call him on it when she suddenly dashes back off into the kitchen, mumbling something along the lines of, "Go get 'em, tiger," around a too-large slice of peach.

A moment later, the bell announcing a new customer chimes, and Jared realize what she was really saying. Not 'them', but 'him'. Suit Guy.

So maybe Jared's been having this ridiculous crush on one of the customers at Simple + Devine. And maybe he's not been as discreet about it as he should have been, especially knowing his colleagues and their endless abilities to mock and matchmake and interfere. But with a guy this hot it's pretty much impossible to hide how interested he would potentially be. Sadly enough, Suit Guy is either completely oblivious or supremely uninterested himself.

Under different circumstances, Jared would just give it a try either way. It's not like he's shy or emotionally fragile. Usually, he'd say he's pretty good at flirting, at coming up with something to make the other person laugh and asking for numbers and first dates in a non-sleazy way. He also likes to think that he's charming enough to make up for his general lack of grace or subtly.

But with Suit Guy, it's different. A few weeks ago, when he first came in, Jared was so startled by his sheer gorgeousness that he all but forgot how to speak for a couple of seconds, which made the ordering process a little more awkward than strictly necessary. Just when Jared had regained full control of his vocal chords, he had scooped the guy's tomato soup with so much enthusiasm that some of it splashed onto Jared's work shirt, turning him into a blushing mix of embarrassment and mumbled apologies. He guesses it could have been worse. It could have been Suit Guy's shirt, which probably cost more than Jared's whole outfit on any given day.

His dubious fortune of only messing up his own shirt not withstanding, that first encounter's made Jared so self-conscious whenever the guy comes in – and so focused on not stammering or babbling or spilling things all over himself like the tool that he tends to be – that flirting seems pretty much out of the question. It's such a shame.

He's still being friendly – it's more or less his default setting – but he can't seem to engage the guy in a longer conversation, even with the store being empty like it is today. Hell, he hasn't even found the guts to ask for his name, although Jared has a habit of learning pretty much every customer's name after they've been here a couple of times.

And Suit Guy comes in every weekday. Right around two, when the lunch crowd has thinned out and business is a little slow, he shows up – short hair neatly combed to the side, face perfectly clean-shaven and clad in an immaculate suit – and gets something to go. If only he didn't pay cash every time, Jared could at least have gleaned his name from his credit card by now. And clearly, that thought doesn't make him feel pathetic at all.

Anyway, Suit Guy is here now. A little earlier than usual, but flawlessly dressed and handsome as always, making Jared acutely aware of the rapidly drying yogurt stain on his shirt and the shaggy mob of hair on his head that he sees reflected in one of the glass cases in front of him. Why does he even bother using a brush in the morning? And how does Suit Guy pull off always looking so well put together? It's not fair.

"Hello," Jared says, trying for a bright smile, "what can I get you?"

Normally, the guy rattles off his order at this point, but this time, he answers with a question. "I don't know." He smiles and Jared melts a little right on the spot. "Is there anything you can recommend?"

Jared swallows. A question. For his opinion. A possible conversation starter. A perfect opportunity for him to mess up. He takes a breath and tries to think quickly. The guy probably hasn't got all day.

"We have a red lentil soup with tamarind and coriander." He's not sure whether the guy really looks skeptical or if it's just his imagination, but Jared immediately feels the need to justify his choice. "I know it's warm out and that sounds like a winter dish, but it's quite light, without cream, served at medium temperature. And Aldis makes this amazing toasted Ciabatta bread from scratch that comes with the soup. It tastes awesome."

The smile the guy gives him now would probably best be described as 'indulgent' and there's a small laugh in his voice when he says, "But isn't everything here made from scratch?" and points to the sign right above Jared's head, which reads, "Simple + Devine. Always organic. Always homemade. Always delicious."

Jared feels himself blush furiously. "Yeah," he gives a nervous laugh, "yeah, of course it is." He motions towards the kitchen, which is only separated from the sales area by a glass wall, so customers can see where and how the food is prepared. It's part of Loretta's philosophy. She's about to open a fourth location next month, so it seems to be working for her.

"And in case you were wondering: it's organic, too. And delicious," Jared says self-deprecatingly.

For a moment, the guy looks surprised, and then he raises his chin a little and laughs, flashing two perfect rows of white teeth, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Jared is so gone.

"I guess that's what I'll be having then," he says and, after a beat, adds, "Jared."

Jared's heart almost stops – how does Suit Guy, hot Suit Guy, know his name? – but then he remembers that it's actually embroidered on his shirt. Still. It's the first time the guy called him by name. That's progress.

Suit Guy also happens to pay by credit card for the first time, so when he takes his paper bag with the food and thanks Jared for the recommendation, Jared risks another bright grin and says, "You're welcome, Jensen."

He doesn't even care about the speculative look Genevieve shoots him when she comes back to restock the fridge with ready-made sandwiches.

--

Right after the lunch rush the next day, Jensen is back at Simple + Devine - and Genevieve magically disappears into the kitchen as soon as she spots him through the large front window. Jared's not exactly unhappy about it.

"That was some great soup yesterday," Jensen says as he walks up to the counter. "Thank you." There's a quirk to his mouth that brings Jared dangerously close to sighing like a starstruck teenager, and when Jensen asks what he should be getting for lunch this time, Jared's feeling so pleased that even he realizes it's a little ridiculous.

It becomes sort of a thing between them after that, and Jared spends more time than he probably should planning a special lunch for Jensen each day.

When Jensen keeps coming back for more, praising Jared's choices in that confident, slightly raspy voice, though, it feels more than worth it.

--

Jared has just started cutting up vegetables when Chad comes in with his usual swagger and an I ♥ your mom baseball cap. "Yo bitches, what's up?"

"No one here is your bitch, Chad. Now grab a knife and help me with the veggie sticks. Those bell peppers aren't gonna cut themselves." Jared shoots Chad an irritated look. "And take off that cap. Loretta would throw a fit if she caught you wearing it with your uniform."

Chad squints at him and pulls the cap from his head before scratching his belly. "What happened, J-man? I thought you and Preppy McWall Street really hit it off. Shouldn't you be singing show tunes and farting rainbows or something?"

Jared rolls his eyes. He won't even dignify that with a response.

"He's just bitter because the guy came in with a hot chick hanging off of his arm yesterday." Genevieve informs Chad. Jared hates her a little.

"I'm not," he says, though he totally is. "Just because I ask Chad to do what he's getting paid for doesn't mean I'm in a bad mood."

Neither Genevieve nor Chad pay his denial any attention. "How hot was she?" Chad asks instead, but at least he gets out a chopping board.

"Extremely hot. Wrap dress and high-heeled shoes, long dark hair and a fabulous pair of tits." Genevieve makes an appropriately inappropriate hand gesture to go with that statement. "Much too classy for you, but you would have drooled anyway."

"You bet I would've. I'm never afraid to show my appreciation of the female form." Chad leers and runs his finger along the bell pepper in his hand suggestively.

Why is Jared even friends with those two?

When the customer bell chimes a moment later, Chad and Genevieve both shout, "Not it," before Jared can so much as turn to look at the door.

It's Jensen. Of course it is. At least he's not bringing company today.

With an exasperated eye roll aimed at his two colleagues, Jared pushes the glass door of the kitchen open and steps behind the counter.

Jensen smiles at him like nothing is different, which it probably isn't for him. Jared's stupid crush is not really his fault, after all. Except for how Jensen keeps coming here every day, wearing these stupidly attractive suits on his stupidly well-proportioned body that match his stupidly perfect face. And how he keeps asking for Jared's opinion on what to eat and thanking him for the great recommendations that help him "broaden his culinary horizon." (Yeah, okay, so maybe that's not a direct quote, but Jared's always had a bit of a flair for drama.) And anyway, Jensen's always smiling at Jared these days like they're in on the same private joke, always lingers a little to share random tidbits about themselves and talk about completely unimportant things.

So maybe Jared feels like his crush is pretty much completely Jensen's fault, but this is still his place of work, and it's still not a crime to be nice to the person who's selling you your lunch – even when you're totally leading them on and make them think that this is heading somewhere, and even if that person has been trying to find an opening to ask you out for over a week now.

"Hello," Jared says with a smile that feels just as pasted on as it is, "what can I get you?"

"Whatever is good," Jensen says, grinning, though Jared thinks he detects a hint of confusion on his face, "like always." Jensen gives him a conspiratorial wink. "You should know by now that I trust your judgment."

And it's stupid how Jensen's praise instantly makes his cheeks flush a little. Jared mentally shakes his head at himself. He's just like a puppy eager for treats and a pat on the head.

"We have round zucchini with a ground beef and goat cheese filling. They're pretty good. And the smoothie of the day is also great," he says with his most professional smile.

Jensen seems to sense that something is off, and it sends a small jolt of satisfaction through Jared. "So, um," Jensen says, and it's probably the first time Jared's seen him look a little confused, maybe even nervous, "I was meaning to ask you something."

Jared feels his eyebrows go up in a question, and he almost forgets about that gorgeous woman for a moment, the one with the perfect hair and perfect dress and perfect ass whose designer clothes would go much better with Jensen's impeccable suits and luxurious ties and the fucking waistcoats he wears sometimes than Jared's usual jeans and a t-shirt. Somehow, Jared can't help himself – or the small flare of hope in his gut that Jensen might finally ask him out.

He's looking back at Jensen in anticipation, a little mesmerized by the way Jensen bites his lip and looks away for a moment before he finally blurts out the words, "Would you ... I mean, do you happen to cater for functions?"

All in all, it's just not Jared's day.

--

A few weeks later, Jared's mood is considerably brighter – which quite possibly has something to do with the fact that Danneel, the beautiful woman who was tagging along with Jensen, turns out to be Jensen's boss, but definitely not his girlfriend. At least Jared deduces as much from the way she keeps outrageously flirting with Aldis when she and Jensen come in to discuss the catering for Harris Clothiers' five-year anniversary party.

His hunch is confirmed when Jensen later tells him about how they've been best friends since college while Jared happily heaps lemon thyme couscous into Jensen's take-away box and adds an especially generous helping of the cherry plum reduction in a separate container. He's in a really giving mood all of a sudden.

Unfortunately, his good mood doesn't go unnoticed by his colleagues, who are not above drawing lipstick hearts onto his locker before his shift and seem to greatly enjoy singing "Jared and Jensen sitting in a tree: K-I-S-S-I-N-G" as soon as the door swings shut behind Jensen. It's more than a little embarrassing. It's also, quite sadly, not true at all. Although he can't seem to convince them of the tragically platonic nature of his and Jensen's relationship.

When even Mike Rosenbaum, Simple + Devine's produce supplier, asks Jared about his new boyfriend as he hauls in a month's supply of potatoes, Jared's just about had it.

"We're not together, okay?" he says a little more loudly than he intended. "We get along, but nothing's happened, and at this point, I really don't think it will." Saying it like that makes him realize that this might well be the truth. If Jensen were interested at all, he surely would have made a move by now.

At first, Jared thinks he imagines Mike singing "You Can't Hurry Love" under his breath as he leaves a few minutes later, but when the delivery crates the next day are painted in a completely unsubtle shade of pink and Jared finds the words, "Carpe diem: make it happen!" written all over the accompanying delivery slip, Jared's pretty sure he heard right. And when he discovers some radishes carved into the shape of hearts among the produce, Mike's message seems pretty clear.

Too bad Jared's too stubborn – and maybe a little too chicken, too – to take his advice.

--

When Jared agreed to work as one of the servers for this anniversary thing – he can always use some extra money – he didn't exactly picture himself standing inside the fitting room of Harris Clothiers: Tailors and Shirtmakers wearing a suit that costs more than he makes at Simple + Devine in a month. Yet here he is, not even a week before the event.

As he straightens his tie, he has to admit that the suit makes him feel ... different. He doesn't think he ever looked so good. Handsome. Grown up. Like someone Jensen would date.

He barely resists the urge to snap a photo with his phone and send it to his mother.

The material of the suit is soft and lightweight, fitting perfectly around his shoulders and tapering down just right to his waist. The dark blue of the ensemble suits his skin tone and he even likes the subtle pattern of the tie and pocket square that bring out the color of his eyes. Or at least that's what Danneel said they did.

Jared's learned more about colors and style and choosing the right suit for the occasion in the last half hour than he's known in his life. Which, admittedly, isn't saying much.

"I still can't believe Danneel talked all of you into modeling our clothes while serving," he hears Jensen's voice say through the thick, velvety curtain.

"Yeah," Jared laughs, "me either. But she's paying extra so it's not like I mind."

After Danneel figured out the details of Simple + Devine's catering for the anniversary party with Loretta, she had the fabulous (her word, not Jared's) idea of them not just serving the food in their regular catering uniform (black pants and white button-downs), but to dress all of them in clothes they sell at Harris Clothiers.

At first, Jared wasn't too happy with the idea, but after Danneel promised that they wouldn't be held liable for any damages to the clothes, he and the others agreed.

And since Jared didn't make it to the fitting his colleagues had on Monday because of a test in his grad program, they had to make a special appointment. Wednesday night, right after closing.

Which is why he's now standing here, looking his best and nervous as hell.

"Jared, are you about ready?" Danneel's voice comes through the curtain, not even giving him the chance to reply before her hands part the heavy material. "Because I'm coming in."

"Damn," she says with a wink, "I half hoped you weren't decent yet."

"Danneel," Jensen hisses right behind her, obviously embarrassed, but doesn't follow her inside the small, mirrored room. When she takes a step to the right and pulls him beside her, Jensen doesn't resist, though.

Jared expects some kind of comment, a compliment maybe or even criticism of something not looking quite right, but Jensen doesn't say anything. Instead, he takes his time slowly looking Jared up and down. Drinking him in, seizing him up.

The moment's too long, too quiet, doesn't seem to end, and when their eyes finally meet, Jensen swallows thick enough for Jared to notice. His cheeks might also be a little flushed.

Before the hypnotic, almost awkward tension becomes too much, Danneel breaks it. "Not too shabby, huh, Jensen?" she asks cheerfully and elbows him in the side with a knowing smile.

Casually, she comes closer to straighten Jared's lapels and declares, "I'd say we found you the perfect suit, Jared. The customers will love it. They'll probably think it will make them look taller – and a lot more buff." She snickers and pats his chest one last time. "My work here is done. I'm off for the night." With sure strides, she quickly bypasses Jensen, and by the time Jared's processed that she's leaving, she's already throwing an, "I'll lock you two in. Don't forget to turn off the lights once you leave," over her shoulder.

And then they're alone all of a sudden.

Jensen swallows again and laughs self-consciously. "That was ... subtle."

Jared just smiles. The flush is still there in Jensen's cheeks. It's adorable, and it gives Jared a small surge of confidence he usually lacks in Jensen's company.

"So," he says with a small twirl, "how do you like it?"

Jensen's eyes widen, like he's surprised Jared even has to ask. "You," he swallows again, his throat working and jaw clenching slightly, "you look great."

"I totally do, right?" Jared says and grins mischievously. "I didn't know new clothes could make you feel like this." He runs his index finger along the inside of his shirt collar and pulls a little. "Though I'm still not entirely sure about the tie."

"The tie is fine. More than fine." Jensen gives him an assessing look. "But a loose Windsor knot might be more your style."

Without warning, he steps up to Jared and puts his hands on Jared's tie. This close, Jared can smell the clean, woodsy scent of Jensen's aftershave, and it feels like the side of Jensen's hand resting on his chest is burning right through the fabric of his new shirt, warming Jared's skin.

"I could help you with that," Jensen says; no, murmurs.

"That-" Now it's Jared's turn to swallow thickly. "That would be great."

Jensen's hands are deft and strong and work much too quickly, but even as he takes a step back, the look in his eyes is heated.

"When I thought about taking off some of your clothes, I sure as hell didn't think I'd be putting them right back on," he chuckles darkly, only to step further away just a moment later, his eyes roaming the ground and an embarrassed expression on his face.

"I can't believe I just said that." His eyes dart to Jared's, then quickly look away again. "I'm sorry. I just. I didn't." And hearing Jensen – calm, self-assured Jensen – stammering and unable to find the right words because of him is just about the most confidence-boosting thing Jared's ever seen.

"Come on, Jared," Jensen finally says, a slight pleading in his voice that's only half-humorous, "help me out here. I'm not reading this wrong, am I?"

And Jared can't help the quick snort of laughter. All the crushing and pining on his side and all the teasing and well-meaning (if sometimes crude, especially in Chad's case) advice from his colleagues and friends – it should be so very, very obvious.

Now there's only one thing left to do: He takes a big step, right up into Jensen's space, and gently cups Jensen's jaw in his hand.

"You're not reading this wrong. Not at all," he breathes against Jensen's cheek before he moves in for their first kiss.

It's almost an hour before they finally lock up behind themselves and head out for dinner together.

In Jared's opinion, it's time well spent.
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Date: 2011-01-01 05:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] z3s-keep-going.livejournal.com
oh boys! i loved it!

Date: 2011-01-01 04:29 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-01-01 05:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amindaya.livejournal.com
OH HOLY CRAP. I am FLAILING right now, I love it so much. This is 100% worth the wait in every way. So even though my favorite part was EVERYTHING, I will go through and point out the stuff I liked ESPECIALLY.

The way it opened was just FANTASTIC. This is exactly what I was hoping for with the quirky customers thing.

And SAFETY IN NUMBERS, and Jared not meaning what he thinks it means, I DIED. DIEDDDD.

And when you introduced Suit Guy there I may have squealed a little. Just a little. Possibly flailed my hands a bit, complete with ~spirit fingers. :D! I love how neat and put-together you describe Jensen, and that he asks Jared to sugest a dish, and that it's ORGANIC FOOD. Lemon thyme couscous! Cherry plum reduction! Goat cheese!

"And in case you were wondering: it's organic, too. And delicious," Jared says self-deprecatingly. I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

And you included CHAD. HEARTS, hearts forEVER. And boss!Daneel is the best thing EVER, because I LOVE it when the ladies are awesome in fic! And Mike the produce guy!!! Genvieve with her BFF shove-in-the-right-direction-ness. I think if I flail any harder I might break something!

And you even included JARED IN A SUIT. HOW ARE YOU SO AWESOME??? This is the perfectest thing ever to perfect in the land of perfectdom. I am overwhelmed. UBERWHELMED.

I loved the little detail that they're not going to be held responsible for damages, since Jared clearly has trouble keeping his shirts clean. :D

Danneel, you are SO SUBTLE. :DD

That pleading line? "help me out here. I'm not reading this wrong, am I?" KILLED ME. So, so totally perfect.

I am convinced I was matched with the most perfect match of the entire exchange: this is better than anything I could have hoped for or imagined. Thank you SO VERY MUCH.

Date: 2011-01-01 05:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amindaya.livejournal.com
And the ~title! The punny title, I love that TOO. :D

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Date: 2011-01-01 05:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fictionalknight.livejournal.com
i so love how you write these characters, and this was just totally sweet and fun -- i have a thing for the beginning of a romance, as I'm sure you probably know. ;)

I'm tempted to beg for more... ;)

[as a side note - thank you for the card! it really made my day!!]

Date: 2011-01-01 06:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Thanks so much. I agree completely: the beginning is often the best part, when everything's still new and everything seems possible.

And I'm happy you liked the card. I was a little worried that it might not have reached you because of the crazy weather.

Date: 2011-01-01 06:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wicked-liz.livejournal.com
LMAO!

That was absolutely delicious, I adore awkward!boys muchly. The Violent Femmes tag really killed me XD

Date: 2011-01-01 10:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Thanks!

Yeah, Blister in the Sun never gets old. And that line always makes me think of JPad, so I made it my JPad tag.

Date: 2011-01-01 06:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ms-soma.livejournal.com
hahaha, this was great! loved the banter between Jared and his colleagues, Jensen's subtle hints at flirting, and the whole world plotting against (or is that for?) Jared. lots of fun!!

Date: 2011-01-01 10:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
I'm happy you enjoyed. Thank you!

Date: 2011-01-01 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orvida.livejournal.com
WHOLY MOLY THAT WAS SMOKINGGGGGGG HOT AND I JUST LOVE HOW BASHFUL JARED IS IN THE BEGINNING AND THAN JENSEN AT THE SHOP PLEASE TELL ME THAT YOU MIGHT DO A SEQUEL TO THIS FASCINATING STORY????
Edited Date: 2011-01-01 06:06 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-01-01 10:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
I'm not really a sequel/timestamp kind of person, but you never know ...

Thanks a lot for your comment! ♥

Date: 2011-01-01 10:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] equally-dour.livejournal.com
That was so cute!

Date: 2011-01-01 10:40 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-01-01 03:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] electricalgwen.livejournal.com
Very sweet and cute! I enjoyed this. :)

Date: 2011-01-03 12:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Thank you :)

Date: 2011-01-01 05:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kazie-oh.livejournal.com
this was great. I love pining!Jared, and suit!Jensen, and oh, the food. The food! Hearts!!

Date: 2011-01-03 12:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Thanks a lot! Food is always a plus.

Date: 2011-01-01 11:25 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] painted-pain.livejournal.com
This was absolutely wonderful; quite delicious, actually, if I must be completely honest! :)

Date: 2011-01-03 12:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
I'm happy you liked it :)

Date: 2011-01-02 01:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] one-2-3-4.livejournal.com
*waves hands* I'm not even through my first cup of coffee and I had to read this and it's awesome! Lovelovelove the details, the circumstance, and how different Jared and Jensen are, but still very attracted to each other and not playing the "he's too classy, I serve soup" card. Fantastic job, thanks for sharing!

Date: 2011-01-03 12:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
I'm so glad you enjoyed this and liked the characterizations - even before being properly caffeinated ;)

Date: 2011-01-03 01:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] akintay.livejournal.com
Awww &hearts

Date: 2011-01-05 04:37 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-01-04 05:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nightporters.livejournal.com
But how did they spend the time *taps fingers*. Lovely story.

Date: 2011-01-05 04:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Capoeira? Origami? Swapping recipes for sewing patterns? The possibilities are endless.

Date: 2011-01-04 06:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] veiw13.livejournal.com
Adorable! This made me smile!

Date: 2011-01-05 04:45 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-01-04 07:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dr-ducktator.livejournal.com
Absolutely charming. I am charmed. This is so sweet. So well done. MOAR!

Date: 2011-01-05 04:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Thank you, young Skywalker. I'm happy you liked it.

Date: 2011-01-04 08:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pollyspn.livejournal.com
That was so cute! I enjoyed!!

Thanks for sharing it and congrats!!

Brazilian hugs

Date: 2011-01-05 04:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Thank you for your comment! ♥

Date: 2011-01-04 10:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lupina78.livejournal.com
OH HOW NIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!!! *squeeee*

Lovedlovedloved it!!! Sooo cute!!

I already read in your comments that you aren´t the sequel kind of person, but this, this REALLY needs to be sequel´d (I know, no real word, IDC though! LOL) PRETTY PULEAAAAASE WITH CHERRY ON TOP!!!
*does the Sam Winchester puppy eyes of doom-stare*

Btw..I know it was a gift for someone, but I couldn´t resist to put it to my memories....cuteness!alert-stories like this one simply scream "WANT TO BE RE-READ AGAIN* So hope this is okay! :)

*hugs you*

Date: 2011-01-05 04:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
I'm happy you enjoyed this enough to want to re-read it later - and despite being a gift, it's definitely meant for public consumption, so mem away.

Regarding a sequel/timestamp: right now, I'm trying to focus on my [livejournal.com profile] j2_everafter draft, but I'll definitely keep your enthusiasm for this story in mind :)

Thanks for your lovely comment ♥

Date: 2011-01-05 12:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azraelz-angel.livejournal.com
Absolutely loved this! :) Such a delightful fic. Thanks for sharing!

Date: 2011-01-05 04:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Thanks a lot! ♥

Date: 2011-01-05 12:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sienata.livejournal.com
i enjoyed this. poor boys - so clueless. but hey, that's what makes it so much fun, and they figured it out in the end. go them. :)

Date: 2011-01-05 04:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Happy you liked it. Thank you!

Date: 2011-01-05 02:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dugindeep.livejournal.com
This is lovely. As are you &hearts

Date: 2011-01-05 04:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Awww, bb. Thanks again! ♥

Date: 2011-01-09 11:28 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Love LOVE LOVE this story! Both Js are so adorkable I want to pinch their cheeks! The combination of yummy food (made me hungry!) and two handsome yet awkwardly-shy guys makes for one humorously sweet romance. I have to echo the sentiment for a sequel or at least a timestamp.

There aren't many J2 fics that have me smiling from beginning to end, yours did. Thank you! So looking forward to your J2 Everafter!

Date: 2011-01-11 07:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
I'm happy you have so much love for this story :)

I'm not going to lie: your comment encouraged me to finish my J2 Everafter draft on time, so I'm sending an extra-special thank-you your way!
Edited Date: 2011-01-11 07:36 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-01-20 06:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] scintilla10.livejournal.com
Oh my goodness, this is so adorable! I've gotta say I loved the suits (UNF) and the banter and the fantastic array of supporting characters, but I ADORED the descriptions of the delicious homemade organic food and the detail of Jared planning lunches for Jensen every day. Awwww. ♥

Date: 2011-01-22 01:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
I'm so happy you pointed out the supporting characters because, even though this is pretty short, I wanted the people around J2 to be distinct and likable.

And yes: the food! I thought if Loretta promises for it to be "always delicious", I'd better come up with something good :)

Date: 2011-01-25 09:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cee-m.livejournal.com
Firstly I heart Danneel and Genevieve as their friends. I hate when people make them into evil bitches or whatever. <3

Secondly this just hit all of my schmoopy happy buttons. So fabulous. :)

Date: 2011-01-26 04:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
I completely agree: it's so much more fun when they have awesome (lady) friends.

And I'm so happy you like it ♥

Date: 2011-01-29 06:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lazy-daze.livejournal.com
Eeee, this was totally adorable! \o/!!

Date: 2011-02-01 07:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Thank you! \o/

Date: 2011-02-01 07:00 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] meesasometimes.livejournal.com
*jumping up and down*
PG-13 and still satisfied!~!
now that's saying something..

Date: 2011-02-01 07:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Heh! It's probably the food ;)

Thank you.
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