Padackles Rec List
NOTE: New Rec's will be added at the top of the list.
The Jared Padalecki Untitled Project by esohpe(PG-13 at this time, Series, AU)
After Supernatural, Jensen and Jared aren't talking. But a film's a film and Jensen could really use the money.
A beautifully written, bordering on torturous, AU in which Jared leaves Supernatural to pursue a film career, and becomes a superstar, Jensen's career hits the skids after Supernatural - and they meet again on a film project.
Breaking Status Quo by raina_at. (NC-17, 11,600 words)
A beautifully executed, torturously long, Jensen has a crush fic.
Who We Were When by finn21. (NC-17, Series, AU)
Jared’s a fun loving jock with hidden angst. Jen’s a college hunk who moved in next door. Two worlds collide. A CRACKTASTIC, while beautifully slow and torturous, high-school fic. Note: This link leads you to the 9th installment, which has links to the first eight in it.
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NOTE: Everything below the line was my original list.
Six Degrees by estrella30. (NC-17, 9000 words)
Jen was done talking. He flicked on a few lights, waited for Jared to follow him inside, and after he did, Jensen closed and locked the door, set the alarm, and pushed Jared up against the nearest wall...
"This is completely stupid, you know" Jen said. His voice sounded thick to his own ears.
Jared looked at him and smiled slowly. His hair was falling in front of his eyes and he blew it back as he said "Probably."
Jared Knows Jensen by estrella30 (NC-17, long)
When Jensen talks about Johnny Depp though, his cheeks flush pink and he drops his eyes a little. He says how he thinks Johnny is a "master at his craft" and "someone Jensen would really love to work with one day." What Jensen isn't saying is that he thinks that Johnny Depp is hot. Jared knows this because he knows Jensen, and hell, he thinks Johnny Depp is kind of hot himself.
I basically rec everything that estrella30 has written. You can find her full catalogue in her memories.
Six Lessons to Live By by keepaofthecheez (NC-17, 11,605 Words)
He slung a leg across Jensen’s hips, stilling Jen’s actions. Tension thickened the air as both breathed unevenly in the darkness, and then Jensen moved again. It was subtle, uncertain, but it was there.
Jared sucked in sharply, dick stiffening as Jensen’s hips worked against him. His leg clenched around Jen’s thigh, hand opening and closing on his pillow. “Jen…what the fuck?” he managed.
Jen made a sound, a deliciously rough and throaty sound that had Jared fighting against the urge to grab him and fuck him senseless. Which was probably what Jensen wanted in the first place. Then, “Want me to stop?”
A Friend in Need’s a Friend Indeed (or What Happens at Welling's House, STAYS at Welling's House.) by keepaofthecheez (NC-17, Series, AU)
The first in her New OTP 'Verse (Smallville-era!Jensen and Gilmore Girls-era!Jared.)
Jared wasn’t really sure what the hell he was thinking, coming here.
He’d accepted Tom’s invitation because, well, Tom was Tom. The Superman of the WB in both a literal and figurative sense. Jared was more like…Peter Pan. Or maybe even Wendy. Anyway, he wasn’t someone to say no to attending Tom Welling’s “little get-together”, especially when Superman himself had done the asking.
I basically rec everything that keepaofthecheez has written. You can find most of her catalogue at Sinful Desires.
Finding His Place by Dhvana. (NC-17, Series)
"...I’ve been doing my damnedest not to do anything that would damage our friendship, and then you had to go and sprout wood while we were playing around.”
“I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, not knowing what else to say, and Jensen leaned forward, his lips brushing Jared’s ear. Jared inhaled a shaky breath only to fill his lungs with Jensen’s soap and leather scent, and his blood boiled.
“Don’t be sorry,” his co-star whispered in that sex-roughened voice of his. “Be grateful. If we hadn’t been surrounded by people, I would have yanked down your jeans and sucked you off right then and there.”
By The Letter by Winterlive. (NC-17, Long)
So Jared has an iPod. He's not one of those guys that has to have every little gadget that comes out, but he likes music. Sometimes it annoys Jensen, because Jared will listen to it between takes when they're playing PSP together, and it's less fun if they aren't taunting each other about being losers.
And so, when Jared gets called off to do something or other one day, and he leaves the thing curled up in the director's chair right next to Jensen's, Jen figures it's only right. Jared shouldn't be so trusting. Someone could take advantage.
Someone who knows how to change the names on all his playlists.
He grabs up the little white box, taps and spins it to bring up Jared's music. There's a huge list of things: Country, Crip, Home, Sherry (who the hell is Sherry? Jensen wonders), Inside Front Pocket, Cash, Hollywood, shit like that. Jen's scrolling through, memorizing names so he can switch them, and then one of the words catches his eye.
Jensen.
Of course, Jen immediately sets one of the buds in his ear, and pushes play. In his head, he is laughing and laughing. God, Jared's hilarious. Like a twelve year old girl with a mix tape, honestly.
Hey Jealousy by MF Luder. (NC-17, AU)
When Jensen walked into the studio exec's office and saw Jared Padalecki sitting on the couch, limbs spread every which way as though he hadn't a care in the world, his first thought was:
He grew up good.
His second thought, as in seeming slow motion Jared turned to look at him, was:
HolyshitfuckwhatamIgonnado?
His third thought was simply:
I need a beer.
Holsters, Handcuffs and Hookers by kashmir1 (NC-17, Crackfic, AU)
He (Jen)immediately narrowed in on who he wanted...this kid... man, whatever, was... gorgeous. There was no other word for it. Longish, floppy brown hair, smiling eyes, broad chest underneath a ridiculously tiny pink sweater which showed off a hint of belly and god, a treasure trail (Jen felt his knees go weak) and... was that a TEXAS belt buckle??
Before Jensen realized it, the boy.... man, he corrected himself mentally, was making his way towards him, grinning from ear to ear (his teeth were so WHITE!) and stopping just shy of brushing Jensen's chest with his own.
"Longhorns fan, huh? You from Texas?" He made a gesture to the worn tee shirt Jensen was wearing. Jen could hear enough of home in his voice to know he'd somehow managed to find probably the only Texan hooker in the heart of Manhattan.