I have decided to ignore all responsibility today ;-)
Comment with an existing verse from my
master list and a brief prompt
YAY! Random writing when I should be doing other things :D
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Trainfic
The AC is out and Jared is grumpier than Jensen Jared reading off someone's iPad on the train Dealing with children on the trainLove is a
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Jared sighs and shifts in his seat. He, again, makes wiping his face a physical show by tipping his head to one side, swiping those huge hands of his over his forehead, across his cheek, along his jaw.
"You gonna be okay there?" Jensen asks idly, eyes stuck to his screen.
"How are you not sweating? Seriously? It's like 170 degrees in here."
"That sounds physically impossible."
"Your face is physically impossible," Jared mumbles back.
Jensen glances up at Jared, a mess of sweat and hair, flushed from forehead down to his chest, visible within the the now-wide opening of his button-up. He must've unbuttoned half those buttons in the last five minutes because Jensen's sure he would've remembered Jared showing up to the train station like that"What's up, Hasselhoff?" Jensen asks, doing a piss-poor job of hiding his smirk because Jared smacks his ( ... )
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Jensen smirks when he can tell she's squirming in the big, fluffy arm chair across from him and Jared, but he's not going to give her any ammo. "And why would we do this again?" he asks slowly. He doesn't blame the tequila, but rather the way Jared is rubbing slow circles into the back of his neck.
"For the fruits of my libel." Jensen lifts an eyebrow and she shakes her head and flicks her lips out as if that will jump start her mouth to talk properly. "Labor. Fruits of my labor."
"You're so drunk," Jared laughs. Then giggles. Proving he is, too.
Danneel sits up on her knees and points directly at Jensen, as if he isn't just ten feet away and no one would know who she's talking about as she rattles on, "I had to listen to this baby moan and bemoan and go on and on about you for years. He moaned and bemoaned, Jared!"
"I think those two words mean the same thing,” Jensen says.
Jared squeezes the back of Jensen's neck. "They're close, but not exactly."
Jensen glances up at Jared and thinks Jared's so ( ... )
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"Posthumously? Pasturization?"
BWHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA.
THIS IS TOTALLY MY NEW HEADCANON
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Poor lil Danneel. The world's perfect hag and she has to BEG to watch them ;-)
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Eeee!! I was hoping you'd write that! It's exactly the reason I picked that particular prompt for this 'verse! *sealclaps*
Jared does some hand-clasping-thing that squirts water between them and right up Jensen's nose.
Gah, these two are just so CUUUUUUUUTE. \o/
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Yay! I'm so glad you liked this!
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Jared looks up from his suitcase and glares at Jensen across the bed. "The first thirty times you asked, yes, it was okay. But the thirty-first? Man, now I'm not so sure."
"I'm just saying," Jensen says as casually as possible. "Once I'm on that flight, there's no turning back."
Jared flaps his suitcase shut, rounds the bed, and stands in front of Jensen, who keeps fussing with his own packing. "Do you not wanna go?"
Jensen gives Jared a crazy look because not going is pretty damned crazy. "Uh, it's the Olympics. Of course I wanna go." When Jared doesn't reply to that, Jensen adds on, "I wanna watch you play and hang out and maybe go watch some other sports ( ... )
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I want to go with them! I want to sit right beside Jensen while watching basketball AND volleyball.
I love this and I love you!
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ILU!
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