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Title - Friends Hang Out with Each Other on their trailers (2/?)
Author - stare_at_walls
Characters - Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Rating - PG.
Disclaimer - Hi. So, um, if I knew Jared and Jensen were doing these stuff for real? , i wouldn't be writing fic. I'd be documenting their actions.
Summary - Apologies are meant when done in simple ways. Drabble. What does Jensen and Jared do in their trailers anyway? For this one, no not really a drabble.
Notes - Part two in a series of drabbles i am making about Jensen and Jared and their trailers. But this isn't a drabble anymore. More like a ficlet. I'm sorry! My brain doesn't want embellishing :O. 1000 something words. OMG.
Warnings - No porn! I resisted! I mean, these two always makes me write porn. :O So, yeah.
1st ficlet/drabble
It was another break in one of those eighteen hour workdays. Jensen was tired. Very tired. Tired that usually makes one want to throw something against a wall. Over and over again. Other than there was this one scene that involved him, and Jared and a bunch of bees and stinging them and just doing that scene over and over again because Kripke is probably retarded and evil like that. But what really pissed him off was what Jared did. Jared pushed him away after that scene, when Jensen approached him, skin burning from the bee stings, to ask him if he was fine.
oOo
“Jared…?”
Jensen approached his taller co-star, a hand reaching for his shoulder
“Are you…fine?”
Jared didn’t even spare him a look.
He merely grunted and with a- was that a snarl?-shoved Jensen away, acting pissed.
Jensen could only gape back in reply at the silhouette of the taller man as he entered the make up trailer, and willed himself to follow suit.
oOo
So, at this point, Jensen’s near deliriously sad. And angry. “Goddamned motherfucking hours” Jensen mutters under his breath as he exits the make-up trailer, being told that they had 2 hours break to sleep, eat and whatever before call time. But, that’s not saying Jensen hates his job. In fact, Jensen loves his job. Really, really loves it. Because without Supernatural, he’d never had met Jared and that? Would make him bitter. Also, he’d never had known how much fun you can have in a trailer.
Oh yes, Jensen loves his trailer. And all the things he can do in it.
And right now, what he wanted to do in his trailer? Is throw those goddamned knives at that wall and just sleep.
Upon entering his trailer Jensen immediately reaches for that box where he keeps his daggers, eyeing the glinting metal with a look that spoke of repressed rage.
“Augh!” Jensen growled under his throat as he threw the first knife towards the dartboard. He missed and instead the knife hit the wall beside the board, resounding with a forceful twang. “Damn.” Jensen muttered under his breath. Obviously, he was still a little ticked off that Jared just shoved him off like that. With no “I’m sorry” whatsoever. “That motherfucker” Jensen all but screamed as he twirled the last of the knives in his hands, imagining the bull’s eye of the dartboard to be nothing more than Jared’s nose.
Bull’s eye. He hit the mark.
oOo
Jared hadn’t really meant to shove Jensen off like that. He just didn’t feel like talking to Jensen after the whole scene. Christ, he just got stung by probably a gazillion bees and THAT WAS NOT REALLY a good mood to be in when talking to Jensen.
But on retrospect, maybe he shouldn’t have pushed Jen away like that.
“Aww shit” Jared spoke out loud after bumping into the Impala. Thinking too much does that to him. He walked back to his own trailer, passing Jensen’s on the way.
“What the heck?” Jared told himself “Fine, I’ll drop over and say sorry.” Jared walked towards the entrance of Jensen’s trailer and suddenly he heard a loud “thwack!”
Jared jerked his head up sharply, surprised at the degree of power that went with the thrown knife. He froze. “Hot damn” Jared muttered, his hand that was reaching for the knob dropped. “Jensen?” Jared called out into the night. The shadow he could see through the blinds stopped. And stepped towards the door. Jared could clearly hear Jensen’s boots thump along the hollow trailer floor.
“Shit shit shit!” Jared thought, and all his mental faculties seemed to have gone. Gone along with the scary thumping sounds Jen’s boots made. He unconsciously shivered, and before he knew it, he had stepped off the step of Jensen’s trailer and hid himself behind it.
oOo
“Huh?” Jensen thought he heard Jared outside calling him. The door creaked open and Jensen looked out again, expecting to find Jared grinning goofily at him. “Jay-sus Christ,” Jensen sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair, fatigue taking over his senses. “Whatever!” Jensen shouted at no one in particular and proceeded to shut the door behind him.
Jensen checked the clock, apparently he had an hour and a half left to get some rest.
“Fuck.” Jensen muttered as he closed the lights on his trailer, set his phone alarm to wake him up 30 minutes before call time, and drifted off to sleep.
oOo
Jared saw the trailer lights go off, and he distinctly heard the mutter Jensen said before he slept on his sofa. Basically, right now Jensen is nothing short of bitchy.
Why? Jared knew the answer to that question already.
So, he went ahead and got Jensen a cup of coffee.
oOo
The phone under Jensen’s pillow started vibrating, and he woke up just in time to shut the alarm off.
He was still a little woozy, and then Is that coffee?
Jensen looked around his still dark trailer, illuminated by the rays of light that filtered in through his blinds. The same rays of light that were illuminating a certain someone sitting in a chair directly opposite his sofa. With a cup of coffee.
Jensen could only manage to open his mouth in surprise.
“Jen?” Jared’s warm voice said, questioning. “Here” Jared said as he knelt beside Jensen and his sofa and offered the coffee to him. “I’m…I’m really sorry.” Jared stuttered as he fumbled for words. “I didn’t really mean-” He paused, drawing a deep breath. Jared just didn’t like seeing Jensen pissed, even if just a little.
Jensen wasn’t really listening anymore. Because all he could see was those eyes that were multi-colored it didn’t even seem human anymore, and the tenderness in Jared’s voice as he spoke to him, and the warmth his eyes emanated as he spoke, purposely avoiding his own eyes. Jensen was mesmerized.
“I’m, just, sorry man.” Jared finally finished. Looking earnestly at the still-lying-on-the-sofa Jensen, he offered the coffee again. A peace offering. Jensen took the cup, sniffled, and took a sip.
“Thanks Jare.” Jensen quietly said as he sat up, his eyes avoiding Jared’s. Then you could hear the quiet pause of the room as their eyes locked together and-
Jared crept nearer to Jensen, his hands reaching for the other man’s cheek. “It’s nothing…” Jensen let the sentence trail off as Jared placed a soft little kiss on his lips.
“I’m sorry too Jared…” Jensen whispered as Jared just looked at him, eyes fuzzy with joy and maybe love.
What do friends do with each other on their trailers? They apologize to each other.
Author - stare_at_walls
Characters - Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Rating - PG.
Disclaimer - Hi. So, um, if I knew Jared and Jensen were doing these stuff for real? , i wouldn't be writing fic. I'd be documenting their actions.
Summary - Apologies are meant when done in simple ways. Drabble. What does Jensen and Jared do in their trailers anyway? For this one, no not really a drabble.
Notes - Part two in a series of drabbles i am making about Jensen and Jared and their trailers. But this isn't a drabble anymore. More like a ficlet. I'm sorry! My brain doesn't want embellishing :O. 1000 something words. OMG.
Warnings - No porn! I resisted! I mean, these two always makes me write porn. :O So, yeah.
1st ficlet/drabble
It was another break in one of those eighteen hour workdays. Jensen was tired. Very tired. Tired that usually makes one want to throw something against a wall. Over and over again. Other than there was this one scene that involved him, and Jared and a bunch of bees and stinging them and just doing that scene over and over again because Kripke is probably retarded and evil like that. But what really pissed him off was what Jared did. Jared pushed him away after that scene, when Jensen approached him, skin burning from the bee stings, to ask him if he was fine.
oOo
“Jared…?”
Jensen approached his taller co-star, a hand reaching for his shoulder
“Are you…fine?”
Jared didn’t even spare him a look.
He merely grunted and with a- was that a snarl?-shoved Jensen away, acting pissed.
Jensen could only gape back in reply at the silhouette of the taller man as he entered the make up trailer, and willed himself to follow suit.
oOo
So, at this point, Jensen’s near deliriously sad. And angry. “Goddamned motherfucking hours” Jensen mutters under his breath as he exits the make-up trailer, being told that they had 2 hours break to sleep, eat and whatever before call time. But, that’s not saying Jensen hates his job. In fact, Jensen loves his job. Really, really loves it. Because without Supernatural, he’d never had met Jared and that? Would make him bitter. Also, he’d never had known how much fun you can have in a trailer.
Oh yes, Jensen loves his trailer. And all the things he can do in it.
And right now, what he wanted to do in his trailer? Is throw those goddamned knives at that wall and just sleep.
Upon entering his trailer Jensen immediately reaches for that box where he keeps his daggers, eyeing the glinting metal with a look that spoke of repressed rage.
“Augh!” Jensen growled under his throat as he threw the first knife towards the dartboard. He missed and instead the knife hit the wall beside the board, resounding with a forceful twang. “Damn.” Jensen muttered under his breath. Obviously, he was still a little ticked off that Jared just shoved him off like that. With no “I’m sorry” whatsoever. “That motherfucker” Jensen all but screamed as he twirled the last of the knives in his hands, imagining the bull’s eye of the dartboard to be nothing more than Jared’s nose.
Bull’s eye. He hit the mark.
oOo
Jared hadn’t really meant to shove Jensen off like that. He just didn’t feel like talking to Jensen after the whole scene. Christ, he just got stung by probably a gazillion bees and THAT WAS NOT REALLY a good mood to be in when talking to Jensen.
But on retrospect, maybe he shouldn’t have pushed Jen away like that.
“Aww shit” Jared spoke out loud after bumping into the Impala. Thinking too much does that to him. He walked back to his own trailer, passing Jensen’s on the way.
“What the heck?” Jared told himself “Fine, I’ll drop over and say sorry.” Jared walked towards the entrance of Jensen’s trailer and suddenly he heard a loud “thwack!”
Jared jerked his head up sharply, surprised at the degree of power that went with the thrown knife. He froze. “Hot damn” Jared muttered, his hand that was reaching for the knob dropped. “Jensen?” Jared called out into the night. The shadow he could see through the blinds stopped. And stepped towards the door. Jared could clearly hear Jensen’s boots thump along the hollow trailer floor.
“Shit shit shit!” Jared thought, and all his mental faculties seemed to have gone. Gone along with the scary thumping sounds Jen’s boots made. He unconsciously shivered, and before he knew it, he had stepped off the step of Jensen’s trailer and hid himself behind it.
oOo
“Huh?” Jensen thought he heard Jared outside calling him. The door creaked open and Jensen looked out again, expecting to find Jared grinning goofily at him. “Jay-sus Christ,” Jensen sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair, fatigue taking over his senses. “Whatever!” Jensen shouted at no one in particular and proceeded to shut the door behind him.
Jensen checked the clock, apparently he had an hour and a half left to get some rest.
“Fuck.” Jensen muttered as he closed the lights on his trailer, set his phone alarm to wake him up 30 minutes before call time, and drifted off to sleep.
oOo
Jared saw the trailer lights go off, and he distinctly heard the mutter Jensen said before he slept on his sofa. Basically, right now Jensen is nothing short of bitchy.
Why? Jared knew the answer to that question already.
So, he went ahead and got Jensen a cup of coffee.
oOo
The phone under Jensen’s pillow started vibrating, and he woke up just in time to shut the alarm off.
He was still a little woozy, and then Is that coffee?
Jensen looked around his still dark trailer, illuminated by the rays of light that filtered in through his blinds. The same rays of light that were illuminating a certain someone sitting in a chair directly opposite his sofa. With a cup of coffee.
Jensen could only manage to open his mouth in surprise.
“Jen?” Jared’s warm voice said, questioning. “Here” Jared said as he knelt beside Jensen and his sofa and offered the coffee to him. “I’m…I’m really sorry.” Jared stuttered as he fumbled for words. “I didn’t really mean-” He paused, drawing a deep breath. Jared just didn’t like seeing Jensen pissed, even if just a little.
Jensen wasn’t really listening anymore. Because all he could see was those eyes that were multi-colored it didn’t even seem human anymore, and the tenderness in Jared’s voice as he spoke to him, and the warmth his eyes emanated as he spoke, purposely avoiding his own eyes. Jensen was mesmerized.
“I’m, just, sorry man.” Jared finally finished. Looking earnestly at the still-lying-on-the-sofa Jensen, he offered the coffee again. A peace offering. Jensen took the cup, sniffled, and took a sip.
“Thanks Jare.” Jensen quietly said as he sat up, his eyes avoiding Jared’s. Then you could hear the quiet pause of the room as their eyes locked together and-
Jared crept nearer to Jensen, his hands reaching for the other man’s cheek. “It’s nothing…” Jensen let the sentence trail off as Jared placed a soft little kiss on his lips.
“I’m sorry too Jared…” Jensen whispered as Jared just looked at him, eyes fuzzy with joy and maybe love.
What do friends do with each other on their trailers? They apologize to each other.