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Weeeeeeeeks ago,ordinaryink drew me adorable snuggling art and I was intending to write a ficlet for her/it, but failed because it got tense and awkward rather then colorful and adorable. Aside from random background set-ups, this is pretty much all there is. Here so far, Jensen and Jared are dating, but going slooooow, and Jensen shows up soaked on Jared's doorstep late at night
So, yeah, Jensen standing on his doorstep is somewhere between surprising and crazy.
“So, uh,” Jensen mumbles. He lifts his shoulders high, the collar of his wet track jacket covering his neck where it’s zipped all the way up.
“Yeah?” Jared ask stupidly.
“It’s kinda cold out here. And wet.”
“Well, what’re you doing out there?”
“Waiting for you to invite me in?” Jensen chuckles awkwardly.
“Oh, yes, right!” Jared says, maybe a little too loudly. He moves aside and motions Jensen inside, wincing at the squish of wet shoes as Jensen steps onto the hardwood floor of the foyer. As Jensen shakes his arms out, water splatters everywhere and Jared finally finds real words. “Here, let me take your jacket, or shoes, or something? You’re soaked.”
Jensen sighs as he unzips and pulls the wet fabric down his arms and then toes out of his shoes. “Yeah, I kinda thought I got a little wet.”
Jared motions down the hall to the laundry room then hands Jensen a towel and puts Jensen’s wet jacket and shoes into the dryer. “So what happened?”
“Late night at work and even later night at the gym.” His words become muffled when he pulls his t-shirt up over his head, but he keeps going, even if Jared is now just staring at Jensen’s damp chest. “And then my car broke down and dropped my phone in puddle, pothole is more like it, and then I realized I was only a few blocks away.”
Jared dumbly takes Jensen’s shirt but can’t do more when Jensen starts to unbutton his jeans, even as he smiles a little at Jared.
Infamous foodie!Jared!, currently 2445 words. Jared is host of a traveling food show - think Man vs. Food - and here, he's filming an episode where he just ate jalapenos marinated in tequila, filled with chihuahua cheese, wrapped in bacon, and grilled up.
Back in his trailer, Jared downs another milk chug from the refrigerator, panting in between gulps because the back of his throat is still on fire.
Katie hops up the stairs with Chad following and blurting, “God, you are such a pussy.”
“You eat some of those acid bombs,” Jared whines before poking his tongue to see if he still has feeling in it. Another round of pain spikes where he’s just grabbed his tongue and he groans at himself for being so stupid to touch.
“Sadly, Chad’s face is not as marketable as yours,” Katie says with mock regret.
“Your face isn’t as …” Chad rightly shuts his mouth when they all realize how childish the conversation is.
“Are you going to survive?” Katie flatly asks Jared as she crosses her arms.
He’s careful how much he talks because every time his tongue hits his teeth or the roof of his mouth, the fire flares up again. “Maybe affer another ga-yon of mil’.”
Chad rolls his eyes and huffs. “You do know you have two more scenes?”
“Wha’ izzit?” he mumbles.
Flipping papers on his clipboard, Chad says “Tamales with green chiles and sopapillas.”
“Sopapillas,” Jared asks, brightening up immediately. He dreams of of the golden fried outside of pockety soft dough, drizzled in chocolate and caramel sauces, and doused in a blanket of powdered sugar.
Bacon and sugar are his two major food groups.
Annnnnnd last but not least, Ghost Adventures, at 18,065 words. LE SIGH. Jensen is star of a show like Ghost Adventures and Jared is one of its biggest fans. When they have an opening, Jared and Chad drive up to LA for Jared to audition, but it doesn't go very well; it goes badly and Jensen & Co. are cocky and mock Jared enough that he leaves the interview on his own. Here, Jared is back in Chad's car right after it went bad ...
“Dude, seriously?” Chad asks.
“It was horrible. They’re looking for ghost professionals or something.”
“They didn’t give a shit about your A/V nerdery?”
“No. They’re just a bunch of cocky dicks fed up on power for their stupid, little TV show.”
“A bunch of cocky dicks, huh?” Chad says as he stares beyond Jared and towards the building.
“Giant cocky dicks,” Jared nods.
There’s a slap at the SUV’s door and Jared flinches away from the open window to see Jensen Ackles leaning against the vehicle, dropping his head down to stare at him and Chad. “Heya, Jared,” Jensen grins.
“Uh, hi,” he says, staring at Jensen and wondering why the hell he followed him outside.
“Giant dick, huh?” Jensen asks with one eyebrow up high and the same sure grin on his face. “I appreciate the compliment.”
Jared waves towards the building and immediately goes on defense. “I meant the others. You were … okay.”
“Just okay?”
---- Jensen and Jared talk about film stuff from school for a lil bit ----
Jensen glances back at the building then gives Jared an awkward smile. “Look, I know those guys are huge dicks, but you watch the show. Are you really surprised?”
“I guess not.” Jared frowns, hating the fact that they went from bonding over their film histories to reliving Jared’s crash and burn.
“We’ve all got a bit of dick in us-”
Chad snorts and Jared cringes at the joke just waiting to be said. Thankfully, Chad stays otherwise quiet and Jensen shoots them an amused smile.
“And you kinda have to be that way on the show. It’s sort of our style.”
Jared smiles a little. That’s another thing he enjoys about the show; they never take themselves as seriously as most ghost shows out there. “Yeah, I know.”
“Why’d you come out here? Why’d you wanna audition?”
“Because I like the show,” he says with more strength in his voice, defending himself. “And I love filming and producing. I thought it was a good fit.”
“What do you like about filming?”
Jared smiles as he thinks about all the work he did in college. “Catching things on film, getting those quick moments that aren’t always planned, but work. I like having something created at the end that I had an eye on.”
“You said you’re not working … What’re you gonna do when you go home?”
Suddenly, it feels like the kind of interview he feels he should’ve gotten twenty minutes ago. It sucks that he lost that chance and now Jensen’s asking when it doesn’t matter anymore, when no one else is around to hear it. He shrugs and sighs. “Get a job.”
“You have one lined up?” Jensen asks with strange interest.
“No,” he admits quietly. “But I gotta do something.”
Jensen nods and stands up straight for the first time since he showed up. He pulls a folded piece of paper from his back pocket and opens it up to read for quiet moments. “You ever been to California before?”
“First time,” Jared chuckles to make it more of a joke than a pathetic fact.
“Is this your cell or home number?” he asks, eyes still on the paper.
Jared sits up to see it’s his application and he can’t believe they didn’t destroy it the second he stepped out of that room or that Jensen Ackles, his crush and TV idol, held onto it for this long. “My cell...”
Jensen folds the paper up and stuffs it back into his jeans then slaps Jared’s shoulder with a slick smile. “Stick around a day or two. See the ocean or something. Don’t waste your first time here, yeah?”
Jared fumbles with something to say. but Jensen doesn’t spend another second with them, walking right back to the building with a tall, bald man at his side, a security guy Jared had seen inside. Chad leans over Jared and they watch Jensen stroll up the lawn, being stopped for photos and autographs on the way, and neither seem to breathe until Jensen’s inside and out of sight.
“Holy shit,” Jared murmurs.
“That was kinda awesome,” Chad whispers, still in Jared’s space to watch the building. “You two totally geeked together.”
“That was mega awesome,” Jared murmurs.
“Now what?”
Jared grins. “Let’s go see the ocean.”
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Weeeeeeeeks ago,
ordinaryink drew me adorable snuggling art and I was intending to write a ficlet for her/it, but failed because it got tense and awkward rather then colorful and adorable. Aside from random background set-ups, this is pretty much all there is. Here so far, Jensen and Jared are dating, but going slooooow, and Jensen shows up soaked on Jared's doorstep late at nightSo, yeah, Jensen standing on his doorstep is somewhere between surprising and crazy.
“So, uh,” Jensen mumbles. He lifts his shoulders high, the collar of his wet track jacket covering his neck where it’s zipped all the way up.
“Yeah?” Jared ask stupidly.
“It’s kinda cold out here. And wet.”
“Well, what’re you doing out there?”
“Waiting for you to invite me in?” Jensen chuckles awkwardly.
“Oh, yes, right!” Jared says, maybe a little too loudly. He moves aside and motions Jensen inside, wincing at the squish of wet shoes as Jensen steps onto the hardwood floor of the foyer. As Jensen shakes his arms out, water splatters everywhere and Jared finally finds real words. “Here, let me take your jacket, or shoes, or something? You’re soaked.”
Jensen sighs as he unzips and pulls the wet fabric down his arms and then toes out of his shoes. “Yeah, I kinda thought I got a little wet.”
Jared motions down the hall to the laundry room then hands Jensen a towel and puts Jensen’s wet jacket and shoes into the dryer. “So what happened?”
“Late night at work and even later night at the gym.” His words become muffled when he pulls his t-shirt up over his head, but he keeps going, even if Jared is now just staring at Jensen’s damp chest. “And then my car broke down and dropped my phone in puddle, pothole is more like it, and then I realized I was only a few blocks away.”
Jared dumbly takes Jensen’s shirt but can’t do more when Jensen starts to unbutton his jeans, even as he smiles a little at Jared.
Infamous foodie!Jared!, currently 2445 words. Jared is host of a traveling food show - think Man vs. Food - and here, he's filming an episode where he just ate jalapenos marinated in tequila, filled with chihuahua cheese, wrapped in bacon, and grilled up.
Back in his trailer, Jared downs another milk chug from the refrigerator, panting in between gulps because the back of his throat is still on fire.
Katie hops up the stairs with Chad following and blurting, “God, you are such a pussy.”
“You eat some of those acid bombs,” Jared whines before poking his tongue to see if he still has feeling in it. Another round of pain spikes where he’s just grabbed his tongue and he groans at himself for being so stupid to touch.
“Sadly, Chad’s face is not as marketable as yours,” Katie says with mock regret.
“Your face isn’t as …” Chad rightly shuts his mouth when they all realize how childish the conversation is.
“Are you going to survive?” Katie flatly asks Jared as she crosses her arms.
He’s careful how much he talks because every time his tongue hits his teeth or the roof of his mouth, the fire flares up again. “Maybe affer another ga-yon of mil’.”
Chad rolls his eyes and huffs. “You do know you have two more scenes?”
“Wha’ izzit?” he mumbles.
Flipping papers on his clipboard, Chad says “Tamales with green chiles and sopapillas.”
“Sopapillas,” Jared asks, brightening up immediately. He dreams of of the golden fried outside of pockety soft dough, drizzled in chocolate and caramel sauces, and doused in a blanket of powdered sugar.
Bacon and sugar are his two major food groups.
Annnnnnd last but not least, Ghost Adventures, at 18,065 words. LE SIGH. Jensen is star of a show like Ghost Adventures and Jared is one of its biggest fans. When they have an opening, Jared and Chad drive up to LA for Jared to audition, but it doesn't go very well; it goes badly and Jensen & Co. are cocky and mock Jared enough that he leaves the interview on his own. Here, Jared is back in Chad's car right after it went bad ...
“Dude, seriously?” Chad asks.
“It was horrible. They’re looking for ghost professionals or something.”
“They didn’t give a shit about your A/V nerdery?”
“No. They’re just a bunch of cocky dicks fed up on power for their stupid, little TV show.”
“A bunch of cocky dicks, huh?” Chad says as he stares beyond Jared and towards the building.
“Giant cocky dicks,” Jared nods.
There’s a slap at the SUV’s door and Jared flinches away from the open window to see Jensen Ackles leaning against the vehicle, dropping his head down to stare at him and Chad. “Heya, Jared,” Jensen grins.
“Uh, hi,” he says, staring at Jensen and wondering why the hell he followed him outside.
“Giant dick, huh?” Jensen asks with one eyebrow up high and the same sure grin on his face. “I appreciate the compliment.”
Jared waves towards the building and immediately goes on defense. “I meant the others. You were … okay.”
“Just okay?”
---- Jensen and Jared talk about film stuff from school for a lil bit ----
Jensen glances back at the building then gives Jared an awkward smile. “Look, I know those guys are huge dicks, but you watch the show. Are you really surprised?”
“I guess not.” Jared frowns, hating the fact that they went from bonding over their film histories to reliving Jared’s crash and burn.
“We’ve all got a bit of dick in us-”
Chad snorts and Jared cringes at the joke just waiting to be said. Thankfully, Chad stays otherwise quiet and Jensen shoots them an amused smile.
“And you kinda have to be that way on the show. It’s sort of our style.”
Jared smiles a little. That’s another thing he enjoys about the show; they never take themselves as seriously as most ghost shows out there. “Yeah, I know.”
“Why’d you come out here? Why’d you wanna audition?”
“Because I like the show,” he says with more strength in his voice, defending himself. “And I love filming and producing. I thought it was a good fit.”
“What do you like about filming?”
Jared smiles as he thinks about all the work he did in college. “Catching things on film, getting those quick moments that aren’t always planned, but work. I like having something created at the end that I had an eye on.”
“You said you’re not working … What’re you gonna do when you go home?”
Suddenly, it feels like the kind of interview he feels he should’ve gotten twenty minutes ago. It sucks that he lost that chance and now Jensen’s asking when it doesn’t matter anymore, when no one else is around to hear it. He shrugs and sighs. “Get a job.”
“You have one lined up?” Jensen asks with strange interest.
“No,” he admits quietly. “But I gotta do something.”
Jensen nods and stands up straight for the first time since he showed up. He pulls a folded piece of paper from his back pocket and opens it up to read for quiet moments. “You ever been to California before?”
“First time,” Jared chuckles to make it more of a joke than a pathetic fact.
“Is this your cell or home number?” he asks, eyes still on the paper.
Jared sits up to see it’s his application and he can’t believe they didn’t destroy it the second he stepped out of that room or that Jensen Ackles, his crush and TV idol, held onto it for this long. “My cell...”
Jensen folds the paper up and stuffs it back into his jeans then slaps Jared’s shoulder with a slick smile. “Stick around a day or two. See the ocean or something. Don’t waste your first time here, yeah?”
Jared fumbles with something to say. but Jensen doesn’t spend another second with them, walking right back to the building with a tall, bald man at his side, a security guy Jared had seen inside. Chad leans over Jared and they watch Jensen stroll up the lawn, being stopped for photos and autographs on the way, and neither seem to breathe until Jensen’s inside and out of sight.
“Holy shit,” Jared murmurs.
“That was kinda awesome,” Chad whispers, still in Jared’s space to watch the building. “You two totally geeked together.”
“That was mega awesome,” Jared murmurs.
“Now what?”
Jared grins. “Let’s go see the ocean.”
