Prompts Anyone?

[raeschae]

Alright, guys. It's been a couple of months since I did one of these, but my muses are on life support or something right now. My writer's block is insane - made of brick and reinforced by steel or something - and I'm hoping that this will help.

So here's the deal: The only rule is that the fic you request will be 1000 words or less, so nothing so big that it can't be contained. No other rules or restrictions. As vague or specific as you want, and I will start working on them immediately.

Thanks for your help ahead of time, guys. I adore y'all.

ETA: This post is now closed to prompts!!! Thanks to everyone who submitted something, and to everyone who's been commenting. I promise I'm going to get back to all of you just as soon as I finish filling these prompts, so thank you so much for letting me know that you're reading and enjoying them!!!

06/12/10 - As of this moment, I think that I have replied to everyone who replied to any, or all, of the fics on this meme. If I missed you somehow, PLEASE let me know!!!!



Disclaimer
1. Anniversary Tat Porn for nickgregfan

2. Jensen's Freebie for kissesxobecki

3. Adam Lambert vists Slinging Ink for ravanne

4. FIB: Brayden's POV for heather03nmg

5. Jensen Tattoos Jared for princesslanie

6. Genevieve for imaginethehappy

7. Summer in Santa Monica for santacarlagypsy

8. Jared's Dirty Secret for saone77

9. Tom/Mike for live_laugh_love

10. Brayden's Learning to Drive for plasticine_star

11. Sexting for jana_nox

12. A Family Vacation for shotofjack

13. Chris and Jensen = BFF for claudia_nic

14. Jensen Runs into an Old Acquaintance for iniq

15. Overworked Jensen for witchy78

16. Cell Phone Mix Up for akadougal

17. Jared Breaks His Finger for billysgirl5

18. Slow, Sweet, All-the-Time-in-the-World Sex for anonymous

19. A Visit From the Church for kissesxobecki

20. Jensen's Broken Wrist for nickgregfan

21. Chris/Steve Fight; Chad Saves the Day for canter76

22. Outsider's POV (Jordan's Mom) for kubis

J2 AU
23. Jensen: World's Worst Dog Trainer for quiet00001

24. We Were in Love for sprnaturalgrl

Other
25. Jensen/Danneel for kiwiana

26. J2 Non-AU, Captain Jensen for gemini8

27. J2 Non-AU, Awkward Friend Sex for kiwiana

Comments

[nickgregfan.livejournal.com]

Hehehe. :)

jared tattooing jensen.....with a side of porn.

I'm getting ready to get another one, and I need something to focus and giggling on while I"m in teh chair. LOL

[quiet000001.livejournal.com]

I also second this motion.

[quiet000001.livejournal.com]

j2. Um. Something to do with a dog rescue/adoption day/training class?

Jensen: World's Worst Dog Trainer 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Jensen is very pretty. Some might even say unfairly so. If Jared's being honest, that's part of the reason that he brought Harley to this particular training class. The school's pretty renowned for whipping wayward pups into shape, and when he stopped by to ask for more information on the class, Jensen was at the front desk, happy to answer all of his questions. Jared doesn't remember many of those answers, because Jensen's face was too distracting.

Now he can't help wondering if he shouldn't have paid a little closer attention to what Jensen had to say that day.

He's been bringing Harley to class for three weeks, and he's not entirely convinced that the dog's not worse than he was before they started. Jensen, scorching hotness aside, is the worst trainer Jared has ever seen. Out of the five dogs in the class, there's only one he's managed to teach anything, and Jared's pretty sure that dogs inherently know how to jump when you dangle lunch meat over their heads, whether you give them orders to do so or not.

Normally, he wouldn't even mind so much. If Harley was anything like Sadie, he wouldn't even consider bringing him to a place like this at all. He was definitely spoiled with his first dog, with the way she sits when he says, and comes when he calls, and obediently lays outside the door when he brings a date home. If Harley could manage that, Jared would be the happiest dog owner who ever lived.

Instead, he's stuck here, watching Jensen bark orders at dogs who happily bark back their defiance, until Jared can't tell who's going to lose hair first, the instructor or his subjects. The soccer mom sitting next to him obviously doesn't care that Jensen is hotter than the sun, because she keeps rolling her eyes, tsking, and mumbling something about lawsuits under her breath.

“Champ, sit,” Jensen calls out, and Jared just shakes his head as the golden retriever lunges toward Jensen and sends them both crashing to the ground in a heap. He chuckles when he hears Jensen says, “Close enough,” as he struggles to stand. “Alright, that's all for today. Thank you all for coming.” Quietly, he adds, “Please take your demon dogs and get the fuck out.”

Jared chuckles and Jensen looks up, surprised, like he didn't know Jared was so close. “Can I ask you a question, man?” Jensen shrugs and continues attempting to brush grass off of his jeans. “How long you been doin' this? Training dogs.”

His hand goes to the back of his neck, a motion Jared has learned as one Jensen does when he's frustrated and doesn't know what else to do to make the dogs listen to him. “Uh.” He mumbles something, and when Jared asks him to repeat it, he says, “Three weeks.”

this is one of the three i have stored up!

[batman-mcghee.livejournal.com]

finally!!! i have been waiting for you to ask for prompts again!!

J2 long ago jokingly had a convo about celebrity crushes they each have a “get out of marriage free” card for. Jen’s crush ends up a client of Jared’s @ Slinging Ink. Jensen stops in and the client/crush takes a liking to him. Before the guy leaves, he offers a 3some with J2. Jared declines right off the bat, but actually considers it. I don’t care how it ends. If they do it or not – up to you.

Re: this is one of the three i have stored up!

[kiwiana.livejournal.com]

I am somewhat intrigued by this prompt.

[ravanne.livejournal.com]

Adam Lambert steps into Slinging Ink to have some work done.

[quiet000001.livejournal.com]

... HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.

Oh dear lord, the entertainment potential.

(Can Kris be with him? Kris always seems to add to the humor value.)

[heather03nmg.livejournal.com]

I'm going through h/c withdrawal.

Any chance we could get a Jensen or Brayden POV from "Falling in the Black"

FIB: Brayden's POV 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

I don't know about h/c, but this has angst out the wazoo. Hope that's okay!
(Also, I'm warning for slightly underage sex here - nothing explicit, since I can't bring myself to think of little Bray that way - but definite allusions to it.)

*

He doesn't even bother asking this one's name. He's already had a little too much to drink, and he probably wouldn't remember it anyway. She's too loud, too eager, and too aggressive. Too fake. Too much.

He'll probably feel bad about it later, when Jensen's not in the hospital, fighting for his life. When Brayden's a little stronger. When he can stick around and look at the guy without feeling like a total failure, then he'll feel bad for using whoever this little brunette with the dark brown eyes is for his own personal comfort.

She doesn't come close to comparing to Demi, but when he puts her on her hands and knees, buries his hand in her hair, he can pretend. When Jensen dropped to the floor this morning, the first call he wanted to make wasn't to the hospital, or even Jared. He found her number quick, dialed, and then hung up before the phone rang against his ear. She's gone now. Everybody's leaving.

The girl calls out his name – uses a shit ton of terrible porn dialogue, too – but Brayden only responds with the movement of his hips. If she'd keep her damn mouth shut, maybe he could sink further into his imagination. He could convince himself that she's the one he wants to be with, and that they have to hurry before his dads get home with dinner. He could believe everything's still okay.

He was never the kid that got into magic, or fantasy movies, or any of that sci-fi bull shit. He didn't like Lord of the Rings or Star Wars because he couldn't separate himself from actual reality long enough to believe it. Right now, he wishes to hell he could.

Jensen's in a coma. Jared's a fucking wreck. Donna was a mess on the phone. Sophia tried to pep talk him when they went for coffee, but he could see the concern in her eyes. None of them knows if Jensen is going to make it out of this alive, and Brayden just wishes he could fucking blink his eyes and make it yesterday again.

He should have talked Jensen into going to the doctor sooner. Doesn't matter what Jared says, Brayden should have done something. He should have called Tom, made him come over and carry Jensen to the car or something. He shouldn't have lied to Jared about it. Maybe Jensen would be okay if Brayden had just gone with his gut and said something.

Or maybe it wouldn't matter at all. Maybe nothing any of them do ever matters. Maybe life is just this slippery track of mud and shit that everybody's gonna hit, no matter how hard they try to avoid it. Maybe they're just meant to crash and burn, alone and pissed off at their own powerlessness.

Maybe he's had a little more to drink than he thought.

It doesn't take him long to push this one over the edge, and then out the door. The backyard is still full of people, and a few of Brayden's friends are playing video games inside. Everywhere he turns, another body, offering him a smile, a drink, or the promise of some company. He plays it off, laughs and chats for a second as he makes his way toward the stairs.

Instead of walking to the end of the hall, Brayden makes a quick right at the top and pushes the door of Jared and Jensen's bedroom. It's a fucking disaster, clothes and shoes everywhere. Neither of his dads are all that tidy, but without Jared around the last few days, Jensen's closet apparently exploded.

The music from the party downstairs is muted in the background, and he can hear the sounds of the crowd swelling with laughter and then fading away again. The house may very well be full, but Brayden's never felt so alone.

[princesslanie.livejournal.com]

cheering each other up either one can be upset, maybe by getting some new ink or piercing. or one of the boys REALLY taking control during sex.

Jensen Tattoos Jared 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Oh my GOD, Lanie, I have been trying to finish and post this for three hours!! That's what I get for trying to write at work. I am so sorry it's taken so long - forgive me?

*

His mother used to say that he would lose his head if it wasn’t attached to his shoulders, and Jensen used to roll his eyes and walk her off. She’s not exactly wrong, though. He’s on the way home from a business meeting when Mike calls to ask him something about the new decals for a small, start-up company down in La Jolla. Decals for the board he left propped against the wall in his office at home.

Grabbing the board takes no time at all. A quick detour through the kitchen to grab a Monster, and he’s on his way. His eyes catch on a single piece of heavy letterhead in the center of the island and he takes just a second to pick it up while he pops the tab on the can in his hand, fully expecting it to be something from Brayden’s school.

It’s not.

It’s from some private investigating firm in Nevada, asking him to call if he is, indeed, Jared Tristan Padalecki, originally from San Antonio, Texas. Born July 19, 1982 to Natalie Lorraine Padalecki. What the fuck?

*

By the time Jensen gets home from work, the letter is long gone. He doesn’t bother asking Jared what happened to it – they’ve been together long enough now that Jensen knows which topics are not up for discussion – and settles in to eat, curbing his curiosity the best that he can.

Jared loads the dishwasher and Brayden never quite makes it out to the pool house, opting to slaughter Jensen at some zombie video game he’s never seen before instead. Jared flops onto the couch while they’re watching a movie later, and anyone on the outside might think that he’s absolutely fine.

Actually, Jensen kind of thinks that he’s fine, too. He’s not trying to hide behind a smile that’s too big, or a laugh that’s too loud. His limbs are loose and relaxed. There’s really nothing about Jared’s demeanor that seems off. Maybe it was nothing after all.

*

It’s almost three in the morning, and Jared is brushing his teeth in the adjoining mater bathroom, directly in Jensen’s line of site from his place on their bed. “Jay?” He mumbles a response, mouth full of toothpaste. “D’you call that place? The letter?”

Jared’s shoulders tense immediately, his head barely nodding.

“Look, man, I’m not gonna make you talk about it or whatever,” Jensen assures him. He’s curious, but any mention of Jensen’s birth mother and a private investigator is just going to open a can of worms he’s not sure any of them are ready to deal with just yet. Or, ya know, ever. “But if you wanna talk about it or whatever. Whatever you need to do to deal.”

“She’s dead,” Jared interrupts, after spitting into the sink. Straightening to his full height, he moves into the bedroom and leans his hip against the dresser. “Overdosed in her apartment outside of Vegas couple weeks back. She had this PI lookin’ for me, said she wanted to meet me or whatever, which is pretty fuckin’ funny ‘cause I’m not that damn hard to find, ya know? The guy, Troy, wouldn’t contact me if she wasn’t clean. When he didn’t hear from her, he went to her place and found her on the floor with a needle in her arm.”

[kiwiana.livejournal.com]

After a massive revamp of my iTunes, I have rediscovered my illogical love for this song right here (http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/bowlingforsoup/girlallthebadguyswant.html). If there is any way for you to write something based off this? I will fall in love with you a little more.

Also, if you find your muses? Share them. Please.

Girl All the Bad Guys Want 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

“Alright, so here's what I found.”

Jensen looks up from the script he's been perusing. Some day, he's going to get a break and actually make it in this town. Or he's going to die trying. Thankfully, he has Jared to keep him motivated. And to send out on covert recon missions. “Hit me.”

Jared drops into the chair across the kitchen table and looks at the notes he jotted into the palm of his hand. “He's six foot, even. Mustache. Took her to a monster truck rally for their first date.”

“What's he do?” Jensen leans forward on his elbows, concentrated expression turned toward the top of their cheap kitchen table.

“Um, officially, he spins the turntables at some club downtown,” Jared answers, head tilting as his eyes squint to make out his own handwriting. “But I think most of his money comes from dealin' cold medicine in the back parking lot. Supplements that with some independent wrestling promotion on the weekends. Goes by the name Straight Shooter, and from what I understand, he wears ass-less chaps, neon green briefs, and a holster to the ring.”

Rolling his eyes, Jensen flops back and crosses his arms over his chest. “Are you kidding me?”

“Wish I was, dude,” Jared shakes his head and laughs a little. “Did I mention he drives an El Camino? 'Cause he does. And not even a tricked out one with hydraulics or anything cool like that.”

Jared's interpretation of the word 'cool' is a little skewed, if you ask Jensen. “So she's into total douchebags and I basically stand no shot whatsoever,” he deduces.

Since he moved to Los Angeles, Jensen's been pretty focused on starting a career, way too much to worry about girls and dating and the parties that other kids his age – the ones who've already made it – worry about. But he was guesting on this television drama a few weeks ago, and there was this make-up girl, Danneel, who spun his head in about fourteen different directions at once.

She told Jensen she had a boyfriend, but Jensen couldn't bring himself to ask her about the guy. He was already flushed, and she was standing so close to his face, using as much make-up as she could to even his skin tone. It was a wonder he didn't end up looking like an Oompa Loompa on screen by the time she was done. He didn't really want to embarrass himself further by asking her personal questions that she didn't want to answer.

Which is why he made Jared find out everything he could about the ass-hat.

Standing from the table, Jared moves the refrigerator and grabs a beer for each of them. “Dude, you have a closet full of sweater vests, and you drive a Prius. You're plenty douchey enough.”

Jensen flips him off and stands from the table, accepting the beer that Jared was offering. “So all I gotta do is let my beard grow out, listen to some club music, and start dressing like a roadie for some classic rock tour.” Yes, the words sound as ridiculous in his head, and he can't really blame Jared for laughing until his face turns red. Still, he needs a plan. And this is the only one he can think of at the moment.

[imaginethehappy.livejournal.com]

slingin'ink!Genevieve's view on the world... LIke, a snapshot day in the life. We get her dealing (lusting after?) her co-workers, getting voicemail, some kind of work challeng... YOUR PICK (obviously)

*bakes cookies to tempt your muses*

[kiwiana.livejournal.com]

*bakes YOU cookies for being so fucking awesome*

[santacarlagypsy.livejournal.com]

Yay! This is the first time that I've been around for one of these. :) -- Sorry about your writer's block, though!

Since you say we can be as vague as we want: I don't have anything specific in mind right now, but I would love to see something about Genevieve from Disclaimer Verse, if you don't mind. Thank you.


Edit: Oh, man! The prompter right above me beat me to it. So if I can prompt something else in the Disclaimer Verse: What are a few of Jared & Jensen's favorite summertime rituals, things to do every summer?

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

I love Genevieve, but I can totally do this prompt, instead. :D

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Jensen or Jared (your pick) has a truly horrifying guilty pleasure that's he's kept hidden from everyone for years. I'm talking a My Little Pony figure kept from childhood/attending a Celine Dion concert once a year/singing Defying Gravity whenever he's alone in the car kind of guilty pleasure. And the other one finds out.

[quiet000001.livejournal.com]

OT - I love your icon.

How did I miss this?

[live-laugh-love.livejournal.com]

Seriously? I'm not too late, am I? It's only 6 am where I'm at!

Chad walks in on the boys and claims he's scarred for life. Or something about Tom and Mike and what's up with them.

Tom/Mike 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

I apologize for this ahead of time, Sweetie.

*

It's an unusually busy day at Ollie. The kids are flocking to the park now that school is out, and Jensen couldn't be more happy to help Danneel at the counter, instead of being locked in an office with a scowling Mike all morning.

Something's clearly up with his friend, but Jensen doesn't want to pry. Also, he's pretty sure that the foul mood has something to do with Tom, and there's nothing Jensen wants to hear less than another diatribe on Tom's enthusiasm for something called the The Vamp, a dildo inspired by the Twilight saga. He learned the hard way that it does, indeed, sparkle in the sunlight, and that it should be stored in the refrigerator for a more authentic experience.

He's bagging a tee shirt and a few decals for a kid who claims he's friends with Brayden, but who Jensen has never seen, when the voices rise behind the office door.

“I don't fucking care, Tom. I said no every other fucking time you asked, and if you try it again, I'm gonna punch you in the motherfucking throat. Leave me alone!”

With a deep breath, Jensen shoots a look at Danneel, who is clearly not interested in running this interference. Sometimes ibeing the boss blows.

They're standing on opposite sides of the table, and Jensen really doesn't want to know what that swatch of pink satin in Tom's hand is. “You guys mind keepin' it down in here? I got a store fulla kids who don't need to listen in on your lovers' spat.”

“Sure thing,” Mike nods, face pinched and angry. “Soon as Mr. LA Gay Pride gets that goddamn dress outta here and stops askin' me to fuckin' put it on, I'd be happy to shut my piehole and get back to work.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jensen mutters, “Oh god, I so don't wanna know.”

Tom just looks like he can't believe they're arguing about this. “Jensen, would you please explain to him that I am the chairman of the Pride committee this year, and he, by virtue of the fact that he is my partner, should show a little interest in helping out?”

“No,” Jensen shakes his head and leans back against the table. “Jesus Christ, man, are we twelve? You told him your goddamn self. He told you no. I know because you yelled in my motherfuckin' store so every damn person on the pier could fucking hear you.”

Jensen's not judging whatever this is about. He and Jared once got into a fist fight over a video game, so he has no room to say anything. But if they don't keep it down, he's going to fire them both. For at least a week.

[plasticine-star.livejournal.com]

*grins*

Ok, after my adventures as a driving instructor this weekend how about the guys deciding who lost the bet wants to reach the kid to drive.

Or stoned Jared/Jensen your pic. :D

[quiet000001.livejournal.com]

...

Oh dear god that debate would be hilarious.

[jana-nox.livejournal.com]

Communications via phone, text messages, sticky posts and Outlook Express mails during workhours. Vague enough for you?

[kiwiana.livejournal.com]

I seriously love the idea of this :D

[shotofjack.livejournal.com]

How about a family vacation, Bray, Jensen & Jared having fun somewhere?
Thanks!

A Family Vacation 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Jensen has never been so glad to see the inside of a hotel room in his entire life. For as long as they've been together, Jared and Jensen have always taken a two-week vacation together in July. A couple of years have been touch-and-go, work getting in the way of everything else, but they always seem to find the time. It's important, and they both subscribe to the theory that you make time for the things that are most important to you.

This is the first year they've traveled outside the country for a vacation with Brayden, and Jensen thought it was going to be amazing. So far, it's been a pain in the ass.

It started in the kitchen this morning.

Jared loaded his suitcases into truck last night – he's always the first one ready to leave. Jensen's a little more haphazard, but he managed to have everything packed up twenty minutes before they were supposed to leave. Brayden stumbled down the stairs with two minutes to spare and one duffel bag thrown over his shoulder.

“Where's the rest of your shit?” Jared asked, over the top of his coffee mug.

Brayden looked confused. “This is it,” he nodded toward his shoulder.

“That's it?” Jensen shook his head and pushed away from the counter. “Dude, we're spending two weeks in another fucking country. That is not all you're taking with you. That bag's not big enough for all the underwear you better be taking with you.”

Rolling his eyes, Brayden dropped the bag onto the counter and ripped it open. “I got swim trunks,” he pulled a pair out with each hand and then stuffed them back in the bag. “I got underwear,” he insisted, though he only produced a handful of them, and Jensen would have been happy to take his word for it. “I got tee shirts, a toothbrush, and condoms. What else do I fuckin' need?”

Jared wiped his hand over his face and shook his head. “He's not kidding,” he said, brushing Jensen's shoulder as he passed to the sink and rinsed out his cup.

“Dude, they have washing machines in Australia, right?”

With a roll of his eyes, Jensen decided to choose his battles. This was the fucking dumbest thing he'd ever heard, which was saying something with Brayden, but it wasn't worth missing a flight over or anything. “Alright. But don't blame my ass if you can't find anybody to do your fuckin' laundry at the end of the first week.”

The fun continued at LAX.

”Are you checkin' that?” Jensen asked when Brayden plopped his bag onto the top of Jared's suitcase.

Brayden nodded, distracted by the girls giggling behind them in line.

“Hey, dickface,” Jared interjected, drawing Brayden's attention back to the matter at hand. “What're you plannin' on doin' for fifteen hours on a plane? Where's your carry-on?”

Without hesitation, Brayden pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I got music, movies, and video games. What more do I need?”

Jared shot him a look that said he was going to kill the kid, and Jensen just rolled his eyes and took the baggage claim tickets and boarding passes from the attendant at the counter. “What are the chances we can get customs to hold on to him until we get back into the country?” The woman just shook her head and smiled sympathetically.

[quiet000001.livejournal.com]

Not another request, but - is anyone else coming back to this post every few minutes and hitting f5 just in case?

Just me?

Okay then.

(I am SO new fic deprived. I cannot wait for the big bangs to start posting fic.)

[kiwiana.livejournal.com]

She's asleep, bb - I KNOW, I'M HEARTBROKEN TOO :(

[sprnaturalgrl.livejournal.com]

UST. Seeing each other again after several years, like they knew each other in college, liked each other a lot but never hooked up.

We Were in Love 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Alright, I'm going to admit that this prompt threw me. It is dangerously close to my Big Bang, and I thought about just cutting and pasting part of that here, as a teaser of sorts. But there's this Kane song, We Were in Love (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=myEFI7OxxPM), that I've been wanting to write a fic around for a long time, so I did that instead. Hope you like it!
*

It's been almost six years since Jared has seen his childhood best friend, Jensen, but it only took him about six seconds to spot that face in an airport bar in Atlanta, Georgia, of all places. Jensen's still in Texas, and Jared kind of lives everywhere now, so this is completely random. If it's not, Jared's going to have to start believing in fate, because this kind of thing just does not happen.

“Can't believe you went into sales, man.” Jensen shakes his head and tilts his beer bottle to his lips, eyes fixed somewhere behind the bar.

Jared can't really believe it, either. It certainly wasn't his dream, but jobs were scarce when he graduated college, and he took the one that paid the bills. He's been promoted a few times now, and he's comfortable. That counts for something. It has to, or he'll head back to his home base in St. Louis and stick his head in the oven or something.

He smiles and mimics Jensen's head shake. “It's not as prestigious as Lincoln High School geometry teacher.”

Taking the barb in stride, Jensen points his bottle in Jared's direction and corrects him. “Lincoln High School Mathematics Department Chair.”

“Oh, well, pardon me,” Jared rolls his eyes and takes another pull from his bottle, eyes drawn like magnets to that gold band glittering on Jensen's left ring finger. It's the giant pink elephant sitting between them at this bar, and he keeps thinking that one more beer will give him the courage to ask about it. He's been here twenty minutes, and he's still waiting.

There was a time when they talked to each other about every fucking thing that popped into their heads. Ackles and Padalecki vs. the rest of the fucking world. There was a time that Jared was sure that nothing would ever come between them. The rumors were always there, on the fringes, but he shrugged them off because what did it matter what anyone else thought. Jensen was his best friend, the only opinion of him that really meant anything. He didn't stop to think that it might have been more than that, at the time. He was just a kid – how the hell was he supposed to know what love felt like?

The summer before he left for UT, Jensen told Jared that he was gay. It was just another something they talked about – in great detail – but it didn't change anything. At least, Jared didn't think it did. By the time he enrolled in the same school a year later, Jensen had his own thing going, though. They still hung out, but it wasn't the same. Not with Jensen dating a bunch of guys Jared couldn't stand to be around.

They stopped clinging to that shred of whatever used to be during Jensen's senior year, though they'd still stop and make small talk if they ran into each other on campus, or around town. Jared felt the loss, bone deep, but it wasn't until he was engaged to a great girl he'd met in his Statistics class that he realized why.

Somewhere between playing with G.I. Joes in the backyard, and ditching fourth period to hang at the arcade downtown, he had fallen in love with Jensen. Not in some epic, high school romance kind of way. It was so much more than that. And it was too late to do anything about it.

Eventually, he called the wedding off and took a job out of state, but he never could quite let go of the idea that Jensen was still out there somewhere, and he might get a chance to make things right between them someday.

[claudia-nic.livejournal.com]

I'd like to see some more Brayden/Jared or Brayden Jensen (or both) bonding. The kid being all messed up/insecure about something and the boys just being there for him in their unique, we might be your friends but we are also secretly your parents kind of way. Because I love them at their parenting best :)

Also, have we seen some decent Chris and Jensen BFF quality time recently? I think they should have some. Maybe Jen can needle him about the entire Daneel/Chris/Steve situation.

Chris and Jensen = BFF

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

The fact that Steve isn't here should have tipped Jensen off to the fact that this isn't an official Kane show. Chris is just trying out some new songs on a familiar crowd, one he's been playing for since Jensen moved out here. This is the first bar they ever came to in Los Angeles, and its dirt floors are about as appealing to Jensen now as they were back then. Gas lamps light the walls. Gas lamps!

On the plus side, it's almost too dark for anyone to notice just how much he does not fit in here.

Chris only plays four songs, and then he stops at the bar to grab a couple of long-necks and chat up a barfly Jensen's pretty sure he wouldn't give the time of day, could he actually see her in this dingy wreck of a place.

When he drops into the chair across the table from Jensen and shovels his mass of hair from his face, he's grinning like the cat who just ate the goddamn canary. “Good show,” Jensen compliments, taking the beer Chris is offering. It's not his style, Chris's music never has been, but he can appreciate talent. Plus, Chris is supplying him with free beer, so who is he to bitch?

“Thanks, man. Been feelin' inspired lately, I guess,” Chris nods, eyes fixed on the bottle in his hand, like his mind is elsewhere.

Exactly where is something they don't talk about. Just like they don't talk about the fact that all four of the songs he just sang were about women with either jet black hair, shoulder tattoos, or an ass that won't quit. Or the fact that Chris has been home for going on three months now, and hasn't so much as mentioned his next tour. Used to, he wouldn't last three days without itching to be back out on the road.

Silence falls over the table, easy and comfortable. They've never been the guys that share their feelings or need to fill gaps in the conversation with unnecessary words. There's something about kicking back with a guy you've known almost your whole life, and just knowing that he gets it, whether you say it or not.

“Can I ask you a question, man?”

Jensen looks up when Chris breaks the silence. With a nod, he rolls the bottom of his bottle against the edge of the table. “Shoot.”

Hesitating for a second, Chris doesn't quite meet Jensen's eye when he finally asks, “You think you could spare Dani for a month or two in the winter? Like December, January? 'Round there?”

“Yeah?” Jensen's eyebrow raises. “Man, you are so far gone,” he shakes his head with a slight chuckle. “Least I can admit Jay's got me all wrapped around his finger.”

“Ain't his finger that boy's got you wrapped 'round. Never has been, Jenny.”

[iniq.livejournal.com]

Ooh, I love the prompt above. I do love them at their parenting, too. *g*
And I was going to 'second' that prompt because you've already got quite a few on your plate, but thinking about parenting led to Jensen's childhood and somehow, some way, I don't know how... I kind of want a story where Jensen sees one of those people that bullied him again. Like, they're on the same gate section at the airport, gassing up at the same gas station, waiting at the same red light... something short but eventually meaningful for Jensen, because he sees the other guy ended up doing... well, I don't know. Something boring. :p (You did mention Jensen has to learn how to let go of certain things and not keep them inside. I'm calling opportunity! Jared could even be there to play angry muscle. ;)

Long prompt, totally ignore it if you want! I still owe you gift!fic, after all. *g*

[kiwiana.livejournal.com]

I kind of want a story where Jensen sees one of those people that bullied him again.

*gasps and flails*

[witchy78.livejournal.com]

Hey there, I didn't read all the prmompts and I have no idea how you're gonna be able to answer to everyone prompts, but I would love to read somthing that deals with Jensen working too much even after the accident he had when he blacked out in his offfice and Brayden had to take him to the hospital.
I want Jensen doing it again (working too much) and Jared not liking it even a little bit !!

Overworked Jensen

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

His eyes are watering, he can't stop sneezing, and the runny nose is not a good look on any one. Jensen doesn't get sick often, but it's entirely possible that his recent stint in a coma has weakened his immune system a little bit.

If Jared pops his head into the office one more time, to see if he needs anything, Jensen's going to punch him in the head. “It's just allergies,” he insists this time, before Jared can even open his mouth.

“You don't have allergies,” Jared fires back, leaning his hip against the door frame. “Take a nap.”

Jensen rolls his eyes. It's been like this for more than a month. Every time he so much as scratches the back of his neck, Jared freaks the fuck out. And Jensen gets it – he was in a coma, for fuck's sake – but he's not going back. He's never needed nine hours of a sleep a night, and he's not going to slow down now. There's just too much to do.

Flipping the computer screen around, Jensen shows him the page he's been reading. “Allergies can creep up at any time, and they are creepin' up on my ass now. The pollen count is extraordinarily high right now.” With a nod toward the door, he adds, “Get outta my office.”

“The pollen count,” Jared trails, shaking his head. “Man, fuck you. I don't wanna deal with this bull shit, but you don't seem to, either, so somebody's gonna have to fuckin' do it. Get over yourself, Jensen. You don't rule the world, and it's not gonna fuckin' fall apart because you take a goddamn nap.”

“Says the man who has his entire world clutched so tight in his grasp that his knuckles are turning white? When's the last time you left your studio without calling to check in at least ten times during the day?” Jensen does the same thing, but Jared is the point right now.

“I'm not the one that nearly died!” is Jared's brilliant comeback.

Standing so quickly, his chair rolls back into the wall, Jensen throws his arms out and rolls his shoulders. “Jesus fucking Christ, man, I'm not fucking dead! How long are you gonna hold that shit over my goddamn head, huh?”

“As long as it takes me to get the image of you in that fucking hospital bed out of my head, asshole.”

It's not blatant, but Jared flinches, and Jensen feels like a tool immediately. He doesn't know what he looked like in a coma, but he knows how pasty he was when he came out of it. And he knows that it would have killed them, had the roles been reversed.

Schooling his features and releasing a deep breath, Jensen holds his hands out in surrender. “Alright, look, I get it, okay? I know it fucked with your head, and it wasn't exactly a cake walk for me, either. But, dude, you gotta loosen the reigns a little. I'm fuckin' suffocatin' here.”

“Promise me you only work during shop hours for the next month, and I will back the fuck up and give you your breathing room.” Jared's hands are in his pockets now, his shoulders loose, but his face is nowhere near playful. He's not budging on this one. Jensen's either going to agree, or things are going to get ugly.

Jared's proposal means that he has twelve hours per day to get everything done that he needs to accomplish. The pro shop and skate park are open daily from ten to ten. He's never there until closing anymore, but he's usually working in his office at home until long after Mike has closed everything down and headed out for the night. With the lunch and dinner breaks Jared will no doubt still make him take, he's going to be hard-pressed to accomplish everything on his plate.

But then he looks up, and there's this guy in the door way with mile-long legs and fucking tree trunks for arms. He's got these eyes that stop Jensen's heart in his chest, and they're filled with concern about his well-being. It's not the same look his mother used to shoot him or anything – it's way more intense. Jared's entire posture says that he doesn't just want Jensen around, he needs him to be okay.

“I can do that,” he promises, nodding. Before he can say more, he sneezes so hard it makes him a little dizzy.

He's still convinced that it's just allergies, or possibly a cold, but maybe there's nothing wrong with taking it easy for a little while longer.

[akadougal.livejournal.com]

Disclaimer or not... Something to do with mixed up cell phones.

Cell Phone Mix Up

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Brayden's in English Comp when his cell vibrates against his thigh. Who the fuck is calling him during school hours? His friends text, or tweet, and his dads never bother unless there's some horrible emergency. There's no way his teacher is going to let him answer this, and he's not even sure he wants to in the first place. The screen says it's from Tom. Why the fuck would Tom be calling him?

He shoves the phone back into his pocket and tries to focus on what's happening at the front of the room. He's not that interested in the short story she's reading, but Macy looks super hot in those shorts today.

*

Jared's phone alerts him to seven text messages while he's doing an ankle piece for a walk-in client. Twenty minutes, seven texts. Jensen's got to be having some sort of mini-crisis. Not something huge – he'd walk down here and get Jared if it was that bad – but something crazy. Mike's probably out of orange Slice or something.

“Can you grab that for me?” he nods over his shoulder toward the phone, and Sophia jumps to do as she's asked.

“Uh, Jay?” her voice is skeptical when she turns the phone around. “There a reason some high school chick is sending you pics from the girls' locker room?”

The photo on the screen is one of three blonde girls, none of then natural, with their arms around each other and their hands in less-than-innocent places. “Awesome,” he groans, reaching out to grab the phone, shut it off, and shove it into his pocket.

*

Jensen's kicked back at his desk, no deadlines for a few days, and his brain his fried. He's already shared coffee with Danneel at the front counter, thrown paper clips at Mike for twenty minutes, and tried to call Tom three times. He's not answering, or bothering to return any of Jensen's calls, the fucker. Jensen is bored out of his fucking skull, and it's eleventy billion degrees in the California sun. He's too lethargic to skate, so he grabs his phone from his pocket and figures there's gotta be some app to keep him busy for a little while.

These aren't his apps, though. Not his wallpaper. And certainly not his pictures of his own naked, sleeping self in the media folder. His first assumption is that Brayden is fucking with him, but why the fuck would Brayden take pictures of naked Jensen? That's just creepy.

He figures out pretty quickly that it's Jared's phone when he goes to speed dial, and he isn't listed in the contacts. Fuck all. He doesn't know Jared's cell phone number – they changed them when they all bought these goddamn iPhones, and he never bothered memorizing it. It's always in his phone. And his phone is always on his hip. Except for today, apparently.

*

By the time Brayden gets out of school, he's pissed. Not only is he probably missing important text messages, but Jensen's phone is boring as fuck. And Tom won't stop calling – even when Brayden answered between third and fourth period to tell him what was going on. He worries about Jensen's business, if this is the guy in charge of it.

Bursting into Ollie, he doesn't bother knocking on Jensen's office door. “I need my phone.”

Jared's tongue is too far down Jensen's throat for him to answer, but he points vaguely toward the table. There's a literal suctioning noise when they pull apart that nearly makes Brayden throw up in his mouth a little bit.

“Tell Veronica I like the purple lace,” Jared winks over Jensen's shoulder, and Brayden just huffs before he walks away.

When the door slams, Jensen is raising an eyebrow, hands still buried under Jared's shirt, against his back. “Purple lace? You're a big fan, huh?”

Bottom lip caught between his teeth, Jared casts a glance to the violet hue of Jensen's hair before he meets his eye. And winks. “I'm a big fan of purple, Jensen. Yeah.” His hand drags up Jensen's back and over his head before traveling back down and settling against the curve of his ass. “Big fan.”

Jensen rolls his hips forward, moans when Jared's lips attach to his neck, and manages to say, “We are gonna talk about those incredibly gay, naked sleep pictures you have of me on your phone.” And then Jared rakes his teeth along the column of Jensen's throat, and all he can manage to squeak out is, “Eventually.”

[billysgirl5.livejournal.com]

Sorry your muse isn't cooperating with you; that has to be incredibly frustrating.

I'm tossing one out there...[Disclaimer verse] how would Jared react to not being able to tattoo for a while? Seems like a broken finger/hand/arm would hinder the process, hmm?

Jared Breaks His Finger 1/1

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Jared breaks his right, middle finger during his weekly pick-up game with Brayden, Jordan, and Chad.

For the first few days, Jensen finds it hilarious to watch him try to maneuver without the use of his dominate hand, and he loves that Jared can't give him the double flip off – the finger is splinted, and taped to his ring finger – without looking like a massive tool.

Unfortunately, Jared can't work, either. It doesn't take long for him to become a tense, irritable, pain in the ass. There are ways, of course, to relieve his tension, but Jared's preferred methods are tattooing, painting, or punching the heavy bag in the basement until whatever is bothering him just melts away. Can't do any of those things without the full use of his right hand, and the lower his options sink, the more impossible he becomes.

“He just kicked me outta the fuckin' theater,” Brayden growls from the doorway of Jensen's office, arms crossed over his chest and his face anything but humored. “I'm gonna kick is gimpy ass, Jensen. I swear to fucking god.”

With a huff, Jensen leans back in his chair, hand wiping over his face. Jared's hand might be broken, but even that disadvantage won't help Brayden in a fight with the guy. Ever the peacemaker, he says, “It's only a couple weeks, Bray. He's just bored. And the painkillers don't really help.”

It's the wrong argument. “Yeah, well, I already had one dad treat me like shit because he was too high to know better. I'm not stickin' around for this bull shit.” He pushes off the door and pulls his keys out of the pocket of his jeans. “I'm stayin' at Jordan's 'til he's done being a douche.”

Brayden sleeps at his best friend's house all the time, but Jensen wants to kick Jared's ass all the same.

Without preamble, he heads into the theater and grabs the remote from the chair at Jared's side. The look he gets in response to turning off the game is not loving or pleasant. Jensen doesn't fucking care anymore.

“Bray is staying with Jordan until you stop acting like Rick. I'm goin' to bed. If you can't figure out a way to stop bein' a bitch by morning, I'm stayin' at Chris's until your hand heals. You're not twelve, Jared. Suck it up and figure it out.”

It's only nine fifteen, and Jensen can only hope that Jared gets the hint he dropped when he heads up to bed. He's certainly not going to sleep, and he doesn't feel like watching television. What he really wants is to fuck Jared's brain out of his ear, maybe relax him a little bit, because it was funny at first. The second Brayden walked out that door, though, shit got serious.

It's nearly an hour later when Jensen hears Jared's footsteps on the stairs. He stops in the doorway, and Jensen looks over from his place on the bed. They stare at each other for a long time, and it's not likely that Jared's going to speak, but he doesn't have need to. Jensen can see the apology in his eyes.

“Get over here,” he invites, and Jared strips his tee shirt over his head before climbing onto the bed. “You call Bray?” Jared nods and straddles Jensen's hips. “You in pain?” A shrug, and Jensen grabs the pills and water glass he put out earlier. As Jared swallows the medication and drains the glass, Jensen says, “Don't kill me, but I made a call. Tattoo magazine is putting together a biker issue, and they want you to be their celebrity editor. Starting tomorrow.”

He expects an eye roll, and possibly to be smacked in the head. Instead, Jared sets the glass on the table and kisses Jensen, quick and hard. “Thanks, Jen.”

He doesn't elaborate, but he doesn't have to. Jensen knows what he needs, even when he can't figure out how to ask for it.

[batman-mcghee.livejournal.com]

fantastic! i didn't factor in a girl, but i should have guessed p!nk, knowing what i know of you. i love that jensen didnt do it and that jared was jealous, but still let it be jen's decision. also, jared/p!nk/jensen is my new otp. YES!!! you are made of win.

can i prompt again?

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it!

You can prompt again - I'll probably leave the prompting open for the rest of today before I close it off.

[(Anonymous)]

hi:)
sorry this is anonymous. I would so love to see a disclaimer fic with the boys having slow, sweet, all the time in the world sex (their version of slow and sweet anyway)*blushes* maybe like the first time they have sex after Jensen gets back from the hospital after falling in the black and Jared is still being kinda careful with him, or one night in mexico. or whenever really. just a whole lotta love. it would tuly make my week if you wrote this..I utterly adore your writing and I utterly adore these boys. But if you already have too many prompts or whatever and can't get to it then I'll just carry on enjoying the others:)

oh, and I was just wondering if we will ever meet a disclaimer!misha? he could be fun:) maybe he could get together with sandy or something?

I hope you have a wonderful day

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

I'll for sure be answering your prompt when I get to it (I always answer them in order), but I wanted to say thanks for reading, and also answer the question about Misha. I've been thinking about ways to work him into the story for a little while now, and I'm just not sure where to fit him in. I hope to find one eventually!

new prompt

[batman-mcghee.livejournal.com]

Mormons come knocking on the door one morning. Bray answers and he speaks to them a bit. They ask if his Dad is home and he calls for Jared. Jared indulges them and then they ask if his ‘spouse’ is home. He calls ‘Jen’ and the Mormons are surprised when a man comes to the door. Of course, Jared makes a big show of kissing Jensen and the Mormons make a quick exit.

Re: new prompt

[kiwiana.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

[nickgregfan.livejournal.com]

Hi its me again. LOL

Ummm remember te fic where jensen broke his arm and wanted jared to color his hair???

Could we maybe possibly have the part where jensen falls and having to make the oh shit phone call to jared, and then jared takng him to the hospital and dealing with a pain in th eass jensen not wantingto go????

maybe???

[witchy78.livejournal.com]

Oh yes this this !!!!!!