Disclaimer Comment Fic

[raeschae]

Okay, so I'm about to get ready to head to work, but I wanted to let you all know that the next installment in the Disclaimer Verse is coming. I'll post it on Monday, and I'm saving it for reasons you will find out on that day.

In the meantime, I'm itching to write something short and sweet . . . Last time I offered up comment fic, it wasn't that specific, but this time, I really wanna write some short Disclaimer. Conversations, snippets, nothing over 1,000 words. I'm going to try to keep them to 500. So don't prompt me with something epic, but if there's a short little something you'd like to see, let me know and I'll try to get it up in the next forty-eight to seventy-two hours, depending on the demand.

I don't put time limits on most of these posts, but this one will close on Sunday, April 11.

OH, and just so you know, it doesn't have to be J2. I'll write anyone in the Disclaimer Verse.

ETA: As much fun as this has been (and it really has been awesome!), this meme is now closed. Under the cut, you will find links to 23 individual threads - that's twenty-frickin'-three Disclaimer time stamps. Insanity. You guys astound me with your love for these boys, and I was surprised and overwhelmed to see which parts of their lives stick with you, and which ones you want to know more about.

Thanks to everyone who left a prompt, and to those of you who left other comments, after they were written. Y'all never cease to leave me speechless.



1. Jensen is injured and can't dye his own hair. - for witchy78

2. Brayden's first disasterous attempt to trick out his bike. - for vamphile

3. Jared and Chad hanging out and being BFF's. - for plastacine_star

4. Jared being jealous/possessive while clueless Jensen gets hit on. - for ellyk29

5. Jensen meets Mike before he buys Ollie. - for live_laugh_love

6. future!fic: Brayden getting married. - for chekiita

7. An intervention. - for nightporters

8. Jensen dragging Jared to a concert. - for akadougal

9. Brayden's friend hits on Jensen. Jared is possessive. - for krisd81

10. Jared and Jensen's first anniversary tattoo. - for lasvegas_lights (and several others)

11. Jared finds Jensen contemplating life at Ollie. - for nickgregfan

12. Brayden and Demi schmoop. - for taintedlove

13. Jensen missing Jared while Jared is away on business. - for kubis

14. Chris/Danneel/Steve the morning after a hook up. - for kskitten

15. Brayden has trouble asking the guys for something he needs. - for sothcweden

16. Jensen watches Jared shave in the morning. - for kissesxobecki

17. Femslash, of the Katie/Genevieve variety. - for kiwiana

18. Jared sustains a minor injury, and doesn't tell Jensen. - for naranga

19. Brayden asks Sophia for advice on girls. - for gemini8

20. The night after the morning after the prequel. - for jesseofthenorth

21. Jared wants Jensen to make an appearance on the last episode of his show. - for stellarluna35

22. Jensen's mom is a total fangirl for Slinging Ink. - for plasticine_star

23. Jared talks about his tattoos. - for bellaaurora

Comments

[witchy78.livejournal.com]

Heeeeeeeee here is my chance !!!
I wanted my hurt!jensen unable to move his arm but wanting to change the color of his hair !!! lol !! I want Jared to do that for him ;o) So cute !! (it might not fit in 500 words ! lol)

[vamphile.livejournal.com]

i want Brayden's first disastrous attempt to trick out his bike... and the boys mocking.

[plasticine-star.livejournal.com]

*rubs hands in anticipation*

I have a big presentation on Monday so, freak that I am I just added "check LJ for Disclaimer!fic" to my calendar.

Let's see, how about:
Jared/Chad hanging out by themselves being BFFs.
Jared doing one of Jen's tattoos.

[ellyk29.livejournal.com]

Oh, the possibilities. How about a jealous/possessive Jared re: Jensen being hit on... and clueless.

[ellyk29.livejournal.com]

Oh the possibilities... how about a jealous/possessive Jared re: a clueless Jensen being hit on.

[live-laugh-love.livejournal.com]

how the boys found the house in TJ

Jensen meeting Mike before he bought the park (for some reason I really like Mike. REALLY like him.)

Jared inking Jensen for one of their anniversaries.

ETA - YAY for new fic!!! I've made a note on my calendar to look for it!

[chekiita.livejournal.com]

Yay, how about some futurefic? something like Brayden's getting married and Jensen/jared's freaking out... or maybe the boys as granddaddy's..

[nightporters.livejournal.com]

An intervention by their friends.

[akadougal.livejournal.com]

Jensen dragging Jared along to a concert.

[krisd81.livejournal.com]

I DO NOT CARE FOR YOUR REASONS. GIMME FIC NOW! ♥

I'm horrible at prompts but um... Bray's friend hits on one of the boys. The other one has a blast (and is maybe a wee bit possessive.)

[lasvegas-lights.livejournal.com]

Jensen and Jared's anniversary is celebrated with a late night tatoo session...and more :P

[nickgregfan.livejournal.com]

ohhhh monday??? really???? i'm not sure I can LAST that long.


how about...and this is probably odd but i'm totally picturing the scene in my HEAD.

Jensen is late getting home, jared goes looking, and finds him spacing out and contemplating life at ollie....laying on the bottom of the bowl??? is that what its called???...with his head laying on his board....and jared takes a picture with his phone...and then happily molests jensen RIGHT FREAKING THERE.

mmmmmnnnnnnnnnn.............

[nickgregfan.livejournal.com]

and JUST so you know, its not that i want him lying there hurt (I figured I better put that out there), I just want him "communing" with the one place that he totally feels at home besides jareds arms.

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

“You want me to what?” Jared didn't know it was possible for his eyebrows to shoot quite so high. But this is so ridiculous, it warrants his best effort.

Jensen looks at him, face a mixture of pathetic pouting and frustrated . . . frustration. “Come on, man. I was gonna do it, but now I can't.” He holds his arm up, as though Jared maybe forgot about the last four hours in the emergency room.

“Maybe you shoulda thought of that before you hit the pipe. In the fucking rain. Idiot.”

If Jensen didn't injure himself somehow every other week, Jared might be a little more concerned. Sure, a broken arm is a little more serious than shredding the skin on his elbow. But it's not a coma, which is Jared's standard for bad now, so he considers this fracture minor.

Jensen looks at him like he's being ridiculous. “If I didn't do it, how would the children learn, Jay?”

“Right,” Jared nods his head, and categorically ignores the tube of Manic Panic Jensen keeps shoving in his direction. “Because your mission in life is to teach the children. How did I forget that?”

“Dude, are you gonna dye my fuckin' hair for me or not?”

“Seriously? What, are we twelve-year-old girls? Dye your own goddamn hair.” In all fairness, he's purchased eyeliner and nail polish for his boyfriend, but a man's gotta draw the line somewhere, and Jared's choosing Jensen's hair products as that hard limit.

Jensen slumps back on the bed and cringes when his elbow bumps the pillow behind him. He took a pain pill when he got home, but it hasn't started kicking in just yet. “Fuck it,” he mutters, rolling off the bed and heading out the door.

Jared would let him go, if Jensen wasn't gritting things about not needing this stupid fucking thing and doing it my damn self through clenched teeth down the hall and onto the stairs.

By the time Jared finds him in the kitchen, he's leaning heavily against the counter, left arm and cast pressed flat against the marble top while he grips a butcher knife in his right hand.

“The fuck you think you're doin'?” Jared asks sharply, yanking the knife away and holding it over Jensen's head. He's getting woozy enough to sway a little when he lunges for it, but Jared manages to catch him against his chest and drop the knife into the sink behind Jensen.

Jensen's gaze is kind of hazy when he meets Jared's eye. “Six fuckin' weeks, man. Gonna look fuckin' normal by then. Just like everybody else.”

There's not really a chance in hell Jensen's ever gonna look like everybody else. Even if his hair was natural, and he lost the piercings. If he managed to cover his tats and wearing a fucking business suit, he'd still be hotter than any human being has a right to be.

“Please, Jay?”

His words are starting to slur, a clear indication that the meds are kicking in, and that they're stronger than anything Jensen's used to. “Alright, I'll do it,” he concedes as Jensen's weight grows heavier against his arm. “If you still remember this when you wake,” he stops mid-sentence, and deposited Jensen on the family room couch. “What am I saying? Of course you're gonna remember. It's your hair.”

The only two people in the world who care more about their locks than Jensen are Jared and Brayden. Jensen likes to call them his giant girls when they mention their own. And that thought makes Jared laugh a little.

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

By the time Brayden walks through the front door, Jensen's hair is fuchsia and he's scowling like someone pissed on his face. “The fuck happened to you?” He considers Jensen for a second longer and his forehead knits. “What? You get in a fight with skater Barbie? I hear she's pretty bad ass.”

Jensen just stuffs another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth with his good hand and rolls his eyes. “You're grounded,” he mutters around the lump on his tongue. When Jared laughs, Jensen turns murderous eyes to him. “And you're never getting laid again. Ever.”

If he thought Jensen meant it, Jared might apologize. He knew damn well he was supposed to use the crimson. If he got a little mixed up and went with the pink, it's not his fault, is it? The lighting in the bathroom is faulty. They look a lot alike. Or something.

All he knows for sure is that Jensen will never ask him to do this shit again. Also, his hair is hot fucking neon pink. So, as far as he's concerned, it's well fucking worth it.

[taintedlove.livejournal.com]

Do I even need to TELL you that I want Demi/Brayden? I want to see adorable awkwardness from their epic relationship. May it rest in peace. *grabby hands*

♥_♥

[witchy78.livejournal.com]

YEAH YOU DID IT ;o)))
That was ABSO-FUCKING-LUTLY PERFECT !!
Jared could do anything for Jensen, ANYTHING ;o) lol !

[witchy78.livejournal.com]

Ah ah I didn't see the second part !! Poor Jensen !!!!!!!!!! LMAO !!
Very good one ;o))
ps : and monday ? really ??? We really have to wait that long fter such a promising news ??

[kubis.livejournal.com]

I was going to ask for a ficlet with the new tattoo, but that seems to be a popular choice, so my prompt is Jensen missing Jared, who is away tattooing some star. I'm not even interested in phone sex (but feel free to include it, if you want ;)), but rather in missing him in regular things like eating or coming back from home or something like that.

Can't wait for the new fic! :)

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

It's three in the morning by the time Jensen drags himself out of his office and up the stairs. The new line he's working on for Roxy is turning out well, but it's taking more time than he expected. He's done tee shirts and hoodies for girls a thousand times with the Ollie line, but surf gear is more fitted and it's throwing him for a bit of a loop.

If he passes the bedroom door, it's an innocent mistake. It's not like he's lived here for five years or anything. He's absolutely not checking on Brayden before he heads to bed.

But Brayden's not in his room. His bed is untouched. Well, as untouched as it was this morning when he got out of it.

Jared's playing around with some app on his phone when Jensen pops his head into their room. “Any idea where our kid is?”

With a shrug, Jared tears his eyes from the screen. “Last time I checked, he was in the garage.”

“When's the last time you checked?”

“Ten? Eleven? Hell, I don't know. Didn't know it was my night to babysit.”

“Every night is your night to baby sit. He's your kid, dick face,” Jensen shoots, heading back down the stairs. It only takes a second for Jared's heavy steps to fall in behind him.

Sure enough, Brayden is in the garage, a million tiny parts and pieces surrounding him and grease smeared from one corner of his forehead to the other. “Hey,” he smiles. Sort of. It's kind of a half-smile that looks more pleading than anything.

“The fuck did you do?” Jared asks, kicking something by simply walking past it.

“I'm trickin' her out,” he exclaims, and it would be proud if he didn't look like he was about to throw up.

“Who?” Jensen asks, brain trying to make sense of the mess he's standing in the middle of at the moment. When his eyes snag the gas tank, he turns to find Brayden staring at the floor with a sheepish grin. “This is your bike? That we spent thousands of dollars on? The one that we paid extra thousands of dollars to get already tricked out?”

“It didn't meet my . . . specifications.”

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

“What specifications were those? That she be, I don't know, rideable?” Jared rolls his eyes like he can’t believe Brayden’s such a tool, but he’s not mad. He knows a guy who works on bikes. A guy who will fix this mess easily. Still. It's not going to be cheap.

“No! Look, I came up with this design for the tank,” he searches the floor around him and leaps to his feet triumphantly when he finds it. “But it’s gonna look lame with those fuel lines, so I talked to Z. You know, the guy who owns the place on the other end of the pier? He sold me these,” he grabs a chrome tube from the shelf on the wall. “But then the whole back end has to be raised something like four inches, which fucks with the suspension,” he stops and shakes his head.

“You ever think puttin’ the parts in some sort of fuckin’ order would be a good idea?” Jensen asks, looking at the mess of shit all over the floor. There’s no way this kid’s not gonna lose something important here.

“They’re in order!” Brayden exclaims. “This pile came from the front end. That one over there,” he points toward Jared’s feet, where things aren’t so much in a pile as spread out on a shop cloth, “Those are from the right . . . ish . . . side.”

“Ish?” Jared’s barely containing his laughter at this point, and Jensen wants to elbow him in the gut. Unfortunately, he’s too far out of reach and any sudden movement could land one of them flat on their ass.

With an exasperated sigh, Brayden shrugs his shoulders. “Well, I don’t know, man. It’s not like I’ve ever done this before! I got vision. Just need to learn the skills.” Stepping backwards, he cringes when he steps on a bolt and nearly loses his balance. Producing a book from one of the shelves Jared installed a few years ago. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. “Turns out, this has nothing to do with building a bike.”

And that’s all it takes to send Jared over the edge. He guffaws, full body laughs that rack his shoulders and turn his face red. It’s impossible for Jensen not to smile at the sight, and he’s got to admit, that it’s pretty fucking hilarious.

“Come on, kid,” he motions, hands finding Jared’s waist as they turn back toward the house. “It’s after three and one of us is gonna have to get our asses up to drive you to school in the morning.”

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Sorry - but hopefully it'll be worth it, right?

And I'm glad you like this one - I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but I like the way it turned out.

[vamphile.livejournal.com]

LOL, literally cant' stop laughing. Poor Bray, he jut figured he'd do this one bit, but first that bit and then and then and then he was fucked.

And Jared's laughter echoing through the garage? a perfect moment.

I. Love. These. Boys.

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Yay! I'm so glad you liked it!

They're making me laugh still . . . so that's a good sign.

[blackpanther07.livejournal.com]

Hahaha OMG hot pink! that's great;)