SO here is how this is going to work. It is a combination drabble meme/DAMNIT CHASH DO THIS SHIT meme.
1. Everyone can request one drabble.
2. If you have an unfulfilled request on this post and have not already gotten one fic from it (that is, if you did two requests and got one written, this does not apply to you), you can link the request and either say DO THIS or say I CHANGED MY MIND I WOULD LIKE ANOTHER FIC INSTEAD and do a different request. So, if I have yet to fill your request from my Christmas meme, you get two requests here, one of which can be your old request if you still want it.
THE CATCH is that these will actually be drabbles. Not exactly 100 words, but no more than 400.
GOOD TIMES. Timestamps are acceptable.
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longsufferingly- it made us kind of happy and kept me off of drugs
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Jared discovers Jensen never deletes the messages Jared sends him. Manly snarking ensues.
Congratulations on your watchers, you deserve each and everyone!
This isn't really a surprise; Jared has no concept of personal space or personal belongings. Jensen honestly thinks the guy should start living in some kind of commune. Maybe a nudist colony where everyone's stuff is everyone else's and there are orgies and it's called the Moonflower collective or something. Because Jared also has no real concept of pants.
"Dude, I've been looking for that," he says.
"March 25, 2006," says Jared.
"Uhhh?" says Jensen.
"That's the first text message you have from me on this phone."
Jensen shrugs, awkwardly. "I might need it."
Jared tosses the phone over. "Weirdo," he says.
Jensen gives him the finger.
Ten minutes later, he gets a text.
you're like a beautiful flower
"Fuck you," says Jensen absently. He goes back to reading his script.
A few minutes later he gets, your eyes are like stars of the morning
"What does that even mean?"
you're the most beautiful man in existence
"Jared, I'm trying to work."
"I'm just saying," says Jared. "If you're going to save all my texts like, I dunno, love notes or something, you might as well have some really good shit to save."
"I don't know how you've ever gotten laid in your life," says Jensen.
But he doesn't delete the texts.
I love this so much. *grins like a dork*
Jensen shrugs, awkwardly. "I might need it."
*lol* Oh, Jensen!