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timehasa_wayTitle: Oreos
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 002. Middles.
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fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 201
Rating: R
Warnings: pissy!Jensen and annoyed!Jared? :P
Summary: Jared ruins Jensen's Oreos.
Author's Notes: I...have no idea. It's silly. There's a sequel to this I'm about to post, too. I think I've lost my mind.
“Dude.” Jensen walks into the living room with a plate full of Oreos. Or…partial Oreos. Jared looks up at him from his seat on the couch, and Jensen frowns, gesturing to the plate in his other hand. “What is this? You eat all the cream and just leave me this?”
“You…said I could have some?” Jared tries, and Jensen lowers his head and takes a breath. Which kind of means he’s angry.
“You owe me cream,” Jensen says when he lifts his head again, and Jared makes a show of sticking his hand in his pants.
“Coming right up.”
“No, you asshole!” Jensen shouts, exasperated. He drops the plate of non-stuffed Oreos onto the coffee table, and Sadie and Harley come around to sniff at it. “You owe me Oreos, dammit! Real Oreos. Middles intact!”
“Fine,” Jared huffs, pulling his hand out of his pants. “I’ll buy you more.” Jensen stands there in front of him, and Jared’s just about to tell him he’s blocking the TV when he sees that look on Jensen’s face. “What, now?” Jensen crosses his arms over his chest and glares. “Fine,” Jared repeats, standing up, grabbing his keys, and heading for the door. “Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 002. Middles.
fanfic100 table: hereWord Count: 201
Rating: R
Warnings: pissy!Jensen and annoyed!Jared? :P
Summary: Jared ruins Jensen's Oreos.
Author's Notes: I...have no idea. It's silly. There's a sequel to this I'm about to post, too. I think I've lost my mind.
“Dude.” Jensen walks into the living room with a plate full of Oreos. Or…partial Oreos. Jared looks up at him from his seat on the couch, and Jensen frowns, gesturing to the plate in his other hand. “What is this? You eat all the cream and just leave me this?”
“You…said I could have some?” Jared tries, and Jensen lowers his head and takes a breath. Which kind of means he’s angry.
“You owe me cream,” Jensen says when he lifts his head again, and Jared makes a show of sticking his hand in his pants.
“Coming right up.”
“No, you asshole!” Jensen shouts, exasperated. He drops the plate of non-stuffed Oreos onto the coffee table, and Sadie and Harley come around to sniff at it. “You owe me Oreos, dammit! Real Oreos. Middles intact!”
“Fine,” Jared huffs, pulling his hand out of his pants. “I’ll buy you more.” Jensen stands there in front of him, and Jared’s just about to tell him he’s blocking the TV when he sees that look on Jensen’s face. “What, now?” Jensen crosses his arms over his chest and glares. “Fine,” Jared repeats, standing up, grabbing his keys, and heading for the door. “Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
