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[dugindeep]

I need more prompts like I need a hole in the head, but here we go ...

People are doing that icon!comment fic, where you pick one of my icons and I will write a drabblish thing based on the keywords and/or the pic. Leave the comment here and I'll write stuff tonight and through the weekend.

Comments

[bekkis]

:D

[dugindeep]

I KNEW someone would pick that one. Dangit.

[bekkis]

LOL well you don't HAVE to write a fic;)

[dugindeep]

Oh, no, no, no. I want to, I really do. I just haven't decided if I'll make it softball!au or just something entirely different and now you're making me choose :-P

[bekkis]

:D DO BOTH! *is greedy*

[queenklu]

He's so CONSENTRATED. On Jensen's ass!

*sealclaps* I'da picked this one if someone hadn't already. ^__________________^

[dugindeep]

That is a way better explanation than standing_fic saying he was gonna choke a bitch, or somesuchthing.

[dugindeep]

The ball is hit insanely hard and Jared leaps to his right, long arms and fingers reaching for it. He’s able to stop it and instantly rolls across the dirt to grab at it before tossing to Gabe at second. His friend has to reach up for it, foot just barely rising off the base, but the toe keeps contact. The ump calls the runner safe. Jared jumps to his feet, incensed and screaming mad before he can even realize it. He pushes his arms out, shouting and swearing and spinning from Gabe at second (who’s equally pissed off) to the ump, who’s working his way out into the field and yelling right back. “You wanna keep yelling?” the man in blue asks with warning in his voice.

“Are you kidding me?” Jared cries out before pointing at the base again. “His foot was on the bag! Are you blind?”

The ump gives an interested look and nearly reprimands, “Wanna say that again?”

Jared turned back towards second and from the corner of his eye he spots Jensen in left field, leaning to the side with his arms crossed and just watching, almost looking bored. Jared crunches his face for a second with his mouth open and ready to release more shouts. But everything deflates and he frowns. “No, whatever,” he grumbles as he turns back to the ump.

During his next at bat, Jared smacks a ball right at the third baseman, who fumbles and barely comes back up with it before throwing to first, narrowly getting Jared out. But he’s screaming anyway, egged on more by Chad as first base coach, and they’re both pointing at the base while angrily addressing the umpire. Jared’s going on with “how can you see from back there anyway?” when he sees Jensen at the dugout, arms crossed, eyebrow raise, and face in a questioning look. He huffs, defeated, and walks away from the mess.

When he sits down on the bench, he sighs and rests elbows on his knees with his hands dangling between his legs. Jensen bumps a knee at Jared’s back. “Make you feel better?”

Jared’s mouth scrunches up and then he frowns as he glances over his shoulder. “What?”

“Throwin’ temper tantrums?” Jensen asks with a smirk.

“What if it does?” he grumbles right back.

Jensen chuckles then clamps his hands onto Jared’s shoulders, shaking him just slightly. He leans in a little close, closer than they usually are on the field, because they don’t want to be obvious, or obnoxious, or whatever it might be. Jared doesn’t mind it right now. Jensen chides him, “Don’t get so worked up.”

He turns his head and smirks at how close Jensen’s jaw is. “What if I want to get worked up?”

With a tip of the head, Jensen tires to hide his smirk and bats at Jared’s head. “Save it for later.”

“Promise?” Jared asks as the team jumps up to take the field.

“Course,” he smirks jogging off to left.

[bekkis]

Heeeee! WIN!

[dugindeep]

YAY! I'm glad you liked it :-D

[countess7]

MY LOVE FOR THIS VERSE KNOWS NO BOUNDS!

*SQUISHES THEM IN MY HANDS*

[dugindeep]

I LOVES THEM TOO BOO!

I'm glad you guys like it and feel like it fits the story :-D

[timehasa_way]

Eeee, this makes me smile!!

[dugindeep]

:-D I love these softball boys too much, I have to say.