Jared's Engaged!
So I hear Jared and Genevieve (yes, that Genevieve) are engaged. I'm not sure who asked who, Genevieve strikes me as progressive, but in any case this is my /ahem/ *Jensen's* reaction.
Title: You're Not The One
Author: Kally
Disclaimer: If they were mine, do you think I'd be bothering writing about it, rather than having them do it live action? *sighs* This is not intended to portray the sexuality of any real person, it's just my slashy fancifulness! Ok? Please don't arrest me.
Pairing: RPS Jared/Genevieve, unrequited Jensen/Jared, Christian Kane mentioned
Rating: PG-13 for a few f-bombs
Summary: Jared and Genevieve are engaged. Where does that leave Jensen?
Watching the fear and pseudo light fade from Genevieve's (*Ruby's*) eyes didn't ease the fist crushing my heart to nothing, not even a little.
This is what all the douchey fan girls whine about feeling. They don't know the half of it.
He asked her. He fucking ASKED *her*. To marry him.
Jared....
You *just* broke up with Sandy, god damn it. And I *liked* her! You've known Genevieve for, what, two years? That's less than half the time it took for you to ask Sandy - and I saw the way you looked at her, heard your voice everytime you said her name.
I've got a six pack of euro beer open, the kind that's 12 bucks a bottle, but will get you there in the six seconds it takes to tie your shoe. We're celebrating your engagement to Genevieve, but I'm the one that needs to get drunk.
I'm not one for self-pity, Jared. I'm really not. But damn if I don't deserve to wallow in it for one fucking night.
And I don't know, Jared, I just, *sigh* I can't figure it out - I keep going over it in my head, these last five years: Did I miss your cues? Is she your way of moving on?
Cause you know, this business generates a lot of rumors, but I never once slept with a guy or Chris. I considered it, but I didn't want it bad enough to risk losing roles through my choice of bed partners.
I didn't even consider it after I met you. Until after a year's worth of your little innuendos and pranks, and all the comments that got the fangirls squealing like Twilight's Robert what's-his-face just walked in the room, and your freakin' puppy dog eyes, and you constantly working on your perfect body in spite of the crap you put into it. Then, I couldn't wait to get to work, I'd subtly ask Eric to write more of Dean's episodes, so you'd have some time to sleep (you needed it), or fly Sandy in for a date (yes, I know that doesn't make sense, but).
Then I figured out I wasn't just considering it, I was fucking dreaming about it. And then I started doing laundry about four times a week. No, Jared, it wasn't because I like to sleep in dryer fresh sheets every night.
I really wonder, if I had a chance, how did I miss it?
How did Genevieve know, how did *Sandy* know? You hug and flirt with everyone and a cactus. Seriously, if you hugged a cactus, it would probably shed it's thorns in .8 nano seconds to make sure it didn't prick you.
Prick. Huh. Right now I think you're a prick. You're not, and I'm sorry I even *thought* that.
Fuck it, we lived in the same house for over a year! You were devastated when you and Sandy called it off. I remember, Jared. I watched you like a hawk to make sure you didn't do anything stupid. What kinda guy moves into his friend's house, when he's a got a hot fiancee waiting for him at a home they *share*, no matter how fucked up said friend is?
You're not the one that's fucked up. You're happy and you're gonna marry Genevieve. I would dearly love for this whole thing to be called off, like before. But the kicker? I don't want to see you hurt like that again. You're strong enough to survive it, but you'd never be the same.
She makes you frown *once* and she'll have to wear Dani Behr wigs for the rest of her life.
One thing's for sure, S4's final episode? Yeah, I'm gonna be watching *that* scene over and over and over...
End
Sequel: http://lighthousefae.livejournal.com/3476.html
Title: You're Not The One
Author: Kally
Disclaimer: If they were mine, do you think I'd be bothering writing about it, rather than having them do it live action? *sighs* This is not intended to portray the sexuality of any real person, it's just my slashy fancifulness! Ok? Please don't arrest me.
Pairing: RPS Jared/Genevieve, unrequited Jensen/Jared, Christian Kane mentioned
Rating: PG-13 for a few f-bombs
Summary: Jared and Genevieve are engaged. Where does that leave Jensen?
Watching the fear and pseudo light fade from Genevieve's (*Ruby's*) eyes didn't ease the fist crushing my heart to nothing, not even a little.
This is what all the douchey fan girls whine about feeling. They don't know the half of it.
He asked her. He fucking ASKED *her*. To marry him.
Jared....
You *just* broke up with Sandy, god damn it. And I *liked* her! You've known Genevieve for, what, two years? That's less than half the time it took for you to ask Sandy - and I saw the way you looked at her, heard your voice everytime you said her name.
I've got a six pack of euro beer open, the kind that's 12 bucks a bottle, but will get you there in the six seconds it takes to tie your shoe. We're celebrating your engagement to Genevieve, but I'm the one that needs to get drunk.
I'm not one for self-pity, Jared. I'm really not. But damn if I don't deserve to wallow in it for one fucking night.
And I don't know, Jared, I just, *sigh* I can't figure it out - I keep going over it in my head, these last five years: Did I miss your cues? Is she your way of moving on?
Cause you know, this business generates a lot of rumors, but I never once slept with a guy or Chris. I considered it, but I didn't want it bad enough to risk losing roles through my choice of bed partners.
I didn't even consider it after I met you. Until after a year's worth of your little innuendos and pranks, and all the comments that got the fangirls squealing like Twilight's Robert what's-his-face just walked in the room, and your freakin' puppy dog eyes, and you constantly working on your perfect body in spite of the crap you put into it. Then, I couldn't wait to get to work, I'd subtly ask Eric to write more of Dean's episodes, so you'd have some time to sleep (you needed it), or fly Sandy in for a date (yes, I know that doesn't make sense, but).
Then I figured out I wasn't just considering it, I was fucking dreaming about it. And then I started doing laundry about four times a week. No, Jared, it wasn't because I like to sleep in dryer fresh sheets every night.
I really wonder, if I had a chance, how did I miss it?
How did Genevieve know, how did *Sandy* know? You hug and flirt with everyone and a cactus. Seriously, if you hugged a cactus, it would probably shed it's thorns in .8 nano seconds to make sure it didn't prick you.
Prick. Huh. Right now I think you're a prick. You're not, and I'm sorry I even *thought* that.
Fuck it, we lived in the same house for over a year! You were devastated when you and Sandy called it off. I remember, Jared. I watched you like a hawk to make sure you didn't do anything stupid. What kinda guy moves into his friend's house, when he's a got a hot fiancee waiting for him at a home they *share*, no matter how fucked up said friend is?
You're not the one that's fucked up. You're happy and you're gonna marry Genevieve. I would dearly love for this whole thing to be called off, like before. But the kicker? I don't want to see you hurt like that again. You're strong enough to survive it, but you'd never be the same.
She makes you frown *once* and she'll have to wear Dani Behr wigs for the rest of her life.
One thing's for sure, S4's final episode? Yeah, I'm gonna be watching *that* scene over and over and over...
End
Sequel: http://lighthousefae.livejournal.com/3476.html