!!!-CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS-!!! UNDERAGE Prompting Post // May 1st - May 15th
This is a post for any and all UNDERAGE PROMPTS. That means all prompts with pairings where one or both is under the age of 18.
A few reminders:
1. Use your subject lines! Please start with either REQUEST or FILLED also please list the pairing and kinks.
2. Please come up with a title for your fic.
3. NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES! Use space, ( Read more... )
A few reminders:
1. Use your subject lines! Please start with either REQUEST or FILLED also please list the pairing and kinks.
2. Please come up with a title for your fic.
3. NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES! Use space, ( Read more... )
“Mr Padalecki?” Says the blue uniform standing on his front step; features washed-out by the flashlight being shone in his eyes and the headlamps of the patrol car idling on the street.
“Uh, yeah. Can I help you?” Brain not really working at this hour.
“Do you have a Jensen Ackles here with you?” Way it’s asked says the guy kinda has opinion on the answer already, but Jared can’t care about that with the way his heart has stopped dead.
“W-What? No I. I haven’t seen him in days. You’re telling me he’s missing?” Stepping probably too-far into the cop's personal space, but if something’s happened to Jensen, or. Fuck if he’s done something to himself…That’d be it, his life, everything, over.
“Do you have any knowledge of his whereabouts, sir?” Cop apparently not buying the very real concern.
“No! What’s happened? Fuck, what is going on?!” Probably not the best idea to yell at the guy with the gun and handcuffs but seriously fuck it.
“His parents reported him missing from their house. The window in his room was opened from the inside, and there are clothes gone from his closet. We're thinking he's a runaway. They suggested that you might have some idea of where he is.” More than suggestion in that last part, and Jared can imagine what Jensen’s parents would have to say about him, but that’s not important right now.
“I haven’t seen him.” Panic waking him all the way. Something in the frantic way he’s turning on the spot and grabbing at his bed-mussed hair must finally sink in; the cop lowers his flashlight, and gives him an assessing look.
“Do you know anywhere he might’ve gone?” Jared freezes tries to search his adrenaline-hazy brain for anything helpful.
“I. Fuck. No, I don’t know. I’m helping you look for him.” Last part said almost to himself as he grabs his keys from the bowl on the side-table, heedless of the sleep shirt and drawstring pants he’s wearing, the slap of his bare feet on the concrete as he darts around the cop and down the steps to his truck.
“Sir, I can’t allow that. This is technically a missing-child case; police only.” Something like pity and apology in the guy’s voice now.
Fuck. That.
“I’m helping. I’m not just gonna. He’s. I have to.” Last thing he says before he climbs into the truck and slams the door, ignores the protests of the officer standing by his house; heads off with a screech of tires and the roar of the engine.
He’s gonna find his mate.
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Jensen’s life has pretty much been a sliding scale of crappy experiences lately; but sleeping on a park bench is still another low he’d never expected to feel before his seventeenth birthday.
At least summers in Texas make for warm nights; even if they don’t soften the benches any.
He’s down to about forty bucks hidden in his sock; all he’s got left for food and water before he’ll have to burn whatever rags of pride he’s got left and head for a homeless shelter or a soup kitchen.
He’s a pregnant teenager running away from home; at least the fact that he’s a guy takes some of the edge off the cliché.
He knows his parents will have realised he’s gone by now, mutual avoidance or no. But he didn’t take his cell phone; has no ID or credit cards or anything that can trace his address, so it’s not likely he’ll get picked up and taken back unless he gets busted for vagrancy or something and just tells them where he lives-where he used to live.
At least jail cells probably have beds.
He’s trying to ignore the mess he’s made of his life; trying to remember it’s not just his life anymore; that there’s two of them in this, now.
At least he’s not technically by himself.
“What’re we gonna do, huh kiddo?” Words said softly and maybe a little defeated as he lies back on the bench and looks at all the stars above his head; white shining through holes in a black cloth; hands resting gently on his belly, rubbing softly. No answer from the child inside him.
“Yeah, I dunno either.”
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There'll be a slight delay with the next one since I'm off out for a few hours, but hopefully there'll be more at some point tonight!
Thanks so much for sticking with this! <3
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OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG!!!!
this is just getting so intense.
♥
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Next part is up, and I'll pick it up again when I get home later (assuming I'm not drunk lol).
Thanks for sticking with the story, you guys cheering me on has really kept the motivation going! ♥
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Next part is up! =D
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Thanks for sticking with me on this, next part is up! ♥
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Jared is driving for twenty minutes before he suddenly flashes to a warm evening nearly a year ago; when he'd run into Jensen in the park a few miles from their street, carrying a one-man tent and a huge, padded bag with parts of a telescope in it.
“I love looking at the stars." He’d told Jared, breathtaking little smile on his face. "Something about how small looking at them makes you feel; like nothing can really be that bad if there’s so much else out there, y’know?” Tone full of wonder and face creasing with his smile.
It was one of countless moments when Jared had desperately wanted to kiss him, or hold him; or just say something that would keep Jensen looking at him, talking to him with that light shining in his eyes.
The park.
He swerves in a one-eighty on the - thankfully deserted - road, changing direction from going to Chris Kane’s house to the big open field he‘d been jogging in that day.
Jensen’s there, he can feel it.
He goes probably twice the speed limit getting there, and his truck spins in a wide, sluggish arch as he stabs his foot down onto the break pedal, comes to a halt by the tall wooden fence that surrounds the park. He leaves the key in the ignition, doesn’t even shut the door; just gets out and runs into the darkness; moving quickly along the winding footpath as the grey spots clear from over his eyes, night vision slowly improving.
He’s most of the way around the edge of the place, now; panic slowly building over the idea that maybe Jensen isn’t here.
Then he does a double-take at the big shadow of a pair of legs, sticking out over the end of one of the wooden benches that lies next to the path. His heart skips, and his breath comes out in a rushed, serrated noise that sounds suspiciously like a name.
Jensen.
“Jensen!” Echoed from his mouth as he runs over to the slumped form on the seat, relief bursting behind his breastbone like fireworks, or balloons filled with colour.
He gets to the bench; hand reaching out as the guy turns over, and.
It’s not Jensen.
Even in the near-complete blackness of the unlit footpath, he can tell it isn’t the young beta; it’s just a homeless guy; smelling like booze and looking at least thirty-five years too old to be the boy he‘s looking for; tattered beanie covering a greasy mop of hair, unkempt beard hiding a lined and tired set of facial features.
“Whadda you wan’?” Mumbled and slurred with sleep and the influence of alcohol, stench of it hitting Jared like a slap to the face.
“Have you seen a boy? A teenager? Tall; blonde hair, green eyes?” Desperately shaking the bum by the shoulder, trying to keep him focused and prevent him from turning away.
“Nah, man. Nobody here like that.” Annoyance in the tone as he swipes at Jared’s arm, forcing him to let go and take a step back as the man rolls over on his makeshift bed.
He was wrong.
Jensen isn’t here.
He shoves down the panic and the helpless, cold fear he can feel creeping up from somewhere below his lungs; tries to stop his brain playing those three words over and over like a broken record.
Jensen isn’t here. But he’s gotta be somewhere.
He’s back in his truck and speeding onto the road again as soon as he can make his legs work, replaying every encounter he and Jensen have ever had, looking for some clue or idea as to where the boy would go that he'd think no one would check.
Then he almost bashes his head against the steering wheel, as he remembers that there’s another park not far from here, smaller and not as popularly used.
Another line of rubber layed down behind his wheels, and he's flooring it this time.
Jensen has to be there.
Because Jared is out of ideas.
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I'm off out for a few hours anyway, so quick! Go and pack before I get back and pick the story up again! =P
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Hope you write more, soon! I want to know how Jared's gonna take the news.
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