Common Knowledge Ch. 3--Fanreports
Title: Common Knowledge
Author: elucreh
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Summary: Jared, your fangirls. Fangirls, I believe you already know Jared. Better than he knows himself.
Notes: Obviously, they belong to each other. Extended notes following epilogue.
:: 1-The Con-going Fangirl :: 2-Filk :: 3-Fanreports :: 4-The Everyday Fangirl :: 5-Fic :: 6-The Fangirl Online :: 7-Rose-Colored Interviews :: 8-The Fangirl On-Set :: Epilogue: The Kripked Fangirl::
CHAPTER THREE: Fanreports
Jared doesn't sleep much.
It's not like Chad and Mike haven't taken immeasurable delight in sending him links to badly written porn with him and Jensen as the stars. Sure, he usually just rolls his eyes as soon as he's read a paragraph, and fires back a link to information on flesh-eating worms, but he knows what's out there. He knows some people like to think of them...like that, and hell, he doesn't blame the fans. Both of them are hot and it isn't like he doesn't often help his right hand out with technicolor fantasies of Sandy making out with Jensen's pretty ex Danneel, slipping a hand beneath her skirt.
But this is different, somehow...in love, says the song, and epic romance. That's...that's more than just thinking the two of them would look good naked and sweaty together. That's saying they belong, that feelings and futures are involved. That's...that's personal, that's...
He doesn't know how to put it, exactly, but whatever it is, it's that. In spades.
When he's walking to the closing breakfast the next morning, he passes Laptop Girl (Laura? BitchfaceTM?), and she smiles and waves, just one of the many fangirls showing support over the shoulders of his bodyguards. Jared smiles weakly back and is utterly unable to stop the flush creeping up the back of his neck.
He's uncharacteristically quiet at the exclusive breakfast thing, and he catches Jensen looking at him in annoyance-Jensen has to talk when Jared doesn't step in, and he's in for it later, he's guessing. There's a little group at one of the front tables who are all wearing the same purple shirt, and one of them is watching him closely, frowning a little. She leans over and whispers to her neighbor, who shoots him a concerned look and bites her lip. She answers the first girl and then stretches to the other side, apparently starting a game of telephone. By the time the MC thanks everyone for coming and they all stand up, the whole twelve-person table is looking at him like they're worried.
The breakfast was small enough (expensive enough, Jensen had remarked cynically) that guests of honor have agreed to shake hands with the fans on their way out. Jared smiles and says thank you and shakes on autopilot. When the first purple-shirt girl gets to him, she shakes his hand gently and speaks in a soft tone of voice, thanking him for the effort he goes to. The next ten are largely the same, treating him like he's made of glass, and the last one tells him to rest up and take care of himself.
"You'll look after him, won't you?" she asks Jensen directly, and Jensen's eyes widen.
"Sure," he says, startled. "I always do."
"Thanks," she says, shaking Jensen's hand briskly, a satisfied look on her face. "We appreciate it."
Working their way through the last of the line, Jensen keeps sneaking him looks like he isn't sure whether to worry or laugh.
*~*~*
He should be able to let this go, Jared thinks.
He types the lyrics he can remember into his Google box and hits search.
The first site to turn up is called "J-Squared Square", and it has the lyrics on its homepage. There's a little asterisk at the bottom that thanks the writer for her permission, and suggests that visitors visit her LJ to download an MP3, and a lightbulb goes off in Jared's head. Elljay. He clicks the link, and finds himself at seedyapartment.livejournal.com. One of the links to the side is for her "profile," and one of the names listed as a "friend of" is bitchfacetm. Jackpot.
Bitchfacetm's profile says "Jared/Jensen is, of course, the ultimate of my OTPs; if you'd like to know what I love to read, you can go to my del.icio.us account."
She hasn't provided a link, so he goes into her actual journal, with a "My Delicio" link in the sidebar and an entry titled "Con Report" heading the page.
Con Report:
In a nutshell? We wished you could come; Kripke rocks; J/J, as usual, are more adorable than kittens. Very slashy kittens. (They are also slashier than very slashy kittens. More on this later.)
I caught my flight with minutes to spare but was spotted by babyimpalababyimpala on my way off the plane, solely based on the enormous Metallicar tote bag I was sporting. We met, we squeed, we collected our luggage and threw it into our hotel rooms. We met back up at the bar, where we found several other of my flisty sweeties and my roommate, thosedimplesthosedimples, who is btw a DOLL, thanks so much to those of you who hooked us up!
I'll report on the panels, etc., later, when I've put my notes into something coherent, but I want to say -that everyone I met was AWESOME, even awesomer in person. We even arranged something not on the official agenda, and got people together to sing our anthem. j2_4evaj2_4eva played guitar-and did a fabulous job, of course. It was SO MUCH FUN to reminisce and bounce story ideas off each other. (If anyone out there wants to adopt the astronaut bunny, PLEASE link me when you're done.)
My weekend was full of fun and booze and friends. But the BEST PART...oh, the very best part...is what happened at the breakfast. I wasn't there, of course-curse the cost of college textbooks-but thosedimplesthosedimples was, with the rest of the DemonKing Devotees, and she asked me to post about it because she won't be back online for a week.
So. I quote from the e-mail she sent me:
"At the breakfast, Jared was obviously tired, he barely spoke, and Jensen kept shooting him looks. Tired puppy! He was still adorable, of course, but he looked stressed to death. I felt a little ridiculous, but I couldn't help telling him to rest up. I asked Jensen if he would look after Jay, and he said (are you sitting down?), "Of course. I always do."
OH. MY. GOD. You could tell he kinda wanted to laugh, because here was this strange woman telling him to look after his boyfriend, but he meant what he said. He just looked so sincere and...god. Tell EVERYONE. This is even better than the adopted dogs interview! I demand h/c be written by the time I get back!"
And I, of course, agree with her, my darlings. GO FORTH! WRITE FIC!
Myself I have to go sleep for about a million years.
Jared grins and shakes his head. Boyfriend. Adopt the astronaut bunny. God, he loves 'em, but they're all nutty as fruitcakes. Nothing like a little perspective. He closes the window, still smiling.
But in the back of his mind lingers sincere. Because-Jensen was.
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Author: elucreh
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Summary: Jared, your fangirls. Fangirls, I believe you already know Jared. Better than he knows himself.
Notes: Obviously, they belong to each other. Extended notes following epilogue.
:: 1-The Con-going Fangirl :: 2-Filk :: 3-Fanreports :: 4-The Everyday Fangirl :: 5-Fic :: 6-The Fangirl Online :: 7-Rose-Colored Interviews :: 8-The Fangirl On-Set :: Epilogue: The Kripked Fangirl::
CHAPTER THREE: Fanreports
Jared doesn't sleep much.
It's not like Chad and Mike haven't taken immeasurable delight in sending him links to badly written porn with him and Jensen as the stars. Sure, he usually just rolls his eyes as soon as he's read a paragraph, and fires back a link to information on flesh-eating worms, but he knows what's out there. He knows some people like to think of them...like that, and hell, he doesn't blame the fans. Both of them are hot and it isn't like he doesn't often help his right hand out with technicolor fantasies of Sandy making out with Jensen's pretty ex Danneel, slipping a hand beneath her skirt.
But this is different, somehow...in love, says the song, and epic romance. That's...that's more than just thinking the two of them would look good naked and sweaty together. That's saying they belong, that feelings and futures are involved. That's...that's personal, that's...
He doesn't know how to put it, exactly, but whatever it is, it's that. In spades.
When he's walking to the closing breakfast the next morning, he passes Laptop Girl (Laura? BitchfaceTM?), and she smiles and waves, just one of the many fangirls showing support over the shoulders of his bodyguards. Jared smiles weakly back and is utterly unable to stop the flush creeping up the back of his neck.
He's uncharacteristically quiet at the exclusive breakfast thing, and he catches Jensen looking at him in annoyance-Jensen has to talk when Jared doesn't step in, and he's in for it later, he's guessing. There's a little group at one of the front tables who are all wearing the same purple shirt, and one of them is watching him closely, frowning a little. She leans over and whispers to her neighbor, who shoots him a concerned look and bites her lip. She answers the first girl and then stretches to the other side, apparently starting a game of telephone. By the time the MC thanks everyone for coming and they all stand up, the whole twelve-person table is looking at him like they're worried.
The breakfast was small enough (expensive enough, Jensen had remarked cynically) that guests of honor have agreed to shake hands with the fans on their way out. Jared smiles and says thank you and shakes on autopilot. When the first purple-shirt girl gets to him, she shakes his hand gently and speaks in a soft tone of voice, thanking him for the effort he goes to. The next ten are largely the same, treating him like he's made of glass, and the last one tells him to rest up and take care of himself.
"You'll look after him, won't you?" she asks Jensen directly, and Jensen's eyes widen.
"Sure," he says, startled. "I always do."
"Thanks," she says, shaking Jensen's hand briskly, a satisfied look on her face. "We appreciate it."
Working their way through the last of the line, Jensen keeps sneaking him looks like he isn't sure whether to worry or laugh.
*~*~*
He should be able to let this go, Jared thinks.
He types the lyrics he can remember into his Google box and hits search.
The first site to turn up is called "J-Squared Square", and it has the lyrics on its homepage. There's a little asterisk at the bottom that thanks the writer for her permission, and suggests that visitors visit her LJ to download an MP3, and a lightbulb goes off in Jared's head. Elljay. He clicks the link, and finds himself at seedyapartment.livejournal.com. One of the links to the side is for her "profile," and one of the names listed as a "friend of" is bitchfacetm. Jackpot.
Bitchfacetm's profile says "Jared/Jensen is, of course, the ultimate of my OTPs; if you'd like to know what I love to read, you can go to my del.icio.us account."
She hasn't provided a link, so he goes into her actual journal, with a "My Delicio" link in the sidebar and an entry titled "Con Report" heading the page.
Con Report:
In a nutshell? We wished you could come; Kripke rocks; J/J, as usual, are more adorable than kittens. Very slashy kittens. (They are also slashier than very slashy kittens. More on this later.)
I caught my flight with minutes to spare but was spotted by babyimpalababyimpala on my way off the plane, solely based on the enormous Metallicar tote bag I was sporting. We met, we squeed, we collected our luggage and threw it into our hotel rooms. We met back up at the bar, where we found several other of my flisty sweeties and my roommate, thosedimplesthosedimples, who is btw a DOLL, thanks so much to those of you who hooked us up!
I'll report on the panels, etc., later, when I've put my notes into something coherent, but I want to say -that everyone I met was AWESOME, even awesomer in person. We even arranged something not on the official agenda, and got people together to sing our anthem. j2_4evaj2_4eva played guitar-and did a fabulous job, of course. It was SO MUCH FUN to reminisce and bounce story ideas off each other. (If anyone out there wants to adopt the astronaut bunny, PLEASE link me when you're done.)
My weekend was full of fun and booze and friends. But the BEST PART...oh, the very best part...is what happened at the breakfast. I wasn't there, of course-curse the cost of college textbooks-but thosedimplesthosedimples was, with the rest of the DemonKing Devotees, and she asked me to post about it because she won't be back online for a week.
So. I quote from the e-mail she sent me:
"At the breakfast, Jared was obviously tired, he barely spoke, and Jensen kept shooting him looks. Tired puppy! He was still adorable, of course, but he looked stressed to death. I felt a little ridiculous, but I couldn't help telling him to rest up. I asked Jensen if he would look after Jay, and he said (are you sitting down?), "Of course. I always do."
OH. MY. GOD. You could tell he kinda wanted to laugh, because here was this strange woman telling him to look after his boyfriend, but he meant what he said. He just looked so sincere and...god. Tell EVERYONE. This is even better than the adopted dogs interview! I demand h/c be written by the time I get back!"
And I, of course, agree with her, my darlings. GO FORTH! WRITE FIC!
Myself I have to go sleep for about a million years.
Jared grins and shakes his head. Boyfriend. Adopt the astronaut bunny. God, he loves 'em, but they're all nutty as fruitcakes. Nothing like a little perspective. He closes the window, still smiling.
But in the back of his mind lingers sincere. Because-Jensen was.
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