Muffins 'Verse | Drabbles and Ficlets
So I found an old folder with a few stories I'd started or ideas I'd played with in this 'verse. None of them are long enough or have much plot to make it into full stories. However, I thought I'd post them here for your viewing pleasure anyway. Feel free to fill in your own blanks as to where these may fit in the timeline and how they may have ended, or write your own follow up in the comments if you feel inspired. Enjoy!
Title: Bad Day
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Jared/Jensen.
Warnings: Sad Jared?
Summary: Jared just can't face the world today.
Jared hadn’t looked at his phone all day. He hadn’t eaten, hadn’t spoken to anyone and just generally refused to move from his slumped position on the couch where he nursed his second can of warm beer. He hadn’t drunk alcohol since he found out the smell of it made Jensen throw up. But knowing he wouldn’t be spending the day with his cancer riddled boyfriend, Jared was taking full advantage.
It wasn’t that Jensen was busy today or that they’d agreed not to see each other, Jared just knew he couldn’t see Jensen today, not today. One look into Jensen's eyes, those perfect, understand, strong eyes and Jared would break. He didn’t want to break, not in front of a man who was fighting for his life every moment of every day.
He ignored Jensen's calls and didn’t bother reading his messages. He told himself Jensen would call his landline if he was desperate and needed urgent help.
No calls came besides through his cell so he went to bed that night, drunk and only margining guilty.
Title: Anytime
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Jared/Jensen.
Warnings: None?
Summary: Jensen needs a bit of assistance.
“Hey, Jared, it’s me.”
“Jensen, hi, hey, I wasn’t expecting you to call, not that I thought you wouldn’t, I just-” Jared forcibly stopped his half hour ramble he knew was about to happen. “How are you?”
“Yeah, uh, good?”
Jared frowned, suspecting Jensen’s answer wasn’t all too truthful.
“Are you doing anything right now?”
Jared scrubbed the towel over his dripping hair. “Just got out of the shower after work, why?”
There was a long pause and heavy breaths. “Do you think you could come over?”
“Right now?” Jared asked, though he’d already abandoned his towel.
“Yeah, if you wouldn’t mind,” there was a groan that Jared felt a little embarrassed having heard, until he realised it was pain in Jensen’s voice, not pleasure.
“If you buzz Mrs. Jefferson at number seven, she’ll let you in the building. And I have a key under my mat, number six.”
Jared started to panic. “Jensen-”
Jensen grunted. “I know, it’s not exactly the most responsible or practical thing to leave a spare key under a mat. But it’s for my brother in case there’s an emergency. He sucks at remembering his keys.”
“That’s not what I was gonna say,” Jared told him. “I just need you to tell me you’re okay before I go breaking every speed limit from here to your apartment. Jensen, tell me you’re okay.”
“Oh, Jared, dude,” Jensen spoke carefully. “I’m fine. Well, not great but…I just can’t get to the door right now. No speeding tickets or arrests needed, okay? I just need a little help.”
“Okay, I’ll see you in fifteen,” Jared told him, surprised at the calmness in his own tone.
He pulled on a clean pair of boxers over his still damp ass and made do with the nearest clothes on the floor to him before he grabbed his keys and ran out of the door.
-
“Jensen? Jensen?” Jared called into the apartment after he unlocked the door. He didn’t bother to put the spare key back under the mat. The next emergency would be Jensen calling because he’d been robbed.
Jensen's apartment was big, but not big enough to explain the stone cold silence. It made Jared’s skin crawl. He dropped his keys and Jensen's spare on the kitchen table and went searching through the rooms, calling Jensen's name once again.
A distant scrape and groan drew him towards Jensen's bedroom. He pushed open the door and froze. “Shit! Jensen, what happened?”
“Back. Fucking kills.” Jensen bit out the words through a locked jaw. He was curled on his left side on the floor down the side of the bed. The covers were tangled around his legs, suggesting he’d fallen off the mattress and hadn’t moved since. Jensen had one hand fisted in the covers, his knuckles white, and in his other hand he held his mobile so tight Jared could hear the plastic and metal moan under the pressure.
Pain rattled through his whole body, it was clear to see.
Jared rushed to him and knelt close. “What do you need?” he asked, being careful not to touch Jensen.
“Heat. Pack. Bathroom cabinet.” Each word was an extortionate effort, filled with pain and misery.
Jared ran to the bathroom, easily remembering where it was having spent most of his time in there with Jensen after their last ‘date’ almost a week ago before Jensen concluded he had finished puking at three in the morning. Jared all but picked him up Lois Lane style and put him to bed.
Several days without a word, Jared had started to worry he’d made the wrong call, gave Jensen some sort of wrong impression, or maybe Jensen just wasn’t that into him after all. Selfishly he was glad of Jensen's call this morning, despite the reason for it.
Jared cleared his head and ran back to Jensen when he’d found the heat pads, he ripped off the back and knelt back down over Jensen's shaking form. “Where?”
“Back…bottom of my spine.” With white knuckles cracking, possibly even bleeding, Jensen turned himself as much as he could so Jared could lean over him and stick the pad on his back.
Jared lifted his bed shirt and carefully placed the heat where it was needed. He rubbed his hand over it to trigger the chemicals into working faster, he felt Jensen's muscles pulse under his palm and heard the man gasp.
“You weren’t this bad on the phone where you?” Jared asked.
“No…wasn’t so bad. Made the mistake of moving, trying to make myself look presentable before you came,” Jensen laughed bitterly.
Jared followed Jensen's gaze upwards and saw the black beanie hung on the headboard. Jensen was trying to cover up his bald head.
“That was stupid,” Jared simply said, curled up with Jensen on the floor, his hand on Jensen's back and his other gently squeezing Jensen's crackled knuckles. “Because you look sexy with a baldhead.”
Jensen paused for a moment before he laughed, lighter this time. “You’re an idiot.”
“If Vin Diesel can pull it off, why can’t you?”
“Whatever.”
“Do you need anything else?” Jared could feel Jensen's back unknotting slowly, but he was still in a considerable amount of pain that was for sure.
“Vidocin, it was on my side table,” Jensen looked to his bedside table, a thin layer of sweat making his bald skin glisten sickly as the sun shone through the curtains. “Must have knocked it off.”
Jared searched around and untangled Jensen from the bed covers as he did so. He found the orange bottle of pills caught in the fabric and went to fetch Jensen a glass of water to wash them down with.
“Are they helping?” he asked after a few minutes when Jensen’s breathing started to return to normal.
“Yeah, yeah. Thanks for coming.”
“Anytime. Seriously Jen. You call me anytime.”
Title: In Sickness and In Health
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Jared/Jensen.
Warnings: None?
Summary: The tables have turned and its Jared who is in need of a little TLC. Not that he's willing to accept it.
Jared had never particularly thought about it before, but having a cancer survivor as a boyfriend sucked in the oddest ways sometimes.
“Hey, how you doing?” Jensen poked his head around the door.
Jared made a face and flushed the toilet. “Next year, beat me with a stick until I get that flu shot.” His nose and throat were so bunged up he was starting to sound like Daffy Duck. “I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he added, his voice hardly above a whisper.
Jensen chuckled sadly. “I’m sorry too.” He walked over to the sink and ran a cloth under the cold water before ringing it out and handing it to Jared. “Here, wipe your face then brush your teeth.”
Jared pulled a face, feeling too exhausted to even reach for the cloth let alone use it. “I shouldn’t be here,” he pouted. “Your doctor said your immune system is low, and I’m infectious.”
“Are we really going to start that argument again?” He walked over to Jared’s feeble form.
“We argued about you trying to lift all six foot four of me from the couch to help me to the bathroom. And you know you shouldn’t be lifting heavy things.” He was trying to sound like the voice of reason, but his phlegmy nasal passage coupled with the exhaustion in his words made him sound like a sulking nine year old. “This is a different argument,” he added, to really finish it off.
“Okay, I overestimated my lifting capabilities,” Jensen admitted. “But let’s get one thing straight, I’m not helpless. I can look after my knuckle headed boyfriend when he needs me.”
Jared kept his eyes trained on the tile grooves on the floor, suddenly feeling like a complete jackass.
“Besides, if I’m going to catch whatever this is, I’ve probably already overextended my contamination period,” Jensen countered, kneeling down to wipe Jared’s clammy face, his touches so gentle compared to his harsh tone. “Now shut up and brush your teeth, trust me.”
For the moment, Jared let Jensen rest the cool cloth on the back of his neck and leaned forward so his forehead was touching Jensen’s shoulder, his way of apologizing. Jensen was probably right too; they’d spent the last two nights in the same bed with mere inches between them while the bug had been cooking in Jared’s system. He just didn’t want to be a burden on his boyfriend while he was trying to recover. Jensen needed to focus on himself and his stubbornness could have caused him an injury earlier. He guessed they were two pees in a pod.
“Stop thinking, Jay. We’re gonna be fine.” He kissed Jared on his sweaty temple. “I’m not doing this because I owe you, I’m looking after you because I love you.”
They stayed like that until Jensen announced his back was becoming stiff. Jared brushed his teeth once he was sure he didn’t need to throw up again. Then Jensen wrapped his arms around him and led him back to bed.
“Sleep, you’ll feel better when you wake up,” Jensen said, tucking the sheets up under his chin.
Title: Bad Day
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Jared/Jensen.
Warnings: Sad Jared?
Summary: Jared just can't face the world today.
Jared hadn’t looked at his phone all day. He hadn’t eaten, hadn’t spoken to anyone and just generally refused to move from his slumped position on the couch where he nursed his second can of warm beer. He hadn’t drunk alcohol since he found out the smell of it made Jensen throw up. But knowing he wouldn’t be spending the day with his cancer riddled boyfriend, Jared was taking full advantage.
It wasn’t that Jensen was busy today or that they’d agreed not to see each other, Jared just knew he couldn’t see Jensen today, not today. One look into Jensen's eyes, those perfect, understand, strong eyes and Jared would break. He didn’t want to break, not in front of a man who was fighting for his life every moment of every day.
He ignored Jensen's calls and didn’t bother reading his messages. He told himself Jensen would call his landline if he was desperate and needed urgent help.
No calls came besides through his cell so he went to bed that night, drunk and only margining guilty.
Title: Anytime
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Jared/Jensen.
Warnings: None?
Summary: Jensen needs a bit of assistance.
“Hey, Jared, it’s me.”
“Jensen, hi, hey, I wasn’t expecting you to call, not that I thought you wouldn’t, I just-” Jared forcibly stopped his half hour ramble he knew was about to happen. “How are you?”
“Yeah, uh, good?”
Jared frowned, suspecting Jensen’s answer wasn’t all too truthful.
“Are you doing anything right now?”
Jared scrubbed the towel over his dripping hair. “Just got out of the shower after work, why?”
There was a long pause and heavy breaths. “Do you think you could come over?”
“Right now?” Jared asked, though he’d already abandoned his towel.
“Yeah, if you wouldn’t mind,” there was a groan that Jared felt a little embarrassed having heard, until he realised it was pain in Jensen’s voice, not pleasure.
“If you buzz Mrs. Jefferson at number seven, she’ll let you in the building. And I have a key under my mat, number six.”
Jared started to panic. “Jensen-”
Jensen grunted. “I know, it’s not exactly the most responsible or practical thing to leave a spare key under a mat. But it’s for my brother in case there’s an emergency. He sucks at remembering his keys.”
“That’s not what I was gonna say,” Jared told him. “I just need you to tell me you’re okay before I go breaking every speed limit from here to your apartment. Jensen, tell me you’re okay.”
“Oh, Jared, dude,” Jensen spoke carefully. “I’m fine. Well, not great but…I just can’t get to the door right now. No speeding tickets or arrests needed, okay? I just need a little help.”
“Okay, I’ll see you in fifteen,” Jared told him, surprised at the calmness in his own tone.
He pulled on a clean pair of boxers over his still damp ass and made do with the nearest clothes on the floor to him before he grabbed his keys and ran out of the door.
-
“Jensen? Jensen?” Jared called into the apartment after he unlocked the door. He didn’t bother to put the spare key back under the mat. The next emergency would be Jensen calling because he’d been robbed.
Jensen's apartment was big, but not big enough to explain the stone cold silence. It made Jared’s skin crawl. He dropped his keys and Jensen's spare on the kitchen table and went searching through the rooms, calling Jensen's name once again.
A distant scrape and groan drew him towards Jensen's bedroom. He pushed open the door and froze. “Shit! Jensen, what happened?”
“Back. Fucking kills.” Jensen bit out the words through a locked jaw. He was curled on his left side on the floor down the side of the bed. The covers were tangled around his legs, suggesting he’d fallen off the mattress and hadn’t moved since. Jensen had one hand fisted in the covers, his knuckles white, and in his other hand he held his mobile so tight Jared could hear the plastic and metal moan under the pressure.
Pain rattled through his whole body, it was clear to see.
Jared rushed to him and knelt close. “What do you need?” he asked, being careful not to touch Jensen.
“Heat. Pack. Bathroom cabinet.” Each word was an extortionate effort, filled with pain and misery.
Jared ran to the bathroom, easily remembering where it was having spent most of his time in there with Jensen after their last ‘date’ almost a week ago before Jensen concluded he had finished puking at three in the morning. Jared all but picked him up Lois Lane style and put him to bed.
Several days without a word, Jared had started to worry he’d made the wrong call, gave Jensen some sort of wrong impression, or maybe Jensen just wasn’t that into him after all. Selfishly he was glad of Jensen's call this morning, despite the reason for it.
Jared cleared his head and ran back to Jensen when he’d found the heat pads, he ripped off the back and knelt back down over Jensen's shaking form. “Where?”
“Back…bottom of my spine.” With white knuckles cracking, possibly even bleeding, Jensen turned himself as much as he could so Jared could lean over him and stick the pad on his back.
Jared lifted his bed shirt and carefully placed the heat where it was needed. He rubbed his hand over it to trigger the chemicals into working faster, he felt Jensen's muscles pulse under his palm and heard the man gasp.
“You weren’t this bad on the phone where you?” Jared asked.
“No…wasn’t so bad. Made the mistake of moving, trying to make myself look presentable before you came,” Jensen laughed bitterly.
Jared followed Jensen's gaze upwards and saw the black beanie hung on the headboard. Jensen was trying to cover up his bald head.
“That was stupid,” Jared simply said, curled up with Jensen on the floor, his hand on Jensen's back and his other gently squeezing Jensen's crackled knuckles. “Because you look sexy with a baldhead.”
Jensen paused for a moment before he laughed, lighter this time. “You’re an idiot.”
“If Vin Diesel can pull it off, why can’t you?”
“Whatever.”
“Do you need anything else?” Jared could feel Jensen's back unknotting slowly, but he was still in a considerable amount of pain that was for sure.
“Vidocin, it was on my side table,” Jensen looked to his bedside table, a thin layer of sweat making his bald skin glisten sickly as the sun shone through the curtains. “Must have knocked it off.”
Jared searched around and untangled Jensen from the bed covers as he did so. He found the orange bottle of pills caught in the fabric and went to fetch Jensen a glass of water to wash them down with.
“Are they helping?” he asked after a few minutes when Jensen’s breathing started to return to normal.
“Yeah, yeah. Thanks for coming.”
“Anytime. Seriously Jen. You call me anytime.”
Title: In Sickness and In Health
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Jared/Jensen.
Warnings: None?
Summary: The tables have turned and its Jared who is in need of a little TLC. Not that he's willing to accept it.
Jared had never particularly thought about it before, but having a cancer survivor as a boyfriend sucked in the oddest ways sometimes.
“Hey, how you doing?” Jensen poked his head around the door.
Jared made a face and flushed the toilet. “Next year, beat me with a stick until I get that flu shot.” His nose and throat were so bunged up he was starting to sound like Daffy Duck. “I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he added, his voice hardly above a whisper.
Jensen chuckled sadly. “I’m sorry too.” He walked over to the sink and ran a cloth under the cold water before ringing it out and handing it to Jared. “Here, wipe your face then brush your teeth.”
Jared pulled a face, feeling too exhausted to even reach for the cloth let alone use it. “I shouldn’t be here,” he pouted. “Your doctor said your immune system is low, and I’m infectious.”
“Are we really going to start that argument again?” He walked over to Jared’s feeble form.
“We argued about you trying to lift all six foot four of me from the couch to help me to the bathroom. And you know you shouldn’t be lifting heavy things.” He was trying to sound like the voice of reason, but his phlegmy nasal passage coupled with the exhaustion in his words made him sound like a sulking nine year old. “This is a different argument,” he added, to really finish it off.
“Okay, I overestimated my lifting capabilities,” Jensen admitted. “But let’s get one thing straight, I’m not helpless. I can look after my knuckle headed boyfriend when he needs me.”
Jared kept his eyes trained on the tile grooves on the floor, suddenly feeling like a complete jackass.
“Besides, if I’m going to catch whatever this is, I’ve probably already overextended my contamination period,” Jensen countered, kneeling down to wipe Jared’s clammy face, his touches so gentle compared to his harsh tone. “Now shut up and brush your teeth, trust me.”
For the moment, Jared let Jensen rest the cool cloth on the back of his neck and leaned forward so his forehead was touching Jensen’s shoulder, his way of apologizing. Jensen was probably right too; they’d spent the last two nights in the same bed with mere inches between them while the bug had been cooking in Jared’s system. He just didn’t want to be a burden on his boyfriend while he was trying to recover. Jensen needed to focus on himself and his stubbornness could have caused him an injury earlier. He guessed they were two pees in a pod.
“Stop thinking, Jay. We’re gonna be fine.” He kissed Jared on his sweaty temple. “I’m not doing this because I owe you, I’m looking after you because I love you.”
They stayed like that until Jensen announced his back was becoming stiff. Jared brushed his teeth once he was sure he didn’t need to throw up again. Then Jensen wrapped his arms around him and led him back to bed.
“Sleep, you’ll feel better when you wake up,” Jensen said, tucking the sheets up under his chin.