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14 August 2008 @ 10:28 am
Fic: Mother Knows Best (J2, R)  

Title:  Mother Knows Best
  R for language
Word Count:
  Nobody knows a boy like his mother.  And Chad.
  Total fiction.  And only my second ever J2 fic.


Mother Knows Best


“Yeah ma, I’m pretty sure,” Jensen chuckles into the phone cradled between his shoulder and his ear as he waves Jared in the front door to his apartment.  He points to the phone and then makes a little gesture, swirling his index finger in small circles at his temple and rolling his eyes.  The international symbol for my mom’s batshit, dude, you know how it goes.


Jared grins and follows Jensen into the apartment, kicking off his shoes at the door. 


“No ma, there’s nothing wrong with her.  And there’s nothing wrong with me either.  It just didn’t work out.” 


Jared laughs quietly and tips his thumb up to his mouth and then points at Jensen, eyebrows raised.  The international symbol for I’mma grab a beer, want one?  Jensen nods and claps his hand on Jared’s shoulder, then gestures to the sliding doors leading out to the terrace. 


Jared disappears into the kitchen as Jensen settles back onto the couch on his terrace to listen to his mother nag him about settling down.  He sighs and kicks his feet up on the wicker ottoman.  At the time, he’d thought it was crazy to buy patio furniture for a rental apartment in fucking Canada, but Jared had whined and negotiated and ultimately convinced him, and he’d been right.  They’d started up filming again in July, and they’d spent at least a dozen muggy afternoons and lazy humid evenings kicked back on Jensen’s terrace enjoying the view. 


And although there’s about a million things he’d rather be doing instead of listening to his mom grill him about his last girlfriend, he’s still got a smile on his face as he wiggles his bare toes in the early evening breeze.  Patio furniture is great.


“Now Jensen, I just think it’s worth exploring why none of these girls ever seem to be good enough to keep your attention.”


Jensen covers his face with one hand and shakes his head.  “You know, I barely ever get to talk to you, ma.  Do we really have to spend this time psychoanalyzing my love life?”


Now it’s her turn to sigh into the phone.  “Baby, I don’t mean to upset you, but it hurts my heart, Jensen, to know that you’re alone.”


Jensen drops his head back right as Jared steps out onto the terrace and hands him a cold beer.  He smiles, mouths his thanks at Jared and is almost tempted to tell his mom that he’s not alone.  Just because he happens to be lacking a girlfriend at the moment doesn’t mean he’s alone.


“I’m not-” he starts, but she cuts him off.


“You are, baby.  And you’re just so special.  So sensitive, talented, intelligent-”


“Don’t forget ridiculously good-looking,” he teases.


“Oh hush.  Like I could ever forget how handsome you are.  You have so much to offer.  I want to see you find that person who’ll appreciate and love you like I do, and settle down already.”


“I know, ma.”  He looks over at Jared apologetically.  Jared smiles widely, unconcerned and ruffles Jensen’s closely cropped hair with a huge hand.  Jared understands.  He’s probably had these exact same conversations with his mother a million times before. 


“What about Jared?”  Jensen’s mom asks, in a seeming non-sequitur.  Not that weird, though, ‘cause Jared’s like family at this point. 


“Jared’s good,” Jensen starts, nudging Jared with his leg.  Jared smiles and takes a long pull from his beer.


“Well I’m glad to hear that baby, but that’s not what I meant.  Is Jared still single?”


Jensen bites his fist to stifle a giggle.  It’s not enough for his mom to meddle in his own love life – now she wants to get into Jared’s as well.  It was inevitable, really, when Jared had spilled his guts to Jensen’s folks after his break up with Sandy.  Just say hi to him, he’d told them, you’ll be in the airport at the same time and he’s having a bad week.  But of course Jared can’t just say hi.  He’s got to wear his heart on his sleeve and just overshare until Jensen’s mother nearly adopted him then and there.


“Yep, I, uh, think so,” Jensen says with a smile.  “Why, you got someone in mind for him?”


Jensen’s momma laughs into the phone.  “Hmm.  As a matter of fact, I think you’d be good for him.”


Of course Jensen would be drinking his beer when his mom says this, and so obviously it’s got to burn his sinuses as it trickles out his nostrils when he chokes and sputters.  Reflexively, Jared pats him on the back, and when Jensen stops coughing, the pats turn into soothing circles rubbed over his shoulders. 


“What did you say?”  Jensen asks, shocked.


“Oh come now, Jensen,” his mother admonishes.  “It’s not the craziest thought in the world, is it now?”


Jensen thinks it over for, oh, half a second, before answering soberly.  “Yes, yes it is, actually.”  He shrugs so that Jared’s hand drops from his shoulders, suddenly really needing some space.  Then he feels guilty, and aims a weak smile at Jared, but Jared’s not even paying attention.  He’s totally engrossed in the issue of Wine Spectator that Jensen had left on the terrace the night before.  He lowers his voice slightly, and asks, “why would you even-?”


“Why?  Well honey because I’ve seen the two of you together.  I know how much you care for him, and it’s clear that he loves you just as much.  You’re never happier, the both of you, than when you’re together.”


Well, sure.  But that doesn’t mean anything.  Right?  “Ma, you’re making a big leap there.  That’s like seeing me with wet hair and assuming I’ve been scuba diving in the Bahamas.”  He laughs uneasily, pleased with his analogy but uncomfortable with the whole conversation, suddenly.  He’d almost rather go back to talking about Danneel.


“Oh come now, Jensen.  Don’t forget that I’m the one that found you and Derek Steele all wrapped ‘round each other-”


“Mom!” Jensen hisses.  He looks shiftily at Jared, but Jared’s still tuned out.  “I was fifteen!”


Her voice takes on a knowing tone and Jensen doesn’t like it one bit.  “You going to tell me that was the last time you did that with a boy, Jensen?”


Jensen winces.  For fuck’s sake.  “Ma, you know I love you-”


“I just think you should think about it, honey.  You two are good together.  And I’m starting to feel real sorry for these poor girls you both keep wasting time with.  Like poor Sandy.  There’s just no way she was ever going to live up to-”


“Oh for the love of God, momma.  You know that has nothing to do with-” he lowers his voice, feeling the heat of Jared’s leg pressed against his in a comfortable sprawl.  “-with what happened.”


“Do you know what?  After we saw Jared in Dallas, your father turned to me and he said ‘That poor boy.  Jensen’s good and got him, hasn’t he?’  He was sad for you both because you kept getting your hopes up over girls who could never live up to what you really wanted.”


Jensen’s not drinking this time, but he chokes anyways.  “Dad?!?” he yells.  Jared looks up, tries to judge whether there’s actual cause for concern.  Jensen doesn’t meet his eyes, just groans into the phone.  “You’ve got to be shitting me!”


“I am not kidding you, Jensen, and you know I don’t like that kind of language.”


“Sorry,” Jensen grimaces. 


“Everything okay?” Jared asks.  “With your family?”


Jensen nods jerkily.  His mother perks up.  “Is that Jared there with you?”


Jensen exhales loudly and nods, then says, “Yeah momma. He’s here.”


“Hi Mama Ackles!” Jared shouts into the phone. 


Jensen can hear his mother smiling.  Or smirking.  “Well let me say hello to him,” she beams.


“Uh, no, actually, we uh.  We gotta run, momma.  We’ve gotta… eat.  Dinner.”


“Aw I would so love to say hello to him, sweetheart.  And it’s only five o’clock.  Isn’t it a bit early for dinner?  Surely you can wait a few minutes while I-”


“Actually no, can’t wait.  We’ve got reservations at… this really awesome restaurant.  Really hard to get reservations and it took almost a month but I got ‘em and now I really don’t want to be late.”


“Oh!  Sounds like you’ve got a special evening planned.”  She sounds pleased.  “Maybe you can think about what I sa-”


“What?  No!  I mean, yes, it’s special but we’re going with girls.  Women.  Really hot, special women.  We’re going out together.  Or.  Not together.  Like I mean, me and one woman and Jared and the other.  So not together then.  Separate.  Just, we’ll be at the same restaurant is all.”


Jensen knows he’s babbling but for some reason he can’t stop himself.  Jared is just staring at him in awe.


Jensen’s mother isn’t buying it, not for one second.  “Jensen,” she reprimands.  “All I’m saying is that you should try being a little more open-minded.”


“Yeah?  Well, all I’m saying is that you should try to be a little more closed-minded.  And dad too.”


“Oh don’t be silly.  Now you go enjoy your date with Jared.”


“My date with-” he trails off for a moment, but then picks back up where he left off.  “Ma, this woman, ma, I wish I had more time to tell you about her, because she is special.  Could even be the One.  We’ll have to talk about it next time.  Okay?  Love you.”


And then he clicks his phone shut, not even waiting to hear his mother say good bye.


 He leans forward and rests his face in his hands. 




Jensen takes a deep breath.  “Your momma ever drive you nuts, Jay?”


Jared leans back and laughs, loud and long.   “When does she not drive me nuts, is more the question.”


Jensen shakes his head, shakes it off and stands.  “You want another beer?”


Jared thinks it over and then surprises him when he says, “You got any decent wine chilled?”


Jared’s into wine these days.  He’s a collector – always has been, and now his focus has shifted to wine.  Jensen thinks it’s a great idea – nice late summer evening like this absolutely calls for a nice crisp white wine, and he mentally kicks himself for not starting out with one.


He comes back to the terrace sporting a chilled wine holder, a bottle of Mersault and two glasses.  “This work?”  He hands Jared a glass to taste.


“Mmm.  Perfect.”


They settle back onto the couch, Jensen’s feet back up on the ottoman, Jared with one leg thrown over the opposite side of the couch and one foot resting against Jensen’s.  He couldn’t possibly be taking up more space if he tried, and yet it’s comfortable.


They’re quiet for a while, until Jared’s low drawl breaks the silence.  “So, you gonna tell me about our special date at the fancy restaurant with the hot women, or was that supposed to be a surprise?”


Jensen laughs, and sips on his wine.  “Nah, I don’t know what.  I mean, she was just on my case about Danneel and dating and the whole thing.  I just had to make up something, just to calm her down, y’know?”


Jared smiles.  “Yeah.  You’re just really not so good with the whole making something up on the spot, though.”


“Um, if you mean lying, then yeah, I’m not good at it.  I’m not a good liar, dude.”


Jared snickers.  “That wasn’t just ‘not good’, Jense.  That was Gong Show.”


Jensen blushes and grins.  “Yeah, well.”


“I know, I know.”  Jared’s voice is empathetic.  “You shoulda heard my momma go on and on after Sandy and I split up.  You’da thought I’d just set her unborn grandbabies on fire and threw ‘em off a cliff.  I swear, I think she cried more than Sandy did.”


They’re quiet again, but it’s a comfortable silence.  The wine is cool and clear as it slides down Jensen’s throat.  Jared’s back to reading about Bordeaux futures and Jensen takes the time to let his mother’s words sink in a bit.  He’s still shocked that she brought up Derek.  He’d thought she’d forgotten, or repressed the memory, but no.  Apparently she’s all… open-minded and shit.


Although it’s been at least ten minutes since Jared spoke, Jensen snorts, shakes his head and replies, “At least your mom’s still planning on grandkids.  My mom’s actually pushing me to switch teams.”


Jared looks up.  “How’s that?” he says, voice easy and natural as the sun setting around them.


“She said,” Jensen laughs.  “She said I should date you.”  He doesn’t stop to think, doesn’t consider that, hey, maybe this is weird.  Because why would he ever not say what he’s thinking to Jared?


Jared grins into his wine glass, licking his lips after he takes a big sip.  “Well, you should, clearly.  Who’s better than me?”


“I know, right?”  Jensen’s fine with this.  It’s a joke.  It’s funny.  “She and my dad both think we’re like, in love or something.  And that the reason our relationships don’t last is because we keep wishing we were dating each other, instead of our girlfriends.”  He laughs, and the sound seems to echo through the quiet evening like a vibration.


It feels like a relief to be off the phone with his mother, away from the pressure, and Jensen lets himself really laugh.  Lets himself really appreciate how whacked his momma’s gotten in her old age.


“It’s like,” he wheezes.  “It’s like our big gay love has made a… a… force field that keeps nice, sweet girls out.”


Jensen is laughing kind of crazily now, and it feels good.   It feels good to laugh about this with Jared.


Only Jared’s not laughing. 


Jared’s just staring at him, eyes wide and lips parted.  He looks like a surprised cartoon version of himself.


Jensen stops laughing.  “Jay?”


Jared’s mouth snaps shut, and he seems to pull himself together.  He looks down at the wine glass in his hands.  He doesn’t say anything though, and that makes Jensen’s stomach drop.


“Um,” Jensen hedges, not knowing what to say, but completely unable to not say something.


Then Jared laughs, but it’s a quiet laugh.  The kind of laugh one makes when something is ironic-funny, not ha-ha-funny.  It’s a decidedly un-Jared-like sound.


“Think it’s true?” he asks softly, looking up at Jensen and then quickly back down at his wine glass.


“Um,” Jensen says again.  “What?”


Jared huffs out a laugh, then drains his wine glass and meets Jensen’s eyes.  “I dunno, man.  I mean, have you ever thought about it before?”


Jensen’s not even close to processing Jared’s question when Jared continues.  “Because, I mean, I have.  Not like, I just sit around thinking about it. About you.  About you and me. But, um.  Chad said something similar to me, so I dunno.  Maybe?”


Chad?”  Jensen can not believe how bizarre this evening is turning out to be.  How can it even be possible that his momma would have anything at all in common with Chad?   “What did he-?”


“It was a few months before I broke up with Sandy,” Jared starts, refilling both of their wine glasses.


And Jensen’s already stuck there.  Because a few months before Jared broke up with Sandy… he was proposing to Sandy.  None of this makes any sense.


“I was confused, y’know?  Having doubts, I guess.”


“You were?”  Jensen’s surprised, and maybe a little offended.  “You never told me that.”  He pauses, and when he speaks next his tone is accusing.  “You never told me that, but you told Chad.” 


“Yeah, well, Chad can be a moron, but he’s never been commitment-shy.  Whereas you…”  Jared smiles sheepishly and shrugs.


Jensen snorts.  “Got it,” he agrees.


“Anyway, Chad said something like, ‘she’s never gonna be Jensen,’ or something.”  Jared shrugs again and looks out over the balcony.  He laughs a little and says, “He’s such a dipshit.  He came over one night with all of this paperwork detailing the process for ex-pat same-sex couples who want to get married in Canada.  Oh, and about five different kinds of lube.”  Jared’s shaking his head and he’s smiling, but there are two spots of color high on his cheeks.  


“Well that’s just Chad being-” Jensen starts, but Jared interrupts him.


“He’s known me a long time, man.  And yeah, he’s an idiot most of the time, but he was being serious.  He basically told me he didn’t think I should commit to Sandy because of the way I… because of you.”


Jensen puts every ounce of effort into having no visible reaction.  Because what would be the right reaction here? 


Jared laughs.  “And then I told Chad to fuck off, and I asked Sandy to marry me.”  He’s quiet for a moment and then he smiles.  “Not sure if you’d heard, but that didn’t really work out too well.”


“Yeah, yeah,” Jensen murmurs.  “Think I read something on the internet about that.”


They’re quiet for a long moment.  Jensen feels something buzzing in his gut, and his palms are starting to tingle.  Something is… something is happening here. 


“But that’s not the reason…”  Jensen trails off, meaning it as a statement but saying it like a question.  That’s not why you broke up with her, is it? 


Jared raises his eyebrows, tilts his head to one side and shrugs.  “It’s not the reason,” he confirms, and Jensen is surprised to feel a tiny tendril of disappointment tighten around his chest. 


“It’s not the reason,” Jared clarifies.  “But it was… something I thought about.”


Jared leans back and slugs the last bit of wine from his glass.  “So,” he says, voice soft and maybe a little… vulnerable?  “Thought’s never crossed your mind?”  He’s not looking at Jensen.


Jensen is absolutely floored.  “Um,” he says, again.  “Not…”  Not on purpose.  Not sober.   But not never either.


He looks over at Jared.  Jared’s cheeks are pink.  His hair is tucked tenuously behind one ear, dark strands threatening to tumble over his eyes.  Jensen tries to respond but can’t get any words past the sudden lump in his throat.


Finally Jared says, “s’cool.”  His voice is kind of hoarse and he’s still not looking at Jensen.  When he reaches for the magazine again, Jensen grabs his wrist and tugs.


“Can we just-” Jensen fumbles for the words.  “I mean, let’s see if… I wanna try-”


Jared’s smiling, but not his normal wide, goofy smile.  It’s a private smile, just for Jensen.  “C’mere,” he says, and leans towards Jensen, and then-


And then they’re kissing.  They’re kissing. 


And that’s Jared’s mouth, pressing and sucking kisses into Jensen’s.  That’s Jared’s hand curled around the back of Jensen’s neck.  That’s Jared’s tongue sneaking tiny tastes of-


Jensen’s brain just shuts down.  He’s fucking making out with Jared and it is good.  Better than good.  It’s god damned epic.   It’s just kissing, soft, thorough kissing, but Jensen can feel arousal sizzling through him.  It’s intimate and tender but also really very hot, and Jensen has to force himself not to climb right into Jared’s lap.  This is too new, too delicate for that.


They kiss and nip at each other’s mouths for several minutes, and when Jared finally pulls away, Jensen leans towards him, blindly following his mouth.  When he comes up empty, Jensen opens his eyes.


Jared’s sitting back, biting his lower lip and peering at Jensen from beneath his rogue bangs.  He looks hopeful, but he’s giving Jensen some space.


“Huh,” Jensen makes a low, surprised noise.  “My folks… and Chad…”


“Yeah,” Jared breathes.


Jensen looks out over the terrace for a moment before turning towards Jared.  “Can we, uh, do that some more?”


“Much as you want, man.”  And there’s the big, wide, goofy Jared-grin. 


Jensen thinks about his parents, about Chad, about all those people who’re gonna say we-told-you-so.  Then he looks at Jared, eyes sparkling and lips pink and wet and he marvels at the fact that he doesn’t have to repress the urge to kiss him anymore.  He can just… do it. 


And so he does.



The End


A/N:  Yesterday, pocketfullof was feeling down and requested porn.  I tried thinking of porn, and somehow ended up with schmoop.  Wrote this in about an hour, with no beta, so apologies if there are errors. 

ETA:  There's now a sequel of sorts, here.


Current Location: NYC
Current Mood: energeticenergetic
the one with that girl i knewpocketfullof on August 14th, 2008 02:40 pm (UTC)
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I was going to comment about how this was seriously laugh-out-loud funny and totally, totally darling, and how I LOVE LOVE LOVE Jensen's mama (and the bit about his dad made me choke on my own laughter!) and CHAD in this, and then I see you wrote it for ME, which erased every thought from my head and made me all warm and fuzzy. *bounces around*

I adore it! *bounces s'more*
mediaville: bashful jaredmediaville on August 14th, 2008 02:43 pm (UTC)
YAY! So glad you liked it! I'm still basically a RPS virgin (never written any buttsex, but am working up to it), so I never know if it's going to be cute or just cheesy or what. But either way - I wrote it to make you smile and I'm glad it did!

Al: jared and or jensenprimreceded on August 14th, 2008 03:17 pm (UTC)
This is love. Such a sweet first time between the boys. Thank you for sharing!
mediaville: birds & beesmediaville on August 14th, 2008 04:42 pm (UTC)
Glad you liked it! I'm a sucker for first-times.
Sian: SPNbellasianna on August 14th, 2008 03:22 pm (UTC)
Ah you linked it back... I just read and left a comment on Padackles.

Yay for fic! :)
mediaville: oopsiemediaville on August 14th, 2008 04:42 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I'm a bit of a moron when it comes to posting on LJ. I haven't written fic in a very long time, so I think I forgot how to do it properly.

But thanks for commenting!
Ovaltine Jenkinsvioletlemon47 on August 14th, 2008 03:35 pm (UTC)
That was the funniest and sweetest thing I've read in a while. :)
mediaville: smiley jensenmediaville on August 14th, 2008 04:43 pm (UTC)
Yay! I'm glad!
Vicki: jensen handeilan on August 14th, 2008 03:53 pm (UTC)
I adore the schmoop!!
mediaville: jensen laughingmediaville on August 14th, 2008 04:44 pm (UTC)
Hee. :-) I'm glad. I don't think I've ever written schmoop before.
(no subject) - eilan on August 14th, 2008 04:46 pm (UTC) (Expand)
billysgirl5: Workingbillysgirl5 on August 14th, 2008 04:16 pm (UTC)
That was great! And just too cute! Great job!
mediaville: green eggs and sammediaville on August 14th, 2008 04:44 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Glad you liked it!
not a morning person...tattoo_kink on August 14th, 2008 04:34 pm (UTC)

*happily sigh*

So cute! You did an awesome job! ♥
mediaville: adorable sammediaville on August 14th, 2008 04:45 pm (UTC)
Aw, thanks!
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mediaville: talk dirty to me sammediaville on August 14th, 2008 04:46 pm (UTC)
I've definitely witnessed those kinds of mother-son conversations before. And yeah, although this is just a silly little fic, I don't think it's entirely unrealistic that maybe, just maybe these guys mother's wonder sometimes...
Wenchie: Dean MINE!bandwench on August 14th, 2008 04:35 pm (UTC)
I like to think I have a fairly good grip on reality most times. *ahem* That to truly enjoy the J2, I have to suspend my disbelief, but--damnnnnn--you went and sucked me in and made this totally reasonable and believable and now I am all wistful that the reality of Jensen and Jared's relationship with each other could actually be something more than friends. *shakes fist weakly at you* This can't be entirely good. *starts folding complicated tin hat just in case such a wardrobe accessory becomes necessary in the near future*

It may have been penned in a hurry, but it reads like you were a little fly on the patio furniture transcribing their dialog for all our enjoyment. I especially enjoyed Jensen's mother who has it all figured out if Jensen would just LISTEN to her, and his discomfort that others can so plainly see the elephant in the room that he is tripping over every day, but still pretending does not exist! Such a silly boy. I am just sure Jared will make him see reason in Part 2 of this. (What do you mean there is no Part 2? Ü)

Thanks so much for sharing. It was a delight from first word to last.
mediaville: fruitymediaville on August 14th, 2008 04:48 pm (UTC)
It's feasible, right?


Glad you liked it.
(no subject) - bandwench on August 14th, 2008 04:51 pm (UTC) (Expand)
kiraynnkiraynn on August 14th, 2008 04:36 pm (UTC)
I loved it! and I can also totally see this as being true. Jared and Jensen would totally need outside sources telling them to get it on already xD brilliant fic! ;)
mediaville: jared dreams of jensenmediaville on August 14th, 2008 04:49 pm (UTC)
Yay! I'm so glad you liked it!
Mondaynouveau_monday on August 14th, 2008 04:41 pm (UTC)
I want to have this fics babies. I want you to have this fics babies. I want the babies of this fic to have more babies.

I love jensen's mom and chad. and kissing. and schmoop.

and even more schmoopy kissing.

and chad.
mediaville: jared n' chadmediaville on August 14th, 2008 04:51 pm (UTC)
Um. I'm on the pill. And it was really weird writing Jensen's mom, because, you know, you see the boys in interviews and stuff and you can kind of imagine how they'd talk to each other, but moms? That's a new level of creepy for me. But yes! CHAD! He is the ultimate plot device!

Glad you liked it! And feel free to spawn little fic babies of your own!
(no subject) - nouveau_monday on August 14th, 2008 04:56 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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mediaville: god is gaymediaville on August 14th, 2008 06:18 pm (UTC)
Glad you liked it!
LMNO: fangirls! hide! by inmypantsella_menno on August 14th, 2008 05:38 pm (UTC)
There are not words enough to express how much I want this to be TRUFAX.

Excellent story!
mediaville: J2mediaville on August 14th, 2008 06:19 pm (UTC)
You and me both! Glad you liked it!
Sue: Both Forbidden Lovecandygramme on August 14th, 2008 06:46 pm (UTC)
Awww, that was fun and sweet and lovely to read. Thank you. I do love the idea of Jensen wiggling bare toes on his patio and Jared getting into wine and oversharing with Jensen's parents. Nice details there. And Chad is absolutely right. Sandy is not Jensen... not Jensen at all!
mediaville: jensenmediaville on August 14th, 2008 10:05 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it. It was tough b/c I was trying to keep the story pretty short and tight, but a few little descriptive details snuck in there. Thanks for commenting!
thenyxie: j2_kazam.gaythenyxie on August 14th, 2008 07:11 pm (UTC)
This was wonderfully awkward and sweet and wonderful! \o/ I love Jensen's mom trying to play matchmaker, and Jensen's DAD even knowing the two of them are in love. And CHAD! *snerk* You know how I feel about Chad from my story, and your Chad and my Chad would get along great! I love him in this! :)

This was a great read. I love me some J2 schmoop. Thanks for sharing! :)
mediaville: ILUmediaville on August 14th, 2008 10:07 pm (UTC)
OMG! Is it possible to fangirl my own comment? B/c I'm so psyched that you even READ my fic.

And yes, Chad. I dig Chad. In all of his glorious incarnations, from master douche to dorky BFF. He's so easy to work with.

Glad you liked my silly little fic. :-)
 Nayeli Honizrewillow_fae_20 on August 14th, 2008 07:17 pm (UTC)
This was Brilliant. I kind of adore Jensen's mom. Lovely job.
mediaville: laid back sammediaville on August 14th, 2008 10:08 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the comment! I'm glad you liked it.
I can read Sam's mindwendy on August 14th, 2008 07:25 pm (UTC)
I love how sweetly Jensen asks for a first kiss and his awe at how great it is.
mediaville: smiley jensenmediaville on August 14th, 2008 10:11 pm (UTC)
Hee! Jensen had a lot to process at the moment, so he wasn't at the top of his game. But he got what he wanted anyways!

I kind of love it when, despite the fact that Jensen's older and more experienced, Jared is the one who's all calm and knows what he wants. That's what I was going for with the bumbling.

In any case, thanks for commenting! :-)
z3s_keep_going: Colin Farrellz3s_keep_going on August 14th, 2008 07:32 pm (UTC)
omg Jensens mom is just hilarious in this.. love it ;D
mediaville: no kidsmediaville on August 14th, 2008 10:12 pm (UTC)
Heh, she's such a MOM, right? Just looking out for her baby boy. Glad you liked it!
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mediaville: jared gigglingmediaville on August 14th, 2008 10:12 pm (UTC)
Yay! I'm glad! I wrote it as a pick-me-up, so I'm glad it's working for you!
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mediaville: bashful jaredmediaville on August 14th, 2008 10:13 pm (UTC)
:-D Thank you for your sweet comment! Glad you liked it!
I suffer from Kane-Carlson-Ackles-Padalecki-itis: J2 Passion--tinkabell007gilesgirl on August 14th, 2008 08:57 pm (UTC)
AWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!! SCHMOOPY!!!!!!!!! SO cute!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D

*adds to her memories*

mediaville: jared n' chadmediaville on August 14th, 2008 10:14 pm (UTC)
Yay! Glad you enjoyed it!
(no subject) - gilesgirl on August 14th, 2008 10:57 pm (UTC) (Expand)
can't find my drink or pants: jared and jensen are dorks by woodsbailegeeklite on August 14th, 2008 09:09 pm (UTC)
awww. this is so cute :D
mediaville: J2mediaville on August 14th, 2008 10:14 pm (UTC)
Thanks! :-D
pickledmolly: heartspickledmolly on August 14th, 2008 09:29 pm (UTC)
Moms make great two-by-fours :o)
I love the image of jared gazing in awe as Jensen babbles out about their late-for date. Jensen gives great babble
And Jared gives great kisses!
mediaville: jensenmediaville on August 14th, 2008 10:15 pm (UTC)
Ha! Jensen is a rambler. And I'd be willing to bet Jared is a pretty darn good kisser!
The last chick standing up against the wall: E&D2eviltish on August 14th, 2008 09:46 pm (UTC)
OH MY HEART. I - just - yes.

And an awesome!Chad mention. Which gets extra points in my book.
mediaville: charedmediaville on August 14th, 2008 10:16 pm (UTC)
YAY! Glad you liked it! And yes, Chad. Even a little Chad goes a long way.
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mediaville: adorable sammediaville on August 15th, 2008 12:39 pm (UTC)
Yay! I'm glad! Thanks for commenting.