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Jensen focused on Jeff in front of him. He had a vague memory of Jeff shoving spoonfuls of coffee in his mouth, black judging from the aftertaste. And Jeff looked <i>pissed</i>.
John Winchester had nothing on Jeff himself, mostly because Jeff was hardly ever angry.
“Hey. S'up?” He glanced down, noting the comforter that was puddling around his waist. His bare waist. “The hell am I naked on my couch for?”
“That,” Jeff bit off. “Is really not the question you need to ask.”
“Oookay. What do I need to ask.”
“You should ask,” Jeff said softly, “what kind of an idiot would take narcotic painkillers and then drink alcohol. In a hot tub.”
<i>Shit.</i>
“Uh--”
“Are you fucking insane?” Jeff yelled. “Do you know what could have happened?”
“But it didn't,” Jensen said gently, trying to placate the extremely pissed off man looming over him.
“Yes it damn well did! You nearly drowned yourself, you stupid motherfucker! Bisou pulled your head out of the water and held it there until I got there.” Jeff touched the back of his neck.
Pain startled him, and he reached up, feeling the four little puncture marks. Fuck. Okay. He'd screwed up.
“Um.”
“Yeah. Um. I know you're smarter than that, Jensen. I know it. You know it. So what the <i>fuck</i> were you thinking?”
“I wasn't, okay? I saw that you'd brought beer, and I grabbed a couple. I'm not used to having to think about this shit.”
“Not good enough. You had plenty of beer in the fridge. Don't you get it?” Jeff shook him by the shoulders hard enough to make his teeth clack. “You could have died! Were you trying to kill yourself?”
Jensen stared for a long moment, anger welling in his stomach. “No. I wasn't,” he finally bit off. “Now back the fuck off, Jeff.”
“Or what?” Jeff loomed over him, face tight.
“Y'know what? Get out of my fucking house. I've had it with your self righteous bullshit. I'm not a goddamn two year old.”
“No.” Jeff's voice was calm. Deliberate. It threw Jensen.
“What? It's my house,” Jensen said sharply.
“Yeah. And you obviously need a keeper, so no. I'm not going anywhere.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fine. Then you can explain the alcohol and pills in your system to-”
“What, you gonna call the cops? Tell them I'm on my way to becoming another statistic? Hi, meet the next Heath Leger?”
“No. I wouldn't do that to you,” Jeff said, eyes shuttered.
Jensen felt a stab of remorse. Something told him he'd just said one of those things he couldn't take back. “Jeff-”
“But I will call Jared. And Steve. Maybe Christian. And you can explain to them why you were trying to kill yourself.”
Oh god. Jensen could already imagine Jared's face if Jeff told him about this. Fuck.
Jeff nodded. “Good. I see we understand each other.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “By the way, we're having some of the crew over tomorrow with Jared. They all want to say hello. You'll deal with it.”
Jensen's face felt hot. He wasn't sure whether it was anger or shame. “I-”
“I'm going to make dinner now,” Jeff said carefully, voice flat and neutral in a way that Jensen had never heard.
“Jeff, I-” Jensen broke off, not sure what the hell he wanted to say.
Jeff turned back, face neutral. “Yes?”
“Nothing,” Jensen said. “I'm going to go get dressed.”
“Fine. You should know, I put a pill case on your nightstand. It has your daily allotted amount of narcotics. I've hidden the rest.”
Any thoughts he'd had of apologizing flew out the window. “The fuck you did. Give me my pills, Jeff.”
“No. I can't trust that you're not suicidal, or that you won't 'forget' how many you've taken.” Jeff made finger quotes.
“You can't just-”
“I could ask Jared to help you with it.”
“Fuck you. You're not going to blackmail me with this-”
Jeff smiled, and Jensen shuddered. “Actually, I am. And you're going to sit down, shut up, and deal with it.”
Jensen didn't bother replying, just flung the coffee mug at Jeff's head.
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Oct. 23rd, 2007 @ 07:53 am
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Happy (1/2 century) Birthday, Meg!!!
And many, many happy returns! *hugs* MWAH!
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Why must the weekend be so short?
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Aug. 13th, 2007 @ 07:23 am
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*sigh* I don't wanna be at work. It's made worse by the fact that my body has decided rather arbitrarily, that I must not sleep after five thirty a.m. Since I don't have to get up until six, it's kinda annoying to be wide awake at five fifteen. My body, it is made of fail lately.
Had a good weekend anyhow. Saturday was gorgeous weather, a touch hot, but still lovely. We decided to head down to Annapolis for lunch at Famous Dave's BBQ, which was awesomely tasty. Then, after a bit of discussion, we headed over to the harbor and rented a powerboat.
Now, it's worth noting that the last time I was steering a boat was a canoe in girl scouts or a paddleboat at the inner harbor. This was far from either of those. A 17' zodiac with a nice perky motor. So, I was a little nervous about my ability to not swamp the damn thing and/or hit something.
Turned out, I'm not a bad sailor. We puttered around the harbor and then had some fun on the Severn River, opening the throttle up. Thanks to numerous big powerboats, when I put the pedal to the metal as it were, we tended to skim along the tops of the wakes, which led to coming down rather hard. Jess said that her butt hurt by the end of it.
Then, we had dinner at Ihop, and passed out. Sunday, we took it fairly easy with a quick trip to the grocery store, and to pick up prescriptions. I did find some non-nitrite-laden salt-cured salmon, which got put into my lunch in the form of salmon and cream cheese sushi. It'll go well with the cucumber sushi that is also in the little bento-style boxes I made up.
If Jess is very good, I might get ambitious and do it again on Wednesday, maybe with some shrimp and/or tuna. I'm sure Somewhere around here has some good sushi grade tuna. Maybe, if I have time, Wednesday, I'll swing by one of the fish markets and get the fresh stuff.
I guess I have to do work now, huh? Damn. |
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Fic: Speaks Louder (JDM/CMM #4)
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Aug. 10th, 2007 @ 08:12 am
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Title: Speaks Louder
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: CMM/JDM
Disclaimer: I don't know them, and this never happened.
A/N: This is the fourth (!?!) in my little cracked out Harlequin series. Previous parts can be found here.
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Fic: What I Resist (JDM/CMM #3)
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Aug. 10th, 2007 @ 08:08 am
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Title: What I Resist
Rating: R
Pairing: CMM/JDM (with a side of J2 in this part)
Disclaimer: None of them are doing this, sadly. But I can dream.
A/N: This is a little interlude piece that follows "My Own Partaking" and "Of Which I'm Ashamed." Yes, thank you, the crack is very tasty, why do you ask?
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Title: Of Which I'm Ashamed
Rating: R for sexual situations, preslash
Pairing: CMM/JDM
Disclaimer: I don't know them, and I'm pretty sure they're not doing this.
A/N: This is a sequel to My Own Partaking.
( Of Which I'm Ashamed )
Aug. 10th, 2007 @ 08:06 am
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My shame knows no bounds. Seriously. So, this is apparently first in a series of fics with this pairing. Go figure.
Title: My Own Partaking
Pairing: CMM/JDM (pre-slash)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't know them. I'm pretty sure they're not doing this, but it makes me happy to imagine it. No offense intended.
( My Own Partaking )
Aug. 10th, 2007 @ 08:05 am
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I blame ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif) nilchance for this. So, yes. Enjoy!
Title: Past the Map's Edge
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Will/Jack
Warnings: Slash.
Disclaimer: These characters are property of the WaltDisney corp, not me. They are used without permission. No money is made from this, no offense is intended.
( Here there be smut )
Aug. 10th, 2007 @ 07:57 am
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I blame nilchance for this. So, yes. Enjoy!
Title: Past the Map's Edge
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Will/Jack
Warnings: Slash.
Disclaimer: These characters are property of the WaltDisney corp, not me. They are used without permission. No money is made from this, no offense is intended.
( Here there be smut )
Aug. 10th, 2007 @ 07:57 am
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Title: Dancing Slow
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Backstreet Boys (oh, the pain!)
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I don't know them, I don't make any claims about their sexuality. No offense is intended, no lawsuit is preferred.
Summary: Boy sees boy. Boy boffs boy. Whee.
Notes: As always, it's Nix's fault.
( cutlined to keep earthkat's eyes from crossing. )
Aug. 10th, 2007 @ 07:57 am
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Mucho thanks to all for the comments/encouragement. Tis nice to know that my bedtime crack stories are good for something. *grin*
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Aug. 10th, 2007 @ 07:55 am
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Yeah. Still on crack. Oh, and the last song? Nix's idea. Totally hers.
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Aug. 10th, 2007 @ 07:51 am
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Nix and I have made it a habit of telling each other bedtime stories. Yes, I'm aware this is TMI, but there's a point to it. Occasionally, she'll get a sweet, cute fairy tale out of me, but normally, she gets a crackhead special.
Last night's was an especially weird one, and she asked me to write it out. So, here it is, in all it's weird ass glory. Just note, this was conceived around eleven last night, so I take no responsibility for it's oddness.
Enjoy! *grin*
Title: Wyoming Elfman, and the Temple of Really, Really Bad Things.
Rating: R
Fandom/Pairing: Elfman/Burton, Metallica, N'Sync/ On Crack
Summary: On Crack
Notes: For Cari, as a giggle after a rough day.
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Aug. 10th, 2007 @ 07:51 am
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Argh. Some days, my coven makes me insane.
It began back on Yule, when justsonya suggested teasingly that my cold-ridden self should give ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/community.gif) sleeping_dragon a big wet one, to test her theory that sleeping_dragon has no immune system.
(Of course, I didn't. Frankly, I felt like such shit that I mostly sat in a chair and looked like a pole-axed moose, and then left early to avoid getting people sick. I'd considered not attending, but as I was responsible for several food items, I still had to show, but kept it brief.)
Unfortunately, sleeping_dragon still got sick on her family vacation.
So, yesterday, she posts a "So meeeen!" rant that takes swipes at both myself, my wife, and justsonya. Most people simply say "sorry you're sick," but then, in swoops tobiasnevermore to tell sleepingdragon what a bitch she's being.
Then, the old college roomate jumped to her defense with the "It's her journal, she can say what she likes!" Watch the attempts to reason with her fail horribly!
And then, today, we have an "apology" on sleeping_dragon's lj.
While I adore most of the people involved in the wank, they were still all being completely wanky. (though, I appreciate tobiasnevermore jumping to our defense, and I adore him for his cranky self.)
Dec. 31st, 2004 @ 03:08 pm
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Hmmm...so, now I shall welcome Cari and Z to JF!
Yay!
I'm still all giddy about my baby giving me flowers. So, sue me. *dances*
Apr. 11th, 2003 @ 09:53 am
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First off, whoever came up with the moods? I worship you, dude. *grin*
I'd pretty much decided not to post things that were in progress, but hey--new journal needs new fic, right?
So...
Title: Til it Bleeds
Rating: So very NC-17
Fandom: NSync/BSB
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. This is a work of fiction. I mean no offense, nor do I make any claims about their sexuality.
Notes: This is set back before Christmas, just after the unveiling of the wax figures. I'm going to try for a cutline, but I have no clue if it'll work.
( Read more... )
Mar. 22nd, 2003 @ 08:13 am
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What to say, what to say?
Oh yes.
*bow, scrape* Thank you ZR!
I don't know how often I'll update this one, but hey, I'll at least stuff my fic over here!
Mar. 17th, 2003 @ 09:44 am
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