CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PEOPLE Prompt Post // June 1-15
This post is for ANY AND ALL REAL PEOPLE PROMPTS. People from other fandoms are allowed as long as the main pairing includes one person from the Supernatural cast. Exceptions made for Jared, Jensen, and/or Misha's wives.
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Jared barely stutters over asking for his order - he’s immensely proud of that - but then those green eyes are right on him and Jared sort of can’t breathe. The guy smiles, must not notice Jared’s current state of panic, and orders a large black coffee - none of that fancy shit - with a smile and a low, whiskey-rough voice.
Jared’s hands tremble as he pours, nearly spilling it and scalding himself. “Thanks, Jared,” Mr. Gorgeous drawls with a smile and a wink as he leaves. Jared panics for a good twenty minutes wondering how the hell this guy knows his name before he realizes that he’s actually wearing his name tag for a change.
When Gen comes in halfway through Jared’s shift, he pretends to be sick and heads home, skipping his afternoon classes as well. He hides in his room, convincing himself it was a one-time thing. He’ll never see Mr. Gorgeous again and his reaction to him was a fluke.
Jared’s luck has never been good.
He sees Mr. Gorgeous - who he finds out is named Jensen - every time he works after that first day. He’d be convinced Jensen is stalking him but Gen swears he comes in even when Jared isn’t working, that he just has a massive caffeine addiction. Of the people he works with and goes to school with, Gen is the only one he talks to. He can’t really call them friends but she’s the closest he’ll let himself have - Drew and he had been friends first, all his other friends bailed after what happened, he doesn’t trust anyone. She’s sweet and barely comes up to his chest and her smile is warm and honest. Jared thinks if he was straight, and still interested at all in dating, he’d be with her.
For all Gen’s good points and her charm, she’s a relentless gossip, even though Jared doesn’t engage her or even encourage her. Through her babbling during their shifts - they always end up working together - he finds out that Jensen is twenty-seven - four years older than him - single and has a good job working for UT in their athletic department as a part-time coach and full-time physical therapist. She’s pretty sure he’s gay, although she’s never seen him with anyone, guy or girl, but her sound logic is that he never checks out her tits. That actually surprises a snort of laughter from Jared and Gen beams the rest of the day like she won the damn lottery.
Whenever Jensen comes in, Gen finds something else to do, leaving Jared to help him. Jared asked her why once and she just giggled and replied that Jared hadn’t ever checked out her tits either. Her logic is sound but if she’s trying to play matchmaker her effort is a waste.
Jared is polite to Jensen - as he is to everyone - but any attempt at conversation that Jensen tries stalls. Jared isn’t a small talk kind of person. He doesn’t want to get to know Jensen. He doesn’t want to get to know anyone. He wants to finish school and get on with his life. Alone.
That all works out fine until Jared sees Jensen outside the coffee shop.
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It’s a nice, warm day and Jared is sitting beneath the tree outside his dorm, nose in a book. He’s aware of his surroundings - always is, never can let his guard down, won’t let anyone sneak up on him - but somehow he misses Jensen’s approach.
Jared jerks when Jensen flops down on the grass next to him, pressed khakis more than likely getting stained all to hell. Jensen smiles at him, his eyes warm.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya,” Jensen murmurs.
“That’s okay,” Jared replies quietly, even though it isn’t. He can’t do this.
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“Y-you don’t even know me,” Jared stammers.
“I’d like to get to know you,” Jensen counters easily. “But what I know so far, I like.” At Jared’s confused look, Jensen chuckles softly. “Gen. She, uh, she’s a talker, that one.”
Jared is going to kill her.
“I’m sorry,” Jared whispers, gathering his things as quickly as possible, then stands up, “I don’t date.”
“Don’t date customers?” Jensen asks as he stands as well, obviously intent on following Jared to finish this conversation.
“I don’t date anyone,” Jared corrects then practically runs into his building.
If he thought Jensen would give up, he was wrong.
Jensen keeps coming into the coffee shop, keeps trying to engage Jared into conversation. It’s light small-talk, never another invitation for a date or mention of liking Jared. Gen frowns and grabs his wrist, tugging him to the back after the tenth time Jensen leaves with his shoulders slumped and his plump lips turned down into a slight frown.
“I don’t get it,” she huffs. “He’s gorgeous, Jared. And he’s a sweet guy. I actually know a few of his friends and they all say he’s amazing. And he’s interested. I know it’s not ‘cause you’re straight, so what is it?”
No one - aside from Drew, of course - knows the whole story. Not his parents or even the shrinks and all the doctors he had to go to, the ones that saved his life. Jared suddenly feels the weight of it pressing down on him, the need to talk to someone. He doesn’t cry but it’s a near thing as he flops down onto a crate in the backroom and spills his story. His fairytale romance and his grand plans for the future and the sad, bitter, painful end. Gen is in tears by the time he finishes, her thin arms trembling as she wraps them around his broad shoulders.
“Oh, Jared,” is all she says.
After his confession, Jared doesn’t see Jensen for a week. Gen swears that she didn’t say anything to anyone - she wouldn’t, promises, crosses her heart. Jared is surprised to find that he misses Jensen and that he’s actually worried that something happened to him.
When Jensen comes back a week later, his eyes are glassy and hazy and his skin his pale and he explains to Jared and Gen - she doesn’t leave him alone anymore with Jensen, or anyone for that matter - that he’s been out sick with the flu. He doesn’t flirt with Jared or even really try to engage him in the conversation and leaves with a weak smile and a thanks to the both of them. It’s good. It’s exactly what Jared wanted. So why does it suck so badly?
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Even five years and extensive therapy later, Jared still has trouble with his left knee sometimes.
After what happened and the doctors all okayed it, Jared started working out, building muscle and running every day. It’s still something that he does. He’ll never let himself be weak like that again.
On one of his normal morning runs, his knee gives. Jared grits his teeth when he goes down, closing his eyes, already can feel the swelling and knows he’s going to be off his feet for at least a day or two.
His eyes snap open and he jumps when he feels strong hands on his shoulders, whole body tensing until he looks up and sees Jensen kneeling in front of him. Jensen’s frowning slightly, his attention on Jared’s knee. When those green eyes sweep up to Jared’s face, his breath catches. He doesn’t know how he always seems to forget how beautiful Jensen is. But he’s even more so outside with the sun lightening the tips of his hair nearly blonde.
“Pretty sure you twisted it,” Jensen informs him, cringing slightly.
“I… Uh, yeah. It’s happened before,” Jared mutters, shrinking in on himself when he sees Jensen notice his scars. The ones on his knee are by far the least horrific.
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Jared finds himself nodding, holding his breath when Jensen slips an arm around his ribs and helps him up. Jensen supports most of his weight as Jared hobbles toward the athletic building - he hadn’t even realized he was that close to where Jensen works - and inside. Jensen gingerly helps him down onto one of the tables and grabs a towel and some ice.
“I’ll ice it and once the swelling goes down some, we’ll see how bad it is,” Jensen explains. Jared nods, biting his lip, looking at anything but Jensen. “So, uh, pretty extensive surgery, I’m guessin’?” Jared nods again. Jensen sighs softly, his shoulders dropping. “Do you really not like me this much, Jared? I’m just trying to help here.”
“No that’s not…” Jared blurts out, biting his lip to stop himself.
Jensen’s fingers are soft and gentle when he removes the ice, pushing and lightly massaging the sorest spots almost as if he just knows. Jared can’t help but flinch at the touch. Jensen’s eyes find his again. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” he murmurs.
“I’ve heard that before,” Jared hears himself whisper before he can stop himself.
Jared’s wearing a v-neck t-shirt - short sleeves which he never does - and a loose pair of running shorts. He watches as Jensen’s eyes move over his scars - the worst ones aren’t even visible - and he can see the moment that Jensen puts it together. If Jared’s knee would hold him, he’d run.
“Whatever… whoever…” Jensen clenches his jaw, his expression tight and angry but Jared knows it’s not directed at him and he’s actually not afraid for once, but his fingers are still gentle, “I’d never hurt you,” Jensen says instead, firm but soft, eyes shining with sincerity beneath the anger, locked on Jared’s.
For the second time in two weeks, Jared hears himself tell his story. Jensen didn’t ask, didn’t push, but Jared just opens his mouth and it all pours out. He does cry this time, embarrassed, but Jensen wraps one arm around his waist and pulls him close, not too close, and holds him, lets him cry it out. He hasn’t cried since he woke up in the hospital.
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That was three years ago.
Jared had accepted Jensen’s invitation for dinner after Jensen carefully wrapped his knee.
They spend every day together after that first date. Jared moves into Jensen’s apartment a year later, after he graduated, despite the fear that still somewhat lives in Jared’s heart that it will all fall apart at any second.
Jensen is nothing like Drew. That helps Jared in those dark times when things get too scary or he’s afraid Jensen doesn’t really love him, that he’s out with someone else or that he’s just waiting for the perfect time to try to kill Jared, to finish what Drew started.
They’ve been together two years when Jensen drops down on one knee and proposes. The wedding is a small affair, just their families and Gen and Jensen’s friend Chris but it’s beautiful. Jared is still somewhat afraid to believe that he’s actually getting his fairytale that he’d longed for as a teenager.
Their wedding night is the first time Jensen fucks him. Until then it had mostly been making out and dry humping - Jensen never pushed, let Jared completely set the pace of their relationship.
They’ve been together three years, married just one, when Jared finds out he’s pregnant. The doctors had all told him then that it would be next to impossible for Jared to conceive again, one in a billion chance. Jared believed them, had no reason not to, so he and Jensen hadn’t bothered with condoms. Jared was okay with the thought of never getting pregnant again. Even though logically he knows it was more than that, that part of him that is still waiting for the worst insists that things were great with him and Drew before Jared told him that he was pregnant. That’s when the fighting first started.
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He’s three months along, past the crucial first trimester and the puking has mostly stopped but he’s still tired and his abs have lost their definition. Jensen keeps asking if he’s okay, watching him like a hawk, always sweet and loving - Jared’s traitorous brain reminds him that Drew was sweet and loving at one point as well; but Jensen is not Drew has become Jared’s mantra over the years.
Jared’s curled up in bed, heartsick more than anything, when Jensen finds him. He had a doctor’s appointment that afternoon. He’s sixteen weeks along, just shy of when things went to shit with Drew. The baby is healthy and Jared’s past injuries don’t seem to be having any ill effects. Barring any major problems that haven’t come up yet, he’ll be able to carry to term and deliver a happy, healthy baby.
Jensen crawls onto the mattress behind him, arms automatically wrapping around Jared’s waist. He has just the slightest bump, Jensen has to feel the difference. Tears sting Jared’s eyes. Jensen’s hand presses against their child.
“When were you gonna tell me?” Jensen asks softly. There’s no anger in his tone, only a slight bit of hurt, resignation and understanding. Jared doesn’t deserve him.
“Soon,” Jared whispers. “Wouldn’t be able to hide much longer.” He takes a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry, Jensen. They told me I’d never be able to carry again. I didn’t think… I know we never talked about…”
“Shh, easy, baby” Jensen coos, pressing a kiss to the back of Jared’s neck. He doesn’t try to turn Jared toward him, knows that Jared can’t look at him right now. Jensen’s too good for him. “I’m happy, sweetheart. Ecstatic actually. Sure we never talked about kids but that’s because I didn’t want to upset you. I’ve always wanted kids. I especially want ‘em with you.” He squeezes Jared gently, hand rubbing across Jared’s middle. “I love you, Jay. So damn much. I’d never hurt you.” That’s become Jensen’s mantra over the years, whenever Jared would flinch or cringe away from him, when they would argue and Jared would dissolve into tears and beg Jensen not to leave, not to hit him.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Jared mutters after a few comfortably silent moments. “I know… Logically I know it isn’t the same but I just. I’m still scared sometimes.”
“I know, sweetheart,” Jensen replies, kissing his t-shirt-covered shoulder. “I’ll spend my life showin’ you that you don’t need’ta be, not with me.”
Jared knows this. Deep down he really does. But he’s still a long way from healed, from being able to trust a hundred percent. But he trusts Jensen as much as his broken mind and psyche can allow. And he’s getting better.
Inhaling slowly, Jared reaches back, tentatively grabbing Jensen’s hip. He doesn’t instigate sex - after Drew fucked him the first time, the time he got pregnant, Drew used sex as a weapon, another way to manipulate and control Jared and he’s still afraid of it at times - but he wants Jensen, craves him like he never did with Drew. His hormones are completely out of whack and his default mode is either depressed or horny, all the time now days.
Jensen freezes for a split-second behind him, no doubt surprised. They rarely have sex. They’ll cuddle and kiss and sometimes make out but full-on sex is rare. But Jared wants it, wants Jensen, and he’s so tired of being afraid, of being broken.
“It’s okay,” Jared whispers, for only the second time ever the one to reassure Jensen - the first time was on their wedding night, when he assured Jensen that he wanted it, wanted him. Despite the tears in his eyes and the dried salty tracks on his cheeks, Jared turns over onto his back, looking up at his beautiful, patient, amazing husband. “It’s okay,” he repeats, smiling faintly.
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But there’s a hunger in Jared, a feeling that he’s never had before. He nips playfully at Jensen’s bottom lip then pushes his husband away, rolling him onto his back. Jensen’s brow is furrowed and Jared can see an apology on the tip of his tongue. Jared doesn’t let him say it. He pushes himself up onto his knees and pulls his shirt off, letting Jensen see the slight swell of his stomach for the first time. Jensen’s green eyes glitter in the dim light of their bedroom, his hand pressing carefully against soft, warm flesh. Jared smiles and tilts his head, watches Jensen touch him, touch their child, his heart pounding against his ribs but not with fear. Jensen’s eyes are filled with awe, reverent, when he looks up at Jared.
“You’re beautiful,” Jensen whispers hoarsely.
For once Jared doesn’t argue. He has physical scars everywhere, from the beating, from the surgeries, from the miscarriage - they had to cut her out of Jared - and the invisible scars are worse and more numerous. But Jensen still loves him, scars and all.
Hesitating for just a split-second, Jared pushes his sweats and underwear down and off as well. They’ve never had sex with any amount of light in the room. Jensen has never seen him fully naked. But the door is open and the light from the hallway spills into their room and the shades are open, letting in the light from the full moon. It might as well be high noon for as exposed as Jared feels. He’s only trembling slightly.
“You too?” Jared asks, begs, voice wavering just a bit as he tugs gently at the hem of Jensen’s shirt. Jared knows that before he moved in, Jensen used to just sleep in his underwear. Jensen changed that for him. Jensen is a saint. Jared hopes to deserve him someday.
Jensen nods and strips, settling back down against the mattress, letting Jared look his fill. Jared’s never seen Jensen fully naked either. His husband is truly gorgeous. Broad chest and shoulders, flat abs and lean waist and hips, the adorable bow of his legs. And his cock, full and thick and heavy already, resting against his stomach, slightly wet at the tip. Jared licks his lips and closes his eyes for a second, tells himself he can do this.
Reopening his eyes, he tosses one long leg over Jensen’s, settling on his thighs. Jensen’s hands automatically grab his waist, firm but gentle - always so gentle - his eyebrows raised to nearly his hairline.
“Baby, what’re you…”
“Like this, Jen,” Jared blurts out, slightly breathless. “Please?”
“Of course, darlin’,” Jensen drawls, “whatever you want, you know that. Just… Are you sure?”
They’ve only done it with Jared on his side, Jensen scooted up behind him. Jared vows to change that, starting right now. “Yes,” Jared answers easily, smiling enough to feel his dimples crease his cheeks. Jensen always gets the best, most heartwarming look on his face when Jared’s dimples pop. He usually doesn’t smile big enough for it to happen.
Jared reaches over and grabs the lube from the drawer in Jensen’s bedside table. He hands the bottle over, scooting forward on his knees when Jensen scoots back, sitting up against the headboard. Their chests are pressed together, the slight swell of Jared’s belly pressing against Jensen’s flat abs. It feels right.
Jensen stares into his eyes the entire time he preps Jared, slowly, one finger at a time. Jared’s harder, more turned on than he’s ever been. It’s not that he hasn’t enjoyed the sex that he and Jensen have had in the past but again this feels different. Jensen always made sure Jared got off, that it wasn’t something he was just tolerating or something that was bringing back bad memories but right now Jared craves the press of Jensen’s fingers, the stretch and the slight burn, the fullness.
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“Now,” he gasps against Jensen’s lips. “Jensen… Please now.” He’s close already but he doesn’t want to come without Jensen buried inside him.
Jensen nods and pulls his fingers away, fumbling with the lube when Jared whines and scoots closer, noses bumping together. Jensen slicks himself up and holds the base of his cock, other hand on Jared’s hip, slowly helping Jared ease back. Jared doesn’t stop until he’s once against flush against Jensen’s thighs, thick cock buried to the hilt. He’s shaking, dick leaking and aching but he’s frozen, unable to move. Jensen slides his clean hand into Jared’s hair, gently pulls him into a kiss, as his other hand moves to Jared’s hip, guiding him into a rhythm. Jared gasps, squeezing his eyes closed, thighs clamping around Jensen’s hips, arms clinging to Jensen’s broad shoulders.
Jensen’s hand helps him move, helps him keep pace, as Jensen’s hips slowly thrust up against him. He’s never been in this position and Jensen feels so deep, so thick, and he could almost cry with how amazing, how right, it feels. Once he gets the hang of things on his own, Jensen’s hand slides across his hip, palms his stomach, and the look in his eyes is nothing short of mesmerizing.
Jared comes without a hand on him, trembling and mewling, tears threatening to spill over again. Jensen holds him close and works him through it, kissing him and murmuring sweetly. Jared melts against Jensen’s chest, ear against his thundering heart, as Jensen thrusts a few more times then stops, hips jerking erratically as he comes as well.
They curl up together in the middle of their bed, facing each other - another first - and Jensen holds Jared while he cries. Tender lips press against his forehead and Jensen’s voice murmurs, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Jared whispers back.
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Through the rest of Jared’s pregnancy there are more up than downs.
Jensen is amazing through it all - as he is with everything - and the closer they get to the big day, and the more Jared’s doubts and insecurities come back with a vengeance, the more patient and understanding Jensen is. Jared doesn’t want to know what sex the baby is. He already knows that he lost a daughter. He can’t know that again.
At thirty-nine and a half weeks, Jared goes into labor. His water breaks and he lays in bed biting his bottom lip bloody in silent pain as contractions try to tear him apart for three hours before he finds the strength to wake Jensen. His husband drives him to the hospital, nearly carrying his fat, pregnant ass because Jared can’t really walk due to the pain.
Labor is short and intensive and Jensen is by his side the entire time. Jared cries when he hears their child cry, watching as the doctor hands Jensen a squirming pink little person. Jensen cuts the cord, tears in his eyes and on his cheeks as well, and both their hands are trembling when Jensen hands Jared their son.
When Jensen carefully crawls into bed with him and their little boy, strong arms keeping them both safe, Jared thinks he feels most of the ghosts of his past finally leave. He’s not completely better, that’ll take more time, but he’s getting there. And he has faith that Jensen will be there with him, every step of the way. That he’ll continue to pick Jared up and dust him off when he falls.
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But I loved this! So sweet, and painful, then hopeful and lovely. I love how Jensen was completely happy to marry and be with and love Jared even though Jared wasn't even able to give him anything sexual at the time, for all he knew when he proposed they might never have sex. Jensen just loved Jared. <3
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