Real Person Fic - CW: 5 J2 Drabbles
Title: Must Love Dogs
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 705
Author’s Note: Written for peppervl’s prompt: “J2 - first ‘I love you.’" Thank you for the AIDS gift, BB! ♥
Summary: AU: They met at a dog park. So, you know, Jared didn’t really expect Jensen to hate dogs.
They met at a dog park. So, you know, Jared didn’t really expect Jensen to hate dogs.
It was a warm November day, and Jared recognized Icarus and Oscar right away, but not the absurdly hot guy letting them off their leashes.
It was Jared’s business to know all the dogs--and their owners--who visit the park, so he was just trying to be friendly (okay, and a little concerned) when he called Harley and Sadie to him and approached the guy.
“Hey, there, Icky,” Jared said when the dog recognized him and immediately began to jump on him, looking for treats.
The guy who brought them looked up, scowling a little. Jared held a hand out and put on his best disarming smile. “Hi, I’m Jared,” he said. “I know Icarus and Oscar, so you must be Danneel’s boyfriend?”
The sour look somehow only got more bitter, and he stared at Jared’s hand for a long time before shaking it. It was too bad the pout didn’t make him any less fun to look at.
“Must I be?” he’d replied, as if being the hottest girl in the neighborhood’s boyfriend was such a bad thing. Which meant either gay or...
“I’m sorry, you’re not her brother or cousin or something, right?”
The guy’s lips twitched, but he managed to keep his amusement at bay. “I’m just her very unfortunate new roommate.” Finally, he smiled just a little and, yeah. Jared didn’t care how pissy he was, he ran over just as quickly to greet Jensen the next day, and the day after that.
When he finally asked Jensen out, after three solid weeks of seeing Jensen in the park with the dogs, the last thing he expected to hear was Jensen telling him the reason he was so upset that day was that he hated dogs and had only agreed to walk them because Danneel was running late for everything and was hysterical over them missing their daily park visit (the following visits, Jensen admitted sheepishly, were all to see Jared). And Jensen saying he only moved in with a dog owner because she was a good friend and he was pretty desperate for a place to live? It maybe broke Jared’s heart a little.
But he liked Jensen a whole lot by then, so he decided to see where things went. Jensen was bound to get over his dog thing eventually, if things got that serious. Or so Jared thought.
A year and eight months into dating Jensen, he’s given up on that. Jensen moved into Jared’s place six months ago and has been just as soggy over living with Harley and Sadie as he was living with Danneel’s dogs.
Jared gets home from a long, long day at work to a dark house. He can hear the TV on in the bedroom, though, so he follows the noise to find Jensen propped up in bed, dozing with his glasses still on, one hand resting on Harley, curled up asleep on his side, the other sitting in the empty space Sadie vacates when she jumps down to greet Jared.
Jared crawls onto the bed, gives Jensen a soft kiss to wake him up, and Jensen rouses, slow as ever. “Hey,” he says, drawing Jared back down. “I was waiting up, I swear.”
“You were trying.” Jared grins. “Want me to chase these monsters off the bed so you can sleep?”
Jensen shrugs, but it’s obviously just to save face. “I guess they can stay if they don’t move around too much.”
Jared wraps himself around Jensen, sinking into the mattress with a sigh. He should really change out of his work clothes, but Jensen relaxes into his arms, and Jared starts to get comfortable.
When he moves closer to Jared, Jensen’s careful not to wake Harley up.
“I love you,” Jared whispers.
It’s not planned. It kind of falls out by accident, in fact. Jared honest to god cannot help it.
Jensen hums contentedly. “Love you, Jay,” he says, weighed down with sleep, and it sounds natural, like he’s said it a hundred times before. Maybe he has. In a way, maybe they both have. But Jared still really likes hearing it out loud.
Title: Finish Line
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13 for Language
Word Count: 1036
Author’s Note: Written for lady_eilthana’s prompt: “After having raised money by running 83km on one day, Misha talks Jensen into running a marathon for charity. Now, feeling like he's about to collapse, Jensen thinks this was a bad idea. And Jared's not even there to support him but doing "important stuff" instead. Great. So the last couple of kilometers (which are so much longer than the first ones, really!) are hard. But then Jensen sees Jared standing on the side, handing out drinks and cheering and making everyone feel special. And, being Jared, he has a sign saying "You're a hero". For the women there's "You're a heroine" on the other side of the sign. When Jensen comes nearer, it turns out he has a very special sign for Jensen, too. (No established relationship.)” Thanks for the PFLAG Rhino, BB! ♥
Summary: Non-AU: Misha convinces Jensen to run a marathon for charity. Jensen is regretting it until he sees what’s at the finish.
Fuck Misha Collins.
It’s hot and it’s humid and there are increasingly steep hills and Jensen is tired. He can’t think very clearly, but he knows this much: fuck Misha. Fuck him so hard. Fuck anyone who does nice things like, oh, run 83 fucking kilometers in one day for charity and makes it look so easy that suckers like Jensen actually listen when Misha spends three weeks talking about how Jensen can totally handle the L.A. Marathon, it’s only 5K!
5K is not so much when compared to 83K. But for Jensen, who maybe didn’t spend nearly enough of his hiatus time preparing for the run, it’s a longer sprint than he’d expected. The first three kilometers were no big deal, and Jensen is sure he would be fine if he could set his own pace, but trying to keep up with Roadrunner Misha is going to kill him. To make it worse, Misha keeps turning around, aiming these sorry faces at him and asking Jensen if he wants to slow down. Which, yes, he really does, but he says no because Jensen is a man and most men are morons. Jensen is no exception.
Not for the first time, he wishes Jared were here. Jared would have no problem setting his own pace, and Jensen would be the one slowing down to keep his friend company. Misha could run ahead with all of the other people who are actually qualified to be here, and Jensen could make fun of Jared for running like an elephant and pretend Jared’s sweat smells bad and not like something Jensen wants to lick.
But no no. Jared is too busy and important to help orphans or whatever this marathon donates money to. Jensen isn’t actually upset of course--it’s his show Jared’s promoting, too. He just really wishes...it just sucks is all.
He wants to quit, if he’s being honest. There’s only another kilometer left, but Jensen’s pretty sure he’s going to collapse. Of course, he’s been thinking that for 2 and a half kilometers; every time he’s seriously considering calling it a day, Jensen remembers his fans, all the people who pledged money because they actually believed he would do this. Jensen has to finish for their sakes, he knows that. He’s just not sure he won’t die if he doesn’t get a drink of water and a rest pretty soon.
Of course, it’s just as he’s thinking this that he rounds a corner and sees a drink stand. Misha starts running faster, and Jensen doesn’t bother trying to keep up. Hopefully Misha will wait for him by the checkpoint. If not, Jensen is going to like his cup of water way more than he likes Misha right now, anyway.
There’s only one cheerleader standing by the table, which makes Jensen chuckle. There were at least four at the first few checkpoints, but the number of people willing to wait around in the sun has dropped off dramatically as the race has dragged on. This poor asshole, though, he’s trying to make up for the lack of support. He’s got a sign, Jensen’s not close enough to read it, but he keeps flipping it as different people run by, and he looks a lot like...
The guy lets out a booming whoop and high fives a lady as she passes him, and Jensen thinks he’s hallucinating until Misha stops next to Jared, taking a cup from his hand. Jensen watches them talk for a few seconds, all the while Jared watches the runners and keeps switching his sign. One side reads “You’re a hero” and the back, Jensen notices as another woman passes by, flips to say “You’re a heroine.”
It’s so cheesy and so Jared that Jensen’s kind of surprised he didn’t think of it.
Misha must ask a question because Jared nods, turns around and picks something behind the water table up enough for Misha to lean over and look at it. He smiles and claps Jared on the back, then glances back to where Jensen’s still a few feet away, hurrying to join the fun. Instead of waiting, Misha puts his cup down and takes off again, and Jensen has about thirty seconds to get really pissed before Jared smiles at him and turns around to pick up whatever he’d just shown Misha.
It’s another sign, and only one side is written on. Jared stands with the blank side facing out as Jensen approaches.
“You faked an interview to get out of this, you dick?” Jensen asks through gasps when he reaches the table and takes a cup.
Jared smiles awkwardly. “Almost there, Jen,” he says. “I’m proud of you.”
“Like that’ll make my legs hurt less,” Jensen grumbles, dumping another cup of water over his head before reaching for one last drink. “I’m gonna kick your ass when this is over and I can walk again.”
Jared laughs, but it seems forced, and then he looks at Jensen really closely. “This, uh. I wanted to. You did something scary today, so I’m gonna do something scary, too.”
Jensen raises an eyebrow, and Jared takes a step back, finally turning the sign over.
“I love you,” it says, in plain black and white. Jensen’s mouth drops open, he re-reads it six times before looking up at Jared. Jared’s not quite meeting his eyes, he looks bright red and Jensen’s pretty sure it’s not the heat.
“Jared?” he asks.
Jared shrugs. “I’m operating under the hope that this will give you a little boost to finish?” He smiles, but it’s strained. “Or, you know, if you run from me, at least you’ll run to the finish line.”
Jensen’s instinct is to reach up and kiss him, but they’re in public, and there’s press, and bad idea. In fact, Jared holding this sign at all is a bad idea right now, but the people who pass are too focused on their running to notice it. Jensen tries to talk, but Jared switches his sign out and shakes his head.
“Finish the race, Jensen. I’ll be there when you’re done, we can talk about it after.”
The last kilometer is the easiest.
Title: Escalation
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13 for Language
Word Count: 463
Author’s Note: Written for wutendeskind’s prompt: “J2 non-AU, written on the body.” Thanks for making maps out of my dreams, you perfect thing, you.
Summary: Non-AU: It’s not a big deal, at first. But, like pretty much everything involving Jared, it gets out of hand fast.
It’s not a big deal, at first.
Jensen is having a stressful week. He has a lot of stressful weeks, but this is the sixth consecutive one, and Jensen is maybe not 100% there on set for a few days. He fudges his lines more times than usual, and, while the gag reel is definitely going to benefit from it, everyone on set is starting to get exasperated. Not Jared, of course. Jared understands, because that’s just what Jared does.
Dean is having some fight with Castiel, Sam standing out of frame, and Jensen forgets his line again. Everyone sighs, the director calls cut, and Jensen looks to Jared for support, because he knows that’s the only place he’ll get it. Jared holds up a hand and written across his palm is Jensen’s next line. Jensen reads it over; it’s enough to refresh him for the whole scene. It’s just another bullshit nice thing Jared does for Jensen.
Next week, though, Jensen’s had some time to relax, and he was extra careful studying his script over the weekend. He’s solid on his lines, determined not to screw up once all week to make up for lost time. But as soon as they’re shooting a scene where Jared is standing out of frame, Jared holds his palm out again. Instead of being helpful this time, all it says is, “I fucked up your take! :D” and Jensen cracks up just as the cameras start rolling. It’s just another bullshit dick move Jared pulls on set so things don’t get boring.
But that doesn’t mean Jensen can just let it slide. He’s a mature guy and all, but watching Jared go through half of Saturday before someone asks him why there’s a cock drawn on his face? That’s too good to pass up. Anyway, it’s justice--Jared started it.
The pranks escalate, like all pranks between them do, and Jensen learns to double check himself for doodles, song lyrics, inappropriate language before going outside. Jared must learn the same, because most of the masterpieces Jensen scrawls onto Jared while he sleeps don’t make it past the morning shower.
And since neither of them will admit defeat and no one will let it go, it becomes so regular between them they don’t even really realize they’re doing it after a while. Jared gets distracted during TV shows and keeps his hands busy writing quotes on whichever of Jensen’s limbs is closest. Jensen even manages to make it useful--Jared’s forearm makes a great shopping list, and it’s a lot harder to forget Jared at home (as much as Jensen would like to some days).
And maybe Jensen’s only pretending to be annoyed about the heart Jared draws on his thigh every evening, but nobody has to know that.
Title: On Hiatus
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: G
Word Count: 195
Author’s Note: Written for chewysun’s prompt: “J2, waking up together on a day when they don't have anything else to do except CUDDLE AND BE HAPPY.” I’m sorry I missed the actual day, but happy belated birthday, boo! I hope it was great.
Summary: Non-AU: Jensen’s pretty sure Jared has never before in his life gotten back into bed after getting out, but he wraps around Jensen and starts to settle nonetheless.
“I’m late, aren’t I?” Jensen asks, lifting his head from his pillow. “I’m late and you’re here to tell me so and ruin all my happiness.”
Jared laughs from the end of the bed. The dogs jump up and flop down in their usual places, and Jensen recognizes the way they’re trying to regain their breath after a morning run. Jared’s in his track pants and a t-shirt, and yeah. That usually means Jensen is out of time.
“Nah,” says Jared. He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it on the floor.
“Not wanted on set?”
“Jensen, it’s hiatus.”
Oh, right. Jensen just needs his coffee. “Press event to get prepped for?”
Jared shakes his head and does something so beautiful, Jensen kind of doesn’t believe it’s real. He’s pretty sure Jared has never before in his life gotten back into bed after getting out, but he wraps around Jensen and starts to settle nonetheless.
“Nowhere to be,” he says warmly. “Wanna sleep a little longer?”
Jensen “mmm”s in response, and Jared laughs lightly behind him. “Five more minutes,” he says, but Jensen has every intention of staying in bed much longer.
Title: With a Mouth Like This
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13 for Language and Sexual Suggestion
Word Count: 344
Author’s Note: Written for swan_bite’s prompt: “AU J2 meet at the Toronto Slut Rally.” Thank you so much for the AIDS v-gift, BB.
Summary: AU: Jared and Jensen meet at the Toronto Slut Rally.
“With a mouth like this, I must be a slut.” The words are written in bright rainbow colors--complete with glitter and a giant cartoon of a mouth sucking a Popsicle.
Jared’s favorite thing about going to rallies has always been the signs, and this one makes him laugh before he even knows who’s holding it. He has to get closer, figures the joke will be funnier if he sees the aforementioned mouth.
It’s crowded, though. At first Jared thinks it’s this amazingly hot red head holding it, but she flails her arms and there’s no sign in them, so Jared gets close enough to see who she’s talking to. It’s a guy holding the sign, and holy shit. Okay, so Jared knows the point of the sign is that it’s not true...but the world is really missing out if that guy isn’t at least a little slutty. Because, like Jared said before, holy shit. That mouth really was made to suck cock.
The girl turns and sees Jared staring and lifts an eyebrow. “Is there a problem, officer?”
Jared looks around to see who she’s talking to, and it’s not until the guy with the mouth laughs that Jared looks down and remembers his slutty police officer costume.
He coughs uncomfortably. “Sorry, I was just--I like your sign.”
The red head laughs again. “Jensen, I think he totally wants to fuck you, babe.”
Jared feels his eyes widen, but Jensen just shake his head. “Ignore Danneel,” he says. “She’s just jealous all the hot guys here like me better.”
Jared laughs. “Well, you know. We are almost all gay.”
“And slutty,” says Jensen, looking at Jared with just an edge of heat. “Bound to be a lot of eyefucking, am I right?”
“Who says I was eyefucking?” Jared asks, even though he totally was.
“What makes you think I didn’t mean me?” Jensen asks. “Those shorts don’t leave a whole lot to the imagination, officer.”
Jared smiles, takes a few steps closer, and decides he’s definitely marching next to this guy.
Note! That's it for anniversary drabbles, however, two longer fics will be forthcoming within the next few days from prompts that decided they want to talk too much.
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 705
Author’s Note: Written for peppervl’s prompt: “J2 - first ‘I love you.’" Thank you for the AIDS gift, BB! ♥
Summary: AU: They met at a dog park. So, you know, Jared didn’t really expect Jensen to hate dogs.
They met at a dog park. So, you know, Jared didn’t really expect Jensen to hate dogs.
It was a warm November day, and Jared recognized Icarus and Oscar right away, but not the absurdly hot guy letting them off their leashes.
It was Jared’s business to know all the dogs--and their owners--who visit the park, so he was just trying to be friendly (okay, and a little concerned) when he called Harley and Sadie to him and approached the guy.
“Hey, there, Icky,” Jared said when the dog recognized him and immediately began to jump on him, looking for treats.
The guy who brought them looked up, scowling a little. Jared held a hand out and put on his best disarming smile. “Hi, I’m Jared,” he said. “I know Icarus and Oscar, so you must be Danneel’s boyfriend?”
The sour look somehow only got more bitter, and he stared at Jared’s hand for a long time before shaking it. It was too bad the pout didn’t make him any less fun to look at.
“Must I be?” he’d replied, as if being the hottest girl in the neighborhood’s boyfriend was such a bad thing. Which meant either gay or...
“I’m sorry, you’re not her brother or cousin or something, right?”
The guy’s lips twitched, but he managed to keep his amusement at bay. “I’m just her very unfortunate new roommate.” Finally, he smiled just a little and, yeah. Jared didn’t care how pissy he was, he ran over just as quickly to greet Jensen the next day, and the day after that.
When he finally asked Jensen out, after three solid weeks of seeing Jensen in the park with the dogs, the last thing he expected to hear was Jensen telling him the reason he was so upset that day was that he hated dogs and had only agreed to walk them because Danneel was running late for everything and was hysterical over them missing their daily park visit (the following visits, Jensen admitted sheepishly, were all to see Jared). And Jensen saying he only moved in with a dog owner because she was a good friend and he was pretty desperate for a place to live? It maybe broke Jared’s heart a little.
But he liked Jensen a whole lot by then, so he decided to see where things went. Jensen was bound to get over his dog thing eventually, if things got that serious. Or so Jared thought.
A year and eight months into dating Jensen, he’s given up on that. Jensen moved into Jared’s place six months ago and has been just as soggy over living with Harley and Sadie as he was living with Danneel’s dogs.
Jared gets home from a long, long day at work to a dark house. He can hear the TV on in the bedroom, though, so he follows the noise to find Jensen propped up in bed, dozing with his glasses still on, one hand resting on Harley, curled up asleep on his side, the other sitting in the empty space Sadie vacates when she jumps down to greet Jared.
Jared crawls onto the bed, gives Jensen a soft kiss to wake him up, and Jensen rouses, slow as ever. “Hey,” he says, drawing Jared back down. “I was waiting up, I swear.”
“You were trying.” Jared grins. “Want me to chase these monsters off the bed so you can sleep?”
Jensen shrugs, but it’s obviously just to save face. “I guess they can stay if they don’t move around too much.”
Jared wraps himself around Jensen, sinking into the mattress with a sigh. He should really change out of his work clothes, but Jensen relaxes into his arms, and Jared starts to get comfortable.
When he moves closer to Jared, Jensen’s careful not to wake Harley up.
“I love you,” Jared whispers.
It’s not planned. It kind of falls out by accident, in fact. Jared honest to god cannot help it.
Jensen hums contentedly. “Love you, Jay,” he says, weighed down with sleep, and it sounds natural, like he’s said it a hundred times before. Maybe he has. In a way, maybe they both have. But Jared still really likes hearing it out loud.
Title: Finish Line
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13 for Language
Word Count: 1036
Author’s Note: Written for lady_eilthana’s prompt: “After having raised money by running 83km on one day, Misha talks Jensen into running a marathon for charity. Now, feeling like he's about to collapse, Jensen thinks this was a bad idea. And Jared's not even there to support him but doing "important stuff" instead. Great. So the last couple of kilometers (which are so much longer than the first ones, really!) are hard. But then Jensen sees Jared standing on the side, handing out drinks and cheering and making everyone feel special. And, being Jared, he has a sign saying "You're a hero". For the women there's "You're a heroine" on the other side of the sign. When Jensen comes nearer, it turns out he has a very special sign for Jensen, too. (No established relationship.)” Thanks for the PFLAG Rhino, BB! ♥
Summary: Non-AU: Misha convinces Jensen to run a marathon for charity. Jensen is regretting it until he sees what’s at the finish.
Fuck Misha Collins.
It’s hot and it’s humid and there are increasingly steep hills and Jensen is tired. He can’t think very clearly, but he knows this much: fuck Misha. Fuck him so hard. Fuck anyone who does nice things like, oh, run 83 fucking kilometers in one day for charity and makes it look so easy that suckers like Jensen actually listen when Misha spends three weeks talking about how Jensen can totally handle the L.A. Marathon, it’s only 5K!
5K is not so much when compared to 83K. But for Jensen, who maybe didn’t spend nearly enough of his hiatus time preparing for the run, it’s a longer sprint than he’d expected. The first three kilometers were no big deal, and Jensen is sure he would be fine if he could set his own pace, but trying to keep up with Roadrunner Misha is going to kill him. To make it worse, Misha keeps turning around, aiming these sorry faces at him and asking Jensen if he wants to slow down. Which, yes, he really does, but he says no because Jensen is a man and most men are morons. Jensen is no exception.
Not for the first time, he wishes Jared were here. Jared would have no problem setting his own pace, and Jensen would be the one slowing down to keep his friend company. Misha could run ahead with all of the other people who are actually qualified to be here, and Jensen could make fun of Jared for running like an elephant and pretend Jared’s sweat smells bad and not like something Jensen wants to lick.
But no no. Jared is too busy and important to help orphans or whatever this marathon donates money to. Jensen isn’t actually upset of course--it’s his show Jared’s promoting, too. He just really wishes...it just sucks is all.
He wants to quit, if he’s being honest. There’s only another kilometer left, but Jensen’s pretty sure he’s going to collapse. Of course, he’s been thinking that for 2 and a half kilometers; every time he’s seriously considering calling it a day, Jensen remembers his fans, all the people who pledged money because they actually believed he would do this. Jensen has to finish for their sakes, he knows that. He’s just not sure he won’t die if he doesn’t get a drink of water and a rest pretty soon.
Of course, it’s just as he’s thinking this that he rounds a corner and sees a drink stand. Misha starts running faster, and Jensen doesn’t bother trying to keep up. Hopefully Misha will wait for him by the checkpoint. If not, Jensen is going to like his cup of water way more than he likes Misha right now, anyway.
There’s only one cheerleader standing by the table, which makes Jensen chuckle. There were at least four at the first few checkpoints, but the number of people willing to wait around in the sun has dropped off dramatically as the race has dragged on. This poor asshole, though, he’s trying to make up for the lack of support. He’s got a sign, Jensen’s not close enough to read it, but he keeps flipping it as different people run by, and he looks a lot like...
The guy lets out a booming whoop and high fives a lady as she passes him, and Jensen thinks he’s hallucinating until Misha stops next to Jared, taking a cup from his hand. Jensen watches them talk for a few seconds, all the while Jared watches the runners and keeps switching his sign. One side reads “You’re a hero” and the back, Jensen notices as another woman passes by, flips to say “You’re a heroine.”
It’s so cheesy and so Jared that Jensen’s kind of surprised he didn’t think of it.
Misha must ask a question because Jared nods, turns around and picks something behind the water table up enough for Misha to lean over and look at it. He smiles and claps Jared on the back, then glances back to where Jensen’s still a few feet away, hurrying to join the fun. Instead of waiting, Misha puts his cup down and takes off again, and Jensen has about thirty seconds to get really pissed before Jared smiles at him and turns around to pick up whatever he’d just shown Misha.
It’s another sign, and only one side is written on. Jared stands with the blank side facing out as Jensen approaches.
“You faked an interview to get out of this, you dick?” Jensen asks through gasps when he reaches the table and takes a cup.
Jared smiles awkwardly. “Almost there, Jen,” he says. “I’m proud of you.”
“Like that’ll make my legs hurt less,” Jensen grumbles, dumping another cup of water over his head before reaching for one last drink. “I’m gonna kick your ass when this is over and I can walk again.”
Jared laughs, but it seems forced, and then he looks at Jensen really closely. “This, uh. I wanted to. You did something scary today, so I’m gonna do something scary, too.”
Jensen raises an eyebrow, and Jared takes a step back, finally turning the sign over.
“I love you,” it says, in plain black and white. Jensen’s mouth drops open, he re-reads it six times before looking up at Jared. Jared’s not quite meeting his eyes, he looks bright red and Jensen’s pretty sure it’s not the heat.
“Jared?” he asks.
Jared shrugs. “I’m operating under the hope that this will give you a little boost to finish?” He smiles, but it’s strained. “Or, you know, if you run from me, at least you’ll run to the finish line.”
Jensen’s instinct is to reach up and kiss him, but they’re in public, and there’s press, and bad idea. In fact, Jared holding this sign at all is a bad idea right now, but the people who pass are too focused on their running to notice it. Jensen tries to talk, but Jared switches his sign out and shakes his head.
“Finish the race, Jensen. I’ll be there when you’re done, we can talk about it after.”
The last kilometer is the easiest.
Title: Escalation
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13 for Language
Word Count: 463
Author’s Note: Written for wutendeskind’s prompt: “J2 non-AU, written on the body.” Thanks for making maps out of my dreams, you perfect thing, you.
Summary: Non-AU: It’s not a big deal, at first. But, like pretty much everything involving Jared, it gets out of hand fast.
It’s not a big deal, at first.
Jensen is having a stressful week. He has a lot of stressful weeks, but this is the sixth consecutive one, and Jensen is maybe not 100% there on set for a few days. He fudges his lines more times than usual, and, while the gag reel is definitely going to benefit from it, everyone on set is starting to get exasperated. Not Jared, of course. Jared understands, because that’s just what Jared does.
Dean is having some fight with Castiel, Sam standing out of frame, and Jensen forgets his line again. Everyone sighs, the director calls cut, and Jensen looks to Jared for support, because he knows that’s the only place he’ll get it. Jared holds up a hand and written across his palm is Jensen’s next line. Jensen reads it over; it’s enough to refresh him for the whole scene. It’s just another bullshit nice thing Jared does for Jensen.
Next week, though, Jensen’s had some time to relax, and he was extra careful studying his script over the weekend. He’s solid on his lines, determined not to screw up once all week to make up for lost time. But as soon as they’re shooting a scene where Jared is standing out of frame, Jared holds his palm out again. Instead of being helpful this time, all it says is, “I fucked up your take! :D” and Jensen cracks up just as the cameras start rolling. It’s just another bullshit dick move Jared pulls on set so things don’t get boring.
But that doesn’t mean Jensen can just let it slide. He’s a mature guy and all, but watching Jared go through half of Saturday before someone asks him why there’s a cock drawn on his face? That’s too good to pass up. Anyway, it’s justice--Jared started it.
The pranks escalate, like all pranks between them do, and Jensen learns to double check himself for doodles, song lyrics, inappropriate language before going outside. Jared must learn the same, because most of the masterpieces Jensen scrawls onto Jared while he sleeps don’t make it past the morning shower.
And since neither of them will admit defeat and no one will let it go, it becomes so regular between them they don’t even really realize they’re doing it after a while. Jared gets distracted during TV shows and keeps his hands busy writing quotes on whichever of Jensen’s limbs is closest. Jensen even manages to make it useful--Jared’s forearm makes a great shopping list, and it’s a lot harder to forget Jared at home (as much as Jensen would like to some days).
And maybe Jensen’s only pretending to be annoyed about the heart Jared draws on his thigh every evening, but nobody has to know that.
Title: On Hiatus
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: G
Word Count: 195
Author’s Note: Written for chewysun’s prompt: “J2, waking up together on a day when they don't have anything else to do except CUDDLE AND BE HAPPY.” I’m sorry I missed the actual day, but happy belated birthday, boo! I hope it was great.
Summary: Non-AU: Jensen’s pretty sure Jared has never before in his life gotten back into bed after getting out, but he wraps around Jensen and starts to settle nonetheless.
“I’m late, aren’t I?” Jensen asks, lifting his head from his pillow. “I’m late and you’re here to tell me so and ruin all my happiness.”
Jared laughs from the end of the bed. The dogs jump up and flop down in their usual places, and Jensen recognizes the way they’re trying to regain their breath after a morning run. Jared’s in his track pants and a t-shirt, and yeah. That usually means Jensen is out of time.
“Nah,” says Jared. He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it on the floor.
“Not wanted on set?”
“Jensen, it’s hiatus.”
Oh, right. Jensen just needs his coffee. “Press event to get prepped for?”
Jared shakes his head and does something so beautiful, Jensen kind of doesn’t believe it’s real. He’s pretty sure Jared has never before in his life gotten back into bed after getting out, but he wraps around Jensen and starts to settle nonetheless.
“Nowhere to be,” he says warmly. “Wanna sleep a little longer?”
Jensen “mmm”s in response, and Jared laughs lightly behind him. “Five more minutes,” he says, but Jensen has every intention of staying in bed much longer.
Title: With a Mouth Like This
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13 for Language and Sexual Suggestion
Word Count: 344
Author’s Note: Written for swan_bite’s prompt: “AU J2 meet at the Toronto Slut Rally.” Thank you so much for the AIDS v-gift, BB.
Summary: AU: Jared and Jensen meet at the Toronto Slut Rally.
“With a mouth like this, I must be a slut.” The words are written in bright rainbow colors--complete with glitter and a giant cartoon of a mouth sucking a Popsicle.
Jared’s favorite thing about going to rallies has always been the signs, and this one makes him laugh before he even knows who’s holding it. He has to get closer, figures the joke will be funnier if he sees the aforementioned mouth.
It’s crowded, though. At first Jared thinks it’s this amazingly hot red head holding it, but she flails her arms and there’s no sign in them, so Jared gets close enough to see who she’s talking to. It’s a guy holding the sign, and holy shit. Okay, so Jared knows the point of the sign is that it’s not true...but the world is really missing out if that guy isn’t at least a little slutty. Because, like Jared said before, holy shit. That mouth really was made to suck cock.
The girl turns and sees Jared staring and lifts an eyebrow. “Is there a problem, officer?”
Jared looks around to see who she’s talking to, and it’s not until the guy with the mouth laughs that Jared looks down and remembers his slutty police officer costume.
He coughs uncomfortably. “Sorry, I was just--I like your sign.”
The red head laughs again. “Jensen, I think he totally wants to fuck you, babe.”
Jared feels his eyes widen, but Jensen just shake his head. “Ignore Danneel,” he says. “She’s just jealous all the hot guys here like me better.”
Jared laughs. “Well, you know. We are almost all gay.”
“And slutty,” says Jensen, looking at Jared with just an edge of heat. “Bound to be a lot of eyefucking, am I right?”
“Who says I was eyefucking?” Jared asks, even though he totally was.
“What makes you think I didn’t mean me?” Jensen asks. “Those shorts don’t leave a whole lot to the imagination, officer.”
Jared smiles, takes a few steps closer, and decides he’s definitely marching next to this guy.
Note! That's it for anniversary drabbles, however, two longer fics will be forthcoming within the next few days from prompts that decided they want to talk too much.