Real Person Fic - CW: Swallowing Punch [Slow Show!Verse Timestamp]
Title: Swallowing Punch
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13 for Language and Sexual Suggestion
Word Count: 1,119
Author’s Note: One year anniversary timestamp to my spn_j2_bigbang from last year, Slow Show. This was written because feathertofly and slothy_girl both asked for it when I was taking drabble requests. When further prodded for a prompt, Cass said she wanted neurotic Jensen and, since I know girl loves her kidfic, this is what came out. It's not actual kidfic, but boys have a baby, and clearly that's all that matters. I also have to give credit to my artist for this verse, marciaelena, because it was while we were working together and sending each other cracky emails that she proposed a bunch of timestamps of various holidays in their lives involving cookies. Title stolen from Slow Show by The National. No beta for this, forgive me if it sucks. This is set after Slow Show and before Underneath the Mistletoe, though it should be able to somewhat make sense on its own (take for granted that Jared and Jensen are together in the future and have a kid).
Summary: Non-AU Slow Show!Verse: Jensen is silently freaking out about his son's first birthday party. Jared helps.
He's only been missing for ten minutes. The party is running smoothly, smooth enough for Jensen to slip away for some breathing time, because right now the only thing going wrong is the panic attack buzzing just below his skin.
He made it through the meet-and-greet with all the parents and did a decent job of hanging around making small talk, cooing over the other kids, and keeping the food and beverages stocked for the adults. Nothing has been lost, damaged, or broken, and he's pretty sure it's about as much fun as a one-year-old's birthday party is supposed to be.
He didn't think anyone would notice his absence, but when he hears the front door swing open behind him, he doesn’t have to wonder who it is.
"Scoot over," says Jared's voice from what seems like ten feet over Jensen's head. He kicks lightly at Jensen's side, and Jensen looks up to see Jared's face obscured by a plate he's holding in one hand.
"Aren't you supposed to be watching Jake?" Jensen asks. He lowers his hand from his mouth, hoping Jared didn’t see him biting his nails.
"Genevieve's got him," Jared says. "She's working on setting him up with Natalie."
Jensen watches Jared sit and eyes the animal face cookies on the plate he brought. "Don't you think one year is a little early to be marrying off our kids?"
"Well, Nat is two and a half," Jared explains.
"Ah," says Jensen. "I guess that makes it okay then."
Jensen grabs a cookie off the plate and Jared smiles, stretching his other hand out. Jensen's focus had been on the food, so he hadn't noticed the cup of milk in Jared's other hand.
Jensen accepts it, trying to keep his smile in check. "Got anything a little stronger?" he asks.
"I think there's some whole milk buried in the back of the fridge, but it's probably gone bad."
"I was thinking more along the line of Jack Daniels," Jensen says, taking a bite from his cookie and then washing it down.
Jared laughs softly. "Only 20 more birthdays to go before that's acceptable party behavior."
"Shoot me," Jensen mutters. He sets his milk down on the stair below the one he's sitting on and steals the plate of cookies from Jared. "Why did we think a kid was a good idea again?"
"Aw, come on. It's not that bad." Jared grins. "I'm pretty sure some of the single moms were into you, you could make a killing." Jensen looks up from the plate, and Jared stares at his mouth for a moment before his lips quirk up. "Unless you go back to the yard with a whole cookie shoved in there. No one could love you like this."
"You love me," he says with a full mouth before leaning in to give Jared a peck.
Jared wipes crumbs off his cheek. "Like I said. Unlovable."
"How'd you know I'd be here, anyway?" Jensen asks once he's swallowed. "I thought this was a really clever hiding place."
"You're on the stoop outside our front door, Jensen," Jared says. "You're the first thing anyone driving in will see."
"Yeah, but everyone's here already. Only troublemakers go poking around a house when the party is outside." He lets his knees bump Jared's.
"It's my house," Jared points out. "And I was looking for you. Troublemaker."
Jensen grins. They sit quietly for a few minutes while Jensen chews and pretends not to feel Jared watching him.
"Okay, you gonna tell me what's wrong now?"
Jensen glances over. "Nothing's wrong. Why should something be wrong?"
"Because you're hiding from small children and you're obviously stressing."
"I'm not stressing," Jensen lies as he rips one M&M eye off a Rice Krispie cat's head.
Jared grabs his hand and inspects Jensen's nails, 'hmm'ing his disapproval before letting go. "You know there's no way Jake's gonna remember his first birthday, right? He will not be traumatized if there is not enough punch and chips to go around."
"I know that," Jensen snaps. "Everyone knows the first birthday isn't about the kid, Jared."
"What is it about, then?" Jared asks indulgently, resting one hand on Jensen's thigh.
"The parents. I just-what if we screw something up? First impressions are important. We'll forever be labeled as those parents."
Jared raises an eyebrow. "Which ones?"
"You know, the ones who're always late to everything and don't join the PTA and are forever whispered about behind their backs."
Jared laughs. "Dude, we're the two gay dudes who used to be on the television show where Lucifer was a recurring character."
Jensen chokes up as it hits him. "Oh my God," he says. "We already are those parents."
Jared grins, snatching the last cookie off Jensen's plate and taking a bite. "Nowhere to go but up."
"Our son is going to hate us!"
"My parents were those parents," Jared says. "Look how I turned out."
Jensen lets his head fall into his hands, groaning dramatically. Jared shoves at his side, and Jensen feels the slightest bit better. Jared squeezes his thigh, forcing him to look up.
"Hey, it's a good party," Jared says. "I'm sure you've impressed them. For a heathen."
"You're a heathen," Jensen shoots back.
Jared shakes his head, face amused by the response but apparently too mature to take the bait. "Gen offered to watch Jake tonight. She needs us to babysit next week, so…" Jared smiles slowly, leans in a bit. "I was thinking we should take her up on it. Work out some of that tension you've got going on."
Jensen closes his eyes and lets Jared's dark tone sink into his bones. "Yeah," he says quietly. "Yeah, that sounds good."
"Good," says Jared, slapping his thigh as he gets up. "Now you have something to look forward to. So get up and quit moping, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah." Jensen accepts the hand Jared offers and dusts off the back of his jeans.
"Don't think I can't feel you still trying to pout," Jared calls over his shoulder as he enters the house, and Jensen just shakes his head. He gave up on trying to figure out how Jared always knows without looking a long, long time ago. "It'll be fine, Jensen."
Jensen smiles, because yeah, it probably will be. Not that that'll stop him from worrying. "Best party ever," he tells Jared with false bravado. "Until next year."
Jared stops and turns back to look at him, smiling. He waits until Jensen catches up, cupping his face with two hands and leaning in for a slow press of lips on lips. "Let's just cut the cake and get these people out of our yard."
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Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13 for Language and Sexual Suggestion
Word Count: 1,119
Author’s Note: One year anniversary timestamp to my spn_j2_bigbang from last year, Slow Show. This was written because feathertofly and slothy_girl both asked for it when I was taking drabble requests. When further prodded for a prompt, Cass said she wanted neurotic Jensen and, since I know girl loves her kidfic, this is what came out. It's not actual kidfic, but boys have a baby, and clearly that's all that matters. I also have to give credit to my artist for this verse, marciaelena, because it was while we were working together and sending each other cracky emails that she proposed a bunch of timestamps of various holidays in their lives involving cookies. Title stolen from Slow Show by The National. No beta for this, forgive me if it sucks. This is set after Slow Show and before Underneath the Mistletoe, though it should be able to somewhat make sense on its own (take for granted that Jared and Jensen are together in the future and have a kid).
Summary: Non-AU Slow Show!Verse: Jensen is silently freaking out about his son's first birthday party. Jared helps.
He's only been missing for ten minutes. The party is running smoothly, smooth enough for Jensen to slip away for some breathing time, because right now the only thing going wrong is the panic attack buzzing just below his skin.
He made it through the meet-and-greet with all the parents and did a decent job of hanging around making small talk, cooing over the other kids, and keeping the food and beverages stocked for the adults. Nothing has been lost, damaged, or broken, and he's pretty sure it's about as much fun as a one-year-old's birthday party is supposed to be.
He didn't think anyone would notice his absence, but when he hears the front door swing open behind him, he doesn’t have to wonder who it is.
"Scoot over," says Jared's voice from what seems like ten feet over Jensen's head. He kicks lightly at Jensen's side, and Jensen looks up to see Jared's face obscured by a plate he's holding in one hand.
"Aren't you supposed to be watching Jake?" Jensen asks. He lowers his hand from his mouth, hoping Jared didn’t see him biting his nails.
"Genevieve's got him," Jared says. "She's working on setting him up with Natalie."
Jensen watches Jared sit and eyes the animal face cookies on the plate he brought. "Don't you think one year is a little early to be marrying off our kids?"
"Well, Nat is two and a half," Jared explains.
"Ah," says Jensen. "I guess that makes it okay then."
Jensen grabs a cookie off the plate and Jared smiles, stretching his other hand out. Jensen's focus had been on the food, so he hadn't noticed the cup of milk in Jared's other hand.
Jensen accepts it, trying to keep his smile in check. "Got anything a little stronger?" he asks.
"I think there's some whole milk buried in the back of the fridge, but it's probably gone bad."
"I was thinking more along the line of Jack Daniels," Jensen says, taking a bite from his cookie and then washing it down.
Jared laughs softly. "Only 20 more birthdays to go before that's acceptable party behavior."
"Shoot me," Jensen mutters. He sets his milk down on the stair below the one he's sitting on and steals the plate of cookies from Jared. "Why did we think a kid was a good idea again?"
"Aw, come on. It's not that bad." Jared grins. "I'm pretty sure some of the single moms were into you, you could make a killing." Jensen looks up from the plate, and Jared stares at his mouth for a moment before his lips quirk up. "Unless you go back to the yard with a whole cookie shoved in there. No one could love you like this."
"You love me," he says with a full mouth before leaning in to give Jared a peck.
Jared wipes crumbs off his cheek. "Like I said. Unlovable."
"How'd you know I'd be here, anyway?" Jensen asks once he's swallowed. "I thought this was a really clever hiding place."
"You're on the stoop outside our front door, Jensen," Jared says. "You're the first thing anyone driving in will see."
"Yeah, but everyone's here already. Only troublemakers go poking around a house when the party is outside." He lets his knees bump Jared's.
"It's my house," Jared points out. "And I was looking for you. Troublemaker."
Jensen grins. They sit quietly for a few minutes while Jensen chews and pretends not to feel Jared watching him.
"Okay, you gonna tell me what's wrong now?"
Jensen glances over. "Nothing's wrong. Why should something be wrong?"
"Because you're hiding from small children and you're obviously stressing."
"I'm not stressing," Jensen lies as he rips one M&M eye off a Rice Krispie cat's head.
Jared grabs his hand and inspects Jensen's nails, 'hmm'ing his disapproval before letting go. "You know there's no way Jake's gonna remember his first birthday, right? He will not be traumatized if there is not enough punch and chips to go around."
"I know that," Jensen snaps. "Everyone knows the first birthday isn't about the kid, Jared."
"What is it about, then?" Jared asks indulgently, resting one hand on Jensen's thigh.
"The parents. I just-what if we screw something up? First impressions are important. We'll forever be labeled as those parents."
Jared raises an eyebrow. "Which ones?"
"You know, the ones who're always late to everything and don't join the PTA and are forever whispered about behind their backs."
Jared laughs. "Dude, we're the two gay dudes who used to be on the television show where Lucifer was a recurring character."
Jensen chokes up as it hits him. "Oh my God," he says. "We already are those parents."
Jared grins, snatching the last cookie off Jensen's plate and taking a bite. "Nowhere to go but up."
"Our son is going to hate us!"
"My parents were those parents," Jared says. "Look how I turned out."
Jensen lets his head fall into his hands, groaning dramatically. Jared shoves at his side, and Jensen feels the slightest bit better. Jared squeezes his thigh, forcing him to look up.
"Hey, it's a good party," Jared says. "I'm sure you've impressed them. For a heathen."
"You're a heathen," Jensen shoots back.
Jared shakes his head, face amused by the response but apparently too mature to take the bait. "Gen offered to watch Jake tonight. She needs us to babysit next week, so…" Jared smiles slowly, leans in a bit. "I was thinking we should take her up on it. Work out some of that tension you've got going on."
Jensen closes his eyes and lets Jared's dark tone sink into his bones. "Yeah," he says quietly. "Yeah, that sounds good."
"Good," says Jared, slapping his thigh as he gets up. "Now you have something to look forward to. So get up and quit moping, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah." Jensen accepts the hand Jared offers and dusts off the back of his jeans.
"Don't think I can't feel you still trying to pout," Jared calls over his shoulder as he enters the house, and Jensen just shakes his head. He gave up on trying to figure out how Jared always knows without looking a long, long time ago. "It'll be fine, Jensen."
Jensen smiles, because yeah, it probably will be. Not that that'll stop him from worrying. "Best party ever," he tells Jared with false bravado. "Until next year."
Jared stops and turns back to look at him, smiling. He waits until Jensen catches up, cupping his face with two hands and leaning in for a slow press of lips on lips. "Let's just cut the cake and get these people out of our yard."
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