Ficlet: SoLa Land | cw rps | jensen/jared | chicagoland
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SoLa Land
Fandom: CW RPS
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Comments: A ficlet that takes place 6 months after Chicagoland. The boys move to LA.
The best thing about LA aside from the entire lack of snow and the fact that there's a Starbucks every fifty feet is that every day when Jared gets off work, he gets to go home. Not to a hotel or a studio apartment with a hotplate and a packet of ramen, but home to his house and his kids and his, well. His Jensen.
He tries to get home before dinner every night even if he has to leave again to be back on set for night shoots, but he likes to be home for dinner so he can see the girls before they go to bed. He spent four months at home with the girls while Jensen did his film and he sort of, he got used to it. To seeing them everyday, to taking care of them and knowing everything they did all day and taking them to school and hearing about their teachers and which classmates they liked and which ones they hated and which ones they (meaning Lizzie) "accidentally" poured glue on. He got used to it and now he has to get used to the other thing again-to only getting a few hours with them every day, to making time and risking pissing off his directors by having commitments outside of the films but it's his family, so. It's the most important thing he has.
His director this time out is a good guy who has a family, too, so Jared doesn't usually have a problem sneaking off at dinner time. It means battling his way down the 101 at rush hour, but then he's turning onto their quiet street and he only got cut off three times, which must be some sort of new record. A group of older kids are playing street hockey in the middle of the road and Jared waits while they move their goals out of the way, their skates rumbling on the slightly uneven pavement. "Game on!" they yell as he drives past and Jared grins to himself. They're definitely not in Chicago anymore. For one thing, none of those kids had piercings and only one of them had dyed hair. Sometimes Jared misses it-Belmont, Boystown, walking down the street in his neighborhood and seeing two guys making out on the street corner. LA isn't repressed or anything and he and Jensen are out, it's not like they aren't out here, but it doesn't feel as safe here. Boystown was just for them, it was a place they created, a space for them to be themselves and yeah, Jared misses it. But LA has other benefits.
He parks in the drive behind Jensen car-this tiny electric thing that Jared doesn't even really fit in but "there's like, zero carbon stamp!"-and before he even turns the car off, Lizzie is pelting around the side yard, shrieking her head off while Jensen chases after her with Charlie hanging onto his back, her face hidden in Jensen's neck.
"Daddy!" Lizzie yells, "Daddy, you have to save me!" and slaps her palms against the side of his car, breathing hard. Jared gets out of the car and crouches down next to her.
"Okay, kid, give me the rundown," Jared says. "What's the situation?"
"Daddy's IT," Lizzie gasps, watching Jensen with big eyes, "and if he gets me, I have to take a bath tonight." She wrinkles her nose up in disgust. Lizzie, Jared thinks, is probably the dirtiest kid he's ever known. It doesn't help that she regularly tries to eat her mud pies and thinks jam in her hair is a fashion statement.
"That would be tragic," Jared agrees. "Except…"
"Except what? Daddy, a BATH!"
"Except that I sort of promised Jensen I'd be on his team so-" and he snatches her up and holds her high above his head until she's shrieking again. Charlie sticks her tongue out and starts giggling when Jensen grabs Lizzie's leg and says, "Ha! You're it! A bath AND spinach for dinner."
Jared grins at him and sets Lizzie down while Jensen bends down to let Charlie slide off his back. They run into the house with Jensen yelling, "Take your shoes off in the hall!" after them and Jared smiles again, he can't really seem to stop. Jensen looks good, better than when Jared left this morning because he's awake now and not trying to force Jared to eat the new disgusting bran muffins made from soy flour and applesauce or whatever. Jensen's a little out of breath and he just, yeah, he looks good, and that's enough excuse for Jared.
They may not be in Boystown anymore, but it's safe here, it is, even with the kids in the road playing street hockey. It's safe here and Jared doesn't stop to think about it, just leans down and kisses him, soft and slow with the late afternoon sunlight warm on his skin, and okay, so he sounds like a total sap but really, he's good with that. He's good.
*
As a side note, writing this really makes me realize how much I love writing these particular incarnations of Jensen and Jared and how complete they feel to me. I think I have issues writing J2 in other ways, now, because these characters are so ingrained and I just like them so much. I even struggle writing them in Mannequin Fic because my head resists writing them as anything other that my Chicagoland boys. SIGH.
SoLa Land
Fandom: CW RPS
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Comments: A ficlet that takes place 6 months after Chicagoland. The boys move to LA.
The best thing about LA aside from the entire lack of snow and the fact that there's a Starbucks every fifty feet is that every day when Jared gets off work, he gets to go home. Not to a hotel or a studio apartment with a hotplate and a packet of ramen, but home to his house and his kids and his, well. His Jensen.
He tries to get home before dinner every night even if he has to leave again to be back on set for night shoots, but he likes to be home for dinner so he can see the girls before they go to bed. He spent four months at home with the girls while Jensen did his film and he sort of, he got used to it. To seeing them everyday, to taking care of them and knowing everything they did all day and taking them to school and hearing about their teachers and which classmates they liked and which ones they hated and which ones they (meaning Lizzie) "accidentally" poured glue on. He got used to it and now he has to get used to the other thing again-to only getting a few hours with them every day, to making time and risking pissing off his directors by having commitments outside of the films but it's his family, so. It's the most important thing he has.
His director this time out is a good guy who has a family, too, so Jared doesn't usually have a problem sneaking off at dinner time. It means battling his way down the 101 at rush hour, but then he's turning onto their quiet street and he only got cut off three times, which must be some sort of new record. A group of older kids are playing street hockey in the middle of the road and Jared waits while they move their goals out of the way, their skates rumbling on the slightly uneven pavement. "Game on!" they yell as he drives past and Jared grins to himself. They're definitely not in Chicago anymore. For one thing, none of those kids had piercings and only one of them had dyed hair. Sometimes Jared misses it-Belmont, Boystown, walking down the street in his neighborhood and seeing two guys making out on the street corner. LA isn't repressed or anything and he and Jensen are out, it's not like they aren't out here, but it doesn't feel as safe here. Boystown was just for them, it was a place they created, a space for them to be themselves and yeah, Jared misses it. But LA has other benefits.
He parks in the drive behind Jensen car-this tiny electric thing that Jared doesn't even really fit in but "there's like, zero carbon stamp!"-and before he even turns the car off, Lizzie is pelting around the side yard, shrieking her head off while Jensen chases after her with Charlie hanging onto his back, her face hidden in Jensen's neck.
"Daddy!" Lizzie yells, "Daddy, you have to save me!" and slaps her palms against the side of his car, breathing hard. Jared gets out of the car and crouches down next to her.
"Okay, kid, give me the rundown," Jared says. "What's the situation?"
"Daddy's IT," Lizzie gasps, watching Jensen with big eyes, "and if he gets me, I have to take a bath tonight." She wrinkles her nose up in disgust. Lizzie, Jared thinks, is probably the dirtiest kid he's ever known. It doesn't help that she regularly tries to eat her mud pies and thinks jam in her hair is a fashion statement.
"That would be tragic," Jared agrees. "Except…"
"Except what? Daddy, a BATH!"
"Except that I sort of promised Jensen I'd be on his team so-" and he snatches her up and holds her high above his head until she's shrieking again. Charlie sticks her tongue out and starts giggling when Jensen grabs Lizzie's leg and says, "Ha! You're it! A bath AND spinach for dinner."
Jared grins at him and sets Lizzie down while Jensen bends down to let Charlie slide off his back. They run into the house with Jensen yelling, "Take your shoes off in the hall!" after them and Jared smiles again, he can't really seem to stop. Jensen looks good, better than when Jared left this morning because he's awake now and not trying to force Jared to eat the new disgusting bran muffins made from soy flour and applesauce or whatever. Jensen's a little out of breath and he just, yeah, he looks good, and that's enough excuse for Jared.
They may not be in Boystown anymore, but it's safe here, it is, even with the kids in the road playing street hockey. It's safe here and Jared doesn't stop to think about it, just leans down and kisses him, soft and slow with the late afternoon sunlight warm on his skin, and okay, so he sounds like a total sap but really, he's good with that. He's good.
*
As a side note, writing this really makes me realize how much I love writing these particular incarnations of Jensen and Jared and how complete they feel to me. I think I have issues writing J2 in other ways, now, because these characters are so ingrained and I just like them so much. I even struggle writing them in Mannequin Fic because my head resists writing them as anything other that my Chicagoland boys. SIGH.