Needs More Ducks
Wrote this a while ago, and just wanted to post it here and add it to the fanfic100 table. Have one more coming in! I also signed up for the Little J2 Non AU Challenge, I just hope I can pull it off! And I need to get some more icons back up in this bitch.
Title: Needs More Ducks
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 065. Passing.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 554
Rating: R
Warnings: Mention of blowjob?
Summary: For cherry916’s prompt in the J2 Hurt/Comfort Comment Fic Meme: While on set, Jared is distracted and doesn't duck in time thus bashing his head on a low hanging entry way. Jensen was walking right behind him and caught the whole thing. H/C obviously comes next, how seriously he injures himself is up to the author. Can be J2 or Gen I don't mind.
Jared’s not sure how he missed it. It’s the whole reason they have ducks, for crying out loud. But there he is, walking and talking at the same time, looking back behind him and laughing at something Misha’s saying to someone on the crew, and all of a sudden? BAM.
It’s probably not very manly to crumple to the ground, but Jared does, barely aware of it, because all he can focus on is the pain in his head. His hand is hovering over where it hurts the most, the exact spot where he somehow managed to slam it into the entry way. Tears spring to his eyes, the back of his head throbbing, the pain still flaring up. He touches his fingers to it and thinks he feels something wet in his hair. When he can blink and focus enough, he looks at them and sees red. Oh, great, blood.
“Jared!” Jensen’s suddenly crouched down in front of him, hands grabbing onto him, eyes searching his for a sign that he’s okay. Jared doesn’t really say anything, still pretty impaired by the blow, and then Jensen’s eyes zero in on the blood on his fingers. “Okay, take it easy, just let me see,” Jensen murmurs, immediately pulling Jared forward so he can look at the injury. His grip is firm, but he’s still gentle, trying to keep Jared calm, even though Jared can tell he’s worried.
As Jensen’s parting Jared’s hair to get a better look, the medic arrives and takes a look for him, declaring that it isn’t a deep wound, and Jared won’t need stitches. Jared eventually comes around and feels a little normal again, except for his throbbing skull. He’s asked some questions, has a light shone in his eyes, and gets told to take some pills and take it easy. Jensen promises to keep an eye on him, and Jared rolls his eyes, if only through force of habit. To be completely honest, he’s still a little worried himself, and he’s relieved to have Jensen there beside him.
“Hey,” Jensen scolds, smacking Jared’s arm. “I saw that.” Jared manages to smile a little, and Jensen smirks back, then leans in closer. “I’ll keep an eye on you in bed all night, okay?”
“Perv,” Jared mutters, but he grins, letting Jensen help him to his feet. Their hands squeeze together before letting go.
“What were you thinkin’, man?” Jensen asks, and Jared can see the downplayed fear in Jensen’s expression fade as Jensen gets that familiar spark in his eye. “That’s why we have ducks.”
Jensen points to the ground, next to where Jared had just been knocked on his ass, and there it is. A bright yellow rubber ducky, whatever had been used to hang it knocked somewhere else by his gigantic head. Ducks were hung in most low-hanging places on set to remind people (specifically Jared) to duck when approaching them. Jared kicks the duck, as if that’s some sort of revenge for his own stupidity, and actually feels some satisfaction when it squeaks.
“I know, I just…I blame Misha.”
“Attaboy,” Jensen says, patting Jared’s shoulder. “That’s what we all do. Come on.” He grabs Jared by the elbow and starts leading him away. “Let’s get you your pills and a blowjob, and then you’ll be just fine.”
Title: Needs More Ducks
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 065. Passing.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 554
Rating: R
Warnings: Mention of blowjob?
Summary: For cherry916’s prompt in the J2 Hurt/Comfort Comment Fic Meme: While on set, Jared is distracted and doesn't duck in time thus bashing his head on a low hanging entry way. Jensen was walking right behind him and caught the whole thing. H/C obviously comes next, how seriously he injures himself is up to the author. Can be J2 or Gen I don't mind.
Jared’s not sure how he missed it. It’s the whole reason they have ducks, for crying out loud. But there he is, walking and talking at the same time, looking back behind him and laughing at something Misha’s saying to someone on the crew, and all of a sudden? BAM.
It’s probably not very manly to crumple to the ground, but Jared does, barely aware of it, because all he can focus on is the pain in his head. His hand is hovering over where it hurts the most, the exact spot where he somehow managed to slam it into the entry way. Tears spring to his eyes, the back of his head throbbing, the pain still flaring up. He touches his fingers to it and thinks he feels something wet in his hair. When he can blink and focus enough, he looks at them and sees red. Oh, great, blood.
“Jared!” Jensen’s suddenly crouched down in front of him, hands grabbing onto him, eyes searching his for a sign that he’s okay. Jared doesn’t really say anything, still pretty impaired by the blow, and then Jensen’s eyes zero in on the blood on his fingers. “Okay, take it easy, just let me see,” Jensen murmurs, immediately pulling Jared forward so he can look at the injury. His grip is firm, but he’s still gentle, trying to keep Jared calm, even though Jared can tell he’s worried.
As Jensen’s parting Jared’s hair to get a better look, the medic arrives and takes a look for him, declaring that it isn’t a deep wound, and Jared won’t need stitches. Jared eventually comes around and feels a little normal again, except for his throbbing skull. He’s asked some questions, has a light shone in his eyes, and gets told to take some pills and take it easy. Jensen promises to keep an eye on him, and Jared rolls his eyes, if only through force of habit. To be completely honest, he’s still a little worried himself, and he’s relieved to have Jensen there beside him.
“Hey,” Jensen scolds, smacking Jared’s arm. “I saw that.” Jared manages to smile a little, and Jensen smirks back, then leans in closer. “I’ll keep an eye on you in bed all night, okay?”
“Perv,” Jared mutters, but he grins, letting Jensen help him to his feet. Their hands squeeze together before letting go.
“What were you thinkin’, man?” Jensen asks, and Jared can see the downplayed fear in Jensen’s expression fade as Jensen gets that familiar spark in his eye. “That’s why we have ducks.”
Jensen points to the ground, next to where Jared had just been knocked on his ass, and there it is. A bright yellow rubber ducky, whatever had been used to hang it knocked somewhere else by his gigantic head. Ducks were hung in most low-hanging places on set to remind people (specifically Jared) to duck when approaching them. Jared kicks the duck, as if that’s some sort of revenge for his own stupidity, and actually feels some satisfaction when it squeaks.
“I know, I just…I blame Misha.”
“Attaboy,” Jensen says, patting Jared’s shoulder. “That’s what we all do. Come on.” He grabs Jared by the elbow and starts leading him away. “Let’s get you your pills and a blowjob, and then you’ll be just fine.”