The Sweet Taste of Fake Blood
Because even I need some ridiculous schmoop right about now...
Title: The Sweet Taste of Fake Blood
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 039. Taste.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 768
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Schmoop!
Summary: Jared suffers through filming the end of 5x22 with Jensen's barely recognizable face.
Author's Notes: I don't even know, I just had a bunch of fic ideas when 5x22 happened, and I have at least one more on the way, lol.
“Wow.”
Jared stares as Jensen walks towards him, having just had his face worked over by the makeup and effects teams. They’ve both seen a lot happen to each other on this show, but this…Jared’s never seen Jensen like this. It’s more than a little disturbing, but Jensen says nothing about it. He merely strolls past Jared and heads for the Impala. Jared just nods, more to himself than to anyone else. They can talk or joke about it later, but it’s there for a reason now.
He joins Jensen at the Impala, and it’s easy for him to slip into character. As horrific as the makeup is, it helps. That face is pleasure for Lucifer and horror for Sam. It’s still a bit difficult, but Jared does what he’s grown accustomed to, which is file his own reactions and emotions away for when the scene is called. And when it is, it all hits him, how strange and terrible it feels, keeping a broken and bloodied Jensen shoved up against the Impala. He realizes how much it tore through him, the emotion that Jensen pushed into Dean. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you. He’s blown away, as always, by Jensen’s passion and talent. And he can’t stand it for another moment.
“Thank God that’s over,” Jared says, offering a hand to Jensen, who takes it and hauls himself up. Jensen isn’t done with this yet, but Jared needs for something else to happen, for Jensen to be Jensen again, even if his look hasn’t changed. He smirks, trying to lighten the mood. “You look like a wreck.”
“I know.” Jensen rolls his shoulders and stretches his arms a bit, and Jared can tell when he tries to smile, even if it’s hidden by the makeup. “I’m too sexy for my face.”
Jared laughs, easing up a little. “Yeah, right.”
Jensen keeps it up, stepping closer and getting in Jared’s face, which is just awful, really. “Come on, Jay,” Jensen breathes, his good eye playfully dark and suggestive. “You tellin’ me you wouldn’t hit this?” He steps back and gestures to his own body, and Jared cracks up.
“Jesus Christ, Jensen,” he laughs, one arm curling over his stomach as he bends forward a bit. “Just…There’s no way you can make that face look sexy.”
Jensen’s shoulders drop, then lift and stiffen, a sure sign that he’s offended. Or, in this case, that he’s messing with Jared even more. “Yeah, okay,” he says, voice hard. “I see how it is. You only want me when I’m pretty.”
He says it on purpose, and Jared only laughs harder, especially when Jensen turns dramatically and storms off. Jared hears other people laughing, and he looks around at the crew. It’s funny how that happens sometimes. He knows that the crew is there, obviously, and he loves them all. But there are still times when he forgets that they’re all standing there watching; times when it feels like it’s just him and Jensen, and no one else. He looks at Shannon, who pouts and points at Jensen, and he chuckles, running after him.
“Hey! You!” Jared calls, catching up with Jensen and grabbing his arm, spinning him around. He’s met by that face again, and it still throws him a bit, but he moves past it. He grins and cups Jensen’s barely recognizable face in his hands. “I wasn’t done with you yet.”
He kisses Jensen, hard and demanding, and most of what he tastes is the corn syrup of fake blood, which will have to be replaced. It’s off, and it’s odd, with the way Jensen’s all swollen and out of proportion, but Jared presses on anyway, tongue delving into Jensen’s mouth, taking what he can. Jensen responds as well as he can through it all, and it’s awkward and far from perfect, but it doesn’t make Jared’s heart skip any less. When he pulls back, Jensen’s hands are at his shoulder and his waist. His good eye is still closed, and Jared watches it open and grins at the sight of it, green and bright.
“I’d hit it,” Jared says proudly, lifting his chin in the air. He tilts Jensen’s face up more, still grinning. “Even if your face was broken.”
Jensen punches him and pushes him away, walking back towards the cheering crew. “Dork.” He turns back, pointing first at Jared, then back at his face. “It’s your fault that this all has to be fixed now, you know.”
“Yep,” Jared says, once again able to see the smile behind the makeup. “All my fault.”
Title: The Sweet Taste of Fake Blood
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 039. Taste.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 768
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Schmoop!
Summary: Jared suffers through filming the end of 5x22 with Jensen's barely recognizable face.
Author's Notes: I don't even know, I just had a bunch of fic ideas when 5x22 happened, and I have at least one more on the way, lol.
“Wow.”
Jared stares as Jensen walks towards him, having just had his face worked over by the makeup and effects teams. They’ve both seen a lot happen to each other on this show, but this…Jared’s never seen Jensen like this. It’s more than a little disturbing, but Jensen says nothing about it. He merely strolls past Jared and heads for the Impala. Jared just nods, more to himself than to anyone else. They can talk or joke about it later, but it’s there for a reason now.
He joins Jensen at the Impala, and it’s easy for him to slip into character. As horrific as the makeup is, it helps. That face is pleasure for Lucifer and horror for Sam. It’s still a bit difficult, but Jared does what he’s grown accustomed to, which is file his own reactions and emotions away for when the scene is called. And when it is, it all hits him, how strange and terrible it feels, keeping a broken and bloodied Jensen shoved up against the Impala. He realizes how much it tore through him, the emotion that Jensen pushed into Dean. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you. He’s blown away, as always, by Jensen’s passion and talent. And he can’t stand it for another moment.
“Thank God that’s over,” Jared says, offering a hand to Jensen, who takes it and hauls himself up. Jensen isn’t done with this yet, but Jared needs for something else to happen, for Jensen to be Jensen again, even if his look hasn’t changed. He smirks, trying to lighten the mood. “You look like a wreck.”
“I know.” Jensen rolls his shoulders and stretches his arms a bit, and Jared can tell when he tries to smile, even if it’s hidden by the makeup. “I’m too sexy for my face.”
Jared laughs, easing up a little. “Yeah, right.”
Jensen keeps it up, stepping closer and getting in Jared’s face, which is just awful, really. “Come on, Jay,” Jensen breathes, his good eye playfully dark and suggestive. “You tellin’ me you wouldn’t hit this?” He steps back and gestures to his own body, and Jared cracks up.
“Jesus Christ, Jensen,” he laughs, one arm curling over his stomach as he bends forward a bit. “Just…There’s no way you can make that face look sexy.”
Jensen’s shoulders drop, then lift and stiffen, a sure sign that he’s offended. Or, in this case, that he’s messing with Jared even more. “Yeah, okay,” he says, voice hard. “I see how it is. You only want me when I’m pretty.”
He says it on purpose, and Jared only laughs harder, especially when Jensen turns dramatically and storms off. Jared hears other people laughing, and he looks around at the crew. It’s funny how that happens sometimes. He knows that the crew is there, obviously, and he loves them all. But there are still times when he forgets that they’re all standing there watching; times when it feels like it’s just him and Jensen, and no one else. He looks at Shannon, who pouts and points at Jensen, and he chuckles, running after him.
“Hey! You!” Jared calls, catching up with Jensen and grabbing his arm, spinning him around. He’s met by that face again, and it still throws him a bit, but he moves past it. He grins and cups Jensen’s barely recognizable face in his hands. “I wasn’t done with you yet.”
He kisses Jensen, hard and demanding, and most of what he tastes is the corn syrup of fake blood, which will have to be replaced. It’s off, and it’s odd, with the way Jensen’s all swollen and out of proportion, but Jared presses on anyway, tongue delving into Jensen’s mouth, taking what he can. Jensen responds as well as he can through it all, and it’s awkward and far from perfect, but it doesn’t make Jared’s heart skip any less. When he pulls back, Jensen’s hands are at his shoulder and his waist. His good eye is still closed, and Jared watches it open and grins at the sight of it, green and bright.
“I’d hit it,” Jared says proudly, lifting his chin in the air. He tilts Jensen’s face up more, still grinning. “Even if your face was broken.”
Jensen punches him and pushes him away, walking back towards the cheering crew. “Dork.” He turns back, pointing first at Jared, then back at his face. “It’s your fault that this all has to be fixed now, you know.”
“Yep,” Jared says, once again able to see the smile behind the makeup. “All my fault.”