I fell through a chair and got a black a blue on my leg. Some teasing about my clumsy self with J.A would be nice if you find the idea interesting! 🖤

Aww Anon I loved this idea, mainly because I am a very clumsy person too 😂 so thank you again for trusting me with this 🥰 I hope this is to your liking ☺️

Jensen ackles x Y/n

No warnings needed and for obvious reasons Jensen is single in this fic

Y/n had been looking forward to her first day on set with Jensen Ackles ever since she landed the role. It was a dream come true, but nerves quickly morphed into a traitorous mix of clumsiness and embarrassment. From tripping over cables to almost knocking over a light stand, Y/n seemed to be attracting disasters like magnets attract metal.

Jensen had noticed, of course. He wasn’t the type to ignore anything amusing. His teasing began innocently enough. “Careful, Y/n. Those cables don’t bite, but if they did, I’d keep you in my prayers.” Then it escalated to a running commentary. “You know, the crew might start charging you for damages soon.”

Despite the teasing, Jensen’s playful charm softened every blow. Y/n wasn’t sure whether she wanted to hide in shame or laugh along, and her heart fluttered in confusion every time Jensen's dimpled grin lit up the room.

The real spectacle came during a break. Y/n was perched precariously on a chair as she reached for a script left on a shelf, oblivious to the questionable stability of her chosen perch. Jensen stood nearby, chatting with a crew member, but his sharp gaze flicked to Y/n just in time to catch her teetering dangerously.

“Whoa—Y/n!” Jensen dropped his conversation mid-laugh and lunged forward just as the chair gave way beneath her. His arms locked around her waist, pulling her safely into his chest. She gasped as the world tilted, her heart pounding like a drum, but all she could feel was Jensen’s steady hold and the warmth of his presence.

Their eyes met. For a moment, the bustling set melted away. The teasing sparkle in Jensen’s eyes shifted to something softer, something that carried the weight of unspoken words. Y/n’s cheeks flushed a furious red, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away.

“Well,” Jensen said after an eternity, his voice low but amused. “If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask. No need for the death-defying stunts.”

Y/n let out an awkward laugh, her hands still clutching his jacket. “It wasn’t intentional, I swear.”

“I think I believe you,” Jensen said, but the smirk tugging at his lips said otherwise. “At least now I know you’re safe—right where I can catch you.”

The sound of someone calling Jensen’s name snapped them out of their moment, but the feeling lingered. As Jensen let go, his fingertips brushed her arm lightly, leaving her with a tingling sensation she couldn’t ignore.

From that day on, the teasing didn’t stop, but it felt different—more personal, filled with inside jokes only the two of them shared. And every time Jensen looked at her, Y/n found herself wondering if he felt it too—the unspoken connection that had come to life with one clumsy, heart-stopping fall.

Y/n’s on-set clumsiness had become a running joke, endearing her to the cast and crew. But one day, the laughter turned into gasps when a particularly risky move went wrong. While filming a scene that required running across a slick surface, Y/n slipped, tumbling hard. The sound of her impact echoed, silencing the bustling set.

“Y/n!” Jensen’s voice cut through the stunned quiet as he sprinted to her side, dropping to his knees. Her eyes fluttered, unfocused, and Jensen’s chest tightened at the sight of blood trickling from a cut on her forehead.

“Call an ambulance!” he barked, his usual laid-back demeanor replaced by raw urgency. His hands trembled slightly as he cradled her head, murmuring reassurances even as his heart raced.

The ride to the hospital felt like an eternity. Jensen refused to leave her side, gripping her hand as though his presence alone could anchor her to consciousness. When they arrived, the doctors ushered him out to tend to her. Left to pace the sterile hallway, Jensen replayed the accident in his mind, guilt gnawing at him. He should have noticed the slick floor, should have warned her, should have—

“She’s stable,” a nurse finally informed him, breaking his spiral of self-recrimination. “You can see her, but she’s sedated and may not wake up for a while.”

Jensen slipped into her room, the beeping of monitors a stark contrast to the lively energy that usually surrounded Y/n. Her pale face and bandaged forehead made his heart ache. He sat beside her, taking her hand in his once more.

“You’ve really outdone yourself this time, huh?” he murmured, attempting a weak smile. But the humor faded quickly, replaced by a seriousness he could no longer suppress. “You scared the hell out of me, Y/n.”

He hesitated, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “I don’t think I can keep pretending this is just... fun and games. You mean so much to me. More than I can explain. And seeing you like this... I realize I can’t lose you. I—I love you.”

Jensen exhaled shakily, his words hanging in the air. Believing her to be sound asleep, he let the moment carry his unguarded confession.

Except Y/n wasn’t entirely asleep. The sedative left her groggy, but she had heard enough for her heart to leap in ways the medication couldn’t suppress.

“Jensen...” Her voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to snap his head up in disbelief.

“Y/n? You’re awake?” His wide eyes searched hers, hope mingling with panic. “How much did you...?”

“Enough,” she murmured, a faint smile tugging at her lips despite the pain. “You’re not exactly subtle.”

A laugh bubbled out of him, part relief, part embarrassment. “Guess I’m not, am I?”

Summoning her strength, Y/n squeezed his hand. “I love you too, Jensen.”

The weight of her words seemed to lift something heavy from his chest. He leaned closer, his forehead gently resting against hers, careful of her bandages. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to hear that.”

“Probably about as long as I’ve been wanting to say it,” Y/n replied, her voice soft but steady.

In that quiet hospital room, surrounded by the hum of monitors and the faint scent of antiseptic, the playful teasing and hidden glances finally gave way to something real. And for Jensen and Y/n, it felt like the beginning of something they’d both been waiting for.

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Hope you’re well! You are so cool and never give up!-🖤

Anon, you have no idea how much I needed to see this 🥹 thank you so much 🫶🏻❤️ right back at ya ❤️