Description: Y/N is Jared's makeup tech(MUA) and is having a little trouble with applying a prosthetic to his chest, in more ways than one.

Reader Pronouns: She/her

AUs or Music? Nope to both.

"Dammit." Y/N muttered as half of the silicone fell from its place for what felt like the millionth time that day. "Jared, I am begging you to either be more careful during your stunts, or get a double. You're killing me here." He sighed apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I swear I'll be more careful in the future." The woman was already turning back to her kit and digging through as she grumbled about how he'd even managed to get cut across his chest in the exact spot where the wound needed to go. 

"How do you even get your left pec scratched by a nail? I mean it's just-ugh. Okay. We're going to have to get fancy here. Lay down." He looked at her in confusion, cocking an eyebrow, but did as she said, laying on the floor with a cushion from one of the unused chairs behind his head.

"How is this going to help exactly? Not that I mind, I just thought you'd at least take me to dinner before trying to get me on my back." He jokeded as she began painting the edges of the wound with the Spirit Gum again. Y/N blushed at the flirtation, wishing to God that she'd get used to Jared's and her's unique form of banter someday.

"Well to answer you question, hopefully with gravity helping to hold it on while it dries, the wound will stay put easier. In response to your other question, I work fast." She explained with a wink as she stuck the thin piece of rubbery plastic back on his chest. She gently but firmly placed her hands around the edges of it, holding it in place, startled when she felt Jared's chest spontaneously rise with the sharp intake of breath when she pressed onto his chest. "Sorry, am I pressing on the cut?" She asked, brow creased in concern. He shook his head as she began to pull her hands away slightly. 

"No, no, it's fine. Your hands are just a little cold is all." She chuckled lightly at this, pressing down on the silicone wound once more. 

"Well, you can blame the Canadian weather gods for that." The man laughed along with her, his chest pushing against the hands attempting to force it to stay put, a fact that Y/N was trying very hard to ignore. 

"I guess I'll have to take it up with them sometime." The two slowly lapsed into comfortable silence at this, Y/N periodically glancing up at the clock she had perched on the counter of her makeup set-up. Seemingly out of nowhere, she stood, removing her hands, and Jared flinched slightly. Y/N looked at him in passing concern. 

"You okay?" 

"Yeah, it's just, I think you got some of that glue on your hand or something." Y/N winced slightly in sympathy. 

"Yikes. I'm sorry, I didn't notice. Anyway, you can sit back down now, J. I think that did the trick." The man moved languidly back to the chair, with far more grace than one would expect for his lanky physique. Y/N turned around to face him again with a foundation that the two had already tested to find that it matched his skin tone when she first was hired. She began applying it, forcing herself to focus on what she was doing, and not how close her face was to his chest. As loathe as she was to admit it, she'd developed quite the crush on her coworker. Not that it was hard, if his ridiculously large and dedicated fan base had anything to say about it. She had decided right when she first began feeling that way that she wouldn't do anything about it, though. Jared was a coworker, one that was far more important to the show than she was. If Jared did end up returning her feelings(quite a big if, she reminded herself every time her mind turned to the subject) and their relationship didn't work out, she could end up losing her job from the awkwardness on set. She straightened up, shaking her head to banish the depressing thoughts, grabbing some red paint to put in the crevices of the wound and help the fake blood stick, then grabbed a large bottle of a homemade concoction of classic Halloween store fake blood and cherry scented dish soap. The mixture was far more realistic than anything else she'd used in the past, and the smell was something Y/N found ridiculously funny in an ironic way, especially during the one time when Jared had tasted a small amount to see if it was flavored as well. Jensen and Misha had never let him hear the end of it. As she leaned back in with an eyedropper full of the blood poised over his chest, Jared cleared his throat awkwardly. 

"Y/N?" She looked up at him, startled.

"Yeah?" 

"Your, uhm, your other hand is a little high on my thigh for me," he said with bright red cheeks. Y/N glanced down to see that without meaning to, she'd rested her hand directly on the edge of his belt, her weight dragging it down slightly. She pulled her hand back as if burned, cheeks coloring to match Jared's. She began to stutter out an apology, but Jared interrupted her. 

"If you're this desperate to get with me-"he hesitated, as if questioning if he was really about to do this."-maybe we should just go on a date after filming finishes today and see what we're working with." Y/N didn't respond for an agonizingly long moment, moving back to finish detailing the wound wordlessly. Jared's face fell. Maybe he really had been misreading the sign like Jensen thought he had been. A smile slowly stretched across Y/N's face and she suddenly stood, the fake blood bottled back up, and pecked his lips before leaving butterflies in both their stomachs, and unbeknownst to Jared, a faint red lipstick stain on his face.

"I think we should, if you think you can handle me." She walked away towards the set, internally cheering that she'd managed to pull that off. "You should get moving though, filming starts soon." She heard thumping footsteps approach her rapidly from behind, and saw Jared schlep past her in a blur, arriving on set mere minutes before filming was supposed to start. Y/N sat down with the other MUAs just in time to see Jensen point to Jared's face mockingly. 

"Did you want to know if it was cherry flavored?" He sniggered. Jared went red, furiously wiping at his face. 

"Shut up." He muttered through his sleeve as Y/N tried her best to

suppress her giggles.