#hello mr vampire you just need love and light well not light but warmth and just someone to be nice to you

[tealeavesandthorns]

// If you ever feel bad about your writing just remember the line

"I've had this knife of sadness in my heart." - made it into the movie Blade Trinity and someone thought it was both cool enough and emotional enough to remain in there....

[wrctings]

Bill Guarnere x fem!reader | Happy Halloween

happy october 31st everyone! for this imagine, i’m mixing two of my favourite things, halloween and this angry (actually soft inside) italian <3 🎃 (this is based on the character portrayed by frank john hughes, all my respect goes to the real bill guarnere and his family, which i by no means mean to disrespect). I wrote this while listening to The Yodeling Ghost by Bring Crosby and The Andrews Sisters, so that could be a nice song to read this to ❣️

October 31st, 1945 

You stopped in the kitchen doorway to a sight that coated your heart with a warmth that even the thickest of blankets couldn’t have generated. You almost didn’t want to enter the room anymore, a smile instantly lightening your features as you allowed your gaze to longer linger on the scene you had just walked in on, coming to a halt as though unwilling to shatter the moment you had just caught.

“Daddy, when are we going to go?” A little girl, no older than ten, with bright eyes fixed upon her dad’s frame, was gently tugging at the man’s shirt. 

“Soon, Y/child’s/n, soon. I swear you’re even more impatient that I am, aren’t you?” Bill shook his head but a twinkle of fondness could also easily be discerned in the man’s gaze, which briefly landed upon his daughter’s face before his attention went back to the reason why the child’s patience was wearing out. Indeed, on the table before Bill sat an emptied pumpkin — its innards and light-coloured, almond-like seeds having been set aside in a nearby bowl —, and your husband was making an effort to craftily dig into it with a knife.

“Then we’ll go?” Y/child’s/n asked hopefully, hauling herself on tiptoe to better observe Bill’s endeavour. 

“Then we’ll go,” he promised, cutting through the hardened surface of the fruit with quite a bit of struggle to form of a serrated mouth. “I swear you’re even more impatient than me, aren’t you?” he gave her a quick smile as he continued his task. Once he was done with carving such an outline, he could then push the cut-out surface out of the way, leaving a whole in the shape of a grin. ‘There you go,” Bill put the knife down, rubbing his hands together as he took a final look at his creation, then seized the pumpkin and showed it to your daughter. “What do you think?” 

“It’s not a very scary pumpkin...,” the little girl commented with a chuckle, though her face showed a pleased expression.

“Not a very scary pumpkin? Let me tell you, I’d be really scared if I came across a pumpkin like that,” Bill retorted, giving the pumpkin a fake suspicious look that made your daughter laugh, and you couldn’t help but join in. This drew your husband’s attention, whom gave you a joyful glance as soon as he noticed your presence in the doorway. “See,” he continued, addressing the girl, “I wouldn’t trust it too much. But thanks to it, I have a feeling somebody’s gonna get some candy tonight.” 

“I have the same feeling,” you said fondly, stepping inside the room to join your daughter and husband. Bill got up, leaning on his prosthesis to regain his balance, and gave you an affectionate smile before he washed pumpkin flesh off his hands. 

“Mommy, are you going to go treat-or-treating with me and daddy?” Y/child’s/name wrapped her small hands around your leg as she shifted her head backwards to give you an inquisitive look. 

“Do you want me to?” you replied tenderly, hearing Bill’s footsteps come closer behind your back, meaning that it would soon be time to grant your daughter’s wish.

“Yes!” she answered cheerfully. “Please come with us!" 

“Then count me in,” you stroke your daughter’s back, nodding decidedly. “But before that, you need to put on your costume. Come on, I’ll help you out. I’m sure that daddy will manage not to get too scared of Mr Pumpkin even if we leave him alone with him for a bit,” you gave Bill a playful, loving smile. 

“I’ll be on the lookout for anything suspicious from Mr Pumpkin,” Bill answered gravely, and the two of you exchanged a knowing and affectionate glance as you were leaving the kitchen in your daughter’s wake. 

*

You were standing at the bottom of the staircase a quarter of an hour later, readjusting Y/child’s/n’s halloweeny cape as the little girl expectantly hopped up and down, struggling to remain immobile.

“Daddy! Look!” As soon as Bill appeared in the doorframe, she spun on her heels to face him, a proud beam shimmering upon her lips. “I’m a vampire!” 

“Wow,” holding the pumpkin he had carved earlier, your husband came closer to take a thorough look at the girl’s new disguise. “You’re a terrifying little vampire! Ain’t nobody stands a chance against you.”

“Now I can scare Mr Pumpkin if he tries to scare you,” Y/child’s/n announced confidently, eyeing the jack-o’-lantern as if she was giving it a warning. Such a bravely sweet statement made Bill’s and yours parent’s hearts melt and your husband picked her up, momentarily putting the pumpkin down so he could plant a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he told her with a smile not devoid of emotion as you rubbed his shoulder.

The three of you then put their shoes on, Bill once again getting hold of the jack-o’-lantern, and you took off for the Halloween-night trick-or-treating which your daughter had been awaiting so impatiently. The sun had already almost set, only remnants of fading warm light rippling upon the ginger and brown leaves that rustled on the trees all around, but most of the houses’ porches were alit with lanterns or lights, some of them even placed inside of carved pumpkins used as decorations. You were not the only ones to have gone out on that evening, meeting some your neighbours whom you greeted before your daughter energetically shot the decisive question: trick or treat? Even without approaching the houses, your pumpkin already filled with a few pieces of candy, which your daughter counted before urging you to go up to the first front door. Her father lifted her up so she could ring the doorbell by herself, and you waited for your neighbours to show up, Bill carrying your pumpkin-container while you were in charge of other sweets that you could give away for other trick-or-treaters. 

“Good evening,” you greeted the woman who opened the door, a sheepish smile slipping onto your lips as your daughter joyfully exclaimed: trick or treat, even forgetting to say hello first. 

“Well, look at you,” the woman laughed kindly, visibly finding the child’s enthusiasm endearing. “Good evening. I’ll see what I can do for you.” She reappeared a few moments later, carrying a piece of chocolate candy that she put into the pumpkin that Y/child’s/n insisted on taking from Bill. “There you go.” 

“Thank you very much, Ma’am,” your daughter replied, this time not giving politeness a miss, which got her another smile from the woman. 

“Thank you, we’re sorry for the trouble,” Bill apologised, though giving your daughter a fond glance as he did so.  

“It’s nothing, I’m glad I won’t be tricked by this very frightening vampire,” the woman shook her head breezily, but your daughter’s face shone with pride at the fact that your neighbour had got her costume right, and found her scary. 

After warmly wishing the woman a good evening, you set toward your next destination. To make your daughter content, you decided to try your luck at all the houses bordering your street, and thankfully got a positive response from every one of their inhabitants — to give away candy was one of Halloween night’s customs, so everybody played along in a joyous atmosphere, especially since your daughter managed to remain polite in spite of her being giddy with excitement. You and Bill couldn’t have been prouder, congratulating the girl on her behaviour and promising her that she would get to taste some of the candy you had collected when you would come home.

Your little expedition came to an end around an hour later, tiredness starting to weigh upon Y/child’s/n as you left the front yard of the last house you had visited. Her eyelids fluttering shut while you were heading back home, Bill ended up picking her up, handing you the jack-o’-lantern, and cradling her in his arms so she could rest peacefully. Although she awoke when your husband and you took her up the stairs leading to her room, then helping your daughter undress and get into bed, her misty state of mind made the drowsy little girl forget all about candy and she quickly cuddled up to her stuffed animal, letting you tuck her in and tenderly kiss her goodnight. You softly closed the door, your daughter already fast asleep, and found yourself alone with Bill.

The two of you quietly went back downstairs, careful not to make any loud noises lest you disturbed Y/child’s/n’s slumber, and in a few minutes you were inside the living room, the door shut behind you. Warmth was flooding the room, the fireplace still ablaze with remnants of fluttering flames and the wood inside crackling cosily, which made an appeased sigh part your lips. You were home.

��Y/child’s/nickname fell asleep quickly tonight,” Bill commented, taking your hand in his. “That was a really good Halloween celebration.” 

“But it’s not over yet,” you had had an idea, a smile now spreading upon your face as you let go of your husband’s hand. You came up to the radio stationed near the fireplace, turning it on, and after a few seconds of uncertain hissing and murmuring from the frequency modulation, music spilled from the machine, its jazzy notes instantly swirling in the air and engulfing you and Bill in their rhythm, smooth and ample like velvet to the ears. Matching the date, you realised that it was Halloween-themed after catching some of the lyrics.

“There,” you grinned, turning back around to meet Bill’s inquisitive gaze. Moving along to the song, you came back to him, putting your arms over the man’s shoulders. “Now, I’ve got you all for myself,” you murmured with longing playfulness, your mouth still curved. 

“I’m all yours, darling,” your husband’s dark eyes anchored in yours, he slid his arms around your back, his body drifting along the shifting of yours. He had never told you out loud, but dancing with you had always felt incredibly special to him; in spite of losing his leg, it made him feel whole, like he could do anything. Like he was still himself — and he was. He was incredibly strong, and you would forever be proud of him. 

As you danced, Bill kissed you slowly, savouring every contact that you shared, before pulling away, which allowed you to look into his face. Waltzing shadows from the fireplace were grazing his skin, skin which you had left so many breathless kisses on, and the amber of his iris appeared lighter in the dimly-lit living room, reflecting the glistening of embers in the fireplace. You had feared losing him so intensely, back when you went through the war together, and now he was standing there in front of you, so alive. And even though the memories of what happened after you had learnt about Bill’s injury still sometimes cut through you like a blade — sobbing uncontrollably in Cpt. Winters’s foxhole, Cpt. Nixon had even offered you his flask of alcohol as Richard had tried to console you best he could —, at least your pain had been alleviated by the certainty that he had made it. You had come home to him, and he had been there. 

But on that merry Halloween evening, nothing could have clouded the sheer and simple happiness of dancing with your husband to a spooky tune. You hands in his, you moved along to the music, your merry state of mind translating into the suavity with which your limbs moved in synch; Bill had even forgotten about his prosthetic, feeling like every move was effortless with you. Though being the night of horror, for the two of you that 31st of October was marked with blissfulness that would have made even the scariest of creatures meek. And perhaps, at that very moment, some ghost was watching you from the corner of the room, daydreaming about a long-lost love that it had suddenly set its mind to find again. 

[pillow-anime-talk]

new student.

synopsis: In the middle of the year you join to the 1-B class. And you arouse interest in the whole class.

# tags: scenarios; U.A!au; crush culture; fluff; light!comedy; love at first sight?; sfw

includes: female reader ft. tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, juuzou honenuki & shihai kuroiro {bnha}

— TETSUTETSU

During the 1-B training session, together with the homeroom teacher and the director, you entered a huge training room. You were quite uncertain when crossing the threshold of the Gym Gamma, but thanks to the teachers your fear decreased a little. All the students trained their powers and tricks, and you stood next to Mr. Nezu and Mr. Vlad, watching everything with sparkling eyes.

“You like it?” The headmaster asked politely, and you nodded shyly. “Then, I’m very happy. Both from your opinion and the fact that you chose our high school. Your private entrance exam really pleased me and I think you can handle current 1-B students. Mr. Vlad King will help you in case of anything. Right?”

“Of course, director. Maybe you’ll stay in training?”

“With pleasure. Let’s introduce a new student.”

After a while, the whole class, thanks to the voice of the teacher, gathered in one place, right in front of him, and you came out from behind the tall man to be able to say ‘hello’.

“A new student will join to our class. Be nice to her and if she asks, help her.” He said politely and then encouraged you to talk to the class.

“Hi. I’m Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you all. Thank you so much for your care.” You bowed low, and when you got up, you looked more closely at all the teenagers; you noticed a beautiful girl in short black hair, a boy looking like a green lizard... There was also a pony-teenager and a blonde one who looking at you with curiosity and a smirk. 

You immediately thought that you wouldn’t be bored with them.

“Y/N will join to training today. Someone would like to fight with her?” The homeroom teacher asked, but no one was too willing to sparring with you. You sighed softly. “Come on, kids. Or I’ll pick someone by myself.”

Suddenly, the green-haired female raised her hand and smiled at you. “I can fight. It will be a heavenly honor.” She added in warmth tone and put her hand to you. “Ibara Shiozaki. Good luck, friend.”

Within a short while you positioned yourself in front of the girl, and the rest of the class took a seat by the wall to watch you and her. You bowed towards together with Ibara, and then, at the tutor's gesture, you started sparring.

You knew her hair wasn't accidental. You felt it when green vine appeared next to you that rose from her head. Fortunately, such things weren’t terrible for you and your power. You were a vampire. Yes, you hear right. You’re a strong, pretty and brave vampire. Of course, it’s just a quirk, you didn’t have to drink human blood, but you still had what bat and Dracula had; speed, agility, sharp teeth and nails. Also you can change into this little, cute animal. Oh, and you were able to fight well and defend yourself with the blades that appeared in your hands on demand.

That’s why you easily cut off the green stems and deftly got into a standing and stunned girl, whom you immediately overpowered with a sharp object and your firm grip.

“WOW!”

“She’s soooo fast!”

“Awesome. This girl deserves to be in 1-A class, not here!”

You could hear this words from the side, and after a while you let go of the girl, thanking her for the fight. You turned to new classmates and again you heard warm sentence.

“I want to go out– I mean fight with you too! You’re amazing!” The boy with silver hair raised his hand and you looked into his eyes, smiling charmingly. Then a shade of pink and red appeared on his cheeks, and you hid a wider smile behind your hand.

— JUUZOU

A few minutes after the start of the lesson with homeroom teacher, you entered the big room with the headmaster Nezu. Of course, the whole class got up from the benches and greeted with him. After a while their eyes land on you and your cheeks blush.

“From today, another student will join to your class. Please, introduce yourself.” A tiny man started and you nodded shyly.

“Hello, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Until recently I lived in Los Angeles, but I returned to Japan again and I hope that we’ll make friends quickly. Thank you so much for your care.” You bowed slightly, looking at the principal again.

“Be nice to your new classmate and have a nice day. Good luck, Y/N.”

You thanked once again and then looked at the homeroom teacher who nodded to you. “Please, take a seat, Y/N. After this lesson, someone from the class will show you the rest of school.” You smiled uncertainly, and then you went with your backpack to the wooden desk, while looking closely at new buddies.

You really hoped that you would quickly find new friends. I mean... after leaving those from LA you felt terribly alone.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

After the lesson, as your teacher said earlier, he appointed one classmate who would help you to know the school from within. His choice fell on a boy named Juuzou Honenuki. He considered him the perfect person; nice, helpful and honest. He’s also seemed funny and sweet, so you were soooo happy.

“Thank you for showing me the U.A.”

“Ummm... It’s a pleasure for me. It’s nice to have a new person in the class.” He admitted shyly. “So... You lived in California, right?”

“Yes. It’s quite a funny situation. I was born in Osaka, lived in China for a year, and then, when I was eight years old, me and my parents moved to America. And now I’m in Japan again. I hope, I’ll stay here for the rest of my life. I prefer food from The Land of the Cherry Blossom, by the way.” You laughed softly and Juuzou together with you.

“Hmmm. So, you’re good in English?” He asked uncertainly.

“Yes. I’m fluent. Why you ask? You need some help?”

“A l-little... English is weird here. Anyway, you’ll see it yourself when you meet Mr. Present Mic.” He warned you in a funny tone, and you nodded.

“If you need help, you can always come to me!”

Juuzou smiled widely, nodding. Then he pointed his finger at the snack machine and happily asked ‘You want something sweet?’, which made your eyes shine at the sight of jelly beans in your favorite flavor.

— SHIHAI

You were eagerly awaiting the arrival of your new classmates. When they were just finishing their last literature lesson, you were finishing baking cookies with milk chocolate. As a new 1-B’s student, you got permission for one day off to make a good impression on the rest of the classmates. And you probably did it, because the cookies came out veeeery great, and their smell spread throughout the dorm.

And as soon as your new friends came to the dormitorium and sensed sweetmeats, they immediately rushed into the kitchen. They were surprised by your view, especially since there was a tray of delicious treats in your hands.

“WOAAAH!” The boy with the bandana on his head shouted cheerfully, coming closer.

“Who are you? So cool!” You heard a manly, joyful voice.

“It’s for us?” The red-haired girl asked and you nodded.

“With chocolate! My favourites!” A girl looking like a character from ‘My Little Pony’ screamed loudly, jumping aroud you.

You were very happy and immediately put the bake tray on the table, improving the pink apron. “Hi, I’m Y/N! I’ll be in your class from today, so please, take care of me!” You bowed, and when you stood up the whole class began to clap loudly.

“Nice to meet you!” The red-haired girl put her hand to you and you gladly shook her. “I’m the class representative. If you’ll have a problem, feel free to ask me about everything.” You nodded quickly and then looked at the rest of your new friends. One of them especially caught your attention.

The boy with black skin and white hair stood aside, looking at the floor. So you didn’t think too much – you just went towards him with a cookie that was levitating next to you. Pretty comical view.

You gave the boy biscuit and he looked at you in surprise. “Huh?”

“Taste it. They’re delicious!”

“It’s for me?” He asked uncertainly and you nodded.

“Yes, for you. I hope we’ll make friendship. I’m Y/N, and you?”

“Shihai Kuroiro, nice to meet you... Hmm. Watch out for Monoma, he’s quite... specific. Like each of us.” He warned friendly, grabbing a cookie and tasting it. “Mmm... Delicious. You like cooking, huh?”

“It’s my passion... Of course, right after saving the whole world!” You admitted it charmingly and Shihai grinned. “Next time I’ll make cupcakes, you like them?”

“I like everything what’s sweet.” He admitted after a moment of reflection, not only with sweets in mind, but also... you.

However, to say it out loud... some time must pass. But... Yes. You seemed definitely sweeter than chocolate cookies.

[kusunogatari]

[ ObiRyū October | Day Three | Shooting Star ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Uchiha Sachiko, Suigin Ryū ] [ Verse: Like Magic ]

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She has been both anticipating, and yet in some ways dreading, this day for quite some time now.

Given that she’s never been here before, Ryū wasn’t able to Aparate. Instead, she made the several-hour trip by broom through the cold Winter skies...which is why it’s late afternoon when she makes a gentle landing a little ways outside the little village, snow crunching beneath her boots. While a few magical families live within it, there are also Muggles present, and she doesn’t want to be seen and break any laws. It wouldn’t do to be arrested today.

Still, she can’t leave the broom out here where it might get nicked, so...she sticks it into a bag she’s enchanted with an undetectable extension charm. Like a bottomless pit, it takes the broom completely into its depths and out of sight.

Perfect!

...now for the hard part.

Swallowing against her nerves, she starts walking down the road that leads to the village. From the view up above, it appeared just as quiet and quaint as she’d been told. Little houses all aligned along the road, with tidy, snow-dusted yards at their front. Looking over the numbers along their faces, Ryū slows to a stop at the proper address.

Well...this is it.

Now or never.

Opening the little gate, she steps in and looks the place over curiously. While she wasn’t sure what to expect, it just seems to fit. A few paces take her up to the front step, where she lifts a hand...hesitates...and then knocks.

As she does, a black feline drops from the roof to the half-wall beside her, drawing her gaze. “Hello, Tenebris,” she greets, managing a smile as she gives the cat a gentle scritch between the ears. “Wish me luck, eh?”

Sitting primly, Tenebris just gives a coy blink as the door opens.

Within it stands Obito, looking slightly out of breath.

Ryū’s eyes go a bit wide. “...are you all right?”

“Yeah, just…” He gestures vaguely. “...nevermind. Gran’s out running an errand, so you can just...come in, yeah?”

“...okay.” In a way it feels a bit rude, but...well, Obito did offer.

She just figured meeting Sachiko for the first time would be done when she arrived. Going in without her being here feels almost unbecoming.

Kicking the snow from her boots, she steps in to the rug within the door and pauses, glancing around a bit sheepishly. Invited or not, she still manages to feel...intrusive.

“Want some tea?”

“Oh...yes please,” she replies, giving a brief upturn of her lips. “I got a little chilled flying over…”

That earns a concerned glance from the Uchiha. “You all right?”

“Yes, I’m fine! I feel much better already,” Ryū assures him with another smile. Off come her boots, stepping in quietly in her fuzzy grey socks.

The little house is cozy, just the way she imagined one run by a grandmother would feel. While there’s a vast collection of odd trinkets and memorabilia, it doesn’t feel disorganized or messy. Just...lived in, and for quite some time. Looking over a collection of photographs, Ryū pauses at a slightly dated one with four people. An older woman, a young couple, and...a baby…

...is that…?

She jolts at the sound of the kettle whistling, cheeks flushing as she finds herself being nosy. Instead, she scurries toward the sound and steps into the kitchen, which has the same charming aura as the rest of the house.

“Here you go!” Obito offers, handing her a mug of amber.

“Thank you…” She accepts, holding the warmth for a moment before taking a sip.

“So how was the flight over? Any trouble?”

Still sipping, she shakes her head before replying, “No, none at all. Just chilly, but that’s a bit hard to avoid this time of year.” There’s a pause as Obito moves, blinking as he steps behind her and just sort of...envelopes her smaller frame with his own. Heat quickly builds in her cheeks.

“Better?” he asks cheekily.

“Y...yes. But, um...what if -?”

“We’ll hear the door,” Obito cuts in to assure her, already knowing her worry. “Can’t see it from here, anyway.”

“...okay.”

“Enjoying your break so far?”

“Mhm. Father and I went out for dinner last night. He’s always excited when I come home for breaks. And he’s eager for the next one so he can finally meet you,” she replies with a smile.

Now it’s Obito’s turn to sound nervous. “Oh?”

“Of course! I keep telling you there’s nothing to worry about, don’t I? He’s going to love you.”

He grunts. “Then why are you nervous? Been telling you the same thing, haven’t I? Nan’s harmless.”

Ryū goes pink. “...well, I...I’ve never known any of my grandparents. They’d all died before I was born. I’m not, um...versed in how to act.”

Obito snorts at her. “Oh, please. It’s not any different. I don’t know my dad, but that’s not why I’m nervous about meeting yours.”

“Then why are you?”

“Cuz -!” It’s his turn to flash red. “...cuz I...I just need his approval.”

“Well maybe that’s how I feel about your nan!” Ryū counters with a laugh. “I mean if we -?” She cuts off, feeling too embarrassed to say it. If they do continue this relationship after school - if it goes further, if they get married - then family approval will be rather important, after all.

They both seem to know that, but neither can bring themselves to say it, too shy.

“...she’s going to love you,” Obito then offers with a sniff, clearly thinking this puts the conversation to rest. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, I promise.”

Clinging to her mug, Obito’s arms around her waist, Ryū gives a soft sigh. “...I hope so.”

“I know so.”

But just as she makes to relax in his hold, Ryū instead stiffens at the sound of the front door knob jiggling.

Sachiko is back.

The teens spring apart, both pink-cheeked as they take to opposite sides of the kitchen. From the entryway, they hear the old woman greet Tenebris, bustling about and talking to herself.

“Hey, Nan!” Obito then calls.

“Oh! Yes dear?”

“Ryū’s here!”

“...oh!” There’s a lively jump to her tone. “Is she really? And here I am, blithering about…!”

“We’re in the kitchen - want some tea?”

“Yes dear, please. It’s not a far walk but the chill certainly bit me…” There’s a muffled whoosh as she lights the hearth. “Ah, that’s better…”

Heart racing in her chest, Ryū gives a nervous glance to Obito as he takes up another mug, tilting his head in indication to be followed.

...oh gosh.

Following right behind as if she’s his shadow, there’s a vain attempt to go unnoticed as they enter the sitting room. With a rocking chair pulled up close to the fire, Sachiko is busy warming her bones. But as eyes find their guest, they alight with delight.

“Ah, there you are, dear! I hope you’ll forgive me sitting...I got a bit winded. These old legs aren’t what they used to be, but I try to give them a stretch every day.”

“N-no, not at all!” Ryū fumbles in reply. “It...it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Uchiha.”

A wrinkled hand waves her manners aside. “Please dear, call me Sachiko. Or Nan. Any friend of Obito’s is a grandchild of mine, ohoho.”

Surprise slackens Ryū’s face. Friend…? Does she not know…?

“Nan, I told you,” Obito offers, tone a bit exasperated as he flushes red. “Ryū’s not, y’know...just a friend. She’s my...she’s my girlfriend.”

“And? Would you have me treat her any different, then? My point is she should relax, I can feel her shaking from here! No need to be nervous, my dear. Obito‘s already won me over on your behalf.” She gives the adolescent witch a knowing smile, seeing her stiffen. “He’s given the impression of a kind, unwavering young lady. Smart but humble, sweet but a spitfire. Reminds me of myself when I was young, ohoho~”

In spite of herself, Ryū feels a familiar tingling in her eyes, doing her best to blink it away. “I...I think he might’ve praised me a bit too much,” is her sheepish counter. “I’m not -?”

“Nonsense! My Obito is a good judge of character, and he quite adores yours.”

At that, she has no idea what else to say, flushed in the face and shrinking shyly.

“...now, you just let me thaw these old bones, and I’ll get supper started. I’ve already got the guest room all done up, so -”

Ryū’s eyes widen. “Oh, I - I couldn’t, I -?”

“I’m not about to make you go home in the dark and the cold!”

“I-I can Aparate back, M-...Sachiko. Really, I -?”

As before, her concerns are waved away. “I insist. Besides, I make a mean breakfast, you can’t miss out on that!”

Floundering for a rebuttal, Ryū glances to Obito, who just shrugs with a grin. Seems he’s used to his grandmother giving this kind of treatment. “...well, I...I guess I can’t really say no…”

“Wonderful! Supper will be along shortly, so you two go do whatever it is young people do nowadays in the meantime. So long as it’s nothing that would make me blush, hm?” It’s then she gives her grandson a pointed look, who blushes himself and just gives a nod. “Run along, then!”

Meeting Ryū’s eyes, Obito gives another tilt of his head toward a stairway, the pair of them retreating downstairs to his room.

It’s a bit small, like the rest of the house, but Obito’s used every square inch. Posters cover as much of the beige, cracked walls as they can: bands that Ryū doesn’t recognize. Given their static images, she guesses they must be Muggle. A few drawings are peppered in, too. An entire bookshelf is filled to the brim with tomes, admittedly to her surprise. A little desk has the assignments they’ve been given over break scattered atop it. In a still frame is a very young Obito, with what must be some of the Muggle kids from the village. Before he started at Hogwarts, if she had to guess. And a carpet-covered tower is clearly for Tenebris to enjoy. Atop his bed is a blanket that looks reminiscent of the night sky, a pattern of stars and galaxies.

Unlike the rest of the little house, Ryū finds herself relaxing, looking it all over with a grin. It suits him perfectly...save for a few strings of drying herbs that furrow her brow in confusion. Is he afraid vampires are going to get in, or…?

“It, uh...it’s a little crowded,” he offers sheepishly, sitting on the bed (which gives a protesting groan). “It’s only usually me in here…”

Realizing his head almost hits the low ceiling, Ryū has to subdue a laugh. “It’s just fine,” is her reassuring reply, sitting beside him and giggling at another creak. “It’s...cozy.”

He perks a disbelieving brow.

“No, really! It’s very...you.”

That makes his cheeks go pink. “I bet yours is loads nicer.”

Ryū hesitates. “...well, we moved somewhere newer after Mum died, so…” Her shoulders shrug. “We used to live out in the country. Nothing fancy. But...Father couldn’t stand being there after that.”

“Ah…”

“Honestly I miss it. It’s nice where we are now, but...it’s not the same. So you can bet I really like your house. It...reminds me of it a bit.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. It has that charm a house has when people have lived and loved in it for a long time. You can’t really replicate that, you know?”

He seems to consider that. “...I told you Nan would like you.”

Ryū deadpans slightly. “What exactly did you tell her? Because it sounds like you went way overboard…”

“Nothing but the truth, I swear! But once I let it slip she wouldn’t stop pestering me about it,” he admits sheepishly. “I think she’s just excited I have a date…”

That gets her to giggle. “She’s very sweet. Maybe almost too sweet. She doesn’t have to go to so much trouble…”

“There’s no stopping her once she’s made up her mind. Don’t worry about it, she does this with everybody that’s not me.”

“You mean you don’t get spoiled?” Ryū teases.

“Oh, I do. Just...not quite to that level.”

Smiling, Ryū lets her eyes wander over his face. It’s only been a few days since Winter break started, so it’s not like she hasn’t seen him in ages. But still… “I’ve missed you.”

“Yeah...me too.” He brings an arm around her, pulling her close and letting lips meet lips. At first it’s a simple, chaste peck, but Obito lets it linger, nibbling along her lip in hinting.

In spite of herself, Ryū giggles. “Remember what your nan said,” she teases. “Nothing that would make her blush.”

“Well she’s not here right now, is she?” he retorts, grinning and stealing another kiss. A hand then lifts at her leg, earning a squeak as he hauls her to sit across his lap. “What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her...”

Arms shifting around his neck to keep her balance, Ryū tinges pink. “...but -?”

“Just a little snogging, I promise.”

She sighs, relenting as he catches her a third time. Though already warmed from the chill of her flight, Ryū finds herself heating up further as Obito pulls her close, cheeks flushing and eyelids getting heavy. Muscles go lax, and there’s little will in her to fight as he shifts her to lay atop the mattress. Obito braces his bulk above her, meshing mouths with a groan, settling himself between her thighs.

Just as a muddled thought of, ‘this might be a bit much’ manages to surface in her mind, Ryū freezes as Sachiko calls from the top of the stairs to go wash up for supper.

To her surprise, Obito gives a frustrated sigh, tucking his brow to the crook of her neck.

Swallowing thickly, Ryū offers, “We, um...we better go.”

He doesn’t reply, sitting up and letting her do the same as he gives directions for the washroom upstairs.

When he doesn’t follow, Ryū thinks for a moment before realizing the likely reason why, flashing pink and scurrying up the stairs to hide in the loo.

A few splashes of cool water help her face calm, washing up and peering out shyly. A simple but scrumptious dinner is being set out, Sachiko tottering back and forth carrying dishes.

“Oh, here - let me help -!”

“Thank you, dear.”

Once everything’s in place, Obito slips his way up to the washroom, clearly trying to avoid being spotted.

In the meantime, the two women sit and wait, Ryū’s nerves coming back full force at being left alone and taskless.

“So, Obito tells me you want to be a Healer…?”

“...I do! My...mother was a Healer. Most of the women in our family have been, so...it’s a bit of a tradition.”

“I see! A noble profession, given how often magic tends to get people hurt.” Sachiko’s eyes glitter. “He’s also said you’ve had to treat him a time or two…?”

“Er...yes. I-I have an apprenticeship in the hospital wing during a free period. So I get to help students when things pop up.”

“Like when his front teeth got knocked out playing Quidditch. Such a dangerous sport…”

In spite of herself, Ryū softly snorts. “Yes, I gave him quite the lecture about that.”

“Good, good. He can be a bit of a reckless boy. It’s good someone helps reason with him sometimes.” At that, the old woman softens. “...I know being without his parents has been hard on him. I’ve done my best, but...there’s only so much I can do. At times he strays a bit, and I worry…”

For a moment, Ryū isn’t sure how to reply. “...he has a good heart. If I wasn’t sure of that, I wouldn’t be as close to him as I am. Everyone has their vices, and their stumbles. But I know he’s a good person through it all, even if he’s struggled. Being alone, it...can convince you to do something you shouldn’t to fill that void. But he’s got things to fill it otherwise, now.” The rift between himself and Kakashi has healed, as well as with Rin. Throw in herself, and she really believes he’s on a steadier path.

At her words, Sachiko smiles. “...and I’m glad for that.”

It’s then he reappears from the washroom, pausing at the atmosphere. “...everything okay?”

“Fine, fine! Sit and eat before it gets cold, hm?”

Needing no other prompt, the teens dig in and praise the woman’s cooking, all three of them falling into pleasant conversation before working together to tidy up.

“Now, the guest room is just here, dear - let me know if you need anything!”

“Thank you, Sachiko - I will.” In truth, she has little intention of bothering the old woman further, given the lengths she’s already gone to. Instead, she heads into the upstairs room and sighs wearily. It’s actually a bit sparse, which surprises her given the rest of the house. A simple bed sits along a wall, accompanied by a desk, wardrobe, and bookshelves.

As most eldery do, Sachiko retires early...but Ryū isn’t yet tired enough to sleep. Taking up a random book, she reads for a time before hearing a knock.

But it’s not on the door.

Blinking, she looks to the window to see...Obito? Astride his broomstick, he gives a grin and motions her over.

“What are you doing?” she hisses once the panes are opened.

“There’s a meteor shower happening tonight, I want to watch!”

“But -?”

“I sneak out all the time, don’t worry about it. She’ll never hear anything!”

Biting her lip, Ryū glances back at the door before resigning herself. “Oh...all right.” Sitting on the sill, she carefully slides sidesaddle onto the rear of Obito’s broom, arms around his waist as he takes off.

If the flight here was cold, now it’s frigid after the sun’s gone down. Ducking her face into the space between Obito’s shoulders, she pinches her eyes shut against the sting of the wind. But thankfully he doesn’t go far, and she feels him slow to descend.

They’re atop a small knoll a ways outside the village, crowned by a huge tree that - were it Summer - would surely have an impressive canopy. But in the dead of Winter, its boughs are bare and give a clear view of the night sky. And just as Obito promised, streaks of light are beginning to careen across the sky.

“See!”

“I do!” Hopping from her perch, Ryū takes a few steps forward, smiling as shooting stars light up the dark. “I can’t remember the last time I saw comets…”

“We see them quite a bit out here.”

“Not nearly as much light pollution compared to where I’m at,” she sighs.

“Well, you’ll just have to come see them more often.”

“...I will.”

The pair of them snuggle up against the trunk, a windy spell clearing the ground of snow for them to sit. Ryū curls against Obito’s side, his arm around her shoulders as they sit in silence and watch Nature’s spectacle.

“...gonna make a wish?”

Ryū glances to him at the question. “...I can’t really think of anything.”

“What, really?”

Her head shakes. “...I’ve got just about everything I want,” is her soft reply, looking up at him.

“...I’ve got one.”

“What is it?”

“I can’t tell you, it’s a secret.”

Her lips draw into a pout, making him laugh.

“Otherwise it won’t come true, right? I’ll tell you once it does.”

“Fine, fine,” she relents with a sigh. “...you think it will?”

His eyes flicker over her face, as though reading it. “...yeah, I think so.”

Something about his tone makes her stomach do flip flops. Acting on the feeling, she does her best to lift up and bring her lips to his. He meets her halfway, indulging the effort and sighing against her mouth and making it plume into fog.

“...cold?”

“No, I’m all right. You’re nice and warm,” she assures him.

“Hn...okay.” He ensures she’s as close as she can get before stilling, both their eyes trained on the sky.

It’ll come true. He’s sure of it.

     Day three, and this time around some HP verse with a heavy dose of fluff! Also a few wee hints of sad times...and a lil spice ;3 But there’s no frick fracking with grandma in the house, no sir.      Far too many of these drabbles are turning out serious so I needed a fluffy one in the mix. Still managing to stay a few days ahead but today might test that since I have someplace to be here in a bit. We’ll see!      Anywho, not...too much else to note? Besides the fact that I want a grandma like Sachiko. Obito, wanna trade? xD      Thanks for reading!

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Co-star - Tom Hiddleston One-shot

Request: Hello darlin! I really love your posts and I was hoping you would do a one shot where Tom is on set and the reader is his love interest in the movie and they hook up after a few months of liking each other. Thank you darlin!!

Wordcount: 1,700+

Warnings: A tad NSFW

“I can’t believe this!” You rummage through your handbag and your array of jackets hanging off hooks as you come into your trailer. You had just exited a lovely warm shower, and now your mood was ruined. “Y/n for the love of god please tell me you didn’t leave your phone with him!” You throw your bag on the couch and sit down on it as well, sulking. You go through the day, or the last few hours of the day, to try and remember where you might have left your iPhone. Hoping it wasn’t in Tom’s trailer. It comes to you within seconds. You and Tom had a close up scene where your characters were confessing your feelings for each other. Tom offered to keep your phone in his pocket because your 50s inspired dress didn’t have any pockets, in which you had replied, “Why on earth is the fifties unable to give women pockets?” Since none of your character’s outfits had them. Tom had laughed at this as he slipped the phone on his deep blue slacks.

You had forgotten to collect it from him after the shooting had wrapped earlier this evening. You two had even been out for dinner with some other cast mates, and he had failed to mention that he still had your phone. “He can be such an arse sometimes!” You say in an annoyed voice. Always when you’re stressed or frustrated you talk to yourself, a habit you hated and tried to unlearn. But Tom thought it very useful because he quote unquote wouldn’t be able to figure out what you were thinking if you didn’t have a running commentary on it.

You figured that’s why he looked so smug at the restaurant, he knew you had forgotten all about the whereabouts of the phone. He knew you’d have to come knocking on his trailer late in the evening. What was he planning? Warmth spread to your cheeks. You had to admit that there’s been some tension between the two of you, perhaps sexual tension or perhaps just a simple attraction. He was a charming man, and you found him attractive even before you had met him.

You had heard from several people that he was quite lonely, but that it was his choice. A lot of people could call him their friend but a very few numbers could say that they really knew him. As for the women in his life, there weren’t any of the romantic sorts. They came and went, but nobody got close. That scared you, that scared you a lot. Because it was hard not to fall for him, you two had so much in common. You had also studied classics, but not at Cambridge like near noble Tom had. You spent the spare time in each other’s company, discussing Greek mythology, the Illiad and more modern written works by Shakespeare and the Brontë sisters. What if he would just discard of you after some months together? You weren’t up for getting your heart broken. That wasn’t a good combination with your fast-paced life in London.

You sensed that he wanted you, he was always touching you in one way or another. While you walk together he ghosted his hand on your waist. When you groaned because your aching shoulder was acting up, he would massage it for you. He would put strands of hair behind your ears. You noticed that when your characters had kissing scenes he would be more intense, he wouldn’t use the kissing method actors used. He’d kiss you for real, tugging at your hair and clothes. You had kissed your fair share of handsome actors and none of them had kissed you like this like they weren’t acting. He was being slightly unprofessional, which you had also heard wasn’t like him. You weren't exactly innocent either, you would tease him in all the ways you could.

You need your phone, it was your alarm clock and all around entertainment for the night to come. You groan as you stand up, you flatten skirt of your basic dress, put on a jacket, your shoes and walk out the trailer. It’s grown colder, you could see your breath in front of you. A few minutes later you arrive at Mr Hiddleston’s trailer and you’re irritated now, but there’s excitement bubbling in your stomach. The lights are on, it’s not that late, it’s only 10 pm. With a silent prayer, said hastily under your breath you knock on the door. It opens nearly straight away, and it reviles a newly showered Tom. His hair was still damp, his cheekbones nearly glittering in the light. You unconsciously bite your lower lip. “And to what do I owe the pleasure darling?” He draws out the darling in a sensual way, and you huff, wishing he would stop smirking. “You’re holding my phone hostage.” You simply say as you pass him in the doorway, inviting yourself in and out of the cold. “Good to know you’re not a vampire.” He chuckles and closes the door behind you. “Very witty today, aren’t we Hiddleston,” You say as you face him, provoked that he had lured you to his trailer. “Phone please,” You reach out your hand awaiting its return. “Why the rush Y/n?” He moves past you into the small kitchenette, but not before gracing his hand against your side. Damn this man. “Fancy a whiskey? I’ve got the one you like, the non-smokey one.” You roll your eyes at him and sit down on the sofa, “Might as well.” He grins at you like he’s achieved a small victory of sorts.

He walks towards you with two glasses with ice and a generous amount of whiskey in them. “You know, I really thought you would remember that you left your phone with me,” He gives you the glass, clinking his with yours, “But I’m glad you didn’t, I’m always happy to have you alone.” He takes a sip of his whiskey, “You had this planned didn’t you,” You give him a smirk, and he blushes slightly, looks down at his glass and then back up at you. Confidence rises in you like the sea, “You’re supposed to be a gentleman, and not use my forgetfulness against me.” You also take a sip from the glass, the amber liquid burning your throat, but in a good way. ”I’m always a gentleman, Y/n.” He’s sitting close to you now, you could smell his cologne. Sandalwood, white musk. You raise an eyebrow, “I have a hard time believing that, darling.” You mock his posh accent and he laughs.

It’s nearly 12 when you reach for your phone to check the time. The two of you had been drinking whisky and talking for almost two hours. The flirting was always evident in your conversation, but now it was the sole purpose of the talk between you. You were discussing Tom’s style, how he would look so good in rounded glasses. “Don’t get me wrong, you look good in those,” You point to his face, he chuckles, “But think how good you’d look in round Tom Ford ones. Think Daniel Radcliffe in Kill Your Darlings.” You quickly reach for your phone and show him what you mean. “You’re right, I really like those.” He says as he rolls his wrist, sloshing the amber liquid around in his hand. “Did I nudge Tom Hiddleston into changing his much loved visual image?” You eye him up, and for effect, you sway your hand over his silhouette. Tom lets out a laugh at your display of sass. “You know you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, I've basically got your name written on the bottom of my shoe.” He moves closer, you felt his hot breath against your lips, “Darling,” Your eyes flicker to his lips, and your thoughts get invaded by how soft they look, how soft you know they are. You want him, but you didn’t want to show him that he was making you like this. You weren’t one to just fall at a guy's feet like this. He’ll only hurt you.

Tom’s hand snake around your neck, softly caressing the warm skin he found there. He’s looking at you with want, his pupils dilated with lust. You suspect yours are just as reviling. His large hand move its way to the side of your face. It feels so good to be wanted like this, your heart is beating fast in your chest. As his other hand ghosts at your side. Tom leans closer than before, “You’re overthinking,” Your eyes flash towards him, “I-,” You can’t spill your fears now, it’ll ruin the mode. You just shake your head, trying to convince him that you weren’t doing what he had accused you of. You let it slip anyway, “I don’t want to be a one night stand, I-“ He cuts you off and demands you to look up at him, he looks sad and a little caught off guard. 

“Y/n, I don’t do casual, I never have. I didn’t plan this situation because I was going to have my wicked way with you,-“ You cut him off, “I don’t understand, don’t you want to?” He laughs a little and it confuses you even more, of course, he notices. “Of course I do, I have every intention of ravishing you tonight. But this,” He points at himself and then at you, “Isn’t just about sex,” Your lip quivers, “What is it about then?” He offers you a gentle smile, which coaxes a smile from you as well. ”I would like to think that this is about love,” He shakes his head, “I’ve tried to make you see how I feel, I feel like a scared teenager right now,” You laugh at this because it was exactly what you were feeling. “You’re everything I want.” He says this with such honesty that there isn’t any part of you that doesn’t believe him. You smile at him, “You’re,” You hesitate, sharing your feelings have never been your strong suit. But playing out your characters’ feelings seems the most natural thing to you. Tom’s hand is playing with your hair, patiently waiting for you to finish your sentence, “You’re everything I want too.” He grins, “Can I kiss you?” Words fail you and you simply nod. He smiles against your lips, adding pressure as his mouth cover yours. The kiss deepens and you slip your hands up his neck, one settling in his now dry hair.

[the-mad-starker-inactive]

Starker Fic: Blood So Sweet

Vampire fic! Late for Halloween but that's... Nothing new 😅. And it's not (entirely) smutty?  Oh my. Tbh I feel like this is more crack fic than anything and there was supposed to be smut... Oh well.

Notes: Some blood?

💗💗💗

Peter died a very shitty death.

The good news was, he was up and awake in less than 24 hours. His so called sire had been passing by when he found Peter's bleeding body, a hit and run from the looks of it.

Peter had been revived for the mere fact that the vampire had thought it was a pity to have died so young. But beyond that, his sire had no desire to nurture or spend any more time than what was necessary.

No name, no guidance, just a few tips before the creature patted him on his head and drifted off.

Peter learned a lot on his own.

Sunlight was fine.

Garlic was fine.

He didn't test out the running water bit, but he didn't really care to.

For a long time, he thought the drinking blood part was a fake too. He didn't crave anything really, not food, not blood.

Were all the books on vampires that unreliable?

The only thing Peter had learned was that he was pretty much indestructible. Then later in the week, he learned another interesting fact.

He was able to persuade people into doing what he wanted. It didn't always work or maybe Peter was doing it wrong?  But he noticed a kind of glazed look overcoming his target's face. It wore off quickly if he didn't keep talking to them, but the continuous drone of his voice had them compliant and nodding along.

Now, Peter tended to be a good person but even he couldn't resist testing this new power of his. After a week, he figured out most of the quirks and had a new target in mind.

Friday evening, just right out of class and Peter was walking out of the subway. Around him, the buildings reached the sky but there was only one that he was interested it. The boy turned towards the gleaming, brightly lit building that belonged to his idol, Tony Stark.

Peter had looked up to the man since he was very young.

The teen had this whole plan on how he would meet his idol but it would have taken him years. Years to develop something that would catch Mr. Stark's eye and even more years to try to get into the older man's bed. Not to mention, morality might've been an issue with their age gap… Tony was decades older than Peter and while Peter only grew more and more enamoured, he knew the older man might not feel the same.

Peter had a huge crush on the older man and honestly, if given the choice to fuck Tony Stark or not fuck Tony Stark, the answer would be pretty obvious. He just… wanted a little taste. He still planned to romance his idol when they properly met… But he couldn’t turn down the possibility of having one night with Tony Stark.

He walked right into his idol's building, right up to the front desk where a pretty, pale brunette was typing away.

“Hello,” Peter greeted politely, “Is Mr. Stark in?”

She hadn't even looked up before replying.

“Yes. If you wish to make an appointment, you'll need to come in on a business day. Our hours are from 9 to 5,” the lady said, a perfectly memorized speech ready and executed flawlessly.

It was a bit daunting but Peter wasn't going to let that stop him.

“I'll be seeing him today,” Peter told her, firmly.

That caught her attention and she looked up, arching a perfectly shaped brow. She looked even more surprised when she realized Peter was some random teenager that had walked in.

“Mr. Stark does not take walk-in,” she said pointedly.

“I'm an exception,” Peter told her as he focused his mind and pushed his will onto hers.

She didn't blink or react in any way. They never did but the way she stared at him made him feel as though… Did his new power fail? Was there something about it he didn't know?

Before he could panic, the secretary looked back towards her work, disinterested.

“I see,” She then pointed to one of the elevators. “Top floor leads to the penthouse. Access key J0PWL5.”

“Thanks!” He hastily said before hurrying towards the elevator.

J0PWL5… The boy kept repeating the code until he was able to punch it into the touchscreen. The doors closed and Peter bounced on his heels. There was a knot of anxiety growing in the pit of his stomach, but beyond that, Peter was excited.

He was going to fulfill one of his very first fantasies and he just knew that it was going to be amazing. The elevator light flicked through every floor and with each floor that passed, the anxiety melted away. His cock was already showing interest, all those dirty thoughts making the blood rush south.

The elevator doors opened and then… Peter was in.

The penthouse was huge but Peter didn't take the time to properly take it in. He wanted to find Mr. Stark right away. Now that he was there, he felt his desires like it was a hook in his gut. Peter still couldn't believe this was happening but he listened to his instincts. He walked passed several closed doors, his feet leading him down a hall. He stopped right in front of a closed door and knew that his target was waiting inside.

Without any hesitation, he opened the door.

It was dark, the room didn't have a single light turned in.

The only light came from the windows, large ceiling to floor glass with heavy curtains pushed to the sides. The sun had already set and the city lights glowed beyond the glass, fighting with the silvery light of the full moon.

Peter's mouth went dry when he caught sight of the lean form on the chaise positioned right by the window.

The older man was gazing at the lights, long, sinewy limbs stretched out in a lazy sprawl.

The bed, with its rumpled sheets, was proof that the older man had just woken up. The thick, soft comforter looked like it had been pulled along when its owner got up, but it was abandoned on the floor.

Tony Stark didn't look surprised to see him. His eyes were dark and disinterested and it was only due to Peter's enhanced eyesight that he was able to see the sinful curve of the other man's lips.

“Hello,” Stark's voice rumbled, a rough, low purr that jolted Peter from his daze. He felt that hook in his gut twist at the sound of Tony's voice and it pulled a sharp gasp from the boy's lips.

“What are you doing here, hmm?” The older man asked curiously.

Peter took a deep breath, recalling what awaited him if he simply got himself under control.

A step forward, Peter raised his chin defiantly. He reached out the way he had in the past, his mind latching onto that slippery, unfathomable thing that separated one person from another.

Was he really going to do this? Take Mr. Stark's will away just because Peter wanted him?

Maybe later on, Peter would be ashamed. For now, he could only feel want and his desires could be fulfilled tight then and there…

“I want you,” Peter commanded, eyes locked on the older man's. His bravado faltered a bit. “Just… just for tonight. I want you to love me, to… to give me this one night.”

He felt his power rush out to fulfill his order and his eyes slipped shut. He couldn't believe he had done it but it'd be worth it.

Soft laughter met his ears and Peter's eyes flew open in shock.

“Your eyes glow when you do that,” Stark commented. “Did you know?”

He stared at the older man, eyes wide.

“What–” Peter said.

“Quiet, boy,” his target ordered softly. “The adult is talking now.”

His voice left him, lips closing without Peter's intention. Then Mr. Stark held out a hand, beckoning him forward, and Peter's body jerked, his legs moving without meaning to. He wasn't in control anymore and with growing horror, he realized that maybe… maybe he had bit off more than he could chew.

Peter watched as his hand reached out, slender fingers slipping into the older man's. Tony's skin was freezing.

Stark clasped his hand and Peter was helpless as the older man drew him closer until he was able to press Peter's wrist against his cheek. Tony watched Peter with hooded eyes as he turned his face until his nose pressed right against the non-existent pulse there.

A deep breath, audible to Peter's sensitive ears. The boy shivered, glad that he could at least do that.

“How old are you?” Stark wondered, then smirked when Peter's mouth wouldn't open. “Speak.”

“Sixt–”

“No,” Stark dismissed. He took another deep breath, shuddering at what he found there. His eyes slipped closed as though in ecstasy. “A week… two… at most. I can still smell the warmth of the sun in your blood…”

When he opened his eyes again, Peter felt his knees weaken but something kept him from slipping to the floor.

His idol's eyes were glowing as though a flame had been lit behind his irises. Peter's dazed mind couldn't settle on the color of the older man's eyes, brown? Maroon?

Those lips that he had imagined kissing and taking advantage of curled into a wicked smile. He caught sight of the sharp tip of a fang peeking out from beneath Tony's upper lip.

“Yes… You see now,” Tony murmured in delight.

He released Peter's hand and the boy whimpered at the loss. At some point, between when Tony had taken his hand to when he realized it, the older man's skin had warmed and Peter… felt cold. It suddenly made him feel so terrible that the older vampire wasn't touching him.

“Kneel.”

Peter fell to his knees. He should've been terrified, worried for what would happen to him. Somehow, he had bumped into another vampire. And the boy didn't know what the consequences of his actions would be. He should be trembling and yet, finding out his idol's secret only excited Peter even more.

Having Stark's attention, even if this wasn't how he planned it, still excited Peter. Even on his knees, his body leaned towards the older man, soaking up the elder's attention.

“So young…” Tony murmured, staring at him. “But you feel the pull, don't you, kid…?”

“I…” Peter didn't understand and his mind fell quiet when Stark got to his feet.

It was effortless, graceful, beautiful… Peter felt his body reacting, growing warm and aroused at the sight of his idol's naked body.

And yet, he couldn't move. He was forced to stay still as the older vampire circled him, pressing his naked chest against the boy's trembling back. He shuddered when he felt the press of Stark's lips on his ear.

“You wanted to make a meal of me…” Stark whispered, “I think… I’ll return the favor.”

The boy felt the sharp drag of the older man's teeth as Tony pressed them against his neck then a sharp sting as skin broke.

Peter moaned, body trembling in the older man's hold. It should hurt… Instead, Peter felt only ecstasy, felt his blood singing and his fingers curling into tight fists. Tony's tongue licked the wound, his mouth only giving the boy pleasure.

“So sweet…” he heard his idol murmur. “such a sweet treat...”

[lr-supernaturaladdict]

Time Goes On- Part. 10

Summary:You are a vampire that had been recruited by a group of hunters working for the not yet named Shield.  For years you were a hunter, killing your own kind for your own protection as well as protecting the innocent lives around you. When WWII hit nearly 20 years after your recruitment you were itching to get onto the battlefield, but you had a much more important job. You needed to train Captain America himself, in between meet and greets of course. You fell in love with him in the process, not realizing it even possible to feel anymore after nearly being dead for 40 years. But was winning the war really worth the cost that you felt in losing the first Avenger? Even after you meet a young Sam Winchester who made you feel as alive as he had made you feel?

A/N: I am so sorry for making everyone wait so long, have had very bad writers block and have been busy with life. Hope this chapter makes up for it though.

Word Count: 2982

Warnings: Angst

Tag list: @renner-hawkeyeloves @primenumberscanbeintimidating

My Masterlist

Part 01 Part 02 Part 03 Part 04 Part 05 Part 06 Part 07 Part 08 Part 09

2008:

“I seriously don’t understand why I agreed to come to this thing with you when you just ended up gambling the entire time,” you groaned annoyed at the man you were accompanying.

“Look,” he looked down at you with a smirk. “I get that you have more pressing matters, but I needed you here on my big night.”

Rolling your eyes you walked past him as he handed his award he received to a random casino goer. “Whatever Tony,” you scoffed and pushed aside his bodyguard Happy, who was standing in front of the car you’d be taking.

“(Y/N), hold on,” Tony called out to you as he ran after you.

“No Tony, I won’t hold on. I agreed to come because this was a big accomplishment for you, not to stand around watching you hit on random sluts and gamble away thousands of dollars,” running your hand down your face, you looked around to make sure there wasn’t anyone close by. “Dean’s running out of time and I’m running out of ideas. Being here,” you paused and pulled on the fancy green gown you were wearing. “Wearing this, this was us three years ago when I didn’t have the fate of the world and my boys life on the line,” putting your hands on his cheeks you made him look you dead in the eye. “I love you, but I’m this damn close to socking you in the face with all of the questionable things you’ve been doing.

“I’m sorry okay?” he put his hands over yours and sighed. “I wasn’t thinking.”

Before you could say anything else an attractive blonde haired reporter walked up to you both. “Excuse me, Mr. Stark can I have a moment?” rolling your eyes you knew how this was going to go.

Tony gave you a look silently asking if she was attractive and you just nodded. “Just be quiet this time,” you whispered to him before moving away and getting into the awaiting car. Before you had a chance to ask, Happy had gotten into the front seat and started the car.

“Mr. Stark will be finding another way home tonight,” he had said to you.

“I figured as much, but thank you Happy,” you smiled at him in the rearview mirror as you made eye contact.

“Anything for you miss Winchester,” he smiled back at you. You couldn’t help but smile at your title to him. Of course you didn’t give him your actual last name for the sake of keeping your life a secret, but it didn’t hurt using your families name. Tony even thought it was a good idea, even Tony’s personal assistant knew you as a Winchester. If anyone asked who you were currently, you were a cousin visiting from the south.

…

“Bobby I know it’s almost time,” you sighed into the phone, pinching the bridge of your nose. “And I’m scared shitless, but I’ll make it. We’ll figure this shit out and we’ll save him, we have too.”

“Kid, I know that you’re scared, I am too. I helped raised these boys almost as much as you did. He’s starting to freak out, he needs you here. Sam needs you here,” you could hear him keep his voice low, the boys were there and he didn’t want them to hear him.

“I know, I’ll leave as soon as I can. Tony hasn’t called me yet saying he made it to base, I’m getting worried,” you rubbed the back of your neck as you looked at your now finished packed bag. You didn’t have a lot, so you just kept it with you wherever you went.

“Just hurry, please (Y/N).”

“I’ll leave now, I’m sure he’ll call me later,” you grabbed your bag and threw it over your shoulder making your way out of your room and the house. “I have to focus on Dean,” you could feel the burn in your eyes from unshed tears. “I’ll be there by breakfast tomorrow, tell the boys I love em.”

“Will do, and (Y/N)?” he waited for you to respond before answering.

“Yeah Singer?”

“Be careful,” you could hear the worry in his voice.

“Always,” you smiled and got into your car. “Bye Bobby.”

“Bye Kid,” you heard the line go dead as you started the car and pulled out of the long driveway of Tony’s mansion.

…

You had only been on the road for 12 hours when you finally got a call. You were expecting it to be Tony, but when you saw it was an unknown number your heart dropped.

“Hello,” you answered the phone as you turned down your radio.

“Hello, is this Ms. Winchester?” a deep voice asked on the other end. They referred you by Winchester, meaning it had to of been something to do with Tony, all of the hunters you know would know your real name.

“Yes, this is she,” you raised an eyebrow in question as you pulled your car onto the exit ramp you needed to take.

“(Y/N), this is James Rhodes,” his voice sounded different now, sadder.

“James? Is everything okay, did Tony make it to base?” you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat.

“No, he didn’t,” he sighed before continuing. “The jeeps that were escorting Tony were attacked, no survivors were found.”

“What?” you could feel your throat close, is took all of you not to lose control of your emotions. “Tony’s dead?” your voice broke.

“No, he’s alive. At least as far as we can tell,” his voice didn’t sound any happier.

“So what are you trying to tell me?” you looked at the GPS you were using on the dashboard, still 13 hours until you made it to Sioux Falls.

“Tony was taken by the terrorist organization known as the Ten Rings,” his voice sound gruffer.

“You’re saying Tony was kidnapped?”

“Yes, I’m so sorry (Y/N),” he sounded so sincere it broke your already dead heart.

“No,” you whispered. “What are you going to do about it?!” you yelled at him over the phone.

“We’re trying to find him, we’ll call when we do.”

“Well you better try harder,” you hissed before hanging up and throwing your phone on the seat next to you. “FUCK,” you screamed and slammed your hands against the steering wheel.

Taking a deep breath you pushed your foot harder onto the gas, making your car speed well over the speed limit. You had to get to Dean, you may have lost one of you boys for good. You couldn’t lose another. Tears ran down your cheeks as you pushed your car harder.

…

Pulling up to Bobby’s scrap yard at 6am would have felt like a blessing, but it felt more like a curse. Since you found out about Tony the drive felt longer than it really was. More then once you wanted to let your anger get to you, but that wouldn’t be good to anymore. You can’t control your hunger when you’re angry, that’s not what anyone needs right now.

The sun was barely peeking over the horizon when you pulled up to the house, you knew you didn’t have much time left before Deans year was up. Tonight was it. You had spent all your spare time doing research on how to get out of a demon deal. Right now the only option you had was to kill the demon who held the contract. From what you’ve learned it was Lilith, the demon who had seemed to be in charge after Azazel's death. You didn’t understand why it was so important for her to hold his contract, but you didn't care. She had to die.

You turned off the ignition to your car and just looked at the front door of Bobby’s house. How did everything become such shit in your life? Yeah things were never perfect, but two people you care about are in danger, one could already be dead. You know why Dean did what he did, to protect Sam. But at what cost.

You could feel warmth touching your cheek, you knew what it was but now wasn’t the time to cry. Wiping your cheek with the back of your hand you looked at it curiously. “How the fuck did you end up here again. Crying over a human,” taking a deep breath you clenched your jaw. “Fuck,” you breathed out, clenching your fists onto the steering wheel as tightly as you could.

You moved quickly as you opened the car door and slammed it shut, you didn’t know what you were doing. Your feet moved on their own accord. The next thing you knew you found yourself in Bobby’s shop. Looking around frantically you found a crowbar. Grabbing it you went back to your car. It was the car Tony had given you. “Steve,” you whispered as you stared at the color of the car, the same light blue that always reminded you of his eyes. “I can’t take this anymore,” you felt more hot tears stream down your cheeks as you lifted the crowbar above your head.

You don’t even remember the first hit, but you sure as hell remember hearing them run towards you as you continued smashing the crowbar into the windshield and hood of the car. You could barely hear them call your name, it all sounded muffled. “Howard, John, I couldn’t keep ‘em safe,” you whispered before dropping the crowbar and ripping the side mirror off the drivers side.

Before you could make anymore moves towards the car large arms were wrapped around your smaller frame, not that it meant anything because of how strong you were. You could feel your fangs pierce through your gums as your struggled against their hold. When you managed to kick out their knees behind you, you turned to face your attacker. Only realizing who it was after the fact. “(Y/N)!” a voice from beside you yelled. “SNAP OUTTA IT.”

“Bobby,” you looked towards the voice and then back at your attacker. “Sammy,” you retracted your fangs immediately and fell next to him. “I’m sorry,” you whispered and reached to touch him, only for him to recoil away from you.

“Get up,” you heard Deans gruff voice next and his strong hand grabbing your bicep roughly.

“I didn’t,” you stood up and looked up at the green-eyed hunter. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know,” Dean quickly pulled you into a hug, embracing you tightly. You felt your legs give out underneath you as you lost yourself in emotions, but Dean lowered himself with you. “We saw the news,” he whispered. “I’m sorry (Y/N/N).”

You pressed your face into his shoulder and continued to cry. Another hand that didn’t belong to Dean ran up your back. “We think you should stay back tonight,” it was Sam.

“No,” you instantly pulled back all of your emotions and moved away from them both.

“Kid,” Bobby moved closer to you all. “I ain’t ever seen you like this,” he looked so broken. “You need to stay here, especially if they call about Tony.”

Standing up once more you brushed off your knees. “I’m fine, just a little pent up aggression is all. You need me if you want to stop this SOB.”

All three men looked at you with sympathy in their eyes. We’ve all lost someone we cared about, but do they really understand? They couldn’t, you’ve watched so many people you loved die like you were a toxin in their lives, poisoning everyone with your presence.

“We understand that you want to help Dean, but you’re unstable we can’t afford you getting hurt,” Sam looked at you with his puppy dog eyes, any other time you might have listened but now was not the time.

“Don’t you mean you can’t afford me getting in the way,” you stepped closer to him, but he didn’t step down. A man his size should intimidate a person your size, but you were different. He should be afraid of you.

“(Y/N),” Dean put his hand on your shoulder trying to get you to step away from his brother.

“Do you even care if you die tonight,” you whispered just loud enough for them to hear you.

“Of course I do,” Dean said sadly, knowing full well what may happen.

“Then stay out of my way,” you brushed his hand off and walked towards the house, not looking back at the expressions each man wore. You stopped at the front door and clenched your fist. “I’ve lost to many god damn people to sit on the sidelines without a choice, I’m going,” you said loudly and clearly enough for them to hear you.

…

“You sure this is the place?” you looked back at Sam who had chosen to sit in the back seat in the Impala, allowing you to take the front.

“Yeah, she’s possessing someone in that house,” he nodded his head towards it. “You sure you’re up for this?”

Grinning you grabbed your gun, making sure it’s loaded. “I’ve never been better,” you smiled at him and got out of the car.

“You believe her?” Sam said, looking at his older brother who just shrugged.

“If tonights my last night, I ain’t fighting with her. No bad blood,” he opened his door and got out.

“Right,” Sam pursed his lips and got out of the Impala behind his brother.

“Who the fuck are you?” you hissed pushing a blonde woman into the fence surrounding the house. You held your pistol to her temple.

“Care to call off the attack dog,” she said looking past you.

“(Y/N), let her go. She’s here to help,” Sam quickly came up to your side.

“A demon is here to help? And you wanted to freakin’ bench me,” you glared at the youngest Winchester, but didn’t release her.

“How do you know I’m a demon,” you could hear the smirk in her voice.

“Because you smell like skank,” you looked back at her, smirking your proudest smirk at her. “Give me the knife,” you said bluntly.

“What knife?” she said innocently.

“Fine,” you turned her quickly and grabbed the demon knife out of her boot. “The minute Sam said you were here to help I knew who you were, you cross us I will gut you like a fucking fish,” you pushed her into the fence harder, savoring the amount she was struggling. “Seems like they didn’t tell you much about me either, I can’t kill you without that knife, but I have my ways of torture,” you pushed her to the ground roughly. “Nice to meet you Ruby.”

She grimaced and stood quickly, attempting to move towards you. “Wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Dean said with snark as you handed him the knife. He moved it in his hands skillfully, what you taught him. “Thanks for bringing it back,” he saluted her and walked in the opposite direction.

Instead of saying anything else she just huffed and looked innocently at Sam. You couldn’t help the pang of hurt in your chest at the way he looked at her. She was a demon, he shouldn’t have agreed to work with her in the first place, that’s what this was about. Right? “We go in once Bobby finishes with the water supply,” Sam nodded but before he had a chance to say anything you walked away in the direction Dean left in.

…

“I knew I didn’t fucking like you,” you hissed at the Ruby meatsuit, who now actually contained Lilith.

“Right back at you honey,” she smiled wickedly at you before turning her attention to Sam. “You’re everything I expected and more.”

“Get away from him,” Dean screamed from where he was pinned, attempting to go after her.

“I swear to god I will stab you in the face and rip your throat out if you touch him,” you snarled with your fangs on full display, you just weren’t strong enough to fight her hold.

She moved away from Sam slowly and whistled, you knew what was about to happen. You heard them, but Dean saw them. “DEAN,” Sam yelled, trying to pull out of her hold harder.

“NO,” you felt something digging into your skin, but it didn’t matter you had to get to him, but it was no use.

You watched as something ripped into Deans leg, blood and bone. You couldn’t hear him scream, everything just blending together and all you saw was the blood. It ripped into him, making sure not to leave any spot unblemished. There was so much blood, but it didn’t urge on your hunger. It made you sick, but you couldn’t look away.

The moment you fell to your knees you still couldn’t move, so you weren’t sure how you ended up right next to him, holding onto his hand for dear life. The longer you stayed with him, the more his blood would affect you, dead man's blood.

You weren’t sure how long it had been, but when you heard Bobby’s voice as clear as day you knew that it had been awhile.

“Kid, you’ve been sittin with him to long. You’re going to get sick,” he pressed his hand against the back of your neck.

Taking a deep breath you shook your head. “I don’t care.”

“I have to get the pire ready,” he put his hand on your shoulder.

“No.”

“What?” Bobby looked up at Sam who had the same look on his face as you.

“We bury him,” he said without looking at Bobby.

“Sam, we have to burn him,” Bobby looked at you for help.

“He needs a body for when he comes back,” you held Deans hand to your lips.

“(Y/-,” you stopped him by standing up quickly,

“He’s coming back. So we bury him.”

[supernatural-stuffs]

Fire Safety-Part 1

A/N: So I’ve finally decided to get back to writing again. This is the first RPF I’ve attempted to write, so please be kind. There will be a part two coming soon, told from Jared’s POV because I’m a wordy-ass bitch and can’t write one-shots, apparently. Also, my old main blog kept acting up, so I will be following back and replying with @adepta-vitam (which is more grammatically accurate anyway). As always, feedback is appreciated. Thanks for reading!!

Warnings: Language, angst (I think?), canon-level violence

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader

Disclaimer: Both Jensen and Jared are single for the purposes of this fic. No hate intended towards either of their wives or families-this is purely fiction!!!

Word Count: 4,727

"Dean!” you screamed as the vampire appeared behind him. “Duck!"

He didn’t hesitate, slamming to the ground as you hurled the machete over his head, slicing cleanly through the neck of the bloodsucker about to make him his main course. Dean panted as he lay there on the ground, covered in blood and vampire guts. You rushed to him, kneeling on the ground beside him. Your hands fluttered over the blood stain on his shirt, trying to assess his injuries. He grabbed them in his instead, not letting you fuss over him.

“I’m fine,” Dean said, flashing that cocky grin at you. “Completely injury free.”

He released one of your hands to stroke a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You let out a sigh of relief and nearly attacked him as you threw yourself on top of him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I thought…”

“Yeah, I know, sweetheart. But I’m right here. Everything’s fine,” he reassured.

He rubbed your back soothingly. You pulled back to look at him. He met your gaze evenly. You didn’t move, holding your breath as he stroked a hand across your cheek. Dean’s eyes flickered towards your lips. You were sure your heart stopped beating. He leaned in, breath mingling with yours…and let out a huge burp.

“Cut!” called Bob exasperatedly.

You punched Jensen on the arm, but you were laughing as you pulled away from him.

“Dude, you seriously need a breath mint. What the hell did you eat for lunch?”

“Garlic toast,” he choked out through his laughter. “I thought I’d make the experience as enjoyable as possible for you.”

“You two done?” asked Bob aggravatedly, raising an eyebrow.

“I am not kissing him til someone gets him some gum,” you pointed accusingly at him.

Jensen grabbed your waist and hauled you closer to him, blowing a long breath into your face. You squealed and squirmed around in his grip.

“I think you just singed off my eyebrows,” you giggled.

“Alright,” declared Bob. “I’m not gonna get anywhere with you right now. Take 15.” He stalked off towards the light crew.

You stopped laughing, feeling guilty now. That had been the third time you and Jensen had messed up the scene. Bob was just trying to do his job.

Jensen waved his hand in front of your face. “Hello…Earth to Y/N.”

You snapped back to attention. “Do you think we should go apologize to Bob?”

He slung his arm over your shoulders. “We’ll talk to him after the break. Give him time to cool off.”

You nodded still biting your lip nervously. You were relatively new to the world of Supernatural; to acting in general, in fact. You couldn’t afford to piss off the director and lose your job this early. Especially not this job. You loved Supernatural and the family that came with it. Everyone, cast and crew included, were supportive and helpful and welcoming. You hadn’t had much interaction with the fans, given the season hadn’t premiered yet, but you were sure they were just as amazing.

“Hey guys!”

And there was the other reason, jogging towards you. The tall, hazel-eyed, potential shampoo model otherwise known as Jared Padalecki. Though your character was heading towards a relationship with Jensen’s, it was his costar you had fallen for. And who could blame you, really? Jared was gorgeous, down-to-earth, hilarious…and just about every other positive adjective you could think of. You shrugged Jensen’s arm off of you and turned to face Jared as he approached.

“Hey!” you responded, a little too brightly.

Thankfully, neither of the guys seemed to notice.

“Is there a reason Bob is acting so pissy?” Jared asked. “He just about bit off an intern’s head.”

Your cheeks flushed with guilt again. You shot a look at Jensen again, who was trying to hold in a laugh.

“It’s not funny!” you slapped him on the chest. “That poor intern!”

Jared’s eyebrows shot up. “So it was you guys.”

“Yeah…” admitted Jensen. “We may have pushed Bob a little too far.”

“Wait…wasn’t your kissing scene supposed to be today?”

A nervous laugh bubbled out of your throat before you could stop it. “Yeah… it never actually happened though.”

“Well it would have, if you hadn’t insulted my hygiene habits.”

“Hygiene habits my ass! He had garlic for lunch, Jared. Garlic!”

Jared started laughing. “Seriously, man?”

Jensen nodded, grinning. You rolled your eyes.

“You guys are morons.”

The rest of the day passed smoothly. You apologized to Bob and finally completed your scene (garlic breath and all). Eventually, you reached your tiny apartment and went to bed, stumbling through your nightly routine.

Your alarm blared in your ear all too soon. You groaned and rolled over, slamming the button. But the loud beeping persisted.

You opened your eyes, confused. Your room was pitch black. The numbers on your clock read 2:37am. You sucked in a yawn as you sat up. And then you smelled it.

Smoke.

Realization hit you all at once. The ear-piercing blaring of the fire alarms seemed to get more urgent as you bolted out of bed. You rushed to the door and grasped the knob.

"Shit!" You let go quickly and waved your hand frantically.

The knob was burning hot. You should have thought to test the door before you opened it. If the knob was that hot, the fire was probably close. As in, on the other side of your door.

You backed away, trying to figure out what action to take. The door was definitely out. Your eyes flitted to the window. But you were on the second floor. There’s no guarantee you’d survive a fall like that. You pushed aside the curtains anyway, hoping for a solution.

And you found one, in the form of a rusty red fire escape. You crawled out the window nimbly, pausing to grab your phone from the nightstand in an afterthought, tucking it in the waistband of your sleep shorts. You climbed down the creaky ladder, trying your hardest not to let fear cloud your thoughts. The end of the ladder was in sight. As you climbed the last few rungs, you saw a large crowd gathered by the parking lot, watching anxiously as firefighters and EMTs rushed around.

"Y/N!” cried Mrs. Perko, your neighbor. She enfolded you in a tight hug, tears filling her eyes. “I was so worried about you, dear.”

You patted her arm awkwardly, not completely comfortable with this sudden display of affection. Finally extracting yourself from her grip, your eyes flitted over to the building. It seemed that the fire had been subdued rather quickly.

“Was anyone hurt?” you questioned the crowd.

An older gentleman spoke up. “A few, from smoke inhalation. And they’re still evacuating the building now. But they put out the fire before it did any real damage, I think.”

“Thank God,” you murmured.

A few people nodded their agreement. Everyone turned back to their own side conversations, most likely figuring out where to stay for the night. That was something you needed to consider, as well. You could sleep in your car…except for the small fact that your keys were still in your apartment. Along with any money, credit cards, and ID you had. So getting a taxi and sleeping in a hotel for the night was out. You weighed your options. You did have your phone. You could call someone. Jared’s face flashed in your mind. But he was probably sleeping. And you hated to be a burden. But what was the other alternative, really? Sleeping in the street somewhere, with only a tiny tank top and pajama shorts for protection? You’d surely freeze to death in the Canadian weather. You sucked up your pride for the time being and dialed his number. The phone rang once, twice, three times. You almost lost your nerve and hung up when you heard a click.

“Hello?” his groggy voice came over the phone.

“Jared? Oh my God, you were asleep. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” you babbled.

“Y/N?” He sounded much more awake now, voice shot through with something you couldn’t quite place. Concern? “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Definitely concern. “Well…umm…my apartment building…there was kind of a small fire and-”

“A fire?” Jared’s voice went up an octave. “Shit, are you hurt?”

“No, no, I’m fine,“ you reassured. “But I had to leave my keys and my wallet and I didn’t really have anyone else to call…” You trailed off, not really knowing what to say.

“I’m on my way,” Jared promised. “Hang tight, okay Y/N?”

“Okay,” you said in a small voice. “Thanks, Jare.”

“Of course. I’ll be there soon as I can.”

You heard another click, this time signaling the end of the call, and breathed a sigh of relief. He really was a life-saver. A firefighter came by, offering you a blanket, but it did little to keep the cold at bay. Soon enough, people started to vacate the lot. The ambulances pulled away and the firetrucks departed. And you, well you just did your best to not get frostbite. You wrapped your arms around your shivering form, attempting to keep the heat in somewhat. Your fingers and toes were just starting to go numb when you heard someone calling your name.

“Y/N!”

Jared strode over to you as you turned to locate him. He wrapped you up in his strong arms tightly, and you relished in his warmth and the smell of his shower gel.

“Jesus, Y/N, you’re freezing!”

He rubbed his hands up and down your arms, trying to warm you with friction. You nodded and shivered into his chest. He pulled away all too soon, eyes raking you up and down for injuries as he pulled off the zip-up he had been wearing and draped it around your shoulders.

“You sure you’re okay?” Jared eyed you skeptically.

You nodded and pushed your arms through the sweatshirt, zipping it up nearly all the way. It hung past the hem of your shorts, making it seem as though you weren’t wearing bottoms at all.

“I’m okay. Really.”

He gave you one last glance over, as if he didn’t really believe you. This just gave you the chance to look at him. His hair was mussed with the aftermath of bedhead, and his muscles bulged out of the T-shirt he wore. He pulled you into his side and tucked you under his arm before you could start drooling, thankfully, and began walking you toward his car. Your heart fluttered at being so close to him, though you wished it were under different circumstances. He opened the passenger door for you-always the gentleman-and helped you in before shutting it softly behind you. You noticed the car was already running, the key still in place from when he had parked it. Jared slid into the driver’s seat and immediately started messing with the heat, turning it on full blast.

“You can change it if you get too hot or anything.”

You nodded at him and stilled his hand, which was still fussing with the knob. He peeked up at you through his long eyelashes.

“Thank you,” you said, trying to put as much meaning behind those words as you could, hoping he would understand you weren’t just talking about the temperature.

He smiled softly. “You’re welcome.”

His gaze suddenly became too much, and you removed your hand from on top of his. He looked away swiftly and changed gears, beginning the trip to his apartment, which was only about 15 minutes away, though it had felt like much longer when you were fighting off the cold by yourself.

“So…the car was still running when I got in. Did you mean to do that or…?”

Jared blushed. “I kinda forgot. I was so worried about finding you, I just…didn’t even think about it.”

Now it was your turn to blush. He was that concerned about you? Maybe that meant he cared about you…just as you cared about him? No, that couldn’t be right. Jared was a good guy. Of course he’d be worried about you-you were friends. It was foolish to hope for anything more.

“Oh. Well I’m glad you did. Find me, I mean.”

A small smile played on the corner of Jared’s lips. “Me too.”

You lapsed into silence for a moment. You noticed it was already almost 3 in the morning and internally groaned. Call time was only 4 hours away. What were you supposed to do? You didn’t have clothes, or even shoes. Your license, credit cards, everything was still at your apartment. And, judging by the amount of smoke that had spilled into your room, you weren’t going to be getting them back. Jared nudged you on the shoulder.

“Hey. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

You buried your face in your hands and blinked back tears. “Nothing, it’s just…work’s gonna be a bitch tomorrow.”

“I could call Bob,” offered Jared. “Get him to move around your scenes. I’m sure he would understand.”

You smiled into your hands at his effort to help. You looked up at him, pushing your hair back in frustration.

“No,” you shook your head. “I don’t want to mess everything up. But thank you.”

You swallowed, hard. You watched Jared drive for a moment. “What am I gonna do, Jared?”

He pulled up at a red light, turning to look at you as you continued.

“Everything is gone. All I have are the clothes on my back-literally. I don’t-”

“Hey,” a warm, calloused hand landed on your knee, cutting you off. “We’ll figure it out, okay? I know everything looks bad right now. But there’s nothing you can do about it tonight. Just try to relax, and we can look at it again in the morning.”

Your heart warmed with the way he had said “we”. You weren’t in it alone. Nodding, you gave him a watery smile. He squeezed your knee once comfortingly before removing it to place it back on the steering wheel. You felt cold without his touch.

The adrenaline that had been pumping through your veins started to wear off. You could feel the exhaustion seeping in, and rather than fighting it, you closed your eyes and let it overtake you, knowing you were safe with Jared next to you.

You awoke for the second time that day, not to the blaring of a fire alarm, but to the soft calling of your name and a light pressure on your arm. It took you a moment for your sleep-addled brain to figure out where you were. You felt a plush mattress underneath you, so you knew you were no longer in Jared’s car. How you got to said mattress, you couldn’t say, but frankly you didn’t really care. You burrowed further into the blankets, letting your head sink into the plush pillow.

Jared chuckled.

“Come on Y/N. You’ve gotta wake up.”

You groaned and shut your eyes tighter. “Five more minutes,” you mumbled, turning away from him.

“Y/N,” Jared said in a sing-song voice. “Time for work.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Shhh. Y/N is sleeping. Please leave a message at the tone.”

You made a strangled beeping sound as you flailed blindly with your hand, trying to push him away.

“You’re really not a morning person, huh?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

You refused to respond.

“Would the promise of breakfast wake you up at all?” he wondered, bouncing up and down on the bed, making your body roll towards him.

You shifted to face him completely, cracking open one eye to see if he was bluffing. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking amused at your morning state.

“What kind of breakfast?”

Jared grinned. “Waffles. Chocolate chip waffles, if we’re being specific.”

You opened your other eye. “Will there be coffee?”

Jared nodded, beaming. You sighed and sat up slowly, running a hand through your tangled hair.

“She awakens!”

You glared at him. “Well I’m glad you’re so chipper this morning.”

He snickered and headed towards the door, calling over his shoulder as he went. “If you want to shower, you can use the bathroom at the end of the hallway. Towels are in there already.”

“Uh, Jared?” you stopped him before he got out the door. “I don’t really have anything to wear…”

He smacked his hand to his forehead. “I totally forgot about that.”

He scrutinized you as you sat on the bed, as if he was assessing what would look best on you. You felt self-conscious under his gaze, and you tried desperately to comb out the knots in your hair. He smirked at your efforts.

“I think I might have an old pair of sweatpants that might fit okay…I’ll see what I can find.”

You nodded. “Thank you!” You called to his retreating back.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur. You barely had time to shovel a waffle down your throat before you heard the honking of a car outside.

“That’ll be Cliff,” stated Jared as he pulled on his jacket.

He tossed you a hoodie from the coat rack, which you nearly fell over trying to catch. You managed to snag it just before it hit the ground. Looking up sheepishly, you saw Jared fighting to keep in his laughter.

“Yeah, yeah, buddy. Yuk it up at the non-coordinated girl.”

That broke him. He burst into giggles, his cheeks turning red from his mirth.

You glared at him, pushing past him out the door, his laughter following you outside. You made your way to the large black car and slid in. Jensen hadn’t even looked up from his phone.

“Dude, you gotta watch this video,” he said, grinning down at his screen. “It’s hil-”

He glanced up and did a double take. “You’re not Jared,” he stated stupidly.

You gasped and looked down at yourself. “I’m not?” you said, pretending to be shocked.

Jared-the real Jared-slid in behind you. Jensen’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of you.

“Woah-are you guys-did you finally make it to bone zone, dude?” He asked excitedly.

Both of your cheeks colored bright crimson, and Jared started shaking his head so hard you were afraid he’d get whiplash.

“No! She’s not-I mean, we’re not-it’s not like that,” Jared scrambled to deny it.

Your heart dropped. Even though you knew that it wasn’t like that between you and Jared, it still hurt to hear him dismiss it so vehemently.

Jensen leaned back, looking disappointed. “Oh. Well then what is going on?”

“My apartment-there was a fire-”

"A fire?” Jensen looked up, aghast.

You nodded. “So I called Jared, and he let me stay with him for the night.”

“Geez,” said Jensen, leaning back in his seat and running his hand through his hair. “That sucks Y/N. If you need anything, let me know.”

You gave him a small smile.

“Thanks, Jens.”

He nodded back an affirmation.

“That reminds me, though,” you sighed sullenly. “I’ve gotta go back to the apartment after the fire, see if I can get to my stuff.”

“I can drive you,” Jared volunteered.

You felt terrible, making him cart you around everywhere like some kind of toddler, but it’s not like you had any other option.

“Thank you, Jared.”

He smiled at you and grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly before returning his hand to his side. Your skin tingled where he touched you, and you felt your heart beat pick up just from the casual gesture.

Goddamn it Y/N. You’re like a schoolgirl with a crush, you scolded yourself. Internally shaking it off, you passed the rest of the ride in silence.

“Y/N!”

You stopped in your tracks at the sound of your voice. Turning, you saw Bob jogging after you. He caught up with you as you waited.

“Can I see you in my office?”

You were sure your heart physically fell out of your chest. Oh my God, you thought. You nodded, forcing yourself to smile politely as you followed him across the set. This is it. He’s gonna fire me. Or tell me I’m not cut out for acting. Or both. Definitely both. As you ran through all the terrible things that could possible happen in this impromptu meeting, you didn’t even notice when you reached the door to his office. It swung open, and you were met with the man himself. Eric Kripke. Holy shit, you screamed internally. You must have been a pretty terrible actress for them to get the creator of the fucking show to come in and fire you.

“Y/N!” He smiled warmly. “It’s so nice to finally meet you in person.”

Nice for you, maybe. You’re not the one getting fired, you thought bitterly. But you nodded and smiled anyway.

“The pleasure is mine, sir.” At least you could go out with some dignity.

“I wanted to give my condolences for the fire that occurred last night. If you need anything, please let me know.”

You bobbed your head mechanically, waiting for him to get to the point. “Thank you, Mr. Kripke. That means a lot.”

“Please,” he said waving his hand at you. “Call me Eric.”

“Oh-um, okay.”

That was certainly unexpected. He seemed pretty buddy-buddy for a guy who was about to give you the boot. He’s probably just trying to cushion the blow.

“Well, Y/N. You’ve made quite an impression on the cast here.”

This was it. This was the part where he told you you were a terrible actress. That you should find a different profession. You were so busy steeling yourself for the blow that you almost missed his next words.

“The writers and I have talked, and we have decided that we aren’t quite ready to get rid of Y/C/N just yet.”

“I completely unders- wait, what?”

“We want to renew your contract.”

You stared at him blankly, shocked.

“For next season,” he elaborated when you didn’t respond.

“I-I’m sorry I just wasn’t expecting that. Thank you, sir. Thank you so much,” you gushed.

“What were you expecting? That I was going to fire you?” He laughed as if he’d just made the funniest joke in the world.

You smiled weakly at him and slumped back in your seat. A million things were running through your mind. At the forefront was Jared. You would get to work with him again. You would be seeing him, every day, for the foreseeable future. You weren’t sure if that excited you or scared you. Both, if you were being honest with yourself. Excited because you would get to be near him, every day, see that bright smile with the dimples and the way he threw his head back when he laughed. And scared because you didn’t know how you’d be able to handle it, watching him every day and knowing he’d never be yours.

Eric interrupted your train of thought. “Alright then, we’ll get your contract all squared away tomorrow. I just wanted to inform you as soon as possible for scheduling purposes."

He stood and offered his hand to you, and you realized the meeting was over. You shot up, shaking his hand.

"Have a nice night, Y/N."

“Right. You too, sir.”

Bob opened the door for you (he had just stood at the back of the room the whole time-kind of creepily, you might add) and you stepped out, almost in a dream. You saw Jensen across the lot, walking aimlessly around holding a phone up to his ear. You waved to him, and he caught your eye. He said something into the phone, and made a beeline straight for you. You walked towards him, planning on meeting him halfway. You could make out his voice as the two of you got closer together.

“Yeah man, she’s right here…No, we’re by the offices…Okay.”

He ended the call and shoved his phone in his pocket.

You raised your eyebrows expectantly. “Someone looking for me?”

“Yeah, Jared. He said he called you but you weren’t picking up.”

You pressed your palm to your forehead. “Oh, shit. I completely forgot to text him. I left my phone in my trailer.”

“Yeah, well this place is pretty small. We were bound to find you eventually.”

You nodded, still feeling guilty that you hadn’t even bothered to text Jared to let him know where you were.

“So, what were you doing over here, anyways? Got a meeting with the big boss?”

“Yeah, actually. I just came from there.”

It was at that moment that Kripke chose to walk out of the office, talking animatedly on his cell.

Jensen’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hair line.

“Woah, it really was the big boss. You must have done something pretty bad to make Kripke come in here.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you shoved him playfully with your shoulder.

“Yeah,” he shoved you back the same way, harder. “I would like to know.”

“Well, if you must know, yours truly is having her contract renewed for next season.”

Jensen stopped in his tracks. “No way.”

You nodded, smiling so widely your cheeks hurt.

“Y/N, that’s-that’s awesome!” He laughed, grabbing you and swinging you around in a hug.

You laughed, too, glad that Jensen was this happy you were staying. You two had bonded almost instantly. He reminded you of your older brother, and you knew you had him looking out for you.

“Woah, what’s going on here?”

Jensen stopped swinging you around, and you pulled out of his embrace, stumbling a bit. Strong hands steadied you, and you found yourself face to face (well, face to neck area, more like-he was really tall) with Jared Padalecki. You blushed and stuttered a bit, caught off guard.

“Well, he-I mean, I-was just saying-and then Jensen, he did the spinny thing and then-"

“Y/N’s contract got renewed!” Jensen boomed behind you, saving you from further embarrassment.

You shot him a grateful look.

“Really?”

You looked up at Jared hopefully, nodding. How will he take it? you wondered. Will he be happy?

He smiled slightly at you and nodded. “That’s great, Y/N. Congratulations.”

He didn’t sound very happy. He sounded…a little distraught if you had to choose one word to describe it. Your smile drooped. He wasn’t happy. He didn’t want you around. God, you knew this was going to turn out badly for you. Why did you ever think developing feelings for Jared would be a good idea? He couldn’t even be happy for you as a friend. He probably thought you were annoying, a nuisance, in the way. You made a mental note to find a hotel room for the night. You didn’t want to burden him any more than you already had.You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, trying to hide your disappointment and hurt behind a mask. You were an actor. You could do this. You had to do this. Just stick it out til filming was over, and then you’d disappear, and stop bugging Jared. You could move on with your life, and eventually, probably, you'd forget about the hazel-eyed actor who'd once captured your attention.

“Well I think this calls for celebration!” called Jensen, either not noticing or pretending not to notice the shift in mood. “We going out for drinks?”

You were already shaking your head before he even finished his sentence. “I-um-can’t tonight. I’ve gotta swing by the apartment, see if I can claim my stuff. I don't even know if I'll be able to get my wallet back.”

Jensen scoffed. "Oh please, like you'd be paying. Drinks on me!"

“We’ve got an early call time in the morning,” pointed out Jared.

“You guys didn’t get the text from Bob?” 

“My phone’s in the trailer,” you reminded Jensen.

Jared looked confused, too.

“Yeah, Bob said we don’t have to be in til 11 tomorrow. Something about the lighting crew and getting the equipment fixed. And Y/N, we could just swing by your apartment on the way!”

“I mean, I guess we could, but-”

“Great!” exclaimed Jensen. “You go and let everyone know then, and me and Jared will scope out some places. Right, buddy?”

It was obvious Jensen wasn’t going to take no for an answer. You sighed, bracing yourself for an awkward night.

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[the-road-so-far-imagines]

Get Comfortable

Warnings: brief mentions of nudity (nothing explicit)

Word Count: 1585

Request: “Hello! I’ve had this idea for a deanxreader imagine where Dean and the reader accidentally rent a motel room with only one bed and they wind up sharing that one bed because its really late and they just want to get some sleep. I kind of pictured this really awkward scene when they wake up, like something like the reader likes to sleep without a shirt on & wakes up shirtless and all pressed up against Dean”

A/N: YAY! My first oneshot back from my long ass hiatus. Hope you enjoy this one, as I loved getting back into the groove :)

You were tired. You were exhausted. You were just craving sleep in any form of bed.

You and Dean had just finished off a case in a small town in Ohio. The case was only two days long; it was easy enough to track down the whereabouts of the vampires that were cozying up in town as they were all pretty recently turned.

So Dean and yourself raided the nest on the second night, (you didn’t go during the day as their nest was sheltered right in the middle of town). But although they were fairly amateur vamps, they were very quick and their bloodlust for you made them aggressive. The fighting match went down without either of the two of you being injured, but resulted in two very worn-out hunters.

Dean pulled the Impala swiftly into a parking spot out the front of a small motel, waking you from your daze.

“We’ll drive back to the Bunker tomorrow,” Dean said flatly, ending it with a yawn. You nodded with approval, eager to sleep on anything but a car seat.

The pair of you slowly made your way to the motel’s front office to be greeted by a middle-aged man whose attention was directed towards a small TV beside him. Dean gave a small cough which alerted the man that he had company.

“Just one night thanks,” Dean tiredly told the man. He gave a small nod, before reaching to the wall behind him that hung just under a dozen room keys, and grabbing one labelled with a faded number six.

Dean took the key from the man, exchanging it for the credit card that was originally in his pocket. The man looked at the card, and gave a tired smile as he ran it successfully through the machine.

As he returned the card to Dean, he said, “Enjoy your stay Mr. Helsberg.” Dean gave a small nod as the pair of you exited the office. On your way out, you gave Dean a confused look as to why he would call Dean such a name. Dean responded by pointing towards the name printed on ‘his’ credit card, and continued to walk down towards your room.

The pair of you finally made it to your room, which despite being number 6, was the furthest room away from the front office.

Dean put the key into door, as his voice slightly perked up, “Man, I can’t wait to pass out in my very own bed.” You gave a tired nod in reply.

The door opened, after needing a little more of a push, and you reached over to the light switch, flicking it upwards. The room was instantly illuminated with the yellow-toned light that hung down from the ceiling in the center.

But when your eyes tiredly adjusted to what the room had to offer, both Dean’s and your eyes widened.

“There’s only one bed?!” you exclaimed to an unmoving Dean. A few moments went by before Dean took his pack and threw it onto the bed.

“Guess I’ll be having a sleeping buddy,” Dean smirked, giving you a wink. You rubbed your face in exhaustion, just wanting more than anything to have your own bed to sleep in for the night.

Looking at the single bed, you took a further sigh as it was just big enough to fit two people; but only if they slept together quite closely. It wasn’t that Dean was the problem; you just wanted a big bed all to yourself as you knew that was the way you would get the most comfortable sleep, after a few restless nights working on the case.

“You know what Dean?” you said tiredly, before stifling a yawn, “I’m exhausted. You’re exhausted. I don’t have the energy to argue or fight you on this one, so let’s just share and be done with it.” Dean’s eyebrows briefly lifted with excitement.

The both of you started to get ready for bed. You were wearing a flannel shirt, over the top of a singlet, and dirt-tracked jeans. You really didn’t want to sleep in jeans and didn’t overly care that Dean would be able to see your underwear.

It wasn’t the first time, as once on a hunt he turned around in the motel room when you were still changing, and you hadn’t put your pants on yet. That was embarrassing. But tonight it wasn’t a big deal. And to be honest, you were too tired to care.

Dean left his jeans on, as they weren’t too dirty at all, but slid his shirt off with ease, throwing it to the side.

You were turned the other way from the bed, so you couldn’t see Dean, but you heard the springs creak as he jumped onto the bed.

You took your flannel shirt off, so you were left with just your singlet on top. Your hands reached to take that off too, but then you stopped yourself. You were tired but still awake enough to remember Dean was in the room.

Usually, you preferred to sleep topless as it was just a feeling that you enjoyed and made you feel completely relaxed before you would drift to sleep. But that wouldn’t be happening tonight.

Instead you maneuvered your arms around until you had successfully taken off your bra without even lifting your singlet up.

You turned around ready for bed, and saw Dean lying down, looking at you.

“Damn Y/N, that took some serious skill,” Dean admitted before smirking, “As well as being insanely hot.”

You rolled your eyes at the older Winchester brother, before turning a lamp light on and turning the main light switch off.

As you made your way over to the bed, you noticed Dean’s shoulders in the dim light, and the way they looked so toned and muscular and…

You instantly snapped yourself out of it. Your brain clicking you back into the present for the second time that night.

You walked over to the bed and slid yourself under the covers. Both Dean’s and your shoulders were touching, unable to move unless you wanted to fall off the bed.

Dean reached over and turned the lamp off. As soon as the light disappeared, neither of you said a word; the exhaustion catching up to you and forcing you both to sleep.

Your eyes fluttered open.

The sun was gleaming brightly through the dusty blinds, telling you that it was well into the day.

It was then you noticed that your arm was around Dean, who still looked fast asleep. You gave a small smile, knowing that probably the reason you felt so relaxed and comfortable was because you were embracing Dean through the night.

As your eyes began to adjust and gain more focus to the new day, you noticed a difference. A feeling. It was comfortable. But definitely different than when you had fallen asleep.

You slowly looked down to your torso, seeing nothing.

Literally nothing.

Your singlet that you wore to bed from the night before was gone.

All that was left was your completely naked chest, pressed up against Dean’s also uncovered body.

You gave a small shriek in shock at the realisation that you had practically slept naked with Dean. And not just that. You slept naked wrapped around Dean.

“Don’t ruin the moment,” Dean murmured, eyes opening. His voice sound relaxed, but not tired like it should have sounded right after waking up.

“Are you telling me you’ve been awake and you just left me like this?” you exclaimed, your voice raising slightly, while also trying to untangle yourself from Dean’s grasp.

“I’ve been awake for about half an hour or so,” Dean smirked, “And as if I’m going to wake you up to tell you that you must have taken your shirt off in the night. I’m trying to enjoy the feeling of having you pressed up against me.”

Finally out of Dean’s grasp, you pull the cover up to hide your face that was growing redder by the second and gave a loud sigh.

“You must be in love with me Y/N, if you’re that keen to take it all off for me,” he smirked once more.

Because you had had enough, you ran towards the bathroom, attempting to cover your chest as you went there. “I’m having a long shower, alone!” you exclaimed, before closing the door and locking it.

Dean just continued to lay in the bed, listening to the shower turn on as you hopped under the hot running water.

He just smiled to himself, thinking of the way you looked. How beautiful you looked.

It wasn’t the sex appeal of seeing you topless or in your underwear; it was seeing you, and all of you. You had been made completely vulnerable, with not really anywhere to hide. He could just experience the real you.

Dean thought back to the few moments ago when he was lying with you entangled across him. He could feel your warmth. He could feel your heart beating. He could feel your chest rise and fall with each breath. He could see when you formed a faint smile in your sleep, because you were dreaming of something good.

He reached over to your side of the bed, and picked your singlet up off the ground. Dean held it to his chest, still being able to smell you from it, and smiled.

How lucky it was that he booked a room with only one bed.