#never thought id be here on my third bob fic but HERE I AM

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Sunshine Soldier - What Inspired It All

requested by the lovely jamie of @jamie506101 for the little blurb i write two years ago that inspired my first ever Band of Brothers fanfic Sunshine Soldier based around my character Charlotte Tarvers and her life in Easy Company as a combat medic - a story I will never fail to adore and love and always look back on as my first ever published fic. the love for it was astounding and to know this was what inspired it means even more!!

now beware, this was written 2 YEARS AGO which means my writing skills were my writing skills 2 years ago, and i have changed quite a bit!! but i still lvoe this piece!

it was originally in the story context because i loved how it was the first ever scene i write and inspired the story but now i consider it more of a deleted scenes of sorts! idk why i didn’t include it but yeah, here it is!!! :)) (this isn’t in the original story <3)

SUNSHINE SOLIDER DELETED SCENE - original that started it all <3

Gently folding over the bandage in the dim light of the flickering candle, Charlotte let her nimble fingers press the edges down and thin them together. Another bandage down - another 48 to go. Suddenly, a soft knocking became present at the door to the aid station. Charlotte softly sighed and wiped a weary hand across her light-headed brow and glanced towards the aid station door.

“ Coming!” she called lightly, keeping her voice soft in the late night. Charlotte approached the closed door and softly pulled it open to reveal the person she’d least suspect on the other side.

“ Sir,” she said, a gentle smile spreading on her face, as she looked up into the deep, dark eyes of Ronald Speirs, his form illuminated by the moon, slowly rising overhead, his eyes piercing her own. His hair was slightly ruffled - possibly from sleep, possibly from rolling around from a fitful of nightmares that tortured his mind. Anything really - it was war.

“ Hey,” he said - his voice was casual - Ronald Speirs was not casual. His voice was usually more rough, like a deep, dark chocolate, firm words spilling over his lips. But now he sounded exhausted, worn down - vulnerable. Vulnerable and Ronald Speirs were two words Charlotte was not one to associate with together.

“ Mind if I come in, I know it’s late.” he said, his eyes holding her gaze in the night. Charlotte watched him softly and then smiled a warm grin, one of her signature smiles that could make anyone happy on the spot and nodded.

“ Of course, sir, I can make you a coffee.” she said as she stepped back allowing him to move inside the lonely and quiet aid station - the only sound, the dripping of the sink in the makeshift washroom. The stupid sink never turned off.

“ Thank you, Doc, and you don’t have to make me one, I can handle myself.” he said as he ruffled a hand through his dark locks and let out a sigh, which automatically sent Charlotte into worry mode. What was wrong?

“ It’s fine, sir, I’m the medic, remember?” she said stepping past him, giving a gentle glance his way as he stood in the center of the room, eyes worn. A small smirk adorned her pink lips and she noticed the slight snicker that passed by Speirs’ lips. He never smiled much nor laughed in the face of others - it made him quite mysterious - just like the first night she had met him under the lamppost on night duty in Toccoa. He still was quite the mystery - but Charlotte trusted him with her entire life. She always had.

“ Right,” Speirs said and looked around, “ you doing okay in here, it’s late.”

“ I know,” Charlotte said, sparing a soft grin his way, “ I do my best work late at night, sir.”

“ It’s just us, you don’t have to call me sir.”

“ Then what am I supposed to call you, sir?” she asked him, crossing her arms, after she had flipped on the coffee marker. Speirs gave her a look and then let out a low sigh.

“ You’re still a man of rank.” she said to him, letting her arms fall to her sides, as she watched the coffee begin to drip into the tiny cup, filling it with the caffeinated liquid. Speirs watched Charlotte, her fatigued figure evidently hidden in plain sight, but uncovered in the darkness of the starlight. Speirs had grown used to seeing Charlotte smiling and happy and the cheerful medic that was pure sunshine - seeing her as she was now, so down, so exhausted, so worn from war, it was unlike something Ronald Speirs would normally see from a woman like her.

“ You feeling okay?” Speirs asked her, ignoring her previous statement - he couldn’t fight her on that, but no one could fight the woman on virtually anything - she was the medic. Charlotte let her shoulders drop as she kept her back to him, and then her head hanging, neck slack.

“ Just tired, but I’m okay.” she said nodding, pretending she was more focused on the sound of the grinding coffee beans, then the gentle movement of Speirs footsteps closer to her across the floor. His presence drew near and before she knew it, there was a soft object placed upon her shoulder - it was his hand. Speirs hand. Charlotte’s drained figure slowly cast her eyes up towards him, her body wavering under his steady touch like it was about to drop nearly any second.

“ Charlotte.” Speirs said and the way he spoke was what made Charlotte’s heart drop. A man who wasn’t even a part of Easy Company was recognizing her evident downfall, her breaking point, the crumbling and tearing of her soul into two. The inability to feel like who she was - like Charlotte Tarvers.

“ Sir, please….” she whispered, her voice a simple plea to his ear, “ I’m okay, really.” Speirs knew she wasn’t, by the way her tired eyes could barely stay open, her body shaking under his touch from sleep deprivation, her shaky hands even, her slightly paled face.

“ Here, I got the coffee, you sit down.” Speirs said and gently pulled her to stand beside him and lead her to sit down in a chair.

No.

Charlotte was the medic - she was supposed to be taking care of anyone who walked through the door - Speirs had walked through the door. He was her responsibility. She wasn’t his. But with the inability to even really react to the simple touch of his hand on her shoulder, she let him help her sit down in the chair - exhausted - her body melting into the fabric with a sigh. It felt good to sit down, nicer than anything she would’ve thought before. Her weary eyes met his, crouched in front of her.

He was so gentle, so soft, so vulnerable, so caring.

So unlike the Ronald Speirs that was just...you know Ronald Speirs - weapon in hand, grenade on belt, eyes like the devils, numb and lifeless, already dead inside, looking for his next living prey.

This Ronald Speirs was placing a hand on her shoulder.

This Ronald Speirs was warm under the dim light of the flickering candlelight.

This Ronald Speirs, watched her, trying to dissect each bit of her which lay just as vulnerable as himself out on display.

This Ronald Speirs cared - he always had, but now he showed it.

And so did Charlotte.

“ Sit, you’re getting the coffee.” Speirs said as he stood, turning to move towards the coffee pot as Charlotte let out a defeated sigh.

“ Sir, really, I’m fine, I should be taking care of yo-”

“ You don’t have to take care of yourself alone.” Speirs said, his eyes suddenly turned upon her own, the silence between them deafening as Charlotte sucked in a tiny breath as Speirs watched her with an intensity she thought she had only seen from characters in movies. Speirs was the first to look away as he brought up the coffee mug to his hand and moved towards her again, crouching down in front of her, gently leading the mug into her pale, shaking fingertips. It was warm to the touch. And she took it and stared at it, before meeting his eyes again.

“ Sir….I…”

“ Drink.” Speirs said, “ Please.” Charlotte watched him. But then she slowly brought the tip of the mug up to her trembling lips and took a long sip of the coffee, before pulling the mug back down. Speirs watched her.

“ I won’t leave here until I know you’re okay.” Speirs told her - his voice demanded authority in any way he could - he was a man of rank, and with someone who wasn’t taking care of herself properly, he would command it further. Charlotte was more than a combat medic. And Speirs stayed, until the coffee was out, and the two had sat into the early hours of the morning, their quiet voices, mingling together in the dim light under the cover of the aid station, their cautious eyes unraveling each and every single secret and crevice of one another. But eyes did that - more than people thought.

if you guys want more of these i have a bunch with different characters and such!! thanks for reading and thank you jamie for requesting - i’m happy to finally share the scene that inspired and started me off on this journey writing this!!!

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Wild Ride | Shiranui

Wild Ride Chapter 1 - Shiranui Chp 2/Chp 3 [both are yet to be written] First three chapters will be published on Tumblr, but the rest will be posted on my AO3 which you can find here.

General Fic Info Rating; Explicit Category; M/M Ship(s); Hatake Kakashi/Shiranui Genma, Sarutobi Asuma/Shiranui Genma, Hatake Kakashi/Sarutobi Asuma Genre: Romance, Angst, Tags: Smut with plot, Poly Relationships, Friends with Benefits, Eventual Romance, Alternative Universe, Semi-Modern AU, Anal sex, Explicit Content, Misinterpreted Relationships, Misunderstandings, Drinking, Alcoholism

Semi-Modern AU - Many aspects of the canon universe are still present (Shinobi Organization System, Jutsu, Missions, Chunin Exams, etc) but take a lighter mood and aren’t as prominent. Technology is advanced and modernized, such as; phones, computers, internet, tvs, video games, etc. Peaceful AU - The Third Shinobi War still occurred but many, such as Uchiha Obito and Nohara Rin, still survived to tell the tale. The Uchiha clan were never massacred and neither of the Uchiha brothers left the Village.

Chapter Info; Word Count: ~5.7k Content Warnings: Drinking, One night stand, Hangover, Oral sex, Hand job, Friends with Benefits, bit of an oral fixation

s/n; There’s a reference to an anime I once watched in here, Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt.

+ last scene includes NSFW

The faint sound of his phone buzzing is what stirred Shiranui Genma awake, that, and the bright sun beaming him in his face. A shiver shot up his spine as cold, morning air brushed against his single exposed leg. He tucked his calf back under the blanket, which alerted him to the stinging pain between his cheeks.

Buzz… Buzz…

Genma groaned as his phone vibrated. His hand swung over to the end table, tapping around to find his phone. When he couldn’t feel it, he peeled his eyes open and a groan left his lips as the room he was in wasn’t his own. He tossed himself onto his back, keeping his hips turned onto their side, and ran his hands down his face. ‘Dammit… And I promised Hayate I wouldn’t...’ he thought to himself.

His phone quit buzzing and fell silent, leaving him in the quiet room. He sighed and rubbed his temples, trying to stop his splitting hangover headache as he tried to remember the night before.

Genma had gone out with his Jounin colleagues for a night of drinking; a way of celebrating Uchiha Obito’s promotion to Jounin. It didn’t phase him that he had a shift in the morning, he told himself he wasn’t going to get too drunk. Heh, and look how that turned out. He let out a groan as he pried at his own mind for answers. From his memory, he remembered… Ebisu, Might Gai, Umino Iruka (Technically, Iruka wasn’t a Jounin, but he still grew up close with the group), Sarutobi Asuma, Yuhi Kurenai, Nohara Rin, and Hatake Kakashi.

As he thought back to the night before, he cursed to himself for keeping his head upwards as his partner attacked his neck after roughly pushing him against the wall. The two hardly seemed to get through the door. He remembered the touch as he viciously undressed the person then. He definitely didn’t remember any tits.

The next thing he remembered was him on his knees, lips dragging up and down his partner’s cock as he bobbed his head. He still didn’t get a look at who it was. But it definitely wasn’t Kurenai or Rin.

So it wasn’t Kurenai or Rin and it wasn’t Obito or Asuma, he knew that for certain. Sure, Genma enjoyed a good hook-up here and there but he knew damn well that people in loving relationships were a no-go. So that left him with Ebisu, Gai, Iruka and Kakashi. Genma’s face visibly cringed and held back a gag before he immediately chucked Gai out of the list. He thought about Ebisu for a moment before kicking him off the list as well.

That left him with the last two on the list; Iruka or Kakashi.

Genma shivered and he held his wrist, resisting the urge to palm himself as he relished in the memories of the previous night. Fuck, Iruka or Kakashi were good, whoever it was. He just hated how every memory he had of the experience failed to give him any sort of indicator of whoever it was. Not like he wasn’t going to find out soon anyway.

He bit his bottom lip as his hips humped up into his hand; he caved in. His brunette bangs fell to the sides of his face as he raised his lower body upwards, his mouth drew open, heavy breaths leaving his lips as he felt his cock harden beneath his boxers. But as he melted into the pleasure, his phone started up again, buzzing and vibrating, effectively ruining the moment for him.

Scoffing, he relaxed himself and turned onto his side to look around for his phone. On the floor, his clothes were scattered across the room but his pants were the closest to the bed. His phone’s bright screen shone through the fabric of his pants pocket and he tugged out his phone. Checking the caller ID, he uttered a “fuck” under his breath. Shizune. Reluctantly, he hit answer and brought the phone up to his ear. “‘Ello?” he croaked out.

“Genma! Where are you?” Shizune screeched through the phone, causing Genma to pull his head away momentarily.

“You’re rather loud this morning,” he grumbled.

“Answer me! You’re supposed to be here by now! Do you know what time it is?” God, if she kept shouting in his ear, his headache was bound to come back; not like it had dissipated. He checked the time listed in the top corner of his phone. 8:34 AM. Dammit, half an hour late. He pushed himself up and rested his back against the pillows. “I am.... Helping the elderly at a nursing home…”

Shizune immediately scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, Genma! You were out drinking again,” she lectured. He could hear her sigh before her attention was likely drawn elsewhere when someone in the background raised their voice. “Ack! I’m coming, Lady Tsunade!... Get your butt back over here already, Genma!”

“I will, I will…” he groaned as he rubbed his forehead. “Cover for me, please?”

“Cover for you, how? What am I supposed to tell Tsunade?” “I… Uh, got kidnapped?”

“Oh, har, har… I’ll tell her you’re running late. And that’s it.”

Genma heard a click on her end and the call ended. He sighed and tossed his phone on the nearby end table. His umber brown eyes caught wind of a familiar book hanging on the edge of the table; Icha Icha Paradise. Ah, so he managed to bed the famed Copy Nin, Kakashi. And if on cue;

“So you’re awake.”

Standing at the door frame of the bedroom was Kakashi, messy silver hair looking more like a rat's nest than actual hair, a loose white tank top that hardly did anything to hide much, and of course, his classic mask that clung to his face to hide his features. In his hand was a glass of water. Genma made no effort in hiding the fact he was eyeing Kakashi up and down. He chuckled and purred, eating up the eye candy. Kakashi pushed himself off the door frame and placed the cup onto the table, “Glad you’re enjoying the view.”

“Wish I could’ve seen more of it last night, y’know,” A cocky reply, but not necessarily a fib. He would’ve loved to see Kakashi’s features, even if it were from a drunken one night stand. The brunette grabbed the glass and sipped on the water. He let out a sigh and rubbed the side of his head. He gulped down the water and placed the glass down as Kakashi wandered over and sat himself down at the edge of the bed. “Heh, sorry, you know how finicky I get about that…”

Kakashi rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled, brows curving to express a light-hearted nervous expression. He turned his head to Genma. “You’re not in too much pain, are you?” he questioned. “I did what I could with the whole aftercare thing… Tried getting you dressed as well, I think.”

Curious, the brunette Jounin lifted the sheets. A smile tugged at his lips and a quick laugh erupted from him. He was only in his boxers. When he reached down and tucked the waistband around his thumb, he noticed something. “These are inside out, Kakashi,” he stated with a cackle.

“Never said I did it well…” the silver-haired shinobi chuckled. He rested his arms on his knees. “You got a shift soon?”

“Late for one…” Genma clarified, “... Can I use your shower?” He took a glance down at his inverted undergarments. “... And snag some underwear?”

“I’ve only got large, so I hope they’ll fit,” Kakashi replied as he pushed himself up. “As for my shower, I don’t have much in there, but feel free to use it.” He opened one of the drawers in his dresser and tossed over a pair of his briefs onto the bed as Genma climbed out of the bed.

“They’ll fit,” Genma replied as he gathered his clothes from the floor. He tossed his pants, his shirt and his jacket onto the bed along with the briefs. He caught the towel tossed towards him. Kakashi headed towards the door, before stopping and turning to the other Jounin, “Shower’s just down the hall, at the end.”

Genma found the shower fairly easily; there weren’t many rooms in Kakashi’s house. He tossed the white towel onto the hanger and peeled off his briefs before stepping into the tub. Turning the knob, he held his hand under the stream of water until he found the right temperature before tugging up the diverter. His back flinched when it was splashed with water from the shower head above. The shower fully woke him up and he spent a good minute or two just soaking in the warm water, he rested his arm against the wall, letting the water drench his hair as he thought about the night before. He just slept with the Hatake Kakashi, the famed Copy Nin and the ideal example of an elite shinobi; the best of the best.

A low chuckle pried its way out of his lips. ‘Now that’s a tale to tell…’ he thought to himself. Remembering the night, his cock twitched in response. Fuck, he was not that caught up on the encounter that it got him hard this quickly. Regardless, Genma reached down to the sex between his legs; he’d indulge in his fantasies for a moment. His hand wrapped firmly around his base and he pumped his hand down to the tip, letting out a shaky breath as he did so.

His hand continued to stroke his length, pleasing his hard-on. An aroused huff left his lips as he leaned against the wall, resting his forehead on his forearm, eyes focused on the shaft in his free hand.

Genma bit into his bottom lip, raising his head upwards, water splashing on his throat now, as his motions increased. A low groan rumbled in his throat and his eyes squeezed shut as he chased his release. He humped his hips, a familiar tingling sensation pooling deep down. He groaned out as cum shot out of his tip, splattering onto the pearly white bottom of the tub.

The water diluted his fluids before the two liquids were sucked down the drain. Genma panted out as he calmed himself down. He stared down at the floor of the tub, his body ached for more and he nearly caved to his urges. But he shook his head and reached out to the knob, shifting the warm water to freezing cold. He shivered as his mind was shocked into snapping out of it’s groggy state.

Genma knew what awaited him behind the doors of the Hokage’s Residence; a lecture from Shizune, pestering from Kotetsu or Izumo (if they weren’t on gate duty), questions from Hayate, and finally, a reprimanding from Lady Tsunade. Running his hands down his clothes, he made his attempt at smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes.

He sighed and shook his head before he sucked in a breath and entered the bright scarlet building. As expected, both Izumo and Kotetsu sat in the lobby-esque room. Kamizuki Izumo was the first to raise his head from the desk he was stationed at. “Running late today, Genma?” he shot out his first question.

The exhausted Jounin let out a low grumble as he walked over to Izumo and Kotetsu’s desk. “You could say that…” he murmured under his breath, teeth clamping down on the senbon between his lips.

“‘Say that’, huh?” Izumo huffed out, handing over a clipboard used for signing in, “You act like you’ve been a no-show for an hour now.” “Hey, where were you?” Hagane Kotetsu piped up, popping one of his eyes open.

“Home,” Genma answered with a lie. It left Kotetsu raising a brow with a mischievous grin. Uh oh. “Really?” Kotetsu swung up to sit up straight, his attention now fully grabbed by the conversation. He rested his arms on the end of the table, “Hayate told me he went and checked on you.”

Shit.

“Must’ve not heard him,” the brunette responded as he grabbed a pen from the pen holder tucked into the corner of the desk. He scribbled his name on the sign-in sheet.

“Huh, odd,” Kotetsu hummed, “‘Cos he only left to pick you up after your call with Shizune.” If Kotetsu kept on pestering and prying, Genma would be in jail for seven cases of assault soon.

“Was already out,” he was popping out lies left and right, and he knew Kotetsu knew that his tales were fabricated. But he supposed that was the dynamic of their limited friendship. One prying, the other lying.

“Well, Hayate sure came in way earlier than you—” “Kotetsu, that’s enough,” Izumo spat as he took the clipboard away from Genma. “Ignore him, Genma… Go get to the Hokage’s office, Lady Tsunade’s waiting for you. Best not keep her waiting.”

Genma quickly took his leave from the two Chunin and headed down the hallway. He passed and greeted a few other shinobi, making brief conversations, checking up on them just as his mother raised him to. He turned onto the stairs but as he was about to reach the top floor, he stopped in his tracks as he spotted the back of his close friend, Gekko Hayate.

He sighed in defeat, no way he was avoiding his friend now, and took that final step, bringing himself to the top floor. Of course, the ninja in front of Hayate pointed him out and the sickly Jounin turned around. His dark brown eyes were well-sunken in, his skin dreadfully pale, dark hair rough and damaged; his illness was taking a toll on him, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to identify that. “Oh, finally, there you are,” he said. He turned his head to the other shinobi and dismissed him before heading over to Genma. “You want to tell me what happened to you?”

Genma groaned. “Did you need to check on me?” he shot back.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to drink,” the other murmured. “Shizune and I both had to cover for your ass, you know…”

“Sorry, sorry… I got carried away, I know…” he grumbled as the two made their way down the curved hall to the Hokage’s office.

“So who was it this time?” Hayate inquired, his interest piqued. “Must’ve been someone good if they kept you late for an hour rather than the usual half hour.”

The taller of the two laughed before he pondered whether or not he should spill the beans on his night with Kakashi. Kakashi probably wouldn’t like others knowing of his sex life… He didn’t strike Genma as the type to brag of his encounters and experiences in the sex department— if he bragged about anything at all. “Can’t tell you,” Genma eventually replied.

A hiss through Hayate’s clenched teeth. “That bad?”

“Oh no, he was amazing,” Genma informed. “Just don’t think he’d want me to disclose our night.”

“What? You worried I’d gossip? Do I look like a 14-year-old girl to you?”

“No, I think you look like a character from a Tim Burton movie,” Genma was quick to shoot back, earning him a shove in the arm from Hayate.

“Rude.”

“Come in,” Tsunade’s voice called out from behind the closed door.

Genma sucked in a breath and let out a heavy sigh. He opened the Hokage’s door and entered the office, Lady Tsunade sat behind her large desk, papers scattered across the top while her tawny brown eyes remained focused on her computer screen, scrolling through something.

“Lord Fifth,” Genma greeted, grabbing Tsunade’s attention.

Tsunade shifted her eyes to him before turning her body to fully face him. “Genma.” Oh that wasn’t a good tone. “You’re late.”

“My apologies, Hokage,” he murmured out, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I got wrapped up in something…”

The blonde woman cocked an eyebrow but she turned her head to her computer, deciding against prying. She clicked around on her computer, bringing up some files, specifically the files about the up-coming Chunin Exams. She scrolled down and found the blank proctor spot for the finals. Normally, Hayate would be taking this spot, however, his illness interfered. Genma had held the finals before and based on the Third Hokage’s report, he did well. Not that there was much to report on. He was one of few recommended for the position.

“As you probably know, the first Chunin Exams of the year are around the corner,” she spoke up finally. She rested her elbows on her desk and rested her chin on her intertwined hands. “The first and second stages already have their proctors,” she explained, “The finals, however, lack a proctor.”

“Hayate can’t operate?” Genma piped up.

Tsunade only nodded. “Given Hayate’s illness and it’s sudden increase in progression, he won’t be able to perform optimally during the Exams,” she stated briefly. She sighed and furrowed her brows, averting her gaze downwards. She closed her eyes for a moment, dwelling in a feeling of guilt. She opened them once again, eyes strict and firm, she gazed back up at the brunette Jounin. “There’s been a few recommendations, but I feel like you’d be the best pick for the proctor.”

Genma bit down onto the end of his senbon. He pursed his lips and let out a heavy breath through his nostrils. He sighed and nodded. “I see,” he hummed. He glanced back at the door where Hayate had dropped him off. “I get it…”

“You don’t have any qualms about this?” she questioned.

He shook his head. “Not at all,” he affirmed, “I’d be glad to proctor the exams.”

“You know that as a proctor, you now take part in determining which participants are promoted to the rank of Chunin,” Tsunade reminded with an explanation he had heard once before, “And you must remain unbiased to the shinobi and kunoichi of Konoha. Genin from other villages will be attending the exams and unless this exam is lacklustre, I do expect more than just one or two being promoted.”

“Understood, Lord Hokage,” Genma replied sharply. He had heard of this speech before, almost every proctor had heard it when given the position. He knew the job, his new position and the sudden boost of significance to his decisions the position brought.

“Lady Tsunade,” he piped up. She raised her head. “Who exactly are the other two proctors?” he inquired.

Tsunade turned her head to the screen of her monitor. “Hm, well it’s Nara Shikamaru and Yamashiro Aoba,” she listed off the two proctors. “Shikamaru is already ironing out some of the details for the first exam, while Aoba is working out his plans for the second exam.”

Shikamaru and Aoba, huh? Genma made a mental note to check in on the two. Then again, it wasn’t exactly necessary, the Finals were always the same no matter what the previous exams were.

“I’d also like you to inform some of the teams,” Tsunade requested. “Get the news spreading among the leaders.”

“Don’t you want to bring them here?” he questioned. “Unfortunately, I’ve got a few meetings… It’d be a hassle for me to squeeze in another.”

Genma groaned. “So, no patrol around the residence?”

“No, I’d suggest you get going. You’re already running late as it is,” Tsunade instructed.

The brunette Jounin made no more complaints, not even a little comment, before he nodded and headed out of the office.

“Naruto, what are you doing?!” Haruno Sakura pestered, angrily pointing towards her dimwitted teammate.

“Whaddya mean ‘what am I doing’?” Uzumaki Naruto shot back. “I’m doing just as Kakashi-sensei said!”

Sakura whacked the back of the blonde boy, gritting her teeth. “You idiot! No, you’re not! Here, watch me again and pay attention, Naruto.”

Leaning against a tree, arms crossed, Kakashi let out a sigh as he watched his two students struggle to pin down a technique he taught— well, Sakura had already gotten it down and mastered it, it was Naruto who had yet to execute it. He rubbed his forehead for a moment, eyebrows frowned, and dipped his head, tearing his attention away from the two Genin. Discerning a familiar chakra approaching behind him, he quickly turned around and waited for the Jounin to land.

“Kakashi.”

Genma dropped onto the ground swiftly. He stood up straight and walked forward, resting on the tree across from Kakashi’s. “Training your squad?” He spoke leisurely, making for small talk.

“New chakra technique… Naruto needs it.” The silver-haired shinobi made a quick glance over at the teenage couple as Sakura desperately tried to aid Naruto. “What do you need? Thought you had a patrol shift around the Hokage building.”

Genma let out a groan and rubbed the back of his neck, flicking the senbon to the other corner of his lips, teeth nibbling on the end in his mouth. “Nah, I got a new job,” he murmured.

“Which is?”

“I’m the proctor of the Chunin Exam finals,” he announced. He stuffed his hands into his pants pockets as he gazed out towards the training Genin out on the field. “Lord Fifth specifically asked me to inform the genin squads of Konoha of the upcoming Exams…”

Kakashi let out a hum as he pondered whether or not his squad was ready. His eyes flicked over to Sakura; she was fine, still needed some tuning but her training with the Fifth Hokage proved to be rewarding, she had a devastating blow to her punches and her medical Ninjutsu was nigh on perfect. His absent student, Uchiha Sasuke, had perfected the Chidori and his combat effectiveness. His skill with his sharingan, while Kakashi couldn’t help in that department despite having been gifted one, was honed in, thanks to the help of his older brother.

His eyes drifted over towards Naruto. He observed the blonde’s strained but concentrated expression as he pushed himself off from the ground. Naruto was still learning the Rasengan and whatever other Jutsu Jiraiya had started teaching him. Naruto was who Kakashi was worried about.

“...Kakashi?”

The elite Jounin snapped out of his daze. He chuckled and waved his hand softly. “Sorry, sorry…” he murmured. He sighed and crossed his arms. “I’ll end up talking to them, see if they’re ready for another Chunin Exam.”

“Speaking of your students,” Genma piped up. “Where’s the third?... Sasuke?”

“Ah, him. He’s already mastered the technique. I decided against keeping him from training with Itachi just because Naruto struggles to get it down,” he replied.

Genma only hummed in response, kicking his leg up, resting his foot against the trunk of the tree. He kept his head turned to the two Genin training on the field. As Sakura lectured and Naruto snapped back, the specialized Jounin couldn’t help but quietly chuckle at himself. Memories of his own Genin years flooded his mind. It was a mere three years compared to Team 7’s five years, but his years were still packed with fond memories; it was hard not to have some eventful memories when Might Gai was your assigned teammate. Pair that with Ebisu's stern personality and insistence to do everything by the books, Genma was often the bystander to a lot of spectacles between Gai and Ebisu.

Another laugh danced from him as he remembered all the antics he was dragged into by his two teammates; their fights, Ebisu’s not-so-hidden pervertedness, Gai’s determination to defeat Kakashi in quite literally anything, Gai using Ebisu and him as essentially training dummies. That was before any of them were promoted and all took their own paths; Ebisu went off to be assigned to the Third Hokage’s honorable grandson; Gai went to train a different squad, similar to Kakashi; and Genma? He ended up specializing in Hokage protection.

“I know that look.” Genma tore his eyes away from Naruto and Sakura upon hearing Kakashi’s words. “What’s on your mind, Genma?”

“Just reminiscing,” the brunette admitted. “Sometimes it seems like it was only yesterday we were their rank, acting without a damn care in the world.”

Kakashi only nodded in agreement. “Yeah…” he muttered under his breath. He pushed himself up off the tree. His eyes scanned over Genma’s body, images of Genma’s body flickered in his mind. He shivered at the thought of having the brunette beneath him again. “Genma.”

“Huh? What’s up?”

Nervously, the silver-haired shinobi chuckled. “If you’re not busy, stop by my house later.”

Genma cocked his brow up, a smirk tugged at his lips. He lifted off the tree and tilted his head. “Oh?” His interest was piqued. He stepped forward. “Alright, I’ll bite then… Eight sound good?”

Kakashi quickly nodded. He gulped down his nervousness and resisted the urge to run his hands up the brunette’s slim body. “Yea-yeah, of course.”

The older Jounin only chuckled. “Don’t fret, Kakashi… You were enjoyable, like hell I’m turning that down,” he assured. He pulled away and hummed. “I’ll bring a bottle to calm your nerves, don’t worry.”

With that, Genma turned on his heels to head off, waving goodbye to the silver-haired Jounin.

Kakashi wasn’t sure what he was doing giving into his urges earlier, he never usually thought with his dick. No matter the situation, he was always thinking with his head. He cursed himself, but he also praised himself for shooting his shot. And with someone like Genma too. He had to admit, the brunette just awoke something within him. It wasn’t certain how long the attraction had lasted but it definitely became noticeable in recent years the more the two hung out with each other.

A knock at the door disrupted his thoughts and Kakashi pulled himself up off his couch. He opened his front door to Genma, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, two shot glasses dangerously stacked onto the cap of said bottle. Genma wore a grin on his face, his senbon clenched firmly between his teeth. “Hey there, ‘Kashi,” he greeted, “You gon’ let me in or…?”

Kakashi cleared his throat and stepped to the side, inviting the brunette in. “You brought whiskey?” he asked an obvious question.

Genma laughed. “Of course,” he replied with the obvious answer as he plopped down on the couch. As he popped the bottle open, he took his time in observing Kakashi’s house in full.

It was a small house nuzzled between two larger buildings, so it didn’t come as a shock that Kakashi had little space in his living room; a large glass door that led to his backyard, the left wall beside it rested the couch Genma sat on, on the right was a wall-mounted TV with a shelf of all Kakashi’s books beneath it; the middle was a simple coffee table with miscellaneous items scattered across the top.

Kakashi sat himself down next to Genma as the brunette poured them both shots. He accepted the drink Genma offered him and watched as the other downed his shot instantly. He watched as Genma curled his lips in momentarily before he spat out his senbon, the thin metal needle clattering onto his table. Fuck. The way Genma moved his lips, how they’d look during his cocky smirks, all of it lit a flame deep down inside Kakashi. “This whiskey…” he brought up.

“Don’t worry,” the other said, “It’s weak whiskey.”

Accepting that, he shifted himself to the side. He tugged down his mask when his back was fully turned to Genma. He tilted his head back and downed the shot. Lifting his mask back up, he turned and watched as his old classmate poured another for himself before offering the bottle to him. He waved off the offer and slid his glass back onto the table. “I’m fine, Genma,” he assured.

“Alright, bottle’s here if you ever want more,” Genma replied as he drank down another shot.

“So… You’re the new proctor for the Chunin Exams?” He was quick to pull up a topic for small talk.

“Mhm,” the brunette quickly confirmed. “Apparently, I was one of the slim few who were recommended.” He turned his head to Kakashi. “But you seriously didn’t bring me here to just chat, did you?”

“No— but I just—” While Kakashi fumbled over his words, Genma shifted off his own cushion and kicked himself over Kakashi’s lap, resting his legs on each side of the other’s thighs. The white-haired Jounin sputtered as Genma sat firmly on his lap, his hands on his shoulders. “Oh.”

“You get flustered so easily for someone who reads porn on the daily,” Genma chuckled as he rocked his hips into Kakashi’s. “Hell, you probably watch a shit ton too, don’t you?”

“I—… Wow,” he murmured as his hands landed on the older’s hips, fingers dangerously close to groping those firm cheeks.

The brunette laughed and his hands slid up Kakashi’s neck, his jawline, his cheeks before his index and middle fingers hooked around the edge of his black mask. “Relax, ‘Kakashi,” he purred, “Let’s get this mask off, shall we?”

Kakashi’s hands were gripping Genma’s wrists in an instant, causing Genma to flinch momentarily. He sighed and slowly pulled Genma’s hands off his mask. Averting his eyes, letting go of Genma as the brunette’s hands found themselves back on his shoulders. “Sorry, Genma…” he murmured under his breath.

Genma pursed his lips, a little annoyed but he respected the other’s wishes. “Alright,” he replied.

Switching up his plans, the brunette slid off Kakashi’s lap and knelt on the hardwood floors. Realizing his intentions, Kakashi shifted his hips closer to the edge of the couch, spreading his legs. Genma’s hands trailed over his thighs, fingers drawing circles into his pants. He could only shiver in response. His zipper was undone and he lifted his hips as his pants were yanked down to his ankles.

Genma was quick to lick his lips upon seeing an erection hiding behind some black boxers. His hand reached forward and palmed the obvious bulge, a breathy groan escaping Kakashi. He chuckled and smirked as he continued on caressing Kakashi’s clothed cock. Watching the silver-haired shinobi’s reactions only egged on Genma. He felt Kakashi twitch and harden under his touch.

“Genma,” Kakashi grunted, “If you don’t start sucking, I’m going to burst.”

A teasing laugh erupted from Genma’s lips and he complied with Kakashi’s desperate wishes. His fingers hooked around the waistband of the undergarments and like the pants, he tugged them down. His chocolate brown eyes stared at the erect dick that shot up upon being freed. “You’re packing some length there…” he purred out a compliment. Kakashi only let out a nervous chuckle in reply.

Genma’s hand wrapped around the base and his tongue swiped across the tip. He dragged his tongue down the side, leaving a strip of his saliva down the sensitive flesh. His tongue licked around the tip, lapping up any pre. He pumped his hand up to the tip before tugging back down, spreading his saliva down the shaft.

Kakashi uttered curses under his breath before his hand reached over to the top of Genma’s head, tugging out the knot of his hitai-ate. He tugged off the navy blue headband and chucked it to the side, the metal clattering against the wooden floor. His fingers dove in, tangling themselves in Genma’s locks of brown hair. He tugged the other closer to the tip of his leaking cock. “I told you just suck,” he demanded in a timid tone, though, it only sounded like a squeaky request.

Genma rolled his eyes but he wasn’t going to deny or complain. He kissed the reddened tip before his tongue swirled around the tip. Through his thick eyelashes, his eyes locked with Kakashi’s as his lips wrapped around the cock. He pushed the length down his mouth, his tongue cupping the underside of the erect cock.

Kakashi groaned out as Genma’s wet warmth enveloped his length, resting his head on the back of the couch. His hand tugged at Genma’s hair, pushing him down his shaft. “Fuck…” he murmured out.

His eyes focused on Genma as the brunette dipped his head up and down, saliva coating his shaft. Specifically, his eyes watched Genma’s lips; he watched how they firmly wrapped around his length, how they dirtied themselves with saliva each time he bobbed his head, dragging up and down his throbbing cock. His cock twitched inside the mouth of Genma just from staring at his lips working.

Genma’s cheeks hollowed out as he sucked, his tongue cupping the underside of his dick, fingers wrapped around the base. If he could, he’d be smirking as Kakashi sung him whispered praises as he guided his mouth down the thick cock, the tip pushing against the back of his throat.

“Shit… Just like that…” Kakashi uttered. His hand continued to tug Genma down his shaft, deep-throating the other. He groaned out in pleasure as he rocked his hips upwards, earning some gagging sounds from Genma. He hesitated for a moment but Genma picking up his pace led Kakashi to continue on.

Heavy pants and lewd slurping noises filled the living room, Kakashi occasionally moaning out loudly as he reached his release. His grip tightened around Genma’s locks of hair as he shoved the brunette’s head down, thrusting his cock down his throat.

With a muffled moan, Genma squeezed his eyes tight as thick ropes of cum shot deep into his throat. As Kakashi relaxed, he pulled his head back, slipping the cock out of his mouth. He swallowed down the salty white liquid before smirking. His rosy pink lips were drenched with saliva, eyes hazy with lust as he gazed up at Kakashi. A chuckle escaped him and he licked his lips. He leaned in and slapped the cock against his cheek, splashing saliva against his face, thin strings kept him connected to the cock whenever he pulled it away before they snapped and disappeared. “You’re still a bit hard…” he commented.

“I… Urm, bedroom?” Kakashi squeaked out as Genma continued to play with his cock like some kid’s toy.

Genma kissed the sloppy tip and nodded. “Bedroom,” he affirmed.

[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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