#these two have more sizzling tension than whatever the pair in ghosted had!

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Series: Just the assistant..?

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Plus sized reader

Summary: [Y/N], Tom's personal assistant knows that she shouldn't have fallen in love with her employer but she just couldn't help herself. When she thinks that her biggest wish is about to come true, a third party arrives and makes her question whether she'd ever have a chance to escape her situation and simply be loved back by the person she loves the most...

Warning(s): adult language

Word count: 2,3k 

Picture(s) found on: Pinterest/Google

CHAPTER TWO: The boundaries have been overstepped

“I’m fine, just make sure that the stylist closes the door behind her once you’re gone” [Y/N] spoke into her phone before letting out a soft cough, her throat sore and itchy. She heard a long sigh from the other end of the line and rolled her eyes.

“Tom, this isn’t the first time I’m sick. So what, I caught a cold a three days ago, it’s not the end of the world” she couldn’t see the actor’s frown increasing on his face as he listened to her weak voice explaining her situation. 

Hours before, the assistant had been tossing and turning in her bed for quite a while, her body not being at peace because it longed to be held again by Tom. She couldn’t stop thinking about the dinner, how intense his stares has been and how he suddenly seemed so interested in her. [Y/N] was staring at the dark ceiling of her room and shook her head in contentment, having a feeling that something special would happen to her very soon.

He felt bad because he technically had been the reason his assistant had gotten sick in the first place; After their celebration dinner, Tom had ended up not being able to fall asleep, so he had called [Y/N] over and they ended up stargazing in his backyard, barely speaking a word with each other. They just sat next to each other, shoulders and arms touching and looked up the beautiful sky with a faint smile ghosting on their lips.

By the time [Y/N] had returned home, she was a coughing and sneezing mess and thus resulted in her having to take a week off because she had caught a nasty cold. She was on her 4th day off and pretty much enjoyed not having to do much physical activity besides feeding herself and taking her medication on time.

“Tom? Are you still there?” the assistant asked, wondering why he was being so silent. The actor cleared his throat and felt his stomach churn in discomfort, the intense need to take care of [Y/N] making it hard for him to focus on anything else. He couldn’t have a good day while knowing that she was in poor health and discomfort, he wished that he could heal her with a simple hug but that was obviously impossible.

Her thoughts had been interrupted by Tom calling her, nervously asking her if his call wasn’t a disturbance because the world was fast asleep. [Y/N] gently told him that she hadn’t been able to sleep either before happily accepting his invitation to stargaze in his backyard as he had one of the best views.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m still here…Just let me know if there’s anything I can do for you. Anything. I-need you-I mean we need you strong and healthy again” Tom added a quick fake cough at the end as he had realized that he was starting to slip, he had been thinking about his assistant a lot the past few days and had found himself calling and texting her more than usual, she reciprocated to his mood and energy though. So he knew that he wasn’t bothering her at all.

Her stomach was fluttering in delight and she couldn’t help but smile and stare into space. Something is happening, Tom has been very attentive and kinda needy of my presence the last few days…Maybe he’s starting to feel the same way…Or maybe he’s going through something and is gathering the courage to finally share it with me…

“I’ll be fineeeeee, just don’t forget to tell me who your costars will be on the play. Bye” and with that, [Y/N] quickly hung up the phone before releasing the breath she didn’t know she was holding in. She had heard the slip up and forced herself to not read too much in between the lines. 

“Anyhow” [Y/N] muttered to herself while getting comfortable under the warm sheets of her bed. She still had three days of peace and quiet and was enjoying them by getting as much sleep as possible and catching up with her reading list. Today she would’ve had a busy day ahead; Tom had 2 talk shows appearances. 

She thankfully already had helped him arrange his wardrobe for the appearances through her phone and laptop, the stylist only had to come by and deliver the suits, which would be in an hour, but [Y/N] already had strictly (but kindly) instructed her to do her job and make sure that everything was alright with the clothes.

Tom had gotten a fresh trim the morning and had decided to let his long curls stay the way they were (because [Y/N] had voiced a nice compliment about the way it looked so the actor silently decided to grow it out a little more).

His driver was also on his way as he preferred to be driven to public events. Tom’s fans were known for blocking entries and streets once they’d know he’d be present somewhere. He loved his fans to death, but he knew that driving himself through a sea of frantic people (with his already bad eyesight) could cause a serious accident. 

Everything that had to be done, was done. So, [Y/N] was able to relax and focus on getting her health back on track.

She took one final glance at her phone before locking the screen and placing it on her nightstand, feeling tired and sore. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep, with her special someone lingering in her mind…

“What are you doing here?” [Y/N] wondered in confusion upon seeing Tom welcome himself into her home, his jacket already removed along with the shoes. He then made his way over to the couch where she comfortably seated, her phone in her hand and looking through her mails. She silently was thankfully for the shower she had taken thirty minutes ago because she looked like her normal self and also smelled good.

“I am here to keep you company on your final days off as I know that you have missed my presence oh so much” the actor added a dramatic sigh while sitting next to his assistant and appreciating her beauty from up close. “Of course did I miss you, I can’t stand to be parted from you for so long, oh my dear Thomas” she reciprocated his dramatic and sarcastic tone, although she was being completely honest.

Three days later

“Then we shall enjoy each other’s company before the hectic and busy world seeks our attention again, M’lady” the actor spoke with a chuckle, the bright smile on his face still very much present. He was wearing a simple pair of blue pants and his famous dark blue sweater, he looked as scrumptious as always. 

[Y/N] had to swallow hard as she forced her eyes to not scan him from head to toe, it would make it obvious that she was attracted to him, emotionally and physically. These next few hours certainly would be trick and tempting…

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Tom suggested, placed his arm around her shoulder and gave her a gentle squeeze for no reason at all (Well…we all know the reason, don’t we?). “Sure, you can pick one out!” [Y/N] spoke with excitement, euphoria pumping through her blood as she now knew that she was addicted to his touch. No one had ever made her feel so comfortable. She was a confident woman but to feel this extra layer of security and comfort just soothed her soul on the daily.

“We can watch whatever you want, darling” Tom mumbled, feeling a rush of contentment himself from purely having her this close to him. [Y/N] took the remote in her hand and opened the Netflix app, she looked through her daily suggestions and the top ten of most popular movies that were currently trending. Tom’s soft fingers were playing with the material of her shirt, reaching the hem of her sleeve and then smoothly drawing random patterns on her soft skin.

“How about Spirited Away? It’s been years since I’ve seen that masterpiece!” [Y/N] happily suggested, “Plus the movie also shows how love can be so strong, even when the two people barely acknowledge or talk about it. It’s all about the actions”. Hearing the short description had the actor instantly curious and so he agreed to watch it, despite never having seen it himself.

Both relaxed against the couch (yes, Tom’s arm still around [Y/N]’s shoulder, now having moved even closer so that their bodies were in constant contact), before the movie was playing on the screen. [Y/N] randomly explained certain scenes that had the actor a little bit confused and once he’d understand the reference or meaning behind it, he couldn’t help but lean in and whisper his thanks into her ear. To say that the tension was thick, sizzling yet light and delicate was an understatement.

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[Y/N] slowly opened her eyes, letting out a tired sigh while slowly acknowledging the conscious world again. “Mhm” she mumbled, realizing that she had fallen asleep sometime during the movie. She was about to sit up straight when a strong, but gentle grip around her thick waist pulled her back.

Fuck.

She turned her head to look behind her and saw Tom sleeping peacefully, having lied down behind her at some point. He grumbled softly in his slumber before pulling her warm body closer to him again. [Y/N] felt like she was about to have a heart attack. But she still slowly repositioned herself in her previous position and stared at the TV screen.

She knew that they had overstepped a heavy boundary of their professional relationship. But did she feel bad? Nope. She felt so at ease, it was like his arms were made just for her. The current moment was one she had often dreamed about and to actually have the privilege to experience it was just indescribable.

“[Y/N]….” Tom whispered in his sleep, his voice low and rich with smoothness. He was literally trying to pull her into his body, his hands gently squeezing one of her stomach rolls. She felt his toned chest against her back along with the body heat he was radiating onto her, his head now nuzzling in the crook of her neck. When his soft breaths tickled her sensitive skin, [Y/N] thought that she was about to burst into flames. The acts were so intimate yet tender, everything she had always assumed about him now being true.

Tom Hiddleston was a clingy sleep cuddler.

“Fuck” she whispered again when he let out a content sigh, already having tears brim her eyes as this all felt like dream. The man she had been loving for three years now was finally reciprocating her love. 

[Y/N] closed her eyes and enjoyed the amazing feeling of pure love and joy, she even reached her arm out and gently ran her hand through Tom’s soft curls and sighed in pure delight herself. She wished that she could stay like this forever, just the two of them. 

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“[Y/N]?”

Her eyes fluttered open and she (again) took acknowledgment of her surroundings. She still was lying on her couch, But Tom was now sitting next to her, along with two bags of takeout resting on her coffee table.

“Mhm? I’m awake” [Y/N] mumbled once her brain recognized the sound of Tom’s soft voice calling out for her.

“Are you hungry? I ordered Thai as it’s almost six in the evening and you haven’t eaten anything yet” his gaze was soft and kind. The assistant nodded her head and slowly sat up, silently comprehending that Tom had woken up after she had fallen back asleep again. She felt a pang of disappointment churn in her stomach once she also realized that he was pretending like nothing had happened.

“Thanks Tom, I must have fallen asleep. My bad”

But she also understood and accepted why.

“Nothing to be sorry about, I fell asleep myself and actually had a great rest. The past few days had been very stressful, and I had really needed an afternoon of peace and quiet. So thanks again, [Y/N], for letting me enjoy your company”.

Tom’s appreciation speech actually mended the disappointment she felt, she hadn’t known about the few sorrows and stressed he had had because he hadn’t voiced them to her at all, despite having texted and called her plenty of times throughout the day.

Wow…

“You’re welcome, Tom” was all she was able to respond before reaching for the takeout bags and looking at what deliciousness were awaiting her. She ignored his piercing stare, not knowing why she suddenly was the sole focus of his attention. It was hard doing so because she felt like his eyes were burning holes on the side of her face.

“You’re very beautiful, [Y/N].

She turned to him, a bright smile creeping upon her face as her heart skipped a beat. “Thank you Tom, you are handsome yourself”. He chuckled and finally looked down at his lap, a slight crimson shade appearing on his cheeks as he felt flustered and appreciated.

[Y/N] handed him the second bag of food before removing the items in her own bag. 

“That’s amazing! Do you want me to book a table at your usual restaurant?” [Y/N] asked while feeling happy for Tom’s friends, she knew that he’d have a blast with the play and that sole thought left her smiling to herself while the actor continued to share the details of the upcoming play to her, still sitting very close to her and barely being able to keep her eyes off her beautiful face.

“By the way, I have great news”, [Y/N] hummed as in indication that she was listening while continuing to unpack her food. “Charlie and Zawe have been casted as the other two main characters in the play! We’ll be all going to dinner tomorrow!”

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Screw Biology and Reality

A Supernatural A/B/O Fan-fiction

Featuring: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, (past) Omega!Reader x Beta!Kevin Tran, Sam

Written for: @spnkinkbingo​

Square Filled: Size Difference

Setting: Season 9

Word Count: 3108

Summary: You grieve Kevin, remaining hidden away in the bunker. With your next heat you hope to crossover to see him again. Dean makes every case to keep you alive. Will you ever see Kevin again? If so as what?

Warnings: 18+, A/B/O Dynamics, grief, suicidal tendencies,  SMANGST, fingering, knotting, desperate dub!con claiming, betrayal, jealousy.

Read Part 1 first! then Part 2

Day Fifty-five

              The hours were hollow now. Though Dean had saved Sam from the angel Gadreel, he was already off on another wild goose chase. Kevin seemed almost forgotten by the Winchesters already. Maybe it was Sam’s undo guilt or Cas’s experiments, but for you, Kevin would never be gone, in thought or memory.

Day Ninety

              Time moved on. The days since Kevin’s death were suddenly more than the days you had with him. That short time another regret on your conscience. You were cleaning the kitchen when Dean and Sam returned to the Bunker, oddly rejuvenated from their spa case. The tension between them had lightened considerably since they left, which helped your overall anxiety levels. Navigating two Alphas was taxing enough, especially when they weren’t on their usual brotherly terms.

              When Dean’s eyes lingered on you, you didn’t register the longing. Instead you unknowingly ignored him and moved onto the laundry.

Day One Hundred and two

              Being a kept woman had its advantages: you had your own room, freedom to roam the bunker, everything but leave. When suddenly, there were more reasons to appreciate your new life: Dean had started bringing you home gifts. Little things, like new shoes or a pastry he remembered you liked. Once it was an album of a band, he hated, but saw it while he was scanning for the vintage finds and thought of you. All these new conveniences still did little to null the ache of Kevin’s loss. Some days you swore you heard his voice, just around the bend. But each time you entered another room, it was devastatingly empty. Once the knots started in your stomach again, you realized that your wait was nearly over.

              You awoke with a throbbing like you had never felt before, your slick stuck to your thighs. You were in heat and without your mate, there was little to do but wait for the end. Kevin was gone and soon you would be too. Maybe then you could both be happy, once this wretched life was forgotten and you were reunited in whatever afterlife you were granted. The thought of seeing him smile once more caused you to cry. It had been so long since you had felt real emotion, but now you let the tears fall against your pillow. It would all be over soon.

Day One Hundred and four

              The Bunker was filled with the scent of your heat, so permeating that Sam wouldn’t leave the garage. Dean breathed through his mouth as he told Sam to give him twenty minutes to grab more clothes and check in on you. When you didn’t answer him, his time ran out and his brother bailed, guessing inevitability had finally caught up with you both. Mark of Cain or no, Dean had it bad for you. Everyone could see it. You just seemed to have forgotten.

              Dean easily picked the lock on your bedroom door, walking in to find you breathing shallowly in a sweat drenched tee and an old pair of pajama bottoms that were probably Kevin’s at some point. He fell to your bedside, ignoring the instincts clawing at his mind. You were both hot and cold to the touch, skin clammy and lips chapped, your pulse was racing in the tender flesh of your neck. You didn’t respond to his touch or his voice. Dean panicked, face falling beneath yours as he unconsciously scented you. Beneath the heat there was still pain and he realized why you were so unresponsive. With a fierce shake, Dean broke you of your trance, warm calloused hands encased your shoulders as the world came back into focus.

              “You--- you can’t be here,” you moaned. A full body cough set him back on his heels as you recovered. He grabbed the untouched water bottle from your desk and held it to your lips. Weakly, you clamped your mouth shut.

              “Goddamn it, drink Omega!” Dean ordered, fear lacing his words.

              Just as you were about to reply, he poured the liquid into your open mouth, sputtering you sat up, coughing more violently until you could breathe deeply again. Once you did, your body was flooded with Dean, his concern and his heady Alpha scent. The only thing that could stop you from seeing Kevin again, was yourself. You just had to hold out, it wouldn’t be long now.

              “Come on, sweetheart, I need you to drink? Okay? Just a little?” Dean begged, wrecked over your listlessness. You shook your head and closed your eyes, turning your head away from him on your pillow, because it was too much effort to roll your entire body away. Minutes went by and Dean started to pace, you drifted in and out of consciousness. Suddenly something warm and strong enveloped you, something that caused you to whimper with need. Carefully Dean rolled you to your side, his naked body slotted behind you as he nuzzled your shoulder, your hair, your pulse point.

              You never realized how much bigger he was than you were until he was everywhere. Your body knew what it needed was there for the taking, but your mind fought those primal needs. You were mated, how could you take another?

              “Shhh, it’s alright. I’m right here,” Dean whispered, his deep voice soothing. His hard cock prodding the back of your thigh.

              “I can’t.” Your meager retort.

              “Let me help you--- please don’t leave me. You’ve got to fight, Omega. Don’t give up now. You’ve come so far, let me take care of you,” Dean’s voice hot and fierce in your ear, but his hands remained gentle, rubbing your upper arm, willing you back to life.

              You felt like a fuse burning on both ends, the will to live and the need to be with Kevin again accelerating the growing emptiness inside. Dean shielded and held you, sturdy and patient. Slowly you began to let yourself feel, skin almost vibrating from holding back from the connection for so long. Once you reached back, hand searching until it landed on Dean’s hip; the smothering desire of your heat reemerged. You pulled him impossibly closer to you, fingers trailing down and over his taut ass, the muscles of his powerful thighs and back up again. He grunted behind you, plump kisses finding your nape as you gave him permission.

              “Can I?” Dean whispered, breath catching as you erratically began to rock back into him.

              You nodded pathetically. “Please? ’m so weak—” you mumbled, face falling forward, trying to present.

              Dean pulled you back, flush to his chest. “I got ya. Don’t worry.”

              Reverently, Dean undressed you, his lips pulled at your skin, like firecrackers sizzling along until he moved on and sparked another to life. Carefully his hands roamed your body, thumb barely brushing the curve of your breast as he sank lower, his wide palm splayed over your tummy and finally his fingers slid into your folds. You keened as he ghosted over your sensitive bud, gently prodding your entrance. Encased by his body, you were at his mercy, yet you craved his salvation. Now that you had allowed yourself to accept his touch, you realized how much you needed him. Dean, not just an Alpha. Just Dean.

              He pulled your knee up, letting his dick slip between your thighs, your smooth wetness easing some of his throbbing as he glided up to meet his own hand as it tapped against your hood.

              “You’re so beautiful, ‘mega. I can’t believe--- fuck,” Dean broke off as you angled your hips, causing his head to catch at your opening. “Need to open you up, don’t want to hurt you.”

              Once you felt the hint of the stretch of him, you didn’t argue, but the desperation was clawing at your core while the need to be bound to Dean thrummed your every nerve. You whimpered as he pulled away, the comforting wall of his body rolling above you as you fell onto your back. He thumbed your face down to your chin, pulling your gaze into his intense stare. In his green eyes was everything he couldn’t say, everything you had been missing since losing Kevin. Inside them there was a softness you never knew someone like he could possess.

              “Alpha?” You breathed, his eyes darkening with his title. Dean hummed, easing down onto your chest, his forearms framing you. At long last his lips found yours, almost timid compared to his past explorations. Your jaw fell open for his lapping tongue, letting him taste and tease you while making your head spin. He tasted like coffee and something comforting, warm and almost sweet. You nipped at his bottom lip before he dragged away, lips leading him lower. Your hands braced on his biceps; fingers barely able to notch against their breadth.

              Without pulling away, Dean left an array of needy kisses over your neck and chest, his hips slowly wedging between yours as you hitched yourself up to accept him. He swallowed a groan as he felt the heat of your core tease him once more. With staggering dexterity, Dean shifted all of his weight on to his right side, freeing his left hand to spread you open. His heavy shaft wept against your trembling thigh as he entered you with two thick fingers. He prodded deeper as a satisfied hiss fell from your lips, you felt him watching you, but you couldn’t look back at him, mind unable to focus on anything but the pleasure he was granting you.

              Your legs opened wider, heels digging into his thighs, failing to draw him closer. Dean chuckled at you, deep in his chest, that amused smirk breaking you open like nothing had. You whined and reached up to take his devilish lips in a fevered kiss, just as his tongue met yours, he began to rub tight circles over your inner bundle of nerves. The pressure was blinding as your climax avalanched through you, renewing your slick and drawing his fingers deeper inside your channel.

              “That’s my girl,” Dean praised against your gasping mouth, his breath feather light and taunting. You licked back into him as he centered himself above you once more. As Dean angled his blunt tip at your core, your hands rested on his thick trapezius muscles, unable to process the power his bulk allowed.

              “Gonna go slow,” Dean explained, eyes watching you for any sign of fear or regret.

              “Alpha, please!” you begged, rolling up to take him at last.

              “God, woman,” Dean groaned, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply before inching inside you.

              It was mind altering, the heavy stretch of him entering you. Impossibly he just kept going, deeper and deeper until you felt torn in two. His knot, thick and cool as it kissed your overheated lips. He sighed rapturously; the sound delicious, eventually you remembered to breathe again yourself. The moment he felt you relax, he drew back, emptying you but for his smooth cockhead and slammed back through your wanton walls. Everything ceased to exist, save for you and Dean. He was everywhere, above, below, around and inside of you. You took all of him, pulling his breath into your lungs as you panted together. Your mind pulsed with your pleasure, overwhelming in intensity.

              His knot knocked at your opening, swollen and ready. You sucked in a ragged breath, trying to focus, to relax yourself enough to take the final stretch of him. Dean felt your shift and dipped his head to suck a hardened nipple into his talented mouth. The new angle sent you reeling, each forceful thrust coasting over your G spot with purpose. Once his hot mouth found your other breast, your body seized in a second orgasm. That relentless pull against his shaft dragging him over with you, his knot plowed into you, even against the thundering pulses of your channel.

              As soon as Dean peaked, knot locked inside of you, filling you with his seed, you passed out, the blissful sensations drowning you. Dean barked out in pleasure; his mind slow to process your limp form as he shallowly rutted his body against yours, continuing to pump into your womb. Once his vision cleared and he nuzzled against your temple, Dean knew something was wrong. His hand came up to your throat, the pulse suddenly faint against his fingertips. He called your name, but you would not wake.

              His mind spiraled, fear and guilt flooding his system. He whined as he nipped at your earlobe, eyes closed as he felt you fading away. He scented you, tongue dragging over your tender flesh as he braced himself to do what he only hoped could save you. Something you never mentioned. Something he hadn’t even thought to ask for. Not yet. As your breath stuttered, Dean sank his teeth into that pristine patch of skin that his eyes always seemed to find. Hard and deep they slid until your blood coated his tongue. Suddenly you gasped.

              His face broke away in a relieved grin, his forehead rested against his mark as he inhaled with each of your breaths. Cautiously he lapped over the bite, sealing and healing it as only your Alpha’s saliva could. You moaned, hand finding the back of his head, your fingers brushing through the short hair there as he soothed your wound.

              “Hey, you with me?” Dean’s voice broke through the surface, pulling you back into the light.

              “Alpha?” You asked groggily.

              “Hmmmm, my Omega,” Dean hummed, kissing up your jaw. He let out a rattled breath, relief radiating from his every pore.

              Carefully, Dean rolled you back to your sides, his thumb brushing your hair from your forehead as you struggled to focus on his face.

              “Hi.” You smiled lazily.

              “You hangin’ in there?” Dean asked, eyes searching. You nodded, hand holding his to your cheek, cradling him to you. “Gave me quite the scare, Omega. I had to—”

              You shushed him, shaking your head at the same time. “It’s better this way.”

              “You sure? I wanted you to want it,” he whispered, not looking you in the eye. What he meant was him. He wanted you to want him, not need him. You didn’t reply, but for a quick kiss, eyes closed as reality sank in.

Day One Hundred and forty

              The lights had been weird on and off for weeks, but this was the first time the boys were home to see it for themselves. Dean lurched from bed, eyes scanning for some unseen threat. You rarely saw your Alpha go into instant kill mode, but his heightened senses only peaked under severe stress. He called out to Sam, causing you to cower back as he ran from the room. Slowly, you relaxed, hearing their voices drop as they assessed the situation. When you opened your eyes again a familiar, yet impossible voice greeted you.

              “Sweetie?” Kevin’s sputtering form called to you. He shifted in and out of your vision like a spastic strobe light. Your breath fogged as you tried to understand what you were seeing. Who, you were seeing.

              “Kev?” you asked dumbstruck. He smiled sadly as you approached, arms reaching for him until Dean’s presence at the door froze you in place.

              “Well, shit.” Dean spat, hands on his hips as he caught his breath. Sam just behind him as you all stared at Kevin’s ghost. The story unraveled; Heaven was closed, leaving Kevin trapped. You knew you had heard him all those months ago, but the roller coaster of easing into life with Dean had deafened you to his once soothing voice. Your gut hitched as you realized everything he could have seen. All the time you spent with Dean, so much more than you had shared with him.

              You remained quiet as Sam and Dean questioned him, unable to form a thought relevant to the quest for finding his mother. Once Kevin convinced Sam and Dean to follow his ridiculous lead from the veil, you were left alone. You knew Kevin wouldn’t be able to maintain his full form for long, especially after they took the coffee pot with them. Though you knew you were truly what he could come back to, if he tried hard enough. Because he had never stopped trying, but somewhere along the way you had.

              “You sure you’re alright?” Kevin’s voice was already muffled.

              “I’m fine, Kev. I’m so sorry—” you started.

              “Hey, I get it. I know you couldn’t help it. Not really.” He was being too kind.

              You sniffled. “But, it’s still not fair. I should have tried harder.”

              “What? And end up lost in this ocean of souls with me?” Kevin balked, mischievous smirk that you loved returning to his ashen face. “It’s better this way.”

              You inhaled at the familiar phrase, shame pushing out the tears you had barely contained this whole while. “I still miss you, though.”

              “I know you do. I miss you too. But you’re safer with Dean. He can give you what you need without you having to spell it out. He was made for you,” Kevin placated, unable to comfort you more than a cool patch against your cheek. “I forgive you.”

              The last words faded away as he sizzled out of sight, the connection broken alongside your heart. That night you cried yourself to sleep, buried in one of Dean’s flannels.

Day One Hundred and forty two

As soon as Mrs. Tran stepped into the Bunker, you instantly understood so much more about the man you had lost. She was ferocious in love for her son; you wished you had gotten to know her on better terms. No one said anything about who you were to Kevin, unwilling to burden her with more than she needed. As soon as she was ready to leave, you gave her a tight hug, knocking her back on her feet, though you two were nearly the same size.

              “Take good care of him,” you begged under your breath.

              “I always did,” she chirped. You couldn’t help but feel hurt by her words, though she couldn’t have meant anything by it. Watching them both leave was the overdo closure you needed to move on with your life. Kevin was not someone you could ever forget; he was your first love. The kind of love that is always looked back upon with unscrutinized nostalgia because of its sacredness. But Dean was your mate, the love of your life, born from near death to deliver you into the women you could be. He was your forever. And you were his, even when the Mark wouldn’t let him go.

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[captainkurosolaire]

Trick N’ Treats ~ Budokai 2 ~ P2

[/// ♫  Extinction ♫ \\\] As tension settled the howl of wind swishing directly in a cross from the pair. Their jaws both clamped before it was action time. Like two rodeo steeds running out of the gate they were off. The Captain instantly reached back throwing in a popping click his satchel pouch containing a solid object and chunking it. A smoke grenade unpinned thrown -- Shiro scoffed to such trivial deceptions. Did this ingrate forget who he was battling? -- Please. He’d clack his fingers to snapping forcing the howling winds aspected to ice to encompass and prevent the smoke even from raising out of the canister. -- But that wasn’t a goal! That was Captain��s ploy, a distraction. One second his eyes drifting from the prize. The blinks of the Captain’s shadow happened nearly faster than most eyes could interpret. Anyone who knew him would instantly think it was just his patented, <Ghost Step> (Shukuchi) and instantly assume it but why would the Captain, use it just to step to where he was again? Cause it seemed, nothing was astray. It’d take a little bit of attention to detail but this Captain had swapped blades seemingly. From two pitch black scimitars to his more run-down antique katanas. Shiro formed a thick barrier surrounding him that was almost like a regal ice aetherial suit, it was light and snazzy enough to not hoist him down. He’d take a surprise by going on the offense. Something he wasn’t often known for taking a bee-line charge. Drawing and using his elegant diamond encrusted Rapier, ‘Mol’usa’ his grand weaponry, that was ever as potent as the namesake, named after his Mother, Half-Sister and now even Daughter. This was already a thing that debunk the pirate’s previous statement about the Nobleman not understanding value... The Captain had to work quickly to block and parry with his dual wield against the noble man’s suave fencing ability instantly going in a noble-fighting stance. This was utmost important to know. That this style took advantage of one arm below the back to support. To most this often looked like a cockiness feat but it was balance structure, it allowed Shiro to be in-control and defensive still while also being able to hit pin-point attack, through exploited means. Often used to battle against someone heavily guarded. In the clashes of two trained both would land a cut, but Captain’s cheek would bleed firstly. The torn flesh made a blood gem instantly drop from the harsh weather and liquid, drying instantly. While Captain’s blow only chipped at the ice. -- But something took place after that. Captain started to get really, really, formidable leverage. His swings started to break the guards and snap back hitting connected blows until a tiny piece of fabric of the white suit was torn... The Keeper scurried back in steps taking back his main place and forming a even more booming barrier his eye brows unflinching with disbelief... The Captain snarled and threw his steel directly like piercing lances at the ice penetrating into it but meeting cold to steel was often a sentenced to be locked. The debonair in white cackled manically... “Fool!...” He believed the win was just right there decided how did the Captain plan to break his supposed oppressor barrier without his weapons. However... With those flawed steel blades as often to expect with a schemer they were laced with speckles of something that was typically thought to be used in a battle situation let alone a battle. Rock-salt, were doused to the hardened streaks. With each of his Grade One katana’s that were left in the Noble’s near perfect defense. -- Ever slightly, melting and weakening the temperatures of the solid formation and corroding the impeccable barrier, a poison strictly placed in winning thoughts by the gallant pirate. Would his stated words truly fall to merit’s stain palms? Suddenly the pitch changed as the visible ice could be heard by his Miqo’te hearing sizzling... melting. The impossible was happening. With so many grains of rock-salt engraved and locked it nearly happened immediately. The pirate wasted little time taking opportunity to step forward and search for a delivering blow against the hilt of his blade to dig it and pierce the Noble with his flawed defenses against him, no where to run... He was sentenced --- Or was he? [These events would have taken place up to from the slash that Shiro placed against the Captain’s cheek... Everything beyond that... Was an optical hallucination. The infected pirate only saw what he wished was taking place -- a hypnosis..]~ Suddenly a powerful thrust of a rapier entering the back side of where the Captain’s shallow heart laid and between the sternum. “Game over.” He whispered breezily within the heathen’s feline ears. For you see, the Mol’usa was no ordinary blade. It held a very endearing property befitting a stratgeist with an ability that gave the user upon a first-strike, it could deplete One of the Five senses, at randomness. The pirate often was famed for his sight. So by the intelligent mind of the Noble, eliminating that seemed to be the right go. But this didn’t limit what happened to the Five Senses or its potency, sometimes regarding sight. One would see hallucinations, such as this case. Other times they often grew blind outright. The Captain caved a gasping huff before hunching over holding his wound and faltering in a slump... Over? .                                              .                                                  ...You wish!                 ....“Oi, fancy.”   Would emit from behind Shiro with that irritating swashbuckling voice....                           “And when did ye think you were fighting me, me?” He grinned fitting that of a devious-bandit before instantly using his katanas once again to bring into the reinforced barrier surrounding the Keeper. The Captain seemingly that was stricken would poof and dissolve into an extra layer of fluid a tiny sleet. A mere clone vanquished. Do you recall when there was a mentioning of the Ghost-Step being used? The Captain played against the rules, factoring in a trail of replacement clones all waiting and lurking with cloaks awaiting to switch out with the real one for moments like these with Ghost-Step. This necessary wasn’t cheating. It was still him, he was just exploiting in his own way. The rules were often meant to be construed or contorted. In a battle of swapping mind and tricks. This became simply another Chess Match. But the Captain had to do this... For there was no way in Twelve, he could risk getting hit once by Shiro whatever it was or small it seemed. For if he did, it was really, a game over match. Shiro’s element was the perfect imprisonment and for who the man of the free was, it was a bane to unsuppressed. {~ How is this battle going to play out! What sort of extra sorcery would be unveiled.... We’ll find out next time! ~]                                                                                        - To be continued.

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[afewmarvelousthoughts]

Truth [Part 1]

Master List 

Request:

What’s up sug! sorry you’re struggling right now but I’ve come to help you If you could bring this to light for me I’d absolutely love for YOU TO DO JT So basically Bucky X Enhanced reader who are fuckin enemies. Hate each other to every last fiber of their beings bc Bucky is rude and she calls him out on it. AnywHs, they get drunk, truth or dare (go crZy baby) and LOTS LF dirty talk if u wanna do smut but if u don’t then buck taking care of her while she’s drunk cause she admitted her feelings

Pairing: Bucky X Reader (Enhanced)

Summary: Since The Avengers gave you a home the only blight has been Bucky Barnes, a ghost from your past that you can’t seem to shake. It makes you hate him. The feeling, it seems, is mutual. But maybe things aren’t quite as simple as they seem. (Post Winter Soldier AU)

Warnings: Violence, guns, plotting (lol).

A/N: Well. This is a thing. At first, when I got this ask I was like... uh... hmm... this is so not me. (Honestly, the truth or dare element threw me because let’s be real, I haven’t played that since high school.) But then I thought about it and realized I could totally run with this and have some fun. Then I ended up having too much fun I guess. (And look I’m not saying it’s perfect but damn I’m enjoying it.)

I think this won’t go past a three-parter but who knows. The next bit gets smutty (I know for sure since I’m currently writing it) so stay tuned for that. Also, this makes three fics I’m actively writing (you know plus my day job) so I can’t promise part 2 will be up next week but sooooon. 

Tags are open! 

@mywinterwolf  @disagreetoagree @peachthatdrinkslemonade @breezy1415

I could do it, you thought staring down the ridge. No one would know it was me, too much chaos, just focus and BAM, the old fuck drops… Just then Steve flings Barnes the shield to fend off an attack and you remember that you can’t off the fucking Winter Soldier because Steve, who had unquestionably saved your life, would be absolutely devastated.

“Hey Y/N!” Barnes bellows over the com, “How about you pull your fucking weight?!”

No. One. Would. Know. “Hey Barnes, how about you go fuck yourself?”

“Kids,” Clint pipes up. “Play nice.”

You chose to ignore them both and plant your hands firmly on the ground. About 20 Hydra agents just ahead of you, you could feel the vibrations of their energy through the soil. Your breath stops and you begin to pull energy into your body, the air around you getting cooler with each second. This was going to be a show. Heat curls up your arms, you feel like you’re on fire, electric with this power. Admittedly this didn’t always work, focusing the energy through the ground but this time you had pettiness on your side and that was as powerful a weapon as whatever Hydra put in you.

“Fuck, on our twelve,” you hear Barnes say. Little late old man. “Goddamnit! Y/N why do-“

Now. Intentionally making the energy release a little more powerful than it needed to be you let go, concentrating hard, Just the Hydra agents, no one else, acutely aware of where each of them stood. White hot light snaked from the ground into the bodies of each unsuspecting agent, their screams loud, an uncomfortable sizzling hitting your ears as they lit up like candle flames. As gruesome as it was, in one shot you eliminated every single one.

“What was that about doing my part, Barnes?” You snipe over the com standing looking smugly over the ridge, “Your count was what, five?”

“We’re clear,” Natasha says before he can respond and you silence your earpiece, turning on your heel to head to the jet.

Back at the tower, you’re stripping out of your gear in the locker room with Natasha.

“You know you two could just fuck and get it over with.”

“What?!” You’re genuinely confused.

“Uh, you and Bucky. You go at each other like-“

You begin laughing, “Look I get your angle here but no, that’s not what this is. He’s a fucking asshole, and not in the way that gets me going,” and they didn’t know what he had been like before, not really.

“Whatever you say,” she slams her locker, dirty tac gear inside to be picked up for cleaning, “but there’s nothing like a good hate fuck to work out tension.” With that, she saunters away.

The thought of letting him touch you made your skin crawl. Though… No. Absolutely fucking not.

Tony had demanded everyone get together to celebrate a successful mission and as much as you weren’t a huge fan of social gatherings of more than two people even after almost a year of working with them all you begrudgingly agreed when it was made clear that this was a casual affair.

You stare in the mirror at yourself in black skinnies and a fitted white tee, so… normal looking. Who would suspect you were essentially a woman shaped atomic bomb? Sighing you throw your hair into a ponytail and head for the elevator. At the very least, Barnes never came to these things.

Mother. Fucker. When you got out of the elevator you had thought you were in the clear. Tony shoved a whiskey neat in your hand (spiked with his special ingredient to get the enhanced among you just as lit as the rest) the coast looked clear. Then across the room in a corner, you saw Barnes brooding, drink in hand, slouched in an oversized chair.

“What did I say earlier,” Clint says with a wink, jabbing an elbow at you.

You roll your eyes, “I always start off playing nice, thank you. It’s not my fault he’s determined to piss me off at every turn.”

“I’m on your side,” Sam pipes up from your other side and you can’t help but laugh at the exaggerated look of disdain on his face. Barnes looks at you then, eyes burning. All humor drains out of you and you turn away to head to the other side of the room.

The evening goes surprisingly well. Tony’s ‘special sauce,’ as he keeps calling it, is just enough to get you perfectly tipsy... if not bordering on drunk. Honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this loose. Not to mention his playlist for the night was on point, unsurprising since you were technically Tony’s age (even if you looked half that) so you generally had the same taste in pop culture.

This was the first time since you had been with them that everyone was together and for the most part everyone was having an exceptional time. Everyone that was except for your resident cloud of darkness.

Unable to let sleeping dogs lie Tony finally plops down on Barnes’ lap, “You know, I made this hooch for you special, because out of all you,” Tony gestures to you, Steve, and Thor, “I think you’re the one who needs to let loose the most. So,” Tony picks up the tumbler that had been sitting on the table next to Barnes the whole night, “drink your juice, Shelby.” Between the Steel Magnolias reference and the look on Barnes’ face you nearly send your drink shooting through your nose with a laugh.

Barnes looks at you then back at Tony, not a flicker of humor in his tone, “I don’t think you care to know what me letting lose looks like Stark.” With that, he dumps Tony off his lap. The mood of the room immediately shifts, everyone afraid of just what The Winter Soldier letting lose would indeed look like.

“Wow,” you drawl, “really know how to kill a buzz don’t ya Barnes?” The look he shoots you is ice cold, Steve looks stressed, and all you can think is, Please, please give me a good reason.

He saunters over to you in, what Natasha has playfully labeled his ‘murder strut,’ and looms over you, “And you’re just the life of the party, huh?”

You sneer, “Nah, but at least I can pretend to be a normal human for a few hours.” His upper lip ticks just a bit, and you swear you can hear the metal plates in his arm shift. When he moves you’re already bracing yourself internally for a hit, instead he just plucks the drink from your hand and downs it in one shot.

“Alright, Tony, it’s not bad. Guess I’ll have another.”

“That’s more fucking like it!” Tony bellows getting up to make another drink for Barnes immediately lifting the room back almost to where it was before. As for you, you plaster a smile on your face but all you want to do is level that fucker.

Banner goes down for the night and Clint follows not far behind despite taunting from all of you. About being lightweights. Things had started to wind down but Natasha, still wide awake, isn’t quite ready to let everything go quiet just yet.

“Alright, now that the old men have left us I say we play a game,” the look on her face is filled with mischief.

“What kind of game?” Steve catches her tone and looks more than a little suspect.

She smirks, “Only the best kind of game when you’re in the company of soldiers, assassins, gods, and spies...” everyone stares, “Truth or dare.”

“I’m down,” you’re drunk enough to want in on this mess.

“What exactly is that?” Thor looks confused as if it can’t mean what it sounds like.

The rules are laid out. No truths that can get anyone killed because... well between Nat, you, and Barnes there had to be more than a few secrets that should 100% be kept. And, only minimal bloodshed would be permitted in the event of a dare. All rules everyone could easily abide.

Only ten minutes in and you realize the long con Nat’s been playing at... and that you should have definitely not agreed to this.

“Dare,” you say.

Natasha’s mouth curls into a smirk, “Good. Kiss Bucky.”

“What?!” You both spit at the same time throwing daggers at the other. Everyone is cackling.

“You can’t refuse, it causes no harm, and it’s the least the two of you owe the rest of us for making us deal with you,” shrugs of agreement from everyone. Barnes’ head drops to his hands.

“I’ll take a truth then.”

“Not how it works,” Thor chides laughing. “You have-“

“Want to make me?” The temperature around you dropping just a little as tiny streaks of energy snake up your arms. Any residual cheer drops away.

“Now who’s a buzzkill?” Barnes asks sardonically. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. He was right. And maybe you could zap him a little just to prove a point.

Without another word, you stride across the circle and pull him up by his collar, the fabric making a ripping sound. He doesn’t resist you and you kiss him hard, bordering on violent, forcing your tongue in his mouth just to be sure no one can say it wasn’t a thorough kiss. And... maybe you were curious as to what he would taste like. For good measure though you let just a touch of the energy zap his lips. He pulls back in shock at the feeling.

“Happy?!” You ask turning to the group. They’re all staring like they really didn’t expect it. “Good.” You sit down heavily next to Natasha without another word and diligently chose truth for the next hour.

Eventually, you all grow bored of the game and fall into just talking, though you mostly listen. You were so committed to ignoring his existence you don’t actually notice that Barnes had slipped away until everyone decides to disperse.

The rest of them seemed perfectly content to go to bed. You were envious. Being drunk went from being fun to making you feel anxious around the time of the kiss. The power had been too quick to come to you, too volatile, you knew that. Not being in control was something you hated and... if you were being honest wasn’t good for anyone around you.

Need to sweat this out, you think and head down to the training grounds buried beneath the tower.

You had intended to go to the shooting range. Tony had set up a special stall for you that had heating panels all around it so you could play with your energy manipulation more, refine it, make it your own. But as you walk up to the glass you see someone else emptying a clip at a bevy of moving targets, hitting each perfectly.

Lightening fast he changes the clip and you can’t help but watch as again not a single target is missed. You’re good but you can’t touch that level of precision. Not yet. But Barnes was good at what he did, no one, not even you, would question that.

It doesn’t take long for your admiration to sour though. He had this uncanny way of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Suddenly the steady sound of bullets stops and he hurls the gun at the targets, roaring. His hands rest on the small counter before him for a second, back heaving. Turning halfway, not noticing you, he leans against the wall of the stall and slides to the floor his head thudding against it, forearms resting on his knees, cheeks shining with moisture from sweat or tears you couldn’t tell.

Goddamnit, your dislike for him ran along the lines of hatred... you had thought about how to kill him so many times in so many ways it was almost comical. Right now though... You didn’t have it in you to comfort this man when you could hardly tell him good morning most days but you could at least give him privacy.

You turn to leave and you feel his eyes on you, “Enjoy the show?” Most wouldn’t have been able to hear his words through the thick glass but you weren’t most.

He’d seen you, no use in pretending. “Not particularly.” You open the door and stride in, heading toward your booth, “And as usual you’re right where I don’t want you to be.”  

You’re almost in your booth when he starts laughing, and you’re pretty certain you have never, in the years you’ve known him, heard him laugh. You lean around, “Something funny?”

He keeps laughing, “Yeah, you.”

“Oh?” You walk back to him and stand looking down, arms crossed. He’s cackling. “Do tell.”

“You really don’t know why we always end up here at the same time? Why we’re always at each other?” More laughter, “You really think you hate me.” Finally, he takes a breath, wiping the tears from his eyes, “Your obliviousness is hilarious.”

“You’re such a fucking prick,” you say and turn away.

“Yeah. I am. And you’re a cunt.” You spin so fast any normal person would hardly have seen your movement, streaks of light snaking around your skin, ready to destroy him. “I’d say we’re cut from the same cloth.”

“No,” you growl.

“Really?” He stands up and shoves his hands in his pockets. “So you’re not in here because you need to work off the feeling of not being in control?” He takes a step toward you and you move back in turn. “You’re not in here because you’re scared if you don’t get that energy out you’ll hurt someone?” A few more steps. “You don’t wind up in here more nights than you’re in your bed because you can’t sleep?” You're almost against the door. “Just. Like. Me.” Your back bumps against the glass.

He’s inches from you, so close you can smell the whiskey on his breath, “If you touch me I’ll fucking kill you.”

“I know you will.” He stares at you for a moment, “That’s why I’m glad you’re on the team.”