#this isn't EVERY comfort character of mine but damn if i don't have a couple tbh

[just-jessiejames]

bitches be like "this is my comfort character" and then choose a character that hasn't had a day of comfort in their lives

it's me, i'm bitches

(this is in no particular order)

[foolforharrry]

Nails And Croissants

Word Count: 2.5k words

Summary: Harry and Willow go to get their nails done

This is just a short little thing to get the feel of how I wanna write the characters in a book that I'm planning. I an really excited about this and I hope that when I get to posting the actual chapters, you guys are going to like them and love them too.

This blurb is obviously way down the line from where the story is going to start but I wanted to give you guys a small taste of them.

This is also not that carefully written and is probably messy af, but I hope you still enjoy reading it.

if you wanna read more of my work, I have it all linked on my masterlist.

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated and if you have any requests please feel free to give them to me and I will do my absolute best to do it.

Harry Styles Butterflies erupt in my stomach when I catch her eyes across the room.

The sunlight beaming in through the windows of the small nail salon makes the lighter strands of her brown hair look golden.

"What are you getting?", I ask her once she's sat down at the table right next to mine.

Her cheeks tint an adorable shade of pink when Willow's nail tech for today, Aspen, sets the bottles of nail polish Willow's chosen for today. "I swear it wasn't on purpose," she hurries out, her eyes flicking between the colours next to my own hands.

"Damn. And here I was getting excited thinking you wanted to match with me," I say with a playful roll of my eyes.

The laugh she lets slip is like music to my ears, and all I want to do is lay a kiss on her pretty, pink lips. But Mona coating my nails with a clear layer of base polish prevents me from doing so.

Instead, I settle on storing the image of Willow's face scrunched up with joy and laughter to memory. Her freckled, sun-kissed skin and the smile that doesn't just light up the room but my whole entire life.

"You're an idiot," Willow giggles, letting Aspen arrange her hands the way she needs them.

"I'm your idiot, though.", I remind her. To my delight, my words have another heartbreakingly beautiful break out on her face as she mouths 'I love you'.

Out of my peripheral vision, I can see Mona and Aspen exchange a look as I mouth 'I love you' back.

And God do I love her.

I never thought that I would ever be the kind of man who happily takes his girlfriend to get a manicure on my day off feeling like my heart is about to fucking burst from the love that's flooding it. The part of my heart I had tried so hard to keep under lock and key to protect it from being burnt again. But instead, Willow came along and took it in her soft hands. The calm of the sea in her eyes is all I needed to see before I let her.

"You ok, baby?" Willow asks, a crease of concern between her eyebrows.

Clearing my throat, I offer her a genuine smile, "Yeah, Blue. I'm ok." I can tell that she isn't entirely convinced, so I add; "Was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you."

The blush returns to her cheeks as Mona asks me to remove my hands from the UV-light machine. Which means that she's ready to give my nails some colour.

For the rest of the appointment, we make small talk with Aspen and Mona with the comfortable hum of the radio in the background. When a song by Taylor Swift I still haven't learnt the name of, Willow was out of her chair to turn up the volume with the permission of Aspen with a childish glee that she rarely lets show with anyone other than her closest people.

I swear I fell more in love with Willow when I watched her dance her way back to her chair.

Hand in hand, Willow and I walk out of the nail salon, freshly painted nails and bright smiles on our faces as we wave goodbye to Mona and Aspen. Our names are already on their calendar for next time.

I can't help myself from glancing down at our cojoined hands every couple of seconds, my heart fluttering at the way hers match mine.

Baby blue and pastel pink.

"H?" I don't even have to look at her face to know that Willow has her bottom lip tucked under her teeth and round eyes that'll have me giving into whatever comes out of her pouty lips.

"Blue?" I mimic her tone, tugging her closer to me so she doesn't bump into the man walking past us.

Willow lets go of my hand and before I can reach for it again, a pout on my lips, she snakes her arm around my back, my own going around her shoulders. "Are you hungry?"

I'm not. But knowing that she is and doesn't want to just ask directly, I don't say that. "What do you want, baby?"

It's like her shoulder deflates in relief the second the words leave my mouth and it has me turning my head and planting a kiss in her hair as I let her take her time settling on what she wants. Almost like she'd read my mind, she perks up, pointing across the street to what looks to be a small bakery.

"How about some croissants?", Willow suggests as I meet her eye.

"Croissants sound lovely," I agree, pouting my lips for a kiss.

Willow drops her gaze to my mouth at the action. Standing on her tiptoes, her hands gently cup my face as mine drop to her hips and peck. Her lips are soft as she presses them against mine in a way that has my heart doing somersaults in my chest. I can smell the coconut from her favourite lip gloss when she pulls away with a dopey smile, swiping away the product she left just below my bottom lip.

Blush heats my cheeks as I kiss the pad of her thumb, "Thank you, baby."

Thankfully the crosswalk is just down the street, the lights turning green for us after only a few seconds so we can make our way across the road safely and efficiently with my arm back around Willow's shoulders and her hand on my hip.

The bakery Willow picked out for us has a homey vibe to it. Flowers stationed on every single table with warm pinks and soft yellows everywhere you look. The smell of baked goods strong even from outside the shop. For a Thursday afternoon, it's rather busy.

Willow and I stood in silence as we waited for it to be our turn to order, content just watching the different people come in and out of the bakery every time the bell above the door rang.

The display of all the different options of baked goods is god damn mouth-watering and I make a mental note to bring Evelyn and Willow back sometime during the weekend. Knowing Evelyn, she would be over the moon over a cupcake that looks like a rainbow.

When it becomes our turn, I order us two croissants, thanking the lady behind the counter with a smile as she hands us the paper bag. And then we're on our way again.

"I was thinking that we should take Evie there," I speak as I take her hand in mine, resuming our walk back to the car with my eyes switching from the path in front of us to her face.

Meeting my eye, Willow nods with a hum, "When were you thinking?" "Maybe Sunday?"

Before she can ask, I add, "They're open."

"She's gonna have a hard time picking, poor thing," Willow laughs light-heartedly.

"Mhm," I hum in agreement, the smile that rarely ever seems to fade whenever I'm around her. If we're being completely honest, Willow and I both know that I would buy Evelyn every single one she wanted just to keep a smile on her face.

"I miss her," I say with a pout as we round the last building, my eyes landing on my car.

Willow rolls her bottom lip into her mouth before she opens it and says something I never in a million years thought I'd hear from her; "I don't know how you're gonna survive when she's off to college, babe."

Dropping her hand, I clutch the material of my t-shirt over my heart as if I was in pain. "Don't hurt an old man like that, Blue. I'm fragile."

"Oh shut up, H. You're not that old," Willow giggles with a hand on her stomach. Her nails match her pretty sundress and it has another swarm of butterflies flapping around in my tummy.

"It was still mean," I grumble with a pout, the thought of my little girl leaving one day isn't exactly one I enjoy.

Willow shakes her head at my attitude. "I'm sorry, love," she says with a pinch of my hip.

"You're lucky I love you," I say as I take her hand again, loving the warmth of her soft skin against mine. She grins at me, "The luckiest."

The soft curls of her hair dance in the light breeze blowing past us. Her golden skin glows so prettily in the sunshine she doesn't even look real. The light reflects in her baby blue eyes makes them twinkle as if the sun was hung in the sky at this very moment just for her.

I'm convinced that Willow is an angel sent down to this plane from the heavens above. Her calm, beauty and grace is simply too delicate to be meant for the harsh, painful world that we live in. But somehow, with all that she's been through, she still leaves a trail of light in her wake. She has lit up my life the way the sun lights up the sky after a dark night with only specks of light so far away you almost don't believe that they're real.

"No Blue. I'm the lucky one."

I'm sure she can hear the emotion that has started to clog up my throat, but she doesn't comment on it. Instead, she guides my hand to press a gentle kiss to my knuckle just as we reach the car.

I reach into my pocket for my keys, pressing the button to unlock the black range rover as I walk around to the passenger side with Willow in tow to open the door for her, quickly pecking her temple as she slips past me and gets settled in her seat with the bag of croissants in her lap.

By the time I'm sat in my own seat, she's opened the bag and is munching happily on her croissant. Eyes closed, head tilted back against the headrest and humming in the way she something is particularly delicious. She's got her hand underneath the pastry to catch any crumbs that may fall when she takes a bite out of it.

Just as I get out on the road, Willow's phone connects to the Bluetooth system in the car, the song switches to 'Right where you left me' by Taylor Swift.

It's almost comical how fast Willow's jaw drops along with her hand just as she was about to take another bite of her croissant. Her eyes go from the screen where the title is written in clear letters to my face. Accusing frown on her face as Taylor's voice and the gentle guitar fill the silence.

There isn't even a point in trying to contain my smile at the way it takes her around 5 seconds before she is turning up the volume and singing along to the song. Dramatic hand gestures and facial expressions that I catch out of my peripheral vision.

When she twists her upper body so she is fully facing me and sings; "I could feel the mascara run. You told me that you met someone," I can't help but take her hand and join her.

Who would have thought singing a heart-wrenching song about being left and unable to move on with the love of your life while driving down the streets of Los Angeles would have images of her in a white dress flash through my mind and a certainty settle in my stomach like I have only felt once before in my life?

When the song ends, Willow turns the volume back down, her face flushed from her intense performance and a shy smile curling on her lips.

If there wasn't a chance that doing so would potentially end in both of our deaths, I would've kissed her until we were both dizzy.

"You want your croissant?" Willow pulls the untouched one out of the bag, holding it out to me with her eyebrows raised in question.

Instead of saying anything, I open my mouth expectantly, waiting for her to get the hint. And when she does, she rolls her eyes playfully, still obliges and holds the pastry right in front of my face. She waits for me to take a bite out of the soft, crunchy slice of buttery heaven.

"Fuck me, that's good," I practically moan through a mouthful of croissant. This is possibly the best croissant I have ever had in my life.

Chewing it slowly, savouring the heavenly taste, I catch Willow with her phone out, pointed in my direction and a sly smile on her face. "What are doing, Blue?"

"You look really hot, is all," she shrugs, stuffing her phone underneath her thigh.

Willing the blush I feel heating up my face at the compliment go away, I point out the obvious; "That doesn't answer my question." Only Willow can have me blushing like a schoolboy and biting the inside of my cheek at a simple compliment.

"I got myself a new wallpaper for my phone," she tells me matter-of-factly as she squeezes my hand.

I rub the skin of her knuckle as the corners of my mouth tug up into a smirk, "If that's the case, then you can take as many pictures as you want."

When she stays quiet, taking bites of her croissant before letting me do the same, her left leg bouncing under beneath our cojoined hands, I can't help but laugh as the realisation dawns on me. "How many pictures do you actually have of me?"

She says something, but it's so quiet I can't make out the words. "I can't hear you, baby."

"I said that I've lost count," she repeats herself with a sheepish look on her face. "You don't exactly make it hard, baby."

"You ever gonna let me see these photos?" Knowing her, it's probably half pictures where I look decent and half pictures that could be turned into memes.

Willow takes a minute before she answers, seeming to mull over the answer in her head. "No."

"Then I'm not letting you see the wonderful collection I've gathered of you, Blue." It may be childish, but it does exactly what I wanted it to. Willow's grip on my hand tightens ever so lightly and I can feel her practically burning a hole into the side of my face with the intensity of her stare.

But she is stubborn, so she keeps her lips pressed tightly together. She keeps her view directed out the window at the cars, buildings and people we pass by.

"Am I sleeping in any of them?" she eventually breaks the silence. Her fingers drum along with the rhythm of 'Sweater Weather' against the back of my hand, something that I've noticed that she always does when she listens to music.

"A couple," I confess, holding in the urge to laugh at the way her cheeks turn crimson.

Clearing her throat, Willow tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. "If they ever see the light of day, you're losing your dick."

Slightly taken aback by how casually such crude words flew out of her mouth, I swallow hard with wide eyes, "I will remember that."

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[rcksmith]

Desire — Kaz Brekker

(Photo not mine)

Requests: “Hello there! I've been around this blog for a bit now and you are an amazing writer! I was wondering if you would be ok with doing something with 21 28 & 29 from the smut prompts and kaz brekker? If you are uncomfortable please just ignore this!”

“Kaz brekker Smut prompts 28 66?? Love you💖!!”

“I can request Kaz smut prompts 29?❤️”

Smut prompts:

21. “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

66. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of shot, mention of desire, desire, mention of smut, explicit smut, NSFW.

Word count: 3k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

I hope you like💕 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There was something about you. Something impossible to decipher, with a glow hovering around you like a electrical energy. Wrapping your whole body in a cloak of magnetism. There was something about the way you spoke, walked, laugh. Something about what it was like to be you, in your beauty and mysteries like a sphinx.

Something that made Kaz Brekker completely furious.

You couldn't be more distorted from the image, in Kaz's mind, than what was to be a peaceful woman. Calm, controled, with steel emotions and wit in eyes. Someone who, like him, knew how to dance the waltz of negotiation, manipulation, who could blend in with the shadows and know the best time to listen more than speak.

You were not like Inej, you were not like Jesper. Hell, you were like nobody Kaz has known in all of his 28 years.

Nothing reminiscent of calm and control would be used to describe what it meant to be you.

Your soul are stormy, loud, obstinate, too stubborn and too talkative. You needed to speak loudly, laugh, move, expose your opinions to the seven winds and to whoever listened the most. You needed to question, inquire, doubt and test the limits of any situation. A direct order for you would be an affront to your free and independent spirit. A command that would curtail your freedom or tame your strong genius was almost like an invitation for you to do exactly the opposite of what they had ordered you to do.

So, for a man of trained reasoning, subtly balanced world, and who was used to his every command being followed vehemently and promptly in blind obedience, such a personality like you was like introducing a disturbing factor capable of shaking all his judgments. Sand in a watch, or stone in a shoe, would be no more a nuisance than a strong nature like your.

The extraordinary stubbornness and mania to counter his orders - when, in your words, they were unreasonable - had made you different from all the women Brekker had ever met. Kaz liked challenges and responsibilities, a good puzzle, but you were on a level far beyond that.

You were a danger to his peace of mind. And you knew that. All his aversion to your indomitable spirit only served as fuel for your own mission in to piss him off. Few men were like Kaz Brekker, you knew that, with a strength of character too powerful to be ignored. He was not just comfortable in his position of authority as he was obviously unable to act in any other way than as a leader. His stoic figure and always so contained in a wall of indifference made you want to ruffle his hair to see if you could remove any emotion. And being a girl who hasn't always liked leaders, Kaz Brekker was a huge temptation. Few moments had been better than those that you managed to piss him off beyond what he could handle.

However, all the reasons why the two of you were so exasperating for each other, did not explain why the air crackled in ambiguity when your eyes met. The hemisphere was adorned in a thought-provoking, poignant veil, like a warm honey flowing down its throat, and there was something else in the way blood flowed like flames of fire through veins of you two.

Jesper said that the sexual tension between you was so tangible that it could be cut by one of Inej's knives, but you refused to think of Kaz that way. At least until that moment.

Not pure images of what the infamous Brekker could do to you between four walls swept you like the strong Arabian wind. Making you be surprisingly breathless. Kaz was not a man whose private life was exposed, nor was he involved with many women, but you have heard two or three of them when they were drunk saying that Kaz Brekker in the room could be incendiary.

Everyone knew that his touch reserve didn't limit him to anything, but that his job was at the top of the priority list and that sexual encounters were almost never on that list.

"It was not my fault!” Jesper defended himself one night, slightly drunk, sitting at the club's round table next to the other crows “I didn't know he was married to another man! That damn pretty face seduced me!”

"Did he seduce you?" You asked, skeptical and playful.

"I swear to God! And it had been a long time since I had sex with anyone, and I went… ”

“But you did sex last week." Inej laughed, chocked.

"Exactly!" Jesper said, as if he were obvious.

You laughed with your beer glass in your hand, taking another sip.

“Is a week a long time to not sleep with anyone?" Matthias retorted, trying not to laugh.

“Are you going to tell me that is not?” Jesper and Nina spoke at the same time.

“If a man has time for sex more than once a week, he clearly doesn't have much to do. And I'm sure I gave Jesper a lot of tasks that would keep him busy.” Kaz narrowed his eyes at his friend, and Jesper hid his guilt behind the rim of his beer glass, looking to the side.

"So you are saying that you are a very busy man?" You teased, trying not to laugh at the scathing look Kaz sent you.

"I disagree. The values ​​of hard work and discipline cannot match the hot body of a woman in bed.” Matthias said, exchanging a brief conspiratorial look with Nina, who winked at him.

"There are more important things." Said Kaz.

"Like what?" You rested your chin on the back of the hand whose elbow was on the table, the playful look of a rebellious student.

"Progress." Kaz held your gaze.

He wasn't going to take your bait. But you didn't give up easy.

"Tell me, if God gave you a deal: all the hunger in the world would be extinguished in exchange for you never being able to have sex again, what would you choose?" your eyes had a teasing feline glow.

At that moment, Kaz felt a shiver up the back of his neck, like a warm breath of autumn. Something crawled, like a snake, across his rib cage and down to his groin, pumping blood like fire through his veins.

He held your gaze, but the feline glow in your eyes promised to contain the most ardent sins. Suddenly, Kaz's mind was flooded by the wave of obscene images of you, on his bed; moaning, squirming, shouting his name and being very obedient with every order he gave you.

He would make you such a good girl...

"I don't believe in God." He replied succinctly, the predator's eyes still in your eyes audacious feline's.

A big, satisfied smile spread across your face, and you said: "As I thought. Bad luck for hungry people.”

Realizing that he had fallen right into your cunning trap, Kaz got rid of your diabolical magnetism and cursed.

“I didn't say…” he stopped, impatient “It doesn't matter. I have more important things to do than waste time here.”

But the smile you hid behind the glass was noticeable to Kaz.

After that night, the crackling, gasping flame that circled the two of you intensified to alarming levels. Kaz could feel you holding your breath when he was too close, and you could see him squeezing his cane harder when you sweetened your voice for him.

However, regardless of Kaz's wanted to fold you at a table and put an end to your brat girl pose, enjoying the groans he was sure you would let out, the two of you still fought like dog and cat.

Just as it was now.

“What do you mean, I'm not going?!” You looked at Kaz, amazed, when he told you that you would not participate in the robbery that week “I know that security system like the back of my hand!”

It was true, what you had of stubbornness, you had of technological intelligence. There was no computer that you would not hack, a program that you would not hack, and a system that you would not unlock. Your genius with technology made up for all your lack of obedience.

But Kaz ignored. “I've already told you. It's a more dangerous mission than you're used to and we don't have time for the plans you come up with right away.” He needled you.

“Are you referring to Switzerland?” You were never anything short of direct and inquiring. It was logical that you would question every orden. “But I already told you that when the alarm went off your plan didn't work anymore! I was more useful inside to deactivate the alarm than waiting outside.”

And stubborn. Holy God, how stubborn you were!

"And it cost you to get shot."

"But it was just a shot!"

Kaz looked at you, puzzled. “Just?! And wasn't it enough ?! You put the whole team at risk!”

“But if I hadn't deactivated the alarm, we would all be arrested! And only I knew how to do that!”

"My fucking God, isn't there a speck of common sense in you?!"

But you answered boldly: "Not when you impose clueless plans on me."

Mortified would be an understatement to describe how he was now. What an unbearable creature! Kaz felt the anger spread from his neck to his face, igniting his breath and squinting his eyes in annoyance.

Why was it so difficult for you to follow a simple goddamn rule?!

“Besides, your initial plan was flawed and there was no reason for me to be out when it was necessary inside and...” And you kept talking!

If you had noticed Kaz's completely enraged state in front of you, you would have been scared, shut up and ran. But, truth be told, Kaz suspected that even if you knew how to read the murderous humor in his eyes, you wouldn't have left that office. Much less be afraid. You could argue with the demon. And you would probably beat him out of tiredness.

However, regardless of the desire to shake you up, to see if that put any good sense in you, in that second, watching you gesture with your hands, defending your point of view as if it were the england queen's crown, something swept Kaz's body from the top of his head with dark hair to the tips of his illustrated boots.

The sound of the world was drowned out by the flow of blood itself in his veins. His heart hammered hard in his chest and, in that instant, a sharp sting in his groin and the pit of his stomach set him on fire.

His gaze went down to your mouth, which kept moving. And when it came up to your eyes, your stubborn and defiant gaze sent Kaz's rationality into space. He dropped the cane abruptly, which toppled to the floor with a hollow crack, and advanced towards you in firm and determined steps.

Gluing his gloved hands to your face, Kaz silenced all your protests with a strong kiss. Hot, fiery, domineering. The kind of kiss that held years of camouflaged desire, years of irritability, years of an unnerving desire to make you shut up with all the perverse forms that existed.

You weren't afraid of him. But you should. You should if you knew everything he wanted to do with you.

However, as if you have been burning in the same desire for years, you responded to that kiss with the same urgency. The same hunger. Kaz slipped his hands into your hair, closing his fingers there and deepening the kiss with ferocity. He felt beside himself, like a hungry wild animal that had been denied food for years and that only now had its teeth set on its prey. You moaned against his lips, bringing your hands to his lean, strong biceps, squeezing your fingers there.

You both needed air, but neither seemed to give a damn about that. Misted of desire that burned like a fire in their bodies, Kaz pushed the two of you backwards, slamming your back against the wall and swinging a frame beside. You gasped, and the gesture made it possible for Kaz to invade your mouth with his tongue, hunting every piece of hot meat. You two fought the same battle in that kiss: invade, dominate, conquer.

They both wanted to take the waltz, but Kaz would never let you conduct the show.

He pulled your wrists up, pinning them with one hand against the wall, leaving you immobile while sinking his mouth further into yours. Kaz felt you try to get rid of his tight grip, but he was stronger than you. And much more when he have a objective.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He murmured against your mouth, the tip of his tongue playing with your bottom lip. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Was impossible for you to control the loud moan that escaped. Your body trembling with desire, your legs wobbly, your wet core vibrating with his words. Kaz Brekker was a fallen angel. With a beauty and charm you've never been immune to.

How can you think you'd win the dominance game with him?

And, like the fallen angel he was, his smug and arrogant smile painted the corner of his lips when he saw what his lines did to you.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Kaz mocked “If I knew it was only necessary to do this for you to shut up...” he brought his lips closer, his voice hitting yours “I would have fucked you like the naughty brat you have been a long time.”

If his caustic and maddening kisses hadn't been enough to break you in half, that statement would have done all the work.

In that second, you hoisted your white flag, biting your lip in a needy moan and closing your eyes for a second by the overwhelming vibration of your core. God, you needed more. Whatever he gave you. Anything he wanted to give you. You just needed more.

"Are you going to be good?" He played with the dough you were in his hands, his devilish mouth going down your neck, leaving a trail of fire and debris wherever he went.

You agreed, desperately. “Yes, Sir."

That title seemed to do things with Kaz. Because in the next second, his mouth was back on your. More urgent, more needy, more dominating. You shifted your hips for more friction with his, and Kaz rewarded your obedience by pulling one of your thighs forward, making your skirt go up, aligning your thigh on his hips and giving access for his member to fit perfectly against your pulsating core.

You moaned louder this time. Fingers clenching, heart pumping frantically. Kaz pulled his lips away from you for a second, taking his hand off your thigh and bringing it to your mouth.

“Pull.” He ordered, referring to the glove.

You murmured a low, excited moan, bringing your mouth to the glove and clenching your teeth on the cloth at the top of his middle finger. Satisfied, Kaz pulled his hand back, watching the alabaster skin peel away from the leather fabric. As soon as he was free, he removed the glove from your mouth, replacing it with his own and stealing all your breath in that fiery kiss.

His free hand wandered over your thigh, touching you for the first time with a touch that promised to show you all the most delicious and secret sins in the world. His tongue wrapped around your again, and the moan you let out was even greater when his long fingers brushed against your wet, throbbing core.

"S-sir!" You sobbed, your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

"Look at you." His fire voice beat against your lips, the tightness against your wrists getting stronger, more possessive "I’ ve only started using my fingers and you ’re already shaking"

Your body cried out in unbridled desire, sobs mingling with loud moans and heavy sighs as Kaz tormented you with his fingers. He touched you, slid, opened and sank, increasing the volume of your pleas.

“P-please" You begged, the body in need, the urge too urgent.

Kaz looked you in the eye, a dark, malicious gleam burning in his Egyptian blue irises. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased you.

But you no longer cared about his teasing. With your lips swollen and red, your heart racing and the core pulsing in despair on his experienced fingers, you were already surrendered.

"Please. I n-need." You mumbled submissively, rummaging your hips in his hand.

"I bet if I wanted to fuck you against my desk, here and now, you would be very happy to do it, wouldn't you?"

He was foisting all of his dominance on you, bending you to your knees for him. And you knew that. You knew he was taking years of anger out on you. But you couldn't care less. You wanted him. Ardently. Desperately. And if it was a good girl Kaz wanted, damn it, you would be a good girl for him.

You readily agreed, your eyes shining in supplication.

“Good.” Kaz pulled you brutally off the wall, turning you over to the table and pushing your chest against the icy wood, pulling your hips at him. “Because that's exactly what is going to happen.”

Suddenly, desire and hunger roared like a wild beast. Kaz watched you, bent over his desk, obedient, surrendered, offering every inch of your body to him.

His breath was burning in his throat and it was no longer possible to order his thoughts, contain his euphoria. He would fuck you so hard that it would make that memory the only thought when you remembered him. When you dare to rebut his orders.

Kaz pulled you skirt up and your panties down, letting out a groan that sounded more like a growl as he saw your wet core. Pulsing and desperate for him. For anything he wanted to give you. It sparked a fervent desire that Brekker had never felt in his life, devastating any possibility of thinking about anything other than fucking you.

Playing with your fingers in your slick, wet folds, you whimpered again, the core pulsing whenever he teased you inside, pressing his fingertips there but never entering.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice came over the top of your shoulder, hoarse, animalistic, full of profane desires.

"Please." You were quick to beg “I do what you want! But just...please, please… ”

You already felt your eyes watering from over-stimulation, your heart burning so hard it was beating, your core aching from emptiness.

You sealed the end of the game between you. Kaz had won. In a triumphant checkmate.

And you didn't have to beg again. Barely seeing when he unbuttoned his pants, you just reasoned his hard, hot, pulsating member by opening your from the inside. Claiming everything that was yours as his in a strong, desperate, hungry lunge.

"S-sir!" You screamed, your nails scraping the wood from the table, the core pulsing overwhelmingly around his rigid member.

In a more badly lunge, Kaz sank completely into you, moaning loudly as he hit rock bottom. The gloved hand slid over your shoulder, propelled you to him while the bare hand tightened on your waist, hitting you at a steady, raw, animalistic rhythm.

The sounds were pornographic, dirty and loud, echoing off the walls. The air was hot like molten lava, pungent and muffled, driving you two lost breath. Their bodies clashed as if the world was going to end tomorrow, in aggressive, rough thrusts. These were thrusts that made half of his things on the table fall to the floor, mixing in a mess that would serve as a reminder later about the sinful activities you two did.

You screamed when Kaz took on more force, his fingers squeezing you so hard that they would leave you with marks on your shoulder and waist the next day.

"Fucking hell!" Kaz snarled between his teeth, feeling your flesh throb around him, squeezing he with such desperation that he knew you were close.

You sobbed, tears streaming down the corners of your eyes as you pushed your ass towards him, trying to bring him as deep as possible, as deep inside you as possible. But every time his pelvis smashed into your ass, a loud moan and the feeling of being completely full drowned you.

You begged, pleaded, for something you didn't know. But Kaz seemed to know. Taking both hands to your hips, your pace became even more unperturbed, pushing you to the limit until you cum in a scream in his name, your lungs on fire. Kaz came close behind, sinking as deep as possible and pouring all the hot liquid into you. Almost like a brand.

The air was filled with sex, lust and desire, filled only by the sound of their ragged breaths that struggled to stabilize.

You were still panting when Kaz's voice came after you: "Whatever I want, don't I?"

A deal with the devil.

[miss-smutty]

Forbidden - Chapter 2

Summary- Jess couldn't stop thinking about the guy she'd met in the coffee shop, he was drop dead gorgeous, mature and everything she's always wanted but how would she find him again when she didn't even know his name?

Word count- 3.1K

Pairing- Prof!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, slight smut talk

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 13th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

Chapter 1

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again.

If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates? 

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

"Morning, you feeling any better?" Ellie was awake before me as usual, she spent hours getting ready in the morning and was now sat at her desk finishing her make up.

"I suppose, can't beat myself up forever can I?" I was more the get up and go kind of girl, I could never understand why she'd take hours getting ready just to go to class but I suppose you never know who you're going to bump into.

"No you can not. Not when there's literally thousands of guys here to take your pick of." 

"Psh!" I finally pull myself out of bed after thinking about the thought of possibly bumping into my hunk again I changed my mind about making myself a little more presentable.

"What d'ya mean psh?" Ellie turns to look at you, her mascara wand in her hand and only one eye made up, she looked ridiculous. How could you take her seriously looking like that? 

"I mean I'm not interested in these childish boys anymore El, I want a man." 

"Fuck me, you spoke to the guy for two minutes and already you're acting like you've lost the love of your life." Wow, that hurt a little.

"I didn't say I was talking about him although it would be nice. I just meant I'm sick of playing all these childish games and never knowing where I stand. Don't you get sick of being the one who always falls deeper? Getting messed about and then being the one who's left hurt?" I joined her at the desk, putting on a little mascara and eyeliner. "I want a man who knows what he wants and treats me better. Don't you?"

"Well shit, when you put it like that I can't argue with you. It would be nice, hey I wonder if Mr Aussie has a brother?" She waggles her eyebrows at me, making me laugh. "I gotta go babe, what class you got?" 

"My first Comms class this morning." I did not sound excited at the prospect because I really wasn't. I'd put it off in freshman and sophomore years but thought I better get it over and done with before my senior year.

"Oh really? I didn't know you'd taken that class. I heard a load of seniors talking the other day and apparently the Professor is drop dead gorgeous. I was thinking about taking it up too just to see what all the fuss was about." 

"Well that should make the class a lot more interesting, maybe it isn't going to be as bad as I thought."

"See, every cloud and all that. See you tonight, fancy the bar?" She shouts over her shoulder as she walks towards the door.

"Sounds good, see you later."

I looked over my outfit I'd already chosen for the day, just some jeans and a plain t-shirt and realised it wouldn't do. Not when there's the prospect of a hot Professor to impress. My wardrobe desperately needed an update, especially now I was focused on finding myself a man and not one of these easily pleased college boys, that were happy with anything as long as I showed a bit of leg and tits. I settled with some tight black jeans with a black, lace-rimmed, cami body suit and a cute little cream, cropped blazer to finish it off. It made me feel confident when I checked myself out in the mirror and if I do say so myself I looked smoking hot. I checked the time on my phone, realising I was going to be late I quickly ran the curling tongs through the ends of my long blonde hair before grabbing my bag and rushing out of the door.

In the hopes of catching the eye of this new professor I'd completely forgotten about the hottie from the coffee shop, which was probably a good thing, it's not like I'm ever going to see him again. I kind of wished I would though, especially when I was looking and feeling this great but hey, on to bigger and better prospects.

I thought that being late would mean I'd be stuck with a lame choice of desk in class but luckily the back row was practically empty and I could hide in the corner of the lecture theatre. I laughed to myself when I realised that practically all the girls were occupying the front desks, obviously they'd heard the rumours too.

I pushed my hair behind my ears and fumbled in my bag for my pen and notepad, when I glanced to the door and caught the eyes of a student I hadn't seen before. I couldn't deny how attractive he was, with his bright blue eyes and floppy hair, oh and that smile. Wow! He smiled brightly at me as he made his way to the back of the class, his eyes glinting, shining like diamonds as he ignored the whispers from the girls at the front. The whole row of desks were free so when he chose the desk right next to me, my stomach fluttered.

I kept my eyes on my notepad, doodling on the front cover so as to avoid that eye contact with him again. I could see a cheeky glint in his eyes and I'd learnt from experience what that meant, trouble. I wasn't ready to get myself back into a situation like that again.

My eyes shot to the front as I heard the room erupt into wolf whistles, the girls at the front giggling and whispering to each other, I rolled my eyes at them, how embarrassing. 

Then I realised what all the fuss was about and my heart almost stopped beating, thudding against my chest at an alarming rate. How is this even possible? How the fuck could he be a professor? Surely he's not old enough. Oh fuck.

I sank lower in my chair, willing the ground to just swallow me up or maybe if I got low enough I would escape his notice. No such luck, his eyes scanned the class and when they fell on mine, his face lit up with anger? No not anger. A hunger. His eyes scanned my body, falling over my hair and down to my cleavage. I felt hot under his gaze, was I blushing? Sweating? Oh god, I've never wished for class to be over so much in my life.

My professor was the guy I'd been shamelessly flirting with in the coffee shop. I don't understand how this could be real, I know I wanted to bump into him again but this is such a cruel twist of fate. I'd never even suspected him to be a professor, he was so damn thick and muscly. The clothes he wore were so stylish and he looked way too young to be a professor. He must be so embarrassed that he'd been flirting with a student, I definitely was embarrassed that I'd been flirting with a professor.

I was so panicked, I didn't have a clue what to do in this situation. Squirming in my seat, trying to look anywhere but at the Professor but I could feel his eyes on me as he prepared for the class to start. People were still whispering amongst themselves and I risked a glance in his direction, that made me bite on to my lip to stop myself from screeching. His eyes were still on me, subtly glancing up from the pile of paper he'd just taken out of his bag, his eyebrows furrowed as he studied me. He certainly didn't look embarrassed infact he looked downright feral and the thought of it made my pussy clench, so much so I had to cross my legs under the table.

"I guess you're obsessed with this new Professor too, huh?" The guy next to me leant across his desk to whisper and fuck me if I wasn't imagining it but he was Australian too. Like have we just suddenly had a huge delivery of hot Australian guys arrive at the University? This was just downright unfair, how was I meant to cope?

"No, what makes you say that?" Why did I ask that question? Like it wasn't obvious how much I was sweating and squirming in my seat. Luckily he didn't have time to answer when my eyes were drawn back to the professor as he stood at the front of the class with his hands casually in his pockets and cleared his throat to get our attention.

If I wasn't mistaken, now he looked angry, the muscles in his neck more prominent as he glared between me and the guy next to me.

Was he angry that my attention had been taken away from him and was on another guy? Or because we were talking when we should've been paying attention?

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." That sexy accent makes me sweat even more, nevermind the fact that his eyes keep finding their way back to me. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." His eyes meet mine again, a knowing look in them.

"G'day mate." Some idiot from the back shouted, making everyone laugh and I couldn't help but join in a little. Professor Hemsworth smiled at the joke, his eyes creasing in the corners and his smile growing wider when he looked to me and saw me giggling.

"Yeah, very original. Alright, alight, settle down now." His voice is so commanding and authoritive, it's such a turn on. "So, I haven't been here for very long and I'm still getting used to how different things are here. The weather for one." He earned a couple of laughs from people. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him, he was so mesmerizing. The way his face animated as he spoke, his eyebrows raising and lips curling.

"I was going to ask you all to go easy on me but that's not going to happen is it?" He got a couple of head shakes and sympathetic looks from the girls. "No, I thought not. Well now it's my turn to torture you. I'll start alphabetically, stand up and tell everyone something about yourself." I swallowed back my fear, this is the reason I'd put off this class until now and as if it wasn't hard enough talking in front of a whole class I now had to do it in front of Professor Hemsworth too.

"Claire Abbott." Fuck. He'd started, at least my name would be one of the last ones.

"Hi I'm Claire." The tall blonde at the front stood up, twirling her hair around her finger and giggling like a child. I rolled my eyes at her and caught the Professor smirk in my direction. "I erm… I don't know what to say?" She looks up at the Professor questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind." He replied.

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I rolled my eyes again, scoffing quietly and Professor Hemsworth had to hold in a laugh as he looked in my direction.

"Talk about predictable." The guy next to me leaned over to whisper to me again.

"Totally." I laughed back at him and when I looked back at the Professor he was glaring straight at us again, his face set sternly.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" Professor Hemsworth said sternly, everyone turned around to look at us but I barely noticed, I was too focused on the way his stern voice made my cunt flutter when he called me out.

I didn't speak for the rest of the class, although I had the urge to, just to hear the way his voice sounded when he was angry. I couldn't concentrate on what the other students were saying, too focused on watching the way the Professor's face changed everytime he looked my way, which was pretty often, to my suprise.

"Jake Hudson." In my peripheral, I saw the guy next to me stand and when he did, Professor Hemsworth's eyes narrowed.

"Hi I'm Jake." He pushed his hands in to his pockets cooly, glancing at me as he did. "I'm also from Australia." He looked at the professor slyly, a smirk forming on his lips, laughing at the other students shouting G'day mate. "I was forced to move here but I'm glad I did because I've just met the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." The class burst into rounds of whistles and cheers as Jake sat down, smiling at me cockily. I could feel my cheeks blushing, I was flattered, he was absolutely gorgeous but hadn't I sworn of boys my own age?

Professor Hemsworth looked even more angry now as he loosened his tie a little, that black tie that draws my view down, like a arrow pointing straight to his cock. I tried to keep my eyes down on my desk, doodling in my notebook so I could avoid that hungry gaze, anxiously waiting for my turn. What the hell was I going to say?

"Jessica Watson." Shit. I stood slowly, trying to give myself more time to think, I couldn't stand everyone's eyes being on me especially the Professors and Jakes.

"Hey, I'm Jessica." I smiled nervously, tucking my hair behind my ear. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." I looked away from the chalk board so I could search Professor Hemsworth's face. "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." I sat down keeping the gaze of the professor, I'd forgotten I was in a room full of people until I heard the ooh's and ahh's and my cheeks turned scarlet. The Professor's eyes glowed with heat as he watched me sit down before shaking his head and turning back to the class. Jake also caught my eye as I sat back at my desk, my cheeks still burning, he smiled at me, the kind of smile that crinkles your eyes. I felt kind of bad that he probably thought I was talking about him when in fact I was talking about our professor.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." He looked at me again. "Some of you, not so much." He raised his eyebrows at a group of guys. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." His eyes scanned me as he turned around to sit at his desk, I watched a couple of girls approach him predictably.

"Are you going to the party at our frat this weekend?" I had to reluctantly pull my eyes away from the Professor while Jake spoke, so he was a Alpha Kappa, not surprising really.

"Yeah, I think so. My roommate mentioned it."

"Oh good, I'll see you there then. Jessica." He smiled, standing from his seat.

"Jess." I corrected him. I hated being called Jessica, it was so formal.

"Well Jess, I'll see you around." He winked at me as he pulled his backpack on to his shoulder.

There were still a couple of girls taking up the Professor's attention and I wasn't sure yet whether I wanted to sneak past or wait to speak to him. I thought about it for a minute my fingertips drumming against my desk when the girls left and he was alone. As soon as the door closed, his gaze was on me and I could hear the silence in the room like a ringing in my ears. We stayed like that for a couple of seconds, staring at each other, no one saying a word until her cleared his throat. I blinked a couple of times, realising how stupid I must look before getting up from my seat and packing my things away.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I could hear amusement in his voice as he sat back on his desk casually, his arms folded across his chest.

"I erm…" I walked towards him, my legs feeling like jelly all of sudden and trying not to fall down the stairs. "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." I said as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I didn't know what to do with myself but I was nervous about getting closer to him. He made the atmosphere feel tense, like if I was to reach out and touch him I would burn my fingers so I stood awkwardly at the bottom of the steps.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" He cocked his eyebrow at me, still looking amused as he watched me squirm. When he said he'd been hoping to bump into me again it made me feel more confident, like I wasn't imagining the way he'd been looking at me for the last hour.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." I smiled at him as I finally closed the distance between us, watching his eyes flare with hunger when I called him Professor.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" His eyes narrowed, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as I got close enough to touch him, I didn't though. I didn't dare break that boundary, not yet.

I smiled at him through my lashes, biting on to my lip. "I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." Wow! I was not expecting that, did I sound like a slut? Shit. I looked back up at him and caught him gulp, that hunger in his eyes shining, his pupils blown with lust, he loosened his tie even more and I caught a glimpse of his smooth chest and chickened out. The tension was way too much and I was about to do something I was going to regret, I could live with being a huge tease instead.

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" I smiled to myself when I noticed the muscles in his jaw tense as he ground his teeth together. Turning to leave I looked back over my shoulder and his eyes were glued to my hips, watching them sway as I walked and I realised I had him exactly where I wanted him but was it worth the risk?

[mm2305]

Eta Aquariids

For @choicesmaychallenge2021 day 6 entry

Pairings : Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Olivia Valentine)

Rating : Teen and up audiences

Warnings / words : none just fluff / around 1.2 k

Description : Ethan and Olivia watch a meteor shower together.

A/N : Hello everyone. I originally wanted to make a picta edit but then I thought "why not write this little piece?" so here it is. No beta, so all mistakes are mine. This is far from perfect and would need a lot more job to be more decent, but here it is.

Disclaimer : all characters belong to the rightful owners

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It was late afternoon and after a hectic day at work, Olivia was going through her last rounds for the day before she got home. She would pass by Ethan's office to say goodbye of course, but she couldn't wait to take off her heels and wear one of her huge t-shirts and relax. As she was heading for her last patient's room, she heard a *ding* from her phone. Stopping outside the room, she opened the app and found a text from Ethan.

Olivia closed the chat after responding to Ethan and put her phone away. Her brows were furrowed in curiosity about what he had planned for them. At the thought of him though she couldn't help but grin a bit, certain that whatever he had come up with , would be magnificent.

-v-

When Olivia got home later that evening though, curiosity had gotten the best of her. She tried to remember if there were any special occasions to be celebrated, like a success at work, an anniversary or even his birthday. No way, I would remember all our anniversaries and his birthday isn't any time soon. There must be something I'm missing, she wondered sighing.

She tried to shook off that feeling - again- and hopped in the shower to wash away the grim of the day, the hot water making her tense muscles relax. Then, she had dinner -mental note, thank Sienna for the chicken- and went to her bedroom to get ready. Hmm he said to bring a warm jacket. So we probably need something casual. With that in mind she grabbed her favorite pair of blue jeans, a white hoodie, tied her hair to a high ponytail and wore her sneakers. Just as she was checking herself in the mirror, she got a text from him.

I'm outside

She took her keys, phone, wallet and a jacket and rushed down the stairs to find him.

When Olivia got in the car, she quickly pulled him in for a kiss.

"Hey", she greeted him, still a little out of breath, their foreheads pressed together.

"Hello yourself gorgeous", he replied with a soft smile, reserved only for her.

"Ready to go?"

" Yes". She took his hand in hers and put their joined hands in her lap.

After a little while of easy conversation about work, she noticed they were getting out of town.

"Will you finally tell me where we are going?", she asked for the millionth time that night.

" No", he replied smirking.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?"

" I don't know what you're talking about"

"You'll let your girlfriend die out of curiosity, you cruel old man?"

"I'm sure you'll be fine. And I'm choosing to ignore the old man comment.", Ethan said chuckling at how dramatic she is. He'd be damned though if he didn't love her for it.

Half an hour later they reached a hill and Ethan stopped the car.

"What are we doing here?"

"Patience is a virtue darling"

Smirking she got on her tiptoes and whispered huskily in his ear "I'm sure you agree that I have many other virtues and assets to compensate for that one Dr Ramsey"

"Maybe you'd like to give me a demonstration Dr Valentine?", he teased lifting his eyebrow.

"Depends."

"On?"

"Whether you tell me what we are doing here or not"

They both burst out laughing at that and went to take the blankets Ethan had brought with him and spread them on the ground.

They both laid down and Ethan immediately took her in his arms, Olivia's head resting on his shoulder. A comfortable silence settled over them.

"It's so beautiful and quiet here, isn't it?", she murmured quietly.

"It is. And it's going to get better."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at the sky my love ."

She turned her head upwards and the sight took her breath away. Away from the busy city lights and pollution, the midnight blue of the sky was crystal clear and every star on the horizon perfectly visible. What's more though is the meteor shower that was happening right that moment. Dozens of tiny, bright sparks illuminated the sky as they fell, creating a spectacle that rendered her completely and utterly speechless.

Then it clicked.

"Eta Aquariids", she breathlessly uttered.

"I'm surprised you didn't figure it out earlier to be honest."

"It slipped my mind this year. May 6th. The peak of the phenomenon. How did you know I wanted to see this someday?", she turned to him taking his face in her hands, her forest green eyes locked to his baby blue ones.

"Your sister told me about it a couple of weeks ago. Did you enjoy this?", he answered her , kissing her knuckles softly.

"Did I enjoy this? Ethan this is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me! Thank you so much!" she reversed their position so she was on top of him, straddling his waist, and she pressed her rosy lips to his for a passionate kiss.

"Mmm Olivia...", he groaned, his hands roaaming across her back bringing her closer to him, her subtle floral perfume flooding his senses, making him drown in her.

Her delicate hands reached to his head to grab a fistful of his hair, her nails slightly scratching his scalp making him groan again, while continuing kissing him senseless.

A few moments later they were still in each other's embrace, when Ethan heard her shiver.

"Lets go home shall we? It's gotten quite cold", he stood up offering his hand to her, the moonlight shining across his features, illuminating the sharp contours of his face, his slightly flushed cheekbones and his warm eyes. She could see his mouth moving, but she couldn't hear what he was saying too absorbed in the breathtaking sight in front of her. "My God does he know how handsome he is?", she thought wordlessly, her heart having skipped a beat.

"Oliv?", his call broke her out of her reverie and she finally noticed she was staring.

"Yes? Sorry I zoned out for a bit. What were you saying?", she shook her head a bit to clear her head.

" I was asking you if you wanted to come to my place tonight"

"Damn. I don't have an overnight bag with me"

"You can have one of my shirts. I'm almost sure there are a couple of yours in my closet too. Tomorrow is a day off for us so there's no problem for work."

"You have planned everything in detail haven't you?", she stroked his cheek lovingly smiling up at him.

"Of course. Anything for you.", he leaned into her touch pressing his hand over hers, somehow always after her touch, seeming to never get enough of it.

Linking their hands together, they began heading back to the car, both of them certain that from now on, they would watch the Eta Aquariids together every year.

-v-

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[phantomofsilence]

Title: It's hard, but it's worth it.

Word count: 2188 words 11283 characters

Warning: None,really.Maybe some grammar mistakes?

A/N: I saw this gif and i had an idea. I got a little carried away thou. Gifs are not mine.

"How long has he been like this?" entering the room I looked over at sleeping Bucky and over exhausted Steve. Exhaling loudly, he closed his eyes rubbing them. Coming closer i nudged his shoulder handing him a cup of coffee.

"The same. Thank you." Besides a little bruise under his eye, Bucky looked as if he was just sleeping and not in a coma for the past three days.

"He's strong, you know that, Steve it's just taking him longer to heal. You heard Shury. He just needs time."

Convincing others he's going to be okay was a piece of cake, but convincing myself now that's another story. God i miss him so much. I'd give anything just so he opens his beautiful eyes.

Neither Steve nor me slept since he fell into coma, we convinced ourselves that watching over him somehow kept him alive. Even when i tried to get some shut eye i couldn't,the bed felt wrong, to spacious, to lonely.

"Steve, you're a mess. Go rest. I'll stay with him." turning towards me he opened his mouth to speak, i guess to argue with me but last minute decided against it and closed them nodding in agreement.

"Call me if there are any changes or you need rest. You hear me. Don't hesitate to call me." He squeezed my shoulder and turned to leave. "Thank you, Steve." he stopped at the door, but didn't turn around. "You know he made me promise if anything happened to him I'd have to take care of you."

His words surprised me, Bucky wanted him to take care of me? Now that made me miss him even more than i thought possible. Gazing at him with tears slowly filling my eyes i took my index finger and ran it genly down his left cheek.

"He did?" I chuckled shaking my head trying to stop myself from crying. Steve chuckled as well seemingly remembering their conversation.

"Yeah, he said you listen carefuly. If something happens to me, you take care of my girl, you hear me punk."

Tears now freely fell down my face while i laughed. It's like i could hear him say that.

" Still, you didn't have to be here here for me the way you were for that past three days. I know we never talked much before this, but in this short time that i got to know you, i realised that you are the most stubborn, self sacrificing, dramatic, loyal and the best person i have ever had pleasure knowing. And i wanna thank you for everything. I mean it Steve. "

I hoped i could convey how grateful i was to this man before me. In this short period of time this man has become my world, i depended on him, and he depended on me.We fulfilled each other, when he stopped i pushes us forward, when i stopped he was there to catch me.

I know it hasn't been long, but when the person you love is hurt and there's nothing you can do to help them you can feel every second as it passes. The worst kind of torture is feeling helpless.

"And they say i'm the dramatic one." he gave me a smile and left, i understood the smile, it said thank you, i'm grateful for you to, you are my friend. I loved how he managed to say so much without having to say anything at all.

Oh my Bucky, i hope you're still in there. And i hope you're fighting to get back to me. I miss you. I love you.

I sat in the chair next to his bed, placed my hand over his and leaned into the chair resting my head and i closed my eyes. The warmth of his hand gave me comfort. I had to take what i could get.

This waiting game is like warfare, constant nerve wracking feeling in my gut. All i could do is stay strong for him and Steve, hold on to hope for as long as i could. I had to stay strong, giving myself an option to be week was not negotiable, i couldn't fail him or Steve.

It's hard, but it's worth it, it has to be.

For the next five days Steve and I exchanged shifts watching Bucky praying for any sign of progress.

Now you were sipping on your seventh coffee cup staring into one dot at the wall. Five minutes ago i chased Steve out of the room to take a shower and eat something.He didn't want to eat and although I got why, i made him go eat, i lost my appetite as well but we had to eat. Forced on not, food was food. And we needed it.

"Oh my God." Bucky groaned next to me and begrudgingly opened his eyes. The light bothered him.

"(Y/N)?" he said, his voice raspy from lack of use. "Yes, Bucky?" wait what? Bucky? Bucky's awake! Bucky's awake. Oh my God! I need to breath! Oh God, he's awake. "Bucky? Oh God please don't let this be a dream! If this is a dream it's too cruel. Bucky, please, say something, love." he looked at me with those baby blues and for a second i forgot how to breath.

Clearing his throat he gaze was set on me, oh how i missed the way he looked at me, it's as if i was the last drop of water and he was a man in a desert dying of thirst." Hey, doll. You missed me, baby?"

I felt so many emotions at the same time it rendered me speechless.All i could do was reach my hand towards his face caressing him softly.

With a small smile on my face i gazed at him lovingly, soaking him in. I was afraid to blink fearing i might break the spell and he'll disappear.

"Hey baby. Talk to me my love. Let me hear that sweet voice of yours." he whispered gently as if not to spook me, taking my hand in his, he squeezing it and said with a shaky voice. "Hey, i love you, my love. I thought I'd never see you again. You're my girl, you're my girl."

His words turned me into a mess, crying and shaking while squeezing his hand harder. "Bucky?" he smiled at me and bit his lip. "Yes, baby. What is it?"

Everything was suddenly too much, the way he was looking at me left me chasing my breath. I before i could think i said the first though that entered my mind. "You need a shower." at first he looked at me shocked before laughing wholeheathedly.

Before i knew i was laughing with him, it was one of those laughs you couldn't contain, one of those laughs that made your stomach hurt.

He brought the hand that he was holding to his lips and kissed it."Damn, doll, i think i ripped couple of my stitches, though i think i'll need a little more recovering to do before i can shower. I guiess you 'll have to put up with me like this a little longer."

I brought my other hand to wipe my eyes, i smiled shyly at him. "I'm sorry i don't know why i said that." he chuckled and kissed my hand again. "Oh, don't go shy on me now, doll. If you didn't ruin the moment like you always do, you wouldn't be my best girl."

Man, he always knew what to say and he was right i always had to ruin it. "It's annoying how well you know me." He grimaced and tried to cover it with a smile.But i noticed immediately. "Where does it hurt?" I asked but Bucky being Bucky tried to play it off as nothing. "Why? Are you gonna kiss it better?"but i wasn't falling for it." James, i'm serious. "sensing the urgency in the tone of my voice and the use of his first name made him realise i was woried and terrified for his well being.

" Don't panic, but I really think i pulled something when i laughed. "taking a deep breath i tried my hardest to look calm and collected. What now? Oh, right, Shury! I took the call button in my hand but before i could press it to notify someone, a lady doctor and two nurses walked into the room.

"As soon as Sargent Barnes woke up we were notified, but decided to give you two some privacy. Though now that needs to be cut short. If you could please wait outside, Miss (Y/N)." The doctor explained and i nodded and left the room giving Bucky a smile.

It's been twenty minutes since i was asked to leave the room. Every second I'd look over towards the door expecting someone to tell me what was wrong. I know that they are just doing their job and that i need to grateful, and i am but i am also worried. Please be okay.

Steve walked into the hallway disheveled, clearly he had been sleeping prior to this. He saw me and sat next to me bouncing knee.

"A hey, Steve! He's alive would have been nice, you know." I know the jab was on purpose but well meaning. "I'm sorry, i should have called you. I was just so happy that he was awake i didn't think about anything else." i still should have call him, i wasn't the only one worried about him, but I just forgot. "I know." that's another thing that made Steve so amazing, his understanding nature.

The doctor came out of the room along with the nurses, their expressions unreadable which made me worry. " You can relax, Miss (Y/N). Sargent Barnes is stable, he heals faster than a normal human being so the recovery should pass without a glitch. But. "I knew there had to be a but. Why is there always a but? " Sergeant Barnes needs rest and a peaceful environment,so nothing to dramatic. "like with everything when it gets to real i have to make a joke. "Alright, well then Steve, he'll see you when he recovers." he gave me a look of confusion.

"But why?" he asked with a small voice. "Well you heard the doctor , she said nothing dramatic."

"You know what, (Y/N)." before he could finish i cut him of. "Go." I pointed towards the room. "What?" he asked. "Go, see him. I'll wait here, and remember nothing to dramatic. I know it's hard since it's you, but hang in there."

"You just can't do something sweet and not ruin it with words." he smirked at me, got up and moved towards the door. "No, not really that's not my style." he chuckled and disappeared as he stepped into the room.the doctor moved to leave. "Wait. Thank you." she turned and nodded. "It was my pleasure."

Ten minutes later Steve stuck his head out of the room. "He's asking for you." Standing up and stretching my legs i entered the room. Both men smiled at me and i couldn't help but smile back at them. Steve gave me a side hug and kissed my forehead mumbling about giving us some time alone.

"Hi." I said,weirdly now i felt nervous to be alone with him and he could sense it. "Hey. I hope my confession isn't the reason you are so freaked out." He said half joking, half being serious. "No, it's not that. I don't know why i am so nervous. "he visibly relaxed after my reply." Well i am glad that i can still make you nervous."of course he wouldn't be James Buchanan Barnes if he didn't try to lighten the mood. And i loved him for it.

"Come here, doll." he moved a little wincing while trying to make room for me so i could seat near him on the bed.

Carefully i sat next to him, i didn't want to accidentally push him. "James." I said. "Yeah?" It was now or never, while i wanted for him to wake up i realised i never said it, and i might not get to chance to ever say it, And that thought alone made me feel even worse. Here goes nothing.

"I love you, James Buchanan Barnes. I love you." He looked up at me as if he couldn't believe that i said it and it just made me feel more stupid for not saying it sonner."Say it again." he pleaded. "I love you." grinning like a cheshire cat he replied."Again, please." now i was also smiling, i looked down in embarrassment. "I love you." this time i said it, i felt myself blushing. God what was wrong with me?

"Again?" deciding to tease him a bit i gave him a smirk and said. "If this is gonna be a recurring thing maybe i shouldn't have said it." rolling his eyes at me with a smile on his face he said. "See, here you go again ruining the moment." I giggled at his statement.

"Say it again."

"I love you James Buchanan Barnes."

"Again."

[chaotic-newt]

Head-cannon no.3

Warnings: character death

For months now everything has been quiet. no bangs. no screams. just...bliss. well, as bliss as it could be with so-called aliens running around. but they've been here for such a long time I don't think you can call them aliens any more. two and a half years. that's how long they have been here. and until one month ago, they were tearing, shredding and mutilating everything in sight. but now....nothing. Abigail has been bouncing up and down the walls and singing how 'everything going to be okay' and how 'you have never seen them so how do you know they're real?'. I just wish she'd shut up and let me think. God, how I missed my mum. she made this look so easy. but now she's gone. and I hate her for that. for leaving me here, all alone with an eleven-year-old who might I add, has zero clues about what's going on and is just a pest. I wish that everything could go back to how it was. mother humming our favourite song, making pancakes in the kitchen and asking how we had slept. but I can't dwell on the past now. now, I had to focus on the future. where are we gonna stay for the weekend? what are we gonna eat? and what if we encounter others? I won't be able to leave them behind, I'm too soft. and that was my main problem, one that mother dear was always ready to call me out on.

"Heather," Abi sang "when are we gonna be able to go outside? you said it your self, it's really really quiet out there and we're running out of food. we are going to have to go out sooner or later." well, she isn't wrong. we are running out of food and it has been silent... no. she didn't see the thing that I saw. how that putrid monster feasted on ours, my, mother. how it tore every limb from her, dismembering her, and then continued to eat what was left of her. I don't want the same to happen to able to. I can't lose her too. "no. we will only move when absolutely necessary. understand." my voice was a bit harsher than I intended it to be and a tear strolled down Abigale plump cheeks. her voice broken, she replied with a small 'okay' and started to turn around. "Abi." as her name left my lips she stopped. turned. and faced me. "come here." I somehow managed to choke out of my closing throat. she ran towards me and I developed her in a hug that lasted what felt like a couple of minutes. or a couple of hours. I wasn't bothered to count. releasing my tight grip on her I looked her in her eyes and gave a small, compelling smile and stood up. "go get your things. we leave in an hour," at that her face lit up like a bright light and she bounded to her makeshift room to get her clothes and a small dagger that mother had given her. it would do nothing on the beasts but it helped to comfort our minds.

two minutes later, she came back out with her backpack firmly strapped to her and a smile bigger and greater than the sun it's self. creaking open the old door, I went out first and she trailed behind me. after an hour of working through the maze-like building we found ourselves in, she finally spoke up. "you don't remember the way out, do you?" you could feel the energy drained from that one sentence alone. "no, I do, it's just I lost my way a little bit, everything is under control." I lied for the fourth time today. and I think she knew by the way she looked at me.

another hour later we finally found the way out of this hell hole of a building and was greeted by a sight that I will never get used to. hundreds maybe even thousands of bodies littered the concrete road and side paths. so many lives were lost because of these things. so many lives ruined because of them. so many people like me and my sister. damn it. I was getting soft again. I have to stay strong. she needs me. she needs me. calming myself down and stopped the shaking I didn't realise I was doing, I started off. unaware of the pair os steely red eyes that were locked onto mine and Abigale's form. it was quickly turning night and we were quickly becoming tired. my body, nearly collapsing, fell against the wall of an abandoned shop. heaving for a breath I turned to Abigale. no. no. not again. where is she is? damn it where she? oh god. oh god. 'okay, honey breath.' tears filled my eyes as I remembered my mums' voice. 'that's right, nice and slow for me. there we are.' I could hear her voice all around me. maybe this is it. this is how I die. a jumbled freak thinking she hears her dead mothers voice. 'don't think like that sweety. just try and calm down' well if I was going crazy I might as well go all the way and listen to the voice in my head. 'now, where was the last place you saw her?'. " well if I knew that I would know where she is now wouldn't I ?" I replied into thin air. 'so snarky. just how I remember you' the voice scoffed. I fast-tracked through my thoughts. trying desperately to remember the last time I heard her behind me. "i-i can't remember. she's gonna die, isn't she? and its gonna be my fault." a lone tear fell down my cheek. at that moment I felt my body heat up like... like someone was hugging me? my eyes flew open and my heart shook. no one. what did I think I was going to see, my mum? she's dead, and soon so will Abigale. no, I'm not gonna let that happen. as if by its self, my body began to move. I stood with a power I didn't know I had and started running. as fast as I could. nearing the edge of my worry I slowed, almost giving up. until I heard a faint scream. I froze. tears gushing down my face now, I sprinted to where I thought I hared the noise. I ran and ran until my legs gave out and then I kept running. what if I was hearing things? no time to think about that. only time to run. what felt like a decade of running to my already limp legs, I stopped dead in my tracks as I turned the corner. Abigale's body lay in the mouth of an abomination that continued to devour my little sister.  horror slathered on my face I turned back around the corner. heart shattered, I fell to the ground. body furiously shaking as I let my body do its work. little droplets of agony flooded my face as I could only see the insides of my trembling hands. letting out a wail of torment as I broke down, weeping over my lost loved one.