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[canisalbus]

Vasco would be lift off by a particularly strong gust of wind because his big ears, but he would ride the winds gracefully.

Machete would be lift off by a particularly strong gust of wind because his flimsy but fluffy stature, and he would roll like catholic tumbleweed with no grace, only guilt.

#nograce #onlyguilt

[callsign-jinx]

The Christmas Date | Chapter 15: Lights will guide you home

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)

Wordcount: 3K

Warnings: mission chapter, crashing, mentions of death, some bit of angst, lots of feelings, THENA AND ROOSTER FINALLY SIT DOWN AND TALK. Mentions of therapy, body dysmorphia, panic attacks...

A/N: I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS SERIES I SWEAR. I said chapter 15 will be the last one, but I kept writing and writing and had to stop. Chapter 16 will be the epilogue, we'll see how Rooster and Thena's relationship is in the future. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, I literally had no inspiration whatsoever to finish this story, but I managed to, somehow, get a decent ending. Epilogue will be posted next week! And it's gonna be so cute y'all.

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Masterlist

You shouldn’t leave things for later. That’s one of the few things your father taught you that you still apply today. 

Then why did you think waiting until the mission was over was a good idea? 

You’re not even supposed to be in the CATCC right now, but Cyclone has allowed you and Javy to be in there, hearing everything that your companions are going through through the radios, watching the radars, and all the information displayed on dozens of screens on the wall. 

It wasn’t a good idea. 

The mission goes smoothly until you and everyone in the room notice that Rooster is behind schedule, as he has been in all the training sessions these last few weeks. He is scared to end up like his dad, he doesn’t need to verbalize that fear for you to know it. It’s something that you know. Everyone in the team knows. You just don’t understand how Mav is making him fly this mission. 

“Come on, kid. Don’t think, just do.” 

Maverick’s words ignite something in Rooster’s soul, as you can see his mark on the radar moving faster than he was a second ago. He is moving faster than he should be. 

“What’s with Rooster?” Javy mutters next to you, shaking his head. 

“He’s trying to prove something to himself. But he has the worst timing. Always has, always will.” You whisper, making him chuckle. You wish you could laugh right now, but you’re scared that something wrong is going to happen. 

The two necessary miracles required for the mission's success are accomplished one after the other. It makes the officers, Cyclone, Warlock, and Hondo, celebrate. But Javy and you can’t even blink away from the monitors. Right now, this is where the really dangerous part of the mission begins. This is Coffin Corner. And those SAMs are already on their way. 

“Shit, this is bad, Javy.” 

“They’re the best of the best, Thena. They’ll come back.” He reassures you, opening his hand near you in case you want to hold it. 

It’s not a secret that you’re still very selective when it comes to who can and cannot touch you. Your therapist told you that establishing limits wasn’t something bad and that it would help you have control over your body. Every aviator in the team has been very respectful and understanding in that way, and you’re so glad for this small family that you have found. 

You grab Javy’s hand, not knowing how much you’re going to need it in the next few minutes.

Maverick’s aircraft is damaged in an attempt to save Rooster, and he goes down. Everybody keeps screaming at each other over the radio, mainly Bradley, who is trying to find out where his godfather is. 

“Dagger Two, return to carrier. Acknowledge.” 

Rooster’s silence tells you more than his words could ever do. He’s not coming back without Maverick. Even if that means crashing his own aircraft. 

“Is Athena Kerner around?” Rooster asks, his voice sounding strangled. 

All the faces in the small, dark room turn your way, curious eyes wondering why the pilot’s first words after ignoring direct orders are addressed to you. 

“Go talk to him. And make him come back.” Cyclone says, signaling with his head for you to approach the comms officer, who is taking off her headphones. 

You go and sit in her place, wearing the headphones and pressing a button so Rooster can hear you. “I’m here.” 

“Didn’t think they’d let you answer directly.” 

“They want me to bring you back.” You explain, your finger tracing the shape of the button you need to press to talk to him. 

“You know I can’t, right? I need to find him.” 

“Rooster, you can’t know for sure if he’s alive.” 

“He’s alive. He has to.” He insists. “I promised I’d come back to you, and I will. Just need a bit more time.” 

“It’s okay, Bradley. Just don’t do anything stupid, okay?” 

“It’s the only way I know of doing things.” He chuckles, a sad smile spreading over your face. 

You wipe a tear away from the computer. “Please, come back, okay?” 

“I will. We still have to fill up the album you gave me for Christmas.” 

That makes your heart skip a bit. “You opened my present?” 

“Of cour- SHIT” 

“Rooster? ROOSTER?” You keep pressing the button over and over, as if that little thing were the reason why he couldn’t hear you anymore, even if you know that it doesn’t.

“Dagger two is hit.” 

“Thena, come here.” Javy says, softly moving his hands to your shoulders. 

“He’s gone.” You mutter under your breath, tears falling freely over your cheeks. 

Javy turns the chair around, kneeling in front of you. “Look at me, Thena. He’s not gone. He’ll come back, okay? Let’s go outside and wait for the others to come back.” 

“Okay.”

“Do we have any news from Mav or Rooster?” Phoenix asks Javy the moment she sets foot on the carrier. 

“Nothing yet.” he says, looking at you, leaning against the wall next to the door to get inside the carrier. “I don’t know how much I can lie to her. I don’t think they’re coming back, Nat.” 

“They will. Just wait.” 

“Where’s Thena?” Bob is looking everywhere, until he sees you sitting down, all emotion has left your face. You are left with an empty feeling and thousands of voices screaming in your head, reminding you that the person you love the most in the entire world is probably burning inside a crashed airplane in the middle of a mountain. “Thena?” 

“Yeah?” 

“There’s a signal from Rooster’s ESAT. He’s in an F-14.” He smiles, relieved that his two friends are okay and are coming back. 

“Rooster doesn’t know how to fly an F-14. But Mav does.” 

“Yes, he does. They’re coming back.” Bob pats your hand and leaves to share the news with the others. 

You allow yourself to breathe, closing your eyes and smiling. “Thanks for keeping him safe, Goose.” 

Once he sets foot on the ground, Rooster walks through dozens of excited women and men who are celebrating his return. He needs to find you. Everything else can wait. 

You two have been waiting long enough. 

He sees you behind everyone else, not a fan of the crowd that is surrounding the plane. You’ve been crying and he can tell by the redness of your eyes. 

“Excuse me, miss. Are you waiting for someone?” He jokes as he walks up to you until you're inches apart. 

“Yeah, have you seen a dumb chicken around? Been looking for him.” You joke, moving closer and pressing your chest against his. 

“That would be me, yeah.” He leans down, his forehead pressing against yours. “You must have been so scared.” 

“You don’t do that ever again or I’ll rip off your mustache with my bare hands.” You warn him, poking his chest with every word. 

“Can you shut up and kiss me?” 

And you do. You kiss him with all you've got, his hands resting on your hips and bringing you closer, yours moving up to his hair, trying to bring him impossibly closer. He breaks the kiss, sighing and shaking his head. “I can’t do this without explaining everything to you.” 

“Let’s go somewhere quiet, then.” 

“I’m gonna need my computer” He explains, his hand sliding into yours. 

“What? Are we gonna watch a movie or something?” You joke, not understanding anything. 

“Nope. I just need it to show you the proof.” 

“I’ll wait for you in my room.” 

“So... the change of stations.” He mutters once he comes back with the computer. 

“Yeah, that’s the main issue here.” You sigh, taking off your shoes and moving to the side so he can have space to sit down. 

“I asked for a change of stations before the whole week began. At the airport, while we were waiting for the plane.” He types something in his computer, opening an email he sent months ago—the one where he asks to change stations. “Look at the date.” 

“Seven days before Christmas.” You confirm after reading the email. “But why did you ask for it?” 

He sighs, leaning his head against the wall. “Because I knew that after a week of being your fake boyfriend, I wouldn’t be able to keep working with you as if nothing had happened.” 

“...That’s all?” 

Bradley snorts. “That’s all? Grouchy, maybe you don't understand it, but having to act like a lovey-dovey boyfriend with you and faking all the things I craved to do with you for years, there was the possibility that I had to kiss you. Our first kiss was gonna be fake! It was just too much.” 

“So you thought about asking for a relocation before all those things happened.” You deadpan, a part of you understands why he did it, but the other one wants to smack him because he asked to be moved away from you when those things haven't even happened yet. 

“I’m not a clever person, I know. But that seemed like the best option. It was either run away from you and the week's worth of memories I'd amassed, or stay with you, watching you fall in love with someone else and kissing someone else. Dating someone else. Marrying someone else.” Rooster shakes his head, taking a deep breath. The idea still makes him want to run away. He’s sharing all this information with you, wanting to be completely sincere so you can consider having him back, but he’s not sure if this would be enough. He has hurt you so much over the years… Maybe this was the last straw. 

“You really are an idiot.” You scoff, moving closer to him. “And that call you got at the antique shop?” 

“That was to check if I still wanted to change stations or not.” 

“And you…wanted?” You ask, insecurity taking the best of you. 

He turns in the bed, his body facing yours, and his hands move towards your face, silently asking for consent with his eyes. You nod, closing your eyes to feel his hands caressing your skin, the calloused fingers leaving goosebumps under them. “The only thing I wanted was to be with you, because as crazy as it sounded, you gave me a chance! I wasn’t about to fuck it all over again.” 

“But you did,” You remind him.

“I didn’t have a chance to explain myself. I’m not blaming you!” He quickly adds, not wanting you to believe that he’s trying to get himself off the hook. “Just explaining what happened.”

“So when you asked me to move with you, you really meant it.” 

“I meant everything, grouchy." He assures, pressing a kiss to your forehead before moving away. "Now you know. I've been making the worst decisions all my life, and that was probably the worst." 

"Nah, I don't think it was the worst. The worst one is trying to pull my papers. This choice… I get that you were trying to protect yourself. I did the same, I was protecting myself when I ran out of the house, and I didn’t let you explain.” Your voice lowers by the end of the sentence, somehow making you feel a bit embarrassed because all of this could have been solved if you two weren’t two hot-headed pilots that don’t think, just do. Like Mav has always told you.

“It was a stressful week for you, Thena. Your brain took control of your body and told you to leave. It was a flight or fight response. And your brain chose flight. It’s okay, you did what you had to.” His hands leave your face, searching for your hand, sliding his fingers between yours. “I want to know about you.” 

“Me?” You tilt your head and ask, a frown taking over your features. “What about me?” 

“Therapy.” 

“Oh… I’ve discovered things about myself, you know. Therapy is wonderful. You should go, too. To help you process the accident. It helped me.” 

He nods, gaze lost and deep in thought. “Maybe I should.” 

“Well, am…” you clear your throat, playing with Rooster’s fingers while you try to find the right words to express what you want to say. “I got diagnosed with body dysmorphic disorder, and I’m still going to therapy to learn how to deal with it. I’m learning to look at myself in the mirror without clothes and not hate what I see.” 

Rooster’s thumb traces infinite shapes in your skin. “How’s it going?” 

“It’s becoming easier, but I still want to cry. Before, I looked at the scar and all that came to mind was the accident and maybe the Halloween party, but I was over it in some way. Now…” You swallow with difficulty, feeling the tears come to your eyes. “I keep thinking about the changing room.” 

“I’m so sorry, fly girl.” He kisses your hands, closing his eyes for a second. “Did you have another panic attack after that?” 

You nod. “A week after. I was staying at Nat's, so she helped me. That’s when I started going to therapy.” 

“I’m proud of you for doing that. So, so proud.” 

A tear falls down, wetting your intertwined hands. “And I learned something more. I’m not a weirdo” 

He moves his hand to your chin, lifting up your head to look into your eyes. “You’ve never been a weirdo, but explain it to me so I can understand where you’re coming from.” 

“For years, I’ve never felt this… sexual attraction you all felt. I’ve never had a desire to fuck with a random person I met at a bar. I’ve never really felt that, I didn’t know what it was.” 

“Really? Not even once?” 

“If I felt it before, I didn’t know what it was that. But the thing is that when we were together that week… I wanted to make out with you so bad.” 

Rooster smirks, earning a slap on his shoulder. “I’m sorry but I’m glad you find me hot.” 

“It’s not about you being hot. It’s about the connection. The romantic feelings, you know?” 

He stares at you for a second, not saying anything. “No, I don’t think I get it. Explain it to me like I’m five.” 

“If I don’t have a deep emotional connection with a person, I can’t feel sexual attraction.” You simply say, hoping to have summarized it enough. 

“So you feel sexual attraction for me?” 

“I think that’s what it is. I don’t know, I told you, I’ve never felt that!” You hide your face behind your hands. 

“Hey, you don’t need to be ashamed of it. People are different, and we need to accept it. I’m really glad that you told me this. I have a question, though.” 

“Shoot.” 

“I guess this means that you don’t have the same sexual drive as me, right?” 

You nod slowly. “Cons of dating Thena.” 

“I want to be with you, not in you. There’s a difference.” 

You look at each other, trying not to laugh. “Did you really just say that?” 

“Please, slap me again. That was disgusting.” He starts laughing so hard that he almost falls off the bed. 

You missed this. 

“I really want this to work, nugget. I’d lie if I said I stopped thinking about you. But I think we need some new rules here. Why are you smiling like that?” 

“You said nugget.” 

“Did I?” 

“Yeah. And I could cry because I missed it so much…” 

“Oh, nugget. Come ‘ere.” You whisper, opening your arms for him. Somehow, you end up laying down on a bed that is not big enough for two people, limbs entangled between them. His face is hidden in the curve of your neck, your fingers are scratching his scalp, and a contented sigh escapes his lips. 

“This is better than sex.” He mumbles. 

“I’ll trust you on that.” You say between chuckles. Enjoying the intimacy of the moment, you ponder if it’s time to talk about the rules of this relationship that the two of you want so badly. “We’re not moving together yet.” 

“I agree with that. We still have a lot to learn about each other.” His lips brush against your skin when he talks, sending shivers running down your body. 

“But when we do, I want the two bedrooms. I liked that idea.” 

“I’ll keep it in mind. It would be awesome if you could be sincere with me. Whatever makes you uncomfortable, sad, or happy, you need to tell me. And I’ll do the same. We need to communicate.” 

You nod, turning your head to kiss his forehead. “That’s important, yeah.” 

You keep going back and forth for a while, sharing ideas that would make the relationship easier, things that should be talked about before it develops into something serious. All the things you should have talked about three months ago but couldn’t. 

You agree on not ignoring Christmas week and keeping it present. You two should not ignore it and pretend like it didn’t happen. That week is proof of what happens when you let yourself get carried away by feelings, ignoring every rational thought in your head. That’s not how things should’ve been done. And you two agree on fixing that.

You’re dozing off when Rooster moves to find a better position, and something pokes your stomach. “Auch, what was that?” 

“Shit, the box.” He pulls out a small black velvet box. “Your Secret Santa gift.” 

“You were my Secret Santa?” He nods, offering you the box. “Did you like the album?” 

“Yeah, it’s much better now. Thank you, grouchy.” 

You take the box in your hands, opening it slowly to see your grandma’s ring. “H-how? You found it?” 

“It was in the antique shop. I’ve been looking for it, too. And when I saw it, I knew I had the perfect gift.” 

“I love you so much, nugget. You don’t even understand.” You manage to say between sobs. 

“I think I know, grouchy. I love you too.” 

You grab him by the neck and pull him close to kiss him. It’s a wet kiss, tears are going down your face. You got your grandma’s ring and the man you love back on the same day. 

It feels like Christmas.

[newageretr0hippie]

Nice face you got there

[e-munson666]

Pretty Poses Ch3

++Joseph Quinn × Model!Reader++

(A glimpse into your beautiful vacation to Aruba with Joseph)

Content/Warnings ⚠️: 18+ for this series. More fluff, Somewhat language, mentions of alcohol, kissing, smut implied, Joseph is the sweetest. (Again Reader is called Lilly, can easily be changed to yours. Described as brunette)

Pt1 Pt2

Taglist: @kellysimagines @hqtetsurou @cancankiki @nograce-nomercy @k-k0129

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

The flight alone to Aruba was magical. Joseph spared no expense, having lots of fancy drinks and a beautiful 3 course meal brought on the flight for the two of you to enjoy together. The jet was luxurious, and it gave you a lot of privacy, besides the lovely staff checking in every so often.

When you finally arrived at the island it was mid afternoon, offering beautiful sunny views of the beaches and plant life. When you arrived at the private villa Joe booked your jaw dropped. It was hidden in greenery like it was in the middle of a lush jungle, with a beautiful private beach area just for the two of you.

It was fully stocked with all the amenities you could ask for, and Joseph also made sure there were a ton of beautiful native flowers displayed around. "Joseph this place is beautiful" you gasp, touring the inside for the first time, hand in hand with him.

"It really is isn't it. Its actually my friend Jamies vacation home. He was gracious enough to loan it to us for the time being, and we will be pampered and catered to by some of his lovely staff while we are here." Joe smiled down at you, kissing your forehead.

"What should we do first love? Do you want to explore the island a bit? Or do you want to relax here and I'll have Jamies chef come make us some killer food?"

"Can we go see flamingo Beach and then come back and have the killer food?" You ask, batting your eyes as you twirl a piece of his hair.

"Oh ABSOLUTELY we can. You know I can't say no when you bat those pretty eyes at me baby" he responds, peppering your cheek with kisses as you giggle.

*

The time you guys spent at the beach was wonderful. True to its name, there were gorgeous pink flamingos roaming around the beach and water. Joseph snapped several photos of you in the water, feeding the birds, heart swelling every time you looked back at him and smiled.

As the sun started to droop in the sky, Joseph and you made your way back to the villa, cleaning up and getting changed for a fancy personal dinner on the balcony. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you saw him in his beautiful blue suit, and fresh yellow Lillys in his hand.

"You look stunning my love" he says, kissing your hand before leading you to the little table he had set up.

"You look pretty great yourself Mr. Quinn" you smiled, watching his face light up.

The two of you drank lots of wine, taking pictures of each other, giggling, and forgetting the world around you for awhile.

"Look, sweetheart.......there's something I want to ask you" Joe finally gets the courage to say, watching you take another long sip from your glass. You tilted your head quizzically as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a long box. He handed it to you, placing his hands over yours before you could open it.

"I know its only been a short time......us seeing each other.....but I can't imagine a better person out there for me" he says, finally opening the box for you. "Please be my girlfriend Lilly"

Inside the box was a tiny gold chain, with a delicate J pendant dangling from it. You looked up from the box to meet his eyes, welled up with tears.

"Of course I'll be your girlfriend Joe" you squealed, jumping up from your seat and wrapping your arms around him. He chuckled as he reciprocated your hug, kissing the top of your head.

"Let me put this on for you then" Joseph says, taking one of his arms from around you and grabbing the box off the table. You quickly moved your hair out of the way, as he delicately placed the necklace around your neck. When he was finished he spun you around, face beaming at the sight, "that's my girl" he coos, grabbing your face and pulling you in for a long kiss.

"Does this mean we finally get to make it Instagram official?" You joked, watching a smirk spread across his face. "Absolutely it does" he replied.

*

~Lillys Instagram~

LillyxDior: This silly, gorgeous man asked me to be his. Of course I said yes. @JosephQuinn 🥰

*

~Josephs Instagram~

JosephQuinn: This beautiful ray of sunshine is officially my girlfriend. I couldn't be happier my love @LillyxDior

*

"Are you sure you want to do this? The internet is going to freak out" you chuckled as you both wrote out your mushy posts to each other.

"Oh yes love, I'm sure. Let them freak out. I don't want to hide you anymore" Joseph reassures, pressing the post button on his phone and smiling. You pressed yours seconds later.......waiting for the inevitable flood of notifications.

*

And boy did they come.....

"I knew these two were together ❤"

"Joseph looks so happy 😍"

"Of course the two most attractive human beings on earth end up together"

"Shes not good enough for him"

"Who the fuck even is she?"

"Wow Joseph, you could do so much better"

"Joe and a model? Lol that won't last"

"@lillyxdior you aren't even pretty. What does Joseph even see in you?!"

"Y'all are fuckin crazy. Lilly is a supermodel.....Joesph is literally a nobody in comparison"

"She could have anyone she wants and she takes Joseph Quinn from us? Fuckin bitch"

*

"Sweetheart are you okay?" Joe asks, feeling your breath hitch as you lay next to him.

"They hate me Joseph"

"What?! Who?!"

"The fans.....your fans.....they hate me" "look" you say, shoving the phone at him. He looks down at the screen and frowns.

"Who cares baby. They are just jealous"

"Who cares? Look at all this horrible stuff they are saying about me Joe......"

You suddenly felt hot tears streaming down your face, Joseph pulls you in closer to him, whispering little words of reassurance as he tried to calm you down.

"Baby, listen to me. Those people live sad, lonely lives, and have nothing better to do than try to tear down two perfectly happy people. I'm so sorry they are being so mean to you, but don't ever think for a second that anything they say is true, understand?" He finishes, kissing you sweetly.

You nod your head, wiping your eyes as you turn to face him. He offered you a sweet smile, caressing your cheek as he does. "Fuck Instagram, fuck our phones. Let's just shut them off and enjoy the last 2 days of our getaway. Okay?"

"I like the sound of that Joe" you sniffle, leaning over to peck his nose. He chuckles at you, running his hands through your hair as he pulled you closer.

"But first, there's something I've been absolutely dying to do" he says with a wicked grin

"Oh yeah Mr. Quinn? And what's that?" You challenge, brow raised.

With that he lifted his shirt up over his head, letting it fall on the floor before hovering his body over yours, hunger in his eyes as he whispers,

"I want to feel you"

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A/N: I love these two so much. Comment to be added to the taglist!

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[mom-fit-life]

Hahaha 🤣😂😆 this #yoga pose looks like I totally just face planted on the grass smiling! It's ridiculous. That's what I get for talking while doing a difficult pose. @fit_little_missy #yogimiss #yogaface #faceplant #locustpose #yogi #badyogi #nograce #outsideyoga #yogimom #yogimama #funny

[little-diable]

Taglist @little-moonbeam-666 @tom-rec @marniscoffee @marielahenstra16 @sarareadsstuff @hiddenmushrooms @rebel-blue @oskea93 @metalheadsimp @multifandom-slxt @nograce-nomercy @nyx2021 @vegasrryy couldn’t tag the others

The Devil lures in the Dark - Priest!Jamie Campbell Bower (smut)

You guys know that I love writing priest fics, by now its my trademark, so, I had to pull Jamie into this world. Perfectly matching with his new video. Please reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: She is set on teasing the young priest, wanting to see him fumble and tremble. But a game with the devil will never end in victory, at least not for her.

Warnings: 18+, blowjob, smut taking place in a church, religious connotations

Pairing: Priest!Jamie x fem!reader (1.6k words)

Header by @hidingsikki

Divider by @firefly-graphics

The devil may lure in the brightest specs of life and in the darkest shadows of darkness, but she wouldn’t give into his calling - (y/n) was sure of it. No matter how much she’d tease the sins formerly screaming her name, no matter how much she’d test fate, she wouldn’t give in. Not without good reasons that is. 

And one of those reasons was currently standing in front of her, speaking to his community as his eyes found hers every now and then. (Y/n) couldn’t bite down her smirk as she picked up on his stammers, clearly distracted by something. Something that drew his gaze to her thighs, exposing more and more of the thin fabric of her panties. 

It was somewhat of a game to her, always had been - ever since crossing paths with the priest. Priest Bower was still relatively young, and handsome, more handsome than any verse of the holy script could ever express. Yet, (y/n) couldn’t help but give into her teasing, no matter how heavenly the man may be. She was blemishing his once pure soul, tainted by the touch of darkness.

“God’s voice is strong. He will lead you out of the darkness, you shall call his name, and he will answer.” The priest bit down on his lip, eyes forced away from her frame. She didn’t need to stand close to hear the racing beat of his heart, threatening to jump out of his chest like an exorcised demon. She didn’t need to speak to him to pick up on his confusion, torn between the pleasure thumping through his veins and the path he was supposed to follow. A path the priest was now straying from. 

“Please step forward now.” For a moment he turned away from the community, reaching for a golden cup filled with wine and a bowl filled with eucharistic bread. One by one they made their way to him, not noticing how his gaze tried to find hers at any given chance,  hoping to keep her from stepping closer.

But (y/n) wasn’t one to obey any rules, always up for some teasing.

Because that’s what she was doing. It was just a bit of teasing. Nothing more, nothing less. At least that’s what she told herself whenever she thought of the dresses she wore around him, the colour of her lipstick or the words she’d speak. All to see him fumble and tremble. 

“Amen.” She spoke the word as she parted her lips, tongue exposed to his bright eyes. He placed the hostice down on the muscle, eyes fluttering close as an almost pornographic - though quiet - moan rumbled through her; putting on a show for the struggling man. And with another smirk tugging on her lips, (y/n) turned away from him with her smirk glued to her lips. 

She had him right where she wanted him.

It was dark out by the time (y/n) entered the church, listening to the sound of her shoes pounding against the ground echo through the holy halls. The church appeared to be empty, nobody was around, neither the priest nor any of the nuns helping him around here. 

A relieved sigh rumbled through (y/n) as she walked towards the confessionary, set on spending a few moments inside of there. And even though nobody would actually listen and take her confession, she seemed to be satisfied by the thought of being so close to God. 

She sank to her knees, interlaced her hands and started praying. One verse after another left her, confessing to her sins, sins she had committed ever since crossing paths with the priest. (Y/n) was too focused on her thoughts, the words spluttering from her lips like the river Jesus had been baptised in. But just like Johannes' guiding hand, pressed against the saviour’s forehead, (y/n) was desperate for a guiding hand.

“Commiting to your sins won’t do you any good, not if you’ll keep on sinning.” Sharp like a blade his voice cut through her, eyes wide as she whipped her head to the side, staring at the man. Priest Bower was standing behind her, arms crossed in front of his chest. No longer did he look innocent like an archangel, no, he had something dark to him. He was the devil in disguise. 

She hadn’t been the one toying with him, it had been him leading the game all along.

“I’m sorry.” It sounded like a question leaving her lips, a question he ignored with the wave of his hand, successfully shutting her up. (Y/n) could only stare at him as he stepped closer, eyes wandering along her features. Priest Bower grasped her chin, forcing her to keep looking at him, her body following his every movement, now perfectly placed in front of him. 

“You’ve been teasing me, that loose mouth of yours that can’t even seem to remember the right verses. And yet you think you’ll get me to kneel for you. Well, look who’s kneeling now, darling.” His bright eyes no longer reminded her of a summer morning, rather a dark river she’d drown in if she wasn’t careful enough. Was she stuck in Sheol? Brought down here by the devil himself?

“Father, I meant no harm, I,” he shut her up with a snarl rumbling through him, a sound so sinister she felt her heart sink in her chest. She’d pay, pay for every teasing word, for every short dress, she’d pay for it all. 

“It’s a little too late for an apology, don’t you think? I can think of better ways to put your sinning mouth to use.” He let go of her, forcing (y/n) to sit still as he undid his trousers, eyes not letting go of her gaze once. 

(Y/n) hadn’t even dared to dream about ending up with him, she had touched herself to the thought of choking on his cock numerous times, harmless dreams, nothing more. But now, as the man was about to turn that dream of hers real, she couldn’t help but doubt her motives. If she hadn’t bought a ticket to hell so far, this certainly was her golden one. 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You’ve been begging for my attention, well, now you got it.” His cock lay heavy in his grasp, tip bearded with drops of precum, a pearly rosary she’d count one by one, admiring every inch of it. The moment she’d put her mouth on him, hell would freeze, the archangels would stop bickering, and earth would slow its rotation, a moment’s silence for the two lovers that were now getting to know one another. 

She didn’t need to be told what to do, yet (y/n) struggled to part her lips, wondering if this was nothing more but a dream, stuck in a vivid moment that would break apart like the cross Jesus had been nailed against, burnt to ashes in the heat of the morning. His touch felt too real, too raw with his calloused fingertips brushing along her lower lip, easing his way into her mouth. 

Eyes fluttered close as if they were dying in that very moment, inhaling one last breath into their burning lungs. A guiding hand was forcing them to move along, not stopping once as the moments kept passing by. 

Priest Bower’s ringed hand found its way to her head, following the bobbing motion that forced her further and further down his cock. Spit dripped from her chin like rain clashing from the sky, breaking the calm atmosphere that once lingered in the holy halls. But every movement of hers took that spell away, no longer a pure home of God and their belief, though tainted by her sins, allowing the devil to lure in the darkness of this very church. 

Praises spluttered from his lips like verses being read out loud, and yet (y/n) couldn’t focus on his words, barely able to look at him with tears welling up in her eyes. She was struggling, struggling to breathe, struggling to keep bobbing her head, struggling to keep herself from gagging. His cock rested heavily on her tongue, slowing down her once oh so perfected movement.

“My darling, my angel, no one would expect the darkness feasting from your soul. But don’t you worry, we’ll bring your innocence back.” False promises rolled off the priest’s tongue, forcing her to momentarily meet his gaze. He was teasing her, clearly guiding her down the wrong path, yet (y/n) didn’t ever want to let go of him, if the ship would sink, she’d sink with it. 

He parted his lips like the red sea, moans clawed through him, a sound so loud (y/n) feared the stone walls may begin to break, he forced her further down his cock, enjoying the gagging sounds that left her. She felt him twitch in her mouth, indicating his arising high, preparing her for the taste of his, etched into her tongue for the upcoming days and weeks.

Priest Bower came with his head thrown back and his hand tightening its grip on her, forcing (y/n) to hold still. She greedily swallowed every drop of his, cum filling her warm cheeks like an never ending stream of consecrated wine. Only as he came down from his high did he allow her to pull away, catching her breath with her hand pressed to her racing heart. 

“My darling, look at you, greedy for my release. I’ll keep you close, a perfect bait for the devil.”

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The Christmas Date | Chapter 11: Christmas makes me cry

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)

Wordcount: 2.3k

Summary: Y/n “Athena” Kerner and Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider’s matchmaking plans?

(there won’t be smut in this series)

Warnings: maJOR ANGST. Thena has a panic attack. anxiety. you know the deal. major fluff to compensate at the end. partial nudity (there's underwear on in the characters involved so don't worry)

A/N: Okay so this came to me randomly a few hours ago and i just...had to write it. This episode was supposed to be completely different but my heart wasn't having it so I changed it. Pros: Solo won't be doing anything more to thena (you're welcome). Cons: you're not gonna get rid of the other part of the angst that's is coming in the next chapters. FINAL ANGST I SWEAR. maybe.ALSO this chapter is a bit weird, you'll notice a song in the middle of the text, IF YOU CAN LISTEN TO IT WHILE READING THAT PART. You'll thank me later.

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His lips wake you up, as if he were a prince wanting to rescue his princess from an eternal slumber. 

“Not now, I want to sleep more,” you whine, pulling up the covers and hiding underneath them. 

“I woke up early and went to get you some nice French toast from that place you like. I got you one of those fancy coffees with unpronounceable names and arranged it all in front of the fireplace, where my dad’s Polaroid album is waiting. You’re getting out of bed now, please?”  

Oh, shit. The album! You kick the covers away from you, hugging Rooster and covering his face in kisses. His giggles make you smile. “Morning, handsome nugget.” 

“Morning, beautiful grouchy.” 

You move back a bit to look in his eyes, sighing at what you see in them: pure love and adoration. “Why did you go all the way out for me?” 

“First of all, you deserve it, so shut up. Second,” he sighs, getting up from the bed, “I wanted to make this morning a bit easier for you before going to the station to report… the monster.” 

You swallow, looking at the floor. “I’m not gonna report him” 

“What?” 

“We’re leaving in two days, I don’t think it’s necessary. We won’t see him again after this” you shrug. 

“Sweetheart, this is not how things work. You know it.” He kneels in front of you, opening his hands and waiting for you to grab them. You don’t.

“I-I know but I can’t go to the station and talk about it. I’m doing my best to block those memories, but they’re so recent, a-and I…” Someone knocks at the door and you begin to tremble, tears welling up in your eyes. 

Are the walls moving closer? Why does it look like the room is getting smaller? You can’t breathe. Run. You can’t. You can’t move. 

“Oh no, no, no. Grouchy, look at me.” 

You can’t. Your eyes are closed, protecting you from the outside world and the white, menacing walls that keep getting closer and closer as if trying to crush you between them. 

“Thena. Thena, please. Look at me. Only at me.” 

Someone is touching you. The monster has finally gotten what he wanted. He’s carrying you around, maybe looking for a bed to lay you down. You need to get out of his arms. You hit him everywhere you can, but it’s not working. He’s stronger than you. 

The soft knock is now an insistent banging against the wooden door. Erratic and incessant sounds that echo in your ears. Is he here again? Has he come to finish what he couldn’t yesterday? 

Make it stop.

Make it stop. 

Make. 

It. 

Stop. 

Rooster looks at the trembling girl in front of him, not knowing exactly what to do. He can’t touch her, not like this. He can’t get consent from Thena, he’s not going to touch her. But if he can’t ground her back to reality soon, she’s going to get worse. 

I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m sorry for this.

Rooster carries her to the bathroom, bridal style. She screams, hits him, and tries to escape, too immersed in her own nightmare to realize that the monster is not there. The person knocking on the door is becoming impatient. Probably Slider, worried about her daughter’s screams. Rooster can’t open the door now. He needs to take care of Thena first. 

The world can wait five fucking minutes. 

He goes straight to the shower, opening the faucet and standing in the freezing water with Thena in his arms. He doesn’t know if this is going to work, but it does for him when he has panic attacks. He’s getting soaked, but it doesn’t matter. She matters. His star is agonizing, and he needs to bring her back. 

The bedroom door bursts open, and Thena screams, tossing around in his arms and crying even more. Slider walks in the bathroom with a worried expression, followed by Iceman and Mav. 

“What the fuck is happening?” he asks with a mixture of anger and fear. 

“At this point, I think she’s hallucinating.” Rooster responds, his voice breaking down at the thought of Thena going through something he can’t help her with. “It’s Becca here?” 

She appears from behind his father, tears in her eyes. “I’m here” 

“I need you to come here and talk to her. Maybe hearing a female voice would calm her down.” 

Becca nods, stepping into the tiny shower and talking with her in that motherly tone she always uses with Jesse. Oh, Jesse. Rooster hopes he’s not seeing this. Nobody should see Thena like this. But poor Jesse might be so scared if he saw her favorite auntie in such a state. 

“Hey, sweetheart. It’s me, Becca. You’re here with me. You’re safe. Listen to my voice, please. You’re safe.” 

Becca keeps talking with her for a few minutes, with Thena’s body slowly relaxing between his arms and her eyes, which have been closed the entire time, opening slowly. She looks around, confusion spreading over her face. The trembling doesn’t stop, however. 

“Grouchy, can you hear me?” 

“N-nugget?” she mumbles, her voice hoarse for all the screaming. 

“Yes, my love, it’s nugget. I’m gonna ask you a few questions, okay? Answer if you can," she nods slowly, and Rooster employs a technique taught to him by his therapist years ago. “Tell me five things you see” 

She doesn’t move her gaze from him, as if she were scared that if she looked around, she would see the monster’s face in front of her. “You. Your scars. Y-your stache. Your wet hair. The faucet” 

“Now, four things you can feel” 

“My wet clothes. The water on my skin. Your body is trembling… are you cold?” 

“Focus now, fly girl. One more” 

“My feet on the ground” 

He nods; she's returning slowly but safely. “Three things you can hear”

“Your voice, your breathing, water running” 

Her breath slows down to a normal rhythm.

“Two things you can smell” 

“You. And soap” he looks at one of the shampoo bottles Thena had kicked when he got her in the shower, now opened and oozing. 

“One thing you can taste” 

She stops shaking. 

“Nothing. I didn’t have breakfast. Oh god, Rooster…” 

"There you are," Rooster exhales, relieved. “Please don’t go to places where I can’t follow you.” 

She hugs him harder than she's ever done before. Becca turns off the faucet, being careful not to touch Thena by accident, and steps out of the shower, getting wrapped in a towel by her dad. 

“I’m sorry,” Thena whispers. 

“Don’t. You have nothing to apologize for. Let’s take you out of these cold clothes. I’ll run you a bath and wait for you downstairs with a warm cup of chocolate.” Rooster offers, knowing that if he doesn’t warm Thena’s body, she will get a cold. 

“Don’t leave me,” she pleads. 

“Never” 

“Once you two are ready,” Becca says, talking for all, “we would like to know as much as you can tell us of what has happened here” 

Rooster looks at Thena, she looks at the ground, considering her choices, and then nods slowly. “He’ll tell you. I can’t think or hear about it. Not yet” 

The family nods, slowly leaving the bathroom and the room. “I don’t know if I can be alone with my thoughts in a bath…” 

“I can keep my underwear on and join you,” he offers. 

She nods, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. “He broke me, Roos.” 

“You’re not broken.” 

She opens her mouth to say something else but closes it quickly, as if she wasn't sure how to express her thoughts. “I’m cold” 

“I’ll get the bath started.” 

You look at Rooster getting inside the tub, leaning against the white end. You take off your clothes, you’re only wearing Rooster’s hoodie that he gave you last night, black yoga shorts, and your underwear. You’re not ready to take off your underwear yet. “Can I keep this?” you ask him, signaling to the mismatched bra and panties you’re wearing. 

“Sweetheart, you’re the one that decides, not me.” 

You nod slowly, getting closer to the tub. “This may sound contradictory because ten minutes ago I was trying to escape from your arms, but... can I sit with you?” 

“You mean, your back on my chest?” 

“If it’s okay,” you insist, asking for permission. 

He doesn’t answer, just opens his arms as a nonverbal confirmation. You smile a bit, getting inside and sitting in the middle of the tub, leaning slowly against Rooster’s body. You don’t really understand how, but he’s the only touch you can tolerate right now. Whenever he isn’t there, you miss it. Crave it, even. It’s completely illogical. 

The hot water pierces your cold skin, warming it slowly. He moves his arms to rest on each side of the tub, avoiding any more contact between you and his body. He doesn’t want you to be overwhelmed. 

“Thank you, Bradley,” you whisper. 

“Don’t need to thank me, little star” 

“Star? That's a new one," you say as you lift your hand from the warm water and grab Rooster's large one. He turns his hand, his palm facing up, and your fingers slowly trace the lines. 

“I said once that you were my Polaris. You’re my little star” 

“What if this star doesn’t shine anymore?” you question with tears in your eyes. 

He kisses your head. “You don’t need to shine to be my star” 

“Do you still want to be with me after all this?” 

And there it is, the question you have been afraid to ask. 

“Y/n look at me” 

You turn around to see his calm and comforting expression. “The only way you’re getting rid of me is when you say you don’t love me anymore” 

“I think I love you more than yesterday,” you admit shyly, his hand moving to caress your cheek. 

“And I think I love you less than tomorrow.” 

Rooster stated that he will inform your family about the monster and everything that happened not only yesterday, but years ago as well. He asked for Ice’s help, because both of you knew that once Slider learns that his best friend hid something so important from him for years, things will get uncomfortable. 

You can’t stand being in a room alone, so he hands you his headphones, looks for a playlist that he has on Spotify named ‘the brightest star’, and presses play. You want to ask him why the playlist is called like that, but you see the family entering the room, and you know that it’s the moment to tune out the world. In your hands, you have Goose’s album. It’s old, and some pages seem to be, quite literally, hanging from a thread. You should get a new album, too. 

You look at all the pictures, finally finding that picture of baby you and a 4-year-old Rooster. He’s wearing his dad's glasses. It is truly a beautiful picture. Maybe you can get a copy and have it in your cockpit. 

Rooster playlist changes from a silly and happy Paramore song to a song you haven’t heard before but it has the most beautiful lyrics. 

Let your arms be a place she feels safe in. 

Wait, what’s this song about? You unlock Rooster’s phone, quickly opening the music app to read the lyrics. 

She always has trouble 

Falling asleep 

And she likes to cuddle 

While under the sheets

She loves Pop songs

And dancing, and bad trash TV

It's as if this song was talking about you. 

Has a hard time accepting 

A good compliment 

She loves her whole family

And all of her friends

It’s this playlist about you? Does he have a special selection of songs that remind him of you? 

So if you’re the one she lets in

Take it

If she gives you her heart

Don’t you break it

Let your arms be a place 

She feels safe in

This might be the most beautiful song you’ve ever heard. And you wish he would sing it to you. He has a beautiful voice. 

She’ll love you 

If you love her 

On days when

It feels like the whole 

World might cave in

Stand side by side 

And you’ll make it

She’s the best thing you’ll ever have

She’ll love you

If you love her like that

When you raise your head to look at Rooster, you notice the room is empty. It looks like he finished his story, and all of them left the room to leave you some space. 

He takes off your headphones. “What are you listening to, grouchy?” He stays silent for a few seconds until he registers the song and smiles. “Oh, is this one?”

“Roos is this-”

“Is the playlist about you? Yes. Absolutely. At first, it only had one song. When I see you smile”

"80s song, how typical of you," you say with a smile. 

“Well, the lyrics fit, don’t you think? Anyway, then I kept hearing songs on the radio that reminded me of you, or had a very deep meaning or… just like this one, it was made for you” 

“If it helps… your arms are the safest place on Earth for me” 

“And when I see you smile, I can face the world,” he admits, leaning close to your face to kiss you. 

“Agh, you’re literally DISGUSTINGLY CUTE,” Nick says, covering his eyes while walking towards the sofa, where his phone is. 

“Get lost,” you both say before closing the distance and kissing each other with so much love you feel goosebumps on your skin and tears in your eyes. 

Feeling loved has to be the best feeling in the world.

A/N: Anyone interested in hearing the playlist? Is small but cute, i swear. I'll leave it here.

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Hate Me Some More (5/5) - Jamie Campbell Bower

This series is now complete! Last part, here we go. Please reblog and like if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Jamie and the reader find themselves forced to walk the red carpet, days after his confession. A confession she hadn't replied to, at least no at first.

Warnings: 18+, vaginal sex, blowjob, love confessions

Pairing: Jamie Campbell Bower x fem!costar!reader (2k words)

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“There’s Hollywood’s favourite couple!” The reporter excitedly spoke into the camera as Jamie and (y/n) approached her. Both were wearing smiles on their lips, while holding hands, and if one didn’t know the two personally, they wouldn’t be able to tell how fake their smiles were.

“Jamie, (y/n), it’s so good to see you two! Are you excited for tonight?” She had never been a fan of movie premieres, at least not those that were this popular and big, too many people surrounded her, people that were ready to document her every mistake. (Y/n) felt anxious, forced to cling to Jamie like a child seeking its mothers closeness.

“We definitely are, aren’t we, darling? It’s always exciting to see friends act in movies.” Jamie took the lead, tightening his grip on her waist as he pulled her closer, lips meeting (y/n)’s hairline to press a small kiss to her scalp. She barely spared his words a thought, still focused on the very evening that happened days ago, the words he had spoken and the massive wave of confusion that had rolled upon her. 

While Jamie had proclaimed his love for (y/n), she had turned away from him with tears glistening in her eyes, begging him to drive them back home. Perhaps it had been her anxiety whispering to her, making her believe that he was only set on toying with her heart. Perhaps it had been her uncertainty about her own feelings, unsure if she was ready to stumble into another relationship that could end in a big public mess.

But the heartbroken expression that had tugged on Jamie’s lips, after she had spoken her words, had ripped her heart right out of her chest. And yet he had been lovely to her, making sure that she felt comfortable, while growing the distance between them, not wanting to overstep yet again. 

Ever since that moment, (y/n) had tried to row back, though without finding the right words to speak. God, she wanted him, wanted him more then Eve had been lusting after the forbidden fruit, wanted him more than Holofernes had wanted Judith. Yet, Jamie hadn’t given her the chance to speak to him again, distancing himself from (y/n) before she could break his heart once again. 

“Well, then I hope you guys will enjoy the movie!” With another smile tugging on their lips, (y/n) and Jamie made their way further down the red carpet, deeply exhaling in relief as they stepped into the theatre. The moment the cameras were no longer focused on the two, Jamie let go of her hand, murmuring a small “excuse me” as he disappeared from her sight. 

(Y/n) wanted to reach for him, to cling to his hands and speak the words burning on her tongue like the fire that had burned Troy to its ground. But yet she didn’t move, kept standing still, feeling more out of place than all those weeks ago. 

Both had been boarding the plane this very morning, making their way across the pond to join this movie festival. And while their management had planned every part of this so-called vacation, neither Jamie nor (y/n) had taken into consideration that they’d have to spend even more time with one another than back home.

Slowly (y/n) followed the crowd of celebrities into the movie room, carefully making her way to her seat, where Jamie was already placed. He was speaking to a woman she had never seen before, laughing at whatever the woman had just spoken, oblivious to (y/n)’s burning stare. She didn’t speak a word as she sunk down in her chair, didn’t speak a word as Jamie momentarily looked at her.

(Y/n) prayed for the ground to open up, to swallow her whole to put an end to her misery. A misery she pushed herself into, no one else to blame but herself. Tears glistened in her eyes, tears of frustration, tears of confusion and tears of anger. Anger directed at herself.

All through the screening, she had tried to catch his gaze, needing to feel him close, but Jamie didn’t give in to her advances, keeping his eyes directed onto the screen. Perhaps it was better that way, perhaps they didn’t belong together after all. 

“You can go shower first.” Jamie murmured, eyes focused on his phone. Both had just stepped into their hotel room, bodies burning in exhaustion. (Y/n) didn’t move, didn’t dare move away from him as if she was scared he’d evaporate into thin air and disappear right in front of her eyes.

“(Y/n)?” Jamie repeated her name, phone long forgotten as he moved closer, cupping her warm cheek. Only now did he seem to notice the tears welling up in her eyes, only now did he truly seem to notice that she was choking on her words. 

“I,” a deep drag of air was inhaled into her burning lungs, eyes struggling to keep focusing on his now blurred frame. “I am so sorry, god, Jamie. I love you so much, but I am so scared.”

Silence. Nothing but silence. A brooding silence that could remind one of the crackling air before a thunderstorm was about to hit, a silence one would only stumble upon at a graveyard. Jamie’s eyes wandered over her features, the eyes that twinkled thanks to her lingering tears, the lower lip that was slightly bleeding because she had buried her teeth in it.

“Go, take a shower, we’ll talk later.” (Y/n) only shook her head, murmuring his name, not wanting to give Jamie the chance to move away.

“No, I need to make this right, that’s the least you deserve. I was scared that you were just teasing me, I didn’t want to end up with a broken heart all over again. But, I’d do it for you, would give into any heartbreak if it meant ending up with you. I love you, Jamie, more than anything.” He pulled her in for a breathless kiss, pushing her as close as possible. Jamie’s hands wandered down her sides, slowly undoing her dress, while (y/n)’s hands found their way around his neck. 

Both moved towards the big bed, Jamie helped her out of her dress before he shrugged out of his suit, gasping in surprise as (y/n) gave him a push back. With Jamie’s back pressed against the mattress, she found the chance to sink to her knees between his outstretched thighs. Her hands wandered up his legs, eyes not breaking their contact once; not as she reached his clothed erection, palming him through the fabric; not as she pulled his boxers down his legs, freeing his hardening cock.

It felt like an apologetic act, having to make things right, and yet (y/n) couldn’t wish for a better position to end up in. She spat into her palm before she wrapped her fingers around him, slowly pumping his cock, allowing Jamie to adjust to the sensation. Soft moans guided her like a siren singing a sailor ashore, begging (y/n) to pick up the pace of her movements. 

Her mouth found the tip of his cock, red and bearded in pearly drops of precum. His taste lingered on her tongue, etching itself into the strong muscle, a taste she’d never forget, (y/n) was certain of it. Jamie’s loud moans vibrated through her body, buzzing through every vein like poison stretching itself through her system.

His ringed hand reached for her scalp, supporting the bobbing movement of her head as she pushed him closer and closer to the edge. He twitched in her mouth, begging her to add more pressure to her touch, a silent begging she instantly followed. (Y/n) tighten her grip around him, pumping the parts her mouth couldn’t reach, gagging whenever he jerked his hips, not able to hold back. 

“Fuck, your mouth’s so sinful.” Jamie murmured his words, interrupted by yet another moan rumbling through him. “But, fuck, need you to stop, I want to cum inside of you, darling.”

The words shot shudders down her spine, clit pulsing in need for Jamie and his touch. He pulled her into his lap, clothed core rubbing against his erection. Both moaned in unison as their bodies met, chasing the closeness this intimate moment offered. Jamie’s hand found her throat before he flipped them around, pinning her to the mattress like a hunter about to snap their prey’s neck. 

“You’re mine, forever mine, I’ll never let you go.” It was a silent promise spoken in a heated moment, though a promise that etched itself into both their souls. A promise they’ll cling to. A promise they’ll remember in the depth of the night. 

“Forever yours, fuck, I need you, Jamie.” (Y/n)’s moans clawed through her without any shame lingering in her system, guiding him closer. His lips found hers once again as he helped her out of her bra and soaked panties, exposing her naked body to his hungry eyes. Cold fingers teased her bundle of nerves, he circled her clit a few times before he brushed two digits through her slit, collecting drops of her arousal. 

“Gonna fuck you now, and then I’ll fuck you in the shower, and then on the balcony.” Jamie murmured his words as he studied her for a moment, painting pictures in his mind that were even darker than his words. A moan bubbled out of her at his words, hoping that he’d keep his promises.

Jamie aligned himself with her heat and with one last kiss pressed to her lips he pushed into her. Her walls eagerly clamped down on his cock, relieved to feel him stretching her once again, a feeling (y/n) found herself addicted to. Two of his fingers parted her lips, pressing down on her tongue, forcing her to suck on them.

He didn’t hold back, fucked her raw as if he was set on reminding (y/n) what he could offer her, if she’d let him. An offer she took like a greedy woman lusting after gold, gold only Jamie could offer. Both clung to one another, her nails left marks on his shoulders while his rough thrusts left marks on her hips, forever reminded of this very moment.

Hell could open up, demons could call their names, and yet Jamie wouldn’t dare let go of (y/n), wanting to relish in her heat. His cock forced her walls apart with every ferocious thrust, skin slapping against skin, a moment so raw, a moment so real.

There was no need for words, no need to express what both were oh so clearly feeling. Pushed together like magnets, like rafts meeting on the endless seeming ocean. And yet they still had one another, forever linked together. 

Her walls had a vice grip on his cock, desperately keeping her close as her orgasm started rocking through her. (Y/n) moaned his name, sound rolling off her tongue. Jamie couldn’t help but admire her, staring down on her as he fucked her through her high, not wanting to let go just yet.

Only as (y/n) seemed to relax underneath him, did Jamie allow himself to cum, imprinting himself on her walls. Both kept close, allowing the moment to pass before they let go of one another. Jamie rolled off her, only to pick her up a moment later, carrying a chuckling (y/n) towards the bathroom, placing her down on the toilet seat.

Warm water began to fill the bathtub, inviting the two in that slowly but surely seemed to realise that their lives would now change. They had promised one another eternity, forever together, no longer forced to hate one another some more, though loving like ancient couples.

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The Christmas Date | Chapter 12: Merry Christmas (I don't wanna fight tonight)

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)

Wordcount: 2.8k

Summary: Y/n “Athena” Kerner and Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider’s matchmaking plans?

(there won’t be smut in this series)

Warnings: fluff, angst. mentions of rape and abuse. solo appears in this chapter, y'all. BLOOD. physical violence. fluff in the end to make it up for the rest

A/N: okay so this chapter got bloody but it's what we all wanted, let's be real. we all want to be rooster on this one. I just wanted to give y'all a small christmas gift with a new chapter.

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Thena falls asleep after managing to eat a warm waffle that Sarah prepares for her. She was scared to close her eyes, afraid that the monster would follow her in her dreams. Jesse offered his Marshall plushie and even said he would sleep with her, because he wanted to protect her auntie. 

Now they’re both napping on the sofa in front of the fireplace. 

The rest of the family is in the kitchen, looking at each other with several questions in their minds and pain in their hearts. 

“You mean to tell me,” mumbles Slider, an exhausted expression in his eyes, “that you knew what my little girl went through and you didn’t share it with me? Her fucking father? Rooster, I expected more of you” 

“Ron, I learned about this a few days ago. Iceman was the one who knew.” Rooster argues, not wanting to be the object of Slider’s fury. 

“We shouldn’t be focusing on that, guys. We need to do something.” Nick sits down next to Becca, who’s been painfully quiet since she saw Thena in the shower. 

“She doesn’t want to report him” 

“What?” Sarah yells, rolling her eyes when her husband shushes her. 

“Thena’s not gonna be able to sit down and tell the story to the officers” Rooster clarifies, looking down. 

“That doesn’t mean we can allow that horrible man to get away with it” Sarah states. 

“We can go to the shop and ask for the security footage. If I remember correctly, there’s one in the corridor” Becca offers, breaking her silence. 

“That’s a good idea” Mav concedes. 

“I know where he lives” 

Iceman’s words make everyone in the kitchen turn in his direction. There’s a meaning behind his words. It doesn’t take a genius to understand what he’s implying. Go to his house, beat the shit out of him, make him pay for all the pain that he’s caused to a beautiful soul like Thena’s. 

“Tell me where,” urges Rooster, darting to the door to grab his car keys. 

“Bradley,” Maverick goes after him, grabbing his arm to stop him, “you can’t do that” 

“Mav, that man tried to,” Rooster winces, the word feels like a bullet to the heart, “rape her. Twice. I’m not letting Solo walk out of this without a scratch.” 

“I’m going with you,” Slider says, patting Rooster’s back. “I’m not letting you get in trouble.” 

Rooster turns, keys in hand, a determined expression on his face. “I’m gonna teach him a lesson, Slider. Nobody messes with my girl and gets away with it.” 

“Just answer to one question, son” 

“Ask away.” 

“What are your plans with my daughter?” 

Rooster looks at Thena’s sleeping form on the sofa, a soft smile on her face. That’s how he wants to see her. Relaxed, calm, happy. “I want to spend my life with her, Ron.” 

“Is that true?” 

Bradley pats his jacket, looking for a tiny box he has been carrying around since yesterday because he doesn’t know where to hide it. He finally finds the small black velvet box and opens it. 

“Is that my mother’s ring? Where did you find it?” Slider asks, grabbing the box with shaky hands. 

"Thena had been looking at every pawn show and antique shop in the vicinity for ten years. Somewhere along the way, I started doing the same. I found it yesterday, and I thought it would be an excellent gift for her." 

"You pulled her name," Rooster nods, remembering how nervous and excited he was to see Thena's name in the little paper at the Secret Santa sorting. Lucky for him, he found the perfect present. 

"I'm not asking her to marry me. Not now, Slider. It's too soon, and she needs time and help to overcome this. There's so much I can do to help." Rooster confesses, knowing that his words made his intentions clear. He wants the whole package. Marriage, house, kids. Everything. 

Slider hugs him, patting his back. "I always knew that your old man was right."

"About what?" 

"Not important now. I'm gonna ask Ice where this piece of shit lives and then we're leaving." Slider disappears in the kitchen, leaving a 6 ft man standing in the door, confused and curious. 

Shaking his head, Rooster walks slowly to the sofa. He hates having to wake her up, but leaving without an explanation could scare her when she wakes up. He kneels down in front of the black sofa, kissing her forehead and softly running his fingers through her hair. 

She stirs in her sleep, blinking a few times before her eyes focus on him, then she smiles. Gosh, that smile. He could burn the whole word to make you smile like that. 

"Hey" he whispers, caressing your cheek. 

"Did I sleep too much?" 

"Oh, no. I'm going to buy some things with your father and didn't want you to wake up not knowing why I was gone." 

"You're too sweet, Roos." 

"Don't tell anyone. I have a reputation" she giggles, his heart warming up at the sound. "Try to sleep a bit more. I'll be here soon." 

"Kiss?" She puckers her lips and closes her eyes, waiting for him to lean in. 

"You're a spoiled girl, you know?" He says, but he kisses her with all he has, he wants to prove that he loves her with every kiss. "I love you." 

"I know." 

"Quoting Star Wars, Fanboy is disappointed with you." He mocks, her eyes growing bigger. 

"Don't tell him, Mickey will cut my fingers and feed them to his dog." 

"What do I get in exchange for my silence?" 

She puckers her lips again, making him chuckle. "You're planning on winning every argument with kisses?" 

"Are you gonna argue with me?" 

They look at each other for a few seconds, and Bradley sighs in defeat. "Like I could argue with you anymore." 

"That's my pretty boy." 

Rooster can feel his entire face heating up. He's been called many things. Handsome. Attractive. Hot. Sexy. Pretty boy, however, is a new one. And he likes it. He really likes it.  

"S-say what again?" 

"Pretty boy." She smirks, looking at him. "You're blushing." 

"Shut up." 

"Make me." 

He shakes his head, kisses her slowly and gets up. "Sleep a bit more" 

She nods, closing her eyes and kissing Jesse's head, who had been there, not moving an inch. He's a heavy sleeper. 

Rooster is ready to walk away when the image in front of him sinks into his soul, and he almost has to lean against something to not fall. That scene is his future. Thena sleeping with a kid in his arms. His kid. 

That's his new dream. 

And he's going to make sure that no one interferes in it. 

Solo lives in a small white house on the outskirts of town, with a broken fence that has seen better days. The car is parked outside; it's a black sports car that looks quite new. Rooster sees Slider walking up to him with a folding knife in his hand. 

"Easy, son. It's for you to get that car a new set of flat tires," Slider explains, handing the knife to Rooster. 

He looks around, carefully checking that there are no neighbors peeping from their windows. He circles the car, stabbing the tires one at a time. Once he's finished, he throws the knife inside his own car, not trusting himself enough to enter that house with such a dangerous weapon in his pocket. 

The two men go to the door, listening for a few seconds. They can hear two muffled voices, one male and one female. Fuck, Mandy’s here? 

"There's a girl." 

"I think it's my ex." Rooster explains, looking around to see if there's a spare key. Maybe under the doormat.

"He's fucking your ex and obsessed with your girlfriend? Son, is he trying to be you?" 

The key almost falls from his hand when Slider's words register in his brain. Bradley had been trying to understand why Solo was so obsessed with Thena. He recalls that when they first met, Solo said that she was "an average girl," but here he is, doing the absolute worst to her. Why? 

And then he remembers a conversation at a bar, many years ago—innocent words soaked in alcohol that Bradley would have never thought he’d reminisce about again. 

You’re so cool, Rooster. I wish I was more like you

One month later, he attacked Thena for the first time. When he couldn’t get what he wanted, and Thena was deployed while he stayed behind for his disgusting behavior, he went after the only thing Bradley had left behind: Mandy. 

The answer had been there the whole time. He wasn’t obsessed with Thena just because. He was obsessed with her because Solo knew how important she was to Bradley. 

Bradley takes the key from under the doormat and opens the door. 

Turns out Mandy isn’t in the house; it’s just an old video recorded when Rooster, Thena, and Solo were in the same station that the monster likes to keep playing over and over again, analyzing every movement Rooster made. How he spoke, how he smiled. Bradley didn’t have a stache, he decided to grow one out two years ago. Bradley notices the shadow of a mustache growing in Solo's upper lip when he enters the house and sees him sitting on his sofa, looking at the video on the screen. 

It was the next step in his attempt to look like him. 

Rooster’s reaction when Solo notices his presence is the one that anyone could have expected. In an instant, his fist collides with the other man's face, sending Solo back into the sofa with a bleeding nose. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” he yells, pinching his nose between two fingers to stop the bleeding. 

“I'm making you pay for all the fucking things you’ve done to my girl.” Rooster spits, his fury and anger burning his skin. 

“I’ve done nothing,” the man retorts with a smirk, standing up and walking to the kitchen. He seems not to have noticed Slider’s figure at the door of the living room, preventing him from escaping. “Who the fuck are you?” 

“The father of the girl you tried to hurt. Slider explains calmly, crashing his knuckles one at a time. 

“I told you, I’ve done-” Slider grabs his face and smashes it against the wall, blood staining the white paint. 

Solo falls to the floor, grabbing his face while agonizing howls leave his body. He sounds like an animal. 

“So you’ve been trying to be like me all these years, Solo?” Rooster says as he grabs a chair and sits in front of him, arms resting on his knees and leaning forward in a commanding posture. 

“You’re so full of yourself that you think everyone wants to be like you?” Solo chuckles before coughing, choking with his own blood. “I need to go to the hospital” 

“Oh, you need to go to the hospital? Poor little thing. You know Thena could never go to the hospital? Because she didn’t have any physical wound” 

“Because I didn’t touch her!” 

“You don’t need to touch someone to hurt them! You watched her run around the house while she cried and screamed, asking for help because she didn’t want to have sex with you.” Rooster grabs Solo by the hair, forcing his head to move back so he can look him in the eye. “You’re lucky I can’t kill you” 

“Like you would do that,” Solo mocks. 

“You’re walkin’ on thin ice, asshole,” Slider singsongs. 

“Hurt my girl once, and I will break your face. Hurt her twice, and you’re dead.” 

“I didn’t touch her this time” 

“You have a short memory, buddy. Allow me to remember you what you did” 

With the powerful strength of the adrenaline and the rage in his body, Rooster grabs Solo by the neck, and navigates the house until he finds the bedroom, leaving a trail of blood under his feet. He enters, and Solo stumbles with his feet and falls down. Slider is quickly pulling him up, and that’s when he notices the small built-in closet. 

The same size as the changing room. 

“No. No, please don’t do that. I don’t like closed spaces.” Solo whimpers, trying to free himself from Slider’s grip. 

“It’s not so funny when you’re on the receiving end, right?” Slider whispers in Solo’s ear, handing him to Rooster. 

He pushes the man inside the closet, closing the door. And as if the world wanted Rooster to follow this plan, he notices a small lock on the handle. He flips it around, leaving the man inside. 

“So, this is the deal. You're in the same situation as Thena was yesterday. It took me three minutes to reach the shop, and then you left before I even got the chance to get in.” Rooster explains, taking his phone out of his pocket and setting an alarm. “Now you’re gonna be in there for three minutes, hoping that the door stays closed, because if this door falls down, the next thing I’m breaking are your legs.”

“LET ME OUT, CRAZY PSYCHOPATH,” 

“Oh, am I the psychopath now? I’m not the one going around trying to abuse a girl because I need to be just like his fucking boyfriend!” 

“You got everything you wanted; I just wanted the same things you had.” 

"You thought abusing her would make her love you?" 

“I just wanted to be one step ahead of you and have a taste of something you’ve never had” 

Rooster presses the button that starts the countdown and takes a deep breath before letting his rage take the worst of him. He punches the door, kicks it, and tries to open it by force. Just like he did with Thena. 

He prays for the door to endure the three minutes. The thought of this monster touching her makes him sick. Bradley knows that if this door breaks from its hinges, he will cause him so much pain. 

A tiny, dangerous part of him wants the door to fall like a leaf. 

Lucky for Solo, the three minutes pass and the door remains in place. Rooster unlocks the door, opening it to see the man curled up the floor like a scared kid, face covered in tears and blood smudged in his hands. 

Rooster kneels down, jaw clenched, and shaky hands grab him by the throat. “Listen to me, buddy. My family is going down to the shop to get the security footage. You’re not getting out of this one. The sheriff is an old friend, and he’s not gonna ask when he sees your face like that. You better stay here and don’t run away because I swear on my mother’s grave that I will find you and I won’t be so nice the next time.” 

Solo doesn’t say anything, and Rooster applies more pressure, his hand closing dangerously against Solo’s throat. “Is that clear?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Let’s get out of here,” Slider says, giving Rooster a towel from the bathroom so he can clean his hands. “I don’t want to be around this piece of shit.” 

Both men leave the house, with Slider grabbing the keys from Rooster’s jacket because he knows that the younger one shouldn't be driving. Slider speaks up as they near Iceman's house. 

“Thank you, Rooster.” 

“For what?” 

“For always loving and protecting my girl when her father didn’t.” Slider’s voice breaks a bit. Rooster looks out the window, allowing the man some privacy in such a small place. 

“You’re there for her now, Ron. That’s what matters.” 

“I hope she knows that.” 

“She knows. She’s understanding now that she doesn’t need to be brave all the time. She can be scared, she can be sad, and she can be tired of the world. But she’ll always have a hand ready to help her.” 

“Bradley, you know she’s gonna be scared and traumatized after this, right?” 

Bradley sighs, looking at Slider. “I know. And I also know how to handle it. I’ve had my share of panic attacks. I know how to stop them” 

“I couldn’t wish for anyone better to be with my daughter” 

Bradley lets a small smile appear on his face. 

“You can call me dad from now on” 

And those words make Bradley cry like he did when he lost his mother. Thena gave him a reason to fight. Now she’s giving him a family. 

He’s glad he decided to stay all those years ago. He gets to love her—his true love. He gets a father, the one who raised him when his own couldn’t. 

A family. With Thena. 

That’s more than he could ever have asked for.