#jodie comer x reader

[wandanatsgf]

Date Night & Murder

Pairing: Villanelle x Reader

Word Count: 691

Summary: What a date night between two assassins looks like

“Oh come on,” you hear your girlfriend, Villanelle, say. Crimson liquid seeps out of your latest victim and onto the floor. It stains her new boots. “I just bought these.”

“I’ll buy you another pair baby,” you say, soothing her over for now. You look around the now dead man’s apartment, making sure you left no evidence.

“Oh please you owe me more than just a pair of boots. I’d like three…and maybe some drinks.”

“Fine,” you agree, not wanting to argue with the blonde woman. You double check everything before making your way to the fire escape. You climb down, making sure Villanelle is right behind you.

“Now come on, we need to go so we can change before the movie. I want to have the best seats,” Villanelle says once the two of you are on the ground.

“Of course you do. You only want the best. The best food, the best clothes, the best wine,” you ramble on, teasing her.

“I think you’re forgetting the most important one baby. I wanted the best girl and now I’ve got her.”

You can feel your heart melt for the woman.

“We’ll I can definitely say you got her and you got her forever.”

The two of you quickly walk back to your shared apartment. After quickly showering and changing, the two of you walk hand in hand out the door and towards the theater.

The walk there is rather peaceful, which surprises you considering who you're walking with.

"Ok you get the snacks and I'll get the tickets," your girlfriend says as you walk through the doors.

"Ok," you agree. You wait in line for the food and decide on a large popcorn and two soft drinks for the two of you. Just as you finish paying, your girlfriend walks up to you with the tickets in her hand. She takes the popcorn and her drink from you and hands you your ticket. You look down at your ticket and a look of confusion sets across your face.

“Oksana. You said this was going to be an action adventure movie. What about Minions: The Rise of Gru screams action?”

“Are you kidding me Y/n? Minions is full of action. And don’t act like you don’t wanna see it. I’ve seen you watching the commercials,” she retorts back.

While she’s not wrong, this isn’t the movie you were expecting to watch during date night. Not to get you wrong but being in a theater with a bunch of children doesn’t exactly scream date. But as long as you’re with V you’re happy.

The two of you walk hand in hand into the theater and take your seats, only after V not so politely asks two children to move. She really was serious about getting the best seats.

The two of you sit down just as the commercials start. You glance over at Villanelle and she is enthralled by the screen. It brings a smile to your face. After the hard life she's had, she deserves a little happiness.

The two of you munch on popcorn as you watch the screen. You laugh at the funny parts and (as ashamed as you are to admit this) you cry at the sad parts too. The movie ends all too soon as the credits start to roll and the lights turn on.

You move to stand up, but your girlfriend pulls you back down.

"That's it?" she questions.

"Yeah it's over baby."

"But I don't want it to be over," she pouts.

"We can always go see it again," you tell her.

"I guess that will work," she says. "But I want to come back and see it first thing tomorrow."

"Whatever you want baby," you say, trying to convince her to leave. She finally gets up and the two of you walk back to your shared apartment.

After you get home and into bed you look at the beautiful blonde next to you.

"What are you staring at baby?"

"You. You know I love you V, right?"

"I know baby. I love you too," she says. She pulls you closer into her and the two of you fall asleep just like that.

[superstarcherrycolagirl]

don’t listen to “good luck babe!” and picture kathy lying awake in the middle of a hot summer night with benny by her side, and thinking back on you all those years ago.

she relives the day that she chose to stay with benny in chicago to be his wife, and had shut you down when asking her to ride back home with you to california.

that was the last time she ever saw you.

now years later, tears swelling in her eyes, head in her hands, and ring cold against her warm face, she couldn’t believe that you were right.

face to face with ‘i told you so’

*kathy x california biker fem!reader OH MY GOD PLEASE SAVE ME*

[wolfie200510]

Hey everyone...

So I decided to write here too... You can also find me on wattpad, the username is Wolfie_200510 and the profilepic is the same as here.

Please send requests...

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With who I write:

Austin Butler (and his characters)

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Scream

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OBX

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Cobra Kai

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Celebrities

Later I'll add more to this list but that's all for now.

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- No male reader, only female or gender neutral reader

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[fandomnerd9602]

Rosalina: I could show you all the wonders of the Galaxy. All of its most incredible sights.

Y/N: my lady, the most incredible sight is the one right in front of me

Rosalina blushes as Y/N gently takes her hand…

Rosalina: shall we be off then?

Y/N: of course

The two teleport off to the stars above…

[nerdy-novelist017]

Paige's Masterlist For The Bikeriders

Requests Are Open For Benny x Bunny Or If You Just Wanna Chat, I'd Love To Hear From You :)

Benny x Bunny 🐰

aka: shy!reader who has Benny Cross positively wrapped around your finger from the very first time you stood before him with a bowl of homemade chocolate chip cookies.

* means it has NSFW content!

Part 1 Little Bunny

Part 2 The Ride

Part 3 A Date

Part 4 Rooftop Conversations

Part 5 Ponytails and Promises

Part 6 Apologies

Part 7 Perfect

Part 8 Soaked

One Shots*

SFW Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet*

Life Raft*

Broken Glass

Sweet Talking*

Bruised Ego

Love, Lids, & Lessons

Baby Fever

T-Shirts

Denim*

Tease*

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[rottenimagines]

Midnight Stalker

Summary: a sad Villanelle sneaks into your bed in the middle of the night.

(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise x.)  

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On any given night, while you are sleeping peacefully in your bed, a strange noise wakes you up. At first, you think it was just your imagination and close your eyes again, until, all of sudden, a hot breath hits the back of your neck and someone wraps their arms around your waist...

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You sit up immediately and turn on the nightstand light.

Next, a cry of surprise escapes your lips.

‘‘What are you doing here?!’’

Villanelle is there, lying next to you; looking directly into your eyes with a scowl on her face; as if you were the one bothering her!

‘‘Why are you being so dramatic? You should be glad to see me,’’ she rolls her eyes and sighs. ‘‘I didn't come to kill you, Y/n. At least, not yet.’’ 

You look her up and down: she's wearing a dark gray two-piece suit. Although it does not seem that she hides any weapons under it, you can never tell with that woman.

‘‘I'll ask again. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?’’

Villanelle rolls her eyes again as she sits up right in front of you. Her face dangerously close to yours. Actually, she seems very tired, almost like she's...sad?

‘‘What? Can't a girl spend a night with her best friend?’’

You sigh and rub your sleepy eyes. Next, you speak in the most assertive way you can manage at this point, trying to keep your composure so as not to make her angry.

‘‘Villanelle, I've told you a million times. We are not friends. We are... nothing. And you can't break into my home in the middle of the night just like that!’’

She looks around the bedroom, as if your little scolding was boring her to death. 

Her voice is slightly drier as she speaks again.

‘‘Oh please, Y/n. Don't be such a killjoy. I could have come to kill you instead, wouldn't that be worse?’’

Before she gets you a chance to response, she is already wrapping her arms around your shoulders and makes you lie down again. She snuggles with you, like a baby. You have her blonde hair in your face now. All of this is too surreal to be true.

...

‘‘Villanelle... what are you doing?’’

‘‘I know, so cute, isn't it? This is called cuddling. People do it when they're in love, or at least, when they're close. You know, for besties like us.’’ She teases with a hint of playfulness in her voice.

You spend the next few minutes very still, staring at the ceiling, with her body against yours.

...

‘‘...Villanelle?’’

‘‘Hmm?’’

‘‘You... okay? I mean, you look...’’ you clear your throat, ‘‘well... you look a bit tired.’’

There is an awkward silence. 

Villanelle takes a deep breath before speaking again.

‘‘I'm all but fine, actually. Tired, confused, frustrated...’’ She raises her head off your chest to stare at you. Hers gaze remains as dead and distant as always.

 ‘‘And... I have a really strong urge to kiss you, right now.’’

There it is: Villanelle and her ability to leave people speechless with her ‘out of place’ comments.

You look down at her face as if to say ‘are you serious?’, to which she responds by nodding very slowly with a mocking pity face.

‘‘Oh, I see. And... you see yourself able to control it?’’ This time it is you who teases her.

‘‘Nop. I don’t think so.’’

And, in a flash, you have her on you, kissing you. At first, it is gently but, feeling not resistance from you, she increases the intensity. She holds your head strongly as she pulls you even closer to her.

 The feeling of her tongue in your mouth is more than enough to snap you out of your trance; so after a few seconds, you push her away abruptly.

A little flash of annoyance creeps over her face.

‘‘Come on, Y/n, you obviously like it! You must have felt something. Don't lie to yourself. Just admit you want more.’’ She whispers in a seductive tone of voice, bringing her mouth closer to yours.

‘‘Villanelle, no offense, but right now you're just the crazy stalker who just broke into my home in the middle of the night... You understand how weird this all is?’’

She rolls her eyes and pulls back. She definitely is thinking you're being a pain in the ass right now. 

‘‘And you’re the boring one who didn't call the police or shoot me, or anything. You just stayed in your bed, shaking in fear and letting me do whatever I want with you.’’

She enjoys watching your startled face at her words, because, worst of all is that she's right... 

What the hell were you thinking?

You jump out of your bed instantly and gesture for her to leave.

‘‘Get out of my home. Now’’ You try to speak with confidence, but everything is so ridiculous that you barely sound convincing to yourself.

The smirk on her face goes wider.

‘‘What, so suddenly you find your voice?’’ She mocks.

‘‘I’m serious, Villanelle. You have 10 seconds to get your ass out of my bed or I’ll call the police.’’

Although you start counting out loud, she stays right where she was, looking straight into your eyes with her annoying smug smirk.

‘‘Go ahead, I'm waiting...’’

You glare at her, skeptical. What the hell is she up to now? 

‘‘I just want to know if you'll actually do it or not. So...’’ She encourages you with a wave of her hand.

Her eyes gleam with excitement when she sees how you don't move a muscle.

‘‘And I thought I was the weirdo here...’’ She keeps trying to provoke you.

At last, you step up towards the phone, waiting for her to do something to stop you; but she doesn't.

 You grab it and start dialing the number, but not before giving Villanelle a last warning look. 

She keeps watching you from your bed, impassive. She is trying to see if you actually have the guts to go through with it.

'Your last chance', you whisper to her with the phone already in your ear. But she doesn't move, she doesn't speak. Her eyes tell you all that there is to say: 'go ahead'.

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Finally, you end up hanging up the phone with a frustrated grunt. She gets away with it, as usual. 

Villanelle's face lights up with wicked excitement as you put the phone back where it was.

‘‘Ha! I knew it! I knew you like me so much!’’

You roll your eyes at her. 

‘‘Look, you want to stay? Fine; stay. But you have to promise me that you'll be good.’’

She raises an eyebrow. ‘‘Define ‘good’ ’’

 ‘‘Don’t kill me in my sleep.’’

Villanelle nods, as if she was really considering all this as something serious.

‘‘I can promise no killing... for now. Deal?’’ She smiles like a happy little girl.

You look her up and down once more.

‘‘First, show me that you don't have any hidden weapons.’’

She gives you a mock offended face as, reluctantly, gets out of your bed and opens her jacket for you; showing no hidden weapons under it.

‘‘... Happy?’’

You ignore her and start frisking her from head to toe, to which she responds with a snort.

‘‘Do I have to ... you know, remove my clothes too?’’ She scoffs, but her mischievous mood quickly fades when sees how you keep frisking her in silent.

‘‘Y/n, believe me; if I wanted you dead, you'd be already dead.’’

You keep ignoring her.

Once you’ve made sure she doesn't have any hidden weapons, you go back to your bed, quietly.

Villanelle stands there for a second, then she takes off her jacket and lays down next to you, just like before, with a small, playful smirk on her face.

‘‘I won't kill you, I swear.’’ She whispers in your ear as wraps your waist, holding you close.

She waits for a moment to see if you’ll continue speaking, then speaks up herself again. 

‘‘Isn't this nice? No killing, no guns, no knives... nothing dirty at all. Just us, the bed and nothing else.’’

‘‘Oh yes, quite a fairy tale... Now, sleep!’’ 

‘‘I’m trying...’’ she rests her head on your chest and closes her eyes. ‘‘Your heartbeat is ... loud.’’

 At last, it seems like she starts to nod off. 

‘‘It's like a drum...’’

 Her voice is soft and sleepy, barely above a whisper now. You're not sure if she's even talking to you specifically anymore.

‘‘...Can you feel my heartbeat too? Hmmm... 

My heart's beating just for you...’’

[ihaveathingforwomen]

Universes Away - PT. 13

WandaNat x OC

a/n: Bad slump again! Not in school anymore so that should help :) Masterlist Warnings: blood, broken bones, knives. Word Count: 2.7k Summary: A ghost ruins the soccer game.

The New Jersey summer air is hot and muggy after a night of warm thunderstorms. The soccer field is wet, causing each of the players to get mud all over their uniforms. The heat and rain don’t stop their families from cheering and the teams from playing their best. Adrian and Natasha are sitting in a couple of lawn chairs in a long line of seats along the sidelines. They enjoy popsicles while watching their boys play. Behind them, Wanda talks with Clint, Laura, and Pietro. She thought it would be awkward to connect with them but it felt like falling back into old habits. 

As she spoke with them, she began searching their minds to see how much they know about her situation. Ease washed over her when she came to learn that Natasha had explained what had happened and asked that they ask questions as they arise, but be gentle when doing so. The family had experienced many weird things in the past so while they were able to acknowledge the novelty of this situation, they did not let it bother them. She relished in seeing her brother, mostly. Her memory of him was shrouded in his youth since the last time she’d seen him was almost ten years prior, just before his death. She thought she would never see him again. The sight of him brings a host of emotions to the surface, as now, his hair has started to darken and he cut it only for it to be replaced with facial hair. His smile was still the same and she admired every bit of it while he spoke, noticing the smile lines on his forehead and corners of his eyes. She no longer feels like a ghost is before her.  

All of their attention is redirected when Tony and Natasha begin loudly cheering. Adrian stands to cheer with them when they realize that little Morgan Stark had made the game changing goal. Billy, Tommy, and Nathan give her congratulatory high fives and the three of them wave to their family on the sidelines. As the cheering decrescendos, Adrian peers past the teams, across the field, and their heart spikes when they catch a glimpse of a familiar ghost. 

Like last night, he stands ominously behind a group of parents with the opposing team. A violent chill slithers down Adrian’s spine, their blood running icy. He’s older now - hair graying and scruffy, his knuckles and face bruised. Comparatively, he dawns an all black suit in crisp condition. He sticks out in the crowd and yet no one seems to notice. A pounding begins in Adrian’s head and they quietly leave their family, going around the sidelines of the field. Wanda notices their departure and turns curiously. She decides not to interfere, but cautiously observes where her spouse is going. She glances at Natasha to see if she reacts to their absence. With no reaction from her wife, Wanda’s concern fades but does not disappear. 

The Ghost’s eyes follow Adrian as they make their way towards him. His demeanor is unwavering and demanding of submission. Adrian stands next to him, mimicking his stance - hands clasped in front of their torso and legs shoulder width apart. “I thought I killed you.” Their voice is cold, solid ice. 

He scoffs. “That was my brother.” He nods his chin towards Wanda, who is facing him but appears to be watching the game intently. “I need to speak with her.” 

Adrian’s brows narrow and they turn toward him placing a hand on his chest to push him away. “The fuck do you mean? You need to leave.” 

Indifferent, he turns toward them. “I’ve been in contact with her. We have a mutual understanding about a mission at hand.” 

“We’ve been out of Hydra for years now,” their heart rate continues to rise and their breaths hasten as they get more confused. “There is no mission anymore. She wouldn’t be taking orders from you, either.”

“I see she must not have spoken to you.” Adrian’s hands drop to their side as they make deafening eye contact with the Prizrak. “Maximoff prevented the theft of the Darkhold on one condition;” his gaze darkened in theirs and his irises turned a familiar purple. “She convince you to kill Werner for me. The experiments were successful and I no longer need his interference in my plans.” 

Adrian looks across the field at their wife and makes eye contact, eyes softening with fear. Fear is an untimely guest. Slowly turning back to Prizrak, “There’s no way. E-even…” their breaths are heaving. “Even with the Darkhold. She’d never agree to that.” The floodgates of their memory are leaking at the seams as they recall some of their final experiences with the other Wanda. 

He turns his gaze towards Wanda and practically paralyzes her. A wry smile arises as he looks back to Adrian, raising a finger to tilt their chin towards him. “Oh, she would.” They smack his hand away and he slowly drops it. “She agreed. She knows the cost. If she could not convince you then I will have to force you.” 

Visions flashed behind their eyes as their irises matched Prizrak’s purple. Wanda’s eyes caged in a crown of darkness as she sits upon a throne. The throne is carefully stabilized on a mound of body parts. Beside her stands the Ghost, holding Natasha in a chokehold. She’s passed out in his grasp. The boys whimper in front of her, on their knees, as the Ghost places a blade to their mother’s throat. Out of Adrian’s control, their hands reach outward to one of the boys and wrings their neck with a violent snap. The other boy cries out as they reach out and do the same to him, abruptly stopping the tears. Outside of their body, they see themselves, eyes bound behind a cage of darkness like their wife’s, a bloody grin on their face. 

White light floods their vision and they’re gasping for air as they’re released from the horror in their mind. “You don’t have to agree,” Prizrak states, “but you know the cost of declining the offer.” They feel their eyes rattle in their skull as they watch him closely. He turns his head towards the game and they follow, as though they are the other side of his mirror. As he raises his hand, a commotion begins on the field. Adrian’s eyes go straight to the center of the field where two players are on the ground, roughly 20 feet apart. Their eyes are still adjusting as they realize Natasha is desperately grasping at one of them. Their gaze shifts to the other player to see Wanda attending them. Wanda looks up and behind her, catching Adrian’s gaze. 

Adrian turns to assault Prizrak only to find his disappearance jarring. They quickly look through the crowd, unable to see the tall monster in a suit. Their heartbeat stops for a moment as they spin and make their way to the field. Wanda looks back up to them and makes eye contact, then directs them to Natasha. Adrian, feeling their heart begin to tear, collapses to the ground next to Natasha. Tommy’s screams are heard across other fields. The games across the way stop in their tracks and observe the catastrophe. 

The disaster is a sight to see; Natasha is trying to keep Tommy calm, lifting his head onto her lap as he screams in pain. Adrian looks over him, from tear stained cheeks downward, and sees a bone emerging from one of his legs. They start to move their hands over it, not noticing the saliva pooling beneath their tongue and the crazed look in their eyes. “Mom, no!’ He shouts at them before they can touch. 

They’re shocked from their state and look up at everyone just standing around. “Has anyone called an ambulance?” Their voice is more stern than angry, but it puts a bit of fear in everyone standing nearby. A few people scuttle away. Adrian looks over their shoulder to see Wanda cradling Billy’s whole body in her arms, stroking the hair away from his eyes. As they scan his body they see no signs of blood or injury, but Wanda has tears in her eyes. Adrian starts to do some searching, but is pulled away when a paramedic shouts as he approaches the scene. 

Once the boys are each loaded into an ambulance with their respective parents, Adrian makes their way to the family van and begins barreling towards the hospital. They only told Pietro what hospital to go to as they saw him as they were leaving. Their mind drowns in memories, trying to determine when Wanda would have spoken to Prizrak. If she really was working with the Darkhold in her last months, then it isn’t out of the question for her to have made a deal with this monster. The scars on Adrian’s back began to burn and ache. Memories of the knife gliding across their spine riddled them with numbness and a static buzz in their mind. 

Upon arriving at the hospital, they make their way towards intake and begin conversing with the desk attendant. With each question answered, another memory arises. In each memory they can see themselves outside of their body, as though watching from afar. A man in black combat gear pushing a child to the floor with a high pitched yelp. He pins them down by their wrists, the pair struggle until he moves to pin their hands with one of his as his other hand moves down to his trousers and begins moving them downward. Mistake. Power surged behind their hazel eyes, turning them stormy gray. They kicked him in the groin with their boot, pushed their hands upwards to release them. They roll away, gripping the hunting knife he’d dropped and plunging it into his side. He calls out in pain as they twist it and push him onto his back. They rip the blade from him and begin plunging it. Over. And over. 

The waiting room is cool and the scent of frustration lingers. Their mind still drowns, but the memories are blurred now. Their foot taps restlessly against the floor, everyone’s thoughts are starting to penetrate the waters. Natasha comes around the corner and immediately spots Adrian, who jumps to greet her in a tight embrace. 

“Are the boys okay? Where’s Wanda? What happened?” They erupt, the waters bursting through their mouth as they plead to their spouse. Natasha gently grips their shoulders and forces them to look into her eyes. 

“They’re okay, follow me. I’ll tell you before we get to Billy’s room.” She smiled, a fake one, and grabbed their hand. They began making their way towards Billy’s room, Adrian could tell Natasha’s thoughts were racing as quickly as their own. Eventually, they made their way to her side. 

As they approached his room, Natasha finally spoke. “We think Billy passed out on the field,” she begins and turns her back to the door. Adrian can see through the window in the door, just behind Natasha. Their impatience is apparent to Natasha as she places her hand to their chest, keeping them from going any further. “When he passed out, Tommy had the ball and stopped. None of the players noticed and they trampled him. He broke his leg, which you saw.” 

“Why did Billy pass out? Have they looked at him yet? Where’s Tommy -” they attempt to push past Natasha but she blocks them again. 

“Ads, stop, look at me.” She demands before reaching out to their chin and directing them to her gaze. She can see gray clouds wash over their eyes, tears start to form in the corners and Nat’s eyes narrow. “Shh, it’s okay. Tommy is in surgery, he’s going to be okay. They said he’ll make a full recovery but they needed to fix it quickly.” She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself and her spouse. “They’ve looked at Billy and he’s okay too, as far as they know. They can’t tell what happened.” A pregnant pause washed over them as Natasha cupped their face. “Will you try to look…?” They’re still now, eyes shimmering as they glance between Natasha and the window just behind. They nod slowly, “I’ll try,” they whisper. She squeezes their biceps and turns upon release, opening the door, Adrian moves slowly behind her. 

“I found them,” Natasha whispers to Wanda who’s sitting on the bed. She looks up at them both and smiles as she brushes Billy’s hair from his closed eyes. Adrian makes their way to Wanda’s side and pulls her into a hug, kissing the top of her head. 

When they pull away, they cup her face as she looks up at them. She holds their hands to her face, “Everything is okay, he’s going to be okay.”

They nod, trying to understand. “Can you see anything?” 

She glances at their son and shakes her head gently. They look at him as she glances back, “May I?” They ask. She nods and moves away to stand with Natasha, they move towards the head of the bed and lean over their son. Their left hand cups his face and strokes his cheek with their thumb. Their eyes close and begin to wander within his mind, searching for causation. In his mind’s eye, they can see the horror that Prizrak had shown them. Billy sees his brother’s neck snap and runs away, the rest in the scene are still.

Adrian watches him run and makes their way towards him. Running away from the scene, the drop turns white and liminal. They follow him for what feels like forever, time immeasurable in the white surrounding. He eventually runs into the front yard of their home and disappears behind the front door. Adrian finally reaches the door, opening it, and shouting into dead space. They walk into the home cautiously, quiet steps. Upstairs, then peering into the boys’ room. They check a couple of the boys’ typical hiding places before moving to their second favorite room for hide and seek. 

At the other end of the hallway is the guest room - rarely used but well kept. They gently push the door open and tilt their head around the edge of the bed. There, in a dark corner, Billy is curled with his knees to his chest and head resting on top of them. “Stink,” they call out, “it’s mom. Are you okay?” They know the answer, but want to give him room to express. 

He stays curled up as they approach. They crouch in front of him and extend a hand to his arm. He flinches, his head upright, and scoots back against the wall. Adrian’s eyes soften and they brush a hand against his arm. “Hey, baby, that wasn’t real. I promise,” his eyes are wild and his breaths are quick as he studies his mother’s face. Being within the mind, there’s nowhere for the two to run. They’re left to trust each other as they are. 

They draw their hand back and sit down on the floor, resting an arm on their knee. “I saw it too, Billy.” They hold his gaze, “it was really scary. I didn’t like it either.”

“How did you see it?” His voice is timid, but he becomes more comfortable. 

They look away, releasing a breath. They turn back to him, their accent coming through in hopes of calming him. They know that he associates it with calmness amongst his parents. “A scary man, that mommy and I used to know, came to your game. He put it in my head. I didn’t know he put it in yours, too.” 

“Is he gone?” 

They nod, “he’s gone. I promise.” The corner of their lip turns upward, and they stand. With an outstretched hand, they address their son, “come here buddy.” 

Still weary, he stands and grabs their hand. Adrian loosens their grip and sits in the rocking chair next to the window, pulling him behind them. They pull him into their lap, his legs draped across one of theirs, a hand on his back and the other on his outer knee. “We can stay here for a bit until you feel better, okay? I won’t leave you.” 

He nods quietly and nuzzles into their neck. “I love you,” he whispers. 

“I love you, too, Billy.” Their hand slides up his back and into his hair, gently scratching.

[enfantlunaire]

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 | being married for three years with your husband but falling in love with your coworker Villanelle.

Both of you were sitting on the rug, face to face while music was playing in the background. The incense was burning on your coffee table giving a peaceful atmosphere to the living-room.

« Don't... Villanelle.

— Why? I know you want it too. She whispered as she slowly put her hot palms against the back of your neck, bringing you shivers from head to toe. You were so close together that you could smell Villanelle's perfume; floral and woody, perfect combo. — I know you feel the way I do. I know you feel this attraction too. You can't deny it. She added.

— I... I... It is... you stammered.

— Right, let me help. She cut you off. She placed her hand against your jaw. She pulled you toward her. And kissed you. She kissed you. And you kissed her. And she kissed you. And you kissed her. And she kept kissing you back. All over and over again.

「 english isn’t my mother tongue, do not hesitate to leave a comment if you see some mistakes, thx! 」

[putherup]

Just been to see the bikeriders OMGGGG GUYSSSS okay okay

Austin just phenomenal no words

Tom hardy was unrelllllllllllll

But the BEST Jodie comer she acc slayed like unreal and the end it shows the real pictures they got the movie SPOT ON

It was 1000/10

[superstarcherrycolagirl]

we’ll be alright

“fine line” by harry styles

benny cross x fem!reader / 1.2k words

idea: you get hurt, but benny is an absolute wreck

tw: assault, fighting, gore, angst, crying, happy ending

notes: ya’ll when i tell you my thumbs, hands, and arms are burning cause i’ve been COOKING!! i was craving some angst (i love to suffer) so way not make this beautiful man suffer!! that final seen on the door steps had me weeping so i needed to write something similar to that SO HERE IT IS :))) (p.s i kinda need some kathy ideas)

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the baby blue ice pack created a weird sensation against your left eye and the side of your face. numb was what it was, but you couldn’t really think straight at that point.

sitting on the edge of the bed with kathy beside you, rubbing her hand up and down your back, it almost lulled you to sleep. but the medicine you took and the exhaustion you felt might have also played a part in your sleepiness.

that fight was never meant to happen. those young kids should’ve never been let into the bar. johnny kicked himself for not literally kicking them out the moment they walked in. the kid with the buzzed head should’ve never gotten so close to benny with you behind him, and benny should’ve known you were behind him and not with your girlfriends before he dodged his swing, so you’d never be served that harsh punch to your sweet face.

in the split moment the whole bar went quiet, your faint slow breaths filled the air. you were in shock, touching your face to see blood on your hand. that kid stacked his punching rings on that night. when you looked up from your hands to the kid in front of you, your eyes watered and threatened to spill, that’s when chaos broke loose. but thank god you can’t remember any of that right now. you cried so hard on kathy’s shoulder the entire ride home, thanks to danny for driving you back in his car, that you think you can’t cry anymore.

you jerked awake due to the loud knocking at your apartment door, kathy settling you down first before standing up “i’m gonna go grab that sweetheart and i’ll be right back. stay right here for me babe” she left your bedroom calmly, hearing her boot cladded footsteps taking a left turn and and marching down the hallway

you heard muffled voices through the walls, then moments later you heard a second pair of footsteps stomping down to your door. or was it 3 pairs?

“got some energy left in you babe? you got some company” you looked up at kathy, but you couldn't see the people with her. so you took the ice pack off your face, a vivid mix of purples, red, and blues plastering the left half of your face, and looked up. benny had finally come home and johnny was stopping by!

“who is it kat- oh my gosh! you guys are alive!” it’s like a flip switched in your brain as you got up from the bed and stumbled a bit to get to them. “lord i can’t imagine what it was like in there! are you guys alri-” that’s when benny grabbed onto you and pulled you into his chest. tight. “hi honey! i’m so happy you’re here! did everything clear up? are you okay?” you asked sweetly. you were quite lethargic in your state, so you couldn’t pick up on how thick the air was due to how worried everyone was about you. not until you listened to benny’s breath stutter and tiny whimpers leaving his mouth.

he’s crying.

you tried to pull away from him to look up at him, but he wouldn’t let you go. he wasn’t gonna let you go, not after tonight’s events. you didn’t know what to do, why was he crying? you could only hold him, rubbing your right hand in circles on his back. sooner or later, your left arm extended and reached out abruptly. kathy was confused at first, but was quickly diminished when realizing that this was your way of saying hello to johnny. johnny softly held your hand, afraid that you were aching all over, as he was caressing your hand with his thumb. “hello to you too sweetheart” he said in his deep voice.

you don’t know what was said as you were squashed into benny’s chest, but kathy and johnny left the room quietly, johnny muttering to benny that they were going for a “chat and smoke” and they’d be outside in the living room.

after the door closed, benny pulled back from you. you could finally see his face, but your heart sank down to your stomach so fast. benny’s face was rosy and puffy, while his eyes and cheeks were wet from crying. you brought your hand up to his right cheek, a small cut touching the bottom of your thumb. “..oh honey” you said sadly. you expected him to say that he was okay, or telling you he was going out with johnny, or god forbid say that he was gonna leave. what you didn’t expect was your words to unleash the floodgates of benny’s emotions.

benny started to cry hard, his breaths becoming frantic as tears continued to fall down his face. his hands were shaking, bruises and cuts all over his body, clothes torn, and blood all over. god you hope it wasn’t his own.

benny moved his hands to hold both sides of your neck, worried he would hurt you even more by touching your face. then he started to speak, but his voice watery and shaky, like a little boy “m’so..so s-orry baby, m’so sorry, m.. so sorry,” his stutters and hiccups were hysterical, you’re worried he’ll pass out from not breathing enough. “m’coward. a fucking coward. i should’ve known you were behind m-me… i failed to keep you sa-afe, you got hurt because of me.. and m’so sorry.. pl-ease don’t leave me.. please don’t-” those were the words that woke you up. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. leave him? and you refused to hear more of it.

you walked backwards to sit on the bed, benny hands slid to hold your lower back before sliding even lower to hold the thick of your thighs. to ground himself. you held his face to make him look at you. to see you.

“honey.. none of this was your fault” his sniffles and gasps were making it harder for you to speak. “i don’t blame you or anyone else for what happened, but especially not you. i’m alright” your right hand moved up to his frazzled hair, brushing the strands of hair away from his face. you prayed it would help him calm down. “and m’gonna be alright, look,” you grabbed his tattered hands from your hips and placed one on your heart, and the other on your swollen cheek. you can see his shoulders fall slowly as he focuses on your heartbeat. “my heart is still pulsing, my chest is still rising and falling, and my soul is still beaming” you scooched closer to him, your left leg placed on top of his right.

“look at me honey,” your syrupy voice rang in his ears as he looked into your eyes again. his eyelashes were dewy from how much he cried that you almost lost all the words in your mouth, but you told him one more thing. “i will never leave you. no matter how crazy our lives get, or how crazy things change, i will never run. i will never let you go. this isn’t where we end” benny inhales and exhales deeply before responding to your words of reassurance, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “i’ll never leave you b-aby..i’m never gonna go, never. i promise baby i-i promise” “c’mere” with that you brought your boy over to you, his head fitting into the crook of your neck.

you let him cry, but also let yourself get teary eyed. “you and me sweet boy. s’gonna be okay” you were stroking the hair on the back of his head as his arms held you closer than ever. you in your pink pajamas and him in his colors. that is what’s meant to be. and always will be.

“we’ll be alright”

[bonniebird]

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

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You stared at the scrap of paper in your brother’s hands. Your breath caught in your throat as your two youngest siblings clung to you still sobbing though their eyes from red and swollen and their tears had dried up a long while ago.

“Well? Does aid come?” You pushed. He stared at the paper a moment longer before slowly closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“It is from Daemon and Rhaenyra. They cannot spare the men to come and rescue us. They suggest that we try to flee and give us permission to use their names to buy our way to Dragonstone.” He said quietly.

“They want us to abandon our home?” You asked sharply, squeezing your arms tighter around your siblings.

“There is more. Because of Rhaenyra’s devotion to our mother. In light of our parents… murder at the hands of Aegon’s men. As long… as long as we do not outright denounce Rhaenyra’s claim. The royal house will pardon us for whatever action we must take to keep ourselves alive.” Your older brother stuttered out. You all remained silent for a moment in your hiding place.

“Maybe we could stay here.” Your youngest sibling said. She was a sweet girl and you smiled at the thought.

“They will find us here eventually. We must wait until we can get away.” You said quickly. Your little brother, three years older than your sister, popped his head up off your shoulder and leaned back so he could look at you while remaining in your clutches.

“Tunnels! We could use the tunnels.” He said and smiled. You glanced at your older brother who frowned.

“The three of you would be able to fit.” He muttered. You shook your head and sighed.

“We will find a way for all of us. Or none of us.” You said adamantly.

“Go through the tunnels. I will go through the back corridors toward the kitchen. There is a tunnel down to the river just outside. I think I can get there and I should be able to get us some supplies.” Your brother said eagerly. With a reluctant sigh, realising there was nothing else any of you could do but surrender. 

“We should go at dawn. We will be able to get to the shore before sunrise and find a boat. The fishermen for the town nearby will be leaving then.” You whispered and leaned forward despite no one being able to hear you all in your hiding place. Your brother agreed and the plan was made. Through a small crack in the wall, your brother was able to keep watch until it was the perfect time. With your siblings' clothes checked that they were fastened and wouldn’t hinder them if they fled, the three of you bolted. Your younger brother yanked your hand, leading the way to the tunnel entrance. Your hands were sweaty and you could feel your heart pounding as you pushed against the statue that blocked the passage. The three of you slipped inside and worked together to try and pull the statue back into its original position.

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Aemond stopped as the men dragged the boy through the kitchen and out to the front courtyard of the keep. “Make him talk. There are three more. We cannot let them reach Dragonstone.” He shouted. Turning down the corridor he looked into the dimness that the morning light created. The torches were extinguished and there was an odd breeze. Slowly making his way down the corridor he held out a hand, letting the cool air graze over his hand until he stopped. There was a large statue that ran from floor to ceiling but under his foot there was a small lip. Crouching down he could see that the statute had been moved and when he dug his fingers into the side of the hard stone he found a gap.

“Here!” He shouted and a dozen men hurried to his side. They pulled on the statue and it slid aside. “Follow the path. Take whoever you find back to King's Landing” He commanded. Aemond went out to the front courtyard and winced. He had hoped the older of Rhaenyra’s allies' children would surrender. He lay on the stone floor of the courtyard staining his own rightful home with his blood.

“He had a letter. From the traitors.” One of the men said and handed a strip of paper to Aemond. It didn’t matter how they got the messages to and from Dragonstone anymore. It was clear that the family had been ferrying messages back and forth past Aegon's army.

“Well. Thankfully he is dealt with. We should go back to King’s Landing. We have what we need.” Aemond ordered. He left the keep and headed to a large clearing nearby. Vhagar was basking in the sunlight and lazily yawned at him as he approached. She allowed him to climb into the saddle but it took several attempts for him to rouse her and encourage her to move. It took so long that the army he was leading was beginning to march back. He flew on ahead and guided Vhagar towards where Cole had told him he would be before Aemond had left. It was a short flight with Vhagar gliding lazily through the cool air. He spent the afternoon at the camp Cole had made outside of the city and talked with him until late in the evening. A servant was sent in a carriage to say that his hostages from Rhaenyra’s allies keep had arrived. 

“Aemond.” Alicent called as soon as he entered. With a sigh, he looked up to the ceiling and muttered to himself before turning to see her hurrying down the stairs.

“You have not only killed them but their son too?” Alicent snapped. She glared at Aemond who shrugged.

“I gave them options. Tell my men what they wanted to know or…” Aemond trailed off and smiled at his mother who looked disgusted for a moment and shook her head.

“There will be no way to get that house to join ours. Their army has already left to join the blacks and you have left their keep unattended. For anyone to take for their own.” Alicent scolded. He looked at her carefully before raising an eyebrow.

“Mother. Perhaps your anger comes from your friend's betrayal. She was a friend you shared with the traitor in your youth. Was she not?” Aemond left his mother seething in the hall and went towards the council chambers where he knew Aegon would be waiting.

He heard her storming after him but made no effort to stop. He was wrenched to a standstill with his mother almost colliding with him when he opened the door to the council chambers. A girl was fiercely shouting at Aegon. Helena had her hands clenched over her ears as she pleaded with Aegon to simply send the girl, and the two smaller children that huddled behind her, to a room to rest as they’d clearly had a dreadful day. Otto sat with his head in his hands as Aegon bickered back with the girl who jabbed a finger in the air rather accusatorily. 

“(Y/N).” Alicent said. Her voice was soft, quiet, patronising. The way you might plead with an animal who had gotten itself foolishly stuck. Aemond bit back his judgement and watched as his mother approached the feral beasts. When Alicent reached out a hand to comfort the girl she slapped it away hard enough to make a crack that echoed around the room.

“Traitor! Liar!” She snapped at Alicent who shrank back. There was only fury on the girl's face. Nothing Alicent said or did changed that.

“Perhaps you should think of your brother here. He is the lord of your family now. You are only in a position to do whatever you need to survive.” Otto spoke up when Alicent finally surrendered and gave up on coaxing the girl around.

“He is not… My brother is.” She sputtered out.

“Your brother is dead. As is our mother and father. The rightful king and his hand offer you a chance to redeem yourselves. After your parents gave their support to the would-be usurper.” Aemond spat out. The girl clung to the children who began to wail again.

“He is not king.” She muttered. Helena let out a quiet plea and pulled on Aegon’s arm when he started to get to his feet but Alicent moved forward. Motivated to defend the honour of her son or her younger self it was impossible to tell.

“Enough. You have been told lies. We are not the villains. We will raise your brother and keep his house in order until he is old enough. Because your mother and I were once dear friends before Rhaenyra turned her against me. You. You will wed Aemond. Your army will return to your keep and your father’s bannermen will swear fealty to Aegon.” Alicent commanded and then waved her hand dismissively at Cole who roughly grasped the girl's arm while she was still frozen with shock.

Screeching and shouting filled the halls as Cole dragged you through them and no amount of fight stopped him from roughly shoving you into a room. Turning to charge at him he pushed your sister into the room and you had to stop short to avoid crashing into her. Your attempt to avoid her gave Cole just enough time to slam the door and lock it.

“Let us out!” You shouted as you pounded on the door. Your youngest sister huddled by the window across the room. She had cried herself out and was hiccuping quietly to herself. Your brother had been pulled away under the guise of giving the young lord his own rooms someone had informed you through the door.

“We could send another letter to Rhaenyra… or Baela. She likes us.” Your sister said quietly. You smiled and hurried to sit down beside her.

“Yes. She does like us. That is why we are alive. We know them. They may as well be our own family. You cannot tell anyone here any secrets or anything we know about them. Rhaenyra will want revenge for our mother and father. Jace and Baela will want revenge for our brother. We must work together to help them.” You said in a whisper. Your sister smiled, too young to know the danger of your suggestion but feeling rather grown up at being allowed to take part.

“Like the Valeryon lady in the story Rhaena tells? The one with the coloured flags?” She asked and you nodded recalling the story Rhaena and Luke liked to tell the younger two. One about a Valeryon woman who took to the sea and would communicate with a code made up of several coloured flags flying at different heights.

“Yes! Exactly so. We will find a way to get messages to her. That way if we cannot escape before I am made to wed Aemond, we can steal their secrets and get them to Dragonstone.” You grinned at your sister who smiled wearily and shuffled towards you. She climbed into your lap as you leaned against the wall next to the window and asked you to tell her the flag story as she fell asleep in your arms.

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Reed meets Y/N in another universe…

Reeds: so you’re Dr Doom? A good guy?

Y/N: only doom for the villains. I may not have Sue’s powers but I still gotta fight the good fight, eh?

Reeds: and Sue?

Y/N: my amazing wife and mother to my two beautiful kids

Sue walks in and hugs Y/N…

Reed: how did you two balance it?

Sue: Y/N’s my world

Y/N: and she’s mine. We make quite the team. Lean on her, Reed.

Sue: lean on your Sue. Don’t lock her out

Reed: thank you

For @konstantin609

A/N: Jodie Comer is my fan cast fav for Sue Storm

[nerdy-novelist017]

https://www.tumblr.com/nerdy-novelist017/754460919348740096/benny-cross-is-the-definition-of-scary-boyfriend

Ok yes but also I wanted him to protect Kathy so bad and it just. Never happened 💔💔

We can fix it with fanfiction ;) Enjoy another one shot to pair with my Benny x Bunny series! Again this isn't the next part, just a little idea I had!

Word Count-2.2k+

Summary- Head wounds look a lot worse than they actually are, at least that's what you were trying to tell Benny, but he was so worried, you doubt he's hearing you.

Warnings- Blood, Violence

Broken Glass (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader)

The bar was crowded. You’d never seen so many Vandals gathered in one place in a long time. With an abundance of fresh faces wearing the colors, it was almost like a completely new club. 

Your knee bounced as anxiety manifested itself into your body. You weren’t so nervous of the familiar faces that sat around your table. Johnny, Brucie, Gail, Kathy, Wahoo, Corky — those people no longer made you nervous. They were family now. It was all the onslaught of new Vandals that cursed, shouted and drank across the room. 

A warm hand encased your knee, pressing down, firmly locking your foot to the ground. You smiled as Benny leaned into you, his lips softly touching your neck in a gentle kiss. His way of calming your nerves. And it worked every time. 

“Alright, I’m gonna break the bad news to ‘em,” Johnny announced as he stood from his chair. The bad news was that some new members of the Vandals had been running up the tab at the bar and not paying for it. An entire week had gone by without them paying for any of their drinks — and they drank a lot.

Brucie stood next to him, cranking his neck to the side with a pop. “This oughta go over well.”

“It doesn’t have to be a fight,” Johnny muttered with a sigh. Despite running one of the most revered motorcycle clubs in the midwest, Johnny was surprisingly non confrontational at times. He knew what needed to be done, he just didn’t like having to do it. “Not everything has to be a fight. It’s just going to be a conversation.”

“Good luck!” you smiled, giving him a thumbs-up. 

“Thanks, kid,” Johnny answered with his usual reserved patience for you and the two left, weaving their way through the crowded room. Benny started to stand too, but you grabbed onto his arm, tugging firmly at his jacket sleeve.

“It’s not gonna be a fight, Benny. Please don’t make it a fight.” You pleaded quietly, giving him your best doe-eyed look that you knew could get you almost anything you wanted. 

“I ain’t gonna make it a fight,” Benny argued but reluctantly sat back down next to you. “I can be civil.”

History begged to differ, you wanted to say but instead lifted your cold bottle of pop to your lips in an excuse not to answer. You laced your fingers with his as you brought his arm back around your shoulder, anchoring him to you.

Minutes ticked by and you fell back into a conversation with Kathy and Gail while Benny’s attention remained focused on Johnny and the conversation across the crowded bar. Voices rose in shouting and suddenly Johnny was shoved back by one of the new Vandals members. Then fists started flying. 

“Shit,” Benny cursed and, quick as light, slid out from your booth and rushed across the bar to join the fight. You called after him hopelessly, your pleas falling on deaf ears. 

“You think these guys will ever think with their brains and not their dicks all the time?” Kathy asked sarcastically as she casually sipped at her beer.

The fight grew larger as more members of the club joined in, and you lost sight of Benny in the tumble. You bit your lip, eyes surveying the crowd anxiously. You hated to see him fight, having cried the first time you witnessed it. It was unfair that he put himself into danger like that, without a care in the world if he got seriously hurt. But that was a part of loving Benny; He was always ready to fight with the drop of a hat. 

“Oh no,” you gasped softly as you saw a man twice his size suddenly appear through the crowd, slamming Benny to the ground.

Standing quickly, you barely heard the warnings of Kathy and Gail for you to stay out of it over the pounding of your heart. You pushed your way through the crowd, desperate to get to Benny, to help him. Bodies knocked into you, sending your hip clashing hard against the pool table, but you continued on, stumbling as you went. 

Finally you caught sight of him again, this time on top of the other Vandal member, beating down on him mercilessly.

“Benny!” You called out for him, but your voice was lost in the ocean of noise. Your fingertips just barely grazed his shoulder before you were knocked back. 

Suddenly something connected with the side of your head, a sickening crashing sound, and you were knocked off your feet. White hot pain shot through your elbow as it was the first to hit the floor below you. You landed hard on your side, the wind knocked from your lungs prevented you from crying out. The side of your head erupted in hot pain from the impact and it took you a couple of seconds to even register that you were on the cold ground now.  

Your ears immediately rang as if you were standing right below a church bell during Sunday service, drowning out all other noise. But the rest of the bar seemed to freeze in shock when they saw you go down, all stunned to see their youngest member’s girl caught on the losing side of a fight. 

You blinked hard, vision filling with stars, but you were able to make out the broken glass littering the floor around you. It took you longer than necessary to understand that you had been hit on the side of your head with a beer bottle. Attempting to look up to see the person who hit you, a cry left your throat at the pain of moving your head

Then that’s when all hell broke loose for the second time in a ten minute span. Johnny appeared in your line of vision, throwing a nasty right hook against the blurry figure of the man who hit you. He went down and a crowd gathered around him, legs kicking and fists flying. 

You blinked hard again, feeling something warm running down into your right eye as Benny’s face suddenly materialized before you.

“B—Benny?” Your voice sounded so small and you hated the way you couldn’t tell if he was real or just an illusion of the person you wanted most when you were scared. 

“Oh my god.” His voice sounded strained and you wanted to ask him if he was okay, if he was hurt, but your body felt oddly disconnected from your mind.

He moved closer to you, the glass shards crunching beneath his boots, and he slid one hand behind your back and the other under your knees. Then suddenly you were being lifted in the air, carried away from the chaos of the bar. Benny used his boot to kick open the back door and a rush of cool breeze greeted you first as he relocated you to Kathy’s pickup truck in the back parking lot. Pausing at the rear of the truck, he used the hand under your knees to lower the tailgate. He placed you into a sitting position on the bed of the truck, stepping between your legs, his face is right back in front of yours again. 

The afternoon sun hanging low in the west gave you enough light to inspect his face for any injuries. There’s a split forming on his bottom lip. You reached forward and touched the injury with a fingertip, trying to gauge the severity. He would need to put ice on it before the swelling started. Although you can’t find any other noticeable signs of injury, his face was so contorted in torment, in. . . something else you had never seen before. Not quite anger, you’ve seen that plenty of times (never directed at you).

You tried to catch his eye, but he was so focused on the spot above your brow where your hairline met your forehead. He retrieved a bandana from his jeans and moved forward. Instinctively, you leaned away, your own hand reaching up to touch the spot that drummed with pain. Warm, sticky substance covered that place and you pulled your hand back to discover deep crimson dripping from your fingers. 

“You’re bleedin’ real bad,” Benny said and only then did you realize that was your blood on your fingers. He tried again and this time you didn’t pull away as he gently pressed the bandana to your flesh. You gasped at the contact, squeezing your eyes shut from the sting.

“I know, baby.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “But you’re bleedin’ real bad.”

You knew that, you wanted to say. You could see it on your fingers, that awful deep red glistening in the sunlight. Your fingers blurred slightly and you blinked a few times to try to clear your vision. But it wasn’t your vision, you realized, it was your hands shaking. Suddenly aware of the sensation, you noticed your whole body was trembling. 

Another voice sounded beside you.

“Oh my god. Is she okay?” It was Kathy, you knew without even looking up.

“I need some water.” Benny said. “Please.”

That's when you realized it was fear in his voice. You’d never heard Benny sound so desperate, so scared. You wanted to grab his hand and tell him that you were okay, that you just needed a moment for the ringing in your ears to stop and then you’d be alright. Really, it was him that you were more worried about than anything else. You looked back up at his face, eyes falling on his split lip once more. 

“I–I’m okay, Benny,” you whispered, reaching for the bandana.

His free hand locked around your wrist, pulling it away from your head, stopping you from removing the bandana. “Don’t touch it, honey.”

The pain was subsiding, you wanted to say, even if it wasn’t really. You just wanted to calm him down. He let your wrist slide through his grasp and you reached out to gently touch his lip. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” he repeated incredulously, brows knitted together. “Bunny, you’re bleeding like you just took on an army and you’re asking me if I’m okay?”

“Head injuries bleed a lot more . . . They’re heavy bleeders because of the blood flow to your brain.” You attempted to ease his worry with your fun fact. 

He looked unconvinced, pulling back the bandana to peek. “Yeah, where’d you hear that? One of your books?”

“Yeah,” you smiled sheepishly at him and Benny’s heart squeezed at the sight. You were so. . . small. So fragile looking sitting here with his bandana pressing against your pretty little head, legs hanging off the tailgate. Benny had to remind himself to take a breath, to focus on controlling his shaking hands. Had to tell himself to be strong for you. You needed him now. He'd be there for you.

Kathy returned with a bottle of water and Benny moved to the side a little, still firmly pressing his hand against your head. “For her hands,” he said.

She uncapped the bottle and gently pulled your hands out over the edge as she poured a stream of the cool water to rinse the crimson from your skin. You glanced down and made a sound. “Aww, no. My shirt. . .”

Benny followed your gaze to the once baby pink shirt now stained with booze and fresh anger coursed through his veins, setting his head swirling with images of strangling the man who touched his girl. You were one of the few good thing - pure thing - left in his world and the fact that someone dared to touch you, to hurt you, set Benny's jaw so tightly that he thought his teeth might crack.  

With the creak from the backdoor opening, Johnny and Brucie came out, rounding the truck. 

“How’s she?” Johnny asked and Benny glanced at his friend. Whatever expression Benny must have shot him caused Johnny to grimace. He moved closer to the two, putting a comforting hand on Benny’s shoulder. “Lemme see.”

Reluctantly, Benny lowered the bandana and Johnny hummed.

“Alright, ain’t that bad,” Johnny assured calmly and nodded at you as he spoke. “Ain’t that bad. The head bleeds a lot, always looks worse than it is.”

“See? I told you.” You quipped, fingers finding the beltloops of his jeans and pulling him lightly. Benny sighed through his nose. 

“She’s gonna need stitches,” Brucie spoke from behind. 

“Can you take her to the hospital?” Benny asked Kathy who nodded instantly as she stepped forward and replaced his hands as he moved back.

“Woah woah, what do you think you’re doin’ in the meantime?” Johnny questioned, already knowing what Benny planned to do.

“I’m gonna go kill him,” Benny declared as if it were obvious.

“No, Benny–” you started but Benny had already pulled away from you, making his way back to the door. He already planted the seed in his mind. He wouldn’t let anyone do anything to you and still have the ability to walk above the ground. This guy needed to be six feet under already. It was Johnny’s hand who grabbed his upper arm, Johnny who stopped him in his tracks.

“No, Benny,” he said quietly, leaning into Benny’s space. “You ain’t goin’ back in there.”

“He–” Benny started, unable to get the image of you laying on the floor of the bar out of his head. He wanted to kill him. He wanted him to hurt. He didn’t care if he’d be arrested for it. He’d been arrested for a lot less before. 

“No,” Johnny’s voice cut him off. “You go take care of Bunny now. We’ll take care of this piece of shit. Hey, you hear me? We’ll take care of it.”

Benny held Johnny’s intense gaze as he considered his next move. He wanted to be the one to take care of it, but the severity in Johnny’s voice, the rigid way his shoulders fell up and down with his breath, the carefully selected words– Benny knew that this man who hurt you would never be a problem again. Johnny wouldn’t let him be because you were an integral part of the Vandals. And they protected their own. 

“Okay,” Benny relented, taking a step back, eyes flickering to your small form still sitting on the tailgate. When he looked back at Johnny, the glint of his brass knuckles caught his eye as he pulled them from his pocket, sliding it snuggly over his fingers.

“Go take Bunny to the hospital. We’ll meet you there when we’re finished.”

"Okay," Benny repeated and he believed him.

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[musouie]

LETTA. hello my love

for your wip/ask game i want to know more about 'grey matter' if you would be so kind as to share...>:3

I WOULD LOVE TO ACTUALLY !! thank you for asking, lina ;33

‘grey matter’ is a wip that i’ve had since …. february (ᵕ—ᴗ—), and it’s a levi ackerman x f!reader fic ! i took inspiration for it from the series ‘killing eve’ jjkhj bc i love it and i love the two mc’s dynamic sooo much

(if you haven’t seen it -> “The series follows Eve Polastri (Sandra Oh), a British intelligence investigator tasked with capturing psychopathic assassin Villanelle (Jodie Comer). As the chase progresses, the two develop a mutual obsession.”

and i’ve decided to make levi the detective and reader the assassin !)

… have i already said how much i love it ??! i have a few thousand words down for it, but i haven’t touched it since may unfortunately, but i’m trying to pick it back up again !!

aaaand, i’ll share this …i named it grey matter because of the brain tissue, and also bc of levi’s eye colour. mhmmm i felt so witty coming up with it 😋

a few ‘grey matter’ morsels:

BUT DEAR LINA, thank you sm for indulging me hehe … will be visiting your inbox very soon

[scouser-villanelle]

I posted 595 times in 2022

That's 177 more posts than 2021!

14 posts created (2%)

581 posts reblogged (98%)

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I tagged 200 of my posts in 2022

#killing eve - 9 posts

#villanelle - 6 posts

#jodie comer - 4 posts

#i love them your honour - 4 posts

#😭 - 3 posts

#i am rabid - 3 posts

#same v - 3 posts

#this is me - 3 posts

#little baby - 2 posts

#it's me - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#i had a dream last night where she was fighting with helene and they fell down a tall set of stairs and i ran down and took v in my arms

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

3.7k Villanelle x Reader 😈 (explicit 18+) one shot. First story I've written in years, and I endeavour to write a few more before I run out of steam. If you choose to read, thank you!

26 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

#4

You said that rock and roll is dead

But is that just because it has not been resurrected in your image?

Like if Jesus came back, but in a beautiful dress

And all the evangelicals were like, "Oh, yes"

Choreomania ~ Florence + the Machine

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28 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

#3

Which Sandra Oh are you today?

59 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

#2

Which Jodie Comer are you today?

80 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Villaneve and hands

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106 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

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[hitchell-mope]

Answering a new oc ask for Findlay.

BASIC:

What changes do you think would be made between your muse as they exist in your head vs how they would be treated as part of canon? Her sharper edges would definitely be shaved off a bit. For example. She probably wouldn’t be as curt and cruel to other women as she is in my head

What plot points would change due to the inclusion of your character in canon? Due to how tv tends to portray characters like Findlay Sullivan. She’d probably be much nicer to women

What role would your character play in the story? Are they a major player, or a one scene wonder? She’s the main character.

If there are multiple adaptions/If they are part of a multi-part franchise, which ones would your character appear in? N//A

Besides your face/voiceclaim, who do you think would be cast as your character? Probably someone more known for tv like Jodie Comer or someone like that

If your character had a breakout show/film/comic, what would the plot be? Who would be in their supporting cast? N//A

What headcanons/theories do you believe fandom would invent about your character? The [tumblr] special probably. Lots of fanfiction about her leaving her “abusive/comphet” marriage to be with Arlene Jenkins. They’d also probably excuse some of her nastier actions because of [tumblr] feminism or ballon her flaws because of fandom misogyny

FANDOM:

What do you think the fandom for your character would be like? Are they a fan favorite, a love to hate villain, derided for whatever reason, or something else? Some would love her. Some would spit acid whenever she’s so much as mentioned. It really depends on wether or not said fan lionises her or hates her

What feelings does your character most often instill in their fans? Affection? A desire to protect? Open lust? A love/hate dynamic? Why do you think their fans feel this way? Again. Some would spit acid whenever she’s so much as mentioned. It really depends on wether or not said fan lionises her or hates her. As for open lust. That is definitely on the table. She’s a decent looking, badass middle aged woman by season 18. You do the math.

By contrast, what would their haters dislike about your character? Is it a petty complaint? A mischaracterization of the character or their intentions? Are they just a woman in a largely male-centric series? Well. The hypothetical series is female led but male focused. So some would criticise her for being too nice to the men. She’s very feminine for a female lead in the genre she’s in so some would underestimate her. Some would hate her attitude towards women she’s not related to. Oh. And her the fancast for her husband is Zac Efron. So you’d also have his fans gunning for her head.

What controversies/drama would your character incite in fandom? She’s a happily married heterosexual cisgender woman with three sons who she adores and never wished for any daughter’s. That’s more than enough to incite fandom drama on this site. Oh. And she’s a criminal profiler for the NYPD who’s also literally richer than God himself. So there’s that.

What fan-material would exist for your character in fandom? Fanfiction. Fan videos. Analytical YouTube essays. Pages on pages of think pieces about wether she’s a Good Female Character or not. You know the drill.

Is your character the subject of ‘imagines’ or ‘x reader’ style blogs? Unfortunately. Most likely yes.

Are there any tropes fandom would put upon your character, for better or for worse? They’d probably grow attached to the 20’s era bobcut she has in season one that was the result of a lice induced shave. So there’d probably be a lot of fanart of her with crew cuts and masculine clothing because they’d “christen” her as a butch lesbian enduring “comphet”

What would be the ‘incorrect but wildly popular’ interpretation of your character in fandom? Closeted comphet lesbian. It’s [tumblr]. I know how fandoms work. Either that or they’d think she’s the secret big bad for some of her more morally grey decisions.

What corners of fandom would consider your character blorbo material? The Brie Larson/captain marvel fandom would flock to her like cats to mice. Not always for the better though.

SHIPPING:

What do you imagine the most popular ship(s) for your character would be? Hopefully? Her husband Sidney Sullivan. Unfortunately realistically? Probably Arlene. Or her step-great-aunt Lucia if they’re that way inclined.

Are there ship wars? Are they a popular character to ship, or the kind of character that gets shuffled off and away from shipping for whatever reason? Like you wouldn’t BELIEVE!!!! You think the ouat and spn shipping fandoms are a minefield? Every single one of the other mains are related to her through blood, adoption or marriage and she only makes and keeps friends who she can call “cousin”. And she’d probably be the fandom bicycle so to speak despite the interrelation between her and the other characters.

How does fandom characterize/mischaracterize your characters ship in fanworks? Unfortunately they’d probably portray Sidney as the second coming of Stanley Kowalski so Arlene can be her knight in shining armour as it were

If your character isn’t designed for shipping/isn’t interested in shipping, how hard does fandom have to mangle them to make them shipping material/open to a relationship? N//A

Be honest. What song is playing over an AMV/tiktok of scenes between your character and their love interest? Sidlay. Lay all your love on me from mamma Mia.

What is the wildest crackship you can imagine for your character, whether in-universe or in crossover? In universe. There would, unfortunately, probably be a loud subset of the fandom who are devoted to shipping her with her dead neighbour Phaedra Wilkins who she hates the most above all others or her step-great-aunt Eve Christensen who she fears the most above all others. Crossover. If the selfcest crowd are in the fandom then probably Carol Danvers

What is the quote between your character and their love interest/whoever they might be shipped with that their fans would latch onto? Sidney: “If Findlay’s threatened then I will flout and break each and every rule in the handbook until she’s safe again”. Findlay: “and I’d do the same for Sidney. In fact. I have. Multiple times”

What’s the discourse surrounding your ship? Wether or not they’re a good couple because they’re a straight white ultra rich couple comprised of a NYPD detective and criminal profiler