#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*

[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*

More Than Rest

(I sadly can’t add anymore of you wonderful readers to my tag list but you can turn on post notifications for updates about Benny and Bunny!)

[mayfieldss]

Guilty as Sin - Benny Cross

Warnings: I found this buried in my drafts, slightly nsfw.

Synopsis: you have a secret relationship with Benny

His body is heavenly, a canvas for you to mark up how you want behind locked doors and under sheets. His voice is yours alone to hear at night, singing your praises as he touches you, calloused, broken hands running over every inch of your skin he can find. Benny isn't in love, but he sure is close to it. Or maybe it's just lust. Lust for your body, your fingers in his hair, nails scratching down his back. God, he wants you to feel powerful waves of pleasure. Ones strong enough for you to dig your nails into him and leave scars.

He wants to be unforgettable to you. He wants to know he's the best you've ever had while you're wrapped around him, helpless under his touch. Benny isn't in love, but he adores the way you call out his name, damn near scream it. Benny, Benny, Benny. The sound of you makes his eyes roll back. Benny wants to take his time, be precise. He wants to break you and put you back together. He wants to go deeper and deeper, as hard and fast as he can, too. He wants you in every way possible.

You might be in love. The way he pins you to the bed, towers above you, and lays below you. The way you can feel him even when he's miles away from how good he's had you days before. The look of him on his knees, bowed down to you like a servant to a queen, treating you just so. The way he seems to enjoy it, revealing in the ways he can make you yelp, moan and scream. His tongue, so skilled as it runs over you in ways you never thought it could.

"D'you think we should stop?" Your words comes softly one morning, the sun only just peeking through the curtains as you find your cheek pressed to Benny's chest. Last night had been one of the best you'd ever had, each time you tangle with each other a new chance to learn a bit more about what makes the other tick.

"No," Benny's voice is a rough, early morning growl. "maybe. Probably." he doesn't want to stop taking these moments with you, but god you've been close to getting caught so many times. Johnny kept your secret well enough, and only because he loves Benny more than his own damn kids. But if anyone else knew what you were doing here, if your brother found out, you don't know what would happen.

The entire club had made a promise when you first showed up, not to lay a hand on you. No one was to touch you, love you, want you. It became one of the only rules the boys all followed, and you feared if the others found out Benny broke that rule all hell would break loose. You worried they might think you 'easy' or a slut. That they could have you just because Benny got his chance. And Benny was kept up at night with those same thoughts, but for more selfish reasons. He has never wanted something to be just his so badly. But you, oh he wants your body in his hands only.

Benny's fingers run over your bare shoulder, down your arm. "You wanna stop?"

There's a beat of quiet, then you sigh, "No."

"Good." Benny almost sounds relieved, like he wouldn't have known what to do had you answered differently. "Need you keeping me company at night, yeah?" It's not really a question, but you answer anyway.

"Yeah." You want his company all the time, but you don't say it. He knows.

But still, he doesn't mention it. He kisses the top of your head and stares at the blank ceiling above him. And so do you. Maybe next time it will be different. Maybe next time you'll stop.

~ ♤

Reblogs and comments appreciated!!!

Bikeriders taglist: @zablife

[moyathermopolis]

the giver 18+

inspired by the giver // chappell roan

villanelle x reader

pairing: villanelle x female reader warnings: smut, daddy kink, dirty talk, age gap, degradation, car sex, spanking, public sex, dom/sub themes, killing eve au, 18+ word count: 1k

firm tender fingers stalked across your exposed skin as you ground your hips against the elusive blonde’s pelvis. your hands were making quick work of the buttons on her dress shirt, in turn she lowered your tube top, exposing your supple breasts. you sucked her bottom lip into your own mouth before swirling your tongue around hers. "mmm, what did you say your name was again?" you moaned, your hands and hips never stopping their fluid movements.

"it's villanelle." she mumbled simply as her big hands palmed the globes of your ass. she buried her face deep in your chest, kissing and kneading the large flesh there.

you two were in the backseat of her spacious tinted four door, grinding on each other like horny degenerates. her thick russian accent mesmerized you instantly when she greeted you in the dive bar. you just happened to be in the middle of nowhere in central florida, staying the night before you got on the road in the morning. you didn’t mind a wild spontaneous night so you gave her your signature fuck me eyes, the mutual attraction unmistakable. you knew she meant business by the confidence in her walk and her oversized blue suit, hence your current situation right now.

"do you want me, villanelle?"

"very much." she chased your plump lips but you turned your head, instead, her teeth sunk into the warm flesh on the side of your neck. she jerked her body upwards, making you buck into her like a cowgirl. “oh, haha, you think you're the one in charge? cute."

pale blue buttons popped off her shirt, flying in different directions when you ripped it open. villanelle's white lace bra was on display now, you smirked running your long nails down her stomach leaving behind red welts. she bucked and hissed, almost looking impressed with you. "i'm not?"

villanelle wrapped her hand around your neck, her biceps flexing as she squeezed tightly. in one swift motion she pulled your body down onto the black leather seats. one hand gripped the back of your neck, firmly holding you in place, while the other hiked your ass in the air. she palmed your ass in slow, rough circles, and then-

smack! smack! smack!

a sharp hiss escaped your lips and you squeezed your eyes shut as her pelvis rubbed against your freshly spanked ass, adding to the sweet torture. that's more like it, slut." villanelle growled, "this is how i want you." her fingers grazed over your lips, playing with the slick arousal around your dripping hole. “you’re dripping all over my fucking fingers.”

“mmm,” you reached for her zipper trying to get into her pants, but she caught your wrist. “i wanna touch you too," you whimpered defeatedly.

"we only have a couple of minutes, let me savor this while i can my love." she placed gentle kisses on your sore ass and deepened the arch in your back. you spread your thighs further apart for her, flaunting your dampened cunt. "mmm, such a sloppy pretty pussy you have, if you can behave, i think i’ll taste you."

"i'll behave... i promise."

"yeah? put your arms behind your back and keep them there." she slapped your pussy lips with an open palm and plunged her fingers inside of you. you hissed and whimpered as she stretched you out, fucking her long fingers into you at a steady rhythm.

“that feels so fucking good, yesss.” you buried your face into the seats to muffle your loud cries. she gave your ass another smack and dug her fingers into your hip, grabbing you roughly. she rocked your hips back repeatedly, matching the urgent thrust of her fingers. you trembled as your shaky fingers moved to touch swollen puffy cunt.

villanelle landed three smacks on your bruised ass, stopping your movements as you let out a strangled scream. "did i say you could touch yourself? you filthy slut.”

her slender fingers squeezed at the sides of your neck and it prompted you to return your arms back to their original spot, interlocking them this time. “i’m sorrrrry!”

"call me daddy slut."

"i'm so sorry, daddy."

"you said you'd behave." villanelle grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you flush against her. she growled in your ear while cruelly rubbing your slick clit, "are you a liar my love?"

"mmm n-no i promise ah- i-i can be a good girl!"

"good girls put there mouth to good use, did you know that?" you scurried in between her knees embarrassingly fast as she pulled her pants off. her lengthy legs caged you in as her firm hand, placed on the back of your neck, guided you into her center.

your tongue licked up and down through the hole in her navy blue boxers until you found her cunt. you licked through her wet folds before suckling your lips around her throbbing clit. her slick instantly coated your lips and chin, "mmm, you're so fucking wet daddy." you smacked on her cunt repeatedly eliciting throaty groans from villanelle. it drove you crazy when her tongue ran over her bottom lip and she ground her pelvis into your tongue.

"you like it when i use that pretty face of yours don't you?"

you nodded your head enthusiastically as your words muffled over her wet cunt, "yes daddyyy." a firm hand cupped the bottom of your jaw as you slid your taut tongue inside of her velvety walls, massaging them.

villanelle’s brown eyes locked onto yours as she spread her thighs wider for you, you softened immediately. "fuuuuck, good girl my love."

"i told you i could be good." you whined into her, flicking your tongue against her clit before spreading her puffy pussy lips. villanelle was impressed with how well you took her, now she only wanted to give you more. until three pointed knocks on the backseat window pulled your lips from her messy cunt.

a curly haired woman had her hands up to the window, looking into it. you eyed her carefully, your mouth glistening with villanelle's essence while her muffled voice carried into the car. "is it my turn yet?"

you squinted in confusion thinking you’d been caught, "who is that?”

"no one my love, just keep sucking," she shoved your face back into her cunt and shooed the woman. “go away eve!"

"villanelle!" the beautiful brunette shouted and hit the car repeatedly, "get out right now!"

[maliviawrites]

i have nothing appropriate to say…

[urfavesimswriting]

Johnny’s Bartender — Moodboard

this is like my first time making a moodboard n it’s lowk ass 😓

i’m back into writing and i’m so excited to write for this, Johnny Davis has been on my mind since I first watched the bike riders 🙂‍↕️

[libraryledge]

The Girl of My Best Friend (A Bikeriders and Harry Styles Story) Pt 1

A/N: I got a fun request for a story involving Benny Cross and Harry Styles who seemingly both fall for the same girl. This is my first time writing for two fandoms in one story and had fun writing it. Enjoy!

It had been a long day, and Benny Cross wanted nothing more than to unwind at the bar with a can of beer. He’d spent his time working at his new position at the local auto repair shop, and felt that he deserved a drink to unwind from the day’s stress. Sweaty and smelling of oil, Benny rode his bike to the local bar to end the day on a relaxing note.

He knew the bar inside and out because it was where all the bikers gathered to talk, play pool, and get drunk on alcohol and adrenaline. That’s why it surprised him when he walked in and spotted an unfamiliar young woman serving drinks and chatting it up with the patrons. She was beautiful and the way that she laughed at something one of the bikers said, made his heart flutter. Gosh! He hadn’t been attracted to someone like this since he was a teenager, and he hadn’t even talked to her yet.

As Benny took a seat at the bar, the girl's eyes flicked over in his direction. She waved goodbye to the bikers and went over to him.

“Welcome,” she said cheerily. “What can I get for you today?” 

“Um…” Benny trailed off, clearly forgetting any details of what he was planning to order in the first place.

“Can I interest you in today’s special: sex on the beach?” she asked with a shrug.

Benny felt his face flush. “What?”

“It’s a cocktail. You know with vodka, peach, orange juice, and cranberry juice.”

“Right,” Benny replied with a sheepish smile. “I knew that. I think I’ll just have a beer.”

“Simple and right to the point. I like it,” the girl replied, oblivious to Benny’s nerves. 

“I’ll bring it right out.” she said as she disappeared behind the bar to serve it. 

Benny looked around the room, which was much emptier than usual. Other than the group of bikers, who were conversing amongst themselves, Benny was alone at the bar, which meant that he didn’t have anyone to talk to and distract himself from his newfound jitters. However, he didn’t have much time to dwell on this because the barmaid reappeared and placed a container of beer in front of him.

“Here you go,” she said with a smile, which Benny returned with a lopsided grin.

“Thanks,” he said. Then trying to make conversation because he didn’t want her to leave quite yet, he asked, “So, you’re new around here? I don’t remember seeing you at the bar before.”

The girl smiled, “You’re pretty observant. Yes, I moved here a few weeks ago. I’m studying at the local college, so I took up this job to pay for tuition.”

“Oh, wow! That’s great.” Benny replied. His mind quickly traveled to his friend, Harry Styles, who was an adjunct professor of music at the college. He and Harry had been friends since they were teens and now often met up to catch up on the weekends.

“Well, it pays the bills, and on days when things are slow, my boss lets me pick out what we play on the jukebox, which is a highlight of the job,” she said with a smile. “Today happens to be one of those days.”

“What kind of music do you usually play?” Benny asked, intrigued.

“Oh, this thing has everything. The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, the Beatles. You name it.”

“You got any Elvis tunes on there?” he asked, fascinated by the way her eyes lit up when she talked about music.

“Of course. Let me see what they have cued up in here,” she said as he took a swig of his beer and watched her walk over to the machine. 

“Have you ever heard the Elvis song, “The Girl of My Best Friend?” she asked.

“Sure, it’s a classic isn’t it?” Benny said with a grin.

The barmaid nodded and replied, “It is.”

She played the song on the jukebox. Benny listened as the soft melody filled the room and Elvis crooned, 

The way she walks

The way she talks

How long can I pretend

Oh I can't help it, I'm in love

with the girl of my best friend

Benny chuckled, “Gosh! That’d be some predicament to be in. Imagine falling in love with someone who your best friend also has feelings for?”

The girl chuckled. “I’m willing to bet that it happens more often than you think.”

Benny laughed and continued drinking his beer as he responded, “Yeah, I’m sure you’re right.” 

He paused for a second, suddenly hit with realization. “Hey! I don’t think I got your name.”

The girl smiled and replied, “You never told me yours either.”

Benny smirked and said, “You’re right. I’m Benny.”

He stuck out his hand as a greeting. As her hands wrapped around his, he felt a warmth radiate through his body. Her handshake was firm, but inviting.

“Nice to meet you Benny,” she said as their eyes met.

Suddenly, the bikers across the room called out to her, “Can we get another round of tequila shots?” 

The girl nodded and hollered back, “Coming right up!” She turned her attention back to Benny.

“I got to go tend to them. Will you be ok here for a bit?”

Benny nodded. “Of course.” 

She began to walk away, but before going to prepare the tequila, she stopped and said, “I didn’t tell you my name, did I?”

Benny shook his head and replied, “No.”

She grinned and lowered her voice as she revealed it to him in a whisper. The tenderness in her tone as she told him, made it feel as if they were sharing a secret. 

“That’s a beautiful name,” Benny said, still mesmerized by her. As he watched the girl walk towards the bikers, the flutter in his heart grew more intense. Although he didn’t believe in love at first sight, Benny knew there was something undeniably magnetic between them.

The day after the interaction at the bar, Benny met up with Harry, who had the morning off from his position at the college. The friends decided to meet up at a local park to catch up on the week’s craziness. Benny always admired Harry. While he was rough around the edges and usually covered in grease after a day of repairing motorcycles at the shop, Harry was stylish and put together, which was perfect for someone who aspired to work in higher education. It also didn’t hurt that he had a charming English accent that all the ladies flocked to like bees to honey. 

“So, what’s up with you mate?” Harry asked as he took a bite of a sandwich he’d brought with him, and eyed Benny with amusement.

As always, Harry was observant, and he could tell that there was something on Benny’s mind because he’d been quieter than usual.

Feeling caught, Benny sighed. He knew he could trust Harry, so he said, “I met this girl last night.”

“You don’t say! Really? Where? At the bike shop?” Harry said, as he grinned widely.

“No. At the local bar. She’s a new barmaid, and oh, she’s incredible! She’s witty, loves music, and is so beautiful. I felt like a schoolboy when I was talking to her. I didn’t know what to say,” Benny admitted.

“Man, you do have it bad. Write her a song. That always seems to help me,” Harry said as he savored the turkey and cheese in his lunch.

Benny rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Not all of us were born with musical talents, Harry,” he replied with a laugh.

“Ok, then invite her to do something fun. You love riding motorcycles, so take her for a scenic drive somewhere,” Harry responded.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Benny replied.

“Am I known for giving bad advice?” Harry teased.

Benny snorted and replied, “Not on purpose.”

Harry laughed.

“So, enough about me. What have you been up to? Has work at the college been keeping you on your toes?” Benny asked him.

“Oh yeah, with the first exam of the semester coming up, a lot of students have been coming in for office hours. Lots of long nights of studying music. I love the job, but I need some sleep,” Harry answered with a perfectly timed yawn.

“Yeah, you need your beauty sleep,” Benny teased. 

Harry nodded, “Oh, it’s no joke. I have a tutoring appointment with a student tomorrow.” He paused for a second, as he was struck with inspiration.

“Benny, you should join me! Maybe you’ll run into your mystery girl while on campus,” Harry said with a mischievous grin.

Benny shook his head sheepishly, “ Oh no, man. The campus is so big. What are the odds that I’d actually see her?”

“Who knows? Stranger things have happened,” Harry said as he finished his sandwich and stood up to toss the wrapper in the garbage bin. Benny got up and followed him.

“Alright. I’ll meet you there. What do I have to lose?” he said with a shrug.

“Atta boy Benny. If this works out, I take full responsibility,” Harry said with a grin.

“And if it doesn’t?” Benny asked.

“In that case, I’ll be the one to blame, but there’s a slim chance that will happen,” Harry said cheekily.

Benny shook his head in amusement as he waved to Harry, got on his bike and headed off with a laugh.

The next day, Benny arrived at the school pretty early, and felt a bit nervous. Was there a chance that he’d actually run into her? He spotted Harry, who was already there and dressed in his work uniform.

“Benny! You made it! The student I’m tutoring should be here in a few minutes, but feel free to explore the campus while I hold office hours,” Harry said with a smile.

“Sure. Thanks man,” replied Benny taking in the view around him. “So who are you tutoring today?”

“I’m mentoring this girl who just transferred into my class. She’s pretty outgoing and really smart. I’m telling you man, the way she picked up the music lessons so quickly is insane. And if I may be so bold to say so, she’s easy on the eyes too,” Harry said matter of factly.

“Well, it sounds like she was blessed with the whole package,” Benny said with a chuckle.

Harry nodded and replied, “One can only hope to be as cool as her.”

Before Benny could respond, a voice called out from behind him.

“Professor Styles!” 

Benny turned around at the familiar sound, only to come face to face with the girl from the bar.

She was just as surprised to see him because she raised her eyebrows and said, “Benny?”

They stared at each other in surprise for a second until Harry interrupted them with an amused smirk as he asked, “You two know each other?”

“I met her at the bar earlier this week,” Benny said, hoping his friend would make the connection.

Harry’s eyes grew wide as he got the hint. “No way!”

He turned towards the girl and added, “Benny’s my best mate. What are the odds?”

Benny was still slightly in shock as the girl replied, “Right?”

“I was just telling Benny that you are one of my top students. You truly have a gift with music,” Harry said with a wink.

She blushed, and waved him off as she said, “Oh, stop it. If that were true, I wouldn’t be here for tutoring would I?”

Benny watched as she and Harry bantered back and forth over her studies, and he suddenly felt a pang in his chest. Out of all the people that Harry could have been tutoring, it had to be the one girl who made his heart flutter like a butterfly. To top it off, it was evident that she and Harry already had a familiar vibe with each other, something that he could only dream of because even being close to her put him at a loss for words. This was painfully evident from the way that Benny hadn't said a word since she arrived. 

“Well, it was nice seeing you,” Benny finally mustered out.

“Are you leaving already?” the girl asked him as he turned to go.

“Yeah, I don’t want to intrude on your study session,” he added, forcing a small smile.

She nodded empathetically as Harry gave him a strange look and questioned, “Weren’t you going to stick around campus?”

“I just remembered that there are a few things I needed to take care of,” Benny said, a little too quickly as his friend looked at him, not entirely convinced.

“Ok, then. See you soon?” Harry asked.

“Yeah. Yeah,” replied Benny with a wave. “Good luck with the tutoring session,”

The girl smiled and said, “Thank you. Hope to see you at the bar again soon.”

Benny nodded, a bit nervously. “Of course.”

Then he waved at the pair and headed to his bike, which he’d parked alongside the road. Benny was a mess. He had the perfect moment to talk to the girl of dreams, and he blew it. However, what was the most confusing was that she was already pretty close to Harry, and by what he could tell, his friend seemed to like her too. He couldn’t believe his luck. 

That night at the bar was perfect, but now, everything was spiraling out of control. Ironically, the first thing that came to Benny’s mind was the Elvis song she played on the jukebox because now he was the one falling for the girl of his best friend. 

A/N: Thank you to the person who requested this. It was a fun challenge to take on. There will be another part to this story soon, so stay tuned.

[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”

[nerdy-novelist017]

Rooftop Conversations (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader Pt 4)

On my drive home yesterday, I heard Zach Bryan's Oklahoma Smokeshow for the first time and I realized it's so Benny x Bunny coded :) I'm curious to know what song reminds you of Benny x Bunny! As always, I so so so appreciate all your comments!

Benny x Bunny Masterlist here!

Word Count- 3.1k+ (longest one yet!)

Summary- Another night spent with Benny was sure to be an adventure filled with firsts for both of you.

******

Benny told you he knew a place to eat that had real food. You were about to tell him that Ricardo’s did have good food, but he all but pulled you into the back of his bike in an effortless move that silenced your voice with a soft gasp. The adrenaline surged through you as fresh as the first time he had given you a ride and you wondered if you would always feel this feeling riding on the back of his bike. 

He drove you to the other end of town again and you couldn’t hide the surprise on your face as he pulled up to a bar, parking next to a lineup of other motorcycles. 

“A bar?” You asked as he helped you off the bike.

“Not exactly what Pete would have picked,” Benny replied coolly as he dismounted. “But the best food ‘round.”

“Well, I’m mad at him so who cares what he’d pick.” You grinned as you followed him to the door. 

Inside, the bar was alive with music, voices and bustling bodies. Benny’s hand found the small of your back and gently guided you toward the far tables. Ignoring the rush of butterflies at the contact, you tried to focus on the familiar faces from the picnic who cheered when you entered with Benny but you blushed, looking down at your feet. A couple people clapped Benny on the back as he passed and you felt sort of like a prize and he was the winner. He found an empty table at the back, and you took a seat, facing the room. 

“I’ll get you a drink,” he announced before he disappeared into the crowd, moving towards the bar. You glanced about the bar, taking in the rustic setting and colorful characters. Then suddenly, the leader of the Vandals himself was in front of you, sliding into the unoccupied chair. 

“You’re Benny’s girl, right?” Johnny asked and before you could correct him – or rather ask exactly what he meant by that – he continued, “It’s nice to see you here again. The boys all really liked your cookies. Sure was sweet of you to bring that.”

You nodded, muttering a soft thanks.

“My wife was wonderin’ if you could give her your recipe – for the cookies, I mean. Maybe you could tell her at another meeting,” he said, tapping his fingers over the tabletop. He’s trying to be friendly, you realized. Trying to include you in the club somehow. Warmth filled your chest at the idea of a club filled with bikers could possibly like you enough to want you around. You wondered if they just aimed to make you the center of every inappropriate joke that would inevitably be thrown out. Regardless, you still felt flattered at the notion.

Charmed, you replied, “I–It's nothing too difficult. I’m sure she could recreate it.”

He hummed. “Well, maybe some of the guys would like to see you ‘round, too. It’s good for ‘em to be ‘round such a civilized lady as yourself. Might even be able to whip ‘em into shape.”

“I don’t know about that,” you grinned sheepishly, rubbing your shoulder. For being the leader of a motorcycle club, he wasn’t as scary as you originally thought. Intimidating, definitely, but not terrifying. 

“You whipped our boy Benny into shape! And hell, if you can do that in just the few hours you spent with him, think of all the good you could do for the Vandals. You’d be like a god amongst men here.” The lines around his eyes creased as he bantered.

Heat climbed up your neck at the implication and you broke his eye contact. “I’m sure Benny acts like that with every girl he’s trying to sleep with.”

“I’ve never seen him act the way he does when you’re around. It’s like you’ve hypnotized him.” A mirthful grin overtook his ruggedly handsome face. “You’re not a siren, are ya? Leading him off to his watery demise?”

You giggled, shaking your head. 

“Good, can’t have that – it’s bad for business.” He stood, using his foot to slide the chair back in. “Plus, ya know, I kind of like that kid. He’s rough around the edges and damn near feral at times, but he’s a good kid. Has a good heart. I think he’d take care of ya. That’s all he wants, I think. Someone to love ‘em and someone he can show he’s capable of lovin’ too. ”

Bemused, you fell quiet and before you could reply, Benny reappeared, two bottles in hand and he nodded at his friend, “Johnny.”

You glanced between the two as you felt the gravity of their friendship sparking. It was clear that Benny had not heard Johnny’s previous words because if he had, you were sure he wouldn’t appreciate the wingman stunt. And though you didn’t know Benny hardly at all, it was clear in the way he nodded at Johnny that this was an important relationship in his life, possibly one of the only friendships he had. Something heartening stirred in you as you pictured Benny going to him for advice, for brotherly connection. 

“Benny,” Johnny returned innocuously and he shot you a secretive smile before disappearing into the crowd again. 

“He wasn’t teasin’ you, was he?” Benny asked lightheartedly as his gaze found you again.

“No,” you replied with a small smile, mind still sifting through the information Johnny had left you.

“Good, I’m the only one that can do that,” he stated and your eyes widened slightly at his confidence. “I didn’t figure you were the type to order a beer,” he explained as he slid the coke bottle in your direction. You wrapped your fingers around the cold glass, internally beaming at the thought of him second-guessing himself when it came to ordering you a drink. 

“Not usually,” you answered as he sat down in the seat next to you, a fresh beer bottle in his hands. “You must think I’m pretty boring.”

“I think you’re anything but.” He smiled, his eyes seeming to be alight with a playful seductiveness. A dare, you realized. That’s what his mischievous look was; a dare, to be bold, to be adventurous. It stirred something in your gut chest that you didn’t know was dormant until now. 

“Well, in that case . . .” You quirked your brow as you slid your coke bottle across the table stopping in front of him and grabbed his beer bottle which he had already opened and took a swig from. You brought it up to your lips, the smell making your stomach flip before you sipped a generous serving. The alcohol burned as it went down and you winced, nearly coughing. 

Benny laughed. You were certainly something to keep him on his toes. He opened your soda bottle and moved it forward to cheers with you. The bottles clinked together and you smiled, making his heart flutter. Without breaking eye-contact, he lifted your coke bottle to his mouth and drank from it and nearly lost it when you mirrored him with the beer bottle. You sip was considerably shorter than his and you screwed up your face at the taste afterwards but he was still impressed by your sudden intrepidity. Just as he thought he was starting to figure you out, you’d surprise him with a new and exciting action. And Benny lived for the thrill of it. It was his turn to surprise you.

“What do you want out of life?” he asked abruptly as he set the bottle down.

Your brows rose at the severity of his question. “That’s . . . a deep question.”

“You don’t have an answer?” 

“I have an answer, it’s just . . . that’s not something I expect on the first date. First date questions are more like ‘What’s your favorite color? What kind of music do you like? If you could travel anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?’ Stuff like that.” You explained, voice lowering as you played with the wrapping on the beer bottle. A nervous distraction, he realized as he watched your delicate fingers.

“This is our first date?” he quipped, living for the way your eyes shot back up to his, a blush coating your nose and cheeks. “I thought it was when I gave you a ride home last night.”

“No, that was just a ride home.” You stood your ground, but gaze still fluttering back to the bottle.

“Oh,” he pretended to look down as if he were in deep thought. “Then what’s your favorite color?”

He watched as you tilted your head and fought to hold back a smile. “Yellow, like the sunrise in the early mornings. What’s yours?”

He made a mental note of that. “Red, like that red lipstick you're wearing right now.”

At that, your smile grew and he felt a swell of confidence so he continued, “What kind of music do you like?”

You giggled at the realization that he was playing into your game. “I listen to a lot of The Ronettes . . . and Elvis. Let me guess, you like The Rolling Stones?” 

“Are you judgin' me by my cover, Bunny?” He grinned. “I also like Johnny Cash.”

“That makes sense. You seem like a character Johnny Cash would sing about," You said flippantly and brought the beer bottle back up to your lips for another sip and Benny was so enamored by the way your head tipped back, delicate neck exposed that he didn’t even realize you had teased him. 

“If you could travel anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?” he continued after a moment to compose himself as he drank from the coke bottle, wishing it was something stronger.

You seemed to ponder that for a second. “I’m not sure. I’ve always wanted to go to California.”

“Why is that?”

“I’ve never been to the beach and when I was a little girl, my mom had this magazine that dedicated an entire issue to the beaches of California. It looked so fun,” you described, your eyes lighting up.

Benny imagined the sight of you in a swimsuit – one of those new bikinis he’d seen Aubrey Hepburn wear on tv – and he nearly groaned. 

“What about you?” you asked innocently, drawing him back to reality. 

“The beach in California,” he replied instantly.

“Why?”

“Because you’d be there.”

You blushed, a smile encompassing your beautiful face and you looked down at the glass bottle again. 

Benny leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. “What other first date questions do you have for me, Bunny?”

******

The night was spent with smiles, stories and plenty of teasing (the latter of which was mostly Benny’s doing) and you hadn’t realized how late it was getting, too absorbed in the attention of the ocean blue eyes of the man sitting next to you. You both ate dinner (Benny insisting on the best meal was their burgers and you had to agree) and you had finished the beer but Benny replaced it with another coke afterwards. Hours passed and the rest of the patrons began to leisurely shuffle out, each calling out goodnight as they went. There were only a few left now, you realized as you glanced about the bar. Then, Benny asked if you wanted to see something. 

He seized your hand in his and took you through the back of the bar, down the hallway and out the back door. The cool nighttime air was a refreshing change from the cigarette filled clubhouse. He led you around back to a closed in ladder leading to the roof. He opened the cage door and motioned for you first. You shot him an expected look.

“I’m not going up first!” You tried to act serious as you crossed your arms playfully, feeling an funny buzz from the drink. 

“Why not?” he grinned, yeilding.

“Because, you just want to look up my skirt as I go.” You quirked a brow at him. “I’m not stupid, you know.” 

“No, you definitely aren’t stupid. And I would never. I’m a gentleman.” He held a hand over his heart as if he was hurt by your insinuation. 

“Yeah, sure you are,” You said, holding your ground. 

He held up his arms in an appeasing way. “Alright, I’ll go up first. Just don’t trip and fall on your way up.” 

You laughed as you began making your way up the ladder after him. You climbed up the two stories, the ladder clinking beneath each heel until you made it to the top where Benny offered a hand to help you up. A gentle breeze guided you to the far end of the rooftop where a generous view of the town lights, each twinkling like the stars above. You’d never seen this perspective of your little home town and it almost looked magical.

Benny went forward and lowered himself to sit down. He beckoned you to follow and, though you were scared, you moved to mirror his seat. He held your hand as you took a seat next to him. Your legs, significantly shorter than his, dangled off the edge, bumping lightly against the brick wall. He was close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body, close enough that your shoulders touched slightly. 

“Wow, what a view, huh?” you said, voice barely above a whisper as the scent of his cologne wrapped around you. 

Benny only nodded and you looked at him with a small smile, falling into a comfortable silence. Your gaze fluttered over his face, taking in the details in this dim lighting. His dilated pupils made his eyes darker and the shadow of his nose blended beautifully onto his lips. The gentle curl of his hair looked so soft and you didn’t even realize that your hand was reaching out. And maybe you tried to tell yourself that it was from the alcohol, but you knew you weren’t drunk. You touched him because you wanted to. Your fingers found the blonde tendrils and a gentle sigh escaped your lips because they were soft. His eyes were locked onto you and he remained unmoving, letting you take the reins. 

“Do you actually want to marry me? Or were you just sayin’ that to get a reaction out of me?” you whispered, hand dropping back to your lap, fingers still tingling from the contact.

“Yes, I want to marry you.” His voice was a low rumble disrupting the silence of the rooftop.

You studied his face carefully, unable to look away. “How could you know that so soon?”

“You make really good cookies,” he retorted playfully and you gave him your best unamused look despite the fact that he left you very amused.  

“I’m serious,” you said, fighting the smile tugging on your lips.

“I know you are,” he murmured, gaze flickering down to mouth. “I’m serious too – about marrying you and about your cookies.”

Heat filled your core. Like the undeniable pull of a magnet, you felt yourself drifting closer to him. “I bake more than just cookies, ya know.”

Benny groaned, “You’re teasin’ me, Bunny.”

“No, just letting you know what you’d be signing up with if you married me.” You smiled. 

“I know exactly what I’m gettin’ myself into with you, Bunny,” he admitted slowly as he dipped his head lower, only a few inches from your face. His thumb and forefinger touched your chin softly. “Why else do you think I ran off Pete?”

You paused, brows furrowed at his words. “Wait, what?”

He didn’t seem to hear you as he continued forward and you lurched back before he could kiss you. “You did what to Pete?”

“I ran him off,” Benny explained as if it were obvious. “Had a talk with him.”

“Oh my god,” you breathed out harshly, a feeling of being drenched in icy water washed over you. “You saw him? Where?” Then it dawned on you. “You saw him at Ricardo’s? He actually showed up?”

He remained quiet, watching as you turned from the ledge, standing and began to pace as you worked through the thoughts hitting you faster than you could process. 

“You ran him off? Oh my god, Benny. Is that code for something? Did you kill him?” You squeaked, the possibility of poor Pete being having to fight for his life played out like a complete disaster in your head. 

“No.” He shook his head as if annoyed.

“Well what does that mean, then?” Your voice raised an octave as unease gripped your heart. “Did you beat him up?”

“I told you. I had a talk with him.” He said simply as he turned, flipping his legs over the ledge and faced you. 

“You intimidated him! You with your loud bike and leather jacket and mean look, it wasn’t just a talk. He doesn’t deserve that. Pete is a good guy.”

Benny lifted his hands up in a placating way but the sarcastic look on his face caused anger to spike through you. 

“What makes you think you had the right to do that?” You demanded as you planted your hands on your hip. “Where do you get off from?”

He opened his mouth to say something but thought better and closed it. 

“You intimidated my date,” you snapped. “A date I was actually excited for by the way. He was kind and . . . had a nice smile.”

“I don’t see the problem,” he mumbled, narrowing his eyes at the ground in front of you.  

“You don’t–” your mouth dropped open in shock, blood boiling at his audacity. You threw your hands up in exasperation as you spun away and made your way back to the ladder. 

“Where are you going?” Benny called out as he trailed after you.

“I’m going home so I can call Pete and apologize.” You retorted over your shoulder. And probably check to see if he's not been put in the hospital because of the biker behind you.

Benny laughed. “I thought you said you were mad at him,”

“Well, I’m not anymore. I’m mad at you now,” You fumed as you shot him a look before you descended the ladder.

“Me?” Benny scrambled down the ladder after you but you didn’t slow your pace as you rounded the outside of the bar, heading for the sidewalk. It would be a long walk home, but you had no interest in getting a ride home from him.

He jogged to catch up, grabbing your arm to halt you. “I didn’t hurt ‘em. I swear.”

You spun around to face him. “That’s not the point. You men all think alike, don’t you? Thinkin' you can stake your claim like women are just . . . just objects, toys.”

Benny’s jaw clenched tightly. “I’m not goin’ to apologize for it if that’s what you’re thinking.”

You scoffed as you wrenched your arm free and turned away. You picked up your pace as you made your way down the sidewalk in the direction of you home.

“Can I at least give you a ride home?” He called out. 

“Nope, I think it’s a perfect night for a walk, don’t you?” you replied without looking back, leaving Benny standing in the middle of the sidewalk in a stupefied silence.

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[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! 」

[savemeaimeemann]

MASTERLIST

Never thought I'd have one of these but I've been using fanfics as a way of distraction - and to improve my english as well - for a long time now.

Some of my characters:

JOEL MILLER ( TLOU )

I Know ( Joel Miller x OFC/Reader )

Il Voyage ( Joel Miller x Villanelle - Killing Eve )

ARTHUR FLECK ( JOKER + FOLIE A DEUX )

"La vie ces't de la merde" ( Arthur Fleck x Villanelle - Killing Eve )

Everything is romantic, right? ( Arthur Fleck/Joker x OFC/Reader )

I'm Curious Yellow ( Arthur Fleck x OFC/Reader ) - Reader has a Maxxine ( Mia Goth ) inspo.

MICHAEL BERZATTO ( THE BEAR )

Sister Morphine

*Even tho I think Jon Bernthal is a fine actor, his zionism really hurts me. I've tried to separate his work from his persona but every time I turn on the news, I can't forgive it. The good thing with "The Bear" is that we have a couple of anti-zionists on the show, so it makes me feel less bad about it. But it hurts. Idc if u guys agree with me or not.

[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.

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It was 1000/10

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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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