Cowboy Like Me - B. Cross

Cowboy Like Me - B. Cross

Pairings : Benny Cross x Reader

Warnings : Cursing

Genre : Angst, or, where reader and Benny cross paths (lol) after a nasty break up

A/N : I haven’t actually watched this movie, and this is a lot of word vomit, and I hated the ending, but I hope I did it some justice.

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The bar was alive with the chatter of its usual patrons. Vandals littered the floor, reminding the young girl of an all too open wound.

Y/N Y/L/N had a history with the Vandals, rather, a Vandal. Benny Cross. The man she dedicated a year and three months of her life to. The man who left her and threw their relationship away as though it were an empty cigarette box, old and useless.

Now, she had been struggling with a depressive episode ever since, and for the first time in months, her good friend Kathy convinced her to make an appearance in the Vandals favorite bar, but only after assuring her that a certain biker would not show up, her friend claiming he was off on some personal mission or whatnot.

So, there she sat, beer in hand, surrounded by some of her closest friends. Her favorite Vandals were surprised albeit excited to see her, being shut out from her life after Benny Cross was done with her.

She was hurt and bitter, that much was obvious, and the rest of the gang knew it. Before her arrival, Kathy had threatened everybody not to bring up Cross, and Y/N was grateful for it.

Any mention of him would be enough to bring her to tears, even being in the bar was toeing the line.

“So, how you been, Y/N?” Johnny, her prior second favorite Vandal which had moved up to first, asked her.

Her eyes wandered down to the beer in her hand, picking up on the underlying question in Johnny’s question. “I’ve been good,” her head nodded, “working a lot, but good.” She was lying. She was still picking up the pieces of herself which Benny broke.

“Well, either way, you know you can count on all of us in case you need anything,” Betty, sweet as ever, assured her.

“I appreciate it, Betty, I really do.” And she did. She knew the Vandals would be there for her always, and she did appreciate it, but, they would always remind her of him. And she didn’t feel as though she could move on with those little reminders of him.

Which is why, without telling any of her friends, this was a goodbye. She had already put in a transfer for her job, somewhere far, without any trace of Vandals or bikers or Benny fucking Cross.

As the conversation diverted from the topic of her wellbeing, she could feel herself getting sadder and sadder. She didn’t want to leave. She wishes she didn’t have to, she wishes Benny had never left, she wishes she could go back five months to when everything was fine.

And, as Benny Cross walked through the bar door, she felt her heart squeeze as it was brought back to the last day she ever saw him. The bar quieted upon his entrance. The tears sprung to her eyes. A soft hand reached for hers. But her eyes were locked on him.

She watched as his expression turned into a confused one upon the bar patrons staring, then into one of realization as his eyes traveled across the Vandals’ faces, only stopping when they reached hers. She watched as his mouth opened and closed, his body glued to the dirty floor.

The patrons eyes traveled back and forth between her and him, her and him, her and him. And they watched as he took the first step further into the bar, whilst she simultaneously shot out of her chair and sped towards the bathroom.

Her tears were flowing, her breath coming in and out, hyperventilating. She made quick work of the lock on the door, turning to grip the sink, knuckles white. She couldn’t hide in the bathroom from him, she knew that. But she couldn’t possibly face him.

What she didn’t know, though, was that in the room next to where she stood, was the boy who was just as heartbroken as she was. He was shocked to see her sitting there after all this time.

He didn’t know why he left. He felt lost and trapped, one day packing his stuff up and leaving without word. All he knew was that he regrets that day more than anything in his life, and he wasn’t known for being a sentimental guy.

He walked towards the table she evacuated, and listened as Kathy and Betty scolded him, even Johnny made some comments towards him.

He took a seat, hands patting down his pockets for his cigarettes, running to them for emotional support. Twenty minutes went by before she finally walked out of the bathroom. He immediately caught notice of her red eyes and smudged makeup. His heart physically hurt at the knowledge that he was the reason she was upset. Whilst Y/N didn’t know it, Kathy had updated Benny on her wellbeing, and he knew she wasn’t doing good. But, he was at a loss for what to do.

He stood as she sped past the table and out the door, racing after her. What he would say, he didn’t know, but he had to say something.

“Y/N,” he yelled after her, “Y/N,” his fingers curled around her arm, forcing her to stop and turn around.

Her bloodshot eyes drilled holes into his; he detected the anger and hurt behind her irises.

He hesitated for a couple seconds before speaking, “I’m sorry.” As the words left his mouth, he wished to put them back in.

“You’re sorry?” The question came out sarcastic. “That’s all you have to say? You pick up and leave without a damn word and all you have to say for yourself is ‘I’m sorry’?” She scoffed at his silence, turning to leave once again.

He was going to let her go, but watched as she stopped and turned back towards him. “I loved you, Cross. I was ready to fuckin’ marry you. But you broke me. And I fuckin’ hate you for it.”

“I had to, Y/N.” His words made her angrier. “I didn’t know what to do, I’ve never been one to settle down, but, I started falling for you and I got scared. I was a coward and I’m sorry.” His words held a sincere tone, and she couldn’t help but wanting to forgive him and hug him and kiss him.

“Yeah, well, because of you, I’m leaving, so, I guess I’m no better than you.”

He felt his heart drop at her words. At least, before, he could catch glances of her here and there, hear how she was doing from her friends. But if she left, he would have nothing.

“What do you mean?”

She took a deep breath, feeling the tears prick at the corners of her eyes again. “I can’t keep doing this. You’re everywhere! There’s reminders of you everywhere I go, I can’t even be around the Vandals because each time, I think of you. And it sucks. So, I’m leaving.” He didn’t know what to say, what to think, what to feel. “I don’t know what else to say to you, Benny. I’m probably never gonna be able to love anyone like I did you again. You broke my heart. And, now, I’m hangin’ up my boots.” And with that, she walked off, leaving her heart along with Benny.

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Hi I was wondering if you could possibly write a part 2 to Amortentia with Tom Riddle? I don’t know if you do that but I really enjoyed reading it!

Ahhhh thank you so much!! I’m glad you enjoyed! Part two is out now! I was on a flight and just got to writing and that’s what came out lol 😆

t h e b i k e r i d e r s

key

❃ - fluff ❀ - angst ❁ - mature

Benny Cross

cowboy like me ❀

bedridden ❃

clean laundry ❃

pretty, pink bags ❃

Do you write about Major Gale Cleven ? I watched masters of the air and I’m in love with Austin being a pilot

Hi, love! I actually haven’t watched this movie, so I don’t feel like I’d be able to write a good fic for it 😭 I could find a way to work him into the Top Gun universe and make a fic like that or something! I’m so sorry, I feel so boring for not having seen the movie yet :(

Benny Cross girl ask him to hold her purse.

Pretty, Pink Bags - B. Cross

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Pairings : Benny Cross x Reader

Warnings : None

Genre : Fluff, or, in which Benny’s girl asks him to carry her purse

A/N : Sorry it’s been so long and that this is so short, college has been a lot, but I still hope you guys like it <3

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“Benny, can you carry my purse?”

The question made Benny turn his head to face her, a million thoughts rushing through him at once. His eyes traveled to the pink saddle-shaped bag, hesitation coursing through his veins.

But, what his girl wanted, she got. Even if it meant walking into the Vandal’s bar with a girly bag clutched in his hand. So, he smiled, and took the bag from her hands.

“Of course, baby,” he spoke. God, he was so whipped, but, he didn’t care one bit.

As they crossed the threshold into the crowded and noisy bar, bag in one hand and her hand in the other, he noticed his friends’ eyes straying down to his bag filled hands.

Laughter could be heard as they approached their usual spot, Y/N smiling and oblivious as ever.

“That’s a pretty purse, princess,” Johnny chipped at Benny. Yet, the man just smiled and took his seat, satisfied at the fact that he, once again, was taking care of his girl.

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Under the Stars - T. Riddle

Pairing : Tom Riddle x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings : Slight use of Y/N, use of the word ‘damn’

Genre : Fluff, or, in which reader and Tom go on a much unexpected date

A/N : Part two of Amortentia is here! Thank you to @vivisandg @cats-and-sheep and @kenobi-baby for requesting a part two! I really am proud of this, so I hope you guys like it as much as I do! Also, two posts in one day, I feel so proud 🥲

Part 1

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It had been a week since Y/N’s fate was revealed to her, a fate which led her straight to none other than Tom Marvolo Riddle. They had talked now and then, he would wait for her and walk her to class, but she felt awkward around him, as though her lips were sown together by the string of her shyness. He noticed this, of course, yet he still put in the effort to talk to her, a fact she greatly appreciated; one which would make butterflies express their wings in her stomach.

It wasn’t until she sat in the library studying, when an opportunity for more arose. As she flipped through her Charms textbook, a folded piece of parchment fell onto her lap.

Confused, she glanced around, yet the library appeared empty. She plucked the note from her lap, and gasped as she read it.

‘Meet me in the Astronomy Tower at 10.

Your dearest,

Tom M. Riddle.’

She didn’t know what to think. He wanted her to break curfew to meet him, but, as she thought about it, she couldn’t help but be curious as to the nature of the meeting. Is this a date? Should she dress nice? Damn him for being so ambiguous in his note.

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Her hands shook as she ascended the steps to the Astronomy Tower. She didn’t know what to expect, nor what would be waiting for her. Her fingers tugged her coat tighter around her frame, a shield against the cold and the nerves.

As she went up the final step, her eyes found the back of Tom Riddle, his figure turned away from her and leaned against the railing. What caught her eye, however, was the hundreds of candles which littered the floor.

He turned to face her, her gasp alerting him of her presence. She was left speechless as her eyes adjusted to the tiny flames, his eyes trained on her and her reaction.

“Do you like it?” He asked after a moment.

“Yes, this is,” she took a beat to find the words, “it’s beautiful,” she spoke as she stepped closer to him.

“I’m glad.” He held out his arm to her, which she gladly took, as they settled on the railing of the tower, his grip on her steady to give her a sense of safety.

The pair stood in silence for a couple minutes, both enjoying each other’s presence too much to speak.

“You know, I- I once read a book in which there was this boy who was in love with this girl, and she tells him that if he wants to be with her, he has to catch a falling star for her, and so he spends the rest of his life trying to catch a star, but, every time they reach the earth, they shatter. And, in the end, she marries someone else and he dies while chasing stars. It’s quite tragic, but, every time I look at the stars, I can’t help but think about how they represent his devotion and love for her, yet it will never be enough, cause every time, it shatters.” She turns to look at Tom, and finds him staring intently at her. “Anyway, that just came to mind.” He kept staring, the corners of his mouth turning up. “What?” She asked, becoming self-conscious by his staring.

He shook his head, “nothing, you’re just,” he paused, “you’re incredible.”

Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she had to break his gaze to keep from melting in front of him. It had only been a week since their discovery, yet she felt as though she had known this introverted boy her whole life. He was nothing like she expected him to be. And she loved it.

“Thank you.”

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The rest of their night was spent talking; they shared anecdotes and discussed literature, and the seconds turned into minutes and the minutes turned into hours.

They found themselves sitting in the middle of the candles, facing each other and laughing constantly.

Once a comfortable silence fell over the two, Tom felt compelled to speak. “I want to ask you something. You are absolutely in your right to say no, I respect you and your answer.”

She began to get nervous at his words, wondering what on earth could be so important for him to word that way. He was always so well-spoken, something she deeply admired, however found intimidating in the moment.

“I would like to take you out. On a date. Again, you can say no. I know it’s only been a week since we began to get to know each other, however, I can’t stop thinking about you ever since that class. It’s as though you have enchanted me, and I welcome it with open arms. I want to court you, if you’d do me the honor.” His words melted her heart as though he was the sun and she was the snow. She was sure she was falling for this boy, and she didn’t want any parachute to soften her landing.

“I would love that,” her words were like honey to him, her soft hand covering his. He took her fingers in his, bringing them to his lips, leaving what can only be described as a most gentle touch, and moving them to his chest.

Serenity took over the two. As he committed her features to memory, he thought he would gladly spend the rest of his life putting together the pieces of a fallen star if it would make her smile.

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