Clean Laundry - B. Cross

Clean Laundry - B. Cross

Pairings : Benny Cross x Reader

Warnings : Not proof read lol, this is devastatingly short

Genre : Fluff, or, where Benny’s girlfriend does his laundry for him

A/N : Based on an anonymous request, I hope you like it!

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“What the hell?” Johnny’s voice boomed over the rest of the Vandals. Every biker’s eyes fell on Benny Cross, the man stood on the doorway to the bar.

A confused expression graced Benny’s face, eyes looking down to examine himself and see if he missed something. After not seeing anything unusual, he looked back up at his gang mates.

“Are your clothes ironed?” Johnny asked after a minute of gawking at the younger man.

Benny stood silently, his head going back to when his girl washed and, yes, ironed his clothes. Even his denim Vandal jacket was good as new, something which had never happened before.

“Yes,” is all he said, retrieving a cigarette from his pack and lighting it, taking a seat at the bar.

Johnny only shook his head, the other Vandals chuckling and hooting out jokes. ‘Man, this boy is hooked,’ Johnny thought with a smile.

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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

Masterlist

Requests are OPEN

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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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I’m the one sending anonymous requestes about Benny cause I’m shy but also love that u write about him ❤️

Omg hi!!! I love your requests, keep sending them in!! I love writing about Benny, funny enough, I haven’t seen the movie, I only read other fics about him 😂 but I am so happy you’re enjoying my fics!! And, you’re always welcome in my blog, anonymous or not 🤍🤍

lovedddd the amortenia one shot 💕💕 part 2?

Thank you so much, love!! Makes me so happy you enjoyed it :) and part two just droppeddddd 🤍🫶🏻

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 :(