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Simon Riley x biker!reader HC (neutral reader)
Warnings: short drabble written during the commute to uni, mistakes (as per usual), riding without a helmet (please wear appropriate protection when engaging in dangerous activities), bikers being hot as f..., you can't change my mind
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- you cut him in traffic one day, he has to press hard on the brakes to avoid you, a stream of curses leaving his covered mouth
- he gives chace after you, in a moment of unexepected road rage, so rare to see such raw display of emotion from the mountain of a man
- he catches up to you at a gas station
- he comes toward you with full intent on ripping you a new one
- you take your helmet off and tilt your pretty head in amusement
- he loses it on you
- you just laugh in his face 'bloody right I did. You drive like an old lady'
- he's stunned, never had he get this kind of reaction from anyone, except his colleagues in 141, who are like brothers to him
- he knows he's intimidating
- he knows he could twist your pretty neck right there and there
- but your stance is countering all his desire for violence
- your hands rest on your hips, head tilted, weight rested on one foot, as if to say 'you done?'
- he gets silent, panting with annoyance and adrenaline from earlier
- you huff a laugh and leave him there as you walk inside to pay and buy a snack
- when you return you find a small white piece of rectangular paper
- he left you his number followed by a small drawing of a skull
- you huff a small laugh the audacity
- but you take it and put it in your breast pocket and ride off
- you send him a message
- it's the emoji of a red motorcycle 🏍️
- you don't get a reply until weeks later
- it's the skull emoji 💀
- you smile at that, but don't indulge him anymore
- he has your number now, he can make a move if he wants, you're done chasing after men
- and a move he makes
- another message follows a month later
- no greeting, no sweet talk, just some coordinates and a date and time, little skull at the end
- you grin, it's on, old man
- you meet him there
- there being the most beautiful place in the British isles
- a parking lot at the curve of the road, high up on the hillside
- the city sparkles in the distance
- you seat with him at the wooden bench and table
- you talk, it's a forth an back, light banter fills the night air
- he's not putting pressure on you, he just enjoys your presence
- it's refreshing
- you depart on the promise that you'll see each other again, when he's in town
- a while passes until you meet again
- it's as unexpected as the firs time
- he's just leaving base quietly listening to his colleagues plans for the off time they got
- you're riding your bike stopping at the red light in the intersection
- your bent over position and tight leather suit catch the attention of the men
- one of them, a tall bulky Scott sporting a close-cropped mawhawk whistles in apreciation
- the engine rumble and the music in your earphones prevent you from hearing the lewd sound
- simon spots imediately, eyes shrouded in recognition, an infenetly small change that other wise anyone would overlook
- Johnny has a keen eye and a fascination with his Lt. Making him much more interested in noticing such traitorous change in the stoic man's posture
- Johnny starts commenting on the hooked stare to your form, Kyle's attention piques at that
- but the comment dies on his lips as you turn, visor pointed at the group
- and then you wave at them, at Simon, but the two sergeants don't know that
- not until the massive shadow moves toward you ignoring his companions protests, brown eyes glued to you
- the moment he gets near your bike you pat the seat behind you
- Simon barely has time to get his feet on the stands, grabbing your waist by instinct, which, due to his far taller stature makes him fold his body flush against yours, one hand on the gas rezervoir and one hand snaked around your stomach
- the light turns green and you turn the acceleration lurching you forward
- both Johnny and Kyle remain dumbfounded at the events witnessed, not quite believing the reality at this point
- they turn to look at eachother, shock plastered on their handsome faces
- 'steaming jesus' the utterance hangs in the air
- they will make their personal mission to find out more about the mysterious rider that just whisked their superior from under their noses
The Bikerider and The Nurse
A/N: Hi guys! I'm here with a new fic. I wanted to keep the first chapter short but don't worry, it's gonna be a long ass fic with smut in the future! Let me know if you want to be tagged. Love you xxx
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Warnings: Injury but not detailed so don't worry.
Chapter One
‘’It’s gonna be a long ass night.’’ Elena complained, they were wearing their uniforms for their night shift, Y/N loved the nights, she loved helping people and usually the nights were calm but this night was different. There was a bar fight, the rumor reached before the patients. She wore her white long dress uniform and white pumps, when she quickly tied her hair and placed the white cap she ran out of the lounge. She was the right hand of an old doctor, no one usually liked him because he was grumpy but Y/N admired him because he worked in the army during the WW2 and his knowledge of medicine was beyond anyone she had ever met. Dr. Smith didn’t like most of his colleges because they kept complaining but Y/N was different, she turned up out of nowhere one day and showed her determination for the job and that’s why the old man kept her by his side during any complicated surgeries or important cases. He kept mentioning that she should go back to school and become a doctor but Y/N kindly smiled and said she was happy being a nurse, he knew she could do it, she had the capacity unlike these morons he had to see every day. Dr. Smith wasn’t a stupid man, whenever he asked her a personal question such as her hometown, her parents etc. she was perfectly giving diplomatic answers and then disappearing. No one knew where she was from or anything personal about Y/N but for Dr. Smith as long as she was useful he didn’t mind her back story.
Elena was her friend, over the months they had bounded but Y/N was smart enough to keep her distance, Elena kept inviting her to this bar she and her husband were regulars or the picnics they were having with their friends.. Y/N kept kindly declining the offers but Elena never felt sad or angry. She was few years older than Y/N and she knew that this young woman had a tragic past, she could feel it in her bones so Elena decided to be gentle and never take things personal.
As they were running to the emergency wing Dr. Smith called for Y/N, there was a patient from the bar fight and his condition was more severe than the others so she followed the old man.
‘’Caucasian male, in his late 20s, other than bruises he has a damaged ankle..’’ the other nurse was explaining the situation when Y/N was startled for a second. There was man laying on the hospital bed with his dirty clothes, his dirty blonde hair and mustache was the first details she had noticed, even though he was unconscious he had a stern look on his face, his jaw and high cheeks were sharp looking, he had this thick jacket that one of his ringed hands were holding tight, as she got closer she heard that he was mumbling something… Y/N got closer and bend over the bed to hear him clearly,
‘’Don’t,’’ he was saying, ‘’Don’t take the jacket off.’’
Y/N looked at Dr. Smith, ‘’He doesn’t want us to take the jacket off.’’ She said calmly, ‘’I don’t care about the damn jacket, this man needs surgery right now or he is about to lose his foot!’’ he was right, Y/N knew that she would be in the surgery room assisting the doctor so they took him immediately in. Before the surgery Y/N took his jacket off and put it in her locker, she decided to give it to him once he wakes up.
After the surgery she had found out that the man was Elena’s husband’s friend from some motorcycle club. Elena thanked her for taking care of him and she said that four of them should hang out once he gets better, after Elena hugged her thankfully Y/N held her arm before she left, it was dawn and theit shift had ended, ‘’What’s..’’ she began and cleared her throat, ‘’What’s his name? I didn’t look at the papers so I don’t-‘’
Elena laughed with her signature laugh, she was a cheerful woman,
‘’His name is Benny, Benny Cross.’’
Before she left work she didn’t forget to get his jacket from the locker, she wanted to wash it at home and bring it to the hospital, she had another shift starting in the afternoon.
In the afternoon, the jacket was clean and dry, and she was marching to the hospital. After wearing her uniform she learned which room they took him and she directly walked there. Her plan was to put the jacket there and leave to her surprise he was awake. When she walked in they locked eyes, he was laying there, dark circles under his deep blue eyes, he looked tired. There was a white cast on his ankle and covering his foot. She brought the jacket and put it on the chair next to his bed, no words were exchanged. She gently smiled after that and turned to leave before she heard him.
‘’Thank you.’’ His raspy voice was low, she stopped at the threshold and turned to him, ‘’You’re welcome.’’ She replied shortly and walked out of the room. She loved helping people and it wasn’t the first time she did something for a patient but she felt strange. There was a heavy feeling on her chest, she had to ignore it and get to work. She had to ignore because the last time she had given in to those feelings she had to leave her home and family behind and start fresh. There was a reason why no one knew anything personal about her and she had to keep it that way.
Days passed, she woke up, went to work, did her best and got home. She was used to this routine but Elena had a problem with it. She kept begging to Y/N, inviting her everywhere. They were in the lounge when Elena cornered her, ‘’You only have morning shift right?’’ she questioned her with her deep eyes, ‘’Yes.’’ Was Y/N’s answer. ‘’Then you’re coming with us this evening.’’ There she was, inviting her again, this time Y/N was silent for a while, usually her immediate response was ‘’Sorry but I have other things to do.’’ But this time she considered her options. She was a young woman and she deserved to be sociable in life, she couldn’t always be scared and look back. Y/N said she would be there and she just needed the address, there was a bar Elena and her husband were regulars of. She laughed when she saw Elena’s eyes got bigger by shock, ‘’Really? You are coming?’’ her mouth was open. Y/N laughed again, ‘’Yes. I would love to hang out with you and your husband, he seems like a nice guy.’’ It was about time she faced her fears. She was safe now, no one could harm her, not anymore. Elena gave her the address of the bar.
During the day she helped Dr. Smith, attended small surgeries, she was usually at the Emergency wing. At 5pm her shift ended so she went home, ate and took a shower.
She found herself in front of her bedroom mirror, she wore a dark red blouse and beige jeans with flat shoes, her hair was loose and she did a light make up. She looked at her finished look, it had been while since she went out and she felt powerful, finally her life was stable and she was saving money, making new friends. She looked very happy. She got her back, even gave herself a wink on the mirror and locked her door. She took the bus to the bar.
There were so many bikes outside of the bar she was startled, Elena had mentioned that her husband belonged to a motorcycle club and they would hang out together, the wives and girlfriends, they would have Sunday picnics as well. The door of the bar was wide open and people were coming and going, mostly men. She approached slowly, like a cat. There were some men wearing the same jacket she washed and cleaned for her patient last week, he must be a member of this club. These men were laughing really hard and drinking, she could see shadows through the windows and she found herself taking a step back, should she go in? It would be rude not to, Elena would be very upset… but she could lie to Elena and make up an excuse.. as she was having a mental breakdown a tall man walked passed her, he was limping a bit. He had dirty blonde hair, he was walking slowly to the bar with one of his hands holding his cigarette. She could only see his back but he looked familiar. When he reached the threshold he stopped and turned to look at her, and that’s when she realized who was this young man. He was her patient from last week, Benny Cross. His blue eyes found her, they shared a brief moment of acknowledging each other, she swore she saw a faint smile on his face and then he walked in.
She noticed that she had been standing there for almost 7 minutes, people started to notice so she looked back at the road and then looked at the bar, a sudden feeling of courage washed over her entire body and her feet took her to the open door.
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