Sweet Little Sugar ✧ Benny Cross

Benny Cross x Fem OC Drabble ✧ Warnings: Short, not a x reader cause it read better with specifics, unedited, sorta a part two to this

"Look at you..."

Annalise smiled softly at Benny's mumbled words.

That damn Benny Cross... He was always so sweet...

He chuckled at the sight; his pretty girl wearing the baby blue dress Johnny's wife had gifted her at the last picnic. And what a gift... Simple, sure, but on her? Benny woulda believed it was a million dollars because that's what his girl looked like.

It was different. Annalise always wore trousers and shirts–practical as opposed to pretty–but here she was. Pretty as a flower and twice as sweet. It was different.

Nice different...

Benny pushed off the pool table that he had been leaning against before meeting Annalise halfway. He stopped before her, the tips of his old boots inches from her pretty white flats. "Look at you..." he muttered again, taking his hands from his pockets as his blue eyes looked her up and down, noticing how the soft blue fabric fell on her form.

From the sweet doll-like shoes she was wearing to her pretty little twin braids, he took her in before he took her hand in his. "Give me a spin, doll," her requested, voice filled with awe.

Annalise let him guide her in a small twirl. The flowy skirt of her dress lifted slightly, and she laughed softly to herself when a few other bikers at the bar gave playful whistles. "Looks good?" she asked to the only man there who's thoughts really mattered to her.

He smiled, pulling her a bit closer and leaning down to brush his lips against the freckles on the back of her hand. "Looks perfect, sugar," he told her, and by God did he mean every bit of it.

Benny's free hand went to her waist and he tugged her just a bit closer. Just a bit...

A smile spread on his face; a bit boyish and a bit sweet. A bit not so Benny Cross; rider in the Vandals; but more like Benny–her Benny, if she'd only have him. "What's a sweet little thing like you doing in a place like this?" Silly–stupid, really, but Benny decided it was worth it when she rolled her eyes. More specifically, when he saw that smile threaten to spread on her freckled face. As if she could hide that with a toss of her pretty green eyes. She could try though. He didn't mind a bit.

Annalise gave his chest a soft couple of pats before whisking him away to the pool table, hand in hand. "Are you in the middle of a game, Benny?" she asked him, eyeing the scattered balls on the green felt.

He eyed her instead, admiring the light in those sweet eyes and the carefree air around her. He liked her like this; happy.

Benny only responded to her once she turned around and looked at him expectantly. He shrugged before releasing her hand, opting instead to drape an arm around her shoulders and pull her in close to his side. "Nah."

The two men he'd been playing with had long since moved to the bar to give Benny and his girl some space alone.

Benny grabbed a cue and handed it to the girl under his arm. She took it and gave it a once over before turning her attention to the pool table. Her head tilted as her eyes moved. No doubt in Benny's mind she was figuring for a good shot.

Smart girl.

Always was.

"Was waiting for you," Benny finished saying before pressing his lips to the crown of her head.

Annalise grinned, a dimple appearing in her cheek like always and Benny fought the urge to kiss that too. Like always.

"You wanna break, babydoll?" he asked against her soft hair.

She could feel him smile when she nodded and that made her smile too. "Course I do," she replied softly.

Course she did. She always loved taking the first shot and Benny'd let her take every first shot. All she needed to do was show up and it was hers.

All she needed to do was show up.

And he was hers.

Sweet Little Sugar ✧ Benny Cross

Warnings: Lots of self-doubt and depreciation from our main girl, not a x reader cause it read better with specifics, mentions of injury but nothing graphic, mentions of abuse but again not too in depth, a couple swearwords lol, not really proofread, kinda long, and maybe an ooc Benny Cross not sure lol

Annalise didn’t have much in life. She didn’t have the looks most men went for, or that’s what her dad told her. Untrendy long brown hair she often kept back in a messy braid rather than the puffy bouffant hairstyles most women her age had. Her dad said she was sloppy. She knew a hairstyle like that would get messed up at work. 

He didn’t like her freckles either. Said the fact she was covered in them made her look unkempt and dirty. He said she was undesirable and nothing like her busty blue-eyed mother. Annalise just liked to think she was average. She didn’t have much in life. Didn’t have a mother no more–only God knows where that woman had run to once Annalise was born. They weren’t too wealthy either; house bit on the simple side, clothes a bit on the worn, out-of-fashion side. Her dad said it was because she was lazy. Annalise liked to think she was doing her best. She didn’t have much in life, like she said. Just had herself, her drunken deadbeat dad, and her best friend who got into far too much trouble. 

A trail of smoke wafted through Annalise’s stuffy old bedroom. She never used to care for the smell, but now she didn’t mind so much. It reminded her of him anyway. Was a bit of a comfort now actually.

“I’m fine,” he insisted, his voice a bit rough from the long silence between them–the disuse. 

He was always good at hiding his pain behind a wall of quiet and a face handsome enough to make a nun swoon, and as hard to read as a dirty secret. But his voice had traces of concealed pain, and Annalise could see the wince he tried to hide when he sat up in her bed.

She coulda scolded him for that; for moving and getting grime on her baby blue comforter, along with cigarette ash. But she didn’t. Instead, she focused on cleaning up the cut on his stomach from whatever altercation it was that he got into. Maybe that was why they got along so good; she and Benny. He was always hurting and she was good at patching people up–lord knows she had plenty of practice with it herself. “I’m telling ya, should see the other guy,” Benny mumbled through his cigarette. His lazy words were met with a disbelieving snort and the press of an alcohol-soaked rag on his stomach. He leaned his head back and took a good long drag of his cigarette. Annalise would’ve said it was to hide the pain, but part of her wondered if he really felt pain or just pretended to. With the amount of times he snuck into her room covered in cuts, bruises, and whatnot she’d assume he didn’t really feel them.

“Well,” she dabbed the wound with care, “if he looks half as bad as you, then I’d say he looks pretty awful,” she mumbled. He chuckled quietly, and Annalise looked up to meet his blue eyes when he did. She looked back down. “What’d you fight about this time? Was it about you wearin’ your colors again?”

That was usually what it was about; Benny refusing to take off his jacket because he was proud to be one of the Vandals, and he was loyal as a dog to Johhny.

Benny chuckled again, dry and rough. She oughta get him some water, she thought, but she continued with his wound for now. He lifted a calloused hand, using it to gently tilt Annalise’s chin so her big green eyes would look at him. “Not this time, sugar,” he assured her.