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t h e b i k e r i d e r s
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Benny Cross
cowboy like me ❀
bedridden ❃
clean laundry ❃
pretty, pink bags ❃
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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Benny Cross x reader
When benny hurt his leg and have to stay on bed rest he start to read some of his girl books and jonnhy came to visit and benny is just like “ human mind if amazing”.
Bedridden - B. Cross
Pairings : Benny Cross x Reader
Warnings : Mentions of romance novels
Genre : Fluff? Or, where Benny gets caught reading his wife’s romance novels
A/N : I took a bit of a different route with this request, but I still hope you enjoy it <3
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“Babe, what is this?” Benny’s voice calls out from their shared room. Y/N furrows her brows, confused as to what Benny was referring to.
Ever so careful, Benny had sprained his ankle whilst riding with the club, leaving him bedridden. Obviously, Benny was insufferable. She loved him, more than life, but the man had ants in his pants. He, who was so used to always going for a thrill, was going insane being cooped up in his room.
As she walked through the threshold and into the bedroom, she saw Benny lying on the bed, one of her romance books in his hand. He was concentrated on the pages in front of him, and she couldn’t help but snort at the fact that none other than Benny Cross was reading smut, and seemingly enjoying it.
He looked up at her after a minute, a look of surprise and intrigue plastered on his face. “I didn’t know you read this kind of stuff,” he spoke as he flipped through the book.
“Yeah,” she spoke whilst laughing, “I get bored when you’re not around.” He rose his eyebrows at that, continuing to read the book as though she weren’t there.
Shaking her head, she walked back out to the kitchen, tending to the pan on the stove.
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As Johnny strode into the house, he was shocked by the silence which enveloped the space. As he experienced in the last couple of days, the minute he walked through the door, he’d be greeted by Benny calling him into his room and complaining about his lack of activity and the immense boredom he’s experiencing. Yet, as he looked around the empty living room, he was surprised. He knew the couple was home as he heard the shower running, yet no sign of Benny.
He went ahead and invited himself into Cross and Mrs. Cross’ bedroom, where he was greeted by the sight of Benny. And, in Benny’s hands was a book with a shirtless man and a semi-naked woman on the cover. The realization hit him like a truck: Benny Cross was reading a romance novel.
He barked out a laugh, startling Benny of his presence, the latter quickly attempting to hide the book under his pillow, yet realizing that it was of no use, he had been caught.
“Are you readin’ smut?” Johnny wheezed out.
A blush creeped its way up Benny’s face, a mumbled ‘no’ slipping its way past his lips.
“Oh,” Johnny sighed out, attempting to catch his breath, “wait til’ I tell the rest of the gang ‘bout this.”
Safe to say, Benny would never hear the end of this.
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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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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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