19 and 24 for benny x the vandals i’m not sure if your taking prompts for them but kinda like the idea of the vandals reassuring benny and making him feel comfortable
prompts / thank u for this omg i hadn’t thought of benny for that prompt list but! u are so right! had to stop after i got to 24 bc this is gonna get too long but dw, def gonna work prompt 19 in once they’re at the bar w the rest of the club. wasn’t originally gonna start this scene here but u made me Think. also just realised this is only benny x johnny but, the rest will join in by the time i’ve finished this!
Johnny wasn’t sure how Benny was going to react. The shopping bag was on Benny’s bed, and what with the pink tissue paper and the loopy cursive on the side, there’s no way Benny wouldn’t immediately know what Johnny was suggesting for tonight. And, really, it was a suggestion. Johnny wanted this, but he would not be disappointed if Benny said no. Actually, he’d be proud of Benny for voicing a boundary, something the kid really needed to work on.
Benny comes back from the bathroom and freezes in the doorway at the sight of the white and pink bag on his bed. Johnny’s sitting in the armchair in the corner, looking at him. He’s expressionless, and Benny doesn’t know what to make of it. He runs his hand through his just-styled hair, gulps, and walks slowly to the side of his bed.
The tissue crinkles loudly beneath his fingertips, and Benny’s breath hitches at the sight of pale pink fabric.
“Bought you somethin’,” Johnny says. Benny nods automatically, still staring into the bag. He moves the tissue paper a little more, sees the ruffled straps, swallows hard. With two hands, he carefully lifts the garment up, the floaty pink… dress? hanging in the air. It’s pretty, Benny notices, baby pink with black thread along the edges, a long thin black bow hanging down in the centre from the neckline. There’s no shape to it, really, but there’s also just — not much fabric. It’s hardly longer than one of Benny’s T-shirts.
“Thought you might look good in it,” Johnny says warmly, softly, as if not to spook Benny. All the same, Benny’s head snaps to the side at the comment, looking at Johnny with wide eyes.
“You want me to,” he pauses, “wear it?” Johnny nods, as if he was suggesting Benny wear a leather jacket or a different belt or something normal and not, well, not a dainty little thing from the women’s section.
“There’s something else in the bag too,” Johnny juts his chin forward, gesturing for Benny to take another look. Benny puts the pink — top? dress? he’s still not sure — down on the duvet and reaches a hand back in the bag. He gropes blindly for a moment, then feels a small bit of fabric and lifts it up. Benny looks down at the small loop of pink fabric, the elastic scrunched small in his hand, a little matching black bow. He looks at for a long moment and oh, he feels heat rising on his cheeks.
“Uh, ’s a garter,” Johnny offers helpfully, as if Benny hadn’t worked it out himself. He puts it down on top of the dress and looks back at Johnny. He’s not sure what he’s feeling, but there’s a weird energy thrumming through his veins. When Johnny had said they’d probably be going to the bar tonight, that it was a closed door night, Benny had put on his favourite jeans (the ones that slung low on his hips so the dimples of his back were visible) and a black muscle tank, had styled his hair all nice (knowing it would quickly be ruined) and he’d felt ready when he walked back to his room from the bathroom. He’d felt confident after rubbing some chapstick on his lips and trimming his moustache a little. Now — now he doesn’t know what he feels. His knees are a little shaky.
Johnny must notice this because he gets up and walks right over to Benny, puts a hand on his shoulder, fingers grazing the back of Benny’s neck.
“You don’t have to,” he murmurs, voice low in Benny’s ear, “There’s no need to rush — we got all night.”
