#john bender.

[nostlgic]

oh, the urge to boo rachel right off of the stage was an almost unignorable one. in fact, words creep half way up his throat, but are interrupted when she notices him enter the auditorium. ‘y’caught me,’ he calls out, gloved hands shoved deep into the pockets of his tight denim jeans. tattered red bandana tied around his boot drags across the floor as john moves closer, an omnipresent smirk harsh on his features. what rachel doesn’t know quite yet, is that bender has come to her for help — trust him, he knows that sounds crazy — but it was going to take a little time ( and attitude ) to get that point across. ‘lemme guess — you’re picturing me in my underwear right now,’     @shoreabove​.

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bender takes a shallow drink from his cup, acknowledging that he’d have to snag another from the bar when he felt like sweet talking the tender that never checked his id. for now, he leaned against the wall, shades pushed up into chestnut locks, the boy staring over the crowd of metal heads toward the stage. santa clara had proven to be much more than john had hoped for, at the beginning, not just because of his new friends, but because of the atmosphere. bender didn’t give a shit about a lot of things, but music — that’s something he would always care for.

he’s waiting for someone, and just when he thinks she isn’t going to show up, helena appears beside him, mostly hidden by the dimmed lights around them. ‘there’s a penalty for being late around here, short stack,’ john finally finishes off his drink, wiping away the excess from pink lips with his jacket’s sleeve. ‘pay up,’     @n0t-ohfuckingkay​.

[nostlgic]

girls dating john to piss off their parents > everything else.

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what do you care what I think, anyway?     i don't even count, right? i could disappear forever and it wouldn't make any difference… i may as well not even exist at this school, remember?   ( temp. temp. )

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the embodiment of ‘if i don’t annoy you, who will?’     @shoreabove.

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staring dully at allison, bender’s gloved knuckles press firmly against the table in front of her. ‘counter question-’ he says, annoyed that his greeting was met by absolute nonsense. ‘how many times did your parents drop you on your head when you were a kid? rough ballpark,’

have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?     @heartbetween​.

[slasharch3]

                   grease covered hands work hard against the engine, john’s face scrunching a bit in concentration. he’s always been good with cars, but he’s learned a lot since starting at the garage. more than that, he’s found a home here. he found safety. finally, it seemed like john bender was on the right track. he was still trying to come to terms with the fact that maybe he was good enough to have all of these good things. it’s a learning process, still, after years of being treated like dirt, but john thought he was getting there ; slowly but surly.

he only looks up when the door opens, arm lifting to wipe sweat from his brow before eyes light up at jordan’s entrance. they always did, didn’t they? the moment his heart stopped pounding at the sight of her was the moment bender knew he was dead. ‘ well if it isn’t my very own shakespeare, ’ smirk is set on his lips, john wiping his hands clean before reaching out to put them on her waist. man sits on the edge of the car, looking over jordan’s features with a softness most would not expect to see on his face. ‘ and to what do i owe this pleasure? thought you’d be studyin’ like th’smartass you are, ’     @notvictim.

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starter call.     john & jordan.

           liked  ,  @notvictim​.

                    he can be proud of her, and still feel a bit envious. john doubted he’d ever go to college, and right now it certainly wasn’t an option. but that didn’t keep him from being happy for jordan. he'd always known she’d move on to do great things. bender supposed he would stick with this mechanic thing until something more inticing came around. jude and leann kept him on his toes. not only that, they saved his life, and he thanked them every day by helping them around their shop.

night falls, and john makes his way back to his and jordan’s shared apartment. he’s tired today, has a faded slash of oil across his cheek as he walks through the door. he doesn’t know if she’s home yet, can’t hear her around the space, and so the young man kicks off his boots and makes his way toward the sofa. the moment he sits down, john gives a sigh, leaning his head back on the cushion. eyes close instantly, bender breathing slowly in and out, enjoying the way his muscles and bones melt into the couch. this was still slightly new to him, having a safe place to be. the moments he could enjoy it were the moments he took full advantage of.