.𝔅𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯.

.𝔅𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯.-ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ, HIGHLY SELECTIVE/ private/Friends only ¹⁸⁺ ʀᴏʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʟᴏɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴊᴏʜɴ ʙᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜰᴀꜱᴛ ᴄʟᴜʙ, ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ᴏ.ᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴜ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ.

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"Yeah...it's no big deal." He seemed to shrug it off while she was wrapped around him, though grunting at the squeeze a moment thinking his spine may snap like a twig, taking a breath as soon as she let go, he may have said it was no big deal but really, considering he never had food for himself nor was there anything ever in the house, it kinda was, but Bender insisted in playing it cool. "I get it right huh?"

@acrxmxnal asked: "you're not what i expected..."

His little confession was enough to make her pause mid pencil stroke, eyes fixated on the page on the scratched up tabletop in front of her before her eyes lifted to look at him with a hint of surprise in them. Not what he expected, huh? Blue eyes slowly lifted to look him in his dark browns as if trying to read him for a hint of what he meant before asking.

The assignment she'd been working on was soon pushed away and replaced by the well loved notebook she hauled everywhere, jotting down a quick note, turning the book and sliding it in front of him.

"Well..." He peered at the note fully aware of her inability to speak, his boot kicking at the back of her chair in an attempt to annoy her, causing the chair to rock. "The quiet ones, they never really talk to anyone, not that you can but...you know what I mean...keep to themselves...but they're always the ones you gotta be careful of you know?...." He seemed to mumble at her, rambling more so, clearly high as hell, stunk of weed, and eyes bloodshot, he wouldn't even be bothering to make contact if it wasn't for the fact they had been paired up for a chemistry assignment. "So how are we supposed to do a presentation if you can't....present?"

"Aint that." He grumbled, shoving the smokes back into his pocket before sitting back on his gloved hands, fingers idly playing with the weeds between the cracks in the concrete. "By the time this shitter cools off? it'll be long over...gonna take at least two hours, then the rest of the drive, even if we walk, it'll be over before we get there."

for muses who have drawn lines, and are trying to figure out where those lines exactly are. (or just for people who see a line they think could start something fun!)

"Can I play with your hair?"

"Is this okay?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Can we stay like this?"

"Please. Just for tonight."

"Are we... breaking the rules?"

"No, no, no, no. Hey. To hell with the rules."

"Come home."

"Hey, [petname]."

"Is this enough?"

"Stay."

"Don't... don't do that."

"You think this doesn't hurt me, too?"

"You deserve more than this."

"You didn't sign up for this. For me."

"When... uh, when did you get a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other?"

"I didn't realise we still weren't..."

"I screwed up. I'm sorry."

"The-- I -- I shouldn't have kissed you."

"I hate this."

"You feel so far away. Just 'cause we decided you are."

"This is always a place you can come to."

"I am always going to want you here."

"Don't tell [name]."

"Hey... c'mere."

"You are someone I care about."

"In another life, do you think... we could have...?"

"When was the last time you _____?"

finish the sentence in the inbox

1983.

“Don’t worry about it… We can always try and hitch if it doesn’t start up again.” Not that she'd ever done it, but he didn't need to know that.

Every time her folks had so much as blown a tire her dad had called AAA, but she'd seen it happen in enough movies to get the gist. She figured the part where someone ended up bloody and dismembered afterward was optional.

"Bummer huh?" He leaned away from the steaming radiator, knowing full well what was wrong with the truck from the second it made a clunking sound, his dad having so much trouble with it as well as his own interest in tinkering with vehicles being a large helping factor. Stepping away from it he could do nothing but leave the hood up and plonk his backside down on the curb, rummaging in his pocket for a smoke, pulling out the crumpled looking tickets to the gig, head tilted and probably a little preemptive, a match was struck and a flame held to the tip of the paper setting it ablaze, lighting his cigarette from it before throwing it away to the wind. "You want one?...much else to do out in bum fuck nowhere."