#john bender.

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​.

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​.

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. )

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

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

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.

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.