#John Bender x reader

[rwprincess]

Stacked (BenderxFem!Reader --Smut--)

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Word Count: 4.2k

Synopsis: A good girl has gone bad for Bender. BenderxFem!Reader smut, in the library, as the only two in detention.

CW: No plot, only smut; semi-public sex (p in v with condom); virgin!reader; fingering (f receiving); some breast play; pet names: honey, good girl, baby, sweetheart, sweets; mild degredation (verbal); weed mention

You probably would have categorized yourself as a ‘good girl’ before that fateful Saturday of March 24th, albeit one who slipped up just enough to land yourself in that Saturday Detention in the first place. You had made it through most of your high school career without feigning illness to stay home or cutting class, but oh no, the one time you decided to skip was the time you would get caught. It felt like the universe was conspiring against you when Vernon caught you and your two friends sneaking back onto campus through one of the back doors in the East Wing. It was like he knew you had all gone out and was just waiting for you to come crawling back. You immediately lamented to yourself that you should have never let your friends convince you to play hooky, that your life would be over and you’d be suspended for sure. You consider yourself lucky to have only earned Saturday school and had arrived that morning ready to pay your penance and return to your title of ‘good girl.’ That is, until you met John Bender. Since then, you tried everything in your power to toe the line to get as many Saturday Detention slips as possible, knowing he’d be there.

There was just something about him that drew you in, like a spell had been cast over you or something. You knew you should have been disgusted and horrified by the things he said to Claire, but your instinctive side made you feel prickly and hot instead as he questioned her, “Have you ever been felt up? Over the bra, under the blouse, your shoes off, hoping to God your parents don’t walk in?” Your brain took it as more of a suggestion and you immediately imagined Bender doing just that to you, while you’d card your hands through his long, soft brown hair. You were sure your breath audibly hitched but he didn’t seem to notice, his predatory stare locked on Claire as she swallowed hard and answered, “Do you want me to puke?” Of course, she hid her desire better than you did. Or at least, outwardly protested. But that didn’t stop her from getting to Bender by the end of the day and you had never felt the fiery jealousy that broiled in the pit of your stomach until you saw her kiss him and hand him one of her earrings.

There was just something about him, the way he spoke terrible, filthy things, yet it was coupled with a sweet vulnerable side that you couldn’t resist. You kept your distance at first, flippantly dismissing it as a whirlwind crush…at least for that week or so that he was ‘dating’ Claire. It didn’t take long before that fizzled out, though, and your pangs for Bender came back full-force. It was easy to make it seem like a coincidence those first few Saturdays, “Oh, God, I can’t believe Vernon found me cutting class again,” you’d lie. But John was always one step ahead in reading people and figured you out soon enough.

“You again?” He smirked, walking into the library on one warm April Saturday.

“What can I say? I’m spiraling out of control.” You grinned in response, delighted by his attention…and the fact that it seemed to be just you two this time.

“Mhmm. What are you in for this time?” He questioned, making himself comfortable in his seat next to you at his table. You knew where he always sat and maybe just happened to choose the chair next to his, incidentally, of course.

“Smoking.” You say quickly, quietly. Which spoke volumes to your desire to come here, to see him and spend another weekend with him.

“I’ll say.” He eyed you up and down, making your cheeks turn red before you were interrupted by Vernon coming to berate the two of you. Of course, this was one of John’s pre-assigned detentions from when you first met him. Which retort had earned him this one? ‘Oh, I’m crushed’ or maybe ‘Not even close, bud!’, you wondered while biting back a smile at the memory. You loved the way he stood up to Vernon. It had concerned you a bit at the time, as both escalated and became louder, but it also thrilled you to see him question Vernon’s overinflated sense of authority.

“This should not be your role model, Y/N,” Vernon started to come to a close, indicating John, “If you don’t clean up your act, you’ll just be a female Bender.” 

You scoffed in response, “Promise?” You raised a challenging eyebrow and heard Bender snort, only encouraging you more. 

“Watch it, missy.” He addressed you again, slapping down a worksheet that all of you knew wouldn’t get done, but at least he seemed to have learned his lesson with the ‘essays’ after Brian told him where to shove it, courtesy of The Breakfast Club. He exited in a huff and Bender turned toward you.

“You know, he’s right,” he tutted, clicking his tongue in mock-disapproval, “you’re really going to the dark side. Skipping class and now smoking? I don’t know what to do with ya, kid.”   ‘I have some ideas,’ you thought, silently, while eyeing him. “Tell me, did you just have enough of being perfect all the time, or are you just here to see me?” He grinned deviously, trying to tease you, to get a rise out of you. However, he didn’t know that you were committed to the idea of being with him, to putting all the worry and shame behind you. You’d spent enough time here to repel the shackles of conformity and caring, you were ready to flirt shamelessly and see where that led you.

“Little bit of column A, a little from column B,” you admitted, taking pride in the resulting flustered expression from Bender. It was clear he didn’t expect this change from you. While he sat gaping at you like a fish, you stood up and confidently strode away, knowing Vernon wouldn’t be back unless there was some type of commotion. You sat down, leaning against a shelf of books knowing that Bender would eventually come to you and smirked at the thought.

It didn't take long for your plan to have the desired effect: Bender couldn't resist having attention and someone to talk to, after all. What was he going to do, his assignment? No, you knew he wouldn't let Vernon win. He tried to seem nonchalant about it, as if he were just coming over and actually selecting a book and oh my, you just happened to be here! You half-smirked in victory as he took a seat on the floor next to you.

“So what, pray tell, has brought you here today? I mean, I know the literal cause is for smoking, but I want to know the psychology of it. What made Shermer High’s resident good-girl go down this dark path? How did you,of all people, decide to go bad?” He asked, lowering his voice to a husky tone that left an inching heat between your thighs.

“Hmmm,” you hummed lightly in response, his eyes snapping up to your face while they had previously drifted down. “It’s kind of a secret. Do you want to know?” you lowered your tone conspiratorially, then leaned in towards him after he nodded. Your whispering breath tickled the shell of his ear as you admitted, “You. You are what changed and why I’m here today.” You pulled back and gave him a sickly sweet smile, amused by his responsive gulp.

“Was being innocent always an act, then? You seem like you can just turn it off and on, the way you smiled just now.” 

“Hmm, no.” You giggled in response. “It’s just that…when I met you, I found out that being perfect and preppy wasn’t the only way to live. I was so nervous that first day and thought I’d ruined my life. And then I met you. You were just so cool and didn’t overly care what people think.”

“It comes at a price, you know.”

“All of your Saturdays for all eternity, apparently.” You shrugged.

“It’s more than that,” he looked down at the ground. “I’m not exactly Mr. Happy-Go-Lucky.”

“No, I know that,” you replied, “but you’re more free than anyone I know. They all have sticks up their butts.” You said and he laughed. “Plus, I’d be interested in changing that, in making you happy.” You bit your lip, looking up at him with what you hoped was a meaningful expression…that he’d take the hint. 

He seemed to understand what you were implying because his eyebrows shot up. “What--What exactly are you proposing here?” He asked, taken aback. You had seemed as inexperienced as Claire and Allison when he had met you, and he didn’t think that had changed in the last month or so…unless you were lying in the first place.

“John,” you looked at him directly in the eye as you placed a hand gently on his thigh, “that’s up to you really, isn’t it?”

“Fuck,” he whimpered, meeting your stare. He was almost afraid to make the first move, scared that you would reveal it was all a joke at his expense, that it would all end in utter humiliation. But you just batted your long, dark lashes at him and gave that thigh a gentle squeeze, causing him to throw caution to the wind. He quickly grasped your face between his hands and kissed you, roughly. You let out a light moan to encourage him, and he moved his right hand to the back of your neck, pulling you closer and holding you near.

His lips were surprisingly soft against yours and his years of experience showed. You instantly repaid each of his kisses with your own, leaning forward into him, and bracing one of his wrists, wrapping around it with your hand. The way your lips moved in tandem, synching with your desires and your heart beats only made this feel more right. You obliged his curious tongue as it swept along your lip, begging to explore your mouth. You parted your lips softly, your breath intermingling with Bender’s. You broke the kiss a few moments later, pulling back, out of breath. Bender began kicking himself internally, fearing that he’d crossed a line or that you would finally reveal that you were just messing with him. He looked away, dejectedly, but you didn’t let him keep the wrong idea for long. You repositioned yourself and began to climb into his lap. He whipped his head back up, brown irises and pupils growing wide at your bold stance. He certainly wasn’t expecting that. You eased yourself down, your hips resting snugly against his own, pressing your chest into his.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you?” You smirked down at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, resting them along his broad shoulders. “Honey, I think we’re just getting started.” Sure, you lacked experience, but after you drank in that first kiss, you were hooked and didn’t want to---no, couldn’t stop now. You needed more, even though you weren’t sure how far that extended yet. At this present moment, you were willing to fuck Bender in the library today, right here amongst the stacks. In fact, you were kind of hoping for it, but you didn’t wholly want to push your luck. For now, you connected your lips back to Bender’s, thrusting your tongue into his mouth, desperate for the sensation of your tongue colliding with his. The soft pinks flexed against each other as you threaded your fingers through his hair, running your nails softly along his scalp. 

Bender tried to have some restraint. It’s the thought that counts, right? He didn’t want to move too fast or make any assumptions. At first, he had his hands along your face, then arms. He pinned them next to your waist and gave tentative squeezes as you deepened your kisses, but he could only resist for so long and needed to test the waters. He slid his hands down to your butt and pulled you forward, up along his lap, just a bit. You hummed appreciatively against his lips, and he took this as a good sign. He dug his fingers into the meat of your ass, massaging the dough and muscle there. His touch made you instinctively roll your hips forward, the sharp bones digging into him and creating an aching friction. He groaned as you pulled away and started to kiss down his jaw to the tender skin of his neck. “Are you---sure---you want this?” He panted out, trying to regain his breathing from your previous kisses to his lips. You only answered with a gentle tug to his hair, pulling his head back just enough to give you more access to the crook of his neck and his collarbone. Another lust-filled groan left his lips, urging you to continue. You could feel your desire dampening your clothed core, causing you to give another roll of your hips, which in turn caused Bender to buck upwards. Combined with his tight grip on your behind, you could feel the straining bulge growing beneath you, yearning to touch you. You smirked into his neck before you pulled back, stopping all sensation. You almost could have sworn you heard him whine in protest.

“You’re surprisingly quiet,” you mused. “I thought for sure you would have a million filthy things to say.”

"Honestly, I'm still a little in shock that this is actually happening," he confided, opening up in a rare moment of vulnerability. "You have no idea how much I've thought about this. About you. I'm not convinced it isn't a dream."

"Mm. Something to pass the time in another lonely Saturday detention?" You purred in response, tightening the grasp on his shoulders.

"Yeah," he licked his lips, eyes scanning your face and lowering down your body, "something like that." 

"Don't worry, baby, it's real." You chuckled darkly, bending to kiss his neck again, "and I think I have some idea how much you've thought about this," you ground down against him, indicating your awareness of his hardness, but also added, "because I've thought about you, too. Every. Night." The implication had his mind racing and he gripped you fiercely, placing a rough kiss to your lips. 

He couldn't contain himself much longer, and wanted to oblige your fantasies as well. His hands roamed your body with intense fervor. His touches were no longer hesitant, they came to you with a needy, almost bruising force. He palmed your breasts over your shirt, before squeezing them harshly, causing you to let out a mewling whine. "Please, John. More," you panted in response. His deft hands quickly slid up your shirt, eager to please, and snaked under the silky fabric of your bra. He relished in the warm squish of your skin and plucked one of your nipples between his index and middle fingers, sliding it down into the curve between. "Yes," you whispered in a high-pitched moan, which crumbled to a deep and gravely tone as Bender's teeth sank into your neck. 

He started to unleash his other hand, trailing down your stomach to the button of your jeans. When you didn't protest, he clicked them open quietly, tugging the zipper down gently. He dipped his hand into the spot he had made available, feeling you over your panties. "Fuck, you're so wet already," he groaned against your ear.

"It's cuz I want you … s'bad." You whined in response, desperate for him to touch you, to give you some kind of relief. 

"You're sure?" He asked. He still wasn't entirely certain of your level of experience, even though you were matching him on-par at this point. He was impressed, but still wary that you would call a stop to it, or regret it later. He'd been in those situations enough times. 

"You were just commenting on how wet I am. For you," you pointed out, "please, Bender, don't be a tease." You mocked him slightly, knowing he thought all girls were teases instead. He gave you a gruff growl in response and slipped his fingers wordlessly into your underwear, using the slick from your folds to coat two of his fingers. He slid them into you, easily, causing an electric shock of desire to jolt through your whole body. It was so different from the touches you had administered to yourself while thinking of him. So much better. 

"Don't ever think that John Bender doesn't deliver, sweetheart," he grumbled against the skin of your neck, making sure he was close enough to your ear for you to hear him. Your walls instinctively clenched around him, aroused by his commentary. "Mm, you like that? You like when I call you 'sweetheart?' Or do you just like having my fingers inside you, fucking into you?" He asked, amused. You nodded quickly, which made him chuckle in return, "Well, which is it?" 

"Both." You replied, then moaned loudly as he flexed his fingers in you. 

"God, I love hearing that. Don't hold back, sweetheart. Keep moaning for me. I'll make it worth your while." He said, and you weren't sure what he meant, exactly, but you were eager to find out, so you let out another low moan to encourage him. He delighted you by adding another layer, an insistent thumb that brought circles to your clit, increasing your pleasure tenfold. 

"Mmf! Fuck!" You breathed, arching your back, pushing your hips forward into his touch. "Yes, John. Just like that. Please." 

"Mm. Where did that controlling girl go? Now you're so needy and begging for it." He smirked.

"Shh," you hushed his criticism and bent forward to kiss him hungrily, tiny breathy moans escaping from the seal of your lips as your orgasm started to build. You bucked against him, riding his hand to seek your high, hands now tangling in his hair. You pulled back to whisper, "I'm so close, John. Please. Please make me cum."

"I told you, baby. I always deliver." He quickened his motions to bring you over the edge and you called his name, feeling it echo in the otherwise silent library. He stroked you a couple more times before slowly pulling his fingers away, letting you come down. "If you think you can stand, I wanna show you even more." He raised an eyebrow at you and you nodded, complying immediately. He was right, your bold nature was gone, replaced by a submissive nature that only focused on the desire for more. You stood up quickly, awaiting directions. "Turn around and grab the shelf." He commanded, climbing to his feet, giving an amused huff of a laugh when he saw how quickly you obeyed. He rummaged around in his wallet for a moment, procuring a condom and holding it in front of your face while he stood behind you, close enough that you could feel his erection brush against your ass. "I want to fuck you. Is that alright, sweetheart?" 

"God, please, yes." You rubbed your ass against him, seeking friction and he laughed again. He tugged at your bottoms, shaking them down your thighs in preparation, then pulling his own down. You heard the rip in the foil and gulped. You were still keen to do this, you needed him inside of you, but your heart pounded in fear and you paused for a moment. "John? I've…I've never done this before. Please, take it easy on me." You confessed and felt your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. 

"Mm. With how good you've been, you could have fooled me." He mused, running a hand down your side, making you shiver. He leaned forward and you could feel his chest pressed against your back as he nudged his chin onto your shoulder. "Don't worry, sweets. I'll take good care of you." He purred back. Yours was not the first virginity that John Bender had claimed, and you were pretty presumptive of that fact. "Bend forward just a little more," he recommended, and you complied. "Good girl," he hummed, making you feel another wave of wetness flood your core. 

He grasped himself in one hand and led his controlled tip against your folds, allowing your arousal to lubricate the condom as he ran it down the shaft. "I'll go nice and slow, baby. I won't hurt you…unless you want me to." You pressed back against him, his words making you feel anguished for contact. He laughed lightly at the effect he had on you, and gently grabbed your hips to steady you. "You ready, sweets?" He asked and you nodded vigorously before feeling him enter you, stretching your walls slowly to accommodate him. It wasn't painful, but a bit uncomfortable as he inched his way in. You'd never felt so full before and it was definitely something you had to get adjusted to. He was slow and patient, as promised, letting you get used to each bit of him before adding more. "You doing alright?" He asked and you nodded. "Good, 'cuz you are so fucking tight, I wasn't sure," he growled and you instantly felt dizzy with desire. He finally had reached the hilt, having pushed all the way into you. "I'm gonna start moving. I wanna fuck you, okay, baby? You tell me if anything doesn't feel right." 

You nodded again and let out a pathetic, "Please, fuck me, John," that made him want to turn feral, but he remembered his promise. He'd take it easy on you…this time. 

He pulled back and gently reinserted himself. "You drive me fucking wild, saying shit like that. You know that?" He asked and you mewled at the feeling of him filling you back up, gripping the bookshelf just a bit tighter. "All you ever had to do was ask, sweetheart. I've been dying to fuck you six ways from Sunday since we've met. You're so, so pretty," he started to pick up the pace with his words, withdrawing and then pressing back into you, "with those big eyes and their fuck-me stare. I was hoping you wanted me. That I wasn't just imagining it. I thought, oh no, a good girl like that can't be into me. Too innocent. Too sweet. But I was wrong, wasn't I? Deep down, you're just as filthy as me. Begging to be fucked in the library? Because you have detention for smoking? My, my." There was that dirty talk you longed for. 

"Mm, yes. I wanted you so bad. From day one, John. I---" you gasped as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, "had to have you." He pulled out and plowed back in with a renewed force, spurred on by your sultry confessions. You moaned and dropped your head forward, feeling your legs beginning to quake. It was so hard to keep yourself upright while he talked to you the way he did, and while he fucked into you with unbridled desire, possibly as strong as yours. You began to see stars as he brought one of his hands around to the front, running a finger against your swollen clit. You could feel heat radiating off him as his chest pressed against your back, tightly fucking into you and keeping the perfect pressure on the sensitive bud. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, groaning his name. 

"Yes baby, take it just like that and say my name. Fuck, you feel so good."

"Jesus, Bender. You feel even better. I'm close."

"Ohh yeah, baby. Cum on me. Cum while my dick is buried deep in that tight little pussy. Make me cum for you." He grunted out between thrusts, making your head spin and your body lose control. With a final loud moan, your walls clenched around him in your release. 

"Fuck, fuck, John! S'good. Please cum for me, baby. I want you to feel good, too." You muttered, feeling nonsensical in your words, but he still responded.

"Don't worry, sweets. You're making me feel amazing. Won't be much longer, with a pussy this tight and good. I'm almost there. Hold on, hold---" he couldn't finish his thought as he reached his climax as well, digging his fingers into your hips with a bruising force, snapping his own hips up to chase the sensation of his high and you cried out at the sudden burst of friction, taking him deeper in than before. He stilled for a moment, catching his breath and coming back down to reality, surprised to still find you there and to know this wasn't just another wet dream, his subconscious reminding him of what he couldn't have.

He kissed the side of your neck before pulling out of you all too quickly, the fullness replaced by emptiness. You immediately pouted, glad you were turned away from him so he couldn't see the effect he had on you. He was zipping up as you stopped to pull your own pants back up your legs. 

"That was…amazing. Jesus Christ, Y/N, you've been holding out on me," he teased and you pushed him gently. "Ho hum, what to do with all these hours left?" He asked with a smirk.

"I could think of one or two things," you raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well, I do need some time to recuperate," he said, pulling a baggie of weed from his front pocket, "you down with just this for now?" He offered.

"Whatever you want, sweets." You purred at him, kissing him on the cheek. 

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[inkheartedwanderer]

what friends are for || the breakfast club

tbc x reader // mostly allison and brian bc losers unite (platonic!)

content: a small snippet of monday morning after detention. 

word count: 2.3k

“I don’t have any friends…”

“Well, if you did?”

“No… I don’t think the kind of friends I’d have would mind...”

Allison’s words resonate in your brain as you walk up the stairs and into the busy entrance of Shermer High School on Monday, March 26th, 1984. Waves of people swarm around you, as you make your way towards your locker, down the hall and to the right; the buzz of the early morning ringing in your ears like the static from the broken radio of your car. It’s a stark contrast to the emptiness these same corridors held just two days ago, and it almost feels like Saturday was a fever dream, hazy and overwhelming.

But everything that went down on Saturday was real -the screaming and the crying, the accusations and the confessions. The bonding. The fleeting illusion of a budding friendship with five other kids, all of you so different from one another, but so similar in one too many ways, all of you broken and lost. A part of you wants things to go back to normal, ignore the people that now know too much about you, more than anyone else ever has. Another part of you, a corner of your heart, small but pulsating like an open wound, wants to prove Claire wrong, prove her that the perfectly constructed social hierarchy of Shermer High means nothing if you just try. 

You don’t have as much to lose as Andy or Claire herself, but you don’t have as much to gain as Brian, Allison, or even Bender, either. People know you. People like you. You’re nice. Or you were, before you punched your best… ex-best friend right in the eye (and right in front of a teacher). But she had it coming, after her continuous not-so-subtle snide remarks about your problems at home that morning, the reason why you try so hard to be a good student, a good person, even if you slip from time to time. 

Your white sneakers squeak against the linoleum floor when you turn around the corner and the first thing you see is her in front of her open locker, applying concealer above her cheekbone with gentle pats of her middle finger; she’s surrounded by the other girls in your group, who are loudly asking her about the bruise that adorns her pale face. She won’t tell anyone it was you and you know it, but you’re unsure she’ll let you come near her and your friends anymore. Her eyes meet yours and her face hardens in a second. It’s obvious you’re not welcome. You would care, but it’s not her you are actually looking for.

A voice, gentle but firm calls you from behind. You look over your shoulder. Soft, meek Brian is gingerly making his way towards you, poorly hiding his nervousness as he approaches. You offer him a smile and turn completely, waving as he stops in front of you. “Hey, Brian.” He visibly relaxes at your tone, his lips turning upwards, braces on display. “What’s up? Did you have a nice Sunday?”

He nods vigorously, happy that you haven’t ignored him. Not that you would’ve before, but he doesn’t know that. “I studied for the Math exam we have on Friday, then started reading a new comic book. I’m almost done with it.”

“Cool.”

A few seconds pass and Brian shifts his weight from foot to foot. He looks at his shoes, then steals a glance your way. “That’s a nice sweater,” he points at your light purple knit jumper “it looks good on you. The yellow one from Saturday was pretty, too.” You nod and look at him expectantly, in teasing silence, biting the inside of your cheek trying to hide a smile. There’s a faint pink tint dusting his cheeks. You’re pretty sure he has a small crush on you, and he’s so obvious and awkward about it that it’s endearing. 

Brian clears his throat and turns to his left, pointing to a group of boys huddling together around a locker a few feet away. “Those are my friends.” He says, matter-of-factly. They are staring at you like you’ve got two heads, somewhere between fascinated and terrified. You share a few classes with one of them, a tall and lanky guy with thick-rimmed glasses who talks very fast.

“Right,” You wave at them, “I know Freddie.” The boys wave back with hesitancy, studying Brian and you with cautious eyes. 

“That’s awesome, then.” Brian claps his hands together, leaning in confidentially. “They say it’s cool if you want to join us for lunch. You’re welcome at our table. Today or whenever” He smiles, pleased with himself, proud that he didn’t stutter while talking to you.

It isn’t hard to agree, considering you are now virtually friendless. “Sure, why not?” You say, sounding more nonchalant than you feel. And Brian’s face lits up, eyes twinkling under the fluorescent lights. You know what he’s thinking. Suck on that, Claire. Screw cliques. “Listen, have you-” The bell rings loudly, its grating sound piercing across the hall and signaling the beginning of the classes. You tsk and hold the boy’s arm before can walk away. “Have you seen Allison?”

Brian, who is trying to go back to his friends before they leave without him, stops in his tracks and looks at the ceiling, retracing his steps since he arrived at school earlier this morning. “No, I don’t think I have.” You drop your hand, let it fall against your jean-clad thigh in defeat. The crowd is dispersing and she’s nowhere to be seen, not in this hallway, at least. When you sigh, Brian speaks again. “She won’t be hard to find, though. If you do, tell her to come, too. For lunch.” And after giving you a thumbs up, he turns around and leaves.

                                                         -

It’s during the long break between the third and fourth periods that you manage to find Allison. She’s alone, pressing against a locker in the far corner of the arts hall near the library, clutching the strap of her grey bag with a death grip and looking intently at everyone passing her by.

Although she’s wearing all black again, an ink stain in an ocean of bright red lockers and yellow walls, and dark liner around her eyes, you notice as you get closer to her that she’s pinned her bangs back with two small hairpins.

She gasps when she spots you, a deep inspiration that shakes her whole body, and her smile is timid when you reach her side. Yours, however, is wide and sunny, and her face brights up like a child’s, a silent hello falling from her lips.

Two days earlier, when Allison stated softly I don’t have any friends, you swore your heart broke a little. Sure, she was a bit weird and showed questionable eating habits, but by the time you all sat at the back of the library to talk, you had grown fond of the girl; and it made you indescribably sad to see the deep loneliness in her eyes. You’ve come to school this morning determined to change that. You’re still not sure how you feel about her knack for lying, though.

“Hi,” You chirp, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“You have?” Her tone is awestruck, like she can’t believe anyone would look for her, and she’s breathing very hard.

You laugh. “Yeah, I tried to catch you this morning, but the bell rang before I could.”

The girl nods very slowly, taking in your words. Her smile grows bigger, more genuine and less tentative. “I was late today.” She touches her hair inadvertently, patting her short locks where they are pinned back.

“I’m digging the new look.”

Allison looks like she’s on the verge of tears (happy, you hope) when she thanks you with a choked voice.

You’re about to speak when a loud voice makes you jump.

“Well, if this isn’t the slugger and the freak.” 

Rolling your eyes at the nickname, you look over Allison’s shoulder. John Bender is sauntering towards you with a smug smile and his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket. He’s put a cigarette behind his ear, which is adorned with a shiny diamond earring. He’s got a slightly chaotic energy about him that used to make you nervous before you got to officially meet him, but now it’s easier for you to spot the mischievous -if not playful- gleam in his eyes when he’s trying to be amicable. 

“That’s rich coming from you.” You still haven’t mastered the art of deadpanning, but you try. “Broken any laws lately?”

Allison snickers beside you, face towards the floor but eyes bouncing from him to you. 

Bender squints, then makes a noise, a mix between a snort and a cackle. “Not yet,” he mimics your mock shock expression, “but t’s still early, sweets, don’t worry.” With a two finger salute, he begins to walk backwards, away from you. “Don’t punch anyone today.”

He makes a scene, demanding attention, tall and boisterous as he jumps and hits a banner that’s hanging from the ceiling. It wrinkles with a loud crack and comes off on one side. John lands too close to a group of girls, getting a fuss from them. 

“Look!” Allison nudges you and directs your attention towards one of the girls. Leaning on one shoulder against a locker, with her fiery red hair shining like silk and her pink lips pursed, Claire is staring at Bender with such intensity you’re afraid she might burn a hole in his jacket. Whether that’s good or bad, you’re not sure; but the smug smirk that spreads across his face when he makes eye contact with her tells you that’s exactly the reaction he was expecting.

You turn your attention back to the girl beside you, her brown eyes trained on you, blinking slowly. A bit weird, but who cares, you think. “So,” you begin, placing your hand on her elbow, gently, “Brian and his friends say we’re welcome to sit with them today, in the cafeteria.” Her eyes go wide and she makes a noise at the back of her throat. Feeling encouraged, you link your arm through hers and begin walking slowly down the corridor. “I think it’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, I think so.” She seems somewhat nervous, but lets you lead the way without resisting. “Did he really say I can go too?” 

“Of couse! He explicitly told me to tell you.”

Allison beams, squeezing your arm with cold fingers. 

Some people give you a few weird looks as you walk past. Others know you and wave, although their eyebrows furrow in confusion, surprised that your best friend isn’t by your side, puzzled that the resident weirdo is.

The wrestling team is gathered around a drinking fountain, a rowdy group of clean-cut boys in matching blue letterman jackets, making it hard not to notice them. Andrew’s piercing blue eyes find Allison without trouble, and he looks at her like a lovesick puppy when their gazes meet. His smile is timid when he nods, more valiant when the girl waves at him.

He hesitates for a long second as you two approach, getting closer to them and closer to walking away; and, with a surge of courage, steps in front of you and speaks lowly, voice full of warmth. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Allison looks at the floor.

“You look lovely.” It’s barely a whisper, but the girl’s cheeks turn hot pink and you smile. You’re not usually a fan of being a third wheel, but they’re both so nervous you can’t really say anything, can you? 

Andrew isn’t paying attention to you, completely focused on Allison, tracing her face with his eyes, smiling dopely. He takes his hand out of his pocket and offers her a piece of white paper, wrinkled and torn from a notebook. “I wanted to give you this. Call me, will you?” And steps back to his spot at the back of his team as if nothing had happened.

His number is neatly written with blue ink, a small smiley face at the bottom of the note. When you giggle, Allison giggles with you.

“I think he likes you.” 

“Shut up.” There’s no bite or malice in her words.

“It’s cute.” 

“Should I call him?” She’s staring at the piece of paper as if it were made of gold.

You’re escandalised. “Of course! Call him today after school. The wrestling team doesn’t train on Mondays.” 

“What do I say?”

“Well, first you say hi and- hey,” an idea pops into your head like a lightbulb turning on, “what if I go over today? To your house. I can help you figure out what to say and then I’ll let you call him by yourself.”

Her brows crease in the middle. “No one’s ever been to my house before.” She says it slowly, almost void of emotion.

Oh. You have a good idea of how awful her parents were -they own a big house, pretty but cold, and never pay their daughter much attention. Maybe you have overstepped. Maybe Allison dislikes visitors as much as you do. Maybe she avoids her place if she can, too.

But then she nods slowly. “But if you want to help me, I’d- I’d like that.”

You sigh, relieved, when she speaks again. Uncertain, confused, trying to figure you out. “Why would you do this for me?”

“Mmmh,” you rub her arm, “that’s what friends are for, Allison.”

“Friends?” You nod and think you’ll say it as many times as she asks you to just to see her like this again -she seems happy, happier than you’ve seen her before. You recognise the twinkle of hope in her eyes, the apple red excitement on her cheeks. The realisation, she doesn’t have to be alone, not anymore. 

                                                  🌷 🌷 🌷

a/n: Is The Breakfast Club fandom active at all? I hope it is, because after this year’s rewatch I have a lot of feelings. I’m sorry about my bias for our two losers here, I love Allison and Brian so much ♡♡♡

Thank you for reading! Likes, reblogs and comments are welcome and appreciated :) ♡

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Poly w/ Bender and Andy??

What It Would Be Like In A Poly Relationship With John Bender And Andrew Clark

Paring: John Bender x gender neutral reader x Andrew Clark

Movie: The Breakfast Club

Summary: As the title says, this is what it would be like in a poly relationship with John Bender and Andrew Clark

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of violence

Word count: 2,602

(Sorry if this is really bad, I’m not too proud of this and this is my first time writing in a long time so if its bad, thats why.)

It was extremely obvious and a very well known fact that you had a slight thing for both of the boys; you were very outward about your attraction towards them, not in any way shape or form trying to hide your affection. You flirted with the two of them almost all the time: you winked, smiled, and you would often place your hands upon them while having a conversation, wether that be on their arms, chest, or fingers, your palms always seemed to be placed on them. Your confidence and straight forward attitude is what caused them to fall head over heels for you. Andy often day dreamed about bringing you along with him to his tournament’s, accompanying you to the mall, and inviting you to hang out with his friends, while John imagined you as his plus one to house parties, brining you to tons of metal concerts, and getting high with you in the school parking lot. You were on their minds almost 24/7, the blond often thought of you during his wrestling practices, causing him to space out and get yelled at by his coach as a result, and John was finding it hard to keep up with his whole bad boy facade when even the thought of you slightly lingered through his brain, a small smile slipping across his lips before his face turned a light shade of pink.  

If you thought they argued a lot before, well boy were you wrong. Constantly observing as the person they were both deeply infatuated with flirting with another guy always made them furious. It caused many fights, be it physical, verbal, or both, they were always extremely heated and violent. Fist fights often erupted between the two of them, maybe John looked at Andy the wrong way in the hall or Andrew flipped off John during lunch, whatever it may have been, they quickly came to the realization that the whole situation had transformed into a complete competition for your love, a battle that sparked an even deeper hatred between the two. Their shared loathing for one another and their constant fights and brawls made the thought of each other start to appear into their brains much more often. Andy was always thinking about Bender on his way to school, gripping his backpack with extreme force as he stared out the window, glaring at almost everything in sight as he thought about the brown haired male and how much he despised him, and John wasn't much better: he started to explode at teachers more often due to his pent up anger, yelling at adults while he kicked over furniture as he exited the classroom. They had begun to think about one another almost constantly, their lives practically revolving around each other, always thinking about which hall to take or where to sit at during lunch so they would just happen to cross paths.

So, with you as their final goal, but each other almost always on their minds, they started to fight more and more. Why, you may ask, well there is two possibilities, one: They were trying to cover up the fact that they were both a bit into each other by over exaggerating their feelings of hatred, or two: They secretly just wanted a reason to spend more time and to be closer to one another. But what ever it was, these two started to fight over the smallest and things. For example, Andrew had accidentally bumped into Benders locker in the hall one morning, his shoulder slightly nudging it as he walked passed, and John, who witnessed this, from down the hall, practically jumped on top of the athlete. Or, another time, John was actually nice to the blonde, Andrew had dropped his pencil in class and Bender leaned over, retrieving it for him before handing it to the other boy, attempting to be nice and actually form some kind of impartial bond. But John jumped about fifty feet when Andrew just lost it, yelling and screaming at John in the middle of class. In that moment, John vowed, on his own life, that that would be the last time he would ever spare the blonde from his anger. It ended up being a lie, but what ever.

You started to suspect that they not only reciprocated your feelings but also felt something for one another as well when caught one of them staring and admiring the other in the middle of class, multiple times. The look in their eyes definitely was not that of someone who truly disliked someone, their faces were actually the same exact ones you often caught them starring at you with; a smitten and total love struck look written across their features. Johns eyes were soft as he gazed upon Andrew, a small smile creeping upon his face as he observed the way the light casted down upon the boy, while Andrew often zoned out with his eyes glued to Bender, fiddling with the string of his sweatshirt as his vision practically magnetized in John’s direction. This fact didn't cause you to be overwhelmed with a feeling of jealousy or annoyance, you were actually quite thrilled about the occurrence as it worked out amazingly in your favor.

This went on for a while, you flirting with the boys as they fought one another and bickered over you, you would observe them as they glanced at you before glancing at one another, but the day eventually arrived when you finally snapped. The moment you decided to situate the entire messy and confusing affair came when they fought over you in the lunch room, as they always did. John waltzed over to Andrew before preceding to kick a leg out from underneath his chair, the blond toppling over as a result before jumping up from his position on the ground and grabbing Bender by his hair. You were quick to rise from your seat, calmly walking over towards them before separating the intense fight. Once they had finally conciliated they ordered you to pick between them, to decide right then and there who you wanted to be with and demanding you to stop teasing them. But, instead, you simply suggested that you all date. They were apprehensive at first, awkwardly looking up at one another, then back at you before John finally agreed. Andy let out a soothing exhale as relief washed over him, hiding his joy at the thought that both of his love interests had feelings for him. He soon accorded as well.

It took a bit of time for the two of them to become comfortable, slowly relaxing around each other as their hatred for one another slowly diminished over time. At first, they were both extremely awkward whilst together, too nervous to even look at each other and often still fighting and bickering, as they had never dealt with each other in a civil manner. But soon enough, they quickly became pleasant with one another.

The three of you love wearing one anothers clothing items; Andy often wore Johns jacket, walking around town or making his way through the halls while supporting John’s jean jacket isn't an uncommon sight. And some how, he makes it look amazing as well. You often wear Andy’s letterman, as he has practically no use for it anymore. Not only is it extremely comfortable and smells amazing, but it also looks super cute with all of your outfits. His over sized jacket is like the cherry on top of all of your clothes, matching perfectly with a cute pair of shorts or finalizing your white t-shirt. And, although Bender is a bit too large to fit into either of your clothes, he loves wearing your jewelry, often stylizing his outfits with your small, diamond earrings or a metal necklace wrapped around his neck and hanging upon his collar. 

These two love sneaking in through your window during the night. Wether it be for some long over due make out sessions or just the deep desire to hang out and cuddle, one of them always appears outside your room in the evenings, desperately knocking at your window to let them in. And they always seem to run into each other unannounced as well. Andrew may accidentally bump into John on the street or they may cross paths whilst noisily scaling the side of your house, either way, they never seem to plan it when they show up at your home around the same time, it’s just a really odd coincidence.

The three of you often have study dates. All of you get together while dressed in comfortable pajamas, John often wearing a pair of Andrew’s pajama pants while you are practically swimming in one of John’s t-shirts, before you sit down upon the floor, spreading all of your textbooks and homework out on the ground as you work with one another. But, with in ten minutes, you're always the one who ends up tutoring the two of them, teaching them basic math skills or simple grammar as Andrew often doesn't have time for school work, due to both his busy and stressful sports schedule, and Bender just simple doesn't do any of his work on his own time. 

Both John and yourself show up to Andy’s wrestling meets, taking a seat somewhere in the crowded bleachers before cheering him on during his matches. He loves waving or winking at the two of you before going out onto the mat, loving the idea that you guys will be observing him as you happily support him. John always seems shows up a bit late with food though, rushing into the gymnasium with snacks and meals for the three of you before frantically searching for you among the audience. He always brings himself a coke and some cold popcorn, he supplies you with your favorite candy and some sort of chips, and, all though Andrew hates it, he always brings him some sort of really sugary junk food, just to piss him off. 

The three of you absolutely adore going swimming in the summer; you have so much fun dressing in your favorite swim wear and quickly packing a day bag before dashing off to the beach, practically on a whim. The boys love swimming and splashing around in the water, sharing sunglasses as they swim as far off into the lake as they possibly can, all while you observe them from shore. Most of the time, you're sitting upon the beach, usually reading or sunbathing, but every so often, you join them in their water sports, and when ever you do so, finally giving into their begs and pleads, they conspire against you before dunking you underwater. Either one of them will scoop you up into their arms before basically slamming you down into the water. They think it is the funniest thing on the planet.

The group of you don’t often cook together, but when ever you do, it always ends in some sort of food fight. You could be baking cookies, bam, theres dough smeared all over your faces. Cooking noodles, suddenly pasta sauce some how ends up smooshed all over the walls. It’s like full of violent warfare; Andrew will be hiding behind the kitchen counter as John throughs flour across the room, giving you the perfect opportunity to crack an egg upon Andy’s head before Bender catches you and wipes chocolate all over you and your clothes. 

Those boys love having their hair played with. They don’t care if you braid it, comb it, or simply run your fingers through it, it’s like their in complete heaven when ever your hands are on their heads. You often find yourself with your palm buried in Johns hair as he listens to music, or your fingers laced in Andrew’s locks while he’s on the phone with one of his buddies. They practically beg you to massage their heads when ever the three of you are watching television or simply laying with one another.

Ice skating. In the colder seasons, the three of you get together, at least once a month, and go ice skating. John absolutely sucks at it. You and your blond boyfriend watch as your big and tough boyfriend falls on his ass or face plants into the ice about a dozen times. He usually has to desperately hang onto one of you for the entirety of the night, usually grasping Andy’s hand as he’s surprisingly talented at the sport. He rarely slips, usually keeping amazing balance as John and you struggle to glide successfully for two whole seconds. The athlete can even do a few tricks. “Fuck you, you show off.” John will jokingly snap at Andrew when ever he lands some random trick.

You all often go to fairs together; John and you love going on all the rides, your favorite being the zipper, putting all of your effort in attempting to make it spin all the way around, swinging you and John around in your seats causing your hair to fly around the cage. Andrew isn't a huge fan of rides, he’ll accompany the two of you on the ferris wheel or maybe the tilt-a-whirl, but thats about it. He hates feeling his stomach drop or when his anxiety gets so bad he’s shaking, but worst of all, he hates getting sick, despising all rides that may include spinning him in circles too fast or hang him upside down for a long period of time. And because of this fact, he often stands around, chatting with a few of his acquaintances while he waits, even offering to win prizes for you and John. He always secures a large stuffed animal for you and gains some sort of band poster for Bender. 

One time, the three of you got together at Andrew’s house and had a movie night, arguing over what movie you should view while you cooked popcorn, gathered some candies, and poured three cups of soda. You finally accepted the fact that you’d be watching Die Hard against your will. But, within twenty minutes of the movie that they had so desperately wanted to view, the two had absolutely passed out; Andy, exhausted from wrestling practice, had his head placed upon your lap, quietly snoring to himself as his hand grasped at your knee. Bender had his cheek squished against your shoulder, causing his mouth to fall open as his hair hung in his face. You had to pee extremely bad, but you excepted the fact that you weren't rising anytime soon as you didn't want to wake the boys, so you allowed your fate to slowly creep up on you as your hands found their way to their hair, twirling their locks between the pads of your fingers as you watched the action film.

Finally, these two would definitely fight someone due to you, in fact, they already have. The two of them had walked into gym class one day, their eyes quickly scanning the room for your figure before their vision landed upon some kid shamelessly flirting with you. They could read the look of absolute helplessness drawn all over your face, your eyes frantic as a small frown grew across your lips. This random dude obviously was unaware of the fact that you were dating two of the toughest guys in school, because if he had known, he wouldn't have made such an obvious mistake. Anyway, the look on the boys face was priceless when your boyfriends practically spawn out of nowhere before beating his disturbing ass. 

#Andrew Clark simps unite #John Bender simps unite #Andrew Clark #andrew clark x reader #john bender x reader #the breakfast club #1980s #80s #John Bender

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery

warnings: swearing, mention of scary movies, johns dad is abusive

I pulled my blanket up a little more as I tossed another kernel into my mouth. My room was only lit by the tv screen and the neon sign hanging in the corner of my room. Jumping a little at something that happened on the tv, I let out a quiet laugh at myself. There was a knock at my window that had me jump and nearly upend the bowl of popcorn in my lap.

“John!” I exclaimed as I went to open the window. He smiled at me as he started to climb through. “You asshole!” I smacked his arm and John rubbed it, scrunching up his nose playfully and muttering in fake pain.

“Nice to see you too babe.” He grumbled as he climbed onto my bed, grabbing some popcorn. He watched me as he ate, raising an eyebrow and snickering when I finally gave up glaring at him and climbed onto the bed next to him. “Whatcha watching?”

“some horror movie that was on.” I shrugged. John nodded as he picked his arm up so I could curl up next to him. “I can change it if you want…” I jumped as John tightened his grip on me.

“no it’s alright.” He said before he kissed my cheek. “As long as you are alright with it.” His eyes scanned my face as I jolted again, hand flying out to grab johns flannel. He nodded and reached over to my nightstand for the remote. “Right. Ok. We’re going to find something else to watch.” I buried my head in his shoulder as the movie got more gory. John rubbed my back as he flipped through the channels to try to find something that wasn’t a horror movie. “Damn October. Ok. Alright. It’s animated but I mean.” He shrugged and I peaked out from my hiding spot.

“oh. Yeah. That’s good. You’ll hate it.” I said with a small laugh. John kissed my forehead and rubbed my back again.

“then it’s perfect.” John settled against me and pulled the popcorn bowl into his lap as we settled in to watch.

“not to be…” I turned to look at John and shrugged. “But why are you here?”

“my dad.” John said, eyes still trained on the screen. “I’m going to have a bruise on my arm and stomach tomorrow by the way. Don’t want to wake up and see you staring at it.” Johns eyes flicked over to mine for a second before going back to the screen. “Detention again Saturday. Meeting up with Allison I think. Everyone is going to meet up at that pizza place on Irving if you wanna go.” I nodded and turned back to the tv.

“what did you do this time?” I asked with a small laugh. John chuckled and tilted the popcorn bowl towards me.

“insulted Vernon’s wardrobe again. And his office.” I sat back to look at John. He smiled at me.

“his office?” I asked, John nodded with a smirk.

“Yeah. His design choices.” I cocked my head and John leaned forward. “Oh come on. Don’t tell me you never noticed the sports illustrated swimsuit calendar?” I thought for a second before shaking my head. “He’s got one. I’m gonna steal it Saturday.”

“really John? And risk another detention?” I asked.

“of course. Something like that has no right being out in the open. It should be in a locker. Like every other self respecting high schooler has it.” I laughed and fell back against John. He wrapped his arms around me and laughed with me.

“ok. Ok. Just try not to get caught.” I asked, knowing that he would still get caught no matter what he did.

“I can’t make promises sweets.” John responded. “But I’ll do my best.” We settled back against each other and enjoyed the rest of the movie.

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John Bender relationship hc

Requested HERE

Tags: fem!reader, 80’s setting, John is cute, and also kinda feral, like one mention of sex?

Authors note: omg it’s been too long since I’ve seen the breakfast club ): no but also there’s no fics for any of them? Literally?? They’re so underrated. It was kinda hard to write ngl, like we don’t really get that much info on them in the movie haha I hope this is readable tho

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oh man 

He is so goddamn emotionally unavailable you wouldn’t believe it 

He’s pretty self destructive too and pretty quick to act out 

You probably met him in detention 

He immediately noticed you, tbh he thought you were hot as fuck 

He wanted to flirt with you but his idea of flirting is.. interesting 

Low key just bullied you for the entire day 

Affectionate bullying? 

You thought he was super annoying, but also couldn’t deny that he was hot 

He literally doesn’t shut up, it’s kinda impressive how he never runs out of dumb shit to say 

He acted up a lot more than normal during that detention, yk trying to impress you and all 

It low key worked

No but like he really only have two moods 

Annoying or gross 

After bullying you didn’t seem to work, he started making sexual innuendos 

Honestly he would find it so hot if you stood up for yourself and put him in his place 

It probably wouldn’t work, but he would be very ecstatic lmao 

When detention finally ends, he sneakily tries to ask you on a date 

By which I mean, he said “Hey sweetheart, I know this reallyyyy nice motel not too far away. How ‘bout we rent a room?” 

You didn’t even respond, just rolled your eyes and walked off 

It now becomes his goal in life to take you on a date 

He “accidentally” bumps into you in the hallways at school the next day 

He’s a goddamn loudmouth, sometimes he just can’t help himself from saying dumb shit so the first few times he asks you out.. don’t really go well 

He feels like he has to upkeep his bad boy persona

He tries to be even louder and more reckless around you, bc he assumes you’ll only like him if he keeps up with his reputation 

Eventually you tell him that you actually like him more when he’s just himself and he’s just mind blown 

He literally went :0 

When you first start dating he really has to get used to physical affection 

He has only experienced physical touch in a sexual or violent manner 

So when you just simply hug him, he’s stunned 

You held his hand once and the man was too stunned to speak 

Please just pet his hair 

I mean, have you seen how luscious it is 

You’re the first person to genuinely understand him and communicate with him 

His whole life he’s just been bossed around by his dad and authority figures 

So he falls for you, hard. Like, the guy is following you around school with heart eyes 

He skips his classes to watch your cheer practice lmao 

(He just wants to see you in a short skirt ngl) 

When he finally gets used to it, he’s a huge pda fan 

Literally doesn’t care where you are, you will sit on his lap and hold his hand 

Even if it’s in the middle of your English class 

This eventually leads to more detention, but to John that’s just more time he gets to spend with you! Yay :D

He’s with you all the time, but will never ever take you to his house 

He’s actually terrified of what his dad would do to you 

Or even worse, maybe he would do something to John in front of you 

John is so scared you think he’s weak for getting beat up by his dad 

Which is absolutely ridiculous, you would never think that 

You also tell him this, telling him that you also think he’s very brave for finally talking about it

If you have a similar home situation he would be your biggest support as well 

But if you have a good home situation, he’ll basically live at your house 

Ngl, he can be quite the charmer when he wants 

He’s really trying his best to impress your parents 

And besides all the times he’s been in the local newspaper for vandalism, they’re absolutely in love with him 

He still has those episodes sometimes, like when he gets too angry at his dad and goes and does something dangerous or stupid 

It always ends up with him hurting himself in some way 

Sometimes he takes his anger out on you, he would never hit you or anything but he can get pretty mean 

He always regrets it immediately after 

After a fight, he feels too shitty to go back to you and apologize 

So he just stays away for a bit, the longest he’s been away is a week 

You legitimately thought he left town or something 

He just hates seeing you cry and feels like the biggest asshole ever

As your relationship progresses, you’d be able to discuss these things with him a bit more 

He’s still very quick to blow up and get angry, but he really tries his best 

After a while, he stops leaving for such a long time, coming back after just a few hours 

You didn’t hear it from me, but makeup sex with John is the best lmfao 

Anyways 

He  l o v e s  it when you wear his big coat 

Sometimes he comes up to you and drapes it over you just because 

He can’t help himself, it’s so damn cute how you almost disappear inside it 

You’re definitely known as John’s girl at school 

Ppl don’t really mess with you, anything is better than having an angry John Bender on your ass 

He would literally do anything for you 

Such a simp tbh 

No but he definitely starts saving up his money, his plan is to buy a place for the two of you after you graduate 

Please just let him wife you up lolol 

He definitely became a lot nicer to other ppl when you started dating too, good job

Hi! Thanks for making it to the end <3

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music hcs for my favs

a/n: ok for the outsiders boys i know greaser music is extremely important in the subculture, i am one myself! but remember you can listen to multiple types of music, as long as some of it still matches the subculture. this is obviously outside of the subculture's music rn

TWO-BIT MATHEWS - oh my gosh he listens to Yung Gravy and Lil Tracy. tell me he doesnt you cannot. also probably throws in some Wham! and Kenny Loggins. imagining him dancing to footloose makes me happy. probably taught his sister how to rap LMAOO

STEVE RANDLE - oh he def listens to 311, Beastie Boys and Limp Bizkit. thinks hes so cool (he is). his fav song is down by 311. listens to Carly Rae Jepsen's call me maybe in private. will occasionally jam out to Madonna as well.

DARRY CURTIS - ahh!!!! darry listens to Boston, Journey and Twisted Sister. classic 80s rock bands. also loves Bob Serger!! mainly listens to rock and soft rock, but i could also see him liking a little bit of r&b, like Whitney Houston or Marvin Gaye.

ANDREW CLARK - my man, my man. can and will go from La Dispute to The Chainsmokers in the same playlist. He listens to both rock and nostalgic 2014 style pop and rap. From Rae Sremmurd and 21 Savage to Calvin Harris and Ellie Goulding to Joan Jett and Warrant.

JOHN BENDER - Bowling for Soup, 311, The Clash and Insane Clown Posse were all in his spotify wrapped. He loves punk and rap. His favourite song is I Fought The Law by The Clash, the title seems so stereotypical but i just think that specific genre and sound fits his vibe

ALLISON REYNOLDS - listens to hippie music and goth rock. her favourite bands are Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Beatles, London After Midnight and The Rolling Stones. She also will occasionally listen to like 2020 tiktok songs idk the genre but like McCafferty, Mother Mother and EllyOtto.

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[matchalattegreen]

Hii! I saw your post responding to the anon asking about other fandoms. And I was wondering if you could do general dating headcanons for John Bender from The Breakfast Club?

Thank you and take your time!! Have a lovely rest of your day 💕

love this prompt!! hope you like it!

Dating Bender hc's

One guess where you met

Yep, it was detention

You got in there for cheating on a test and he was simply serving one of the eight detentions he was given (yes, that's how many it added up to)

You hated him at first. All he did was make bad jokes and look at you in slightly uncomfortable ways

After spending a whole day with him in detention though you started getting used to him... you maybe even liked him a little

He didn't admit it at first but he did too... a couple weeks later though, he told you

You said you'd date him

The first couple of weeks you regretted it

He was an... interesting boyfriend

All he did was make jokes about you and look at you

Eventually though, he realized that wasn't ok with you

You changed him a lot. Because of you he stopped smoking, cussed less, and didn't cut class as much

You didn't tell him to do any of that, he just thought it would make you happy

He has absolutely no problem with PDA. Anytime, anyplace he will put his arm around you, hold your hand, everything

You will switch earrings sometimes (you insist on disinfecting them first though)

If you're ever cold, he's got you. That kid wears so many jackets, all he has to do is give you one and you're both good to go

If he ever gets detention you'll do something to get in there with him

Since there's a no talking rule, you pass notes. It's also just more fun for you two that way

After detention you two always go to a fast food place or something like that to hang out

You obviously could never go to his house to hang out and yours isn't much better so you two have a list of other places you always go to hang out

When you first started dating him you were scared he would try getting with other girls too but he actually hasn't done anything of the sort

In fact, if another girl even comes close to him he'll pull you closer and talk to you softly

If another guy comes close to you he'll drag you away and you'll tell him that you could've handled it but he'll just smile

He actually never talks about any of his exes (ahem, Claire...) but only because they don't matter

You're the best girlfriend he's ever had because you actually care about him

#john bender #john bender x reader #the breakfast club headcanons #the breakfast club

[missmewts]

Ooh how about the breakfast club characters dating someone who's very affectionate n stuff? Like, they dont shy away when it comes to giving kisses and hugs and are borderline clingy lol

affection//the breakfast club

pairings; the breakfast club, gender neutral reader (individual)

rating; pg

warnings; none

BRIAN JOHNSON//the brain

brian loved affection.

he absolutely loved laying on his back in your bed, letting you lay on his chest and draw shapes into his tummy

he’s never had a partner before, youre his first

so whatever he got, he loved

the first time this happened was the first time he slept over

you insisted he sleep in the bed with you, instead of on the floor

“i dont want to make you uncomfortable.” he insisted, eyebrows furrowed

you would smile at him, and pat the bed

and the two of you would curl up in bed together, listening to the beatles and lulling eachother to sleep

ANDY CLARK//the jock

andy hates it in public

he’s very iffy about affection, especially from you

he doesnt want you thinking he doesnt have rock hard abs all the goddamn time

but that’s pretty much inevitable, considering youre a cuddle bug and he cant say no to you

he cuddles with you all the time, but will absolutely not even hold your hand in public

JOHN BENDER//the criminal

john is not into it

the sore spots of his body are often your favorite to cuddle, which leaves him to despise cuddling at night

he tells you its because he overheats at night, because he feels bad turning down your affection

but he does give you the occasional hug, and tons of kisses

CLAIRE STANDISH//the princess

claire is pretty iffy, because she’s never ever been the big spoon

you tell her you dont mind being the big spoon, but she still hates knowing you might, in some impossible universe, be mad at her for not wanting to be the big spoon

claire takes things slow. so if you even think about touching her ass, or chest, or thighs, she’s out.

ALLY REYNOLDS//the basket case

ally doesnt cuddle.

she likes being held, but she doesnt cuddle

she cant stand the feeling of being so loved

she feels like she doesnt deserve all the affection you give her, so she avoids it

and that breaks your heart, but you know theres nothing you can do to help her except take it slow

#the breakfast club #the breakfast club x reader #andy clarke #andy clarke x reader #john bender #john bender x reader #brian johnson #brian johnson x reader #claire standish #claire standish x reader #ally reynolds #ally reynolds x reader #fanfiction #80s

[kurt-hummel-eat-your-heart-out]

John Bendy boy(Bender) with a trans masc reader who comes out to him as trans and he’s like “I knew.” Turns out he had a feeling all along and you tell him your preferred name(let it be known that he will mess up ANYONE who deadnames you.)

Omg I love this idea! @screamfome Tysm for the request I appreciate it from the very bottom of my heart🫶🫶🫶 sorry if this is a little late, I got sick over the weekend😭

John Bender (The Breakfast Club) x transmasc reader

Disclaimers/warnings?: reader has fears of era-typical transphobia, I put like the tiniest sprinkle of angst in here w that. This is written from 2nd person btw. Also relationship between John and reader is platonic in this.

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The creeping chill of winter had made its way into the November air. This thanksgiving break was a much needed one. School had already been dragging you down the moment the year started, so you were always happy when you could catch a break. You were practically in distress at the fact that you were going back to school tomorrow already.

Not only were you dreading this approaching Monday, you were dreading a meet up that you had planned. You’d been the one asking John to meet up, saying that you had something you wanted to talk about. You were the one who initiated it, so why were you tempted to chicken out now?

You couldn’t help but pace around the sidewalk outside the diner you’d told him to go to. If he was really your friend he wouldn’t mind, right? I mean, who would he tell? It’s not like anyone else could see past his intimidation tactics like you had, so it’s not like he would leave you for this. Right?

John was just about the closest friend you’d ever had in your life. The way he understood you was almost indescribable. You and him were one in the same sometimes, it was like you two shared brain cells. The same thought process, similar views on your classmates, the works. You didn’t know how you two did it, you just… worked.

You knew you were pretty much his only friend, so it’s not like he would abandon you. At least, you thought so.

As you paced around, your nerves grew worse. It was no big deal, all you had to do was just… tell him you were a man. Totally casual, not at all off-putting. You mumbled your spiel you’d lost sleep over reciting to yourself.

‘Hey John, guess what. I’m a boy… no. I’m a man- fuck, no. I’m a dude. Does that sound better…?’ This train of thought was going nowhere. You let out a frustrated sigh, stopping your nervous pacing to lean against the wall. You’d heard cold things were supposed to calm you down, but this air was doing nothing to help you.

It felt like what you’d planned was leaving your memory, breaking off in little pieces until you couldn’t remember any of it. You buried your face in your hands, groaning in exasperation. The more you let yourself think about it, the more you’d psych yourself out.

Just then, you felt a light shove to your shoulder. You stumbled away from the wall, spinning around to see none other than the reason for your unease. John stood in front of you with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall.

“Yo, jackass.” He flashed his signature smirk, something you’d grown accustomed to seeing over the years. You could never get past how white he managed to get his teeth, it was the first thing you’d notice about him. That and little jingle his belt chains made when he walked. Usually you could hear him before he even rounded a corner, he used to joke that you were ‘telekinetic, or some magic shit’. His words, not yours.

“Where’s mister spidey-senses today, huh? Is he on vacation, to the cape perhaps?” He talked in that snooty little rich girl voice he often did to mock this sophomore in your biology class.

“Alright, didn’t know we invited Claire to the function.” You rolled your eyes playfully at him. You turned around, motioning for him to follow you inside the diner. His belt chain jingled in time with the bell on the front door, soon being silenced by the shouting of a waitress telling you to ‘Sit wherever ya like!’. You promptly chose a booth all the way towards the back of the aisle, John following suite.

“All the way back here, huh? Not trying to pull something on me, right?” He laughed softly, leaning into the uncomfortable booth cushions.

He took his usual unruly position, slouching with no particular care for his posture or appearance. You took a more reserved position. Your arms were crossed on the table, your gaze was thrown out the window, staring at the fading sun in the distance. This was one of many sunsets you’d seen with John. That was a secret of his you’d kept; he loved to watch sunsets.

“It’s really pretty tonight, isn’t it?” You mumbled, not really expecting an answer out of him. You were sort of just avoiding what you knew you had to tell him.

“Mhm…” He turned from you to the window, replicating the way you crossed your arms. As you turned back to him, you felt a sudden wave of dread. The blank-mindedness hit you again, leaving you scrambling for any thought you could remember.

“So uh, Bender…” You hesitated. You knew you had to tell him, it was the entire point of you two meeting here. You’d figured he would want to sit down for this one.

“Mhm?” His eyes were still on the bleeding red and orange hues in the sky, seemingly absorbed in the sight. If he was distracted, maybe this wouldn’t be such a shock. You only hoped.

“So I um… I didn’t ask you to hang for no reason. Actually I kinda need to spill something pretty important.” You looked down at your hands, picking at your nails. One of them was uneven from the last session of nervous fidgeting you’d had while waiting for him outside.

“‘Sup? Shit, did your dog finally kick the bucket?” His expression was serious now. One of his favorite parts of going over to your house, besides getting out of his own, was getting to see your old German shepherd. You shook your head, laughing a bit at his assumption.

“No, missy is fine. I- um” Inconveniently, you were cut off by the waitress who had greeted you not even two minutes before. You were startled by the loud request for an order from the both of you, to which you quietly asked for just some coke. John said the same, just not as quiet (not to your surprise).

“So…” you started as soon as the waitress sped away to the back kitchen. You did a quick search of the tables in front of you, just to make sure nobody you knew, or anyone for that matter, was near your booth.

“So? C’mon, this ain’t junior high. Tell me your little secret already.” He settled back into his slouched position, keeping his arms crossed. You noticed that his look still remained a little serious, which did absolutely nothing to soothe your nerves.

“Okay, so it’s uh, pretty important. Just, whatever you do, don’t go telling anyone. Okay? I don’t care if you get mad or look at me like I’m a fuckin’ weirdo. Just… this stays between us, okay?” You reciprocated his stare, perhaps a bit more intensely. You needed him to know that this wasn’t a time for jokes. You wouldn’t be able to take it if he insulted you about this, or worse, brought it up to anyone.

“Well shit… you okay man?” He seemed worried. Which was odd for him, considering he tried to keep up as much of a carefree act as he could. He usually tried to act like he couldn’t give two shits about anyone, but when it came to you it was different.

“Yes, I’m fine. Just nervous, is all.” You paused, trying to recollect any memory of the little speech you had prepared in your head. It was still a bust, so you decided to just ad-lib it.

“Okay, fuck it. John I’m- look I know the way I look is, well, I guess butch-y? For lack of a better word. Okay, what if I told you that wasn’t dressin’ the way I do to be different or uh, make a statement or something.” You rambled on, not really knowing how to get to your point anymore. All your thoughts just jumbled into a big mess, and there wasn’t much you could do to sort it out.

“I guess the way I dress and reason I got my hair like this is because, um. I see myself as a man. A guy, a dude, whatever you wanna call it. Yeah, I know I don’t one hundred percent look the part, but that’s me. I’ve realized that that’s who I am.” You ran a hand through your hair, the nerves slightly wearing off as you got everything out.

Then you met John’s gaze and promptly began to panic. He wasn’t saying anything or making any motion, just staring at you. Your expression dropped as the weight of your words set it. His lack of words spurred on thoughts of your worst fears, and the possibility of them becoming a reality. You felt a tear prick the corner of your eye, immediately looking away from the embarrassment of it all. You usually weren’t one to cry, but this could warrant it.

As he saw your panic, his expression immediately changed from stoic to concerned. “Oh shit, no you’re fine. I promise, you’re fine. I mean…” He reached out to grab your arm, reassuring you that his reaction towards you wasn’t negative.

“I kinda knew already, I just didn’t think you’d ever say it.” He gave your forearm a gentle squeeze, trying to get you to look at him.

Upon hearing this, you turned back towards him. Your face held a mix of shock and relief, surprised he wouldn’t thought about you like that in the first place and relieved that he wasn’t looking at you like some freak.

“Wait really? I didn’t think I’d be so easy to read…” You muttered, taking a deep breath in to try to keep yourself from tearing up even more. “Shit, part of me was thinkin’ you’d be kickin’ my ass over this.” You confessed to him, laughing it off now that you knew things were okay.

“Nah, wouldn’t dream of it. Especially not you, you’re kind of my ride or die. You know that.” His words were calming your nerves. Your heart was still beating like crazy, but at least you weren’t walking out of this diner in hysterics.

“I mean hey,” he continued “I’ve got a gay cousin. You remember Tommy, right? Nobody in the family talks to him anymore, but I’ve visited a couple times. He’s doing okay on his own, but I’ve heard what it’s like for him. I would never, ever, do that to you. I couldn’t just up and stop talking to you, you kidding? And not to be dramatic here,” He paused for a moment, looking to be figuring out how to phrase things in his head.

“But you’re like, my guy. You’ve got my back when I know some of these sons-of-bitches only hang around me for the dope. You ain’t like that though, I think you can always see who I really am when nobody else does. It’s just weird, it’s like you know me better than I know myself sometimes.” The look in his eyes was one you didn’t see often. His rough exterior was gone, you could see his genuine self. It was nice when he was like this.

“But anyways, my point is I’m not letting anything change that.” He gave your arm one final pat before letting go, but he still kept that soft gaze on you. It was sort of weird, how sometimes he just knew what to say.

“Thank you, John.” You sighed contentedly, everything in your world was just about right now. “Well, I guess I should go over a few things then. You wouldn’t mind callin’ me something else, would you? I was kind of thinkin’ of a different name to try out.”

“Well shit, yeah.” John smiled at you. He seemed happy, and maybe a little excited about this. He’d always sort of seen you as someone like him in that aspect, so knowing that you were feeling more yourself made him happy. A thought came to him though, so he interrupted you for a moment. “Oh, and just know this. If anyone ever dares to fuck with you, you let me know. I'll knock some fuckin' lights out." He crossed his arms, giving you a smirk.

The waitress soon came back with your cokes, asking if either of you were going to order anything else. You shrugged at John, being both broke and not that hungry. So, much to your waitress's dismay, he said no. She sped off back to the front counter, grumbling about something or the other. You and John laughed it off, throwing around the idea of loitering just to piss her off.

You were glad you'd asked him to meet you here. Taking that chance was worth it.

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Lmk if I made any typos or if you have any constructive criticism:D

#male reader #ftm reader #transmasc reader #the breakfast club #john bender #John bender x reader #judd nelson #the breakfast club 1985 #fanfic #fanfiction

[multifandomfanfic]

can you do a John Bender smut where when he does his line “lets all play impregnate the prom queen” the reader agrees but only with Bender and they fuck somewhere in the school. thank youu

Prom, 1984

Pairing: John Bender x fem! Reader

Warnings: cheating, smut, language, pet names, choking, overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering, rings

Word Count: 3k

Request?: Yes!

“Let’s all play impregnate the prom queen!”

This was my life, constantly being harassed by John Bender, the school's "bad boy." Although the term "bad boy" does not adequately describe him. In reality, he was just a sad kid who felt compelled to criticize others in order to feel better about his own miserable life.

"Oh, shut up Bender. You’d never get the privilege of fucking me.”

“Ohhhh little prissy lady is getting sassy with me now?”

When I noticed he was rising from his seat on the bleachers, I turned on my heels and prepared to sprint away from this uncomfortable circumstance.

“Hey, hey, hey, where do you think you’re going?”

He asked, leaping forward to grab my elbow and spin me around. The momentum he gave my body was enough to propel me into a quick spin until I was full frontal directly in front of him, our chests inches away from touching.

“I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.”

My nervous grip was crushing the bouquet of flowers I'd received for being named prom queen, the paper crinkling as I continued to apply pressure.

“Bender, I need to get home! I really don’t have time for your shenanigans!”

I tried to come across as confident and tough, hoping he'd feel sorry for me and release his death grip on my wrist.

“Oh come on sweetheart, chill out and stay a while, won’t ya?”

He didn't have a particularly stern expression, nor did he have a particularly harsh tone. His gaze was soft and his tone was neutral, as if he were behaving in the likeness of a skilled manipulator. His entire demeanor, on the other hand, had a hard edge to it.

“Bender, please let go of me before my boyfriend comes over here and beats your ass.”

I hissed through my teeth. I knew I wasn't strong enough to take him on by myself. Adding a second, far more powerful person to the conversation might make him feel threatened.

Bender scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes nonchalantly.

��You really think bringing your prim little boy toy into the conversation is gonna scare me?”

I have to admit, I was hoping it would frighten him just enough for him to leave me alone.

Despite the fact that prom had ended twenty minutes ago, the seniors were still buzzing, unwilling to end a night they would undoubtedly remember for the rest of their lives.

“Bender, please! I’ve tried to be nice to you, but this is really starting to annoy me!”

Bender rolled his eyes all the way around his head, scoffing loudly enough for everyone to hear if there weren't two hundred people crammed into one gymnasium.

“You’re not nice to me, Y/N. You’ve never been nice to me.”

His tone had shifted from male manipulator to ferocious. I'd finally pushed him over the edge and penetrated his tough exterior.

“You’re a fucking prissy little bitch who gets everything handed to her.”

I couldn't help but recoil in response to the venom dripping from his lips. Someone, please, come to my rescue.

“Personally, I think you should be taught a lesson.”

My breath became stuck in my throat. Oh, my God, I'd gotten myself into a lot of trouble.

Bender cocked his brow in response to my anxiety when he spotted my apprehensive countenance.

“Oh, come on sweetheart. Don’t try to lie to me and say you’ve never thought about it before.”

His tone had changed to one that was oozing with lust, a dramatic contrast to the raging wrath he had been exhibiting only moments before.

He leaned into me, his mouth directly next to my ear, so he could be heard clearly.

“I know you have, sweetheart, you don’t have to stand there and lie to me.”

I swallowed, my throat constricting.

“You’re so uptight all the fucking time. Wouldn’t it be nice to sit back and let me ruin you?”

Yes, it would certainly be nice. It would be nice to slap my parents across the face when they saw me coming home with a man who is notoriously unstable.

“I bet you’d like to walk up that pretty little porch you have with me on your arm.”

My God, he read my mind.

“I bet that’d realllyyyy slap your parents in the face.”

His hot breath sent chills down my spine, his body so close to mine that the large bouquet of flowers between us was becoming completely crushed.

“Just say the word sweetheart and I’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget all about your pussy boyfriend.”

I was terrified that my boyfriend would appear at any moment, ending the moment that I wanted to prolong as long as possible.

“Come on honey, I can’t wait around all day, my cock is getting hard just thinking about being buried inside your pretty little cunt.”

I couldn’t deny the appeal of having passionate sex with the most notorious boy at Glenbrook North High School.

“John… you can’t tell my boyfriend.”

My tone came across as much more breathy and desperate than I had expected. This sparked a fiery passion in John, who thrived on making others squirm.

“Don’t worry honey, it stays between me and you until you gain the courage to kick that sorry sack of shit to the curb.”

Bender stepped back until he was at the right angle to stare down at me with his piercing brown eyes. His demeanor was crushing, and I suddenly felt weak in his presence.

“Storage closet? Bathroom? Just tell me where you want me honey and I’ll make it happen.”

I looked over both my shoulders, ensuring my boyfriend was nowhere in sight.

“People might find us in the bathroom. Storage closet is probably a better option.”

John smirked, the bright strobe lights reflecting off his tan skin.

“Sounds perfect to me.”

John dragged me through the thin crowds. Fortunately, we were positioned near the back of the gymnasium, where only nerds and girls who thought they were too cool for school congregated.

We made it to the storage closet without any chaperones bothering us with irrelevant questions or my boyfriend rudely interrupting us.

There was no need to waste money on lights that were completely unnecessary, so the halls were left completely dark.

“Is it time to play impregnate the prom queen?”

He inquired, gently pushing the door open, the squeaky hinges groaning from inactivity.

“Yes.”

I spoke softly, my knees trembling with excitement.

John took a step back until he was completely immersed in the shadow of the storage room, giving him a mysterious appearance. He extended his arm in front of him, exposing his open palm for my grasp.

My stomach flipped, every nerve ending tingling with eagerness.

I took a big step forward, extending my arm and pressing my palm against his.

John tugged me forward and my breath was knocked from my lungs as I collided with his solid chest.

He slammed his mouth into mine, kicking the door shut and submerging us in complete darkness.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as his tongue pushed past my teeth.

Our teeth were clashing in a frenzied mess of hot, passionate kisses that went straight to my core, arousal pooling in between my thighs.

John grasped the hem of my dress, thrusting it upwards to expose my white lace panties.

John began walking forward, bringing me with him until my back collided with the rickety shelves that housed the dozens of random books the school kept “just in case.”

John kicked my knees apart, standing on one leg with incredible balance as he ground his knee into my clothed cunt.

I moaned against his gloriously plush lips as I ground my hips against the scratchy fabric of his jeans.

Only John Bender would wear jeans to senior prom.

He utilized the harsh grip on my hips to move me back and forth against his clothed thigh.

“Wow. You’ve got panties on and your still making a mess on my thigh.”

His deep, sultry tone sent another wave of arousal directly to my cunt, adding to the growing ache building in between my legs.

Grinding on top of his clothed thigh provided an intense amount of pleasure, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy the growing desire building rapidly inside my lower abdomen.

I wrapped a hand around one of John’s wrists, bringing it forward until his calloused fingertips brushed against my swollen clit.

I groaned, his mouth swallowing my noises as I manipulated his hand into doing my bidding. His fingers continued to brush against my clothed clit, eliciting gentle moans from the back of my throat.

I gasped as John suddenly took control, pushing my panties to the side and shoving two fingers inside my dripping heat.

My grasp on his wrist became tighter, my nails digging into his tendons as he brutally thrusted his long digits against my spongy walls at a pace that would have me cumming around his fingers in mere seconds if I didn’t try to control myself.

“John I-I… I’m gonna cum.”

John breathed into my ear, his exhale ragged as he struggled to maintain his confident exterior.

“You can cum baby, I won’t stop you.”

My knuckles turned white as my grasp on his wrist became strong enough to restrict blood flow to his fingers.

My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my mind rocketing into a state of euphoria as I gasped in pleasure against John’s hot body, my back arching into his chest.

I assumed the continuing assault on my cunt was to allow me to come down from my wonderful high.

However, I realized I was wrong when his fingers sped up the pace, sending my nerves into a sudden state of shock.

“John.”

I murmured weakly against his lips. He pressed himself against me once more until I was sandwiched in between the shelves and him. I had nowhere to move, nowhere to go, nothing to do but to take the overstimulation he was giving me.

“Oh baby, you didn’t think I’d be that easy on you, did you now?”

I released my grip on his wrist, flailing my arms behind me to hopefully gain some form of leverage. I held onto one of the metal shelves, my grasp quickly turning into a white knuckled death grip as my body begged for mercy.

“John please-“

“You can take it. I know you're hungry for another orgasm and I intend to give you just what you ask for.”

I opened my mouth to beg for pity once more, but his free hand found my neck, his cold rings digging into the sides of my neck and restricting my air flow.

I never thought the idea of choking would turn me on, but, the lack of air I experienced thanks to his ring clad hand sent me into a state of intense nirvana. The sensation only added to the orgasm that was now building once more in the fiery pits of my stomach.

I kept my eyes fixed on his gaze, watching him intently as he released the grip on my neck before tightening his hand once more, cutting off just enough air to make me dizzy.

“Are you gonna cum again sweetheart?”

I tried to speak, but the cool rings on his hand distracted me. John smirked, pleased with the effect he had on me.

“You don’t have to answer that. I know your body is begging for me to let you cum all over my fingers again.”

My knees began to shake, black spots clouded my vision as my eyes begged John for his permission to cum.

“You can cum baby girl. I know your pussy is aching for my cock and frankly I’m throbbing at the thought of being inside of you. So let’s hurry this up, shall we?”

I nodded slightly in confirmation that I was on board with his plan.

“Good.”

He said, his husky tone dropping another octave.

He gave one final thrust of his digits to my spongy walls, sending me toppling over the edge into an overwhelming state of euphoria.

This orgasm hit me ten times harder than the last, and my insides were trembling as my body begged me to not take anymore.

But my mind thought differently. My mind wanted more of him. My mind wanted all of him, every last inch.

John dropped his hand to his side, released his grasp on my neck.

He chuckled, staring at my throat.

“I never thought a pretty little girl like you would enjoy being choked.”

I chuckled through strangled, desperate gasps for air.

“I didn’t think so either.”

I said, a wide smile on my face as I laughed at the newly awakened kink.

John shook his head slowly from side to side, trapping his bottom lip under his top teeth.

“I’m gonna wipe that smile right off your pretty little face.”

He dragged his thumb along my bottom lip, wiping off the saliva he left off my plush mouth.

“Turn around.”

I gulped.

“I’m not gonna ask you again sweetheart. Turn around or I won’t be so nice.”

I wanted to utter a witty comeback. But I knew that would do no good in this situation. The only way out was to sit back and take whatever he gave me.

Which, to be honest, I wasn’t mad about. I’d take whatever he gave me with a big smile on my face as I was far too aroused to care.

I turned around quickly, bracing myself by pushing the books out of the way and placing both my hands on a metal shelf.

John took his time. I wasn’t sure if he was staring at me, daydreaming, or contemplating his next move. Whatever it was doing, he was dead silent, not uttering a word as to prepare me for what was to come next.

I didn’t dare look back at him. I kept my gaze forward, my heart racing in anticipation.

Then, I felt his hands on my hips, gently pushing my panties down until they fell to the floor, pooling around my ankles. My soaking wet cunt was exposed, a light breeze brushing against it which sent a chill up my spine.

“You have such a pretty pussy babygirl. I bet your prissy little boyfriend doesn’t play with it very often now does he?”

I swallowed.

“No, he doesn’t.”

I wondered if he even heard me. My voice was far too weak and incoherent.

A soft smack erupted throughout the quiet storage room. I could only assume the noise came from his jeans hitting the floor.

John leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back.

“That’s a shame.”

He said, dragging the tip of his cock through my soaking wet folds.

I shuddered, goosebumps erupting all over my skin.

“If this pussy belonged to me I’d play with it all the fucking time.”

He pushed himself into me. I gasped and threw my head back against his shoulder as his thick cock stretched me to the brim.

“John, oh my god you’re so fucking big.”

If he was any bigger he’d rip me in two.

John chuckled.

“Did you have any doubts?”

He asked, beginning an agonizingly slow pace, which did nothing to diminish the aching in my cunt.

His hands rested lazily on my hips, his cock moving slowly inside of me. He was in no rush. He behaved as if we had all the time in the world.

“John, please. I’m aching for you.”

“Well… since you asked so nicely.”

I felt John’s weight lift from my back. He stood at his full height, digging his nails into the plump flesh of my hips as he began a brutal attack on my pussy.

Tears of pleasure began to form in the corners of my eyes as John snapped his hips forward, a loud smacking sound erupting from the wet connection between us.

“I bet your little boyfriend doesn’t fuck you like this now, does he?”

John’s sulky tone was dripping with lust. He was in his element, obviously very familiar with situations similar to this.

“No. No, he doesn’t.”

My nails gritted against the hard metal of the shelf, a sound similar to nails on a chalkboard.

I squeezed my eyes shut as his thick cock began to throb inside of me.

“John… can you go any deeper?”

“Yes.”

John began pulling my hips backwards to meet his thrusts, the plump tip of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of me with every intense thrust.

“Oh… oh my god yes, that’s perfect.”

I threw my head back in pleasure, giving John the perfect angle to snake his hand around my body and find its place around my neck.

I gasped as his grip tightened, constricting my airway.

“Ohhh. You’re so fucking tight.”

I could feel our combined wetness dripping down the insides of my thighs.

“John…”

The coil in my lower abdomen was incredibly tight, any sudden movement could cause it to snap.

“I’m gonna cum.”

His cock was now violently twitching inside of me.

“Me too sweetheart. I’m gonna cum right in your pretty little pussy.”

I gulped as he released inside of me, his hot cum coating my walls.

I followed right behind him, my cunt milking the last of his juices as my entire body convulsed.

I cried out his name like a prayer as my lower belly suddenly felt loose, a stark contrast from the tightness I experienced moments ago.

John gave a few final thrusts, ensuring every drop of his cum was left inside of me.

“Now.”

He said, pulling out of me.

“Go tell your fucking boyfriend you never wanna see him again.”

I turned over my shoulder, seeing him shoving his thick cock back in his jeans, his eyes focused on the task at hand.

Our combined juices were now dripping down my thighs uncontrollably.

“Then I want you to meet me back here as soon as you can.”

I furrowed my brow.

“Why?”

I asked. John scoffed, resting his hands on his hips in a rather cocky manner.

“Princess, do I really need to explain myself?”

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

The Breakfast Club members dating someone who's nonbinary

A/N: more pride content, yay! :D also this is set in the 80s, but it's pretty loose when it comes to accuracy since the term nonbinary wasn't coined until many years later

Warnings: being nonbinary in the 80s, some transphobia mentioned, swearing

Claire Standish

As uptight as Claire might be, she's pretty well-versed when it comes to gender politics

Around her friends, she acts like she doesn't care all that much, and she probably won't even correct them when they misgender you due to fear of judgment, but when you're alone she shows you that she really does by using your correct pronouns and stuff

If you don't like the clothes you own because they make you dysphoric, she'll happily take you out for a "gender affirming shopping spree", as she likes to call it

The look of pure joy on your face when you see yourself in the mirror for the first time, wear clothes that truly fit you- it makes her smile to know that she helped give you that kind of happiness

Andrew Clark

Andy may be somewhat of a himbo, but he's not just some dumb jock; he listens when you explain things to him about your gender identity and always corrects himself if he makes a mistake when referring to you

He always protects you from transphobes, even if it's from someone he's on the wrestling team with

He's even gotten in to some fights before over someone purposely trying to make you feel bad for being nonbinary, I'm not gonna lie

He always comforts you afterwards, telling you not to listen to those dipshits and reassuring you that you're perfect just being you

Brian Johnson

Brian is literally so sweet about it; he does his research and always checks with you before using gendered terms to make sure you don't feel uncomfortable

All of Brian's friends are supportive, too, which means you're probably close with his inner circle

If some annoying transphobe tries to pull the "there's only two genders" argument he's definitely the type of person to tell them how wrong they are and will even use science to back it up

You end up having long discussions over gender roles and politics together, sometimes with his friends and sometimes when you're alone

John Bender

Bender doesn't know too much about pronouns because of how little he pays attention in English class (or in any class, for that matter) but for you he definitely tries to get it right

For example, when he's about to use the wrong pronouns he always ends up catching himself and uses the correct ones before he accidentally misgenders you

Like Andy, he's gotten into fights for you over people making fun of your gender before; but unlike him it's a significantly higher amount as he doesn't have any potential sports scholarships to worry about

He not the best comforter, but if he sees that what someone said genuinely hurt your feelings he'll hold you as you cry (and make sure to beat them up afterwards)

Allison Reynolds

Allison knows what it's like to feel like an outcast for something you can't control, so she gets it

She always affirms your gender and uses the correct pronouns, so there's no worries there

Like Brian, you also have deep and thought out talks on gender roles, but it's usually only when the two of you are alone

If she sees someone openly harrass you, she probably won't do anything about it in the moment because of her hatred of confrontation, but she'll definitely check up on you afterwards and make sure you're okay

She ends up painting a landscape for you in the colors of the nonbinary flag, which you proudly hang up in your locker

~

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[rwprincess]

Broken (BenderxFem!Reader)

Masterlist

Word Count: 6.5k (ish)

Synopsis: Bender meets a Nouveau Riche girl at a party and is instantly smitten. He thought he had learned his lesson with Claire, that two classes clash, but he hopes it will be different with reader, as she seems as broken and lonely as him. Songfic for Broken by Lovelytheband.

CW:  Underage drinking/drugs; ‘psycho’  and ‘freak’ used in the pejorative sense; rich/preppy kids being jerks; references to familial abuse and fights; angst (feelings of being undeserving, break ups, purposeful verbal harm); happy-ish ending (but it feels somewhat unresolved to me?); 2nd and 3rd person POV shifts.

Shout out to @80strashbag for making me want to finally finish this fic.

They agreed that they could 'still be friends,' and Bender would be damned if he caved first. So, he put on an unaffected face as he entered the party Claire invited him to. He shoved down his reminiscent feelings of rejection from Claire regarding their break up, the embarrassment for still caring about it even though it was a month ago, and his nervousness at showing up at a place he truly did not belong. Claire apparently knew some rich kid who was living in his parents' guesthouse so he could pretend to be independent while still being technically under their roof. The security that the opulent had so that they could believe they had survival skills made him chuckle to himself; no way this kid ever spent a night on the street. John had been alone and responsible for himself since these kids were cutting their teeth on silver spoons and now they wanted to pretend to be like him. Being on your own isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

As he entered, no one seemed to pay him any mind, and for that he was grateful. He looked as displaced as he felt, but the booze already seemed to be flowing (and at a party like this, he expected that there would be much stronger drugs than alcohol being exchanged) and he was of no consequence.  He spotted Claire, some new bozo with his arm around her waist, showing her off as an accessory.  Might as well go say hi; the sooner he got it over with, the sooner he could leave. Although, as he looked around, he thought it might not be so bad. In addition to libations, there were a lot of pretty women around, presumably with parents to piss off the way he had done with the Standishes. He smirked, relishing the thought. 

So, he made nice and clung to Claire and, ugh….Kevin, as he didn't know anyone else. Luckily, a few shots down the hatch allowed him to be more amicable to the latter and he started loosening up a bit, maybe even enjoying himself despite Claire's ramblings about how the place was decorated so much like a New York apartment and isn't that great?  But the drinks caught up to him and he unceremoniously excused himself with a, "gotta take a piss." Claire rolled her eyes and waved him off in disgust, but at least he got a laugh from Kevin. As he sought to join the lengthy queue, his gaze landed on the most gorgeous, brilliant creature he had ever laid eyes on.  

 I met you late night, at a party

Some trust fund baby's 'Brooklyn loft'

He sidled up behind her, and for the first time in his life, smooth-talking John Bender was tongue-tied. Even inebriated or stoned off his ass, he was used to being clever. Witty. He'd built up enough immunity to substances to still maintain control of his faculties, generally.  But maybe it wasn't just the liquor that was affecting him. He drank in her beautiful features faster than the several shots of vodka he consumed prior. Shermer High wasn't that big, but he was sure he had never seen her before. Then again, maybe she went to some prep school that cost her parents more money than he'd see in a year; it was that type of party. His eyes raked over the curves of her body, the outfit perfectly and delicately draped over her frame to draw attention to the right places, although he was unconvinced that there was any feature of hers that wasn't in contention for 'best.' She was alone, unaccompanied in this line the same as he was, just looking forward. But she must have sensed his fixed stare, or maybe he was breathing too heavily or she really could hear his racing heartbeat as the organ thrummed against his rib cage (it was audible to him at least). And she looked over her shoulder, making eye contact with him. His eyes grew wide, afraid he had been caught. Bender had been caught engaging in so many infractions that he thought he was immune to feeling guilt over them anymore, but he was susceptible to that gaze. She surprised him with a kind, easy smile and turned to face him more. "Hi," she said softly, sweetly, and he was hooked.

"Hey," he replied back. He hoped it came off aloof enough to be cool, but not so much that it was dismissive. He craved her engagement, so he gestured to the line, "sucks, huh? You'd think it was a line at Disneyland."

She tilted her head, trying to read him before responding, "Definitely. An E-ticket ride, even."  He couldn't help but laugh, even though it was a stupid and kind of outdated joke, but it seemed truly original to him in that moment and he just wanted her to say more, even if she made him flustered.

By the bathroom, you said, "Let's talk"

But my confidence is wearing off

Their conversation flowed easier and more plentiful than the setup of kegs at the party as they shuffled forward in the line. He almost forgot why they were there and wanted to linger as she gestured to the open bathroom door, finally up for her turn. "Well, I should probably…" she trailed off, indicating why they had come here in the first place.

"No, yeah, definitely. Have at it." He said, and even though she chuckled, he felt like an idiot as she closed the door. He rubbed a hand over his face. Who encourages a hot girl to use the bathroom, he told himself in frustration.  When she exited, he awkwardly went in, hoping he'd spot her around later. However, she was standing outside the door, on the opposite wall of the hallway, waiting for him when he departed the small room.

"I hope it's not too weird but… I don't really know anybody here anymore. Can I stick with you?" He contained his excitement enough to remain cool, keep up the facade as usual.

"Ok, sure." He took her along and introduced her to Claire and 'the boy toy,' as he nicknamed him in only a pitch she could hear, close to her ear and in as neat a whisper as he could get in the loud environment. However, they didn't stick around. Bender wanted, no, needed to be the center of attention, to get to really know her, so they branched off and wandered outside so that they could exist as just the two of them. 

Well, these aren't my people, these aren't my friends

"I don't know, it's not really my scene." Bender gestured vaguely at the building,  "I don't think I've ever been to a place with a 'guesthouse' before,” he chuckled, trying to make the dig seem light.

"Honestly? Me either. This isn't my scene, I mean. I don't really like parties…or people." She laughed and the sound was addicting. "I'm actually really glad you suggested coming out here.  It's less…overwhelming."

"So then, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" He asked, waggling his eyebrows, eliciting another laugh. I could get used to that, he thought, even though truthfully he wondered how he ever lived without it.

"Well, long story short, my dad recently played the stock market well and wanted to make a lifestyle change with his good fortune."

"Ah, so you're one of those." Bender said before he had a chance to filter the thought. Of course, he had a deep-seated prejudice against the richies, but he suspected she had to be one initially, just from her being here. Although perhaps part of him hoped she was in a similar situation to him, after all, he was here and he was dirt-poor.

Luckily, she didn't take it in offense, "I guess so," she smiled. "But as much as my dad wants it,  I don't know, I feel like things haven't really changed. That I haven't changed. But that's absurd. Of course they have; look at what I'm wearing!" She laughed and Bender acted as though he hadn't already converted every stitch of her outfit to memory and pretended to examine it for the first time. "But it's not me, not really. He made me enroll in a new school and some of the girls have been nice, more or less. And that's why I'm here. I came with a girl named Stacy. I think she's friends of a friend with whoever lives here, but… she bailed right after I came out of the bathroom. Some newer and better party, I guess. Or she met someone, I don't really know."

"So, why did you stay? Why not just leave with her and go to the 'newer and better party'?" He asked.

"Well, like I said, not really my scene. A bigger party?" She scoffed, "no thank you." She looked down and continued quietly, as if afraid to make eye contact or too much sound, and Bender leaned forward, intent to hear the secret, "and, truthfully, I wanted to keep talking to you." That delivered a blow right to his heart, pow, full on knockout.

Bender was never good with emotions, or with being defeated, so he fell quiet for a moment, but then admitted, "I'm glad you stayed." She seemed to drop tension in her body, as if she were relieved. He hadn't expected either of their admissions to have much weight to them, but they opened a door and he let his guard down quickly. Even though John had a tendency to overshare when he was angry or feeling particularly theatrical, an intimate setting like this would usually make him clam up. He didn't usually describe his life to strangers, despite what the Breakfast Club might think. But here, under the inky sky dotted with bright white stars, he divulged himself. Y/N didn't feel like a stranger, though. And with each reveal, he didn't feel judgment, but rather, acceptance.

She hesitated a moment before cupping his face in both of her hands and confessing that she felt the same, that there was already a bond and a trust there that neither one could explain. 

She grabbed my face and that's when she said,

"I like that you're broken, broken like me

Maybe that makes me a fool

I like that you're lonely, lonely like me

I could be lonely with you"

They stayed there far too long, and yet it would never be enough. Bender felt like he could spend an eternity with her, listening to her stories and uncovering her past. However, she had some sort of curfew to meet. It seemed that, unlike his parents, hers actually gave a shit. He extended the trust and allowed her to give him a ride to his house.  Maybe he wanted to prove to himself that this was real…or that it wasn't. Either way, seeing the crap-shack hellhole that he lived in would be a test. She didn't run for the hills or even comment on it. Instead, she leaned over the console to kiss him goodnight. It ignited his lips in a way that he questioned why he had wasted so much time with any other girl before. The simple answer was that he didn't know what he was missing, that only because he did not know of her existence did he not fill this empty ache sooner.

After that night, he couldn’t let her go. Not that he would ever want to, but he was sure he was purely, physically incapable of doing so. He needed her presence the same way he needed to breathe; she gave him inspiration, life. He didn’t have the funds to take her out on proper dates or get her the things he felt she deserved, so he did the next best thing and gave himself to her, wholly and openly…something he had never gifted to another person before. She made the guard drop so easily and she, in kind, opened up to him. She spoke to him about family members and friends she’d lost. How her life had been uprooted by her father’s desires to play pretend and how she still felt like she didn’t fit in. She was completely lost in this new world and John felt like a tether to the old one.

“I feel like some sort of imposter, you know? I never have any idea what any of them are talking about. I’m not in the loop for the hottest trends and they’re always, like, condescending about it.”

“Those bitches,” Bender scoffed and she laughed melodically, a sound that always put him at ease.

“I don’t know if they even realize they’re doing it, or if it’s just so ingrained in their personalities at this point. I can’t imagine what it’s like being brought up that way. I’m sure you get that,” she looked to him for reassurance and he nodded, “I must seem like an alien to them. A real freak.” She let out a lamentable sigh and John shot right up, bracing her chin and along the expanse of her neck, gently coaxing her to look at him.

“No one could ever think that about you. So you don’t know what the in band is or if mini-skirts are going to still be fashionable in the fall,” he snorted dismissively at the thought, “So what? You’re smarter than they are, you have a kind heart, you know what actual hardship is…and you’re more beautiful than any of them could ever hope to be.” He leaned in, murmuring the last of these words, letting his lips brush against hers before he applied pressure to fully kiss her. “They’re probably just jealous. And if they’re not, they should be.” She giggled and returned his kiss, stretching her fingers over his shoulder and tugging on the leather jacket she found there, twisting it into her clutch and pulling him closer. He pulled back and looked deeply into her eyes.

There's something tragic, but almost pure

Think I could love you, but I'm not sure

Hers flicked back and forth between his warm rustic irises, trying to read his thoughts and verify his sincerity. She hadn’t known John long, but she believed she really knew him. He had been upfront about his typical nature, and Claire had confirmed that for her at one time. She told Y/N of how she met Bender and how he had made her cry and that they would fight. There was always passion between Bender and Claire in their relationship but it depended on the day, or rather the minute, whether it manifested positively or negatively. Looking at him now, hearing his words of adoration and never a slight in her direction, Y/N had trouble believing that that was true.

It was clear that John was hurting. He had a lot bottled up inside and never knew how to express it appropriately. The symbols of previous fights stayed behind, their scars running deep. Some were literal: cuts and bruises that she watched heal over time. Some were from others at school or people he encountered in the streets, but most were from home. The marks to his soul, however, were evident in his speech and his desperation to change his situation…but also in the way he talked to and about her. The dark notes were there when he spoke of school, of some man named Vernon who really had it out for him, and how he felt trapped and as though he’d never amount to more. However, there were rays of light, and she could see them now, there in those deep brown pools staring softly back at her. He wanted to do better, to be better for her. And, around her, he truly felt he was. Everything in her life had shifted, but looking into John’s eyes, she felt at home.

There's something wholesome, there's something sweet

Tucked in your eyes that I'd love to meet

Another party. At Claire’s insistence. And somehow, she roped both of you into it. This time, she invited the whole lot of you to a party you mentioned; she didn’t even know the hosts. 

“This girl, Theresa, she’s in my science class and she asked me to come to her birthday party but---” You started.

“Oh my God, we have to go.” Claire declared instantly, cutting you off.

“What?” You asked, surprised.

“You didn’t even let her finish,” John scoffed.

“C’mon, Y/N, this is the perfect opportunity to mix your circles. We could get to know them and they could get to know us. You could debut your relationship with John.” She said, giving a little wiggle of her shoulders to entice you into joining her excitement. Instead, you just grimaced at the idea of interacting with a bunch of people, particularly ones you hardly knew from school.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure that will be the talk of the town. I’m the number one debutante around here, after all.” John snorted at Claire, but she waved him off.

“I’m sure it’ll be fun! You never know what can or will happen. I mean, you two found each other at a party, so why not?”

“I don’t know, Claire. I think she was just asking to be nice because I was in earshot--”

“Or, more likely, to gobble up more presents,” Bender interjected.

“But I don’t really know her or if we’d get along.”

“That’s why you go! To see if they’re someone to hang out with! Come on, please? I’m dying socially. I feel like I haven’t been out in forever.” Claire whined and you instantly felt guilty for keeping your circle small and for being a homebody.

“Jesus, Claire, really?” John began, but you overlapped him.

“Okay,” you replied, defeated and deflated. Claire squealed in delight that you had agreed and John rolled his eyes.

Bender tried; he really did. He even asked Claire for fashion advice from the best pieces in his closet. He arrived at the party, hand-in-hand with you. You thought he looked handsome as ever, and could tell that he’d put in extra effort, ‘dressed-to-impress.’ Claire blended in perfectly, as did Kevin. Both of them were used to the theme of elite and knew the right style to portray themselves in. Claire had practically dressed you and even leant you complementary pieces of jewelry so that you could play the part as well. However, that just made Bender look and feel more out of place. Amongst the four of you, he definitely stood out and he could feel people’s cold, hard stares as your group walked past. 

Truthfully, you wanted to be able to get this over with as soon as possible, so you sought out the birthday-host quickly. “There she is! Let’s go say hi, drop off the gift…”

“What’s the rush?” Claire asked, as if your hesitation to come tonight wasn’t already obvious.

“I uh…just thought it would be rude not to let her know we came. And it’s awkward to carry around a gift bag all night,” you lied.

“I’m sure there’s a table set up somewhere to receive gifts,” Claire said.

“Oh, of course there is,” John said mockingly, “just like a bar mitzvah.”

“We should still make an appearance, right? I mean, make ourselves known?” You asked, unsteadily. 

“Yeah, yeah! That’s a good idea,” Kevin said, trying to be supportive. You weaved your way through the crowd and stood by until there was an appropriate moment in between well-wishes.

“Hi, Theresa! Happy birthday!” You said, standing with one hand wound tightly in John’s, squeezing it for some kind of reassurance and grounding, the other hand thrusting a gift bag in Theresa’s direction. She chuckled haughtily in response.

“Why, thank you. Who are…all these people?” She said in a passive-aggressive tone, and you realized that people brought a plus-one at most, generally. Claire quickly introduced herself, showing that she fit in and should be welcome in this world, although her attire had already communicated that. She also introduced Kevin, who shook hands and earned a warm smile for his cleancut handsomeness. Then her eyes shifted to John. “And who, pray tell, is this?” She asked, noticing you clutching onto him.

“Uh, hello. I’m John. Bender.” He said, almost stilted in his tone. He wanted to make a good impression for your sake, but he wasn’t sure how. He was out of place here.

“My boyfriend,” you added and Theresa giggled.

“I see. Well, nice to meet you all,” she replied in an insincere tone. It was about as fake as everything else in your new lifestyle. “I should be going, though. Plenty of people to see. I’m so glad you could make it, Y/N.” She flashed a fraudulent smile, perfect and pearly, before she left.

“Can we go now?” You whined to Claire, but she shook her head and pushed your shoulder, leading you deeper into the house.

“There’s gotta be something to drink,” Kevin said.

“And something to dance to. Come on!” Claire urged. 

You tried to ignore the glances, the gapes, the guffaws. You tried to convince yourself that you were imagining it, that your anxiety was getting the best of you; you were seeing things just because you didn’t want to be here. It was more difficult to pretend when someone approached your group. 

“Hey, I can’t get this bottle open.” He shouted over the din.

“I’m sorry?” You said, not sure if that was an appropriate response or what he was looking for.

“Well, I thought I’d come over here and ask if you had something to help me,” he turned to John, “You look like you have a bottle-opener or maybe a switchblade on you.” He said and his cronies behind him cackled, making it clear that you, or more accurately, John, were the butt of their joke.

“You’re goddamned right I do,” John growled in response, making the guy’s joyous expression fall. He clearly didn’t seriously think this, and suddenly his joke became a terrifying possibilty. He backed away in a hurry, his friends grouping around him with eyes that flickered back to John cautiously. They had a hushed buzz among them, discussing him more, and above that, you could hear ‘I think that’s John Bender. I’ve heard about him. He’s a real psycho.’

You felt the flex of John’s arm muscle under your hand. “Hey, they’re not worth it,” you reminded him, “let’s just go.” You started to usher him out, Claire and Kevin joining you expeditiously, while he looked back over his shoulder at the group and grappled with what he wanted to say and do. In the end, he settled on a mild middle finger. You were relieved that it wasn’t something much worse. You tried to calm him down and impress upon him that the people there were losers, that you didn’t care what they thought, but he seemed uneasy, even when you dropped him off at his house. You felt tears stinging in your eyes as you watched him walk up the cracked driveway; he meant so much to you and you hated seeing him put down.

These aren't my people, these aren't my friends

She grabbed my face and that's when she said

I like that you're broken, broken like me

Maybe that makes me a fool

I like that you're lonely, lonely like me

I could be lonely with you

He thought he had changed. He could feel the tendrils of alteration happening in his heart, in his life. He fell for you so easily and was so trusting…but that party reminded him of the undeniable: you both were from two different worlds. It was going to implode just like his and Claire’s relationship had. So, he did what he did best and put the walls back up, steeling himself for self-sabotage and promising himself that it would hurt less if he initiated it. 

It started with missed calls and denying dates. Half-assed excuses of having to work or having another detention. Putting distance between himself and you was his best bet. It was easier to resist you when he wasn’t looking at you or talking to you. He would have succeeded too, if you weren’t so determined to care about him enough to seek him out. He was shocked and a little upset to find you sitting outside his house. He hadn’t even noticed your car parked down the block; he wasn’t prepared for the confrontation and immediately withdrew into a guarded stance, balling his fists at his side.

“John,” you said, standing up from the curb in front of his house. “We need to talk. You can’t keep dodging me like this. That’s why I thought I’d finally come out here. Please.”

“There’s not much to say,” he sniffed, trying to act cool. In kind, you tried to act like those words didn’t strike you as harshly as they did.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I thought it would be pretty obvious when I stopped returning your calls. There’s nothing to say to you anymore.”

“How can you say that?”

“We’re two different people, Y/N. That party made that clear. Crys-tal.” 

“I’m sorry for how they acted, but I told you, John, I don’t care what they think.”

“Well I do,” he spat back, “I don’t need to be dragged along to dinner parties like some pet, or--or freakshow.

“Do you think I wanted that reaction for you? That I’m showing you off for a laugh or something?” You asked, incensed. He couldn’t really think that, right? Surely he knew how you truly felt about him, how much you cared. But he gave a lazy shrug in response, refusing to meet your eyes.

“That’s your world now and there’s no part for me in it. Whether you agree with it or not. Just how it is.” 

“So, you’re just going to be blase about this? And say…I don’t know, what, that we’re done? Just because some idiot that neither of us knows or will ever see again said some shitty thing to you?” 

“Yeah, princess. I guess so.” He started to brush past you, but you grabbed on to his wrist, lightly.

“Don’t you care?” You asked him softly, unable to hold back your tears any longer. As they wove broken paths down your face, Bender resisted the urge to wipe them away and to take it all back. This was what was for the best. So, he bucked up and swallowed hard.

“No. It was fun while it lasted, kid.” He pulled out of your grasp and stormed forward to his house. He wasn’t about to let you see him cry.

Life is not a love song that we like

We're all broken pieces floating by

Life is not a love song we can try

To fix our broken pieces one at a time

“He’s miserable without you. You’re all he talks about,” Claire said as you two were sat in the food court at the mall, pleading with you to try to resolve your relationship with John.

“That’s surprising. He was the one who left, who broke up with me,” you reminded her.

“That’s just what he’s like, Y/N.” Claire said and then sighed, “Look, I don’t get it, either. His logic, I mean. He does and says stupid shit like that all the time, to avoid being serious and honest.”

“He didn’t seem like he was joking to me,” you huffed. Claire wasn’t there that night; she didn’t understand the heartbreak. You were too hurt to magically ‘fix’ this, even though you wanted John back and wanted to believe that he felt the same way without you.

“No, that’s not what I meant. I just---John doesn’t know what it’s like to be loved, Y/N. He’s never known that, not really. I don’t think he knew what to do with it when it came from you. I think it scared him. Like…like he wasn’t good enough, like it wasn’t normal for you to care about him. But you two are so good together. I think he needs you. And you love him.”

You looked away, pushing your finger against your lower lashes, stifling the tears gathered there. You did love John and Claire wasn’t telling you some big secret. He was open about his family and how they treated him. How many relationships had ended in a fight or someone forgetting him. You just hadn’t thought of that being a factor in him leaving, that he was running and hiding from something unfamiliar. But you didn’t know what to do about it. Bender had cracked your heart in two and left you crying on a dusty curb in front of his house. 

“I don’t know, Claire. Maybe he’s right. Maybe we’re too different. Just not in the way he said. I can’t stop this feeling, this pain. Maybe we shouldn’t be together. How would I know he’s not going to run off again?” You asked and she had no reassuring answer for you, only a look filled with sympathy.

~*~*~

“You’re such a dumbass,” Claire told John bluntly.

“Well good morning to you too,” he grumbled back gruffly.

“I saw Y/N yesterday, John,” she clarified and his back stiffened.

“Oh.” He said flatly. No zinger from John Bender today.

“Yeah.” Claire nodded, and when he didn’t fill the silence, she continued, “You really hurt her, John.”

“That’s how it goes sometimes,” he muttered, taking no culpability.

“I know you don’t mean that. You never shut up about her. You don’t really want her gone. You especially don’t want her to suffer. And that’s why you’re a dumbass. Because you caused all of this, even though it isn’t what you want and it’s killing her.”

“You don’t get it, Claire. I mean, you should, but you don’t. So I’ll spell it out for you. I am not cut out for high society.” He dug his fingers into his chest, then gestured at her, “Exhibit A.”

“Just because we didn’t work out doesn’t mean it’s the same with her,” Claire rolled her eyes. “We fought all the time, John. Even when we met. But with Y/N… you’re so different with her. You should see yourself, how she impacts you.”

“I know exactly how she impacts me, thanks.” He started gritting his teeth. Cutting himself off from any other emotion and replacing it with anger, as always. “I have nothing to offer her in return,” he admitted.

“That’s not true, John,” Claire sighed pitifully, “you have yourself. Your humor, your love. She obviously misses you and feels the pain without you every day. It doesn’t matter if you’re not in the same tax-bracket or whatever. She loves you for you,” she poked a finger into his sternum, commandingly, “And you shouldn’t throw that all away.”

~*~*~

It never got easier, admitting that Claire was right; but Bender had to swallow his pride and do just that. He missed you, that much he was certain. But he also acquiesced to the idea that maybe she was right that you needed him, too. He couldn't fathom why; he never felt like he improved anyone's life, but Claire had said you were just as miserable in his absence, and a tiny shred of hope within himself begged him to believe her. 

So, that's what he was doing outside your house now, having taken two buses and walking several miles to get here. It didn't matter if he felt like he was going to collapse in a heap on your threshold, he just needed you to open the door…and prayed that you'd give him the chance to make things right, to get you back into his life. He mustered up the courage to knock, half-afraid that you wouldn't be the one to open the door, half-afraid that you would be. While he didn't think he was ready to meet your family, (he was prepared to make that sacrifice if you requested it),  he could just envision your proud, wealthy father turning him away in disgust; a punk like him would never be good enough for a daughter like you. 

Both fortunately and unfortunately, you opened the door and stood in shock; he was the last person you expected on your doorstep. At this point, you would have welcomed a pushy salesman or a religious zealot. Instead, you felt the scarred-over portions of your heart tear open anew. "John," you said weakly, but your surprise got the best of you. It was an automatic response. In turn, he pushed down the rushing sensation of how good it felt to hear you say his name again after all this time.

"Y/N, I know I fucked up. Royally. But if it's all right, I ---I want to talk. To make up for it."

"I don't know if you can," you said, cracking his heart. But yours was just as damaged and longed for him. He didn't know it, but you couldn't say no to him. You're not sure you ever could have; he'd had you since day one. "But you can come in anyway."

You sat down out back, a place which held so many particularly good memories before, but had been tainted in John's absence. He had nowhere to start. He acted tough and confident, but it was all just that: an act. And he knew that you already knew that. He didn't know how to 'sell himself' or make you believe he was worthy of another chance, especially because he wasn't sure he believed it himself.

"So, uh," he cleared his throat and his eyes darted around warily, fearing to connect with yours. "Claire said she saw you and that you wanted to talk to me."

"Imagine that. It's almost like I've called you a hundred times and told you that myself, right before you broke up with me." He winced at how bluntly you put it and wanted to dodge the feeling of guilt that hit him. But he couldn't run. You were worth it to stay, to try.

"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do then. Or now, really. I just--" he finally looked up and glancing at your face dissipated any hope he had at maintaining his composure. Tears pricked his eyes instantly and he was unable to blink them off, so they began to pool instead. "I have missed you every second since then. Since before then. I thought I was doing the right thing, that that would be better for you, but. But Claire said it's just as hard for you, too." He trailed off and swallowed hard, trying again to keep the tears at bay, and you let him sit with his silence for a moment before confirming.

"It is. I've missed you just as much. Maybe more, but you hurt me, John. And I know you know that. That was the whole point, wasn't it? To try to make me not want you anymore?" He nodded and waited for something along the lines of 'well guess what? It worked. I'm totally over you, now get the fuck out of my house,' but that didn't come. 

"It was exactly like that. That night at the party I--- I know you didn't care and you didn't see it that way, but it made me realize that I truly have nothing to offer you. All I'm ever good for in a relationship is for someone to get the thrill of dating a 'bad boy' or to piss off their parents."

"John," you cut him off, "it was never about pissing off my parents or making a statement. I liked you for you. You always saw me as I am, not what someone else wanted me to be. You saw the person lost in the shift between one life and another and--- and I thought we were the same. That you got that because you were like me. We're both broken in different ways and neither of us fit in anywhere, but we fit with each other, ya know? And…and when you left, it was like being all alone. I couldn't relate to anybody anymore because there's only one person who really, truly gets me, and that's you. That's what I get from it. That's what you have to offer: yourself and that connection. I never wanted anything else."

He took a moment to process that. "Y'know, no one's ever told me that I'm enough, before. They've always wanted me to be better, to be someone else. To change. I guess I just didn't know what to do when someone didn't expect that from me. It just didn't seem possible…like it should be some sort of trap. That's what I'm used to. I shouldn't have put that on you. I was just---scared. And I didn't think it would really hurt you. I mean, everyone else got along just fine without me. When I hurt someone, it doesn't last. It just pisses them off enough to get rid of me and to save themselves. They bounce right back. I didn't even consider --- anyway, that doesn't matter. I'm sorry. That I did that to you, that I left you alone." He began quaking, the tears refusing to be dammed anymore. He knew what that was like; he'd felt alone most of his life. Unless he was with you. He looked up to see your face mirroring his, just as broken-hearted without the other, but you gave him a faint smile underneath your tear-tracked cheeks. 

"Just don't do it again," the smile then dropped and your quivering voice was dangerously quiet, "I don't want to be without you again."

"I don't deserve you. Or another chance," Bender whispered back as you approached. He didn't want to sucker you in through pity. That wasn't why he was here.

"John, I just want you, how you always were to me. Can you do that?" You asked and he nodded, startled by you taking his hands, "then that's good enough. That's what I want, what I need. You just can't run away again when you're scared. I need you, John."

"I won't. Never again," he replied, sincerely. John Bender wasn't known as being a man of his word, but this was one promise that he never betrayed. 

I like that you're broken, broken like me

Maybe that makes me a fool

I like that you're lonely, lonely like me

I could be lonely with you

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warning: swearing, mentions of abuse, mentions of drugs (weed), bullying from the other members of the breakfast club

I looked around the room at everyone. They all tried to avoid my gaze before I shook my head and turned away from them.

“You should all be ashamed of yourselves. You shouldn’t have said anything.” I locked eyes with Andrew. “Anything.”

“How were we supposed to know?” He mumbled. Allison grabbed my sleeve of my jacket just as I lunged towards him. Andrew cringed back and I shook my head again.

“Pathetic.” I muttered out. Allison let go as I turned towards the staircase John Bender had made his home for the time being. I climbed up the stairs and made sure to make noise on each step. Stopping on the landing, I stood next to him, my fingertips just brushing his shoulder. “Bender? It alright if I sit here?” He nodded without looking up at me. I mirrored his position and sat down. It was quiet for a while before he turned to look at me.

“You didn’t have to do that you know.” I nodded. “I heard what you said to them. You didn’t have to.” Meeting his eyes, I shrugged.

“Let’s just say I’ve been there.” I drawled out. “I know how much it can hurt. Even if you won’t say it out loud.” John nodded before raising an eyebrow at me.

“Been there?” He supplied. “With people like them or…” I bit my lip.

“I know what it’s like to deal with shit parents and then play around with snot noses like them.” I jerked my thumb over my shoulder. “So I guess my answer is both. If you really wanted to know.” I rolled up my sleeve to show off a thin scar running the length of my forearm. John hestitated before reaching out and running a finger along the scar. “My sister. For existing.” I shrugged as I pulled the sleeve back down. I pulled my other sleeve up to my elbow. A small circular scar sat at the base of my bicep. John’s eyes widened. “My dad. For interrupting the sports game he was watching.” John reached out and pulled the sleeve down for me.

“How do you cope?” He asked. I shrugged.

“Same as you I suppose.” He smirked at me. “Copious amounts of dope.” I caught his eye and we started to laugh. “Honestly, that’s why I’m here most of the time. Sure it looks like shit on my transcript but my grades are good enough and it gets me out of the house.” John’s smirk came back and he shrugged to get more comfortable.

“Being bad feels pretty good, huh?” He chuckled.

“It’s even better when you get away with it.” We settled into a comfortable silence. Not long after, we trekked back down to join the others. It wasn’t long before we went on an excursion to John’s locker. “Nice.” I leaned down to look at the pictures he had posted in there while Andrew made some comment about how messy it was.

“My maids on vacation.” John shot back before tapping my back. He closed the locker and waved a little baggie in front of my face.

“John Bender. You sure know the way to someone’s heart.” I teased as we set off back to the library. After getting sidetracked by Vernon and losing Bender from our little gang in the library, I fingered the baggie in my jacket pocket. “Fuck it.” I muttered. I started to stand up when there was a loud crash.

“Oh shit!” I rolled my eyes and sat back down. John walked into the room rubbing his neck. “What? I forgot my pencil.” I shook my head as I stood up and started to head to the back of the library. John followed me and sat down next to me. "So do you have it all still? Or did Vernon catch you?"

"Your little reference to Johnson threw him off. I think he suspected but he's too scared to actually reach down and check." I chuckled. John swallowed and leaned in.

"Vernon threatened me. Told me to take a hit at him." My eyes widened. "I didn't. But he said that when I finally leave here I'm destined for jail. And he'd be there when I got out. Just to beat me. And if I told anyone, well you know his authority complex." I slowly held out my hand, palm up. John put his hand in mine, letting me squeeze it before drawing back just as Brian walked over. Everything became peaceful for the first time that day once we lit up. John and I ended up leaning against each other, watching the prom queen and the brain get high for the first time. We shared a look before going off on our own.

"What do you think you'll do when you leave here next year?" he asked. I shrugged as I settled into the chair in the office.

"Who knows. I'm not concerned just yet." I twirled around, using the desk to help propel me. "What about you?"

"Leave this deadbeat town." I nodded in agreement. “Figure it out from there.” It was silent for a bit while John reached for my hand and started to play with my fingers. A blush crept up my neck as I watched him. “Come with me.” I slowly raised my eyes to meet his.

“Seriously?” He nodded. “You really want me to come with you wherever you go?” John smiled and shrugged, looking away from me in the process.

“Why not?” He finally looked at me again. “I like you (Y/N).” He gently hit my shoulder with him. “In case you haven’t noticed. Besides you understand. Even if nothing comes from it, at least we’ll have each other.” I smiled at him before leaning in and kissing his cheek.

“I’d love to.” John blushed and I reveled in the fact that it was me who got him to do it. “Besides, if you haven’t noticed, I like you too John.” He smiled at me before leaning in and kissing my cheek in return.

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