#John bender x reader

[ladyinbl00d]

and my man thank you to my man part 2 here

[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

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), swearing, mention of John being abused

John stared at me as I let him in my apartment. His eyes roamed my body as I walked past him, wearing shorts and a crop top. He smirked as he sat down on my couch, arms crossed and jean jacket thrown across the back.

"So how long you going to hide out here this time?" I called from the kitchen. I heard John's boots hit the ground as he got comfortable.

"How long will you have me?" He called back. I grabbed something to drink and some food before heading back out into the living room. John looked over at me, his eyes roaming me again as I set the food down in front of him. "Thanks." he mumbled as he grabbed the plate. "He padlocked the fridge again." I stared at him before taking a deep breath. "Yeah I know." John reached over and squeezed my hand.

"So you know the drill." I said, shifting in my seat. John's eyes flew to where the hem of my shorts rode up. "John." I said. He looked up at me, smirking and shifting as he pushed the plate away.

"Yeah?" He asked, licking his lips and staring me down. I rolled my eyes and got up to walk away. John grabbed my arm and pulled me into his lap. "Where you going?" He laughed, running his hands under the hem of my shorts. One hand moved to rest at my waist, his thumb ducking under the waistband of my shorts and rubbing circles close to my stomach.

"John." I whined, squirming to get away from him. He held me fast and tugged me closer. I could feel him getting aroused. "John." He pulled me closer and kissed me forcefully.

"Think you can walk around here dressed like that and I would sit by with my hands to myself." He whispered, breath fanning over my lips. "I should have known when I walked in I would end up in your bed tonight." I giggled as I ran my fingers through his hair.

"You were going to end up in my bed one way or another John." I teased. He chuckled as he looked up at me. "It was just a matter of time. And what we would be doing." I leaned forward and whispered in his ear. John growled as he moved. I yelped in surprise as he shifted us so I was on my back and he was hovering over me, pinning my hands to the couch and wrapping my legs around his waist.

"But here's the thing sweets." He whispered in my ear. I groaned as his hair tickled my cheek. "We're not going to make it to your bed. See I just gotta have you right here. Right now." My head fell back as John started to kiss my neck. I ground my hips against his as he moved one hand to push my crop top off. Breaking contact with me for a second, John smiled devilishly at me before tossing it across the room. "Much better." He mumbled before kissing along my chest. I fidgeted as John kept a hold on my wrists.

"John." I moaned as he gently bit my neck. He hummed before letting go of my hands to take off my pants. He tossed them over the back of the couch. I reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head, hair flopping into his face as I did. John chuckled before shaking his head to get the hair out of his face. "Take me John." I mumbled as he reached for his belt. I ran my fingers through his hair before pulling him into another kiss. He pulled back with a gasp as he lined himself up.

"Alright?" he asked, licking his lips and watching me carefully. I nodded. "Words sweets."

"John. Please." I whined, moaning as he thrust into me slowly. "Cut the torture crap John. Just fuck me!" John kissed me, pulling away as he bit my bottom lip.

"That what you want?" He asked, eyes flashing playfully. I moaned as he ground his hips against mine. "Hmmm? Want me to fuck you? Hard and fast?" John pulled out before snapping his hips against mine, drawing another moan from me. "Scared your buddy is gonna walk in on us doing it on the couch like last time?" John licked a line up my neck and pressed an open mouth kiss to my jaw. He started to suck and nip at the skin until I knew there would be a mark tomorrow.

"For fuck's sake Bender. Fuck me!" I yelled as I tried to grind against him and follow his thrusts. John snickered and snapped his hips against mine. I moaned, tugging on his hair. John growled and thrust into me as fast as he could move his hips. My head fell back, mouth open in a silence scream. John pressed kisses along my throat, licking the expanse where he would nip along the skin.

“just like that baby.” He panted. “Just like that. Taking me so well. Just a bit more. Bit more.” I tried to find purchase on John’s back, digging my nails into the muscles. He groaned, hips canting against mine as he laid down on me. “Cock drunk are we?” He teased when I barely reacted. He reached up and cupped my chin, making my head nod as small broken moans escaped me. “Awe poor baby.” John chuckled breathlessly. “Gonna give it me? Gonna cum?” John groaned as I came. He kissed me as his hips stuttered. “Little more and I’ll be right there. Little more. Fuck.” John’s voice cracked as he spilled in me. He rested his head against my shoulder, breath fanning across my collarbone.

“fucking Christ John.” I breathed out. “Please tell me you didn’t ruin my couch.” John laughed and lifted his head. He shrugged and kissed me again.

“piece of shit couch anyway.” He smiled at me. I glanced up and shook my head.

“I’m just gonna throw something over that. Can’t keep sewing that one spot.” I said, eyes shining. “You ok?”

“yeah.” John said, slowly pulling out and grabbing his boxers from the floor. “I feel better oddly.” I smiled and sat up. I kissed his cheek and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. John leaned into me with a smile.

“good.” I said, leaning my head against his. “Then my plan worked.” John laughed.

“your plan?” He asked, kissing my cheek.

“yeah. Why else do you think I had a crop top and shorts on John?” I teased. John shook his head and cupped my cheeks. He kissed me deeply before resting his head against mine with a smile.

“what would I do without you?” He asked.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

The Breakfast Club members at the beach

Warnings: swearing, smoking/weed usage mentioned

A/N: just got back from my vacation at the beach and since I wrote nothing while I was gone (oops) I decided to do it now

Claire Standish

Her parents definitely own some sort of vacation home on a private piece of land that she visits every summer (rich people things yknow)

Usually stays on a towel by the shoreline. She doesn't get in the water and if she does it's only to dip her feet in so she doesn't get her hair or makeup messed up

She'll flip through a magazine or something while waiting for the sun to give her the perfect nautral tan

Andrew Clark

He loves the beach but I think he spends more time in the hotel's gym than by the actual ocean since his dad's so strict about him staying in shape even during the summer

Totally the type of person to get up at the fucking ass crack of dawn just to run down to the very end of the shoreline and back. Man's crazy

Extra snacks must be packed if you're going with him because otherwise he'll eat them all in the first day of being there since he needs the calories

Brian Johnson

Poor boy's so overworked from school he has no idea how to relax properly, if his parents would let him that is

Even when on vacation he's still copying notes down from textbooks and flipping through flashcards for stuff that's not getting learned in school until the new year rolls around

He probably sneaks away at some point to use his (really shitty) fake ID to buy some edibles at one of the boardwalk shops to help him calm down some. The cashier is either too stoned to notice he's not twenty one or just doesn't care

John Bender

His reasons for going to the beach are pretty simple: weed and hot people (both guys and girls). Believe me when I say he can and will shamlessly ogle anyone he finds attractive when walking on the boardwalk

Pretty much all he does when there is get high. He has no need to visit any of the shops (other than the cannabis ones) and the beach itself doesn't interest him much

It entirely possible that he might just hang around the boardwalk the entire time, smoking a blunt while flirting with anyone who might pass him by

Allison Reynolds

She takes a couple different busses to go down there for a day trip as she doesn't have anything better to do

Might walk around the boardwalk for a bit, checking out the stores and stealing borrowing from a few of them, stuffing anything she likes that's small enough to carry into her purse

In the evening she sits on the shoreline with her sketchbook and doodles the sunset before heading back home

End notes: I promise I'm working on my asks and stuff okay I just tend to get distracted easily and forget

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[m3lonpire]

A quick little The Breakfast Club imagine for @screamforme...

"Are you done with the book yet?", you asked as you shifted your position to be more comfortable. "Not yet, sweets," John responded, idly flipping through the pages as he put his hand on your hip, bringing you closer. "Are you even reading that?", you asked again, scooching closer onto his lap. With his usual smirk, John responded "Nope. It's boring as hell. Vernon seriously thinks reading this crap will help with our education."

"You should at least try... for me?", you teased, putting your arms around his neck. With a raised eyebrow, he closed the book for a second, turning his attention to you. "Oh, yeah?" he asked. "What's in it for me." It took you a second to think of anything, but when you did, you leaned forward and whispered it in his ear. His eyes widened for a second, but he quickly recovered, opening the book again. "You're on, sweetheart."

[xxsquiddkiddxx]

~John Bender x Reader (in the form of "headcanons")~

Relationship type: Mostly Platonic (breifly romantic), Strangers to Friends to Lovers

Content Warnings: Fem Y/N, Swearing, John being a lil bit of a douche.

(I took some inspiration from the outtakes of the movie... and if you've never watched them? You should. They're HILARIOUS.)

Y'all definitely met in detention. You were brought in for some stupid reason, like accidentally back-sassing a substitute teacher or something like that.

He first got your attention in detention (hehe I rhymed) by blabbering nonsense in a ridiculous tone, to the point of screaming "AHH" over and over. You end up slowly turning to tell him to shut up. His response?

"Take a photo, it'll last longer, sweets."

If you think he made fun of you.... You're 100% right. He RELENTLESSLY made fun of you. Like... that shit brought you to tears at one point.

He felt like an asshole afterwards though. After you're done crying and you ignore him for an hour or so, he did apologize... in the most John Bender like fashion: punching your shoulder lightly and mumbling a "sorry".

Near the end of detention, you two look at each other and pretty much tell one another that y'all would never be friends out of that library. It was pretty much a mutual agreement that you two would NEVER interact again, even if you had mutual friends.

Months later, you're invited to a party by Claire. She's been a friend of yours for a few years now, and she, and I quote, told you: "You need to get your ass out of the house and actually talk to people."

You didn't WANT to... but you did.

She gave you the location and the time, pretty much making it so you hs no choice but TO go to this stupid party. But eh, you'd probably chill for a few, then bounce.

You didn't get 20 steps in when- what do you know? Guess who was leaning against the wall, cigarette resting in his mouth as he fished around in his pocket for a lighter?

John-Fucking-Bender.

You try your best to stay out of his gaze. Staying at least 20 feet away from where he was. Pretty much hoping and praying to whatever God was out there that Bender didn't see you.

Yeah he saw you.

He surprisingly talked to you, mostly small talk. But then y'all talk more and more and more and suddenly you both are so deep in conversation that you hardly notice the lack of people around you two.

So maybe you two were able to be friends :)

When the next school day hit, a lot of people were shocked to see you two in the hallways together, laughing about a joke that he'd made.

A lot of people thought y'all were dating.

When I say "thought", I mean "they pretty much assumed and spread it around the whole school."

You had to fight dating allegations for MONTHS on end. It was always "No, we're not dating." "No, I don't have feelings for Bender."

Chat, you're a LIAR.

You were starting to have feelings, but you weren't gonna talk about it of course. Talking about FEELINGS? Fuckin weird, man.

The same was on his end. He wasn't gonna say NUTHIN. He literally was head over heels for you, but the day he admits that is the day he regurgitates a shoe and bakes it in the oven.

He confessed first... in an argument.

He started to distance himself a little bit from you. I mean, come on, John Bender? In a RELATIONSHIP? Get fuckin' real.

This goes on for about a month until you finally confront him about it. Like the premise of the whole argument was a span of:

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"Cuz."

"Cuz why? Do you hate me or something?"

"Cuz."

Then y'all squabble more and more until he finally cracks and says he's avoiding you cuz he wants this stupid feeling to go away.

You have a heart-to-heart chat with one another and end up getting into a relationship.

You two agree to start slow, not really telling anyone and just staying friends to the public eye. Nothing too fast.

Yeah, that lasted like 2 hours.

It wasn't nessicarily John's fault. The dude trying to flirt with you just happened to have his face in the way of where John's fist wanted to be.

Take a wild guess who ended up in detention that Saturday?

Yep, he did.

A/N: I haven't actually written fanfiction in YEARS. The sad lack of John fanfiction made me finally come back XDDDDD It's dogwater and I wrote it in an Applebee's. Have this ig

~Squeed

[madwitchwithanimpala]

there used to be so many more breakfast club fics…what happened?

I just watched the Bratz documentary and now I’m just in the mood for more content and it’s like everything disappeared.

[motorcycle-boyy]

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.

[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 :) ♡

[bloody-cupcakes]

smacks this fic on the table

https://www.tumblr.com/bloody-cupcakes/753689763596353536/hello-can-i-request-something-with-jd-with-a?source=share

hihi hello hai

do u think u could write smth like this but w john…👁️👁️

Assuming you're meaning john bender from the breakfast club yes I can! I started writing something else but it ended up taking a mind of it's own and sort of spiraled out of control and away from the original prompt so if you're wondering why this has taken so long that's why 😭 I plan on posting the other one soon though if you're interested. Also I feel like this isn't very good?? Idk

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, yandere for yandere nonsense, both Bender and the reader are kind of crazy but the reader is a lot more obvious about it, swearing, mentions of underage smoking (weed and cigarettes), light stalking, implied/referenced abuse, mentions of violence/fights/implied murder

There were typically only two types of kids who ended up in detention: good, decent ones who made an honest mistake, and delinquents who either purposely got detention or didn't really give a shit. Bender was the second one, obviously.

When you first showed up in detention, he thought for a split second you might be the first type. That was until you looked over at him with eyes that were full of mischief and chaos, immediately giving you away.

"Hi," you greeted him like it was nothing. You were sitting at the desk in front of him, but you had turned around in your chair so you could stare at him like some kind of attention starved puppy.

He just looked at you for a second with a raised eyebrow, having no idea what to think. "Uh, hi." You were definitely cute, and you didn't seem to have a problem talking to him even though he was widely known throughout the school to be a criminal, but something about you was off, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. It intrigued him.

"I really like your hair. It looks really soft." Being socially aware seemed to be something you clearly knew nothing about, because who starts a conversation like that? No one that was considered "normal" by that school's standards, he could tell you that much.

"Can I...?" You asked vaguely, trailing off while you reached your hand forward, as if you wanted to touch him. Part of him wanted to be annoyed, another part wanted to mess with you so badly, but eventually it was the third part of him that won out. As much as he tried to, he couldn't find it in him to care.

"Yeah, sure." He leaned forward and tilted his head down, allowing you to touch it. He heard you let out a gasp of delight before you moved your hand to rest on top of his head, gently stroking his hair.

The giggle you let out made him smile, even though he'd deny it if you ever asked. Once you were satisfied with touching his hair, you pulled your hand away and went back to staring at him.

Bender didn't think anything of it, thinking that maybe you were just kind of weird, which you definitely were, as it turned out, because you spent the entirety of detention bothering him. You were constantly asking what he was doing, and even when you weren't directly messing with him you still didn't leave him alone, choosing to just sort of stare in his direction. Other people might've been unnerved, but he didn't care too much.

He thought that once detention was over that'd be the last he'd see of you, but it turned out he was wrong when you started showing up in the school parking lot during lunch to get high with him and skipping class to join him with whatever random thing he was doing.

No matter what he did, you were there. He even caught you breaking into his locker a few times and trying to follow him home. The locker thing didn't bother him that much, since he knew you wouldn't snitch on him for having weed, but there was no way he was going to allow you at his house. It was hard having to tell you to leave him alone, but it was even harder having to imagine you littered with bruises and cuts because his dad had an off day.

That didn't mean you couldn't hold your own, however. He knew you could because he'd seen you yell at other students and even teachers for the snide comments they made about him. You were always so adorable whenever you threatened to get violent.

Despite that, he knew he'd never be able to forgive himself if you ended up getting hurt because of him. He'd already been in detention more than once for getting into fights with people who made fun of you for how "crazy" you were, something that he just didn't see. How could anyone not fall in love with that slightly unhinged look in your eyes?

One thing he never did have to worry about was spending detention alone, because unlike him you had no clue how to act natural whenever you were doing something you weren't supposed to. Whereas he could get away with certain things due to being clever enough, you couldn't because of how visibly insane you were. Sometimes you were given detention for no reason at all, it just seemed to be a precaution they were taking.

"I want you to tell me if they hurt you again," you suddenly demanded one Saturday while the two of you were hanging out in the library during said detention. "Your parents, I mean. Or Vernon, or anyone. You protect me, so I want to be able to protect you."

"I don't need you to protect me," Bender replied with a scoff as he lit up yet another cigarette. He didn't miss the glare in your eyes that formed at his words.

"I don't care if you need it or not," you practically snapped in reply. Other people would fear for their safety if they heard you use that tone directed towards them, but he was used to your temper flares by now. "I just- I want you to know that I care about you, y'know? And that I can keep you safe."

He paused upon hearing your words, thinking them over some before letting out a sigh. As much as he wanted to tell you to mind your own business, he knew you'd find out sooner or later. "The gym teacher threatened to break my nose for making him look ridiculous in front of the other kids," he muttered as he stared down, his cigarette momentarily forgotten.

Your gaze softened as you watched him, knowing how much it took for him to admit it. "I'm sorry that happened to you, John. I'll make sure to take care of it, okay?"

The way you said his name made his heart beat faster, an affectionate gleam in his eyes as he looked up at you. "I know you will. Just be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you, either."

Letting out a devious giggle, you gave him a twisted smile that would send other people running for the hills but only made the butterflies in his stomach get worse. "Believe me, I'm not the one you need to worry about."

A couple days later, said gym teacher ended up going missing. Several people were questioned by the police as they tried to find out what happened, including you two, but eventually they hit a dead end and were forced to file what happened under the cold cases.

You were right when you said you wanted to protect him, and unlike other people you made sure you followed through with it. I guess it didn't hurt to have someone that was considered crazy care about you.

[teddyduchampsglasses]

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. 

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

okay okay.i KNOW it’s my fav(John Bender) again but I just a loved your fic!(same person) but what if reader and John are in love with each other and after a serious and horrible(abus!ve situation) event that had happened to John. They run to an abandoned house where they stay together.(t4t as a bonus because I HC that John is trans if that’s fine?) thank you!

Hello againnnn @screamfome . IK I WAS GONE FOR A MONTH I am sooo sorry. Hopefully since it's summer I'll have more free time lol. Also yes I love this concept, you Fr have the best ideas:D also this is so outsiders coded LMAO like the abandoned house just reminded me of that.

Transmasc John Bender (The Breakfast Club) x Transmasc reader

Disclaimer/warning: this goes into John’s home life, which as we know isn’t a good one. Abusive family members, frequently mentioned physical violence, transphobia, smoking (it’s John), Just read at your own comfort level.

Approx 4.1k word count. I was on a ROLL lol

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It had been a long day. It wasn’t just you, even the hallways at school had felt even more lifeless today. If that was even possible. You sighed, leaning back into the mattress beneath you. You barely remembered a thing after your head hit the pillows, so tired you were practically dead.      

The darkness that awaited you carried you to a soft, dreamless slumber. You were out like a light, so much so that you weren’t even bothered by how cold it was in your room this time of year. Unawakened bliss awaited you, welcoming as ever.    

No sleep that good can last forever. You felt as if not even a minute had passed since you’d fallen asleep. And yet, here you were, disturbed into consciousness. All you could hear was a distant ringing noise, rhythmic beats emanating from a few rooms away.    You begrudgingly turned over on your side, an irritated gaze cast towards your alarm clock on the bedside table.     

Twelve-thirty in the morning, who the hell would call at this time? You decided to let the phone keep ringing, it was probably just a mistake. But it went on… and on… and on.      You groaned, turning back onto your side to try and sleep. But the mystery caller just wouldn’t let up. You sighed, annoyed out of your mind.      

You trudged into the kitchen, the landline still ringing. It was dark, so of course you accidentally walked into the side of the dining room table. Your hip ran into the corner, a dull stabbing feeling ran into your side. You had to use every ounce of strength to not shout out in pain.      

You were fully prepared to curse at some prank caller, insult their mother, the works. You picked up the phone off of its hook, giving a sharp exhale through your nose so whoever this was knew you were pissed off.     “Uh, hello?” You mumbled, the irritation was evident in your tone.      

“Oh thank fuck you picked up.” It took you a minute to recognize who this mystery caller was. The voice was familiar, you just couldn’t pinpoint it in your half-awake state.   

“Wait, wait, Bender is that you?” You were glad it was just him, but still a little pissed that he was calling you in the middle of the night. “John, why are you calling me in the middle of the night…” You loved him, but you were not awake enough for this.       

“I- I don’t know. I’m in trouble, I need help.” The shakiness in his voice definitely caught your attention, it wasn’t something you were used to hearing in him at all. You could hear his heavy breathing from the other side, he sounded scared and out of breath. You had to find out what happened        

“What happened, sweetheart?” You lowered your voice so as to not be too loud for anyone possibly listening in on his side. You dropped the annoyed tone, replacing it with a softer sort of sound.         

“I don’t know- I just,” You heard a frustrated sigh from his end. It sounded like he couldn’t even stop to gather his thoughts, it only made you more worried for him. “Can you come pick me up?” His quiet whisper made him sound like a scared little kid. Seeing this scared, vulnerable side of him just made your heart ache.       

“Of course, I’ll be there in five. Okay?” You told him firmly. If you let it show that you were scared for him, it might make things worse. You always tried to be a source of stability for him, no matter what the situation was.       

But things had never been so bad that he’d asked you to come get him. You were freaked out, to be honest.     

“Okay, I love you.” He maintained the whisper. He just sounded so… small right now. It was so unlike him, it almost sounded like someone else.      

“I love you too, see you soon.” And with that you hung up the phone, rushing to find your shoes and keys. You weren’t going to bother putting on different clothes, it might take too long. So, pjs it was.    

The sleepiness still had a light hold on you as you tripped over nothing a couple times. The only thing you could think to do was go to the kitchen sink and splash some water on your face. The icy tap water hit your face like a train. If you weren't awake before, you definitely were now.

You rushed outside to your car, fumbling with the keys. Your car wasn’t new by any means, but it worked. You were just lucky you had one, you felt bad for John not having one. You knew how some nights got, especially when his dad got home late. 

As you drove, all you thought of was your hatred for John’s father. He was an absolute dirtbag. You could recall countless stories of John’s childhood, how loud his house always seemed. How much he just wanted to get away.      

After a few blocks you could see his house. A slightly run-down two story house near the edge of town. The chipped and faded gray paint had a blue cast to it in the moonlight. At night, John’s house looked as sad as his eyes were during the day. If you took more than a glance at him, you could see the pained look in his eyes.      

He never let anyone see past his rough exterior of course, but you could still sense it. You pulled up to the side of the road, next to his yard. You didn’t even have a second to put the car in park, you could already see John climbing out of a window. The one in his room, you assumed.       

His room was on the second floor, so it had a bit of a drop to it. He had the bottom half of the window pushed up. He steadily shifted towards the ledge, nearly giving you a heart attack. He jumped down to the ground with ease, a practiced motion from numerous nights of sneaking out.       

He practically ran to your car, not wasting a second. You blinked and he was right in front of you in the passenger seat.   

“Drive, please.” His voice came out hard and raspy, like he was out of breath. You didn’t even have time to check on him, to see if he had any new marks.    

“Okay, okay. I’m driving.” You raised a hand, a little startled by how abrupt he was. You hit the gas, not really sure where you were driving off to. You decided to just head down some of the wooded backroads away from town. 

There were these old trails that had been blocked off outside of town. Technically, the land belonged to the state, but it wasn’t public ground. You and John had always ignored the ‘Do Not Trespass’ signs stapled to the trees near the edge of the forest. How could the two of you not take advantage of such a perfect hiding spot?   

You two had a theory that it was some old property the state had seized and had no idea what to do with. It wasn’t big enough to be a park itself or close enough to one to be added to another.    

You turned onto a rough gravel road, just off of where your town stopped and the highway started. It wasn’t the smoothest drive, but you couldn’t complain too much. It was a secluded area, far away from anyone or anything to bother you.    

You had stayed silent thus far, giving John a minute to himself. His labored breath had only let up so much, you could still hear how on edge he was. You glanced over at him, seeing the slight shake in his shoulders. His arms were crossed upon his chest, his eyes fixed on the road ahead of you.    

“Johnny? You okay baby?” You took your right hand off of the wheel, laying it on his knee. This seemed to snap him out of his daze. 

He flinched slightly, his gaze snapping over to you. You sensed the sudden jerk of his head in your direction, which made you retract your hand. Had it been too soon? Had whatever happened shaken him up that badly?

“Sorry.” You gave a quick apology, beginning to move your hand back to the wheel.

“No, no, it’s okay.” He reached for your hand, grasping it firmly. You could feel the way he shook like a scared animal. “Stay with me. Please…” He held your hand in his own, leading it back to his knee. You let him place it there, giving his hand a soft squeeze. This seemed to ease his nerves just a bit. You could hear him let out a deep sigh as he squeezed  the top of your hand back.

You continued down the gravel road into the woods. You drove deeper into the trees, the shadows your headlights made twisting their shape as you passed them. The forest was always a little creepy, even more so in the middle of the night. 

You passed by countless maples and oaks, keeping your hand on his knee. You decided to stop after a couple minutes, you were deep enough into the woods now.

You put the car in park, switching off your headlights. You then turned to John, finally getting an opportunity to look at him properly. The look in his eyes absolutely broke your heart.

He was like a dog on the Fourth of July; his eyes wide and scared, a slight shake to his body, and an expression that made you wonder if he was about to cry.

“John?” You leaned across the center console, getting a bit closer. “Can I take a look at you?” You whispered softly, just loud enough to be heard over the car engine in the background. He finally made eye contact with you. His gaze softened ever so slightly as he saw the unease written all over your face. You weren't going to ask him what happened, not right now at least. Although it would burn questions in your mind, you wouldn't until you knew he was okay. Physically, at least.

He gave a small nod, still looking you in the eyes. You withdrew your hand from his knee. You took his hands in your own, checking for any signs of a fight. The skin of his knuckles were clear as day, no signs of blood or bruising in the slightest. 

He turned to the side to face you, giving you a better opportunity to look him over. Your gaze traveled up his arms, turning them over to check the backs of his arms. You frowned when you saw a bruise starting to form on his elbow. John was quiet as you inspected him. He was even somewhat surprised when he saw the bruise on his arm, soon frowning as well.

He turned his face away from you, no longer wanting eye contact as you looked him over. This was too embarrassing for him. Yes, it was a regular occurrence. And yes, you were always there to take care of him after a situation at his house. 

But it was different this time. It was more painful to look at himself, to look at how visible his weakness was to him now.

The strain of thoughts in John’s head were currently babbling on about how pathetic and weak he was, almost akin to the drunken babbling of his father not too many hours ago. He couldn’t help the way his breath hitched at a particularly brutal phrase that echoed in his head.

You immediately looked up from his arms, barely hearing the little choked sound that came out of him.

“John?” You whispered his name, it was like a request for him to look you in the eyes again. But he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t let you see how weak he was, how pathetic he felt now.

“John, can you look at me? Please?” You kept your voice lowered. You were soft and caring in every aspect, you knew something was different this time. He slowly turned to face you, reluctantly so. The sight of tears pricking his eyes and the red mark under his left eye caused you to let out a quiet gasp. 

Your immediate reaction was to pull him closer to you. Your instincts told you to protect him from whatever had happened, even though you knew that wasn’t entirely possible. Time had passed, what had happened couldn’t be reversed no matter how hard you wanted it to.

You felt John’s arms around you almost immediately, holding you back. He hadn’t gotten a look at himself yet, but he could assume what you’d seen. He didn’t have to see to know what was there; he could feel it.

You sat there holding him for a minute, almost feeling like crying yourself. He didn’t deserve this. You were scared for him. You wanted to make it all better. A million thoughts buzzed through your head, loud uncontrolled. You pulled away from him for a moment to get a better look at the mark.

You brought a hand up to his cheek, making sure not to directly touch the red spot. “Did he do this?” You both already knew who you were referring to. And you both already knew the answer to your question. You just needed confirmation from him.

“Yeah.” John’s voice was still just above a whisper. It hurt you to see him so reserved like this. Usually after something happened with his dad, he would quickly find something for the two of you to do to distract him. Something like goofing off at the grocery store, driving around with the radio on too loud, or just having a smoke together. Now his silence spoke volumes.

“Here, why don’t we go on a walk. It’s a nice night.” You suggested, still keeping that same gentle tone of voice. He nodded quietly, and with that you took your keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. 

You met John on the other side and had neglected to notice the fact that he only had a t-shirt. You were right when you said it was a nice night; it was a nice night for the fact that it was October. You cursed quietly to yourself before taking off your hoodie and offering it to him.

“Shit, sorry, it’s cold. Here, take this.” You didn’t really give him a chance to respond before you placed the hoodie in his arms. Freezing wasn’t going to be an option, and you would make sure of it.

“You sure?” John quirked a brow at you. He was probably going to refuse your offer and say something about you getting cold, but you didn’t care. 

“Shh, just take it.” You assured him, smiling softly at him and waving your hand dismissively. Without another word, he slipped it over his head. His usual cocky attitude had been set to the side for now, so he complied.

You linked an arm around his, taking his hand in yours. His hand was warm like it always was, even with the chill of the night. You two walked down the beaten down dirt trail, deeper into the woods. The moon shined brightly enough for you to be able to see where you were going, but not without stepping on the occasional stick or dead leaf.

You let a comfortable silence hang between you two for a few minutes, for John’s sake. But soon your concern got the best of you, and you were tempted to know what exactly had happened.

“Johnny, baby. You wanna talk about things?” You turned to look at him as you walked along the trail. You were fully prepared for him to say no, it was understandable considering how quiet he’d been thus far.

“Maybe… I don’t know. Jus’ give me a minute, maybe…?” He let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. 

“You don’t have to, just thought you might want to.” You squeezed his hand, reassuring him that he didn’t have to talk about what happened with his dad. 

“No, no, I think I want to. Could help since it’s you.” He squeezed your hand back. You couldn’t help but smile at what he said. Ever since he started opening up about what he went through, he seemed a little less uptight. Around you at least. But sometimes you notice it with other people, too.

He nudged you with elbow, motioning to something in the distance you two had been approaching. A look of surprise and confusion came across your face as you looked at the old, dilapidated house in front of you. How had you never noticed this before? You supposed you and John had never walked this far into the forest, but still. It was odd.

“Wanna check it out?” He asked. There was that little sense of adventure back in him. You smiled at him, leading him towards the house.

“Oh hell, why not. We could crash here if there aren’t any squatters that beat us to it.” You approached the old wooden door, pushing it open with ease. You cringed at the way its hinges creaked and groaned. It was an awful sound, but you toughed it out.

You called out, trying to see if anyone was there already. John checked a couple rooms, finding no one. With the confirmation that nobody else would interrupt you two, you sat on the floor, against the wall in the main room.

“Alright, c’mere.” You waved John over, letting him sit in front of you between your legs. He was facing away from you so he could lean back into you, letting you hold him tightly. You sighed contentedly, just relieved that he was in your arms instead of in his house.

“So,” You began. But before you could say anything else, John held up a finger to signal for you to pause. You obliged him, closing your mouth. You watched him pull out his cigarettes and lighter. He flicked the lighter to life, pressing the flame to the end of a cigarette. Once he was certain it was lit, he put his lighter back in his pocket and brought the cigarette to his lips. He took a long drag, closing his eyes as he took in the warmth of the smoke.

He exhaled after a moment, leaning back onto your chest with a sigh. You wrapped an arm around him as he took a few more drags. He leaned into your touch, which only made you want to hold him tighter.

“So,” John’s voice was firmer this time. He was grounded now, bordering on relaxed. It was an unfortunate coping mechanism to have, but smoking really did seem to help him.

“As you could definitely already tell, the old shitbag hit me again.” He sighed. You nodded in understanding, not really surprised but livid nonetheless. You didn’t show how pissed off that made you, John had probably already been around enough pissed off people today. Instead, you rubbed his arm soothingly.

“Can I ask what it was about this time?” You wanted to be considerate of him still. This was fresh, you weren’t going to press him for a story. You wouldn’t have to though, as he nodded in response.

“I was makin’ dinner; didn’t feel like going out and getting something. Not too sure I got the cash for it either…” He sighed again, more smoke in his exhale. “The fucker comes up behind me all like 

‘Oh look at you bein’ independent. Man of the fuckin’ house, huh?’, 

and y’know I could tell he was drunk.” He paused to take another drag of his cigarette. The impression of his father was pretty accurate, you had to admit.

“And I’m just standing there, tryna do my shit. I say

 ‘Dad, I’ve got a burner on. Don’t try anything.’, 

‘cause I don’t want him to burn the fuckin’ house down.” He ran his hand through his hair again before letting his hand settle on top of yours. He interlocked your fingers, settling them back on his stomach. You kept his hand in yours as you listened to him.

“Then he goes 

‘You know it’s a shame you gotta be so butchy ‘bout everything. If you weren’t playin’ pretend all the time, you could make some guy real fuckin’ happy. Least I could be proud of ‘ya for bein’ a wife, not whatever the fuck you’re doin’ to yourself.’” 

John repeated his father’s words, laced with just as much cruelty as the man who first said them. The words of his father disgusted you, and you could tell things would quickly go south from here.

John went on. “So I say 

‘Dad, don’t say that.’ 

And then he grabs the back of my shirt, throws me backwards, like, away from the stove. And he just starts yellin’ at me, saying all this shit about how he’d treat me better if I was normal. If I just dropped the act and lived like everyone else does.” Johns voice got a little quieter as he spoke. You could tell this got to him. It hit him like a punch to the gut. 

You knew he hated the idea of getting hitched, even if he got to be a man in the relationship. Too many outside opinions and expectations, he said. 

You cringed at his father’s mention of ‘dropping the act’. At this point, neither you or John had any doubts about yourselves or each other. It was hell existing as it was, but standing your ground about who you were was a whole other thing. You were proud of him for not suppressing who he was, but at the same time you couldn’t stand how he was treated for it.

“Mhm. God I hate that…” You agreed with him, letting him know you were still listening. He took another drag of his cigarette before continuing.

“So he gets me near the wall, like almost throws me against it. And I think that’s when my elbow got hit, now that I think about it. I don’t know, it’s a little blurry,” He paused to let out a small yawn. You could imagine how tired he was, with it still being the middle of the night. And the obvious.

“And I just wasn’t in the fuckin’ mood, right? So I didn’t say shit, didn’t look at him, nothin’. I kinda just took it so I could get it over with. And then he hit me." You knew that was coming but it still broke your heart to hear. The pained sound of his voice came through, you could tell he was so tired of his father. He was tired of all the shit this man put him through. You held John a little tighter, feeling a sudden surge of protectiveness over him. 

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," Your voice held such sincerity. It was such a comfort to the man, who needed it desperately. Your soft way of speaking to him and the way you held him, coupled with the cigarette, had him feeling so far away from the situation. Like he was safe from it now, like nothing could even hurt him. You leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek, sweet and considerate.

"I've got you now, I can make it better." You assured him of your presence. Even though you could only temporarily make things better, you would try to ease his pain for as long as you possibly could. You ran your fingers through his hair methodically, occasionally playing with a few strands. The sensation could do wonders to put him at ease. You could feel him relax as he finished the last of his cigarette. He snuffed it into the ground beneath you, then flicked it away. He sighed, turning around slightly in your hold so he could face you.

"Hey. I love you. Don't forget it." He sounded a little more drowsy now, like he could fall asleep in your arms any minute.

You leaned it to place a soft, tender kiss on his forehead. A goodnight kiss of sorts. "I love you too. Never forgetting it. Ever." You couldn't help but smile as you saw his face again. He looked adorable, all tired and warm, like he felt safe. 

You'd stay happy like this for the night, holding John in your arms and protecting him. You'd be there again and again, no matter the reason. No matter how bad he was hurt, you'd be there to make it better.

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[ladyinbl00d]

sometimes i like to think im one of the girls john was seeing before claire n then after they get together john comes back to me n breaks up w claire💞

[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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mickey altieri

john bender

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[m3lonpire]

john bender but his love language is picking on you. So he takes your books and you straight up fight him for it.

LOL Or teasing you for your height.