#john bender
Judd Nelson & Robert Downey Jr. (1988)
Imagine Bender helping you find the library before detention.
requested by: two anons! one of them requested a kiss, but this is a first meeting so i felt that would be a little rushed. i hope you like it anyways though!
warnings: bender being a dick, of course.
You didn’t deserve to be in detention. You were never a bad student - you’d got plenty of nicknames through the many schools you’d been to. “Goody-goody bookworm” was the general gist of it, so when you were late to class on your first day, it devastated you to be given a detention simply for getting lost.
Even now, you still couldn’t figure out where you were supposed to be. The halls all looked the same, the classrooms all looked the same and the fact that there was no one around to ask didn’t help matters. There was honestly no hope, you were gonna be late to your first detention for being late.
Oh, the irony.
Fists clenched in irritation, just about prepared to give up, you turned a corner and-
“HEY!”
A boy popped out in front of you and jumped right in your face. You yelped and stumbled backwards, catching yourself just before you tripped over.
When the shock of it all had passed, you frowned up at the boy. You recognised him distantly, but figured you must have just seen him around the halls. “What was that for?”
His face, a picture of surprise, switched seamlessly into a shit-eating grin. “That was pretty fun, huh?”
Your brows knitted together, “Well, not really.”
“Honestly I thought you were Vernon, heard your footsteps. But that’s not… you.” His tone was teasing, and you felt exposed somehow. His eyes raked your face, and you could feel that he knew more about you than you wanted him to know, just from reading you. “You’re the new kid. Why the hell you here on a Saturday?”
You pursed your lips and looked away, feeling the ends of your ears heat up. You didn’t want to say, so instead you asked, “Where’s the library again?”
His eyes lit up at this, and that teasing tone was back. “Oh, the library?” He clicked his tongue and gave you a patronising look, as if he were a disappointed adult. “You’re in detention, aren’t you? What would your parents say!? First week in a new school and you’re already being a delinquent.”
You tried not to let his words get to you, but could feel how they stabbed at you. “Don’t assume about my parents.” And with this, you brushed past him and continued on your way, trying to push the face of your father out of your mind.
But the boy’s face popped in instead when he cleared his throat dramatically. “Um, greenhorn. The library is this way.”
You took a breath and turned to look at him, unimpressed. He had a stupid smile on his face and he flicked his hair away, which made you notice a grey streak right at the front. This boy wasn’t all he seemed. But that’s just another reason to distrust him. “Is it actually?”
“Yeah come on, I’ll walk you. It just so happens to be my destination too, as part of the fine life.”
written by: archie
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“Saturday, March 24, 1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois, 60062. Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That’s the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.”
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I swear to god so many of these “passing tips” for masc presenting people are just “be an asshole to everybody”. Transmascs saw John Bender and ran with him.
