#eternalnoise (bender)

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THE CATCH WAS THAT most meals were spent with Leon. Sure, Elliot was keeping a motherfucking planner, now, so he’d know that he didn’t remember where he was from-- what was it, 11:30 till basketball at 2:00?-- but Ed wanted to get out and be a socialite, too. He left Elliot alone all day, barely spoke to him until after dinner most days. He had breakfast and dinner. If they were gonna be stuck in here, Ed wasn’t just gonna be a night owl. Lunchtime was his, today.

AND THERE WAS SOME DUDE sitting over in the corner, looking like a guy Ed should go chat up. For today, at least. He took his food tray over and sat down across from him. Friendly.

“ YOU MAKE IT A HABIT to sit by yourself? ”

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not to be horny on main but i want you to get in bed next to me right now and tell me about your day

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The next morning, Elliot felt like he must’ve cried the whole night and then forgotten about it. Wouldn’t have been surprising, considering how everybody’s always tell him he doesn’t remember stuff. But this was how he always felt after crying: run down, empty. Like a void spiraling ever-wider. Not even gravity could help keep him together when he felt like this.

I need to start my day. Fuck if I feel like shit. The autorun-program doesn’t work if I let it slip up.

He ran his fingers through his hair and looked over at his sink where he kept his journal.

It wasn’t sitting on the ledge.

Elliot sat up. I didn’t leave it anywhere. It was right there when I went to bed last night. Did somebody steal it?

Of course someone did. Mr Robot. I need to go talk to Carla.

Elliot got out of bed and found he had to wait five minutes to curfew to open and let him out of his cell. He paced the whole time, wringing his hands in front of him. A guard came and let him out, and then Elliot was skittering down the hall to Carla’s cell. Maybe she had already gone to the library. She usually got let out before he did. It was just how the hallway was set up. No, she was just walking out of her cell, too. Must not’ve woken up early like me.

“Carla, have you seen my notebook?”

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        ED STARTS GOING OUT around two or three o’clock in the morning, every day that he could, to meet with Angela and Tyrell to work on Stage II. He’s been jittery as all get out, because he knows Elliot’s up to something-- he’s been ordering in new work clothes, he has a motherfucking E Corp badge sitting on his coffee table with his name on it, and he’s been taking Zoloft every goddamn day. Ed can’t see any of what he does during the day, and it’s pissing him off. He shouldn’t be blocked out of Elliot’s life, even if he’s well and truly blocked Elliot out of his.

        IT SEEMS LIKE THEY really are beginning to separate, and it’s opening up some kind of chasm in Ed’s chest, slowly. He can’t describe what it is, but they used to work together. He could look out for Elliot, whenever he felt like it. What if this was permanent? What if he’d never be able to see his Kiddo, ever again?

        HE’S PREOCCUPIED with these thoughts, around six in the morning, as he unlocks the front door to Elliot’s apartment and steps inside. The sun is just coming up, bleary orange light that’ll soon turn a soft white filtering in through the blinds on Elliot’s windows. He isn’t tired. He pulls down Elliot’s hood takes his hat off and sets his keys it on the coffee table. Turns around.

        BENDER’S ASLEEP IN Elliot’s bed. Was... Elliot hadn’t had him over, though, right? Ed hadn’t seen him last night. No, wait, today’s the 3rd. Or, the 4th, now, technically. Shit. Ed hadn’t been around since the 31st... He wiped at his eyes and went over to Elliot’s coffee machine that he never used. It came with the apartment. Ed set it up, quiet, and stood by the machine with his arms crossed while it groaned into working order.

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@eternalnoise cont. from our ask!

It had been days since their last encounter, and Bender was tired of the sudden cold shoulder he was getting from Curly. This had happened last time, and something was up.

So he waited until he was making his way to the bleachers - ready for another basketball game. That was when he grabbed Curly by the wrists and dragged him behind to where Hot Carla was usually burning a book (thank fuck she was probably in the library).

“What the fuck is going on, man?”

ED WAS SORT OF PISSED about it, but Elliot had them running on a pretty decently-set program. Once you do the same shit consistently for a few weeks, the day feels off if you divert from your code too severely. So at the right time, Ed finds himself walking to the fucking basketball court, his head in a fog since he knows Elliot will probably kick him out as soon as he--

THE FOG DISSIPATED in an instant, Ed grinding his teeth and ready to fucking fight tooth and nail at whoever was trying to fucking assault Elliot again...

“ BENDER..? The fuck, man? ” He glanced about Bender’s person, looking to see if he had anything dangerous on him besides his fists and a handful of bad intentions. He broke his hands free from Bender’s grasp, his heart banging. “ The hell are you talking about? Nothing’s going on, I’m just going about my goddamn day... ” He didn’t massage at his wrists but sort of wanted to. Elliot didn’t have the most resilient of frames.

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        “ JUST...WHAT ARE YOU doing, exactly? ”

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“You look like you don’t belong in here.” - Bender to Ed or Elliot

school-related memes for my new verse! | @eternalnoise

Elliot had just wanted to sit at the back and get his two hours of detention over with, so that he could meet up with Angela at the movies and forget about all of this. And now Bender was coming over and talking to him? Look at me; I’m in the same fucking place as John Bender… What the hell is my life right now?

Elliot blinked while Bender turned out the seat next to him and sat down, rearranging himself so that he habitually took up less space. There’s a really simple reason for that: it’s because I don’t. But apparently I told Mr Elderman to “piss off and also go to hell, you Oedipus Rex motherfucker” when I was high yesterday, and now I’m in here because of it.

“I could say the same thing about you…” except I hear about you getting detention all the time. He shuffled again, pulling at the cuff of his blue jacket. He should’ve smoked before this. “Pretty shitty, that they make us come in on a Saturday like this. I’d rather just…stay after school…”

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😘 - Bender @Elliot

mr robot kisses meme | @eternalnoise

😘 to give my muse a deeper sort of kiss

Elliot was sure about it. He was positive. Bender wouldn’t hurt him. He would never. He didn’t need the weed. They hadn’t smoked before this, and now he let his hands move down Bender’s chest to settle atop his thighs.

It was different in prison. Every protocol I had was corrupted, then. There’d been no way to avoid seeing people. I’d kicked morphine – again. I’d almost closed back up again after getting out, but I don’t want to do that. Not with Bender. I told him I don’t want to do that, and he’s been willing to go at whatever pace I want. Which is scary. But it’s also not, at the same time. Somehow.

Then Bender’s tongue brushed against Elliot’s bottom lip and he gasped, his hands startling up…but he pushed through the anxiety, his heart thumping away, and instead reached up to tangle his hands in Bender’s hair, settling down so that he was straddling Bender’s lap. He pulled back from the kiss a moment, panting, and nuzzled over to Bender’s ear, breathing.

“ Fuck, ” he muttered, grinning. “ Do that again and I’ll do whatever the fuck you want me to… ” And he sort of meant it. He wanted to do everything with Bender… Maybe not everything tonight, but fucking soon…

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CLOSED STARTER | @eternalnoise for bender!

        “ WOULD YOU STOP looking at me like that? I’m not him. ” The change-out was faster than a blink this time, and he wasn’t even feeling the slightest bit groggy. GUESS THE KIDDO’S BEEN TIRED OR SOMETHING.

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CLOSED STARTER @eternalnoise for Bender!

HE COULD BLAME IT ON a lot of things, honestly. On the 72 buildings crumbling to the ground across the country, killing thousands of workers with families and goals and personal debts still to pay off. On the 007 shit Tyrell had played on him with this, that Angela had played on him, of all fucking people. Locked him out when HE was supposed to be the one on the inside. Fuck ELLIOT, lock him out. On the fact that he’d been in control for four hours already and he was sick of it, waking up and never able to sleep. On Elliot’s weird emotions bleeding through-- that he missed 5H4YL4, missed FL1PP3R, missed his D4D, even missed 5331N6 HIM... And he missed seeing Elliot, too... It was all fucking wrong.

AND ED HAD NOTHING if not anger within him. Destructive RAGE. He could say he was checking the apartment for bugs, mics, hidden wires, but really, he jammed his heel down against the coffee table because he wanted to hear it splinter, feeling bits of it get caught through his sneaker, fling books and throw broken pieces of wood. He stopped just short of grabbing the FISH TANK. He wouldn’t fucking throw QWERTY, but he was damn close to it. His hands reach for Elliot’s laptop, because 3L3C7R0N1C5 make the BEST CRASHES...

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“ Usually when I think about my future, it fucks me up. ...But when I picture you there with me, it feels...better. ”

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♫ - Elliot and Bender

a cool PLAYLIST ask! @eternalnoise​

It’s Alright - Mother Mother

It’s alright, it’s okay; it’s alright, it’s okay; you’re not a demon, there’s a reason you’re behaving that way…

High - SIVIK

You keep me from crashing down. Stay a little longer, stay a little longer with me. Once I get it going, so addicted, got me trippin’, high off of you…

The Lightning Strike - Snow Patrol

What if this storm ends and I don’t see you as you are now ever again?

7 Years Old - Lukas Graham

Once I was twenty years old, my story got told; before the morning sun, when life was lonely. Once I was twenty years old…

Young Volcanoes - Fall Out Boy

Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds. It’s all over now. Before it has begun, we’ve already won… We are wild… We are like young volcanoes…

Dear Fellow Traveler - Sea Wolf 

You spoke my language and touched my limbs-- it wasn't difficult to pull me from myself again, and in our travels, we found our roads. You held it like a mirror, showing me the life I chose...

Still Into You - Paramore

Some things just, some things just make sense, and one of those is you and I... Some things just, some things just make sense and even after all this time, I'm into you...

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HANDWRITING CAN TELL YOU A LOT ABOUT A PERSON. go here and reblog with your character’s name in their handwriting! [ click the sample text below each font & start typing away ! ]

Caveat

elliot’s canon handwriting

Rock Salt

ed’s canon handwriting (nsfw)

La Belle Aurore

knows how to forge Elliot’s signature when necessary

Coming Soon

sometimes writes “c” and “e” backwards

tagged by stolen from: @strangerinourmidst tagging: @eternalnoise (bender, goofy) / @fourthtm , @behindaccents (veronica, harley) , @krmastrike , @just-a-txch (mason, kane) and you!

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♫ - Ed and Bender

Send me ♫ and I’ll make a 5-10 song PLAYLIST for our muses!        @eternalnoise

Don’t Mess With Me - Temposhark

IMAGINE, IF YOU WILL, our meet on the block. I’ve got time to kill, so how about a quick fuck?

Hold Me Tight, or Don’t - Fall Out Boy

I NEVER REALLY feel a thing; I’m just kinda too froze. You were the only one that even kinda came close…

Hatef–k - The Bravery

THERE WILL BE no tenderness, no tenderness. I will show no mercy for you, you had no mercy for me. The only thing that I ask, love me mercilessly…

The Cave - Mumford & Sons

‘CAUSE I HAVE OTHER things to fill my time: you take what is yours and I’ll take mine; now, let me at the truth, which will refresh my broken mind…

Bloody Shirt (Bastille Remix) - To Kill A King

BLOOD IN YOUR EAR, though, blood on your shirt. It’s too late to say you’re sorry: say you’re sorry still…

I Must Cry Out Loud - Mother Mother

HERE COME MY tears, like a dancer on a stage… I got nothing to fear: just a hurricane of feeling. Baby, come here…

My Demons - Starset

I CANNOT STOP THIS sickness taking over: it takes control and drags me into nowhere. I need your help, I can’t fight this forever…

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ED FOLLOWED HOTSHOT to his feet, glancing down him again while he stretched his head to either side. He picked up his tray and returned it, managing to do at least that, before walking after the guy out of the room. Going away in pairs wasn’t uncommon in this place. Hell, they’d be drawing less attention than the fucks that swarmed in groups of four or five...

“ YOU SEEM TO KNOW where you’re going, ” Ed teased, walking down the hall after him, heading toward the double doors that would take them out into the yard. “ You need me to show you the way, or should I just follow your lead? ”

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Bender chuckled and picked up another chess piece - something to occupy his hands while Curly ate. He’d already eaten before finding Curly. “If I had kitchen duty I’d definitely use that time to check.” But Bender was considered too dangerous to allow in the kitchen - most likely because of the knife that was taken from him upon his arrest.

Then just like that they were getting to the point, and he couldn’t help but smirk a little. Maybe he wasn’t such an asshole after all.

“Don’t have to try to romance me, Curly,” he then ran his foot up Curly’s leg - utilising the privacy of the table, “you had me at deadzone.”

“ I’LL MAKE SURE TO check next time I’m back there. ” He didn’t usually take the time to spit in people’s food. Unless it was somebody in particular he knew pissed him off, like the fucking skinheads.

ED DIDN’T STARTLE at the touch to his shin, up the inside of his leg, but he did glance down with a wide smile, open his legs up a little as a wordless invitation, folding his arms atop the table and leaning forward.

“ GOOD. ROMANCE’S NEVER been a strong suit of mine, anyway. ” NOT FEELINGS, EITHER, which he couldn’t help but 534RCH for, watching Hotshot across the table. But was he looking inside himself or at the guy feeling him up? Who knows. WHO CARES.

“ FEEL LIKE GOING FOR a walk with me, Hotshot? ”

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ED MADE SURE TO SLIDE his gaze along the guard they passed, watching him grimace at just a little bit of fun. SPOIL SPORT.

HE HAD HIS HANDS tucked in his pockets, becoming a silent observer a second time as some schmuck walked over and handed Hotshot— BENDER?— a pack of smokes. WONDER WHAT HE DID FOR THOSE. SHOULD I BE SEEIN’ SOMEBODY BESIDES HOT CARLA?

THERE’S A SMILE ACROSS his lips, pride blossoming in Ed’s chest that he had something which somebody else wanted. Made him feel good. Powerful.

“ I THOUGHT BENDER was British for homo? Have they adapted that particular insult in the Good Ol’ US of A, now, too? ” He bumped Bender’s shoulder. “ Hey, they give ya a whole pack? You gonna maybe let me have onea them after we walk? ”

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Bender chuckled and picked up another chess piece - something to occupy his hands while Curly ate. He’d already eaten before finding Curly. “If I had kitchen duty I’d definitely use that time to check.” But Bender was considered too dangerous to allow in the kitchen - most likely because of the knife that was taken from him upon his arrest.

Then just like that they were getting to the point, and he couldn’t help but smirk a little. Maybe he wasn’t such an asshole after all.

“Don’t have to try to romance me, Curly,” he then ran his foot up Curly’s leg - utilising the privacy of the table, “you had me at deadzone.”

“ I’LL MAKE SURE TO check next time I’m back there. ” He didn’t usually take the time to spit in people’s food. Unless it was somebody in particular he knew pissed him off, like the fucking skinheads.

ED DIDN’T STARTLE at the touch to his shin, up the inside of his leg, but he did glance down with a wide smile, open his legs up a little as a wordless invitation, folding his arms atop the table and leaning forward.

“ GOOD. ROMANCE’S NEVER been a strong suit of mine, anyway. ” NOT FEELINGS, EITHER, which he couldn’t help but 534RCH for, watching Hotshot across the table. But was he looking inside himself or at the guy feeling him up? Who knows. WHO CARES.

“ FEEL LIKE GOING FOR a walk with me, Hotshot? ”