#Either get busy living or get busy dying [I.T 2017 Verse]

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@shotbitch​ said: “Stay.”

Unorthodox if not a little uncommon, the dew still running heavily down the window pane outside, a slight layer of snow, the crack of dawn peeking in through the small gap in the curtains. John had gotten himself up, slid out of bed and readied himself to leave like one would do, courteous and the way it was for one night things, aiming to slip out of the aforementioned window without a single noise made.

His denim barely made contact with his shoulders when she spoke up, his head turning to look over his shoulder back at her with a look of adamant surprise. “If you really want me too.”

It was cold outside and really it didn’t take much to convince him to come back to the warmth, leaving his jacket on the chair before climbing back under the sheets with the girl.

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Post-Fight Sentence Starters @shotbitch​ said: “Who did you pick a fight with this time?”

“That Bowers kid...Said some shit I didn’t like...did you know he has some stick up his ass? I mean...everyone knows...but... what’s that obsession with trying to carve his fucking name into everything...? seems like some frivolous attempt to try and own something.” Bender rolled his eyes, the tussle with Henry had at least gone in his favour, though John wasn’t exactly well built, he still had a good inch in height on the kid, scrawny but fast, a quick boot to the lower spine to knock Bowers over seemed to have spooked him enough to make him scarper. Bender didn’t appreciate being threatened with a knife, not when he was the one usually doing the threatening. 

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Send a ◈ for a first kiss between our muses. @shotbitch​ said: ◈ ( if you want ! )

“How do you know you won’t like something if you aren’t willing to try it at least once?” Smooth talking, it wasn’t unknown that Bender had been after her for a while, though post their little date at the fair, nothing had really kicked off or sparked between them, maybe now this was his chance... His hand ran through her hair, slowly twisting his digits through the red strands, brushing idly over her scalp before his palm came to rest at the back of the girls neck.

John knew he was pushing his luck, but not one ever got anywhere in life by running away scared, sometimes you just had to cease the moment and grab everything by the fucking nads.

Before she could reply to him, his head tiled and he locked his own lips with hers. that smirk receding between the swapping of spit and the given taste of cigarettes on his breath, his actions surprisingly gentle compared to his usual brash behaviour.

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@shotbitch​ said: “ stay with me tonight. ”

“Alright but only on one condition...that when you wake up tomorrow and realise your bed stinks of cigarettes and bad decisions...you ain’t gonna make me go wash the damn things.”

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f*ck with my muse  @shermerclassclown​ said: 26: Vernon stared at Bender with his cold, grey eyes as he grabbed him by the arm with a powerful grip. "Figured I'd find you loitering around here, you worthless sack of shit," he said roughly. "Too long have I been lenient on you, John. That's about to change." It was then he began to unbuckle his belt off his dress pants.

Sure he’d been loitering on a street corner, slinging weed outside of Traxx, nothing out of the usual, maybe his routine was becoming a little too repetitive and the fact Dick seemed to have tracked him down so easily confirmed it.

“Get offa me, asshole!”

Out of school hours, seemed like Richard was about to do whatever the hell he pleased, no shock to Bender, no one would believe him anyway, but then came the memories of being threatened in that small closet, having the shit beaten out of him today was not on the menu.

He struggled to pull away from the grip but to clearly to no avail.

“FUCK YOU, MAN!”

John spat back at him and attempted to back peddle, digging his heels into the ground as he pulled and tried to twist his arm away, even going far enough to try and wriggle out of his denim.

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@shotbitch​ said: "Can you....... hold me?"

A little suspicious Bender had to study her for a moment to see if she was serious or playing a little game, post his confirmation his head swivelled left and right to check the area, as he usually would before wrapping both arms around her.

“Something wrong?”

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@shotbitch​ said: "I just wanted to end the night like this." Beverly leans over and presses a kiss to Bender's mouth and then looks down, a bit bashfully, a stark contrast to her usually rebellious don't give a fuck attitude.

It was a little out of left field, Bender figured he hadn’t really done anything to warrant it, hence the surprise on his face. A wild guess, he’d taken her for a walk, nothing special, just a couple of hours around the local park, a smoke, a couple of odd bought’s of silence and casual conversation, under the impression she needed a little time away from whatever was troubling her... “Unh...no problem man, I mean...any time you know?”

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Anonymous said: A mysterious old lady reveals to Bender a tarot card with an illustration of a man that looks exactly like him, riding in a hot air balloon that's about to collide into some powerlines

“Good job I don’t believe in this shit huh?”