classic // 80s movie headcanons + imagines

7 | john bender

detention with a plus size, female reader

- it was 7:45am when you trudged into school for saturday detention

- you'd been caught smoking a joint in the art room during lunch on wednesday and you were immediately sent to the vice principal's office

- and that old bastard gave you a wonderful 9 hours of detention to look forward to

- when you walked in the library was empty, so you sat at the front row

- 15 minutes of twiddling your thumbs later, the door swung open

- in waltzed the school's resident bad boy, john bender

- notorious asshole and trouble maker

- still hot though

- john wasn't sure what to make of you when he saw you first

- he'd seen you around in the halls before but didn't know you at all

- he had no clue how you'd managed to end up in trouble, you didn't seem like the type to do anything bad

- so detention was the perfect opportunity to get to know you

- by annoying you til you talked!!!

- he sat across and behind you without a word and slung his feet onto the table

- after a lengthy welcome from vernon, detention was underway

- you decided it would be best to set about doing the task he'd given you for the day

- so you grabbed your pencil and started to plan what you would write

- meanwhile, bender decided it would be more fun to make a paper aeroplane out of his sheet and throw it at you

- he even put a lovely message on it for you

- "sit on my face"

- you scoffed and scrunched the plane up then turned to glare at him

- "what?" he said. "I think any guy would want thighs like yours around his head"

- "you're not funny."

- "I wasn't joking, but suit yourself" he shrugged to himself then lit a cigarette

- you turned back to your paper, blushing

- it was quiet for a while after that

- john occasionally got up and wandered around, mooching behind bookshelves and nosing in the offices

- you just ignored him and kept working on your essay

- "why are you so boring?" bender asked, coming to lean on the table in front of you

- "why are you so annoying?" you quipped back

- "woah, no need to be hostile. I'm just tryna be friendly!"

- "what, by calling me boring?"

- you threw your pencil onto the table and huffed, crossing your arms over your chest

- "well that's cause you're being boring!"

- you sighed, unfolding your arms again

- you were being a bit boring and doing the work so you didn't get detention again

- there was no fun in that really

- "fine, what do you wanna talk about?"

- so the two of you talked

- for HOURS

- you had to pretend to work every once in a while when vernon checked in on you

- but aside from that you spent the whole of detention on the sofas and on the floor at the back of the room

- "okay, what are you most insecure about?" bender asked, rolling up another joint for you to share

- you had told him about getting caught the other day

- "my weight" you said quietly, and he looked over at you with wide eyes

- "you're kidding right?"

- "no..."

- "well, I don't know why you're worried because you've got the body of a fucking goddess"

- "I'm not that special" you said shyly

- "lemme tell you something. I've done it with a lotta people, but skinny girls? they suck."

- "really? I find that hard to believe"

- "I'm not kidding, doll. how would you feel if you had a bag of bones jerkin' around on top of you? that shit sucks. I like my gals with something to hold on to, y'know?"

- you weren't sure what to say exactly

- but you took it as a compliment

- "bigger girls are a thousand times better than skinny white girls, and that's coming from experience, so don't you ever hate your body because it's goddamn perfect and I know I would worship it like it deserves to be"

- he continued, "you are perfect just the way you are. and anyone with the nerve to tell you otherwise is gonna have to go through me first. don't let anything stop you believing in yourself"

- "I don't know what to say, bender..."

- "you don't have to say anything, sweets, just remember what I said"

- he lit his joint and watched you look at your lap through the smoke he blew

- he felt weird, like he wanted to make you happier

- in his mind he knew it would be wrong to give up his image, and he wasn't the most sensitive, emotionally tuned of people anyways

- but his heart said different

- he passed you the joint, smiling as you visibly relax when the weed kicks in

- "y'know, you're welcome to share weed with me anytime you want" he said as you headed out of detention later

- "thanks" you smiled gently

- "maybe I'll see you around soon then?" he smirked

- "under the bleachers. I'll bring a spare lighter" you chuckled in reply

- "that's my girl." he began to walk away, but turned after a second. "and y/n?"

- "yeah?"

- "never forget what I told you"

- and that's how you learned to love yourself a little bit more