#the breakfast club imagine

[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 :) ♡

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I know, I know I Ain’t Never Gonna Change – Andrew Clark and John Bender (The Breakfast Club)

Andrew walked through the front door of a spacious two-story house occupied by numerous teens partying to their heart’s content. Making his way through the crowd of mingled bodies, he continued his journey for his friend group. Andrew found them in the usual hangout in the center of the living, commanding all partygoers' attention and setting the social climate hierarchy. “Andrew!” Brad yelled, spotting the blonde as he came into view of the lion den; he waved him over to quickly join the pride. “Hey, guys.” Andrew greeted, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice. “Man, I didn’t think you’d show.” Steve laughed playfully, shoving Andrew, almost sending his body into Claire, who stood near the cheerleaders. “Don’t stay out too late, or you’ll miss your date with Assistant Principal Vernon tomorrow,” Grace added, pushing him back towards the jocks; Andrew’s ripping was met with laughter at the expense of his self-confidence.

“I couldn’t miss this! Besides, what’s a little more trouble going to do to me,” Andrew smirked, garnering vocal admiration from his peers. The group quickly broke into their own conversations, leaving Andrew time to scan for a kindred spirit to get through this obligatory social gathering. He noticed a key pride member who appeared at every party was absent this night. “Have you guys seen (Name)?” He asked the clique, who looked at each other for the answer. “I haven’t seen her; it could be her mom’s weekend,” Heather suggested causing the group to nod in agreement. Chad took this as an opportunity to his advantage since Andrew showed little interest in socializing. “Why don’t you go get us drinks? On the way, you could look around for her.” So he recommended it, and everyone agreed that this was a great idea. Feeling pressured, Andrew decided swiftly, making his leave from his peers. As he left, he heard someone making a snapping noise and then laughter. He imagined that Chad joked that he was whipped to get brownie points from the others.

Gathering the various drinks, Andrew jumped when he turned around to find Claire behind him. “I don’t know if this is my place, but I saw (Name). She went upstairs about two hours ago.” She informed him, leaving as fast as she appeared in front of him. Andrew dropped all the cups in his hands into the sink heading to the second floor. At parties, the social hierarchy of high school still applies to the different cliques dictating who can interact with each other. The popular kids stayed front and center at every party; they talked, danced, or played beer pong to pass the time. Many of their conversations centered around tearing down the other cliques. Other cliques tended to pick an area without straying too far from their safe havens. Teenagers who had no particular interest or stood out in groups floated between cliques. Except for one subset, people tended to steer clear in everyday life due to their disdain for these individuals. The undesirables are made up of delinquents, weirdos, and any person who stood out for all the wrong reasons in high school.

Climbing up the stairs, Andrew tried not to notice the unwanted attention he received from the hyena clan that littered the second floor's steps, balcony, and hallway. It was a rare feat that a lion would openly walk into the den of his enemy, especially alone. Nevertheless, Andrew felt that the clan scrutinized his every move as they were on alert to his ascending presence. Reaching the top of the stairwell, a tall, lanky male blocked the blonde’s path. “Can I help you?” The boy questioned; it didn’t sound like a question but more in line with a demand to know why Andrew decided to encroach on another clique’s area. Andrew noticed several people slowly appearing behind the unknown male, ready to attack when signaled. “I’m looking for a girl named (Name),” Andrew confessed, holding up his hands as a sign he meant no harm. “Who’s asking?” The male sneered at him. “Andrew.” He replied, puffing out his chest, trying to command respect like his predecessors. Around him, his reply was met with cackles and laughter from the hyenas. The clan leader nodded his head for one of his underlinings to scavenge the second floor for the girl.

Waiting felt like an eternity as Andrew looked everywhere, avoiding the gatekeeper’s stare. Outside this moment, the two would never interact normally unless there was rivalry while on neutral territory. “Andrew!” A voice called, drawing his attention to a familiar girl quickly appearing from the depths of the hallway. Andrew didn’t pay much attention to her as she conversed with the stoner. He was in awe that Claire was correct, (Name) was upstairs, except that this girl didn’t resemble the person he knew. She wore tattered acid-wash jeans, a white crop top, and an oversized jean jacket that engulfed her frame. Her demeanor came off as relaxed, nonchalant, and sarcastic. Not to mention a distinct odor that hit Andrew’s nose now that she was in front of him. As the other male left, (Name) turned her full attention to Andrew as he stared at her in disbelief. “Want to get out of here?” She smiled at him, holding out her hand for him.

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[radioactiveparker]

The Breakfast Club - Eddie Munson X Cheerleader!Reader (Mini Series)

Eddie Munson X Fem!Cheerleader!Reader - Enemies to Lovers

Summary: Five high school students from different walks of life endure a Saturday detention under a power-hungry principal. Each has a chance to tell his or her story, making the others see them a little differently. And when the day ends, they question whether school will ever be the same. (A retelling of The Breakfast Club, written and directed by John Hughes.)

Series Warnings: Enemies to lovers / All Characters Are 18+ / Strong Language / Sex References / Mentions of Abuse (physical and emotional) / Cheating / Bad Relationships / Dysfunctional Families / Arguing / Materialism / Kleptomania / Stereotyping / Sexual Orientations / Drug Use / Mentions of Alcohol / Smoking / Pyromania and Fire / References to Demonianism and Satanism / References to Religious Beliefs / Social Alienation / Angst / Hurt-Comfort / Use of Y/N (like once or twice) / Eddie is a complete asshole

A/N: This mini series is set in its own little world, so it does not follow the Stranger Things timeline, and I have taken some creative liberties with most characters. Yes, they are all still in high school (final year and 18+), and yes, some of the events don't match up - just forget everything you knew about Stranger Things, it's easier that way haha.

“...And these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They’re quite aware of what they’re going through...” - David Bowie 

Masterlist:

Part One - These Children That You Spit On

Part Two - Low Tolerance For Dehydration

Part Three - Hallway Vision

Part Four - ???? (Coming Soon)

Part Five - ???? (Coming Soon)

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND REPORTED

warning: swearing, mentions of abuse, mentions of drugs (weed), bullying from the other members of the breakfast club

I looked around the room at everyone. They all tried to avoid my gaze before I shook my head and turned away from them.

“You should all be ashamed of yourselves. You shouldn’t have said anything.” I locked eyes with Andrew. “Anything.”

“How were we supposed to know?” He mumbled. Allison grabbed my sleeve of my jacket just as I lunged towards him. Andrew cringed back and I shook my head again.

“Pathetic.” I muttered out. Allison let go as I turned towards the staircase John Bender had made his home for the time being. I climbed up the stairs and made sure to make noise on each step. Stopping on the landing, I stood next to him, my fingertips just brushing his shoulder. “Bender? It alright if I sit here?” He nodded without looking up at me. I mirrored his position and sat down. It was quiet for a while before he turned to look at me.

“You didn’t have to do that you know.” I nodded. “I heard what you said to them. You didn’t have to.” Meeting his eyes, I shrugged.

“Let’s just say I’ve been there.” I drawled out. “I know how much it can hurt. Even if you won’t say it out loud.” John nodded before raising an eyebrow at me.

“Been there?” He supplied. “With people like them or…” I bit my lip.

“I know what it’s like to deal with shit parents and then play around with snot noses like them.” I jerked my thumb over my shoulder. “So I guess my answer is both. If you really wanted to know.” I rolled up my sleeve to show off a thin scar running the length of my forearm. John hestitated before reaching out and running a finger along the scar. “My sister. For existing.” I shrugged as I pulled the sleeve back down. I pulled my other sleeve up to my elbow. A small circular scar sat at the base of my bicep. John’s eyes widened. “My dad. For interrupting the sports game he was watching.” John reached out and pulled the sleeve down for me.

“How do you cope?” He asked. I shrugged.

“Same as you I suppose.” He smirked at me. “Copious amounts of dope.” I caught his eye and we started to laugh. “Honestly, that’s why I’m here most of the time. Sure it looks like shit on my transcript but my grades are good enough and it gets me out of the house.” John’s smirk came back and he shrugged to get more comfortable.

“Being bad feels pretty good, huh?” He chuckled.

“It’s even better when you get away with it.” We settled into a comfortable silence. Not long after, we trekked back down to join the others. It wasn’t long before we went on an excursion to John’s locker. “Nice.” I leaned down to look at the pictures he had posted in there while Andrew made some comment about how messy it was.

“My maids on vacation.” John shot back before tapping my back. He closed the locker and waved a little baggie in front of my face.

“John Bender. You sure know the way to someone’s heart.” I teased as we set off back to the library. After getting sidetracked by Vernon and losing Bender from our little gang in the library, I fingered the baggie in my jacket pocket. “Fuck it.” I muttered. I started to stand up when there was a loud crash.

“Oh shit!” I rolled my eyes and sat back down. John walked into the room rubbing his neck. “What? I forgot my pencil.” I shook my head as I stood up and started to head to the back of the library. John followed me and sat down next to me. "So do you have it all still? Or did Vernon catch you?"

"Your little reference to Johnson threw him off. I think he suspected but he's too scared to actually reach down and check." I chuckled. John swallowed and leaned in.

"Vernon threatened me. Told me to take a hit at him." My eyes widened. "I didn't. But he said that when I finally leave here I'm destined for jail. And he'd be there when I got out. Just to beat me. And if I told anyone, well you know his authority complex." I slowly held out my hand, palm up. John put his hand in mine, letting me squeeze it before drawing back just as Brian walked over. Everything became peaceful for the first time that day once we lit up. John and I ended up leaning against each other, watching the prom queen and the brain get high for the first time. We shared a look before going off on our own.

"What do you think you'll do when you leave here next year?" he asked. I shrugged as I settled into the chair in the office.

"Who knows. I'm not concerned just yet." I twirled around, using the desk to help propel me. "What about you?"

"Leave this deadbeat town." I nodded in agreement. “Figure it out from there.” It was silent for a bit while John reached for my hand and started to play with my fingers. A blush crept up my neck as I watched him. “Come with me.” I slowly raised my eyes to meet his.

“Seriously?” He nodded. “You really want me to come with you wherever you go?” John smiled and shrugged, looking away from me in the process.

“Why not?” He finally looked at me again. “I like you (Y/N).” He gently hit my shoulder with him. “In case you haven’t noticed. Besides you understand. Even if nothing comes from it, at least we’ll have each other.” I smiled at him before leaning in and kissing his cheek.

“I’d love to.” John blushed and I reveled in the fact that it was me who got him to do it. “Besides, if you haven’t noticed, I like you too John.” He smiled at me before leaning in and kissing my cheek in return.

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Hi yes hello may I request some fluffy Gareth please.I feel like Gareth cuddles

Breakfast club

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Gareth Emerson x GN!Reader

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: late Saturday nights are usually filled with a movie rented from family video and cuddles.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: nothing but plain fluff and sorta rushed writing so it’s a bit short and might have a few errors.

𝗣𝗢𝗩: first person- Y/n

“What would I do for a million bucks? I guess I’d do as little as I had to”

“That’s boring.”

“Well how was I supposed to answer?”

“The idea is to, like, search your mind for the absolute limit. Like, would you drive to school naked?”

Soft snores are heard from my chest. Gareth, had passed out asleep about 40 or so minutes into the movie, him being the one to pick out this movie too.

He was going in between this movie which is called ‘the breakfast club’ and ‘nightmare on Elm street’ which we had watched nightmare on Elm street and rented it out about 4 times now. So I talked him into changing it up for once and picking something that came out last year.

Thankfully his birthday is coming up soon so I have already bought him a VHS of his own of nightmare on Elm street so he no longer has to spend money on renting it out each time he feels like watching it.

Which brings us here, watching something else for a change and he is passed out on top of me with a blanket covering the both of us as sat in his living room on the couch.

But I wouldn’t do a thing to change it.

His lips are slightly parted and eye lids closed with his eye lashes directed downwards, touching the top of his cheek.

He never believes me whenever I tell him now pretty he looks, if it’s sleeping or being focused on something or something else, he never tends to believe me with it.

But here he is, looking beautiful as ever.

Saturdays are definitely the best days, cause they usually end with him in my arms, what gets better than that?

♡︎♡︎♡︎

𝗔/𝗻: hi! Thank you for your request! I hope this wasn’t too bad, I wrote this in a short time period cause you’re girl has been busy asf. So it was just something simple and quick I placed together ♥︎

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[therapyforrent]

Convenient Definitions - PREVIEW

Eddie Munson x Reader

A/N: This fic is inspired by The Breakfast Club! I was watching it and got inspired to write this story. And I’m aware that The Breakfast Club takes place in 1976 but the movie was released in 1985 so it kinda fits. This is a small clip of the story so far so let me know if I should continue! SPOILERS FOR THE BREAKFAST CLUB!!

Characters: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) and Mr. Vernon (The Breakfast Club)

Warnings: John Bender!Eddie Munson (is that a thing? I’m making it a thing), grammar mistakes, this a rough draft so be nice!

Summary: Having detention on a Saturday wasn't your idea of a fun weekend. Even more when Eddie "The Freak" Munson practically lived there. But you're determined to make the most of it…

This can't be happening.

Detention? On a Saturday? Glaring up at the school, you groaned and cursed to yourself as you marched up to the doors of Hawkins High. The cold air rushed around you and you hurried quickly into the building to escape it. Glancing down at the hallway, you took notice of the dark locked classrooms as you made your way to the library. The library was where detention was held, being told to report there at 6 am when you received your detention notice. Of course, you've been to the library lots of times but never like this. Hell, it wasn't even technically your fault you had detention. It's not your fault Mrs. Perkins' class was on the other side of the school. You practically had to run a marathon just to make it before the bell and the one time you were a few seconds late, landed your butt in the principal's office.

Your parents weren't too happy about you having detention but since this was the first time, they weren't too harsh with grounding you. 

Entering the library, you were surprised to see that you were the first student to arrive. You made a quick sweep of the place before looking into the office to see that Mr. Vernon was indeed here. Detention was held by Mr. Vernon, an older man who hated every student, including the nerds who did well in his class. You couldn't get on his good side because he simply didn't have one. You groaned at the mere thought of his bad attitude and simply grabbed a seat, ready to spend the day in that chair. As soon as you sat down, the door flew open, causing you to look up at the sudden disturbance: Eddie Munson.

Eddie looked just as happy as you were and it didn't take long for him to find a seat at one of the other tables. Propping his feet up in the other seat, he made himself comfortable as if he had done this a thousand times. Mr. Vernon walked in, the angry scowl permanently fixed on his face as he eyed both of you. Mr. Vernon stood in the center of the room, making himself seem bigger as he prepared to bark rules at the two of you. “It is now 7:06,” taking a glance at his watch. “You have exactly eight hours and 54 minutes to think about why you’re here. Ponder the error of your ways. You may not talk. You will not move from these seats. And you-” Mr. Vernon paused, snatching the chair that Eddie was using to rest his feet, Eddie glaring at him in response.

“Will not sleep. Is that clear, Mr. Munson?”

“Crystal.”

“Good. Maybe you’ll learn a little something about yourself. My office is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Any questions?” There was a moment of silence when both didn’t speak up. Eight hours? Sitting here in this dusty library with nothing to do? You knew that it was detention and it was supposed to be a punishment but were they really expecting you to just sit here? You sighed and slumped down into your seat as Mr. Vernon left, leaving you and Eddie to your punishment. “That man,” Eddie spoke up. “Is a brownie hound.” Silence fell through the library and you really, really started to hate this punishment. You decided right there that this wasn’t worth it. After all, who willingly spends their free time like this? You glanced up and took a peak at Eddie who had propped his feet on the table when Mr. Vernon took his chair. You never really spoke to him, people said he was dangerous. Hell, this was the first time you actually got a good look at him.

“I can feel you looking at me, you know?” Eddie announced and you quickly averted your gaze, embarrassed with yourself. “Sorry.” You spoke softly as Eddie turned in his seat to face you. Eddie looked you up and down as if he was studying you. You fidgeted in your seat under his gaze and looked anywhere else besides him.

 “So…what are you in for?” Eddie asked, however you refused to give into his antics. Talking wasn’t allowed and you weren’t exactly liking the idea of Mr. Vernon coming back in to give you another detention notice. Eddie noticed your lack of response but that didn’t stop him. In fact, it only egged him on and he quickly tapped his fingers on the desk before jumping up from his seat. “What are you doing? Sit down!” You hissed as Eddie peered out of the door, possibly looking to see if Mr. Vernon was still there. Once he got confirmation that he was gone, he closed the door before spinning on his heels to look at you. He smiled, pleased with the situation. You on the other hand couldn’t understand. Why was he so casual about having detention? Why did so many people think he was dangerous?

“Do you normally spend your Saturday like this?” You sighed, giving into the invitation of conversation. Rumor had it that Eddie Munson practically lived in the library on Saturdays, getting caught numerous times smoking, causing chaos in the lunchroom or the rare moments he decided to mess with the jocks. Of course, the jocks didn’t get in trouble for messing with Eddie which you thought was unfair. Eddie shrugged, a smirk plastered on his face. “It’s no biggie,” Eddie smiled. “Gives me time to think of new campaigns.” You nodded, not really understanding what Eddie meant by that but didn’t press anymore. You had a feeling Eddie didn’t like talking about himself.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“I mean,” Eddie jumped on the table, leaning so close you could smell his cologne. He looked you dead in the eyes, almost like he was trying to pry a confession out of you.

“Why are you here?”

AN: And that's it! This is a slight teaser of the full story! Pretty much a rough draft. I'm sorry I've been gone so long, so much has happened in my life and it got carried away. I'm trying to rebuild my tumblr the best I can rn so I'm gonna start posting again!

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can you do a John Bender smut where when he does his line “lets all play impregnate the prom queen” the reader agrees but only with Bender and they fuck somewhere in the school. thank youu

Prom, 1984

Pairing: John Bender x fem! Reader

Warnings: cheating, smut, language, pet names, choking, overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering, rings

Word Count: 3k

Request?: Yes!

“Let’s all play impregnate the prom queen!”

This was my life, constantly being harassed by John Bender, the school's "bad boy." Although the term "bad boy" does not adequately describe him. In reality, he was just a sad kid who felt compelled to criticize others in order to feel better about his own miserable life.

"Oh, shut up Bender. You’d never get the privilege of fucking me.”

“Ohhhh little prissy lady is getting sassy with me now?”

When I noticed he was rising from his seat on the bleachers, I turned on my heels and prepared to sprint away from this uncomfortable circumstance.

“Hey, hey, hey, where do you think you’re going?”

He asked, leaping forward to grab my elbow and spin me around. The momentum he gave my body was enough to propel me into a quick spin until I was full frontal directly in front of him, our chests inches away from touching.

“I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.”

My nervous grip was crushing the bouquet of flowers I'd received for being named prom queen, the paper crinkling as I continued to apply pressure.

“Bender, I need to get home! I really don’t have time for your shenanigans!”

I tried to come across as confident and tough, hoping he'd feel sorry for me and release his death grip on my wrist.

“Oh come on sweetheart, chill out and stay a while, won’t ya?”

He didn't have a particularly stern expression, nor did he have a particularly harsh tone. His gaze was soft and his tone was neutral, as if he were behaving in the likeness of a skilled manipulator. His entire demeanor, on the other hand, had a hard edge to it.

“Bender, please let go of me before my boyfriend comes over here and beats your ass.”

I hissed through my teeth. I knew I wasn't strong enough to take him on by myself. Adding a second, far more powerful person to the conversation might make him feel threatened.

Bender scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes nonchalantly.

“You really think bringing your prim little boy toy into the conversation is gonna scare me?”

I have to admit, I was hoping it would frighten him just enough for him to leave me alone.

Despite the fact that prom had ended twenty minutes ago, the seniors were still buzzing, unwilling to end a night they would undoubtedly remember for the rest of their lives.

“Bender, please! I’ve tried to be nice to you, but this is really starting to annoy me!”

Bender rolled his eyes all the way around his head, scoffing loudly enough for everyone to hear if there weren't two hundred people crammed into one gymnasium.

“You’re not nice to me, Y/N. You’ve never been nice to me.”

His tone had shifted from male manipulator to ferocious. I'd finally pushed him over the edge and penetrated his tough exterior.

“You’re a fucking prissy little bitch who gets everything handed to her.”

I couldn't help but recoil in response to the venom dripping from his lips. Someone, please, come to my rescue.

“Personally, I think you should be taught a lesson.”

My breath became stuck in my throat. Oh, my God, I'd gotten myself into a lot of trouble.

Bender cocked his brow in response to my anxiety when he spotted my apprehensive countenance.

“Oh, come on sweetheart. Don’t try to lie to me and say you’ve never thought about it before.”

His tone had changed to one that was oozing with lust, a dramatic contrast to the raging wrath he had been exhibiting only moments before.

He leaned into me, his mouth directly next to my ear, so he could be heard clearly.

“I know you have, sweetheart, you don’t have to stand there and lie to me.”

I swallowed, my throat constricting.

“You’re so uptight all the fucking time. Wouldn’t it be nice to sit back and let me ruin you?”

Yes, it would certainly be nice. It would be nice to slap my parents across the face when they saw me coming home with a man who is notoriously unstable.

“I bet you’d like to walk up that pretty little porch you have with me on your arm.”

My God, he read my mind.

“I bet that’d realllyyyy slap your parents in the face.”

His hot breath sent chills down my spine, his body so close to mine that the large bouquet of flowers between us was becoming completely crushed.

“Just say the word sweetheart and I’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget all about your pussy boyfriend.”

I was terrified that my boyfriend would appear at any moment, ending the moment that I wanted to prolong as long as possible.

“Come on honey, I can’t wait around all day, my cock is getting hard just thinking about being buried inside your pretty little cunt.”

I couldn’t deny the appeal of having passionate sex with the most notorious boy at Glenbrook North High School.

“John… you can’t tell my boyfriend.”

My tone came across as much more breathy and desperate than I had expected. This sparked a fiery passion in John, who thrived on making others squirm.

“Don’t worry honey, it stays between me and you until you gain the courage to kick that sorry sack of shit to the curb.”

Bender stepped back until he was at the right angle to stare down at me with his piercing brown eyes. His demeanor was crushing, and I suddenly felt weak in his presence.

“Storage closet? Bathroom? Just tell me where you want me honey and I’ll make it happen.”

I looked over both my shoulders, ensuring my boyfriend was nowhere in sight.

“People might find us in the bathroom. Storage closet is probably a better option.”

John smirked, the bright strobe lights reflecting off his tan skin.

“Sounds perfect to me.”

John dragged me through the thin crowds. Fortunately, we were positioned near the back of the gymnasium, where only nerds and girls who thought they were too cool for school congregated.

We made it to the storage closet without any chaperones bothering us with irrelevant questions or my boyfriend rudely interrupting us.

There was no need to waste money on lights that were completely unnecessary, so the halls were left completely dark.

“Is it time to play impregnate the prom queen?”

He inquired, gently pushing the door open, the squeaky hinges groaning from inactivity.

“Yes.”

I spoke softly, my knees trembling with excitement.

John took a step back until he was completely immersed in the shadow of the storage room, giving him a mysterious appearance. He extended his arm in front of him, exposing his open palm for my grasp.

My stomach flipped, every nerve ending tingling with eagerness.

I took a big step forward, extending my arm and pressing my palm against his.

John tugged me forward and my breath was knocked from my lungs as I collided with his solid chest.

He slammed his mouth into mine, kicking the door shut and submerging us in complete darkness.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as his tongue pushed past my teeth.

Our teeth were clashing in a frenzied mess of hot, passionate kisses that went straight to my core, arousal pooling in between my thighs.

John grasped the hem of my dress, thrusting it upwards to expose my white lace panties.

John began walking forward, bringing me with him until my back collided with the rickety shelves that housed the dozens of random books the school kept “just in case.”

John kicked my knees apart, standing on one leg with incredible balance as he ground his knee into my clothed cunt.

I moaned against his gloriously plush lips as I ground my hips against the scratchy fabric of his jeans.

Only John Bender would wear jeans to senior prom.

He utilized the harsh grip on my hips to move me back and forth against his clothed thigh.

“Wow. You’ve got panties on and your still making a mess on my thigh.”

His deep, sultry tone sent another wave of arousal directly to my cunt, adding to the growing ache building in between my legs.

Grinding on top of his clothed thigh provided an intense amount of pleasure, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy the growing desire building rapidly inside my lower abdomen.

I wrapped a hand around one of John’s wrists, bringing it forward until his calloused fingertips brushed against my swollen clit.

I groaned, his mouth swallowing my noises as I manipulated his hand into doing my bidding. His fingers continued to brush against my clothed clit, eliciting gentle moans from the back of my throat.

I gasped as John suddenly took control, pushing my panties to the side and shoving two fingers inside my dripping heat.

My grasp on his wrist became tighter, my nails digging into his tendons as he brutally thrusted his long digits against my spongy walls at a pace that would have me cumming around his fingers in mere seconds if I didn’t try to control myself.

“John I-I… I’m gonna cum.”

John breathed into my ear, his exhale ragged as he struggled to maintain his confident exterior.

“You can cum baby, I won’t stop you.”

My knuckles turned white as my grasp on his wrist became strong enough to restrict blood flow to his fingers.

My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my mind rocketing into a state of euphoria as I gasped in pleasure against John’s hot body, my back arching into his chest.

I assumed the continuing assault on my cunt was to allow me to come down from my wonderful high.

However, I realized I was wrong when his fingers sped up the pace, sending my nerves into a sudden state of shock.

“John.”

I murmured weakly against his lips. He pressed himself against me once more until I was sandwiched in between the shelves and him. I had nowhere to move, nowhere to go, nothing to do but to take the overstimulation he was giving me.

“Oh baby, you didn’t think I’d be that easy on you, did you now?”

I released my grip on his wrist, flailing my arms behind me to hopefully gain some form of leverage. I held onto one of the metal shelves, my grasp quickly turning into a white knuckled death grip as my body begged for mercy.

“John please-“

“You can take it. I know you're hungry for another orgasm and I intend to give you just what you ask for.”

I opened my mouth to beg for pity once more, but his free hand found my neck, his cold rings digging into the sides of my neck and restricting my air flow.

I never thought the idea of choking would turn me on, but, the lack of air I experienced thanks to his ring clad hand sent me into a state of intense nirvana. The sensation only added to the orgasm that was now building once more in the fiery pits of my stomach.

I kept my eyes fixed on his gaze, watching him intently as he released the grip on my neck before tightening his hand once more, cutting off just enough air to make me dizzy.

“Are you gonna cum again sweetheart?”

I tried to speak, but the cool rings on his hand distracted me. John smirked, pleased with the effect he had on me.

“You don’t have to answer that. I know your body is begging for me to let you cum all over my fingers again.”

My knees began to shake, black spots clouded my vision as my eyes begged John for his permission to cum.

“You can cum baby girl. I know your pussy is aching for my cock and frankly I’m throbbing at the thought of being inside of you. So let’s hurry this up, shall we?”

I nodded slightly in confirmation that I was on board with his plan.

“Good.”

He said, his husky tone dropping another octave.

He gave one final thrust of his digits to my spongy walls, sending me toppling over the edge into an overwhelming state of euphoria.

This orgasm hit me ten times harder than the last, and my insides were trembling as my body begged me to not take anymore.

But my mind thought differently. My mind wanted more of him. My mind wanted all of him, every last inch.

John dropped his hand to his side, released his grasp on my neck.

He chuckled, staring at my throat.

“I never thought a pretty little girl like you would enjoy being choked.”

I chuckled through strangled, desperate gasps for air.

“I didn’t think so either.”

I said, a wide smile on my face as I laughed at the newly awakened kink.

John shook his head slowly from side to side, trapping his bottom lip under his top teeth.

“I’m gonna wipe that smile right off your pretty little face.”

He dragged his thumb along my bottom lip, wiping off the saliva he left off my plush mouth.

“Turn around.”

I gulped.

“I’m not gonna ask you again sweetheart. Turn around or I won’t be so nice.”

I wanted to utter a witty comeback. But I knew that would do no good in this situation. The only way out was to sit back and take whatever he gave me.

Which, to be honest, I wasn’t mad about. I’d take whatever he gave me with a big smile on my face as I was far too aroused to care.

I turned around quickly, bracing myself by pushing the books out of the way and placing both my hands on a metal shelf.

John took his time. I wasn’t sure if he was staring at me, daydreaming, or contemplating his next move. Whatever it was doing, he was dead silent, not uttering a word as to prepare me for what was to come next.

I didn’t dare look back at him. I kept my gaze forward, my heart racing in anticipation.

Then, I felt his hands on my hips, gently pushing my panties down until they fell to the floor, pooling around my ankles. My soaking wet cunt was exposed, a light breeze brushing against it which sent a chill up my spine.

“You have such a pretty pussy babygirl. I bet your prissy little boyfriend doesn’t play with it very often now does he?”

I swallowed.

“No, he doesn’t.”

I wondered if he even heard me. My voice was far too weak and incoherent.

A soft smack erupted throughout the quiet storage room. I could only assume the noise came from his jeans hitting the floor.

John leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back.

“That’s a shame.”

He said, dragging the tip of his cock through my soaking wet folds.

I shuddered, goosebumps erupting all over my skin.

“If this pussy belonged to me I’d play with it all the fucking time.”

He pushed himself into me. I gasped and threw my head back against his shoulder as his thick cock stretched me to the brim.

“John, oh my god you’re so fucking big.”

If he was any bigger he’d rip me in two.

John chuckled.

“Did you have any doubts?”

He asked, beginning an agonizingly slow pace, which did nothing to diminish the aching in my cunt.

His hands rested lazily on my hips, his cock moving slowly inside of me. He was in no rush. He behaved as if we had all the time in the world.

“John, please. I’m aching for you.”

“Well… since you asked so nicely.”

I felt John’s weight lift from my back. He stood at his full height, digging his nails into the plump flesh of my hips as he began a brutal attack on my pussy.

Tears of pleasure began to form in the corners of my eyes as John snapped his hips forward, a loud smacking sound erupting from the wet connection between us.

“I bet your little boyfriend doesn’t fuck you like this now, does he?”

John’s sulky tone was dripping with lust. He was in his element, obviously very familiar with situations similar to this.

“No. No, he doesn’t.”

My nails gritted against the hard metal of the shelf, a sound similar to nails on a chalkboard.

I squeezed my eyes shut as his thick cock began to throb inside of me.

“John… can you go any deeper?”

“Yes.”

John began pulling my hips backwards to meet his thrusts, the plump tip of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of me with every intense thrust.

“Oh… oh my god yes, that’s perfect.”

I threw my head back in pleasure, giving John the perfect angle to snake his hand around my body and find its place around my neck.

I gasped as his grip tightened, constricting my airway.

“Ohhh. You’re so fucking tight.”

I could feel our combined wetness dripping down the insides of my thighs.

“John…”

The coil in my lower abdomen was incredibly tight, any sudden movement could cause it to snap.

“I’m gonna cum.”

His cock was now violently twitching inside of me.

“Me too sweetheart. I’m gonna cum right in your pretty little pussy.”

I gulped as he released inside of me, his hot cum coating my walls.

I followed right behind him, my cunt milking the last of his juices as my entire body convulsed.

I cried out his name like a prayer as my lower belly suddenly felt loose, a stark contrast from the tightness I experienced moments ago.

John gave a few final thrusts, ensuring every drop of his cum was left inside of me.

“Now.”

He said, pulling out of me.

“Go tell your fucking boyfriend you never wanna see him again.”

I turned over my shoulder, seeing him shoving his thick cock back in his jeans, his eyes focused on the task at hand.

Our combined juices were now dripping down my thighs uncontrollably.

“Then I want you to meet me back here as soon as you can.”

I furrowed my brow.

“Why?”

I asked. John scoffed, resting his hands on his hips in a rather cocky manner.

“Princess, do I really need to explain myself?”

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

The Breakfast Club members dating someone who's nonbinary

A/N: more pride content, yay! :D also this is set in the 80s, but it's pretty loose when it comes to accuracy since the term nonbinary wasn't coined until many years later

Warnings: being nonbinary in the 80s, some transphobia mentioned, swearing

Claire Standish

As uptight as Claire might be, she's pretty well-versed when it comes to gender politics

Around her friends, she acts like she doesn't care all that much, and she probably won't even correct them when they misgender you due to fear of judgment, but when you're alone she shows you that she really does by using your correct pronouns and stuff

If you don't like the clothes you own because they make you dysphoric, she'll happily take you out for a "gender affirming shopping spree", as she likes to call it

The look of pure joy on your face when you see yourself in the mirror for the first time, wear clothes that truly fit you- it makes her smile to know that she helped give you that kind of happiness

Andrew Clark

Andy may be somewhat of a himbo, but he's not just some dumb jock; he listens when you explain things to him about your gender identity and always corrects himself if he makes a mistake when referring to you

He always protects you from transphobes, even if it's from someone he's on the wrestling team with

He's even gotten in to some fights before over someone purposely trying to make you feel bad for being nonbinary, I'm not gonna lie

He always comforts you afterwards, telling you not to listen to those dipshits and reassuring you that you're perfect just being you

Brian Johnson

Brian is literally so sweet about it; he does his research and always checks with you before using gendered terms to make sure you don't feel uncomfortable

All of Brian's friends are supportive, too, which means you're probably close with his inner circle

If some annoying transphobe tries to pull the "there's only two genders" argument he's definitely the type of person to tell them how wrong they are and will even use science to back it up

You end up having long discussions over gender roles and politics together, sometimes with his friends and sometimes when you're alone

John Bender

Bender doesn't know too much about pronouns because of how little he pays attention in English class (or in any class, for that matter) but for you he definitely tries to get it right

For example, when he's about to use the wrong pronouns he always ends up catching himself and uses the correct ones before he accidentally misgenders you

Like Andy, he's gotten into fights for you over people making fun of your gender before; but unlike him it's a significantly higher amount as he doesn't have any potential sports scholarships to worry about

He not the best comforter, but if he sees that what someone said genuinely hurt your feelings he'll hold you as you cry (and make sure to beat them up afterwards)

Allison Reynolds

Allison knows what it's like to feel like an outcast for something you can't control, so she gets it

She always affirms your gender and uses the correct pronouns, so there's no worries there

Like Brian, you also have deep and thought out talks on gender roles, but it's usually only when the two of you are alone

If she sees someone openly harrass you, she probably won't do anything about it in the moment because of her hatred of confrontation, but she'll definitely check up on you afterwards and make sure you're okay

She ends up painting a landscape for you in the colors of the nonbinary flag, which you proudly hang up in your locker

~

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The Breakfast Club - Eddie Munson X F!Cheerleader!Reader

Part One - These Children That You Spit On

Chapter Summary - We meet five unlikely teenagers who have to spend the next eight hours in detention together. (A retelling of The Breakfast Club, written and directed by John Hughes.)

Chapter Warnings - Characters are all 18+ / Strong Language / Illusions to Abuse/ Abusive Relationship / Dysfunctional Families / Kleptomania / References to Demonianism and Satanism / References to Religious Beliefs / Sexual References / Stereotyping / Angst

Word Count - 6.6k

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Saturday.

October 25th, 1984.

Hargrove Residence.

6:30am.

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"Billy, c'mon, I have to go."

You reluctantly pulled away from the warm embrace of the covers, or at least attempted to. Billy kept the dead weight of his arm slung heavily around your waist, trapping you to the mattress. He released a groan of annoyance as he curled it around you and pulled you into him. You spared a few minutes to stay in his warmth and shed the sleep from your brain. The grey hues of wintry light cascaded onto the room through the gap in the curtain. The room was otherwise obscured from light, making it effortless to close your eyes and fall back asleep. You refrained, deciding to focus your ears instead. The familiar chirping of birds and the quiet hum of unfortunate morning commuters on their way to work on a Saturday morning had you sinking back into your pillow. The smell of brewing coffee reminded you to stay awake. Your eyes blinked open again, and you shuffled from underneath Billy's grasp. He groaned again, this time burying himself into your neck. You giggled, planted a kiss to his cheek, and rolled him off you.

You quickly jumped in the shower, saying good morning to Billy's little sister Max, who was making her way into the kitchen, along the way. You dressed in the bathroom, checking your watch before heading back into Billy's bedroom to say goodbye.

He lay on his front, eyes still closed, but his breathing told you that he was awake. You placed a gentle hand on his arm, leaning in to kiss his cheek again.

"Billy, I'm going now, but I'll see you on Monday, yeah?"

He said nothing. You couldn't suppress the disappointment that swept through you. You turned to leave when he softly grabbed your wrist. You smiled, thinking he was going to ask you to stay, or to give you a goodbye kiss, but his gripped tightened. Your heart dropped.

"Billy, you're hurting me."

"Where do you think you're going?" He stared you dead in the eyes.

You tried to pull away. "I told you yesterday, Billy. Mrs O'Donnell gave me a Saturday detention."

"No, where do you think you're going dressed like that."

You looked at your outfit. You wore the signature green and white of the Hawkins High cheerleading squad. A sleeveless modest style vest, worn with a turtleneck layer underneath, and a green pleated skirt with yellow striping around the hem. It rested just above your mid thigh, so you pulled your socks all the way up to your knees to keep warm. "I told my parents I had cheerleading practice, so they didn't think I had detention. You know this, Billy."

"Do I? Or are you going to see your precious King Steve again?" His grip tightened even further.

He had that crazy look in his eyes that made your entire body freeze. You stopped struggling. Your chest went tight, and suddenly, it was like trying to breathe in a sauna room.

Billy Hargrove was not fond of Steve Harrington, and last Thursday night, you had snook out to go to a party as his house. You had cancelled your plans with Billy last minute after Carol begged you to go with her (not that it took much convincing). It turned out that Billy had been invited to the party by one of his other friends, unbeknownst to you. And you made the mistake of lying to Billy and told him that you were sick. 

The biggest mistake of your life.

He saw you there and started an argument that had the entire rooms eyes on the two of you. He had the same wild look in his eyes as he had now. He ended up punching Steve when he had come over to ask if everything was alright. 

"I only went to that party for Carol. I didn't even speak to Steve."

"No? Because he seemed real friendly with you."

"He wasn't! Billy, please, I don't want anything to do with Steve. Just please let me go."

He released you harshly, and you immediately brought your wrist to your chest, rubbing the sore skin.

"Get out of my sight."

You scurried out the door with tears in your eyes. 

Your first steps outside felt as though you were walking into the worlds largest refrigerator, though you were thankful it wasn't raining. You could do without the frozen shrapnel soaking you to the bone this morning. It had already started bad enough.

The sun had only just begun to rise, not having a chance to warm up the earth yet. Not that it would do much good. The temperature had been dropping more and more as the days went on, this morning being the worst yet. It had turned tomb-like silent outside with the exception of the crunching salt under your feet that had been newly laid to stop people from slipping on the first of winter's ice. A storm had come and gone the previous night, but the sky still hung sadly as a woollen grey shawl, bringing threat of another. The cold, however, was enough to calm you down. It felt refreshing after feeling suffocated in Billy's room.

You checked your watch again. You had twenty minutes to sneak back home and pretend that you had just woken up and got dressed for cheerleading practice.

You started running.

~~~~~

Saturday.

October 25th, 1984.

Hawkins High.

7:55am.

~~~~~

You had made it home just in time before your parents woke up. You explained you were doing stretches in your room, which was why you were red-faced and slightly out of breath. They didn't seem to buy it, but the alternative presumption was far too embarrassing for them not to take your word for it.

Your father offered you a ride to school, but after that rather awkward first encounter with them this morning, you thought it best to walk. And you were glad you did because it didn't take long before they were arguing. Your mother red-faced and clutched onto the cross around her neck while your father rolled his eyes. To the outside world, it would seem that you had the perfect family, but that couldn't be father from the truth.  A lot of the times when they argued, it would be over something petty, but all of a sudden, your name would be roped in, and the entire point of the argument seemed to vanish. You see, to them, you were leverage. As soon as you got a mention, they got the upper hand. They used you to get back at each other: a means to an end. Not intentionally, of course, but that didn't make it any less frustrating. It was nothing uncommon in your household, but that didn't mean you could stand to listen to it. You grabbed your coat and left as quickly as you could, neither of your parents noticing that you were gone as they continued to scream in each others faces.

By the time you made it to the schools entrance, you wished you had brought a change of clothes as ice shot through your veins and goose-pimpled your skin. You drew your coat closer to your chest, clenching and unclenching your gloveless fingers to keep the feeling in their tips.

As you bound up the schools steps like a heat-seeking rocket, the rubber tyres of a coffee brown BMW screeched to a stop. The sudden sound echoing across the empty school premises caused you to turn quickly. Through the windshield, you saw a man in a business suit at the wheel. Beside him was his eighteen-year-old son, Steve Harrington. Your heart raced when you saw him. You weren't expecting to see him here. 

Billy isn't here. You told yourself in an attempt to calm your jangled nerves.

His hands gestured animatedly as he argued with his father. Their words were suppressed by the metal walls of the car, but you could surmise their level of volume by the thick vein protruding from Steve's neck. Then, their words exploded like a bullet from the barrel of a gun, piercing through the stillness of the morning as the door opened and Steve stomped out. Something along the lines of "No school's gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case!". And just like that, their poor version of a conversation seized to exist by the single slam of a car door. Almost immediately, the car sped off, swerving around the parking lot like a maniac before disappearing. You stood in shock as Steve held his two middle fingers up at the abandoning vehicle. It was not a home life you would have pictured for King Steve. It was a rather unexpected display you had witnessed, but to Steve, it seemed like any other day. He jogged up the stairs, hands in his jacket pockets and sporting a healing split lip, looking so unaffected by the argument that you almost convinced yourself that you had imagined it.

He paused on the step behind you, finally noticing that you were there, but only for a split second, barely sparing you a glance before moving straight past you and through the doors. You felt heaviness in your chest. No "hello." Even a simple smile would have done. But you supposed they were reserved for his real friends. Sure, you and Steve knew each other - you had friends from the same group, and you had been to a few of his parties, but you hadn't even held a proper conversation with the guy - just dribs and drabs of small talk here and there, but he was nice.

Thoughts of Billy flashed through your mind. It seems as though Billy's appearance at his party the other day had left him wanting nothing to do with you. You understood why, Billy had caused quite the scene over nothing. But there was no reason why you should be punished for his actions. You shook the thoughts out of your head. It was nothing that you should dwell on, so you continued on into the school.

The halls looked strange without their usual morning bustle. The squeak of your sneakers against the freshly waxed floor echoed as you made your way to the school library. You could hear Steve's fast pace ahead of you. His blue, straight-legged jeans and pristine Nike sneakers strode out of your sight until you were left in silence. The silence felt so loud that it rumbled from the high ceiling. You were so sure it was the cause of the last light flickering at the end of the hall. Continuing forward, you took the first left and proceeded straight until you reached the double doors at the end. A flimsy banner hung from the tiled ceiling, "HAWKINS TIGERS ALL THE WAY," with a decent enough illustration of the school mascot, threatened to fall. You treaded lightly as you moved beneath it, holding your breath in fear that any sudden movement would cause it to fall down on you. You released it when you made it safely to the other side.

Your fingers traced along the lockers as you walked, reading the bits and pieces of graffiti as you went; 'Fuck this shit, I'm out' in scrawled handwriting, 'I hate Mondays' with drips of black paint streaking down some of the letters, and a cartoonish depiction of a weed leaf smoking a blunt which made you chuckle. You walked past a trophy case, eyeing the splendid totems of athletic and academic prestige alike. A picture of the basketball team in all their glory on the top shelf, another of the cheerleading squad, yourself included, and a grainy image of the physics club haphazardly chucked on the bottom. Your white sneakers squeaked once more as you pivoted to the right before making a final left to the pine doors of the library.

Before you were six tables placed into two rows of three, with three chairs sitting snugly behind each one. You were surprised to see Nancy 'goodie two shoes' wheeler sat at the front table, with her perfectly permed hair and fur-lined jacket still on her shoulders. You didn't think it was possible for Nancy Wheeler to get detention, but then again, the same could've been said about you. Steve had strangely enough sat on the same table as her, despite every other seat being completely free, leaving an empty chair between them so as not to make it weird. Neither of them spoke to each other and instead opted to sit in silence, fiddling with their finger nails or a loose thread on their jumper. As you took your first foot in, a tall, lanky girl with short, dirty blonde hair sped past you, mumbling a quick sorry when she nearly knocked you off your feet. This unorthodox first impression of the girl, who you had only ever seen around the school halls, had commenced quite the distaste for her already. She was red-faced and sweaty, carrying her thick winter coat over her elbow, undeterred by the chilly weather. The whites of her eyes almost blended with her rosy cheeks, bloodshot like she was holding back tears. She had been in a rush to get here and away from whatever had made her upset. You imagined that's what you must have looked like this morning, and you almost started to feel a little sorry for her. She took the middle table on the left side, dumping her coat on one chair before hiding her face in her arms. If you hadn't known any better, it looked as though she was trying to fall asleep on the table.

You made your way to the table to the right of hers, taking the seat on the furthest side. You kept your coat on for now but dumped your bag on the chair beside you. With a huff, you rested your head in the palm of your hands, watching the back of Nancy and Steve's heads.

The heavy weight of the library door forced its hinges to fold and close impulsively, and Eddie slipped through the crack before it closed all the way, because god forbid he wasted his energy on something as measly as opening a door. The pride in his face when he reached the other side was as if beating the door was life or death. Like he was Indiana Jones rolling under a trap door to avoid being impaled by spikes. All he needed was a wide-brimmed fedora.

You tensed at the sight of him. You had heard rumours that he was a Satan worshiper and that he would do casual rituals on the weekends. You didn't believe it, of course, Eddie was all bark and no bite, but that didn't make you feel any easier around him. Eddie was not a good person. He had been caught one too many times trying to sell weed to freshman because they were 'naïve and easy to upsell' or trying to get them to join his little Hellfire Cult. He would spit and hiss at the teachers, setting up traps in unsuspecting students' lockers, or even straight up stealing their locks so their personal belongings were out for anyone to see. He was like a snake. Once he caught his prey, he was coiling around it, pulling himself into it. Constricting, suffocating, waiting to ascertain it was truly dead before taking a bite. His scales came in the form of clinking enamel badges, and his words were the venom dripping from his tongue. To put it lightly, he was one big bully - a miscreant.

His kleptomaniac fingers touched practically everything he walked by: picking up flyers and not even bothering to read them before dropping them to the floor, unhooking the phone from the receiver so it dangled limply from the checkout desk, and pocketing a few pencils that are no doubt going to end up missing because Eddie Munson has never brought a pencil to school a day in his life. He walked slowly, confidently, giving everyone in the room time to become aware of his presence. You could feel him eyeing you up when he walked by. You met his stare like an owl, following until you couldn't turn your head any further. You weren't going to let him intimidate you and you wanted him to know it. It was the first time you had seen him wearing something other than his usual hellfire shirt and leather jacket. He had the same dark, denim jeans with the holes in the knees and once white reeboks, only this time he wore a black t-shirt with a thick winter coat in a matching colour. Red, plaid fabric peaked out from the confines of his coat. Sensibly, he had worn a shirt over top as an extra layer to keep warm. His footsteps were wide and languid as he moved to his seat, dumping himself on the table behind you and untangling his scarf from around his neck.

Just as everyone settled in, Principal Richard Higgins strode in, stopping dead centre in the mouth of the passageway between the two rows of tables. You tried not to laugh. Principal Higgins was a sight to behold, swapping his usual grey suit and tie for flamboyantly bright pink t-shirt a size too small for his pot belly, a casual white blazer, a pair of jeans and bold coloured sneakers. You didn't notice until now that he had the figure of a lollipop, round on top, but stick thin on the bottom. You understood now why he always wore a suit; it evened him out a bit. Though he did confirm the rumour that teachers were definitely not normal.

He glanced at his fancy watch. "I would first like to congratulate you all for being on time." Though it sounded more sarcastic than sincere.

He seemed to be looking straight at Eddie as he said that. Eddie only responded by kicking his feet up on the desk.

"Now, it is 8:02am. You have exactly eight uneventful hours to spend in each others company." He began pacing up and down the aisle with his chest puffed out in intimidation (well, as intimidating as a lollipop shaped man could be), slapping Eddies feet down as he did.

"You many not talk, you may not move from your seats -" He stopped at the weird girl who had nearly knocked you over and slapped a hand on the desk. She shot up with a gasp. "And you may not sleep."

"Today," He continued, marching to the front, "we're going to try something different. I want all of you to - uh?"

Principal Higgins dropped a stack of notebook paper on the nearest table and then made his way for the pot of pencils on the checkout desk. He paused in confusion when he saw the pot was empty; every pencil hiding snuggly in Eddie's pocket. You rolled your eyes as Eddie snickered behind you. There was a long pause of awkward silence as Principal Higgins made his way around the desk in search of more pencils. There were a few quiet grunts of effort and then a "Ah ha" before he appeared back in front.

"Right, I want all of you to write me an essay of no less than one thousand words describing to me who you think you are." He began handing out paper and pencils to everyone. "And when I say essay, I mean essay. Not a single word repeated a thousand times. Do you understand, Mr. Munson?"

"Mr. Munson understands, Principal Higgins." Eddie said.

Higgins ignored him. "Maybe you'll learn something about why you're here, and perhaps you'll decide whether or not you care to return."

Silence.

"I'll be across the hall in my office. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Questions?"

You saw Steve shake his head and catch Nancy shaking hers like she couldn't believe this was happening to her.

Principal Higgins gave one solid nod to confirm that question and answer time was over before making his way towards the library doors.

"Yeah, I got a question."

He took a pause, hand clenched firmly on the door handle as he twisted around. He raised his brow at Eddie, already sick and tired of his antics.

"Does Don Johnson know that you raided his wardrobe?"

There were a few snickers, including you, trying to discreetly cover your mouth to hide your smile. Principal Higgins was undisturbed. There wasn't a thing Eddie could do or say that would insult him. At least, that's what he wanted him to think.

"You'll find out the answer to that next Saturday. Mr. Munson. Do you have anything else you'd like to say to impress these people?"

Eddie smirked, leaning across the table and clasping his hands. He accepted the challenge, staring the Principal dead in the eye. "You got any naked pictures of your wife?"

The Principal's face turned red, and he referred to him with a hateful look in his eyes. "You've just earned yourself another Saturday detention, Mister." He pointed.

His eyes scoured the room, looking for anybody else who would challenge him. "Does anybody else want to join him?

The laughing stopped.

"Didn't think so."

And with that, he left, leaving the door wide open to give him a straight view of the library through his office window. Eddie chuckled, resting his feet back on the table, clearly proud of the reaction he had gotten.

Then silence.

A lot of silence.

Eddie placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes like he was going to sleep. Nancy began fiddling with her pencil, thinking about how she was going to start her essay. Steve cracked his knuckles, and the other girl (who you had yet to learn the name of) just stared at her paper. You simply sighed, took off your coat, and began daydreaming about all the other ways you could've chosen to spend your Saturday.

The library was by no means modern, but the faculty seemed to have no appreciation for the sort of library they've been given and ungraciously added touches of their own. There was an ugly mix of deep mahogany and grey sheet-metal bookcases, a couple of fake plants collecting dust, and old academic trophies that probably haven't been touched since the sixties. There were posters, some painted, some printed, but most were horrifically Halloween themed, and a rather provocative David Hasselhoff calendar behind the front desk, which the librarian thought no one could see. 

Those few times that you had actually stepped foot in the library, you noticed it was never truly quiet. There were always whisperings of students, the whirring of printers, and the clicking of keyboards and typewriters.

But today, a Saturday, with only five students bored out of their minds, it was truly silent.

The library was so quiet that you could practically hear the books ageing. The books consumed the noise, leaving you all in a suffocatingly awkward space of ineloquent glances. Broad daylight struggled to reach the room. Not that the sun was trying to, but the blinds sought out to fight against it anyway. Instead, it was the hanging lights above that lit the maze of a room. The soft lights were enough to put you to sleep. Your eyes were fluttering softly, your head drooping--

"Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings

Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams

Blinded by me, you can't see a thing

Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream

Master, master!"

Your peaceful almost-slumber was rudely interrupted when Eddie opened his big mouth to sing that god-awful song. You had never listened to it in your life, but would gladly never listen to it again if it meant that Eddie would shut the hell up. You turned around to give him a glare of annoyance, and when you turned back, you noticed that the others had done the same. He peeked out through one eye, smirking at the look on everyone's faces, before continuing, only this time he was humming instead. Thank god.

"Shit!" Eddie sprang up, feet down, sitting up straight and alert. He startled you, and you turned again. "What are we supposed to do if we gotta take a leak?"

He pretended to undo his zipper, the childish act making you roll your eyes. "If you gotta go, you gotta go."

"Oh my god." Nancy looked like she was going to throw up. She turned and shielded her eyes.

"Try it, and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor." Steve threatened.

Eddie laughed, accomplishing his mission of upsetting the others. "You know, you're pretty sexy when you're angry, big boy."

He turned his attention to the quiet girl sat adjacent to him. She shifted under his gaze.

"Hey Buckley," She turned with a look of boredom, like she was used to his antics, "why don't you go and close that door so I can get our little cheerleader here naked?"

You almost gave yourself whiplash with how quickly you turned to glare at him. "Don't even think about it asshole."

"Why you a virgin?"

"Fuck you."

"You're disgusting." Nancy added.

"Awe, I'm sorry, you feeling left out, Princess? There's plenty of me to go around. But I suppose if you don't want to wait your turn, I wouldn't say no to a three-way."

"Ugh, you're such a creep!"

"Listen, man, if you piss me off, you're totalled." Steve defended the two of you, though you felt it was more for Nancy's sake than yours.

"Totalled?"

"Totally."

"Just ignore him, Steve. Maybe he'll go away." Nancy suggested, placing a hand on his shoulder to turn him to face the front.

There was a pause. Their shoulders relaxed when they had thought Eddie had given up.

"Oh, so are you two like boyfriend/girlfriend?" Eddie teased.

No reply.

"Steady dates?"

Silence.

"Lovers?"

Nancy continued to ignore him, but Steve smouldered with anger.

"Tell me, Princess, have you two played hide the sausage yet?"

"GO TO HELL!"

"Hey, keep it down in there!" Higgins called from across the hall.

He rolled backwards on his office chair until the five of them came into view. They were all seated exactly how he left them. He rolled back out of sight.

Everybody visibly relaxed.

Eddie hid the shock of Nancy's outburst behind another annoying smirk.

"Just ignore him, guys." You advised. "He's only doing it to get a rise out of you."

"Sweetheart, you couldn't ignore me if you tried." He gave you a confident wink.

You hated that it made your cheeks flush with heat. You quickly turned before you gave him something else to tease you over.

"We gotta close them doors. How are we supposed to party with the old pinhead checking us out every two seconds?" Eddie stood from his seat and moved towards the doors.

"I don't think that's a good idea. The doors are supposed to stay open." This 'Buckley' opened her mouth for the first time since she's got here. Everybody looked at her bewildered.

It was only Eddie who didn't seem phased by this, but he still paused. "What do you mean 'supposed to'?"

"Vernon said, Dingus, and I really don't want to get on his bad side. I mean, Mrs. Clickety Clackety is already threatening me with suspension, and I can't afford that. How am I supposed to get accepted into any sort of college if I get suspended. They'll think I'm a horrible student, and I'll be one big massive reject and--"

"Whoa, Robin, slow down." Steve interrupted her breathless rambling. You were struggling to keep up with each word. She was talking so fast. Just total word vomit, like she'd been trying to keep it down since she got here and suddenly just projectiled everywhere. It didn't even occur to you then that Steve knew her name.

"So?" Was Eddie's only blunt reply.

"So, why don't you just shut up." Steve scowled. "There's four other people in here, you know? Stop thinking about yourself for once."

"Wow, you're a math wiz, Sporto. I bet you know your ABCs, too. See, I knew you were smart. You hide it well, Harrington." Steve grimaced at that. "I mean, let's face it, you gotta be smart to play basketball."

"Who are you to judge?" Steve challenged. "You don't even count. If you disappeared forever, it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school."

There was a twitch in Eddie's eye. He hated how that got to him, but he recovered swiftly. "Oh? Well, maybe I'll join the basketball team or the wrestling team? Or better yet, the student council, I think you'd like some of the ideas I have in mind for this place."

He moved slowly, intimidatingly to Steve's table, stopping in front of it before leaning down so he towered over Steve. He reminded you of an adult reprimanding a little boy. But Steve wasn't a little boy. He could hold his own.

"You could try, but they'd never take you."

"Damn, I'm hurt. truly." Eddie was definitely not hurt.

"Will you just stop? If you keep this up, Higgins is gonna come storming in here. I've got a game next Saturday, and I'm not gonna miss it because of you."

"Wouldn't that be a bite? Missing a whole game." Eddie feigned sympathy.

"You wouldn't know anything about it, Freak. You've never competed in your life."

"I know, and I feel all empty inside because of it." Eddie puffed his chest as if his heart was swelling with pride. "I have such a deep admiration for guys who toss balls into laundry baskets."

"Whatever, man. You don't have any goals."

"See, that's where you're wrong, I do have goals." Eddie paused in suspense, and Steve perked up a little in his seat. "My goal is to be exactly like you."

Steve slumped back and rolled his eyes. "You're worthless."

"I compete." Robin added after a beat. All eyes turned to her. You could tell she didn't like that much, but she continued anyway. "I'm in band, and I'm on the debate team, and I'm in the Latin club and chess team. This one time, with the debate team, we had this big banquet at the Hilton and we had to get dressed up. And, uh, I didn't have any shoes so I had to wear my mom's shoes. It was kind of weird because my Nana doesn't like when I wear other people's shoes. But, yeah. It's not athletic, but I compete in a lot of stuff."

"That's not the same, Rob." Steve sighed.

"You have to be a jock to compete?" Eddie confronted.

"I was talking about athletic competition."

"What's the difference?" You questioned. Everyone turned to you this time, but you kept your attention on Steve. You could see the proud smile on Eddie's face out of the corner of your eye.

"What do you mean?"

"What I said."

Eddie's eyebrow raised in amusement, enjoying someone else putting Steve in his place for a change. If he was being totally honest, Eddie didn't really have anything against Steve. Steve's friends, on the other hand, were a different story. Eddie found himself being hounded by Steve's friends more often than not, but Steve didn't actually do anything. But he didn't stop it either. Of all of them, he was the easiest to rile up, and Eddie couldn't help but cease the moment whenever he could.

Steve scoffed but bowed out of the conversation. "You're all fucked."

"Hey man, watch your mouth. There's ladies here remember? They don't appreciate you using a word like FUCK! in front of them." Eddie gestured to you. "I don't know if you know this, big boy, but her mother is a nun!"

It was true that your mother was a religious person, but she was certainly not a nun. "No she isn't."

"Sorry," He turned back to Steve. "Her father is a nun!"

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped your lips. The sound caused a mischievous glint in Eddie's eyes. You hated it.

"Higgins is leaving." Nancy proclaimed suddenly.

Eddie paused with wide eyes like a deer in headlights, not wanting to get caught out of his seat. Everyone looked down the hall in time to see Principle Higgins exit his office, not even sparing them a glance. Eddie proceeded to the doors, peeking his head out to watch Higgins drink from the water fountain at the other end of the hall. 

Eddie came back in the room. "We gotta move fast, the scumbag's just filling his tank."

Steve sent Nancy an annoyed look that said 'why did you have to tell him that?', causing her to shy away. She was already thinking the same thing herself. Eddie pulled a chair to the door, stood on it and took a guitar pick out of his pocket. With the guitar pick, he removed a screw from the door spring assembly. He jumped off the chair and the door closed behind him. 

"That's not funny, man. Fix it."

"Please fix it." Robin pleaded.

"Am I a genius?" Eddie asked, though it was more of a brag than a question, as he quickly pushed the chair back to its rightful spot.

"No, you're an asshole." 

There was a muffled "Hey!" from behind the door and everyone rushed to act as casual as possible. Eddie quickly took his seat, only this time he sat next to you. You tensed uncomfortably, smelling the faint cigarette smoke on his coat. You wanted to smack him for being so stupid. You just prayed that Higgins wouldn't notice he swapped seats. 

The door busted open. 

"Why is this door closed?" There was fury in his eyes.

Everyone remained silent, avoiding meeting his eyes. Steve turned to look at Eddie as if deciding the best way to rat him out. 

Eddie jumped in before he could say anything. "How should we know, we're not supposed to move, right?"

Higgins singled out Steve, obviously noticing how he had looked at Eddie. "Why is that door closed?"

Steve looked to Eddie once again. You were cringing at how obvious he made it. You could feel Eddie shaking his leg under the desk. A nervous habit? Perhaps Eddie was afraid to get caught. Or he was just furious at Steve for even thinking about being a snitch. He lowered his eyes at Steve, a glare that said, 'Go on, I dare you'. Steve backed down.

"We were just sitting here. Like we're supposed to." Nancy answered for Steve, who was taking a suspicious amount of time to reply.

"The wind must've blew it." Robin added.

"It just... closed, Sir." Steve reluctantly agreed.

Principal Higgins eyed Eddie anyway and pointed a thick sausage finger. "This looks like the mindless sort of crap you'd find amusing, Munson."

"I think a screw fell out of it. I heard something that sounded like a screw falling out." Eddie tried to persuade.

"Yeah, right. Give me the screw."

"I don't have it."

"Am I going to have to turn you upside down and shake you?"

"I don't have it, Sir. Screws fall out all the time. The world is an imperfect place."

"Give it to me, Munson."

He smiled suggestively. "Where do you want it?" 

"With all due respect, Principal Higgins," you interrupted before he made things worse for himself. "Why would somebody steal a screw?"

Eddie looked at you in surprise, but you made it clear to him that you didn't do it because you liked him. Higgins walked back to the door.

"How do your parents put up with you, Munson?"

"They gave up on me a long time ago, Sir." He said it with such sincerity that your heart actually ached for him.

Higgins opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. He realised how pointless it was to go after him. Instead, he went to the door, trying his luck at opening it and hoping it stayed that way. It didn't. He tried again, this time grabbing a chair to hold it open. 

"That won't work. The door is way too heavy."

Higgins ignored Eddie. He pushed the chair against the door and let go. It threw the chair across the room, and the door slammed with an echoing bang. There were a few gasps of surprise and snorts of laughter. 

Higgins fumed, eyeing the room for a solution. "Harrington, get up."

Steve unwillingly got up from his seat as the Principal directed him to grab one end of a bookcase.

"How come he gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up. It'll be anarchy!"

You elbowed Eddie's side to shut him up. He wasn't making this better for himself, which would no doubt end up with all of you getting punished. The two of them heaved together, and Steve actually ended up doing most of the work. The odd book fell to the floor, nearly tripping them up as they hefted it along slowly. They struggled for a few more minutes to slide the bookcase over to the door. Only when they finally got it in place did Eddie open his mouth again. 

"That's very clever, Sir. But what if there's a fire?"

Higgins hadn't thought of that, but he didn't let it show.

"I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children is unwise at this juncture in your career, Sir." Robin chimed in and then sunk back in her seat under the Principal's stare.

Higgins turned back to Steve. "Alright, what are you doing with this? Get this outta here, for God's sake! What's the matter with you? Come on!"

Steve wanted to kill Eddie for opening his big mouth and then Robin for supporting him. The two of them struggled again to move it back to its original place. Once done, Steve sat back down with bated breaths. 

Principal Higgins started towards Eddie, sweat dripping from his forehead, despite barely lifting a finger. "You're not fooling anybody, Munson. The next screw that falls out will be you."

Eddie muttered under his breath. "Eat my shorts."

"What was that?" Higgins barked.

"Eat. My. Shorts."

"You've just bought yourself another detention, Mister."

"Ugh, I'm crushed." Eddie faked a wince.

"You just bought yourself another."

"Well, I'm free the Saturday after that."

"Another."

"Hmm, beyond that, I'm gonna have to check my calendar."

"Another."

You looked at Eddie fearfully. He was getting absolutely slaughtered by Principal Higgins. Although, no matter how much you dislike him, you couldn't help but be moved by his defiance. 

"Cut it out." You whispered to him.

He ignored your plea, keeping up his front. He wasn't going to let this scumbag of a Principal break him. Not in front of the others, and, for reasons Eddie didn't quite understand yet, certainly not in front of you. He dared Higgins to give him another. 

"Okay, Munson, your ass is mine for the next two months."

"I'm thrilled." 

"You sure would like everybody to think that, wouldn't you? Maybe if you spent more time trying to do something with yourself and less time trying to impress people, you might be better off." Higgins brought his attention back to everyone else. "I'm not gonna put up with any more crap from any of you. Next time I have to come in here, I'll be coming to crack skulls." 

He set his threat with a hard, angry glare and finally left the room. 

The silence set in once again.

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[movielp-pany]

Imagine how funny it would be if like the breakfast club was a reality show

#the breakfast club #JUST IMAGINE

[matchalattegreen]

Allison Reynolds x Fem Reader: First Date

You heard the honk of a horn outside your window.

You grabbed your bag and ran out the door. There she was, inside the long purple car. Her dark hair fell in front of her eyes. She was wearing a gray patterned scarf that matched her personality so well.

You thought back to when you had first met her. You had been hanging out underneath the bleachers, away from everyone else. You liked it better there, less people, less noise, less pressure to fit in. That was when you first saw her. The first thing you thought about was how pretty she was. She sat next to you but didn't say a word. You were fine with that. Eventually the both of you began talking and you just clicked. You were best friends for months before you finally asked her out. You weren't sure if she'd say yes, but you figured it was worth a shot. She smiled and her dark brown eyes seemed to sparkle a bit and she agreed to go out with you.

You opened her car door and got in. "Hey (Y/N)" she greeted you.

You couldn't help but smile. "Hey Allison."

She put the car in gear and off you went. Neither of you had decided on what exactly you would be doing tonight, but you had agreed to just wait and find out where the night would lead you.

Allison drove around town looking for a good place to stop. The drive was quiet but neither of you minded. Eventually she pulled into a dirt parking lot and turned the car off.

"What's this?" you ask with curiosity.

She shrugs her shoulders. "I dunno."

You couldn't help but smile at her response. The two of you began walking up a long brick sidewalks that led to a patch of trees. The closer you got to the trees, you seemed to hear music.

As soon as Allison began hearing the music, she grabbed your hand an ran towards it, dragging you behind her, her hair flapping in the wind and her long black skirt flowing behind her.

Hidden in the patch of trees was a crowd of people in front of a stage. On the stage were a group of people playing instruments and singing. It seemed like some sort of boho band, and Allison was sucked in.

As soon as she stopped running, she began dancing around. She twirled around and waved her arms in the air and swayed her hips from side to side as the music played. She looked so happy and so free. You watched in awe as she let the music take over her body and she moved gracefully to the sound.

Soon, she had you doing it too. She grabbed your hand and got you to twirl around with her and move to the music. You finally understood why Allison enjoyed this so much. Dancing to this music made you feel so overjoyed and free, almost weightless. But even better, Allison was right there beside you, doing what she loved, and that made you happy. You had never felt your soul so fueled, and you never wanted this to end.

#allison reynolds #allison reynolds x reader #the breakfast club #the breakfast club fan fiction #the breakfast club imagines

[eashmo]

John Bender playlist

1. Don't you bu Simple Minds

2. Every breath you take by the Police

3. Rockin in the free world by Neil Young

4. Shot in the dark by Ozzy

5. I wanna rock by Twisted Sister

6. No more tears by Ozzy

7. White wedding by Billy Idol

8. Women by Def Leppard

9. If you don't like it by Cinderella

10. Ride the lightning by Metallica

If you want me to make a playable playlist, let me know.

2023

#breakfast club #john bender #john bender playlist #80s movies #80s music #80s romance #80s bands #john bender breakfast club #john bender imagine

[ohmyenjolrass]

hey hey hey. i've been wanting to write for a while so i'm gonna put up this poll and you choose which fandom do you want me to write about!!! the most voted fandom will get a fic.

#ro writes things #fanfic #imagine #dead poets society #the outsiders #the breakfast club #supernatural #formula 1 #shameless #percy jackson and the olympians

[greasergal]

Masterlist

I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you 🎀

Who I write for

requests - open

Mikey Walsh

Metanoia (Series)

More to come - make some requests ♡

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