#Allison Reynolds x Andrew Clark

[killlavendr]

I am NOT normal about them

[shiberamune]

watched the breakfast club a 3rd time so im rambling

i still love the fact that john didnt mess with allison for the entire movie because he knows she has a similar home life. maybe not as loud, or violent, but he knows she's struggling just like him. he doesnt mess with her because he actually understands how she feels and lives, unlike the rest of the club. the scene of him tossing the coke can over to her sums this up too. that's like the nicest he was to anybody the entire time

[lanawinterscigarettes]

The Breakfast Club members at the beach

Warnings: swearing, smoking/weed usage mentioned

A/N: just got back from my vacation at the beach and since I wrote nothing while I was gone (oops) I decided to do it now

Claire Standish

Her parents definitely own some sort of vacation home on a private piece of land that she visits every summer (rich people things yknow)

Usually stays on a towel by the shoreline. She doesn't get in the water and if she does it's only to dip her feet in so she doesn't get her hair or makeup messed up

She'll flip through a magazine or something while waiting for the sun to give her the perfect nautral tan

Andrew Clark

He loves the beach but I think he spends more time in the hotel's gym than by the actual ocean since his dad's so strict about him staying in shape even during the summer

Totally the type of person to get up at the fucking ass crack of dawn just to run down to the very end of the shoreline and back. Man's crazy

Extra snacks must be packed if you're going with him because otherwise he'll eat them all in the first day of being there since he needs the calories

Brian Johnson

Poor boy's so overworked from school he has no idea how to relax properly, if his parents would let him that is

Even when on vacation he's still copying notes down from textbooks and flipping through flashcards for stuff that's not getting learned in school until the new year rolls around

He probably sneaks away at some point to use his (really shitty) fake ID to buy some edibles at one of the boardwalk shops to help him calm down some. The cashier is either too stoned to notice he's not twenty one or just doesn't care

John Bender

His reasons for going to the beach are pretty simple: weed and hot people (both guys and girls). Believe me when I say he can and will shamlessly ogle anyone he finds attractive when walking on the boardwalk

Pretty much all he does when there is get high. He has no need to visit any of the shops (other than the cannabis ones) and the beach itself doesn't interest him much

It entirely possible that he might just hang around the boardwalk the entire time, smoking a blunt while flirting with anyone who might pass him by

Allison Reynolds

She takes a couple different busses to go down there for a day trip as she doesn't have anything better to do

Might walk around the boardwalk for a bit, checking out the stores and stealing borrowing from a few of them, stuffing anything she likes that's small enough to carry into her purse

In the evening she sits on the shoreline with her sketchbook and doodles the sunset before heading back home

End notes: I promise I'm working on my asks and stuff okay I just tend to get distracted easily and forget

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Brian Johnson

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notes: omfg he’s so cutie i love him🤗. and his HANDS bro what??? omg.

[motorcycle-boyy]

music hcs for my favs

a/n: ok for the outsiders boys i know greaser music is extremely important in the subculture, i am one myself! but remember you can listen to multiple types of music, as long as some of it still matches the subculture. this is obviously outside of the subculture's music rn

TWO-BIT MATHEWS - oh my gosh he listens to Yung Gravy and Lil Tracy. tell me he doesnt you cannot. also probably throws in some Wham! and Kenny Loggins. imagining him dancing to footloose makes me happy. probably taught his sister how to rap LMAOO

STEVE RANDLE - oh he def listens to 311, Beastie Boys and Limp Bizkit. thinks hes so cool (he is). his fav song is down by 311. listens to Carly Rae Jepsen's call me maybe in private. will occasionally jam out to Madonna as well.

DARRY CURTIS - ahh!!!! darry listens to Boston, Journey and Twisted Sister. classic 80s rock bands. also loves Bob Serger!! mainly listens to rock and soft rock, but i could also see him liking a little bit of r&b, like Whitney Houston or Marvin Gaye.

ANDREW CLARK - my man, my man. can and will go from La Dispute to The Chainsmokers in the same playlist. He listens to both rock and nostalgic 2014 style pop and rap. From Rae Sremmurd and 21 Savage to Calvin Harris and Ellie Goulding to Joan Jett and Warrant.

JOHN BENDER - Bowling for Soup, 311, The Clash and Insane Clown Posse were all in his spotify wrapped. He loves punk and rap. His favourite song is I Fought The Law by The Clash, the title seems so stereotypical but i just think that specific genre and sound fits his vibe

ALLISON REYNOLDS - listens to hippie music and goth rock. her favourite bands are Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Beatles, London After Midnight and The Rolling Stones. She also will occasionally listen to like 2020 tiktok songs idk the genre but like McCafferty, Mother Mother and EllyOtto.

[fart-boys-blog]

me when im on a search to find the smallest stinky buttcrack fandoms i can get my hands on

[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.

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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. 

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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 :) ♡

[minor-dot-inconvenience]

Psh, as if Andrew doesn’t have two hands

tiktok: inconven1ence.st0re

[bloody-cupcakes]

The Breakfast Club masterlist~

Dark content ahead. Read at your own risk

Claire Standish

The Breakfast Club members with an overprotective and clingy yandere gn s/o who acts like their parent

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Andrew Clark

The Breakfast Club members with an overprotective and clingy yandere gn s/o who acts like their parent

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Brian Johnson

The Breakfast Club members with an overprotective and clingy yandere gn s/o who acts like their parent

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John Bender

Yandere/dark! John Bender x yandere/dark! gn reader scenario: you're visibly crazier and more noticeable than he is

John Bender x yandere/dark! gn reader scenario: a journey through the eight Saturdays he was made to serve detention by Principal Vernon, from start to finish

The Breakfast Club members with an overprotective and clingy yandere gn s/o who acts like their parent

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Allison Reynolds

Yandere/dark! Allison Reynolds x gn reader scenario: she grows obsessed with you after becoming your friend

The Breakfast Club members with an overprotective and clingy yandere gn s/o who acts like their parent

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[silalcarin]

Timestamp 15:38 — "What if they laugh?" "He won't laugh."

In one of the final drafts of the script (PDF link found here), Claire's line was "they won't laugh"; here, she clearly says "he won't laugh."

I personally like that Claire said "he" and not "they." It means she saw that Andy and Allison were interested in each other, or at least that Andy was interested in Allison, and instigated the makeover partially to help the pairing. It gives Claire an actual reason to give Allison the makeover and makes the scene feel more genuine and sincere; in comparison to the completed film, where Claire gives Allison the makeover out of nowhere.

Also, in the aforementioned final draft, while Claire is giving Allison the makeover, Andy asks Brian a few questions about Allison, further establishing what the completed film already showed — that Andy was interested in Allison way before the makeover.

[Yes, people, despite what some of you may think, Andy did show interest in Allison before the makeover, even in the completed film — he tries to get to know her, he reaches out to her and empathizes with her regarding her parents, and he stares at her when she isn't looking.]

I really wish the Andy/Brian dialogue was a part of these deleted/extended scenes.

[schooldance101]

The Breakfast club

Anyone else desperately want Allison Reynolds fanfics or just like more Breakfast Club fanfics that doesn’t have John Bender as the love interest.

P.S.- got picture of Pinterest

[donniexv]

☆ THE BREAKFAST CLUB ; 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

GENERAL CAST ;

" Sincerely yours, The breakfast club. "

⥼ " WHATS FOR BREAKFAST ? " ★ " how you met them ."

—⋆ CLAIRE STANDISH ;

" It's not like I'm a defective or anything. "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ ANDREW CLARK ;

" I mean we're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all.. "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ JOHN BENDER ;

" Sweets...you couldn't ignore me if you tried! "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ ALLISON REYNOLDS ;

" When you grow up, your heart dies. "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ BRIAN JOHNSON ;

" what do you care? You see us as you want to see us. "

⥼ ✖

[shiberamune]

the way he pops up her collar...

[ashleenneep]

For the people who watched The breakfast club who remeber when they say in a circle talking why they were in detention and when it was Allisons turn she starts talking and Andrew starts smilling

To me it was really cute but i dont know about you

[kilibaggins]

i feel like andrew would definitely be the type to be fine with whatever allison wants and just cherish the moments when SHE is willing to show HIM what she wants to show him at her own pace. if she wants to show him her face she will and he will cherish it. he will cherish those moments and try to memorize every inch of her face for the moments where she isnt as open, and to him thats okay because he loves her no matter how she dresses and looks yall im a MESS.

[lemons-bittersweet]

Erm so this is a story thing where you can leave suggestions for me to write

There’s seven main movies/books I’ll do but you can leave messages for me to see if I’ll know them ig if that makes sense 😭

My main seven are

The outsiders (Movie and book)

The breakfast club

The karate kid

Miss Peregrines home for peculiar children

Titanic

The black phone

Scream

There’s about 17 different ways I’ll write like drabbles and oneshots and so on which is listed in the post.