#the breakfast club x reader

[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

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[adayinthelifeofyn]

Random Headcanons Relationship: First Kiss: Brian Johnson

He feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest out of excitement and fear. 

Excitement because he gets to have his first kiss with the person he loves the most but fear of messing it up and they won't ever talk to him again. 

The kiss itself is going to be very gentle and sweet but may be a quick one.

The moment his lips meet his partners he melts into the kiss…..until he starts to wonder if it's going on for too long or not.

“Was it good for you?” will be the first thing he asks after a moment of letting it sink in that he really kissed them.

That first kiss will leave him on cloud 9 for a week.

[bloody-cupcakes]

would you do the different breakfast club members with a clingy/overprotective yandere s/o who kind of acts like their parent? thank you ^-^

They each desperately need some kind of a good parental figure in their lives, even if it's from a s/o with yandere qualities lol

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, the reader acts more like a parental figure than a partner in some cases, overprotective/clingy behavior displayed by the reader

Claire Standish

She acts like the typical bratty rich girl who's used to getting what she wants. What do you mean she can't go to that party? Who are you to tell her who she can and can't hang out with?

She typically "rebels" against you by doing the exact opposite of what you said, until she realizes that, surprise surprise, you were right all along. Not that she'd ever admit it, of course

On the surface she acts really annoyed by how overprotective and clingy you are, but secretly she loves having someone who actually cares about her wellbeing and isn't just trying to get back at someone when you tell her not to do something

Andrew Clark

He's pretty used to people telling him what to do, meaning he's not very good at thinking for himself. Imagine his surprise when you encourage him to start making his own decisions

Of course you have your own opinion on what he should or shouldn't do, but why should that matter? He's his own person, which you slowly help him realize over time

He doesn't really need someone to constantly look out for him (hello, he's an athlete, he can beat someone up if he really needs to) but he definitely appreciates having someone to remind him that wrestling isn't everything

Brian Johnson

He so desperately needs someone who cares about him for more than just his grades, the poor baby. Even if you just offer to help him with his homework he'll be eternally grateful

Honestly, he trusts you so much. You could tell him to take the day off and not worry about school and he actually will because he knows you'll end up getting his work done for him

He finds how much you watch over him to be very endearing because unlike his parents you actually care about him and not just his grades. He barely even notices how attached you are because he's just as bad

John Bender

I love him but he's one you'll have to drag kicking and screaming if you want to properly care for him because newsflash, he doesn't need anybody and can look out for himself

He gets so pouty whenever you lay down ground rules on things (how often he gets detention, when he needs to eat, etc.) and will flat out refuse to listen to you unless you start to ignore him

You're eventually able to wear down his rough exterior and get to his soft inside because deep down he wants to be cared for the way you do for him, even if he acts like a brat for it most of the time

Allison Reynolds

She's so sweet, you could tell her to set her house on fire and she probably would if you promised to give her attention (please don't actually tell her that though because she will do it)

As long as you spend time with her she's pretty content to listen to you. Occasionally she "acts out" or whatever but it's more to push your buttons than it is to actually misbehave

Her clinginess rivals even yours as she has to be around you pretty much all the time or she'll get upset. Even if you have to get groceries or run errands she'll gladly tag along just so she can be near you

[ohmyenjolrass]

can i call you tonight? | andrew clark x reader

summary: after spending all saturday together and sharing a kiss with andrew clark, you would not imagine that he would talk to you on monday at school

warnings: none, just andy being a sweetheart <3

pairings: andrew clark x fem!reader

words: 696

n/a: so i just rewatched the breakfast club and i love andy so much i could die. i wanted to write something about him. sorry if there are any mistakes, english is not my first language :)

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Monday, March 26th, 1984.

After spending a Saturday in detention and enjoying it way more than you expected, it was time to return to reality. You got off the bus with one thing and one thing only in your mind.

Andrew Clark kissed you on Saturday.

You didn’t know how was the situation between the two of you. You’d grown fond of each other after spending all day together in detention, and even though you would never admit it out loud, you had always had a little crush on him.

You entered the school and walked straight to your locker. You had no time to think about your feelings, with your focus on the Chemistry class you feared you’d fail. You noticed someone standing by your side as you left the stuff you didn’t need and picked up what was necessary for Chemistry class.

“Hey, Brian. What’s up?”

The blond smiled shyly. On Saturday, he said that he considered you his friends and that he would say hi to you in the corridor if he saw you. You thought that was truly sweet, and it just showed how much of a good person Brian was.

“Hey. Just wanted to say good morning. How was your Sunday?”

“It wasn’t bad. I attended a family brunch. What about you?”

“I didn’t do anything interesting. Studied a lot.”

“Good.”, the bell rang. “Hey, I gotta go. I cannot be late for Chemistry again. Mrs Wilson will kill me. Catch you later?”

“Sure. Bye!”, you waved as you fled through the corridor. Luckily, you arrived just in time, a minute or two before Mrs Wilson entered the room. She started explaining something about the Periodic Table of Elements that you couldn’t understand no matter how hard you tried.

“Psst, y/n.”, someone whispered behind you. “Y/n.”

“Sssh, I’m trying to understand this.”, you whispered back.

You started feeling little taps on your shoulder, which were kind of annoying. You turned around. “What?”

Behind you, Andrew smiled broader than ever. You blushed a little before turning back around. You really needed to pay attention to class, and you had been enough times in detention for speaking too much in class.

One hour later, when the class finished, you took your things and went back to your locker. Then, you went up the stairs for your next class.

“Y/n, hey!”, you heard Andrew somewhere in the corridor. “Wait up!”

You froze in the middle of the stairs, not knowing how to react. You haven’t spoken to him ever since he kissed you last Saturday and you weren’t sure about his feelings towards you.

You saw him climbing up the stairs to meet you, and you couldn’t help to smile a little bit.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“You really ignored me in Chemistry class.”, he laughed.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Chemistry is hell for me, I really need to pass the subject.”, you said, smiling. “So, what did you want?”

“Oh, yeah.”, he opened his notebook and ripped out a tiny piece of paper. “Write your phone number there.”

“What for?”

“That way I can call you tonight.”, you noticed how Andy’s cheeks turned softly pink. “I mean, if you are okay with it.”

"Yeah, of course.", you scribbled your house phone number and gave the paper back to him.

Andrew smiled proudly as he pocketed it. Then, he looked back at you. "So, can I call you tonight?"

"Sure. 7 o'clock?"

"Perfect.", he smiled one last time and kissed you on the cheek, only to run down the stairs again. "Look for me at lunch! I want to eat with you!"

You stayed in the stairs, watching him go back to the corridor and smiled to yourself like an idiot.

"So you two are going serious? Damn, I never thought you would end up with a sportsman."

You looked up only to see Bender smirking at you. You gave him the finger jokingly as he laughed.

"Fuck you, Bender.", you said, going past him.

"Oh, you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

You laughed soundly as you went to your classroom, hoping it would pass quickly so you could see Andrew again.

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☆ 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 ." ★ headcanons

—⋆ CLAIRE STANDISH ;

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

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—⋆ ANDREW CLARK ;

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

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—⋆ JOHN BENDER ;

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

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—⋆ ALLISON REYNOLDS ;

" When you grow up, your heart dies. "

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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

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

omg...i saw ur kinktober thing and had to request 😇 there are not many fics of john bender (breakfast club) and i am DYING 4 some so....maybe a hand kink thing? like the reader really likes his hands and maybe praises/kisses/stares at them a lot and he catches on pretty quickly and gets all cocky abt it. that's. all 💖THANK YOU

thanks for the kinktober request! I'm obsessed with this prompt omg 🫣 and you're so right, there really isn't enough fics with him which is a shame because damn is he fine

Kinktober 2024 Day 3: John Bender with a gn reader who has a hand kink

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, hand kink, John is a cocky bastard, not really dom/sub dynamics but the reader does act a little desperate and pathetic here (sorry I couldn't resist), smoking (both cigarettes and weed), swearing, quickie/sexual activites done under the influence

It all started with a cigarette. Detention was dull as usual, and you were content to just sleep through the entire thing when Bender caught your attention.

"You're going to get into trouble if Vernon catches you smoking in here, you know," you pointed out as you watched him pull a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his coat pocket.

"Oh, please. I'm always in trouble, and you know it."

You opened your mouth to speak again, intending fully on giving a snarky retort meant to put him back in his place, but you found your words dying down in your throat the second your eyes locked onto his hands.

Swallowing thickly, you tried not to salivate at the mere sight of him lighting up a cigarette. Even after he put the lighter back down, your gaze stayed trained on his hands, silently observing the way he tapped the ash from the cigarette onto the floor.

"What's your problem?"

His voice quickly snapped you back into reality. You forced yourself to look away, trying to act casual and unbothered. "I don't have a problem, you have a problem," you muttered childishly under your breath in response.

Bender smirked as he watched you try to play it off. He didn't know what had you suddenly acting all flustered, but it amused him to no end. "Want a drag?" He questioned as he held out the cigarette in your direction.

"Oh, what the hell. Sure." You took the lit cigarette from him, your hand lingering in the air for a moment when your fingers brushed against his. Clearing your throat, you quickly looked away as you puffed on the cigarette.

You could tell that he was staring, but you were determined not to let it get to you. Once you were done with it, you handed the cigarette back to him, looking down while you did so. You tried to convince yourself that his hand brushing against yours for a second time was just an accident, but you both knew better.

While he obviously had his suspicions, he didn't know for sure what had turned you into such an adorable mess, and he didn't find out until much later, during one night when he decided to sneak in through your window.

"You're not smoking in here, John," you firmly stated when you saw him pull out a lighter after flopping down onto your bed.

"Relax, it's weed, not cigarettes." He chuckled at the way your eyes grew wide.

"That's worse! I don't want my parents to catch me getting high with some random delinquent."

"Aw, sweets, you're breaking my heart," he sighed in a sarcastic, overly dramatic tone as he started to roll a blunt. "Relax, it'll be fine. All you have to do is leave the window open for a couple of hours to air out the smell."

You wanted to chastise him, but you were much too enthralled in studying the way his hands moved.

Looking up, he gave you an arrogant smirk and asked, "See something you like?"

"Shut up," you mumbled as you gave him a slight pout. "I- I just like watching you do stuff with your hands, okay? They're really pretty."

"Mmhm." Bender let out a hum in acknowledgement at your words as he finished rolling the blunt. "There we go, all done. You can have the first hit if you're not too busy drooling over my hands to do it properly."

You gave him a light shove in response to his teasing. "I said shut up, John."

He merely snickered at your reaction, appearing unfazed when you shoved him. "What? It's the truth."

A blunt and a half later, the two of you were lounging on your bed. He was still puffing away while you sat curled up in his arms, admiring his hands again.

"They're just so pretty," you cooed in an affectionate tone of voice, the weed having fully kicked in by this point. He let out a slight chuckle while you took his free hand into yours, tracing your fingertips over the back of it as you stared in amazement.

"You know, I'd say someone has a little crush on me," he joked as he set the blunt down on your nightstand. "Or on my hands, at the very least."

You didn't say anything in reply, too busy pressing soft kisses to his fingers. "So pretty."

"Yeah? You think that they're pretty?" He was purposely trying to rile you up at this point, trying to see just how far you'd go in praising them when you were under the influence and not held back by your better judgement.

"Mmhm, I think that they're really pretty." You moved your lips from his fingers down to the center of his palm, gently nuzzling against the area as you placed kisses there.

It was hard for Bender not to act out on the sudden onslaught of unholy thoughts that emerged in his mind upon watching you worship his hands right before him. He shifted some in his spot on the bed, trying to ignore the shiver that went all the way down his spine and ended up in his pants.

"If you think they're pretty now, you should see what they can do under the covers." The words escaped from his mouth before he could stop them, but he couldn't exactly say he regretted it.

You merely giggled, seemingly amused by his suggestion, which he was pretty sure had something to do with the weed in your system. "I bet they'd be even prettier in action," you purred out in turn, nuzzling your face into his palm again before giving it another soft kiss.

He let out a low groan, moving his free hand to rest on your thigh as he pulled you closer onto his lap. "Careful, sweets. You keep that up, you might make me do something I'll regret," he muttered as he watched you.

"I think you know neither one of us would regret something like that happening," you replied with a cheeky grin as you looked up at him, shifting in his lap some.

All of the blood is his body seemed to rush downwards at that one simple action. His grip on your thigh tightened, causing you to moan.

"You know how hot you are, John. It's just not fair." The pout on your face as you spoke caused him to let out a laugh.

"Oh, yeah?" He pressed his chest to your back as he leaned in, tilting his head to leave a few teasing kisses on your neck.

"Yeah." It was hard for you to focus on speaking when he kissed you, but you were paying more attention to the way his hand was resting on your thigh anyway.

"Maybe I do. Maybe I think that it's cute just how worked up you get by a few brief touches alone." He moved his hand a little bit lower, brushing the tips of his fingers over the front of your pants. "Maybe I should make you beg for it."

The moan you let out brought a cocky smirk to his face. "You're doing this on purpose," you lightly complained while tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder, exposing more of your neck to him. He took the opportunity to drag his lips along your throat, softly kissing the area.

"Tell me how badly you want it," he demanded in a low whisper, his mouth right next to your ear as he spoke. You could feel how hard he was, the evidence of his own growing arousal currently being pressed against your ass.

"So badly," you breathed out in a hushed voice, your hand moving to rest on top of his as you tried to coax his fingers to touch you some more. "I- I need you, John. You know that."

Satisfied with your response, he allowed you to direct his hand further downwards, his fingers lightly dragging over your clothed sex. There was an unmistakable heat currently pooling between your thighs, one that let him know that his teasing was working.

You bit your lip to hold back a moan, acutely aware that your parents' room was just down the hall. The more he touched you, the more you shifted in his lap, which did nothing but rile him up even further.

"I'll make sure to be quick about it so you won't have to worry about your parents catching you in bed with a delinquent like me," he muttered next to your ear, his voice low and raspy.

It was a good thing your house didn't have thin walls, otherwise you had no doubt they'd be able to hear the creaking of your bed mixed in with the lewd noises the two of you were making.

"J- John, I- I think I'm getting close-" You warned, gripping onto his arm as a method to help keep you grounded as your hips repeatedly jolted forward into his hand.

"Shit, me too-" He used his free hand to turn your face so he could kiss you, both of your sounds of ecstacy getting swallowed by each others mouths so they wouldn't be overheard.

The room fell silent shortly after, your combined panting being the only thing that cut through the blissful aftermath of your orgasms. Your underwear felt sticky and wet, and you were certain his did, too, but you were still too high to worry about changing at the moment.

"We have to do that again some time," you mumbled in a tired voice as you moved around in his lap, curling up next to him. If you hadn't been so exhausted, the feeling of his hand holding onto your waist as he wrapped his arms around you would've been enough to get you ready for a second round.

"Of course we're going to do it again. We both know you can't resist me and my pretty hands," Bender replied in a proud tone, a cocky smirk on his face.

For once, you didn't protest. He was right, of course. You never could resist those pretty hands of his.

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

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, soft yandere (she's surprisingly innocent given everything), swearing, stalking, stealing/casual theft, brief crude language, switchblade mention, the reader is either oblivious to her strange behaviors or just doesn't care

Allison was used to being alone. Her parents neglected her and the only person she was even remotely companions with was Brian, so she filled a lot of her free time daydreaming and picking up random hobbies.

Until you came along, that is. You were new, having just moved with your family, so you hadn't been sucked into any one specific group based solely on your perceived popularity yet.

You caught her eye the moment you showed up, but she didn't have high hopes when it came to becoming friends with you. I mean, you were just so cool, surely you'd end up hanging out with the snobby rich kids or egotiscal jocks. Imagine her surprise when you sat down next to her at lunch on your very first day.

"Is this seat taken?"

Usually she'd tell whoever it was to fuck off, but you seemed nice. Like, actually nice, not the kind of nice where another person your age is only hanging out with you to be polite or because their parents asked them to.

She shook her head no, watching through her shaggy bangs as you took a seat across from her.

"I like your hair."

Anyone else and she would've scoffed with annoyance, knowing they were just being sarcastic, but the genuine look of friendliness in your eyes told her you were telling the truth.

"Thanks. I cut it myself." Her voice was soft and quiet like usual, but you didn't seem put off by it.

"Well, I like it. I think it's really cute."

A blush formed on her face, her usual pale cheeks a rosy red. No one had ever complimented her before. "Um, thank you."

The smile you gave her almost made her melt. "You're welcome."

It was crazy of her to become so attached so quickly, but she just couldn't help it. You were so nice to her, always sitting with her at lunch and giving out random compliments. Even after you made your own group of friends, you'd always invite her to tag along or even just cancel your plans altogether just so you could spend more time with her.

Everything she did started to revolve around you. Every decision she made, ever thought she had. What she wore to school, what book she shoved in her bag before leaving the house in the morning, what sketches she did. You seemed to really like her landscapes, so she drew more of those. You complimented her eyes, so she began to wear her hair back.

One time she overheard one of your "friends" mocking you for hanging out with her, to which you simply replied "she's cool, and obviously a much better person than you are since you think it's okay to talk about someone behind their back". She nearly creamed her pants on the spot.

The lonely days got even lonelier when she wasn't with you, so she decided to pick up on a new hobby: stalking. It wasn't that hard to figure out where you'd be on any given day, as she'd stolen your pocket calender and copied down the contents way back when you first met.

Sometimes your plans would change last minute, but that did nothing to dissuade her, not in the slightest. She always kept several pens in her bag so she could write down any new or changed information for where you'd be. Not in a creepy way, of course. More like in a protective way.

I mean, sure, Allison was pretty scrawny, so there's no way she'd be able to actually beat anyone up, but she felt it was still important to follow you in case you did find yourself in trouble and somehow needed a helping hand. And if push were to come to shove, she still had the switchblade she'd stolen from Bender in detention that one day.

She liked to think of herself as your guardian angel, even if that didn't make any sense. If you ever did need help with something, she'd be there to take care of it, no problem. In reality, you were more like her protector than the other way around, always sticking up for her when your friends decided to be assholes and never once blowing her off whenever she bumped into you in the school hallways.

You kind of knew how obsessed with you she was but it never seemed to bother you. In fact, you kind of encouraged it, shrugging off and dismissiving her stealing your things and following you around by insisting she was just like that. She had separation anxiety, she couldn't help it.

Every time you went out of your way to defend her she felt her heart swell in size, something that she never ever felt with anything else. You really were her best friend, and she'd do anything to keep it that way, even if it meant crossing the occasional moral line.

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dating andrew clark | headcannons

requested: yes! thanks for the suggestion! feel free to suggest anything you want me to write x

summary: what is it like to date our favourite athlete <3

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pairings: andrew clark x gn!reader

fandom: the breakfast club

n/a: as always, english is not my first language so sorry if there are any grammar mistakes! once again, thanks for the suggestion and i hope you love it!

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Alright so, everyone knows that Andy is a popular guy. He is in the school wrestling team and he and his friends are like high society in the school.

You met Andrew in detention. You were there because you accidentally caused a fire in Chemistry class. Your teacher was very, very angry at you because you "could've burned the entire school down" and sent you to Saturday detention.

You knew Andrew, but not very well. You just knew he was a popular guy and that he wrestled. He recognized you from seeing you in the corridors, but he didn't have any relationship with you either.

Anyway, after spending the whole Saturday together, you become kinda friends, so he says hi to you in school and everything. You two also share History class together, so he starts sitting closer to you in class and all that stuff.

History class is one of your favourites and you are pretty good at it, so Andrew plays dumb and asks you stuff he already knows just to talk to you.

After sitting close in History and talking to you for a month or so, he asks you on a date!

You, of course, say yes. Let's be honest, no one would ever say no to him.

So he takes you to the cinema, and you watch Footloose because you really wanted to see it and Andrew wants you to be happy. He buys you popcorn and everything, and he is the sweetest angel you could ever imagine.

After going on a few dates, he seems eager to kiss you but he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything. So you decide to take the initiative and kiss him instead. He's surprised at first, but then he kisses you in the most tender way.

There is no boring date with Andrew. He is always in the mood for doing something.

He LOVES it when you go to see him train. You sit in the bleachers of the gym and he's always trying to catch your attention somehow, which kinda annoys the coach.

You two also love going on walks. You usually walk for a while in the park, talking about anything. You organize lots of picnics too, and he loves eating whatever you prepare.

While you love watching him train, Andrew also loves when you share your hobbies with him. If you like to play an instrument, he will listen to you rehearsing for hours. If you like to draw, he will always offer to be your model.

When you two cuddle, Andrew likes to be the little spoon. Even though he has a reputation as an athlete/popular guy, which makes him look like kind of a tough guy, he loves to be held. He will become a koala as soon as you two are together in bed.

He also loves it when you play with his hair. It doesn't matter what you are doing when you start playing with his hair, he will immediately stop and surrender.

Overall, Andy would be the sweetest boyfriend ever. Caring, lovable, kind, and most of all, the kind of guy you would want to bring home to your parents <3

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

Part Five - Don't You Forget About Me

Chapter Summary - Secrets are told and feelings are finally shared, but will they change things for better or for worse? (A retelling of The Breakfast Club, written and directed by John Hughes.)

Chapter Warnings - Characters are all 18+ / Strong Language / Mentions of Abuse/ Abusive Relationship / Dysfunctional Families / References to Religious Beliefs / Sexual References / Stereotyping / Angst / Drug References / Use of Y/N

Word Count - 7.3k

A/N - There is a ridiculous amount of dialogue in this one so I apologise in advance if that isn't your thing xxx

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Saturday.

October 25th, 1986.

Hawkins High Library.

3:15pm

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"How am I supposed to answer?"

"The idea is to search your mind for your limit, like... would you drive to school naked?"

You all sat in a loose circle back at the comfy chairs. Eddie had finally calmed down from his little self-pitied tantrum and finally decided that he would put his feelings on hold for now. Well, as best as he could. He could scream into his pillow all he wanted when he got back home. Although, that didn't stop any of his nervous jitters from making his heart pound when he so much as took a glance at you. He couldn't decided what was worse, sitting directly in front of you where he could constantly feel your gaze on him, or sitting beside you where he could accidently brush against you, and you could feel the beat of his heart thumping through his veins at every touch. He opted to sit opposite you.

"Would I have to get out of the car?" Steve asked, all serious like he was actually going to go to the school on Monday naked.

"Duh." Robin rolled her eyes.

"Winter or spring?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Nah, would you?"

"Me? No, I take the bus."

"I'd do just about anything for a million dollars, are you kidding!" Eddie gasped, like going to school naked was something he would do for free. "Have explosive diarrhoea for a month, chop off my pinkie finger - I'm sure I'll figure a way to still play guitar - sleep with an octogenarian..."

Steve would rather Eddie had kept his creative thoughts to himself. He winced in disgust at Eddie's artistic suggestions. "You keep talking like that, and you'll get sent to the nut house." 

He crossed his stretched-out legs in front of him and rested his hands behind his head as if he was on a sun lounger. His voice was airy like a daydream. "That'll be a nice change; cosy jackets, getting waited on by hot nurses. Sounds like paradise to me."

"You know, they'll probably shave your head too." You pointed.

That shut him up.

If only for a minute.

He smirked, propped himself back up, and leaned in towards you. His eyes magnetised to yours. Before when he looked at you his eyes were round and Bambi-like, dreamy even, but he is stare was strong and his eyes had a slight squint as if he was challenging you. "What would you do then, sweetheart?"

"I could go to school naked for a million bucks." You chimed, disguising your sudden urge to shrink away from him when all of the attention was on you.

You were almost always the centre of attention at school. You were the cheerleading Captain, after all. But that didn't mean that you liked it. It was easier somehow when it was everybody else, people you didn't know or care much about; their opinions didn't matter to you. But with this group of people, who you had shared a unique experience with, something changed in all of you. Whether you liked it or not, you all had some strange connection, and you were closer somehow. In just under eight hours, you had felt closer to these people than over two years of knowing your "real" friends.

"Isn't that like against religion?"

"What? No, only if it's sexual."

"So, are you a virgin?" Eddie's eyes lit up, eager for some juicy gossip. Or juicy ammunition to undoubtedly use against you at some point, you couldn't decide which one.

"Didn't we already cover this?"

"I don't know, sweetheart, I can't seem to recall you giving me an answer."

You scoffed, feeling yourself heat up with embarrassment and annoyance at how Eddie's behaviour towards you had suddenly changed. "I'm not going to discuss my private life with strangers."

"It's kind of a double-edged sword, isn't it?" Robin said almost sympathetically.

"A what?"

"If you say you haven't, you're a prude. If you say you have, you're a slut. It's a trap. You want to, but you can't. But then when you do you wish you didn't. Right?"

"Or are you a tease?" Steve interrupted with a smirk.

You frowned. "I'm not a tease."

"She's only a tease if what she does gets guys hot." Eddie nudged Steve with a grin.

"I don't do anything."  You defended.

"That's why you're a tease." 

He took himself back to earlier on when you were dancing, how enticing your moves were, the way would would unknowingly flash him with every quick spin, the perspiration gleaming off of you. He wondered if he could get you all hot and sweaty like that. He had imagined that you would let him, especially when you had barely resisted yourself against him when his head was between your legs. Now, he was just adding fuel to whatever burning desire he had for you. You were just so fucking hot, and you had no idea. You had no idea just what you did to him. 

And for that, he hated you. Even more so that you had confided to Nancy that you liked someone else. But he hated himself more for allowing himself to feel that way in the first place.

"I'm not having this conversation anymore." You scoffed. "You're bizarre."

"I mean, we're all pretty bizarre." Steve shrugged. "Some are just better at hiding it than others."

"How are you bizarre?"

"I can't think for myself. I just do what other people to tell me to do." He had been doing it all day, whether he knew it or not; he had played along when Eddie took the screw out of the door, he let you take the record from the teachers lounge, heck, he even convinced himself to get high just because you had told him to 'loosen up'.  "You know what I did to get in here?"

"You flew a practice." You recalled your conversation from earlier that day.

He shook his head, avoiding everyone's eyes as he frowned. His bottom lip quivered with guilt. "I just said that. I lied. It's so fucked-up, I had to lie."

"Did you lie about your coach and your father?"

"No, that's true." Steve's eyes looked wet. He took a breath like what he was about to say would change his life forever. "What I did was I taped Larry Lester's buns together. You know him?"

Eddie perked up. "I know Larry, he was in Hellfire for a little while."

"Then you know how hairy he is -- when they pulled the tape off, all his hair came with it -- and some skin, too."

"Oh shit."

"The bizarre thing is, that I did it for my old man. I tortured this poor kid because I wanted my dad to think I was cool. He's always going off about when he was young. And I got the impression that he was disappointed that I never cut loose on anybody, right? So, I was sitting in the locker room taping up my knee and Larry was undressing a few lockers down from me, and suddenly the next thing I knew I grabbed him and threw him down and I just started wailing on him. And he screamed and kicked while my buddies laughed and cheered me on. Afterwards, when I was sitting in Vernon's office, all I could think about was Lester's father and Lester having to go home and explain what happened to him. The humiliation, the fucking humiliation... must have been unreal. How the hell do you apologize for something like that? There's no way."

The others just stared in shock at his admission.

Steve's voice deepened, imitating his father. "'Steve, you've got to be number one! I won't tolerate any losers in this family. Win! Win! Win!' He's like this mindless machine who I just can't relate to anymore. God, I fucking hate the way he is. Sometimes when I'm in the court I just wish my knee would give. If I couldn't play again, he'd probably forget all about me, and then I could get on with my life."

Your voice strained around the lump in your throat. "Why do you do everything he says?"

"I don't know. I've been told what to do for so long that I don't know how to say no."

"What did you guys do to get in here?" Nancy asked.

"You first." Eddie challenged.

"I got caught skipping class, trying to investigate Hawkins lab."

"Why were you trying to investigate Hawkins lab?"

"I think they had something to do with Barb's death."

You wondered who this 'Barb' was, then you remembered Barbra Holland who had mysteriously disappeared, presumed dead, almost exactly one year ago. Robin's head hung low at the name. When Barb began first grade, she became best friends with Robin, but when the girls began sixth grade, Barbara had met Nancy and eventually drifted apart from Robin. It wasn't Robin's fault that they had drifted apart, but she couldn't help but feel as though she could have done more to save their friendship. Perhaps if she had, she wouldn't have gone missing. 

You had seen Barbara Holland walking around the school with Nancy. You thought the pair was a strange duo, especially when Nancy started becoming more and more popular. That being said, however, she always seemed nice. Volunteering for different school committees, helping other students study in the library, even helping to set up for basketball games. If she was still alive, you supposed you could have tried to be friends with her after today. 

"What did you do, Rob?"

"Oh, I-I can't say." Her face flushed.

"C'mon, why not? We said ours."

Her heart was racing and pressure was weighing down on her chest. She looked to Steve. His eyes were filled with concern. Those big brown puppy dog eyes that made her feel bad for keeping anything from him.

"I-I got... caught... with someone."

"Caught doing what?"

She took a sharp breath. Nancy's question hadn't done anything to release the weight trying pulling her heart into her stomach. "Something... in the janitors closet."

Eddie laughed. "Buckley, you dirty little rascal. Who was it?"

"I can't say." She shied.

"Oh, c'mon."

"Tell us, Rob."

"C'mon, tell us who it was."

A chorus of 'tell us' chants bashed around in her skull. The weight was getting heavier and heavier until the band snapped.

"Vickie!"

The band had released her heart and sling-shot it up into her throat. She could hardly swallow as tears sprung in her eyes.

"Vickie. Vickie from band, Vickie?"

"Yes!" And although the band had snapped, the weight had gone. Her secret had been fermenting and sizzling inside her, bottled up and expanding until the lid popped and it finally spilled and overflowed. 

"But, Vickie's a girl."

"Oh, Robin." You gasped at the realisation, rubbing her arm to console her. 

"Holy shit."

Her voice trembled. "I get if you guys don't want to be near me anymore--"

"No, Rob. Why wouldn't we want to be near you?" Steve questioned, almost offended that Robin would thing he would stoop that low. 

"I'm a freak."

"Hey, look who you're talking to." Eddie's voice was soft, yet playful. "Nobody's more of a freak than me."

Everybody laughed, you included, although you felt kind of bad. You were all as much of a freak as each other, you had learned today. It was good that Eddie could laugh about it, but he shouldn't have to in the first place. 

You had hoped that the subject would change there, but the dreaded question was pointed at you. "So why are you here, Sweetheart?"

You cleared your throat. "I told my parents that I had cheer practice cause they'd flip if they found out I got a detention."

"Right, that's not exactly what I meant. What did you do to get in here?"

You sighed. Robin and Steve had been brave enough to share their story. You thought it only fair to tell yours, despite your reluctance.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"I told my boyfriend that I had detention so I didn't have to see him."

"Wow, I didn't know Billy Hargrove was that bad in the sack." Eddie chuckled.

"No, it's not that. We haven't even..."

"Oh, so you are a virgin!"

"Do you believe in all of that no sex before marriage bullshit?" Steve asked, intrigued.

"So what if I do?" You snapped.

You didn't, but you were offended for your mother's sake. Not that you knew why you were, almost like she had drilled it into your head, or branded it onto your brain with a hot iron where it would scar forever.

But scars can fade.

"Nah, she doesn't. She wants to, but she doesn't." Eddie folded his arms as if to say "watch me rip this girl to shreds". "I can see it in those sweet little eyes of yours. You're just daddy's little girl and mommy's little princess - a kiss ass. Sucking up to your parents' beliefs just to get what you want"

"I do not."

He rolled his eyes, firmly standing by his statement. Nothing would persuade him to think otherwise. "Whatever you say, sweetheart. But you and I both know that I don't need no damn preacher to make you mine."

"Ugh, you're impossible."

Nancy eagerly changed the subject. "So why didn't you want to see your boyfriend?"

Your demeanour instantly shifted. Your glaring eyes turned wide with fear at the mention of Billy. You immediately pulled at your sleeve to hide the bruises on your wrist. The once angry beat of your heart thumped cowardly along the vein in your neck, as if threatening to escape in a scream. "He -umm- he has a bit of a temper. Lately, I feel like nothing I do is good enough for him, and he tends to... lash out."

Eddie rolled his eyes at you. You were as close to perfect as someone could get in his eyes. How could your life not be perfect too? "Nah, I don't buy it. Look at you, all that skin showing, and there's not a scratch on you."

You anger returned in a crash, tsunami waves flooding into your eyes and a whirlpool swirling in your gut. How dare he question you. Eddie hadn't even plucked up the courage to share a single thing about himself, and yet here he was, judging you for being brave enough to. 

"Fuck you!"

In a blaze of fury, you stormed off with stomping feet and secluded yourself in the listening room. Slamming the door behind you, you slumped yourself on the floor against the rack of records. You attempted to control your breathing, but your anger reduced you to nothing but a mess of tears, and you began sobbing uncontrollably into your own arms.

The others stared at Eddie with a mix of shock and disgust. Eddie was used to that kind of reaction. But why did he hate how it felt? He looked into himself as the others had and found that he was just as disgusted with himself. The guilt that coiled around his stomach almost made his throw up. He swallowed it down and avoided the others' gaze as he stood and made his way to you, despite the others telling him to leave you alone.

His heart lurched when he heard you choke out a sob from behind the door. He clenched his fist, angry at himself, but knocked gently on the door.

"Leave me alone." You tried to say angrily, but it sounded so heartbroken that it had no bite to it.

Eddie ignored your request and bravely opened the door. You didn't need to look up to know who it was who sat beside you. The lingering smell of weed, smoke and cheep cologne told you it was Eddie. You didn't make any effort to move, not wanting Eddie to see how his words had effected you.

After a few beats of silence, Eddie finally spoke. "I'm sorry."

"Whatever." You sniffed, keeping your head hidden in your arms.

"No really. I am."

The honesty in his voice made you pause. You stopped your tears with a final sniff and raised your head to look at him. The look on his face when he saw you was if he was going to cry himself. At first you thought how dare he cry after how he made you feel but you could see the regret seething in his chocolatey irises. 

"I am so sorry Y/N. I didn't mean any of it. I was just... just..."

"Just what?"

"Angry, I guess."

"At me?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "No, well kinda. Not angry at you, angry because of you..."

"What do you mean?"

You questions were bashing around his skull. He raked his hands over his face. He was frustrated at himself for not being able to give you the answer you wanted to hear, and not being valiant enough to express his feeling to you. Instead, he did the cowardly thing and changed the subject.

"Can I ask you something?"

You nodded, although you were disappointed that he didn't give you an explanation. But you understood that sometimes feelings can be hard to communicate. You knew that Eddie wasn't one to share his feelings and you doubted that he ever would. Not to you anyway.

"Why don't you leave him?"

It was a question you asked yourself all the time. You knew exactly why, you just didn't have the courage to end it. It was easier to ask yourself the question. To you it was some sort of first step to leaving Billy. But that's all it was, a step. One step forward and three steps back. You would tell yourself to leave him, then he would look at you with a storm reeling in his eyes and you would back down. Too chicken shit to stand up for yourself, in fear of what he could do to you.

You took a shaky breath, tears threatening to spill again. "Because I'm scared to. What if all of this time he's been holding back, and leaving him just pisses him off to the max. He'd kill me. I've seen the look in his eyes. I bet if I pushed him hard enough he'd do it."

Eddie's heart was in his throat. He knew that feeling all too well. "Shit, Y/n. I'm sorry you have to go through that."

"I guess it's my own fault." You sniffed. "I dated him thinking it would get back at my parents, but they love him. He's like a completely different person around them, it's so frustrating. He could do no wrong in their eyes. I bet if I told them what he'd been doing they'd take his word over mine."

You paused for a brief moment. Sharing your thoughts with Eddie had forged some clarity and you wondered why you were pouring your heart out to the person who had just hurt your feelings. He had apologised, but could you forgive him? He frustrated you to no end, so why did you have such a soft spot for him?

"I don't get you Eddie."

"What do you mean?" He sat himself straight at your sudden change in demeanour.

"I just don't know how to take you."

"I can think of some ways for you to take me." He smirked sending you a wink.

Any other time, you would have blushed, but he only proved your point.

"See, this is what I'm talking about. One minute we're at each others throats, the next you're acting like your my friend and then you're flirting with me. I just don't know what I'm meant to do."

He turned to you and took your hands in his. "Look I'm sorry. It's just that I...."

"You...?"

I like you and I'm a jealous asshole because you like someone else. He couldn't tell you that, of course. He removed himself from you and wrapped his arms round his knees, mimicking your position. "Whatever, I'm just sorry, okay?"

"Then why don't I believe you?"

"I'm telling you the truth, I swear."

"Prove it."

"Prove it how?"

You paused. The two of you were cursed. Cursed by those who were meant to protect you, to love you; angels that were monsters in disguise. A curse of bruises and scars and broken bones, forever scared to stand up for yourself, scared to love. You wanted to ask him about it. How did he put up with it? You recalled when Steve said it was a part of Eddie's image. You wanted to know the truth.

"Do your parents really beat you?"

Annoyance flashed across his eyes. The question made his blood boil. "What kind of question is that?"

"Just answer it Eddie. Please" 

"Yes..." He snapped, but you looked at him with those big, watery puppy dog eyes again and he couldn't help but cave. "Well, they did. I don't actually live with them anymore. I live with my uncle. He looks after me."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"It's whatever." His anger had cooled to a simmer, but it still sizzled in his gut. 

"Can I ask you something?" You repeated Eddie's earlier question. "If your home life is a lot better now, why do you act the way you do?"

He sighed. "I guess Harrington was right before. To keep up my image. If I look all mean and scary, people are less likely to pick on me and my friends. They sort of look up to me, so I gotta put on a brave face, you know?"

You nodded, but felt like he was holding back. "Any other reason?"

"I guess... I mean, I've always been a nobody, so I guess doing all this, acting the way I do, makes me feel seen. The only time my parents ever really payed attention to be was when they were beating on me, so... I guess old habits die hard."

You nodded again, letting silence fall between you. You could tell that your questioning had upset Eddie. Irritation was practically steaming off him. Eddie hadn't shared so much of his life with anyone, not even the Hellfire boys. He was torn between feeling relieved to get it off his chest, and being annoyed at himself for opening up to you so easily.

"Good session today, Munson. Same time next week?" You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

You wiped the tear stains from your cheeks and stood up to go and join the others. Although you didn't say anything more to him, Eddie he knew he was forgiven. But somehow, that didn't make him feel much better. You stood in the doorway and turned to see if Eddie was following you. Eddie hadn't moved an inch and stayed looking like he was stuck in his own head

"Eddie, if its any consultation, I'd like to think that I can see you now. The real you."

You left him to join the others. They stared at you like you were a bomb going to burst any second, but you simply brushed them off and sat back in your seat. The silence was awkward until Robin spoke.

"Can I ask a question? What happens on Monday?" She asked but received no answer. "I'm assuming we're friends. Right? We're doing things together, we're talking about our private lives, we've broken the law together. It seems like we can call ourselves friends. I think of you guys as my friends anyway. Am I wrong?"

"No. I don't think you're wrong" Eddie piped up, returning to the circle, sitting opposite you and not daring to look you in the eye.

"So, on Monday. What happens?"

"You mean are we still friends?" Nancy asked. "If we're friends now, that is."

Everyone had an interest in the question but no one wanted to commit to an answer. You all eyed each other, waiting for the other to speak. In your ideal world, you would walk into school on Monday waving to Nancy and Steve, saying hello to Robin as Eddie walked you to Mr. Kaminski's chemistry class without a care in the world. 

But would that really happen? 

No.

Because you did care. You cared about what Carol thought, you cared about what Tommy thought, the cheerleading squad, Billy. God, you'd hate to think what Billy would do if he saw you walking the halls with these people. Not only what he would do to you, but what he would do to them.

"Truth?" You braved an answer, fidgeting with the watch on your wrist. "I don't think so."

Steve scoffed at you in disgust. "That's a real nice attitude."

"Be honest, Steve. On Monday, if Robin come up to you in the hall what would you do? When you're there with all the sports."

Steve looked at Robin, nervously. He was on the spot.

"I know exactly what you'd to. You'd  say 'hi' to her and when she left, you'd cut her up so that your friends wouldn't think you really liked her." You answered for him.

You and Steve were friends with the same types of people. You knew all too well how it would go down because you knew your friends.

"No way." He shook the hesitance from his brain, his face laced with determination as he finally thought for himself. "Not anymore."

Robin looked at Steve sadly. "Anymore?" 

"Truth is," Steve puffed his chest like he was about to perform an important speech, keeping his eyes on Robin. "I've been friends with Robin for a while-"

"Steve, you don't-"

"We work at Scoops Ahoy together in Starcourt. And she is the bestest friend I could ever ask for. I mean, she's just so real. None of this fake shit like Tommy and Carol. And she's always there for me, like always. I don't know what I'd do without you, Rob. I've had enough of being fake. From now on, Rob, it's gonna be you and me. I don't give a shit what anyone else says. And I'm sorry I didn't do this sooner."

"And what if I walked up to you?" Eddie asked you, optimistic after your previous conversation and hopeful that Steve's speech had given you some encouragement to change your mind.

You looked at him sadly. You hated to say it to him, but he was truthful to you earlier, it was only fair you did the same. Your voice fell quiet, a regretful whisper. "What I said before."

He looked at you like you had just stabbed him in the back. Ruefully, you had. "Don't be a bitch." He snapped.

You were taken aback. You knew Eddie was frustrated with you for questioning him before, but you thought he would have gotten over it. At least enough for him to join the circle again. Perhaps not. 

"What, I'm a bitch for telling the truth? I couldn't, not with Billy-"

"No! Because you know how shitty that it is to do to someone. You admit it and you aren't strong enough to tell your friends to fuck off and let you be friends with who you want!"

"And what about you? Why don't you take Steve to one of your heavy metal vomit parties?"

Eddie shot a look at Steve. You've got him.

"Take Nancy out to the parking lot at lunch and get high. Or me for that matter .. What would your friends say if they saw you and me walking down the hall together? They'd laugh their asses off and you'd cut me up. You'd probably say I'm doing it with you so they'd forgive you for being with me? Correct?"

Steve saved Eddie from an answer. "Okay. I assume Robin and I are better people than you guys." He turned to Nancy. "Would you do that?"

"I don't really have any friends anymore." She shied.

"If you did?"

"No, the kind of friends I'd have wouldn't mind."

There was a silence of a storm suddenly quelled. A pause long enough for everyone to calm down. 

Steve's voice was unusually quiet and timid. "Are we gonna be like our parents?" 

"Yes." Robin's answer was blunt.

"Why do you say that?"

"It's unavoidable."

"Not me." Eddie was determined.

"It just happens. When you grow up... your heart dies." 

You all sat, breathing in the heavy silence. It wasn't uncomfortable by any means, but it still felt heavy. The truth had been spilt whether everyone like it or not, but still, everyone had accepted it. They had accepted that things may just go back to the way they were before, but they also accepted that things could also never be exactly the same. It was a strange mixture of hope, solemn and acknowledgment. And for you - fear. You wanted to be friends with these guys. You wanted things to be different on Monday, but thoughts of Billy shrouded your desires. The things he would say or do if he found out what had happened in this room today; the friendships made, the truth told, the kisses shared. You'd rather wallow in your own self pity.

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3:50pm

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"Are you sure about this?"

"Absolutely, he won't be able to resist you."

Your eyes fluttered to the ceiling as Nancy prodded at your waterline with her black eyeliner pencil. 

Despite your differences earlier, everybody seemed okay with each other now. You'd all had time to cool off and apologise to one another. Unfortunately, you had meant what you'd said earlier, but you were still sorry for it.

You were currently in the seclusion room with Nancy and Robin giving you what they deigned a 'Munson Make-over'. Robin had given you her spare t-shirt from her bag. It was simply black and large enough to stop at the exact point on your thighs where your skirt had been. You hadn't wanted to take it from her, arguing that there may come a time where she'll need it more that you, but she refused, vowing that she 'just might have found something worth staying for'. 

You made a last minute decision to ditch the skirt underneath when the shirt started bunching up weirdly and making you look frumpy. You felt about ten times more exposed somehow, but the girls reassured you that you looked great. Nancy used a small make-up brush to finalise the finishing touches to your eyes, smudging the black in an edgy way that made the colour of your eyes pop. 

This hadn't been your idea, but a combined effort from both Nancy and Robin when she had accidentally blurted out your admission to having a crush on Eddie earlier. For once you finally felt like a teenager. Not having to worry about what people might think, just girls doing make-up and talking about boys like they do in the movies. 

And something stirred in your gut. Perhaps regret, or maybe defiance, but a pull in your chest decided that maybe you would take back what you had said about ignoring them on Monday. After a few swipes of mascara over your lashes, Nancy affirmed that you were done and 'ready to get your man'. Nancy leaned back to admire her handy work. With a big smile, she grabbed a compact mirror out of her bag and turned it to face you. Your eyes widened, stunned and not believing that it was you in the mirror. It was crazy how a bit of make-up could change the way you looked drastically. 

"Is this me?" You laughed in astonishment.

"It's you."

Your surprise quickly turned to insecurity. Never in your life had you worn make-up like this and you were starting to second guess whether or not you could pull it off. 

"But what if he laughs at me?"

Robin rolled her eyes. "He won't laugh, you look great. C'mon."

They urged you out of the door after assuring you that Principal Higgins was no where to be seen, and you made your way to the broom closet Eddie had told you he had been locked in. 

Eddie had managed (with the help of Steve) to clamber back up the hole in the ceiling that he had made. He was currently sitting on an upside down bucket, fiddling with his coat and scarf. The door swung open abruptly and Eddie stood tall, expecting to see Principal Higgins before him. Instead, you stepped into the room, keeping your eyes on Eddie with smirk as you leaned your back on the door to shut it. You crossed you legs over one another shyly as Eddie gawked at you. Your body felt like it was burning as he raked his eyes over you. 

"Hey." He said. It was the only thing he could think of in his state of disbelief.

"Hey."

His lack of response was worrying you. Nancy had tried so hard to convince you that Eddie liked you, but you were beginning to think that maybe she had been wrong. Eddie was nothing but a moment. Five measly years out of an entire lifetime. But do you simply let the moment pass you by, or do you seize the moment and make something out of it?

"What are you doing here?"

"I've come to see you."

"Me? Why?"

"I'm sorry, do you want me to go?"

"No, no, no, I don't want you to go. Sorry, it's just different being alone with you. Like properly alone with you, especially when you look like that."

"Good different?"

"Definitely good different." 

You smiled, feeling a bit more confident in yourself. You moved towards him and he took your hands in his.

"Listen, I've been wanting to tell you this, but I never really found a great time, especially with the other guys around all the time."

"What is it?"

He paused, having second thoughts about telling you. He knew you liked someone else. What if you just laughed in his face? No, you wouldn't do that. He'd opened up to you before, he could do it again. 

He released an exasperated sigh. "I like you, okay"

When you didn't reply in your state of shock, he continued. "I really like you, but I don't want to. I never thought that I could like someone like you. That's to say the popular chick, the cheerleading captain, you know what I mean. I spent my whole life hating people like that because they were all just bullies." He scoffed a laugh like he could hardly believe what he was saying. "And then you come along and you were just... different. I don't know how to explain it, there's just something about you. Something that I like."

"But I know you don't like me." He quickly added, drooping his head to face the ground.

You couldn't believe what you had just heard. Your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest. Eddie does like you. You wanted to scream in happiness. But he thinks you like someone else. "what makes you think that?"

"I overheard you say to Nancy that you liked someone."

You laughed in incredulity. "That was about you, airhead!"

"It was?" His head snapped back up, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Do you think I'd dress like this if it wasn't for you?"

"Oh baby," he held your hands gently, pulling you forwards for you to look directly at him, "you look smoking hot don't get me wrong, but you don't have to change yourself for me, okay?"

You nodded, giving him a shy smile.

"You do look smoking hot by the way." He smirked pulling you closer so you were chest to chest. 

He tilted your chin up softly, eyeing the way your kissable lips parted for him and eyelids drooped with desire. Just a simple touch from him could ignite something deep within you. Something that had been dormant for so long. 

Passion? Desire?

Love?

"Eddie." You whispered against his lips.

"Yes, baby?"

"Do you really mean it? Do you really like me?"

"I do, sweetheart, I really do."

"Good." You rested your forehead against his as he stroked a wisp of hair from your face.

"Hey, sweetheart?"

"Yes, baby?" You teased.

"Can I kiss you?"

Your nodded, seizing the moment. You had never been more sure of anything in your life. Your eyes closed, ready for Eddie to press his lips against yours for your first real kiss.

"Munson-- What the...?"

The two of you jumped apart when the door swung open and Principal Higgins stood there looking rather puzzled. He was confused about how you had ended up in the closet, and why you had completely changed your look, but he didn't say anything. He was tired and wanted to go home.

"Let's go." He snapped.

The two of you made your way out of the closet and walked back to the library, Principal Higgins following closely behind like the two of you were going to run away from him any second. The walk to the library was short. The two of you sat down together and Higgins stood sternly before everyone with his arms crossed. He eyed everyone up in a way that was supposed to be intimidating.

"Papers?"

Nancy slid a single piece of paper across the table. Higgins picked it up wearily, reading the signatures of the kids scribbled in a mixed array of handwriting across the top. He looked mystified by the paper, but before he could open his mouth, the bell rang and everyone immediately gathered their things and left, leaving Higgins to read the paper alone.

Dear Principal Higgins,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong, but we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us — in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain and an athlete, a basket case, a princess, a cheerleader and a criminal.

Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,

The Breakfast Club

~~~~~

Saturday.

October 25th, 1984.

Hawkins High.

4:05pm.

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The sky had reclined into a rich blue, shadows stretching across the school's front steps in the setting sun. The five of you made your way down the stairs to the few cars outside. 

Nancy held hands with Steve on the way down, giving him a peck on the cheek before getting into her mother's car. She immediately began questioning her as they drove off down the road. Steve did a not-so-secret fist pump, and waved everyone goodbye before getting into his fathers car.

"See you guys on Monday." Robin bid you both farewell as she got in the back of the final car. 

You and Eddie stood in a comfortable silence side by side on the final step, neither of you wanting to say goodbye yet. 

"You know, I was thinking." Eddie broke the silence, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leaning his weight on you. "What if there was another way to get back at your parents?"

"Like what?" You playfully shrugged him off, turning to face him.

"Well, I'm sure dating a metalhead weed smoker wouldn't appease them too much." 

You smiled at the way he put it, but frowned almost instantly when a sudden thought flashed behind your eyes. "What about Billy?"

"Let me deal with him." You don't look too convinced. "I'm stronger than I look, you know."

There was a relief that took a weight off your chest. Could this finally be over? Happiness felt like it was bursting in sunrays in your heart, making you giddy. You couldn't stop the smile from stretching across your lips. 

"I'll believe it when I see it." You teased. "Wouldn't want our first date to be at the hospital."

"So is that a yes?"

A chilly breeze rustled through the trees, borrowing your body heat and giving you goose bumps in return. A weight fell on your shoulders when Eddie placed his coat over you.

"Eddie you don't have to."

"You think I'm gonna let you walk home in the cold wearing that?"

"Maybe not." You smiled. "Let me give you something in return then."

"Oh you don't--"

You reached for your watch, unclasping the thin metallic band before grabbing his wrist and wrapping it around.

"You're giving me your watch? Why?"

You fastened it as loosely as you could, but it was still a little tight on him. He didn't resist, however, instead he watched you intently and read the time on it when you were done.

"Because tomorrow night, when the big hand hits twelve and the little hand hits seven, I want you to come pick me up."

"Pick you up? Like a date? So it is a yes."

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You couldn't decide whether it was from excitement or nerves. You could only hope that Eddie will placate his chronic tardiness to show up at your door at exactly seven o'clock on the dot. But, you would have to find out tomorrow.

"But where do you want to go?"

"Leave that to me. Think of it as an early birthday present."

Eddie smirked, bending down to wrap his arms around your waist, bringing you close enough that a turn of your head would end up with your lips together. "Tell you what, you know what I want for my birthday?"

"What would that be?"

"I do believe I asked you for a kiss earlier."

"You did, but I guess you'll have to wait for your birthday for that." You smirked, pulling away and hopping off the step, making a start homeward.

You turned around teasingly to see Eddie frozen on the step completely stunned. You giggled to yourself, turning back with a skip in your step. You took about ten more steps before turning around again, only to see Eddie right behind you. He wrapped his arms around you waist, picking you up and spinning you around as your laughter echoed across the school field. 

"Oh no you don't, sweetheart." 

He span you around wildly as you attempted to beg him to stop through your laughter. His fingers prodded at your ribs, tickling you into submission. With a final dizzying spin, he set you down with a chuckle. You grabbed onto his shoulders to steady yourself as the world kept spinning around you. 

"Fine, just one kiss."

"That's more like it." He smiled.

He gently placed a calloused hand along your jaw, cupping your cheek to pull you closer. Your eyes closed softly as his lips finally pressed to yours in your first proper kiss together. The kiss was sweet with passion, pure and vulnerable with a promise of love. His warm tongue stroked against your lips tenderly and you threaded your hands through his hair, tilting your head as you massaged your tongue against his. He moaned softly into your mouth, using his other hand to draw your bodies together. 

Hesitantly, you pulled apart, the two of you with heavy eyelids and drunken smiles.

"How about I walk you home? Make a start on trying to "impress" your parents."

"I think I'd like that."

Somehow, eight hours in a school library had managed to change your life completely. Fate was the librarian, usually known for matching you with the book you want. Only this time you all got paired with a book you didn't want, or rather one that didn't suit your taste. Yet, you read it anyway and discovered that it is possible to branch out. It is possible to make changes, and that changes can be for the better. You can learn things that you otherwise wouldn't have about life, people, love. You can learn that everyone is different, yet we all share the same emotions. Insecurity and vulnerability can be embraced, and there is no right and wrong. At the end of the day, what matters most is acceptance, within yourself and within others.

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