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The Breakfast Club - Eddie Munson X F!Cheerleader!Reader
Part One - These Children That You Spit On
Chapter Summary - We meet five unlikely teenagers who have to spend the next eight hours in detention together. (A retelling of The Breakfast Club, written and directed by John Hughes.)
Chapter Warnings - Characters are all 18+ / Strong Language / Illusions to Abuse/ Abusive Relationship / Dysfunctional Families / Kleptomania / References to Demonianism and Satanism / References to Religious Beliefs / Sexual References / Stereotyping / Angst
Word Count - 6.6k
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Saturday.
October 25th, 1984.
Hargrove Residence.
6:30am.
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"Billy, c'mon, I have to go."
You reluctantly pulled away from the warm embrace of the covers, or at least attempted to. Billy kept the dead weight of his arm slung heavily around your waist, trapping you to the mattress. He released a groan of annoyance as he curled it around you and pulled you into him. You spared a few minutes to stay in his warmth and shed the sleep from your brain. The grey hues of wintry light cascaded onto the room through the gap in the curtain. The room was otherwise obscured from light, making it effortless to close your eyes and fall back asleep. You refrained, deciding to focus your ears instead. The familiar chirping of birds and the quiet hum of unfortunate morning commuters on their way to work on a Saturday morning had you sinking back into your pillow. The smell of brewing coffee reminded you to stay awake. Your eyes blinked open again, and you shuffled from underneath Billy's grasp. He groaned again, this time burying himself into your neck. You giggled, planted a kiss to his cheek, and rolled him off you.
You quickly jumped in the shower, saying good morning to Billy's little sister Max, who was making her way into the kitchen, along the way. You dressed in the bathroom, checking your watch before heading back into Billy's bedroom to say goodbye.
He lay on his front, eyes still closed, but his breathing told you that he was awake. You placed a gentle hand on his arm, leaning in to kiss his cheek again.
"Billy, I'm going now, but I'll see you on Monday, yeah?"
He said nothing. You couldn't suppress the disappointment that swept through you. You turned to leave when he softly grabbed your wrist. You smiled, thinking he was going to ask you to stay, or to give you a goodbye kiss, but his gripped tightened. Your heart dropped.
"Billy, you're hurting me."
"Where do you think you're going?" He stared you dead in the eyes.
You tried to pull away. "I told you yesterday, Billy. Mrs O'Donnell gave me a Saturday detention."
"No, where do you think you're going dressed like that."
You looked at your outfit. You wore the signature green and white of the Hawkins High cheerleading squad. A sleeveless modest style vest, worn with a turtleneck layer underneath, and a green pleated skirt with yellow striping around the hem. It rested just above your mid thigh, so you pulled your socks all the way up to your knees to keep warm. "I told my parents I had cheerleading practice, so they didn't think I had detention. You know this, Billy."
"Do I? Or are you going to see your precious King Steve again?" His grip tightened even further.
He had that crazy look in his eyes that made your entire body freeze. You stopped struggling. Your chest went tight, and suddenly, it was like trying to breathe in a sauna room.
Billy Hargrove was not fond of Steve Harrington, and last Thursday night, you had snook out to go to a party as his house. You had cancelled your plans with Billy last minute after Carol begged you to go with her (not that it took much convincing). It turned out that Billy had been invited to the party by one of his other friends, unbeknownst to you. And you made the mistake of lying to Billy and told him that you were sick.
The biggest mistake of your life.
He saw you there and started an argument that had the entire rooms eyes on the two of you. He had the same wild look in his eyes as he had now. He ended up punching Steve when he had come over to ask if everything was alright.
"I only went to that party for Carol. I didn't even speak to Steve."
"No? Because he seemed real friendly with you."
"He wasn't! Billy, please, I don't want anything to do with Steve. Just please let me go."
He released you harshly, and you immediately brought your wrist to your chest, rubbing the sore skin.
"Get out of my sight."
You scurried out the door with tears in your eyes.
Your first steps outside felt as though you were walking into the worlds largest refrigerator, though you were thankful it wasn't raining. You could do without the frozen shrapnel soaking you to the bone this morning. It had already started bad enough.
The sun had only just begun to rise, not having a chance to warm up the earth yet. Not that it would do much good. The temperature had been dropping more and more as the days went on, this morning being the worst yet. It had turned tomb-like silent outside with the exception of the crunching salt under your feet that had been newly laid to stop people from slipping on the first of winter's ice. A storm had come and gone the previous night, but the sky still hung sadly as a woollen grey shawl, bringing threat of another. The cold, however, was enough to calm you down. It felt refreshing after feeling suffocated in Billy's room.
You checked your watch again. You had twenty minutes to sneak back home and pretend that you had just woken up and got dressed for cheerleading practice.
You started running.
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Saturday.
October 25th, 1984.
Hawkins High.
7:55am.
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You had made it home just in time before your parents woke up. You explained you were doing stretches in your room, which was why you were red-faced and slightly out of breath. They didn't seem to buy it, but the alternative presumption was far too embarrassing for them not to take your word for it.
Your father offered you a ride to school, but after that rather awkward first encounter with them this morning, you thought it best to walk. And you were glad you did because it didn't take long before they were arguing. Your mother red-faced and clutched onto the cross around her neck while your father rolled his eyes. To the outside world, it would seem that you had the perfect family, but that couldn't be father from the truth. A lot of the times when they argued, it would be over something petty, but all of a sudden, your name would be roped in, and the entire point of the argument seemed to vanish. You see, to them, you were leverage. As soon as you got a mention, they got the upper hand. They used you to get back at each other: a means to an end. Not intentionally, of course, but that didn't make it any less frustrating. It was nothing uncommon in your household, but that didn't mean you could stand to listen to it. You grabbed your coat and left as quickly as you could, neither of your parents noticing that you were gone as they continued to scream in each others faces.
By the time you made it to the schools entrance, you wished you had brought a change of clothes as ice shot through your veins and goose-pimpled your skin. You drew your coat closer to your chest, clenching and unclenching your gloveless fingers to keep the feeling in their tips.
As you bound up the schools steps like a heat-seeking rocket, the rubber tyres of a coffee brown BMW screeched to a stop. The sudden sound echoing across the empty school premises caused you to turn quickly. Through the windshield, you saw a man in a business suit at the wheel. Beside him was his eighteen-year-old son, Steve Harrington. Your heart raced when you saw him. You weren't expecting to see him here.
Billy isn't here. You told yourself in an attempt to calm your jangled nerves.
His hands gestured animatedly as he argued with his father. Their words were suppressed by the metal walls of the car, but you could surmise their level of volume by the thick vein protruding from Steve's neck. Then, their words exploded like a bullet from the barrel of a gun, piercing through the stillness of the morning as the door opened and Steve stomped out. Something along the lines of "No school's gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case!". And just like that, their poor version of a conversation seized to exist by the single slam of a car door. Almost immediately, the car sped off, swerving around the parking lot like a maniac before disappearing. You stood in shock as Steve held his two middle fingers up at the abandoning vehicle. It was not a home life you would have pictured for King Steve. It was a rather unexpected display you had witnessed, but to Steve, it seemed like any other day. He jogged up the stairs, hands in his jacket pockets and sporting a healing split lip, looking so unaffected by the argument that you almost convinced yourself that you had imagined it.
He paused on the step behind you, finally noticing that you were there, but only for a split second, barely sparing you a glance before moving straight past you and through the doors. You felt heaviness in your chest. No "hello." Even a simple smile would have done. But you supposed they were reserved for his real friends. Sure, you and Steve knew each other - you had friends from the same group, and you had been to a few of his parties, but you hadn't even held a proper conversation with the guy - just dribs and drabs of small talk here and there, but he was nice.
Thoughts of Billy flashed through your mind. It seems as though Billy's appearance at his party the other day had left him wanting nothing to do with you. You understood why, Billy had caused quite the scene over nothing. But there was no reason why you should be punished for his actions. You shook the thoughts out of your head. It was nothing that you should dwell on, so you continued on into the school.
The halls looked strange without their usual morning bustle. The squeak of your sneakers against the freshly waxed floor echoed as you made your way to the school library. You could hear Steve's fast pace ahead of you. His blue, straight-legged jeans and pristine Nike sneakers strode out of your sight until you were left in silence. The silence felt so loud that it rumbled from the high ceiling. You were so sure it was the cause of the last light flickering at the end of the hall. Continuing forward, you took the first left and proceeded straight until you reached the double doors at the end. A flimsy banner hung from the tiled ceiling, "HAWKINS TIGERS ALL THE WAY," with a decent enough illustration of the school mascot, threatened to fall. You treaded lightly as you moved beneath it, holding your breath in fear that any sudden movement would cause it to fall down on you. You released it when you made it safely to the other side.
Your fingers traced along the lockers as you walked, reading the bits and pieces of graffiti as you went; 'Fuck this shit, I'm out' in scrawled handwriting, 'I hate Mondays' with drips of black paint streaking down some of the letters, and a cartoonish depiction of a weed leaf smoking a blunt which made you chuckle. You walked past a trophy case, eyeing the splendid totems of athletic and academic prestige alike. A picture of the basketball team in all their glory on the top shelf, another of the cheerleading squad, yourself included, and a grainy image of the physics club haphazardly chucked on the bottom. Your white sneakers squeaked once more as you pivoted to the right before making a final left to the pine doors of the library.
Before you were six tables placed into two rows of three, with three chairs sitting snugly behind each one. You were surprised to see Nancy 'goodie two shoes' wheeler sat at the front table, with her perfectly permed hair and fur-lined jacket still on her shoulders. You didn't think it was possible for Nancy Wheeler to get detention, but then again, the same could've been said about you. Steve had strangely enough sat on the same table as her, despite every other seat being completely free, leaving an empty chair between them so as not to make it weird. Neither of them spoke to each other and instead opted to sit in silence, fiddling with their finger nails or a loose thread on their jumper. As you took your first foot in, a tall, lanky girl with short, dirty blonde hair sped past you, mumbling a quick sorry when she nearly knocked you off your feet. This unorthodox first impression of the girl, who you had only ever seen around the school halls, had commenced quite the distaste for her already. She was red-faced and sweaty, carrying her thick winter coat over her elbow, undeterred by the chilly weather. The whites of her eyes almost blended with her rosy cheeks, bloodshot like she was holding back tears. She had been in a rush to get here and away from whatever had made her upset. You imagined that's what you must have looked like this morning, and you almost started to feel a little sorry for her. She took the middle table on the left side, dumping her coat on one chair before hiding her face in her arms. If you hadn't known any better, it looked as though she was trying to fall asleep on the table.
You made your way to the table to the right of hers, taking the seat on the furthest side. You kept your coat on for now but dumped your bag on the chair beside you. With a huff, you rested your head in the palm of your hands, watching the back of Nancy and Steve's heads.
The heavy weight of the library door forced its hinges to fold and close impulsively, and Eddie slipped through the crack before it closed all the way, because god forbid he wasted his energy on something as measly as opening a door. The pride in his face when he reached the other side was as if beating the door was life or death. Like he was Indiana Jones rolling under a trap door to avoid being impaled by spikes. All he needed was a wide-brimmed fedora.
You tensed at the sight of him. You had heard rumours that he was a Satan worshiper and that he would do casual rituals on the weekends. You didn't believe it, of course, Eddie was all bark and no bite, but that didn't make you feel any easier around him. Eddie was not a good person. He had been caught one too many times trying to sell weed to freshman because they were 'naïve and easy to upsell' or trying to get them to join his little Hellfire Cult. He would spit and hiss at the teachers, setting up traps in unsuspecting students' lockers, or even straight up stealing their locks so their personal belongings were out for anyone to see. He was like a snake. Once he caught his prey, he was coiling around it, pulling himself into it. Constricting, suffocating, waiting to ascertain it was truly dead before taking a bite. His scales came in the form of clinking enamel badges, and his words were the venom dripping from his tongue. To put it lightly, he was one big bully - a miscreant.
His kleptomaniac fingers touched practically everything he walked by: picking up flyers and not even bothering to read them before dropping them to the floor, unhooking the phone from the receiver so it dangled limply from the checkout desk, and pocketing a few pencils that are no doubt going to end up missing because Eddie Munson has never brought a pencil to school a day in his life. He walked slowly, confidently, giving everyone in the room time to become aware of his presence. You could feel him eyeing you up when he walked by. You met his stare like an owl, following until you couldn't turn your head any further. You weren't going to let him intimidate you and you wanted him to know it. It was the first time you had seen him wearing something other than his usual hellfire shirt and leather jacket. He had the same dark, denim jeans with the holes in the knees and once white reeboks, only this time he wore a black t-shirt with a thick winter coat in a matching colour. Red, plaid fabric peaked out from the confines of his coat. Sensibly, he had worn a shirt over top as an extra layer to keep warm. His footsteps were wide and languid as he moved to his seat, dumping himself on the table behind you and untangling his scarf from around his neck.
Just as everyone settled in, Principal Richard Higgins strode in, stopping dead centre in the mouth of the passageway between the two rows of tables. You tried not to laugh. Principal Higgins was a sight to behold, swapping his usual grey suit and tie for flamboyantly bright pink t-shirt a size too small for his pot belly, a casual white blazer, a pair of jeans and bold coloured sneakers. You didn't notice until now that he had the figure of a lollipop, round on top, but stick thin on the bottom. You understood now why he always wore a suit; it evened him out a bit. Though he did confirm the rumour that teachers were definitely not normal.
He glanced at his fancy watch. "I would first like to congratulate you all for being on time." Though it sounded more sarcastic than sincere.
He seemed to be looking straight at Eddie as he said that. Eddie only responded by kicking his feet up on the desk.
"Now, it is 8:02am. You have exactly eight uneventful hours to spend in each others company." He began pacing up and down the aisle with his chest puffed out in intimidation (well, as intimidating as a lollipop shaped man could be), slapping Eddies feet down as he did.
"You many not talk, you may not move from your seats -" He stopped at the weird girl who had nearly knocked you over and slapped a hand on the desk. She shot up with a gasp. "And you may not sleep."
"Today," He continued, marching to the front, "we're going to try something different. I want all of you to - uh?"
Principal Higgins dropped a stack of notebook paper on the nearest table and then made his way for the pot of pencils on the checkout desk. He paused in confusion when he saw the pot was empty; every pencil hiding snuggly in Eddie's pocket. You rolled your eyes as Eddie snickered behind you. There was a long pause of awkward silence as Principal Higgins made his way around the desk in search of more pencils. There were a few quiet grunts of effort and then a "Ah ha" before he appeared back in front.
"Right, I want all of you to write me an essay of no less than one thousand words describing to me who you think you are." He began handing out paper and pencils to everyone. "And when I say essay, I mean essay. Not a single word repeated a thousand times. Do you understand, Mr. Munson?"
"Mr. Munson understands, Principal Higgins." Eddie said.
Higgins ignored him. "Maybe you'll learn something about why you're here, and perhaps you'll decide whether or not you care to return."
Silence.
"I'll be across the hall in my office. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Questions?"
You saw Steve shake his head and catch Nancy shaking hers like she couldn't believe this was happening to her.
Principal Higgins gave one solid nod to confirm that question and answer time was over before making his way towards the library doors.
"Yeah, I got a question."
He took a pause, hand clenched firmly on the door handle as he twisted around. He raised his brow at Eddie, already sick and tired of his antics.
"Does Don Johnson know that you raided his wardrobe?"
There were a few snickers, including you, trying to discreetly cover your mouth to hide your smile. Principal Higgins was undisturbed. There wasn't a thing Eddie could do or say that would insult him. At least, that's what he wanted him to think.
"You'll find out the answer to that next Saturday. Mr. Munson. Do you have anything else you'd like to say to impress these people?"
Eddie smirked, leaning across the table and clasping his hands. He accepted the challenge, staring the Principal dead in the eye. "You got any naked pictures of your wife?"
The Principal's face turned red, and he referred to him with a hateful look in his eyes. "You've just earned yourself another Saturday detention, Mister." He pointed.
His eyes scoured the room, looking for anybody else who would challenge him. "Does anybody else want to join him?
The laughing stopped.
"Didn't think so."
And with that, he left, leaving the door wide open to give him a straight view of the library through his office window. Eddie chuckled, resting his feet back on the table, clearly proud of the reaction he had gotten.
Then silence.
A lot of silence.
Eddie placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes like he was going to sleep. Nancy began fiddling with her pencil, thinking about how she was going to start her essay. Steve cracked his knuckles, and the other girl (who you had yet to learn the name of) just stared at her paper. You simply sighed, took off your coat, and began daydreaming about all the other ways you could've chosen to spend your Saturday.
The library was by no means modern, but the faculty seemed to have no appreciation for the sort of library they've been given and ungraciously added touches of their own. There was an ugly mix of deep mahogany and grey sheet-metal bookcases, a couple of fake plants collecting dust, and old academic trophies that probably haven't been touched since the sixties. There were posters, some painted, some printed, but most were horrifically Halloween themed, and a rather provocative David Hasselhoff calendar behind the front desk, which the librarian thought no one could see.
Those few times that you had actually stepped foot in the library, you noticed it was never truly quiet. There were always whisperings of students, the whirring of printers, and the clicking of keyboards and typewriters.
But today, a Saturday, with only five students bored out of their minds, it was truly silent.
The library was so quiet that you could practically hear the books ageing. The books consumed the noise, leaving you all in a suffocatingly awkward space of ineloquent glances. Broad daylight struggled to reach the room. Not that the sun was trying to, but the blinds sought out to fight against it anyway. Instead, it was the hanging lights above that lit the maze of a room. The soft lights were enough to put you to sleep. Your eyes were fluttering softly, your head drooping--
"Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master, master!"
Your peaceful almost-slumber was rudely interrupted when Eddie opened his big mouth to sing that god-awful song. You had never listened to it in your life, but would gladly never listen to it again if it meant that Eddie would shut the hell up. You turned around to give him a glare of annoyance, and when you turned back, you noticed that the others had done the same. He peeked out through one eye, smirking at the look on everyone's faces, before continuing, only this time he was humming instead. Thank god.
"Shit!" Eddie sprang up, feet down, sitting up straight and alert. He startled you, and you turned again. "What are we supposed to do if we gotta take a leak?"
He pretended to undo his zipper, the childish act making you roll your eyes. "If you gotta go, you gotta go."
"Oh my god." Nancy looked like she was going to throw up. She turned and shielded her eyes.
"Try it, and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor." Steve threatened.
Eddie laughed, accomplishing his mission of upsetting the others. "You know, you're pretty sexy when you're angry, big boy."
He turned his attention to the quiet girl sat adjacent to him. She shifted under his gaze.
"Hey Buckley," She turned with a look of boredom, like she was used to his antics, "why don't you go and close that door so I can get our little cheerleader here naked?"
You almost gave yourself whiplash with how quickly you turned to glare at him. "Don't even think about it asshole."
"Why you a virgin?"
"Fuck you."
"You're disgusting." Nancy added.
"Awe, I'm sorry, you feeling left out, Princess? There's plenty of me to go around. But I suppose if you don't want to wait your turn, I wouldn't say no to a three-way."
"Ugh, you're such a creep!"
"Listen, man, if you piss me off, you're totalled." Steve defended the two of you, though you felt it was more for Nancy's sake than yours.
"Totalled?"
"Totally."
"Just ignore him, Steve. Maybe he'll go away." Nancy suggested, placing a hand on his shoulder to turn him to face the front.
There was a pause. Their shoulders relaxed when they had thought Eddie had given up.
"Oh, so are you two like boyfriend/girlfriend?" Eddie teased.
No reply.
"Steady dates?"
Silence.
"Lovers?"
Nancy continued to ignore him, but Steve smouldered with anger.
"Tell me, Princess, have you two played hide the sausage yet?"
"GO TO HELL!"
"Hey, keep it down in there!" Higgins called from across the hall.
He rolled backwards on his office chair until the five of them came into view. They were all seated exactly how he left them. He rolled back out of sight.
Everybody visibly relaxed.
Eddie hid the shock of Nancy's outburst behind another annoying smirk.
"Just ignore him, guys." You advised. "He's only doing it to get a rise out of you."
"Sweetheart, you couldn't ignore me if you tried." He gave you a confident wink.
You hated that it made your cheeks flush with heat. You quickly turned before you gave him something else to tease you over.
"We gotta close them doors. How are we supposed to party with the old pinhead checking us out every two seconds?" Eddie stood from his seat and moved towards the doors.
"I don't think that's a good idea. The doors are supposed to stay open." This 'Buckley' opened her mouth for the first time since she's got here. Everybody looked at her bewildered.
It was only Eddie who didn't seem phased by this, but he still paused. "What do you mean 'supposed to'?"
"Vernon said, Dingus, and I really don't want to get on his bad side. I mean, Mrs. Clickety Clackety is already threatening me with suspension, and I can't afford that. How am I supposed to get accepted into any sort of college if I get suspended. They'll think I'm a horrible student, and I'll be one big massive reject and--"
"Whoa, Robin, slow down." Steve interrupted her breathless rambling. You were struggling to keep up with each word. She was talking so fast. Just total word vomit, like she'd been trying to keep it down since she got here and suddenly just projectiled everywhere. It didn't even occur to you then that Steve knew her name.
"So?" Was Eddie's only blunt reply.
"So, why don't you just shut up." Steve scowled. "There's four other people in here, you know? Stop thinking about yourself for once."
"Wow, you're a math wiz, Sporto. I bet you know your ABCs, too. See, I knew you were smart. You hide it well, Harrington." Steve grimaced at that. "I mean, let's face it, you gotta be smart to play basketball."
"Who are you to judge?" Steve challenged. "You don't even count. If you disappeared forever, it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school."
There was a twitch in Eddie's eye. He hated how that got to him, but he recovered swiftly. "Oh? Well, maybe I'll join the basketball team or the wrestling team? Or better yet, the student council, I think you'd like some of the ideas I have in mind for this place."
He moved slowly, intimidatingly to Steve's table, stopping in front of it before leaning down so he towered over Steve. He reminded you of an adult reprimanding a little boy. But Steve wasn't a little boy. He could hold his own.
"You could try, but they'd never take you."
"Damn, I'm hurt. truly." Eddie was definitely not hurt.
"Will you just stop? If you keep this up, Higgins is gonna come storming in here. I've got a game next Saturday, and I'm not gonna miss it because of you."
"Wouldn't that be a bite? Missing a whole game." Eddie feigned sympathy.
"You wouldn't know anything about it, Freak. You've never competed in your life."
"I know, and I feel all empty inside because of it." Eddie puffed his chest as if his heart was swelling with pride. "I have such a deep admiration for guys who toss balls into laundry baskets."
"Whatever, man. You don't have any goals."
"See, that's where you're wrong, I do have goals." Eddie paused in suspense, and Steve perked up a little in his seat. "My goal is to be exactly like you."
Steve slumped back and rolled his eyes. "You're worthless."
"I compete." Robin added after a beat. All eyes turned to her. You could tell she didn't like that much, but she continued anyway. "I'm in band, and I'm on the debate team, and I'm in the Latin club and chess team. This one time, with the debate team, we had this big banquet at the Hilton and we had to get dressed up. And, uh, I didn't have any shoes so I had to wear my mom's shoes. It was kind of weird because my Nana doesn't like when I wear other people's shoes. But, yeah. It's not athletic, but I compete in a lot of stuff."
"That's not the same, Rob." Steve sighed.
"You have to be a jock to compete?" Eddie confronted.
"I was talking about athletic competition."
"What's the difference?" You questioned. Everyone turned to you this time, but you kept your attention on Steve. You could see the proud smile on Eddie's face out of the corner of your eye.
"What do you mean?"
"What I said."
Eddie's eyebrow raised in amusement, enjoying someone else putting Steve in his place for a change. If he was being totally honest, Eddie didn't really have anything against Steve. Steve's friends, on the other hand, were a different story. Eddie found himself being hounded by Steve's friends more often than not, but Steve didn't actually do anything. But he didn't stop it either. Of all of them, he was the easiest to rile up, and Eddie couldn't help but cease the moment whenever he could.
Steve scoffed but bowed out of the conversation. "You're all fucked."
"Hey man, watch your mouth. There's ladies here remember? They don't appreciate you using a word like FUCK! in front of them." Eddie gestured to you. "I don't know if you know this, big boy, but her mother is a nun!"
It was true that your mother was a religious person, but she was certainly not a nun. "No she isn't."
"Sorry," He turned back to Steve. "Her father is a nun!"
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped your lips. The sound caused a mischievous glint in Eddie's eyes. You hated it.
"Higgins is leaving." Nancy proclaimed suddenly.
Eddie paused with wide eyes like a deer in headlights, not wanting to get caught out of his seat. Everyone looked down the hall in time to see Principle Higgins exit his office, not even sparing them a glance. Eddie proceeded to the doors, peeking his head out to watch Higgins drink from the water fountain at the other end of the hall.
Eddie came back in the room. "We gotta move fast, the scumbag's just filling his tank."
Steve sent Nancy an annoyed look that said 'why did you have to tell him that?', causing her to shy away. She was already thinking the same thing herself. Eddie pulled a chair to the door, stood on it and took a guitar pick out of his pocket. With the guitar pick, he removed a screw from the door spring assembly. He jumped off the chair and the door closed behind him.
"That's not funny, man. Fix it."
"Please fix it." Robin pleaded.
"Am I a genius?" Eddie asked, though it was more of a brag than a question, as he quickly pushed the chair back to its rightful spot.
"No, you're an asshole."
There was a muffled "Hey!" from behind the door and everyone rushed to act as casual as possible. Eddie quickly took his seat, only this time he sat next to you. You tensed uncomfortably, smelling the faint cigarette smoke on his coat. You wanted to smack him for being so stupid. You just prayed that Higgins wouldn't notice he swapped seats.
The door busted open.
"Why is this door closed?" There was fury in his eyes.
Everyone remained silent, avoiding meeting his eyes. Steve turned to look at Eddie as if deciding the best way to rat him out.
Eddie jumped in before he could say anything. "How should we know, we're not supposed to move, right?"
Higgins singled out Steve, obviously noticing how he had looked at Eddie. "Why is that door closed?"
Steve looked to Eddie once again. You were cringing at how obvious he made it. You could feel Eddie shaking his leg under the desk. A nervous habit? Perhaps Eddie was afraid to get caught. Or he was just furious at Steve for even thinking about being a snitch. He lowered his eyes at Steve, a glare that said, 'Go on, I dare you'. Steve backed down.
"We were just sitting here. Like we're supposed to." Nancy answered for Steve, who was taking a suspicious amount of time to reply.
"The wind must've blew it." Robin added.
"It just... closed, Sir." Steve reluctantly agreed.
Principal Higgins eyed Eddie anyway and pointed a thick sausage finger. "This looks like the mindless sort of crap you'd find amusing, Munson."
"I think a screw fell out of it. I heard something that sounded like a screw falling out." Eddie tried to persuade.
"Yeah, right. Give me the screw."
"I don't have it."
"Am I going to have to turn you upside down and shake you?"
"I don't have it, Sir. Screws fall out all the time. The world is an imperfect place."
"Give it to me, Munson."
He smiled suggestively. "Where do you want it?"
"With all due respect, Principal Higgins," you interrupted before he made things worse for himself. "Why would somebody steal a screw?"
Eddie looked at you in surprise, but you made it clear to him that you didn't do it because you liked him. Higgins walked back to the door.
"How do your parents put up with you, Munson?"
"They gave up on me a long time ago, Sir." He said it with such sincerity that your heart actually ached for him.
Higgins opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. He realised how pointless it was to go after him. Instead, he went to the door, trying his luck at opening it and hoping it stayed that way. It didn't. He tried again, this time grabbing a chair to hold it open.
"That won't work. The door is way too heavy."
Higgins ignored Eddie. He pushed the chair against the door and let go. It threw the chair across the room, and the door slammed with an echoing bang. There were a few gasps of surprise and snorts of laughter.
Higgins fumed, eyeing the room for a solution. "Harrington, get up."
Steve unwillingly got up from his seat as the Principal directed him to grab one end of a bookcase.
"How come he gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up. It'll be anarchy!"
You elbowed Eddie's side to shut him up. He wasn't making this better for himself, which would no doubt end up with all of you getting punished. The two of them heaved together, and Steve actually ended up doing most of the work. The odd book fell to the floor, nearly tripping them up as they hefted it along slowly. They struggled for a few more minutes to slide the bookcase over to the door. Only when they finally got it in place did Eddie open his mouth again.
"That's very clever, Sir. But what if there's a fire?"
Higgins hadn't thought of that, but he didn't let it show.
"I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children is unwise at this juncture in your career, Sir." Robin chimed in and then sunk back in her seat under the Principal's stare.
Higgins turned back to Steve. "Alright, what are you doing with this? Get this outta here, for God's sake! What's the matter with you? Come on!"
Steve wanted to kill Eddie for opening his big mouth and then Robin for supporting him. The two of them struggled again to move it back to its original place. Once done, Steve sat back down with bated breaths.
Principal Higgins started towards Eddie, sweat dripping from his forehead, despite barely lifting a finger. "You're not fooling anybody, Munson. The next screw that falls out will be you."
Eddie muttered under his breath. "Eat my shorts."
"What was that?" Higgins barked.
"Eat. My. Shorts."
"You've just bought yourself another detention, Mister."
"Ugh, I'm crushed." Eddie faked a wince.
"You just bought yourself another."
"Well, I'm free the Saturday after that."
"Another."
"Hmm, beyond that, I'm gonna have to check my calendar."
"Another."
You looked at Eddie fearfully. He was getting absolutely slaughtered by Principal Higgins. Although, no matter how much you dislike him, you couldn't help but be moved by his defiance.
"Cut it out." You whispered to him.
He ignored your plea, keeping up his front. He wasn't going to let this scumbag of a Principal break him. Not in front of the others, and, for reasons Eddie didn't quite understand yet, certainly not in front of you. He dared Higgins to give him another.
"Okay, Munson, your ass is mine for the next two months."
"I'm thrilled."
"You sure would like everybody to think that, wouldn't you? Maybe if you spent more time trying to do something with yourself and less time trying to impress people, you might be better off." Higgins brought his attention back to everyone else. "I'm not gonna put up with any more crap from any of you. Next time I have to come in here, I'll be coming to crack skulls."
He set his threat with a hard, angry glare and finally left the room.
The silence set in once again.
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#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson smut#eddie stranger things#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson series#mini series#cheerleader!reader#eddie munson x cheerleader!reader#stranger things#steve harrington#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#the breakfast club#the breakfast club mini series#the breakfast club fanfic#stranger things x the breakfast club#enemies to lovers
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Desperately need fic about the Fruity Four, Upside Down edition: aka Barb Holland, Chrissy Cunningham, Fred Benson, and Patrick McKinney.
#stranger things#barbara holland#chrissy cunningham#fred benson#patrick mckinney#barb × chrissy#fred x patrick#let them form the undead breakfast club and claw their way out of (hell) the Upside Down together
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the good girl who’s not as perfect as she pretends. and the bad boy who’s not as terrible as he wants people to think
#they are everything to me#stranger things#eddie x chrissy#chrissy x eddie#the breakfast club#that 70's show#jackie x hyde#Claire x bender
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Hi yes hello may I request some fluffy Gareth please.I feel like Gareth cuddles
Breakfast club
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Gareth Emerson x GN!Reader
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: late Saturday nights are usually filled with a movie rented from family video and cuddles.
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: nothing but plain fluff and sorta rushed writing so it’s a bit short and might have a few errors.
𝗣𝗢𝗩: first person- Y/n
“What would I do for a million bucks? I guess I’d do as little as I had to”
“That’s boring.”
“Well how was I supposed to answer?”
“The idea is to, like, search your mind for the absolute limit. Like, would you drive to school naked?”
Soft snores are heard from my chest. Gareth, had passed out asleep about 40 or so minutes into the movie, him being the one to pick out this movie too.
He was going in between this movie which is called ‘the breakfast club’ and ‘nightmare on Elm street’ which we had watched nightmare on Elm street and rented it out about 4 times now. So I talked him into changing it up for once and picking something that came out last year.
Thankfully his birthday is coming up soon so I have already bought him a VHS of his own of nightmare on Elm street so he no longer has to spend money on renting it out each time he feels like watching it.
Which brings us here, watching something else for a change and he is passed out on top of me with a blanket covering the both of us as sat in his living room on the couch.
But I wouldn’t do a thing to change it.
His lips are slightly parted and eye lids closed with his eye lashes directed downwards, touching the top of his cheek.
He never believes me whenever I tell him now pretty he looks, if it’s sleeping or being focused on something or something else, he never tends to believe me with it.
But here he is, looking beautiful as ever.
Saturdays are definitely the best days, cause they usually end with him in my arms, what gets better than that?
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𝗔/𝗻: hi! Thank you for your request! I hope this wasn’t too bad, I wrote this in a short time period cause you’re girl has been busy asf. So it was just something simple and quick I placed together ♥︎
#stranger things#hellfire club#stranger things imagine#gwydion#gareth#gareth stranger things#gareth emerson x reader#gareth emerson#gareth x reader#gwydion lashlee walton#this man is perfect#breakfast club#80s style#aesthetic
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These two r seriously just ronance in a different font.
#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#ronance#stranger things#nancy wheeler x robin buckley#the breakfast club
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Convenient Definitions - PREVIEW
Eddie Munson x Reader
A/N: This fic is inspired by The Breakfast Club! I was watching it and got inspired to write this story. And I’m aware that The Breakfast Club takes place in 1976 but the movie was released in 1985 so it kinda fits. This is a small clip of the story so far so let me know if I should continue! SPOILERS FOR THE BREAKFAST CLUB!!
Characters: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) and Mr. Vernon (The Breakfast Club)
Warnings: John Bender!Eddie Munson (is that a thing? I’m making it a thing), grammar mistakes, this a rough draft so be nice!
Summary: Having detention on a Saturday wasn't your idea of a fun weekend. Even more when Eddie "The Freak" Munson practically lived there. But you're determined to make the most of it…
This can't be happening.
Detention? On a Saturday? Glaring up at the school, you groaned and cursed to yourself as you marched up to the doors of Hawkins High. The cold air rushed around you and you hurried quickly into the building to escape it. Glancing down at the hallway, you took notice of the dark locked classrooms as you made your way to the library. The library was where detention was held, being told to report there at 6 am when you received your detention notice. Of course, you've been to the library lots of times but never like this. Hell, it wasn't even technically your fault you had detention. It's not your fault Mrs. Perkins' class was on the other side of the school. You practically had to run a marathon just to make it before the bell and the one time you were a few seconds late, landed your butt in the principal's office.
Your parents weren't too happy about you having detention but since this was the first time, they weren't too harsh with grounding you.
Entering the library, you were surprised to see that you were the first student to arrive. You made a quick sweep of the place before looking into the office to see that Mr. Vernon was indeed here. Detention was held by Mr. Vernon, an older man who hated every student, including the nerds who did well in his class. You couldn't get on his good side because he simply didn't have one. You groaned at the mere thought of his bad attitude and simply grabbed a seat, ready to spend the day in that chair. As soon as you sat down, the door flew open, causing you to look up at the sudden disturbance: Eddie Munson.
Eddie looked just as happy as you were and it didn't take long for him to find a seat at one of the other tables. Propping his feet up in the other seat, he made himself comfortable as if he had done this a thousand times. Mr. Vernon walked in, the angry scowl permanently fixed on his face as he eyed both of you. Mr. Vernon stood in the center of the room, making himself seem bigger as he prepared to bark rules at the two of you. “It is now 7:06,” taking a glance at his watch. “You have exactly eight hours and 54 minutes to think about why you’re here. Ponder the error of your ways. You may not talk. You will not move from these seats. And you-” Mr. Vernon paused, snatching the chair that Eddie was using to rest his feet, Eddie glaring at him in response.
“Will not sleep. Is that clear, Mr. Munson?”
“Crystal.”
“Good. Maybe you’ll learn a little something about yourself. My office is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Any questions?” There was a moment of silence when both didn’t speak up. Eight hours? Sitting here in this dusty library with nothing to do? You knew that it was detention and it was supposed to be a punishment but were they really expecting you to just sit here? You sighed and slumped down into your seat as Mr. Vernon left, leaving you and Eddie to your punishment. “That man,” Eddie spoke up. “Is a brownie hound.” Silence fell through the library and you really, really started to hate this punishment. You decided right there that this wasn’t worth it. After all, who willingly spends their free time like this? You glanced up and took a peak at Eddie who had propped his feet on the table when Mr. Vernon took his chair. You never really spoke to him, people said he was dangerous. Hell, this was the first time you actually got a good look at him.
“I can feel you looking at me, you know?” Eddie announced and you quickly averted your gaze, embarrassed with yourself. “Sorry.” You spoke softly as Eddie turned in his seat to face you. Eddie looked you up and down as if he was studying you. You fidgeted in your seat under his gaze and looked anywhere else besides him.
“So…what are you in for?” Eddie asked, however you refused to give into his antics. Talking wasn’t allowed and you weren’t exactly liking the idea of Mr. Vernon coming back in to give you another detention notice. Eddie noticed your lack of response but that didn’t stop him. In fact, it only egged him on and he quickly tapped his fingers on the desk before jumping up from his seat. “What are you doing? Sit down!” You hissed as Eddie peered out of the door, possibly looking to see if Mr. Vernon was still there. Once he got confirmation that he was gone, he closed the door before spinning on his heels to look at you. He smiled, pleased with the situation. You on the other hand couldn’t understand. Why was he so casual about having detention? Why did so many people think he was dangerous?
“Do you normally spend your Saturday like this?” You sighed, giving into the invitation of conversation. Rumor had it that Eddie Munson practically lived in the library on Saturdays, getting caught numerous times smoking, causing chaos in the lunchroom or the rare moments he decided to mess with the jocks. Of course, the jocks didn’t get in trouble for messing with Eddie which you thought was unfair. Eddie shrugged, a smirk plastered on his face. “It’s no biggie,” Eddie smiled. “Gives me time to think of new campaigns.” You nodded, not really understanding what Eddie meant by that but didn’t press anymore. You had a feeling Eddie didn’t like talking about himself.
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“I mean,” Eddie jumped on the table, leaning so close you could smell his cologne. He looked you dead in the eyes, almost like he was trying to pry a confession out of you.
“Why are you here?”
AN: And that's it! This is a slight teaser of the full story! Pretty much a rough draft. I'm sorry I've been gone so long, so much has happened in my life and it got carried away. I'm trying to rebuild my tumblr the best I can rn so I'm gonna start posting again!
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#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#the breakfast club#john bender#st4#eddie x reader#stranger things s4#stranger things fic
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#hellcheer#stranger things#the breakfast club#grease#eddie munson#chrissy x eddie#chrissy cunningham
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Eddie Munson as John Bender, Stevie Harrington as Claire Standish
The last chapter. I'm honestly super sad it's over. I was so nervous to publish a trans focused fic, and so glad I did. I loved writing it.
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Eddie murmured against her lips. "Did I earn a peek at those panties, princess?"
Stevie threw her head back and laughed. "So you did pay attention to the movie!" The crowd was moving around them, resuming the party after the performance, but Stevie didn't care about any of that anymore. Eddie's warm body was pressed against hers. She gripped his hips and tugged him in closer.
"You could say I tuned in for that part." Eddie's hands had settled along her neck. The hold was light, his thumbs rubbing small circles against her collarbones. "Were you thinking of repeating any antics from last Halloween?"
"Mmm that's right. I wasn't wearing the panties last year. That was all you gorgeous." Stevie looked around, for show. "You think there's a bathroom somewhere close?"
#ao3 fanfic#eddiemunson#eddie munson#steddie#smut#steve x eddie#stranger things#stevie harrington#transfem#transfem steve harrington#trans steve harrington#doodles#i write things#queer fanfiction#the breakfast club
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Don't You (Forget About Me)
Author: herbsaint_saz
Rating/Warning: Explicit
Chapter Count: 1/1
Description:
He tries to think of some kind of way to distract O'Donnell to get out again, maybe get Chrissy to walk her to the nurse's office or something...
In his desperate planning, Eddie doesn't even realize he's sitting between Chrissy's legs until his head brushes her knee.
Holy shit.
Chrissy's white panties.
Right there, up the slit in her skirt, are Chrissy Cunningham's virginal white panties, beaming at Eddie like a beacon of light.
Or: Eddie Munson finds himself hiding under Chrissy Cunningham's desk during detention. It's not as bad as he thought.
Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, The Breakfast Club inspired, detention, Mutual crushes, smut, Eddie POV, one-shot, status: completed
#Alternate Universe- no vecna#The Breakfast Club inspired#detention#Mutual crushes#smut#Eddie POV#one-shot#status: completed#eddsy#eddissy#eddie x chrissy#eddie munson#eddie and chrissy#chreddie#chrissy deserved better#chrissy cunningham#munningham#hellcheer#hellcheer fanfic#stranger things
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The Breakfast Club - Eddie Munson X F!Cheerleader!Reader
Part Three - Hallway Vision
Chapter Summary - During an adventure through the maze of school hallways, we see the Criminal become the hero, and the King become the villain. (A retelling of The Breakfast Club, written and directed by John Hughes.)
Chapter Warnings - Characters are all 18+ / Strong Language / Illusions to Emotional Abuse/ Abusive Relationship / Vandalism / Strong Sexual References / Drug References / Angst
Word Count - 5k
(Series Masterlist) (Masterlist)
(Part One) (Part Two)
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Saturday.
October 25th, 1986.
Hawkins High Library.
1:00pm
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"Let's take off. Dick's gone cruising." Eddie poked his head back into the library.
"Is that a euphemism?"
"No, Buckley. It means Higgins has just left his office."
You looked at the others as if this was an easy yes; you wanted to leave this library. Steve and Nancy didn't look too fond of the idea. Robin was torn between not wanting to leave, and not wanting to be the only one left behind.
"How do you know where he went?" Nancy asked, as if his answer would determine hers.
"I don't. But he's gone. He wouldn't've come to check on us first if he wasn't going somewhere for a while. Jesus, I've never seen so much chicken shit in one place in my life."
She didn't find that answer very reassuring, but if Nancy was anything, it certainly wasn't chicken shit.
Robin looks at her, then back at Eddie. "I'll go out in the hall for a minute, but I don't wanna leave." As if that was proof enough that she wasn't chicken shit.
You really wanted to get out of that library. It had felt a lot bigger when you had first got there, but now, five hours later, it was starting to get suffocating. You didn't want to see another book for the rest of your life.
"Do you mean take off for good?" You asked hopefully.
Eddie shook his head. "For good? No, just down to my locker."
"Okay." You agreed simply, taking your place beside him.
He smiled at you. "Being bad feels pretty god, huh?"
You rolled your eyes at him and gave him a playful shove. The others looked like they were starting to consider it. Eddie's locker wasn't that far away. They would be gone for five minutes tops. If things went well, that was.
"What's the point of going to a locker?" Steve questioned.
"Why don't we just stand in the hall for a minute? That'd be fun, huh? If we get away with it." Robin attempted to persuade.
You and Eddie ignored them, taking the chance to slip out the door. The longer you all spent debating it, the less time you would have to get back.
Steve, Robin, and Nancy looked at each other.
"I'm not chicken." Nancy disclosed boldly, shifting on her feet and crossing her arms.
"I am." Robin gulped. At least she was honest.
"You two gonna stay?" Nancy flicked her eyes between the two of them.
"Not if you don't." Steve leaned against the door frame, like his answer showed her some sort of compassion, that he was thinking of her.
"What do I have to do with making up your mind?"
Steve gulped. Not the reaction he was hoping. He cleared his throat and accepted defeat. "I don't know. I guess if you're not scared, I shouldn't be... not that I am. I'm not scared. Not of Principal Higgins."
Nancy stared at him like she didn't believe him, then left before he could dig the hole any deeper for himself. Steve was crushed as he watched Nancy walk away. He felt like he had just blown a chance at impressing Nancy. His shoulders slumped, and Robin patted him on the back.
"Maybe you should think for yourself for once. It's healthy."
She hadn't said it in a bad way, but it had still injured his dignity. He brushed her hand off him and left without a word. Robin turned to the empty library. She debated sitting back down, but she had visions of Higgins storming through the doors and hounding her with questions. At least if she got caught in the halls, she'd have the others with her. She quickly followed after Steve.
Nancy and Steve caught up with you and Eddie, with Robin running behind, trying to catch up. You all hurried up the steps as quietly as possible. You made it to the teacher's lounge and paused, hearing noise coming from inside.
"For cryin' out loud!" Principal Higgins hit the vending machine. His soda can was stuck inside.
You and Eddie ran across the open doorway while he was distracted. You tried not to think about the way Eddie had grabbed your hand to pull you along. Higgins rattled the coin return and started banging on the buttons. Steve and Nancy went next, taking a big lunge across and landing on their feet silently. Higgins let out a defeated sigh and started rummaging his pockets for more change. Finally, Robin made it across, just in time before the Principal turned around after having no luck. Eddie turned to make sure that everyone had made it across. He hadn't realised that he was still holding your hand until you wiggled it out of his grip. Your face flushed, and you awkwardly wiped your hand on your skirt, suddenly feeling the perspiration on your palm. You took a step away from each other at the same time. Eddie cleared his throat, and the others eyed him, wondering why his demeanour had suddenly changed.
They all turned when they saw his eyes staring behind them, paralysed in panic. Principal Higgins had walked out of the teacher's lounge.
Everyone froze.
The Principal paused, looked down at his watch, turned the other way, and walked down the hall. Everyone released a breath when he was out of sight. Eddie led you down another hall until you reached his locker.
His locker was so ugly it hurt your eyes. The white paint on his locker was non-existent. It was a horrific amalgamation of stickers from bands you've never heard of, spray paint graffiti, and lettering scratched into the metal with handwriting so bad you couldn't even read it. When he opened it, the inside wasn't much better. The stickers and writing wrapped around the inside of the locker door. It was a stunning mess of clothes, bags, papers, books, cassette tapes, and auto parts. You'd hate to see what his bedroom looked like.
Not that you were thinking of being in his bedroom.
Eddie started fishing through his locker. Nancy was revolted by it.
"You're such a slob. Your maid take the week off or something?"
"This is on purpose, Princess. Don't worry." Nobody believed him. "It discourages nosey people from going in it. Like cops."
Eddie smiled when he located what he was looking for. He pulled out a greasy, stained shopping bag. Out of the shopping bag, he took a smaller brown paper bag, and out of that, an even smaller paper bag. Then, with great drama and a huge, proud smile, he reached his hand into the final bag.
"You ready for this action?"
He slowly took out a baggie bulging with marijuana. Your mouth hung open in shock. Nancy looked at it like it was infectious.
"No way, man. Put it back." Steve insisted, making a reach for it.
Eddie stuffed the baggie down the from of his pants with a smirk. Steve pulled a disgusted face; there was no way he was going to take it from him now.
"Let's go."
You all turned and quietly crept back down the hall. You were about to turn the corner when Eddie stopped you. Professor Higgins was standing outside of the teacher's lounge again, holding two cans of Coca Cola after finding some spare change in his office draw. He was only five yards away. You all scooted backwards to hide behind the corner. You bravely peeked a head around. Higgins turned and made his way down the hall. He was on his way back to the library. You told the others.
"We're screwed!" Robin cried
"You asshole!" Steve seethed. "I knew this was a lost idea!"
Nancy shook her head in disbelief. "We're finished. This is just great."
You had a bit more optimism than that. You turned to Eddie. He got himself out of shit all the time. What's one more? You had faith in him, and he had felt it in how you spoke your words. "What're we gonna do?"
Eddie thought hard. Higgins' leisurely footsteps echoed down the hall, each one diminishing your chances of getting back to the library undetected.
"We'll go around, cut through the lab, and double back. C'mon."
Eddie urged everyone to start running. You all swerved around corners and scrambled downstairs, sacrificing volume for speed. You narrowly escaped Higgins' sight when you turned and corner and seen he was walking head on towards you all. He was too busy sipping on his Cola to notice the group of students at the end of the hall. At least he had decided to take the scenic route back to the library. He was unintentionally buying you all some time. You all ran in the opposite direction again.
"Cut through the cafeteria." Eddie directed, starting to run down the hall to the right.
"The gym will be faster." Steve countered.
"What? No, you don't know what you're talking about."
"No, you don't know what you're talking about. I'm through listening to you. You'll just end up getting us into more trouble. We're going this way." Steve had managed to persuade the others into following him.
Eddie hardly spent time in school, and he certainly never used the gym. He couldn't remember if it was quicker or not. He didn't like not being in control. He felt like he was running off a cliff head first with a blindfold on. He watched as the others followed Steve down the hall to the left. It was just you and him left. You stared at him fearfully, listening to Principal Higgins' footsteps grow closer. You started backwards slowly, encouraging Eddie to follow. He did with a scoff of annoyance. The two of you quickly caught up with the others, falling behind while Steve led the way. After a couple of twists and turns and another almost run in with the Principal, you reached the gym doors. Steve pulled on the handles.
They were locked.
Sheer panic set in.
"Great idea, shitbag." Eddie spat at Steve.
"Fuck you." He tried the doors again to double check that they were locked.
They were. He kicked them bitterly.
"Fuck you, why didn't you listen to Eddie?" You defended.
You crashed back on some lockers and folded your arms in frustration.
"We're dead." Robin whimpered.
Eddie looked at you. You had probably given him more credit that what he was worth before when you had asked him for help, but now, as you stared back, he wanted to prove himself to you. You seeing the clogs working in his brain and the change in his eyes.
He didn't take his eyes off you. "No, just me." He said heroically.
"What do you mean?" Steve's voice finally drew his eyes away from you.
"I'm gonna take the rap." He pulls his baggie of marijuana out and shoves it down Steve's pants. "Keep your unit out of it."
The girls giggled. Steve was horrified that a group of girls were laughing about his genitals.
"I mean, what if the bag broke and the dope seeped into his thing and it got high?" Robin laughed.
"Can you imagine this airhead running around with his little weenie stoned?" You cracked up.
"Little?" Steve looked wounded. "It's not that funny."
The girls just cracked up more. Eddie smirked.
"I don't want this, Eddie!" Steve begged.
"C'mon King Steve, I'm gonna save your buns! It's your fault we're in this mess, the least you could do is hold on to that until Dick leaves."
The girls were still laughing. You meet Eddie's eye and he starts laughing too.
Steve turned back to the group of girls snickering behind him. "Excuse me, but I don't want to do this. Eddie's making me, so I'd appreciate it if you guys would stop with the jokes. Okay?"
Eddie turned and started running back down the hall. "Just get back to the library!"
There was a pause as the girls calmed down. No use in trying to be sneaky when you can't stop laughing.
"Eddie, wait." He paused, eyebrows raised in interest at your voice. "Be careful."
Eddie beamed and shot you a wink before sprinting down the hall.
"That stuff couldn't really happen, right?" Steve's voice quivered with concern for his unit.
With a roll of your eyes, you urged the group to start towards the library. You lead the way, taking Eddie's route through the cafeteria. As you ran through the halls, you could hear his loud singing, but he was too distant for you to understand any of the words. If you could hear him from all the way over here, Principal Higgins would most definitely already be on his way to catch him.
You managed to get them all back to the library safely. Everyone was huffing for breath, and Steve kept adjusting his pants. Everyone took their seats, except for Nancy, who was peering out of the doors to keep an eye out for Higgins or Eddie.
Nancy gasped. "Higgins' got him! He's gonna get reamed."
Steve recoiled at the name. "I do not want these drugs in my underwear anymore."
"Shhh!"
Nancy rushed from the door to her desk. No sooner was she seated than the door opened up, and Principal Higgins shoved Eddie in. He was red-faced from running around, and he had managed to tie his hair back into a low bun that you thought suited him. His red paid shirt was half hanging off, and he was carrying one shoe in his hand, but he still had a big shit-eating grin on his face. You wondered what on earth had happened. He made his way towards his seat next to you, hopping on one leg as he tried to walk and put his shoe back on at the same time.
Higgins crossed his arms impatiently. "Mr. Munson has taken it upon himself to visit the gymnasium. So, I'm sorry to inform you that you'll be losing his company for the remainder of the day."
Eddie chuckled to himself as he sat back in his seat next to you.
"Everything's a joke, huh, Munson? The false alarm you pulled on Friday? Are false fire alarms real funny? What if your home was on fire and the fire department was over here answering a false alarm?"
"I'm not that lucky, Sir."
Everyone suppressed the urge to laugh at Eddie's wisecrack.
"Fine, what if it was your dope on fire?"
"That's impossible, Sir. It's in Harrington's underwear."
Everyone cracks up again. Steve turned red, adjusting himself in his jeans not-so subtly.
The Principal turned his attention on everyone else. "You like this? You think Munson's funny? Do you think he's cute?"
He got no reaction from anyone. Eddie glared at Higgins as he made his little speech, trying to hide his embarrassment at the fact that the Principal had managed to one-up him.
"I bet Y/N thinks I'm cute." He mumbled under his breath. Eddie had spoken your actual name for the first time. It sounded like honey running off his lips. Your eyes widened, but you pretended not to hear.
Higgins continued. "Go visit Big Eddie Munson in five years and see how goddamn funny he is." He smiled and leaned in close to Eddie. "You look like you're gonna cry, Munson."
Eddie was struggling to keep himself from striking Principal Higgins across his smug fucking face. How dare he humiliate him in front of everyone. How dare he humiliate him in front of you.
"You're not tough, Munson. You're pathetic." He reached out and grabbed Eddie by the front. "Let's go."
Eddie smacked his hand away. "Get your fucking hands off me! I'd expect better manners from you, Dick."
Eddie shuffled around the table, planting a big kiss on your cheek as he left. You almost gasped in surprise. As he walked away, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. Why he was carrying sunglasses in October, you had no idea. You had learned it was probably better not to question him. He lay them on the desk in front of Steve.
"For better hallway vision." He sniped.
Principal Higgins walked out, holding the door open for Eddie as he shuffled languidly behind him. He turned his head and looked at the others.
He held up a peace sign in farewell. "It's been a slice, ladies."
The door closed behind them.
The room was silent once more.
You reached a hand to your cheek where Eddie had kissed you. The skin was tingling under your touch. You couldn't help but smile at the memory of his surprisingly soft lips. Billy flashed through your mind again. Your heart dropped into your gut. How could you have let Eddie have that effect on you when Billy was waiting for you at home? The thought had your body tingling again. But not the good kind.
Everyone awkwardly glanced at each other. You realised now that somehow Eddie had been the glue that was holding you all together. You had all bonded over your inadequacy to tolerate Eddie that, now he wasn't here, you had absolutely nothing in common. You were unable to prevent the disappointment swarming in your chest.
"Principal Higgins is a total meat head." You broke the silence and everyone turned to you.
They all had the same sort of sorrow in their eyes. The girls agreed with you, but Steve shook his head like he didn't have any regrets.
"The freak asked for it."
The insult upset you more than it probably would have upset Eddie. "Hey! It isn't fair that Eddie gets treated like that. We all left. He saved our asses."
"Oh, get a life, Y/N."
You thought Steve was starting to come around to you after your talk on the way to the teachers lounge. You guessed not. "He sacrificed himself so we could get back here. I didn't see you volunteering."
You had wounded Steve's dignity. "I didn't want to leave in the first place. He got us into it, it's only right that he take the shit for getting us out of it." He bit back.
"You weren't forced to go!"
"Munson is a troublemaker."
"Yeah? So what does that make you?"
"Meaning what?"
"Wimp."
CCRRAASSHH!!!
Everyone turned in the direction of one of the seclusion rooms. There is a gaping hole in the ceiling where the tiles had crashed through, and Eddie splayed, stunned, on his back on the table. After catching his breath, he sat up and shook the dry plaster out of his hair. He sauntered out into the main library like nothing had happened.
"Miss me?"
"How did you do that?" You bewildered.
"Smoke and mirrors." He winked, taking his rightful seat beside you.
"Goddammit!" Footsteps came hurtling towards the library doors.
"Shit!" Eddie ducked underneath the table.
His tall, lanky body hardly fit underneath. He shuffled upwards until his upper half was tucked between your legs. You cringed, trying so desperately to close your legs so Eddie didn't look straight up your skirt, but your legs were trapped on either side of his shoulders.
Principal Higgins stood at the door, red-faced and puffing. "What was that ruckus?"
"What ruckus?" You played dumb, jumping in before Steve could open his mouth and rat on Eddie.
Higgins eyed them all up. You all sat like little angles, up straight and arms folded innocently in front of you.
"Could you describe it, Sir?" Robin asked.
"Watch your tongue, Missy."
Eddie shifted in discomfort, adjusting himself so his back didn't ache as much. He eyed your white keds. Only a slight discolouration in the laces and few specs of mud from when you had crossed the school field, but otherwise clean. He moved back slightly so he didn't get any dirt on himself. He followed his eyes up your white socks, tracing the green trim at the top of your knee. He was glad to be under the table when he flushed at the sight of your bare skin. The soft flesh of your thighs enticing him to follow higher.
There was a sudden knock from under the table from Eddie accidentally banging his head. You jolted in surprise, hitting your hands on the table to disguise the sound. The others copied, tapping their own little beats.
"What was that noise?"
"What noise?"
Eddie hoped that the sight he saw would never leave his mind. It was enough to send anyone into a cardiac arrest. His mouth hung open as he ogled straight up your skirt. You hadn't worn your spandex briefs since you weren't actually doing any cheerleading, and instead had opted for a pair of baby blue cotton panties. Eddie's mouth was watering at the excruciatingly tender bulge. In his entire life, Eddie would not be able to duplicate the raw power of this moment. Eddie's eyes were locked in a stare, hand trembling and eager to touch.
"Really, Sir, there wasn't any noise, just ---"
You shot up straight with a gasp, hands reaching underneath the table and into Eddie's hair. You could feel it tickling the skin of your thigh as his head moved further between your legs. The others looked at you with alarm. You pulled gently on his hair to urge him to stop, but couldn't find yourself putting in any effort to resist him. Your hand stayed weaved into his curled as he continued to delve in deeper. Your legs had started trembling when you felt his lips graze your inner thighs before placing a soft kiss there. Your mouth hung open in shock before you came to your senses. You quickly covered your gasp with a cough.
The others joined in and you couldn't be more grateful. The four of you sat in a coughing fit with Higgins eyeing you all suspiciously.
"What that the noise? The noise I just made. Was that it?" You thought fast.
Eddie's nose prodded at your mound. You suppressed another gasp and slammed your thighs closed around his head to stop him from moving any further. Eddie snapped out of his trance at the sudden pain on either side of his head. He slapped your leg to tap out, and you relaxed your thighs. He moved away from you, rubbing his ringing ears. When you felt him leave, you gave him a deserved kick to the arm. He hissed in pain, but Higgins hadn't heard it.
The Principal scowled. "I didn't catch you this time, but you can bet I will." He pointed a finger at you. "You!"
You tensed.
"I will not be made a fool of."
And with those final words, he stormed from the library.
Everybody held their angelic expressions for a couple beats and then, assured that Higgins was out of earshot, Steve, Nancy, and Robin break into laughter. You shoved your seat back and kicked your legs at Eddie as he scrambled out from under the front of the table.
"You're such an asshole."
Eddie tried to keep as serious as he could, but struggled to contain his laughter at your anger. "What?" He asked innocently.
"You know what."
"It was dark under there, it was an accident."
The others seemed to take interest in your spat. They wondered what had Eddie laughing and felt inclined to join in.
"What?" Steve asked.
"None of your business." You slumped back into your chair and crossed your arms, angry and embarrassed.
Eddie saw your wet eyes and soft pouting lips. He started to feel bad. He hadn't meant to upset you.
"I couldn't help it, okay? I'm sorry."
You refused to look at him. He placed a gentle hand under your chin and guided your eyes to meet. His voice was much softer. "I'm sorry."
You hadn't said it out loud, but Eddie could see the forgiveness in your eyes. You relaxed under his touch, feeling the truth in his words. He smiled tenderly.
"What did you do?" Steve asked again, still hoping for a laugh.
Eddie had clearly embarrassed you somehow. Steve thought it was only fair to get a few jokes out on you after you and the other girls had made fun at him in the hallway.
"Shut up." Eddie snapped, and the moment was over.
He held out a hand to Steve who just looked at it in confusion. He reached like he was going to shake Eddie's hand but he slapped it away just before they clasped hands. Eddie looked at him like he was as thick as pig shit.
"You smoke all my reefer or something? The dope, waistoid. Give it to me."
Steve's eyes lit up at the disclosure, wondering how he had managed to forget. He reached into his pants and tossed the baggie to Eddie, murmuring a 'good riddance' to it under his breath. Eddie sat back next to you and opened the bag on the table. You stared at it in curiosity.
You had never smoked weed before. You had never smoked period. But Billy did. He always tried to force you to smoke it with him, but you refused. It wasn't that you hadn't wanted to do it, it was because Billy wanted you to. It was kind of like when your parents ask you to do something and it immediately puts you off wanting to do it. He'd call you a killjoy, or Miss Priss, which always got under your skin. But what made it worse was that Billy always got horny when he was high. He struggled to contain himself around you, even when you told him no. Luckily, he had never done anything, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he would.
You knew Eddie wouldn't be like that though. You had never seen him stoned, but there was something about him that told you smoking with Eddie would be okay. He wouldn't pressure you into trying it if you didn't want to, and if you did, that was okay too. Eddie sold weed to people all the time, heavy hitters and noobs alike. He had taught plenty of people how to smoke before. You could try it for yourself, without Billy's untoward provocation.
He patted his pockets then looks troubled. "Do you have any papers." He asked no one in particular.
Then with a shake of his head, he answered his own question. "Why would you dinks have papers?"
"You're not smoking in here." Nancy looked fearful.
"Yeah? Watch me."
"If you want to smoke, go back to where you were before. Before you fell through the fucking ceiling." Steve ordered on Nancy's behalf.
Eddie reached over and pretended to click a switch to turn Steve off.
"What can I use for papers?"
"A book?" You suggested.
"What about the smell?" Nancy quizzed.
Eddie regarded her off-handedly. "Take your shoes off, that'll mask the smell."
Nancy's mouth hung open in offence, She knew her feet didn't smell so the insult hadn't wounded her pride too much. But it was still embarrassing none the less. Especially in front of Steve.
Eddie ignored her and turned to you. "Book pages are too thick."
"How about dictionary pages? That paper's real thin."
Eddie looked at you impressed, eyebrows raised and a slight twitch in the corner of his mouth. The look of pride made your stomach flip. You took a great deal of pleasure at his silent praise. He walked over to the dictionary stand.
"You can't tear up a dictionary." Robin protested. "What if somebody needs a word and you smoked it?"
Eddie ignored her, opened a dictionary and ripped out a random page. He couldn't care less if he had caused someone a minor inconvenience. There was more than one dictionary in the world.
He pointed at Nancy. "Hey Princess, watch that door. This is a police matter if we get caught."
Nancy tensed. She didn't like that idea very much. She swallowed hard. Eddie walked to the back of the library where the comfy chairs were and plonked himself down on one of the bean bags, making himself right at home.
You got up to follow. Steve looked at you completely pissed off at you for encouraging Eddie's behaviour.
"Loosen up." You scoffed.
"I'm not getting my paper written." Nancy sighed to herself.
"You know," you continued, "he's not all that bad. I'm kind of getting used to him."
"You're just bored."
"Why are you acting like this towards me, Steve?" You'd had enough of the way he was talking to you. "I thought we were fine after I apologised."
It was like when you were alone together you were fine, but in front of the others he hated your guts. You thought he had some nerve calling Eddie out at lunch for trying to keep up with his image. He was being such a hypocrite right now.
He scoffed. "It was hardly an apology."
"It was hardly an apology because I had nothing to be sorry for. I told you already what Billy did wasn't my fault."
"I know!" His voice softened. "I know."
Nancy gave him a gentle look, as if urging him to apologise. He sighed in defeat, tracing a finger along the split in his lip. Suddenly it didn't hurt as much anymore. Like holding this grudge over you was a constant reminder of the pain Billy had given him. He knew apologising was the right thing to do. He opened his mouth, but his time was up.
You shook your head in disappointment. You didn't know what you were expecting from him. Perhaps Steve wasn't as nice as you once thought. It was crazy how things had turned out. In the beginning, you thought for sure that this experience would have given you a chance to make amends with Steve, maybe even become friends of some sort. Turned out that you grew apart from Steve and found yourself feeling closer to Eddie. A notion you had never entertained in all your years at Hawkins High.
You walked away before Steve could say another word to you.
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is it really that hard?
just read...
SHOWS;
shameless ;
ian gallagher, fiona gallagher, lip gallagher, mickey milkovich, kevin ball, v fisher, carl gallagher, and frank gallagher
nsfw available for all [ s5 + for ian, lip, and mickey, s11 for carl]
stranger things ;
jim hopper, steve harrington, eddie munson, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, billy hargrove, mike wheeler, will byers, dustin henderson, lucas sinclair, max mayfield, and el hopper
nsfw available for all except mike, will, dustin, lucas, max, and el
the umbrella academy ;
diego hargreeves, allison hargreeves, klaus hargreeves, five hargreeves, ben hargreeves, and viktor hargreeves
nsfw available for all except five
the last of us ;
joel miller [ROMANTIC] ellie williams [PLATONIC]
nsfw available for joel
black butler ;
sebastian micheals, finny, bard, mei-rin, grell sutcliff, william t. spears, undertaker, and claude faustus
nsfw available for all
inside job ;
reagan ridley, brett hand, ron staedtler, and andre lee
nsfw available for all
kobra kai ;
daniel larusso, johnny lawrence, hawk moskowitz, robby keene, miguel diaz, and demetri alexopoulos
nsfw available for daniel and johnny
supernatural ;
sam winchester, dean winchester, castiel novak, lucifer, crowley, and john winchester
nsfw available for all
lucifer [netflix] ;
lucifer morningstar
nsfw available
demon slayer ;
kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui, obanai igura, sanemi shinazugawa, mitsuri kanroji, shinobu koxho, giyu tomioka, gyomei himejima, daki, gyutaro, muzan kibutsuji, kokoshibo, douma, akaza, enmu, tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agamatsu, inosuke hashibira, genya shinazugawa, and muichiro tokito
nsfw available for all except tanjiro, zenitsu, inosuke, genya, or muichiro
gotham ;
oswald cobblepot, fish moony, sal maroni, victor zsasz, edward nygma, harvey bullock, harvey dent, alfred pennytworth, and bruce wayne
nsfw available for all except bruce
daredevil ;
matt murdock
nsfw available
the mandolorian ;
din djarin 'mando'
nsfw available
GAMES;
call of duty ;
simon riley 'ghost', johnny mactavish 'soap', john price, kyle garrick 'gaz', alejandro vargas, phillip graves and könig
nsfw available for all
red dead redemption 2 ;
arthur morgan, bill williamson, charles smith, colm o'driscoll, dutch van der linde, hosea matthews, javier escuella, john marston, kieran duffy, micah bell, karen jones, mary-beth gaskill, abigail roberts and sean magurie
nsfw available for all
team fortress 2 ;
spy, mun-dee mundy 'sniper', jeremy 'scout', mr ludwig 'medic', mikhail 'heavy', pyro, tavis finnegan degroot 'demoman', mister jane doe 'soldier', dell gonagher'engineer'
nsfw available for all
stardew valley ;
harvey, maru, sebastian, abigail, sam, penny, elliott, leah, alex, hailey, shane, emily, and sandy
nsfw available for all
sally face ;
sal fisher, travis phelps, larry johnson, and ash campbell
nsfw unavailable
mortal kobat 1 ;
johnny cage, kenshi takahashi, raiden, kung lao, lui kang, kui liang 'scorpion', bi-han 'sub-zero', tomas vrbada 'smoke', syzoth 'reptile', rain, kitana, mileena, and sindel
nsfw available for all
doki doki literature club ;
monica, yuri, natsuki, and sayori
nsfw unavailable
danganronpa ;
makoto naegi, byakuya togami, mondo owada, kiotaka ishimaru, yasuhiro hagakure, leon kuwata, hajime hinata, nagito kamado, izuru kamakura, chiaki nanami, gundham tanaka, sonia nevermind, kazuichi souda, fuyuhiko kuzuryu, peko pekoyama, ibuki mioda, shuichi saihara, kokichi ouma, gonta gokuhara, k1-b0, miu iruma, rantaro amami, kaito mamota, kaede akamatsu, and kirumi tojo
nsfw available for all
MOVIES;
spiderverse ;
peter b parker, miguel o’hara, hobie brown, spider-man noir, ben parker, jess drew, miles morales, miles morales [ earth-42 ], gwen stacy, and pavitr prabhakar
nsfw available for peter b, miguel, hobie, noir, ben, and jess
star wars ;
obi-wan kenobi, anakin skywalker, padme amidala, qui-gon jinn, luke skywalker, han solo, leia skywalker, ben solo ‘kylo ren’, poe dameron, finn, rey skywalker, armitage hux, and cassian andor
nsfw available for all
marvel cinematic universe ;
tony stark, steve rogers, bucky barnes, sam wilson, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, vision, bruce banner, natasha romanoff, clint barton, peter parker, loki laufeyson, and thor odinson
nsfw available for all except peter
x-men ;
logan howlett ‘wolverine’, peter maximoff ‘quick silver’, erik lehnsherr ‘magneto’, charles xavier, hank mccoy ‘beast’, kurt wagner ‘nightcrawler’, warren worthington iii ‘archangel’, storm, and scott summers ‘cyclops’
nsfw available for all
deadpool ;
wade wilson ‘deadpool’, colossus, and weasel
nsfw available for all
karate kid ;
daniel larusso and johnny lawrence
nsfw unavailable
the breakfast club ;
john bender, andrew clark, brian johnson, claire standish, and allison reynolds
nsfw available for all
the outsiders ;
dallas winston, darry curtis, sodapop curtis, steve randell, two-bit matthews, johnny cade, and ponyboy curtis
nsfw available for darry and two-bit
the hobbit ;
bilbo baggins, thorin oakensheild, fili durin, kili durin, thranduil, legolas greenleaf, and bofur
nsfw available for all
lord of the rings ;
frodo baggins, sam gamgee, merry brandybuck, pippin took, gimli, legolas greenleaf, aragorn, and boromir
nsfw available for all
scream ;
billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, sidney prescott, tatum riley, and dewey riley
nsfw available for all
the ballad of songbirds and snakes ;
coriolanus snow, sejanus plinth, lucy gray baird, reaper ash, and jessup diggs
nsfw available for all except lucy gray
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Jo here with the Rules For Requesting!
Things I won't write
homophobia, Transphobia, anything hateful to the lgbtq community
smut(just a personal preference as writing it makes me uncomfy)
Requesting x oc
things to include in your request
the show/movie universe the request takes place in
what they look
their lifestyle
their personality
if it's romantic or platonic
who you are shipping them with(can be multiple characters) or who they are friends with(if it's for a platonic request)
Requesting X Reader
the show/movie universe it takes place
if its romantic or platonic
who they are being shipped with(can be multiple characters) or who they are friends with(if it's for a platonic request)
Fandoms and characters to request from
DC
Arkhamverse
The Batman 2022
Suicide Squad movies
Stranger Things
Jonathan Byers
Steve Harrington
Robin Buckley
Eddie Munson
One Piece Live Action
Buggy
Shanks
Zoro
Sanji
Slashers
Norman Bates
Otis Driftwood
Brahms Heelshire
Bubba Sawyer
Chop Top Sawyer
Stu Macher
Charles Lee Ray
The Lost Boys
Art The Clown
Thomas Hewitt
Stardew Valley
Shane
Sam
Sebastian
Alex
Harvey
Elliott
Emily
Brooklyn Nine-Nine
Jake Peralta
Charles Boyle
The Umbrella Academy
Luther
Klaus
Diego
Ben
Marcus
Alphonso
Supernatural
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester
Castiel
Crowley
Jack Kline
Gabriel
Scooby Gang
Fred Jones
Shaggy Rogers
Scooby-Doo 2002 and 2004 Movies
What's New Scooby-Doo?
Mystery Incorporated
Basically all the animated 2010s movies
Spiderman ATSV
Hobbie Brown(SpiderPunk)
Pavitr Prabhakar(SpiderMan)
Johnathon Ohnn(The Spot)
Patrick O'Hara(Web-Slinger)
Ben Riley(Scarlet Spider)
Spider Noir
Extra Characters
John Bender(The Breakfast Club)
Andrew Clark(The Breakfast Club)
Brian Johnson(The Breakfast Club)
Beetlejuice(BeetleJuice)
Cameron Frye(Ferris Bueller's Day Off)
!!!
If a fandom or character you would like to request for is not listed feel free to request for that character or fandom anyway and I'll see what I can do!
#x oc#x reader#dc x reader#dc x oc#stranger things x reader#stranger things x oc#opla x reader#opla x oc#slashers x reader#slashers x oc#stardew valley x reader#stardewvalley x oc#brooklyn 99 x reader#brooklyn 99 x oc#the umbrella academy x reader x#the umbrella academy x oc#supernatural x reader#supernatural x oc#scooby gang x reader#spiderman atsv x reader#spiderman atsv xoc#the breakfast club x reader#the breakfast club x oc#beetlejuice x reader#beetlejuice x oc#cameron frye x reader
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⚠️Request are not guaranteed⚠️
Request junk:
So heres what is will and wont write:
Will:
Fluff
Angst
Oneshots
Long storys
Aus
Headcanons
Y/n
Ships
Will nots:
Smut (for now atlest)
Really just smut
Fandoms:
Ace Attorney:
Pheonix wright
Miles edgeworth
Dick Gumshoe
Maya fey
Franziska Von Karma
Slashers:
Michael Myers
Jason Vorhees*
Brahms heelshire
Billy lenz
Bubba *
Billy Loomis
Stu Macher
Stranger things:
Steve Harrington
Eddie munson
Hopper (as a father figure)
The kids (no shipping tho)
Billy hargove
Lexi*
Marvel:
Captain America
Bucky barns
Iron man
Peter parker
Dr. Strange
Thor
Widowmaker
Quick sliver (age of Ultron)
Wanda *
Peaky blinders:
Thomas Shelby
Arther Shelby
Finn shelby
Ada shelby
(I can't remember the rest of the names lmao)
The sandman:
The Corinthian (gay only)
Morpheus
Satan
Death
Spiderman:
Spider man
Harry Osbourne
Otto octavius
Norman Osborne
MJ
The breakfast club:
John Bender (the criminal)
Claire (the queen)
Andrew (the jock)
Brian (the brian)
Allison (the basket case)
Game of thrones:
Robb stark
Theon Greyjoy
Jon snow
Little finger
The other guys lmao
Witcher:
Jaskier
Geralt
Yennifer
Others and such
Other-
Characters from Nightmare Before Christmas
Characters from Corpse Bride
Jack sparrow
Also i can write fanfic with your oc.
If there is a character you want (from a completely different fandom or one of the ones listed) then dont be afraid to ask!
When you send in a ask, do be sure to specify if you want male, female, or GN. (And for the dsmp characters tell me if you wan c! Or cc!)
*I dont really know all that much about them
#billy hargrove x male reader#billy hargrove#billy lenz#slasher x reader#slasher x male reader#stranger thing x reader#stranger things x male reader#requests#stranger things ships#marvel#the breakfast club fanfic#the sandman#thw sandman fanfic#the breakfast club#Spiderman#got fanfiction#spiderman fanfiction#ace attorney#the witcher
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saturday morning detention - part one
1985 - Eddie Munson Fic
find all the parts here
eddie munson x fem!oc - no smut, fluff, original character name, cussing, mentions of anxiety, asshole principal.
a/n: hi! this is my first eddie fic. this is part one of a mini-series i have planned if yall like this one. i tried my best to capture eddie as i think he would be. anyway, this takes place before the events of season 4. so dustin, mike, max aren’t in high school yet. this was inspired by the breakfast club. this is my first time back writing in a while so sorry if it sucks. okay enjoy!
word count: 5.6k
Saturday Morning - 6:57 am
No one wanted to be at school on a Saturday, especially at 7 am but Blaire was. The humid morning dew burned her throat as she walked toward the worn brown double doors. She could hear the distant stern voice of Hawkins High Principal talking to someone. Blaire hoped whoever it was would walk away alive.
As she approached, Principal Higgins’s voice became clearer. She spotted the janitor, holding a trash can, as the two older men bickered at one another. She wasn’t sure if she should interrupt and face Higgins yelling at her or just head straight to the library. Blaire quickly decided to head to the library after Higgins slapped the clipboard he was holding against the tiled wall. He was pissed at whatever the janitor had done.
Blaire had just walked through the double doors and was in the middle of passing them when Higgins noticed her. “Where are you going?” He yelled causing Blaire to stop. She panicked, unsure what to do. “Hello? Can you hear? What are you doing?” Higgins asked again.
“I’m here for detention.” She mumbled which only made Higgins huff in anger.
“You have to check in.” He said looking down at the clipboard, “Name?”
“Blaire Reynolds.”
“Aww yes, there you are,” Higgins said in distaste. He wrote something down on his clipboard before saying, “Okay head to the library. No funny busy or you’ll be here again next Saturday, got it?” He glared at her and she nodded before rushing off to the library down the hall.
She sighed, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she pushed open the door to the library. Inside she could hear voices, this time she knew they were students. One she recognized as Jason. She disliked him but everyone knew who he was. The generic popular kid who was the captain of the basketball team. He was being loud talking to whoever else had landed themselves in detention.
She hurried inside seeing Jason and his girlfriend sitting at the front right table. The table next to them sat some boy she had seen before but she didn’t remember his name. She knew he was unpopular and always sat with the nerds at lunch. Thankfully, no one else had arrived yet meaning she could sit in the back. She threw her bag down on the back left table as she sat down.
None of them seemed to notice Blaire’s presence. Good. She hated attention and she hated that she was here but she planned to sleep through the next few hours. She placed her head on the cool table using her backpack to hide her face. She relaxed, hoping she would wake up and detention would be over.
However, her plan wasn’t going to work.
Principal Higgins could be heard yelling down the hall while loud footsteps rushed toward the library. Blaire looked up just in time to see Eddie Munson running toward the library door laughing, Higgins chasing after him. “Damn it, boy!” Higgins screamed as Eddie sat down at the table in front of Blaire.
“What? You know who I am so there’s no need to check in.” Eddie laughed through a heavy breath. Higgins glared at him, “Listen here and listen good. If you act up again at all today, you’ll be spending the rest of the school year in detention.” Blaire could hear Jason laugh under his breath as Eddie smiled at Higgins.
“You hear me boy?” Eddie nodded, “Good because I don’t want any trouble.” He clapped his hands together, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Now that everyone is here we can begin. You all got yourselves here by being little shits. I don’t want a sound out of any of you.” He threatened, looking directly at Eddie as he said it. Eddie leaned back in his chair with a smirk.
“For the next several hours, you will each write an essay.” Higgins threw his hands up when Jason and Eddie groaned, “I don’t want to hear it. I expect a 10-page essay by the end of detention. I’m going to be in this office up here.” He said pointing, “So I can hear everything. Got it?”
Everyone except Eddie and Blaire nodded, the nerdy boy raised his hand causing Higgins to roll his eyes. “Yes?” He snapped.
“What’s the essay supposed to be about?” He asked as he grabbed some paper and a pen from his backpack.
“You’re smart, correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well then be creative. Give me an essay on something useful then.” Higgins replied.
“Sir, but I need a prompt-.”
Higgins cursed under his breath, “10 pages. No noise.” He said before walking off to the office. The boy groaned, staring down at his paper. Blaire sighed, laying her head down again. This was hell. How was she going to pass time when she couldn’t sleep or write this paper?
She could hear Eddie whispering to the boy asking for paper which made her laugh. There was no way Eddie intended to write an essay, he had to be up to something. Jason hushed Eddie and Blaire looked up to see Eddie giving Jason the bird. She looked down again just as Eddie leaned his chair back, his long wavy hair brushing her backpack.
“Got any paper?” She heard in a whisper causing her to jump. “Shit, sorry.” Eddie quickly said.
“No.” She replied looking up to see Eddie was inches away from her face. His brown eyes stared at her in amusement. “I didn’t bring anything.”
He laughed, “But you have a backpack.”
“There’s nothing in it. It’s just for show.” She said lifting it to show him there was nothing inside. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“Oh. Damn, I needed some paper. Well, a pen too.” Eddie said, seeming disappointed.
“Sorry.” She paused, “I didn’t expect you to want to write this dumb essay. You could ask Jason for some paper.” Blaire instantly regretted it. Everyone knew that Jason hated Eddie because Jason hated anything different from him. She was sure he hated her even if he didn’t know who she was.
Eddie shook his head, “Hell no. I wanted it to draw,” He paused, “Plus I would never ask that asshole.”
“What about the girl next to him?”
“Chrissy?” He said, his voice seeming to fill with hope but then he shook his head. “No, Jason would kill me if I even looked at her.” Blaire sighed wishing she could help Eddie. He was nicer than most people thought. She had seen him in the hall or the cafeteria hanging out with the “freaks”. However, Eddie wasn’t a freak, he was just misunderstood. She had realized that in English class after watching him from afar. Blaire could relate because people thought she was a freak too. The main difference between her and Eddie was she didn’t have friends. No one knew who she was, she was able to fade into the background. It was kind of blowing her mind that Eddie was even talking to her right now.
“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie said, waving his hand. Blaire blinked, “Huh?” She asked a little too loud. She quickly looked around hoping Higgins wouldn’t pop out of his office to tell her to shut up.
“I said no worries. You looked really sad for a second.” Eddie said with a laugh.
“Oh. I was lost in thought.”
Eddie snorted, “I thought you were sad I couldn’t find some paper.” He gave his best sad face, his brown eyes dilating as Blaire stared at him. When she didn't say anything, Eddie smiled. “I like you. You’re different than I thought you would be.”
Now Blaire was confused, “Different how? I assume most people think I’m some loner weirdo or they don’t even know I exist.”
Eddie shook his head, “You exist. We have English together. I’ve seen you plenty of times.”
“That doesn't answer my question. How am I different from what you thought?”
“You’re nice.” Eddie paused when Blaire glared at him. “Not that I thought you were mean. I just…I mean.”
“It’s fine.”
“No, I mean. Ugh. I thought you were a Firbolg.”
Blaire snorted back a laugh. “Excuse me?”
“I know it’s silly. I kind of see you as that. Not like a real Firbolg but-”
“Eddie.” Blaire said, stopping him, “I don’t even know what a Fi-...Firbolg is. Is that some weird creature that exists in like Antarctica?”
“No, it’s a reclusive race of giant-kin in D&D. They prefer to avoid contact with others but they are the most intelligent and powerful of the giant-kin.” Eddie rambled causing Blaire to stare at him in amazement and confusion. Eddie thought she was smart? He had been paying attention to her more than she thought. “Since you seem reserved I kept thinking maybe that would be a good character for you but you can totally pick your own-.”
“I’ve never played D&D before.”
Eddie nodded, “Yeah I know but it’s not that hard. Once you meet everyone in the club-.”
“Eddie, what are you talking about? I’m not joining your club.”
Eddie’s smile faded, “Why not? I personally invite you to join so none of the guys can argue about that. We need more members and so far everyone I’ve asked said no.”
“I don’t want to be in a club, especially a D&D one.” Eddie slumped down in his chair, “I’m sorry but I don’t do clubs. In case you forgot, I’m a basket case. I can barely function without wanting to hide, joining a club would be the worst idea ever.”
“I get it,” Eddie said, turning away from Blaire. She felt her heart sink as Eddie moved back to his table ignoring her. She had ruined everything as always. Nothing she did was good enough. She would have loved to be normal, join clubs, and have friends but she couldn’t. She worried about everything. What if she said the wrong thing? What if she mentally fucked up and no one ever wanted to talk to her again? She sighed burying her head into her backpack. Maybe she would suffocate and all this would end?
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Blaire had dozed off finally getting the sleep she wanted but was jerked awake by a loud thud. She quickly looked up to see Principal Higgins standing up front of the tables with a glare. She wasn’t sure what had happened or how long she was out but Higgins looked more pissed than earlier this morning.
“Lunch time. I expect silence while you eat.” He snapped.
“What if we didn't bring lunch?” Eddie quizzed.
Higgins shrugged, “What am I? You’re mom? That’s not my problem.”
“You know we can report you for starving us,” Eddie remarked, causing a vein in Higgins’s forehead to pulse.
“I would like to see you try. I doubt they would believe a troubled asshole like you.”
Eddie was about to pop off with another sarcastic line when the smart kid said, “Sir, isn’t it against the law not to feed us.”
Higgins cursed, “Fine. Who didn’t bring lunch?” He asked annoyed.
Eddie and Blaire threw up their hands, Blaire’s stomach rumbling. “You can go down to the snack machine,” Higgins said, handing Eddie, who had already stood up, a crumpled-up bill.
“What’s this supposed to buy?” Eddie said, looking down at the bill.
“Less talking, more moving Munson.” Higgins snapped pointing toward Blaire, “Hurry up. You two better be back in five minutes. No funny business or you both won’t graduate this year.”
Eddie rolled his eyes as Blaire followed behind him. She wasn’t sure if she should even try to apologize for earlier. Eddie didn’t seem mad about it but Blaire knew she had upset him. “Hey.” She said instantly feeling stupid. Why did she say hey? Did she not know how to act like a normal person?
Eddie turned back to her with a smile. “You know what we should do?” Blaire shook her head. There was no way she was going to do whatever he suggested. “C’mon. You can’t say no when you don’t even know what I’m going to say.”
“Whatever it is, I know it’s going to cause us to get more detention.”
“Or not to graduate,” Eddie said, mocking Higgins’s stern voice. “I suggest we skip. I doubt Higgins would notice.”
Blaire laughed, “He would notice if you were gone. He hates your guts. Besides, all the doors are locked except the front ones we came in.”
Eddie stopped dead in his tracks, “How would you know that?”
Blaire looked away, “Lucky guess.”
Eddie shook his head, pointing at her. “You’ve been to detention before, haven’t you?”
“Don’t look so shocked. You’ve been to detention hundreds of times. It’s not that big of a deal. Hell, even Jason is here. I think everyone has gotten detention at least once.”
“Yeah but Jason and Chrissy are here because they got caught trying to hook up in one of the bathrooms. I heard a rumor that John cussed at his math teacher for giving him a D on the test so that’s why he's here.” Eddie trailed off, “But I don’t know why you’re here.”
“I wouldn’t always believe rumors.” Blaire added before asking, “What about you?”
Eddie smirked, he flipped his hair out of his face focusing on her. Blaire wanted to look away, she always did when someone looked at her but she couldn’t. She liked the way Eddie gazed at her, his brown eyes filled with an amusement she admired. “Tell me.” Eddie pleaded, taking a step closer to her.
“Why does it matter?” Blaire took a step closer, smelling a musky amber with hints of lavender and pine. “I got detention, I’m here serving it and that’s that.”
“Did you cuss out a teacher? Maybe skip class?” Eddie replied, ignoring her previous sentence. Most people wouldn’t question Blaire but Eddie was. She knew she was going to fail and confess but she could have fun doing it. Her silence only made Eddie more curious. “What? Can’t tell me because you would have to kill me?”
Blaire nodded, “Something like that.” She paused, lingering closer to Eddie. “What if I tell you but you have to tell me why you got detention? Seems fair?”
Eddie shook his head, “Nope. I won’t tell you unless you join the Hellfire Club.”
Blaire backed up, “How is that fair? I have to join your club to know but you expect me to tell you?”
“Life isn’t fair, M’Lady.” Eddie replied grinning, “You could always bargain for something you have that I would want if you really don’t want to tell me why you landed yourself in Saturday detention.” He gestured toward Blaire as if to say, your move.
Blaire rolled her eyes, there was nothing she had that Eddie would want. She felt he had had this little game in mind since she rejected him earlier. Did she care enough to know why he had gotten detention? Blaire sighed to herself, she did. She had started to like Eddie. He was sweet and funny. She didn’t remember the last time she had this much fun.
“Well?” Eddie asked, “What’s your move?”
“I think we should take turns guessing. There’s no way I’m joining your club just to find out why you got detention.”
“That’s so boring.” Eddie whined, “Where’s the risk? The adventure?”
Blaire shrugged, “Your loss. Now hurry up. I’m starving.”
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Higgins had chewed them out for being gone for more than five minutes but didn’t end up giving them detention for it. Eddie sat next to Blaire as they each ate a small bag of chips from the vending machine in silence. Higgins had caught on that no one was doing his required essay so he passed out workout sheets instead.
Blaire was looking over one of them when Eddie said, “Okay, fine. I think you got detention for pushing a student.”
Blaire looked over at him with knitted eyebrows, “Oh, so my guessing game isn’t a bad idea then?” She said sarcastically, shoving Eddie’s shoulder lightly.
“I’m bored but if you want to do these dreadful worksheets, be my guest.”
“God no, and why would I push a student?”
Eddie shrugged, “They called you a name? I don’t know, I didn't say my guess was going to be good.” Blaire laughed, as Eddie said, “Do we take turns guessing or should I do a rapid round of my guesses?”
“We take turns.” Blaire replied, “It’s fair and I don’t have that many guesses.” She teased trying to think of something she thought Eddie would do to make him get detention. “Oh, you started a food fight.”
“No, but that sounds cool. Definitely going on my list of things to do. Let’s see, I think you…you destroyed school property like the bathroom or a classroom?”
Blaire huffed, “Do I seem like the violent type?” Eddie winced as Blaire said, “I didn’t commit a crime to get here.”
“Sorry. I don’t know why I kept saying violent stuff.” Eddie replied, causing both of them to laugh it off. Blaire usually would have panicked at this moment, she was laughing and Jason had turned around to shh them but Blaire felt at ease for once. She and Eddie both flipped off Jason before laughing again. If Higgins heard them he didn’t bother coming out of the office to tell them to shut up.
Blaire and Eddie spent the rest of the hour playing the guessing game. Each one getting weirder and weirder as they ran out of ideas. Eddie had guessed Blaire had started a secret society under the bleachers that ran successfully for months until one of the members snitched to Principal Higgins which caused Blaire to get detention.
“That makes no sense!” Blaire protested, “First I would never be a leader, and second, how are all my members and I having a meeting under the bleachers when half the school is down there making out?”
Eddie shrugged, “I don’t know, I don’t make up the rules of your secret society.”
They both paused, Blaire, catching a small glance at him. She admired his soft features, his wavy long hair, and his full lips, something she never noticed before until now. He was handsome. She looked away in embarrassment hiding her red cheeks behind her hair. “Anyway, I don’t think I could run a club.” She said awkwardly.
Eddie sighed leaning back in his chair, “It’s not that hard. Hellfire is my pride and joy, well one of them. I do love my guitar too.” Blaire looked over at him with a shy smile. His face was bright as he talked about his guitar and how Hellfire was everything to him.
“What about school?” She asked after Eddie had explained he also enjoyed playing in his band and how cool they were.
“What about it?” Eddie replied.
“Doesn’t school mean something to you?”
“Not really. It’s school. Everyone has to do it.”
Blaire sat up a little, “Yeah but school is important. You go through this hellhole, graduate, and you're free.”
Eddie shook his head, “No, no, no. You aren’t free after this. The real world comes to bite you in the ass. Being an adult sucks. School is the hell before all that. None of this shit matters when we become adults.” He vented and Blaire noticed he had a passion for what he said.
“Oh. I mean I don’t care about this shit either but you gotta at least try, I guess.”
“You’re different from me. I suck at every subject and fail every class. I saw you in English, you know what you're doing. I bet you are good at other subjects too.”
Blaire stared at him in disbelief. He had noticed her in English sitting by herself with her head buried in a book. She never raised her hand but if the teacher called on her, she knew every answer perfectly. Blaire was smart and Eddie knew it. She may have been a basket case but she would handle the real world just fine. He was sure of it.
“I noticed you.” Eddie whispered leaning closer to her, “I just never said anything until now. You aren’t as invisible as you think.”
Blaire swore her heart stopped for a second. Shit, fuck, damn. Did she have a crush on Eddie? No. No. She was crazy and all this was fake. She had imagined the whole thing but there Eddie was just inches away from her. Blaire composed herself trying to be cool. “Good to know.” She replied thinking she sounded cool but it confused Eddie.
“I’m just saying, people notice you.”
“Then why don’t they say anything?”
“I am.” Was it possible to be left breathless? Blaire was sure Eddie could see her red cheeks and sweat on her forehead but when she looked over at him he was staring back at her, that amusement glistening in his eyes. Maybe he thought it was funny to mess with her?
Thankfully, the subject came to an end when Principal Higgins clapped his hands together at the front of the tables. “Bathroom breaks? I’ll send one at a time.” He said pointing at Jason first. Jason shook his head so Higgins went to Chrissy next. She hesitantly stood up, “Can someone go with me?” She asked, causing Higgins to groan.
“You kids are testing my nerves today.”
“Please.” Chrissy begged, “I don’t want to go alone since no one else is in the building.”
“Fine.” Higgins said before pointing at Blaire, “You. Go with Chrissy.”
Blaire shook her head, “I don’t have to go to the bathroom.”
“I don’t care. Go with Chrissy.” Higgins demanded. Blaire rolled her eyes as she stood up looking down at Eddie.
“Don’t miss me while you're gone,” Eddie whispered.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Blaire replied before making her way to the library door where Chrissy stood. The two girls made their way down the hallway in silence, Blaire was not sure if she should talk to Chrissy or not. She had never talked to her before but she knew she was nice, unlike the typical popular cheerleader stereotype. Chrissy was the pretty girl next door who everyone loved or wanted to be except Blaire. While she admired Chrissy, she never wanted to be her.
Chrissy’s shiny ponytail bounced back and forth as she walked with the scent of vanilla filling the air. “I see you’re talking to Eddie.” She said when they were halfway to the bathroom. This made Blaire jump since she had been focusing on the noise of their footsteps.
“Umm. Yeah. It kinda just happened.” Blaire nervously replied. Was Chrissy mad that she was talking to Eddie? She looked at the girl next to her but Chrissy was looking straight ahead with pursed lips. She didn’t say anything for a while so Blaire looked away in confusion.
“Are you trying to warn me about him?” Blaire finally said as they came to the girl's bathroom door. “Is that why you wanted someone to come to the bathroom with you, to warn me?”
Chrissy shook her head, “I thought maybe Higgins would let Jason come with me.” She paused looking down at her nails, “And no, I’m not warning you about Eddie..”
“Then why bring him up?” Blaire snapped. The unexpected anger she felt was weird. Chrissy took a step back before heading into the bathroom. Blaire closed her eyes in relief and sank to the ground. Chrissy was being weird about this and it only confused Blaire. She let herself sit on the floor for a minute then stood up as Chrissy came out.
“Look, I’m sorry.” Blaire immediately said.
Chrissy shrugged it off, “No worries. I should have explained myself. I went to middle school with Eddie. He's cool.”
Blaire looked at her in disbelief but she could see Chrissy was being genuine. “I can’t believe Chrissy Cunningham just called Eddie Munson cool.”
Chrissy laughed, “I’m not some mean girl, you know. I know people probably think so especially with me being with Jason but I didn’t ask to be popular.”
“But you are popular.”
“Yeah but it’s not like I wanted that. I love to cheer and I guess doing it made me popular?”
Blaire laughed, “I think you being pretty helped too.”
“I guess,” Chrissy said with sadness in her voice. Blaire usually would have left the situation alone but she continued.
“Everyone I hear says you are pretty. I hear like five girls a day wishing they were you.” Blaire said, trying to cheer Chrissy up.
Chrissy weakly smiled, “Even if that’s true which I hope not, I don’t want people to admire me. I just want to fade into the background sometimes. My life isn’t perfect just because I’m popular”
Blaire was shocked to hear Chrissy wishing she could be like her. She should have thought that maybe the popular kids didn’t want to be popular but she didn’t sit around thinking about the social class of Hawkins high school. “I guess I never thought about it.” Blaire finally said.
“It’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. I used to have different friends but once I joined cheer I lost those friends. I got labeled as cool and popular. If I was seen with someone outside that group I got-I got teased about it.”
Blaire nodded as Chrissy continued, “It was easier to just stop talking to them so I didn’t get shit for it but I miss some of my old friends. The popular kids are boring sometimes.” Blaire laughed which caused Chrissy to laugh too. She couldn’t believe this was happening. As they returned to the library, Chrissy asked Blaire questions such as what was her favorite class or what did Blaire love to do on the weekends. It made Blaire feel like she mattered but she knew once they walked back through the library doors, Chrissy would go back to ignoring her.
It was the unspoken rule everyone followed.
As Blaire sat back down next to Eddie, she felt a sadness wash over her. Was Eddie going to go back to acting like she didn’t exist after detention was over? She could handle Chrissy doing that but Eddie, no. She had enjoyed today more than she thought she would and going back to having no one, especially Eddie would leave Blaire feeling lonely. She hated the idea of putting herself out there, it scared her but she didn’t want to lose this warm feeling she felt.
She and Eddie sat in silence the rest of detention, especially since Eddie had found a pencil and was doodling all over the worksheets Higgins had handed out. She laid her head on her arms watching him draw monsters and elves she assumed were from Dungeons and Dragons. Blaire noticed all the rings Eddie wore and how calloused his fingers were from playing guitar. Everything she knew about Eddie before today faded away as she saw a new side of him. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but she liked him.
Detention was finally over before Blaire knew it, Principal Higgins collected the worksheets and wasn’t surprised only John had done it. He dismissed them at the front threatening them not to cause trouble or he would see them again next Saturday. No one listened, John headed to a car that was waiting for him as Chrissy and Jason headed to a truck that was parked. All that was left was Blaire and Eddie. No one was waiting for either of them.
Blaire sighed, turning to Eddie, “I guess this is it.” She tried to hide her sadness.
“Why does it have to end? I don’t see your parents here.” Eddie replied, gesturing around the now empty parking lot.
“My parents don’t care enough to come to get me. I walked here this morning.” Blaire confessed, “I better get walking if I want to make it home before sundown.”
Eddie frowned, “Your parents are deadbeats too?”
Blaire shrugged, “Yeah I guess so. They do the bare minimum to take care of me but they aren’t there for me.” She never talked about her parents yet she felt she could trust Eddie with her life. “What about yours?”
“Oh yeah, they suck. I live with my uncle. He does the best he can.” Eddie said, looking down at his worn boots as he talked. “I do my best to stay out of his way since it’s not his job to take care of me.”
Blaire stood there knowing how it felt but couldn't find any words to comfort Eddie. They stood there for a while before Eddie looked at her with a smile. “Can I confess something?” His voice was playful and Blaire nodded with a laugh. “I came to detention because I was bored,” Eddie confessed, clapping his hands together.
Blaire’s eyes widened in surprise, “Really?” She said through a laugh.
Eddie nodded, “Yeah. It’s so dumb but I was at home, bored, and thought why not cause some trouble.” The two laughed together and Blaire realized that was why Eddie had come running in so Higgins didn’t have to check his clipboard.
“But detention? There has to be a better way to spend your Saturday.” Blaire finally said after they stopped laughing.
“I would have thought so too but I think I enjoyed today.” Eddie paused looking at her with a warm grin, “I got to talk to you.”
Blaire blushed looking away, “Today wasn’t so bad.” It was a half-truth because today had been the best day of her boring life so far. “I skipped lunch to hide in one of the stalls of the girls' bathroom to read.” She confessed feeling it was only fair she told Eddie why she was in detention since he had told her his reason.
“It’s boring, I know but I hate lunch. I hate sitting by myself surrounded by people who are laughing and talking while I sit there awkwardly. So I skipped lunch and hid in the bathrooms only this time a teacher came in. I didn’t know she was still in there so when I came out she asked why I was in there for so long. I panicked and confessed I skipped lunch so she wrote me a detention slip.” Blaire rambled feeling silly she was telling this to Eddie.
“Hey,” Eddie said, lifting Blaire’s chin with his finger, “It’s okay. Everyone feels lonely sometimes and it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” His brown eyes stared down at her making her feel better. “I think people who can be alone with their thoughts are the coolest people.”
“Really?” She whispered. Eddie nodded, letting his finger drop from her chin. She didn’t want to break this moment between them. “Eddie.” She said wishing her voice wouldn't so sound fragile.
“Yeah?”
“Can I still join your club or did you revoke your invite?” Blaire asked, giving him a small smile. Eddie’s face lit up with glee.
“Are you serious?” He asked, throwing his hands around in excitement. “Really?” He asked again when Blaire stared at him.
“Yes! I rethought my earlier decision and I want to join Hellfire.”
Eddie threw his arms around her knocking her into his chest. Before she could process the hug, Eddie had grabbed her hands twirling her around as he jumped up and down. She didn’t expect him to be this happy. Once he calmed down, Eddie told her the meeting details and the basic rules of D&D. The two could have spent the rest of the evening talking in the school parking lot but Eddie insisted he walk Blaire home. They lived in the same trailer park which Eddie was surprised by. He didn’t know she lived near him and it was comforting knowing she was similar to him in that way.
They talked about their dreams, goals, and the rules of D&D on the way and Blaire felt she was getting to know the real Eddie, not the one Hawkins knew. He was far from a freak but Blaire had already known that.
“Well, this is me,” Blaire said when her trailer home came into the distance. It was one of the first ones people saw when entering the area. The chipped paint and stained windows were nothing to look at. Blaire didn’t love it here, especially after her parents sold their home to move here but now maybe it would be better since Eddie was here.
“Oh that’s why I never knew you lived here, you're at the front. I’m back there.” Eddie said, pointing to a trailer home in the distance.
“Yeah, my parents and I just moved here a few weeks back. I stay inside most of the time.”
“Well, you can come over whenever you want.”
Blaire nodded, “Okay. I would like that.”
“Does that make us friends?”
Blaire smiled, “Do you want to be friends?” She hoped he did.
Eddie smiled back at her then scratched his chin acting as if he was deep in thought. “I think so. You seem pretty cool plus I know where you live so I think that makes us friends by default.”
“You can’t forget I joined your club too.”
“Aww yes! How could I forget?” Eddie replied with a goofy laugh. The sky was setting in the distance as they said their goodbyes. Blaire could hear the crickets as Eddie began to walk away, his long hair blending in with the darkness. She was excited for once to go to sleep and see what tomorrow would bring.
Eddie turned back before Blaire closed her front door, “Welcome to Hellfire!” He yelled, throwing his hands up to his head and sticking his tongue out. Blaire shook her head in amusement as she watched Eddie run to his trailer. For once, Blaire was happy.
#eddie munson#eddie my beloved#eddie x original character#breakfast club#stranger things#fluff#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x oc#jason is an asshole#stranger things 4#st4#eddie munson angst#hawkins#upside down#hellfire club#hellfirefreak#hellfire stranger things#welcome to hellfire#rip eddie
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chapter 25: whatever she wants (whatever you want)
Molly Ringwald.
Why the fuck was Robin walking with Molly fucking Ringwald?
Nancy couldn’t name the sensation she was feeling. Her eyes felt glassy, her blood felt hot, she was pretty sure she was drawing blood from her palm with how deeply she was digging her nails into them - there was something hateful brewing up in her, she knew that.
Seriously, who wore their hair like that anymore? It’s not 1984, Jesus Christ. Get with the programme.
“Nance? You okay?”
#nancy stranger things#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#robin stranger things#ronance#robin x nancy#stranger things#ronance fic#ao3#stranger things volume 1#ao3 fic#ao3 link#stranger things volume 2#or as I like to call this chapter#my grudge with molly ringwald#the breakfast club
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Robin Buckley as Andrew Clark, Nancy Wheeler as Allison Reynolds
The Breakfast Club Costumes in Chapter 12: The Following Halloween
Robin had begun to vibrate in her seat. They had passed Nancy’s car, parked along the curb. Stevie put the car in park and Robin raced out with her jacket into the house. Stevie laughed and followed with the rest of their goods. Nancy and Eddie were at the kitchen island when they walked in, holding coffee mugs, laughing. Stevie’s heart beat fast in her chest. Her best friends were all together again. As Robin rushed in to hug Nancy, the view from where Stevie stood was perfect.
“Stop being such a sheep dog Stevie.” Eddie had clocked her stare instantly. “Come on over here.” Eddie’s pet name wasn’t new or all that far off base. She did like gathering her flock, having them in one place. She shoved the candy into Eddie’s open arms to his delighted gasp. “Pretty and smart,” Eddie purred, shaking the bag. He leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek. After the general greetings died down, Eddie clapped his hands together and rubbed them vigorously. “Time to see if we all still look hot in 80s fashions.”
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Nancy took a series of photos of their costumes before they left, posing their characters to match certain scenes. Stevie was thoroughly pleased with how they turned out. She felt truly pretty. Robin was doing her best jock imitation, which was effectively just a parody of Stevie's highschool years, as Nancy stifled her giggles. Eddie tucked a cigarette behind his ear and ushered them all out the door.
#ronance#ao3 fanfic#steddie#smut#steve x eddie#stranger things#stevie harrington#transfem#transfem steve harrington#trans steve harrington#doodles#i write things#queer fanfiction#the breakfast club#fruity four#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#robin x nancy
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