unchain the colors
a new fic by Tomlintummy
photo set by @ifiwasaloubird
teen and up audiences | 21k | breakfast club au | wip |
Steve nearly convinced himself it couldn’t be that bad when noise erupted from his left, head snapping up to watch a van tearing up the road. Tires squealing, music blaring loud enough to make Steve flinch, the van came to a lurching halt halfway across the empty lot. He knew that van. Everyone in Hawkins High knew that van. And the entire police force, for that matter, considering what its owner got up to in his free time, not that Steve gave much of a shit about that kind of thing.
And there- Steve's gut churned as the mane of curly brown hair emerged from the drivers side, Eddie Munson's own aura of noise filling the space his excessive music had left behind. Steve didn’t understand how one person could make so much of it by just existing , his ringed fingers always tapping against the chain at the hip of his impossibly tight jeans and the loud slapping of his raggedy white (though, white was a bit of a stretch) sneakers down the halls, the pins on his denim vest clinking together as he inevitably made a scene or the never-ending humming when he didn’t. Steve couldn’t stand it.
Or: The Breakfast Club fruity four + Dustin Henderson AU no one asked for
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