Yesterday I watched The Breakfast Club (1985) and in the scene when Brian confesses that he got detention because he brought a gun (to pop off his skull) to school after getting an F on a subject. I started to notice that Brian was wearing a dark green sweater. Now you know who else wears a dark green sweater in an 80s movie and popped off his skull with a gun in the end. Thats Right.
omg hello...! do u do x reader fanfictions?? if so i would love one of bender from the breakfast club...not even anything specific i just need one of him please...if u dont do x readers just ignore this and i apologize LOL
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Also Omg girly I got you! It took me a little to write this but I did it hopefully good!
I hope you and everyone who reads this thinks it's good!
Anyways hope you enjoy!
Teenage Dirtbag
John Bender x Reader
Word Count: 2,206
TW: There is mentions of smoking and weed!
You sigh as your parents stop the car in front of your school. This is the last place you want to be on a nice Saturday. Your mom looks back at you.
“Welp- honey you landed yourself in the ol’ Saturday detention. Have fun- now get out.” She smiles back at you and your dad grunts. “Thanks…” you mutter. You grab your bag and open the backseat door. You look up at your school and start walking into it.
When you walk into the library where the person who gave you the slip for detention said it was going to be you see a boy already there. Brian Johnson. He's wearing a plain white shirt and some jeans. He is a shy boy who's in the mathletes and is a nerd. At least that's what people call him. But you just know him as Brian. He sits in the back. He gives you a shy smile and you return it. You sit in the middle and wait for the other people to arrive. And more people do. Four to be exact.
You have Claire Standish, the pretty popular face. She had that confidence that people wished they could possess and this red hair that made you do a double take. She has a skirt on and a nice blouse on. She puts on her lip gloss and sits down in the front. You either love her or hate her, people say. But you could care less for her- you've never talked to her much so you don't have much of an opinion. She sits at one of the front desks.
Then walked in Andrew Clark. He walks in with his team's letterman jacket on and some sweatpants. He was popular too but never really talked to Claire. He was on the wrestling team and had big muscles and messy hair. He was nice to people who deserved it but wasn't afraid to call people out on their shit. You thought he was cool. Yet again- you'd never talked to him so you don't really know any personal information. He sits down at the other front desk that's right in front of you.
Then walks in Allison Reynolds. She's a lone wolf kind of person. Doesn't really talk to anyone. Doesn't have friends. But you've talked to her a couple of times. She's weird but you like it. She's not some popular stuck up girl and that's refreshing. She's a girl with messy short black hair and a pretty face. But not the kind of pretty people seem to notice around here. No She's the type of pretty that non shallow people appreciate. She's wearing a big black sweater and some baggy pants. She sits at the other desk in the back right behind you.
Principal Vernon walks in and looks round at all of you.
“Well hello delinquents.” He says with a huge grin plastered on his face. Like he just made the joke of the year. “Welcome to Saturday detention! I have one specific assignment for you all to do today! You will be wri-” before Mr. Vernon can finish someone barges in. John Bender…
John Bender. The trouble kid. The delinquent. The one who sells drugs to the scrawny kids who have clearly never touched a weed in their lives. He was known for causing trouble and you tried your best to steer clear of him. And for the most part you did. Accept on occasion when your boyfriend would drag you to one of his parties and you'd see him getting stoned in a corner with some of his lousy friends. He had a Jean jacket over a checker red and black flannel with some jeans. His hair was messy and he had a big stupid grin on his face.
You couldn't help but notice his lips. They looked really inviting. They always looked inviting to you. You snap your head away. ‘You have a boyfriend’ you think to yourself. And why would you like him- out of all people. You feel your stomach twist in the way it always did when you saw him. You look away though.
“Mr. Bender- late as always. Take a seat” Mr. Vernon looks slightly pissed but Bender ignores it. He strolls in like he owns the place and sits in the middle desk next to yours. “Thanks for the invite Mr. Vernon.” He smirks and winks at Claire. She rolls her eyes and turns back to Mr. Vernon.
“Like I was saying- for the next 9 hours you will be writing me an essay about who you are. And I will be in that little office right there and this library door will stay open. So don't pull anything.” He gives Bender the most of the stare. He then sets a paper down in front of y'all and then walks to the office he was talking about.
You write the date at the top of your paper out of habit and sigh not knowing what else to do. You stare at your paper doodling on the edges. Suddenly Bender speaks.
“Hey- Claire…” He says drawing out her name. “What's a pretty girl like you doing in detention?” He asks while getting out of his chair to go up to her. She shifts uncomfortably under his approaching figure. Everyone is tense at that moment. You decide to speak up.
“Leave her alone, Bender.” You say as you look at him. His eyes snap towards you away from Claire. You can see her visibly relax. He smirks “Well… if it isn't Mrs. I'm too good to be around John Bender?” He walks up to your desk and looks down at you. You refuse to break his gaze even though you want to. Your insides are twisting even stronger now.
“Aren't you the one who's always with her Jock boyfriend… he's on the football team I believe- his names… Frank or something?” You stare him dead in the eyes. “His name's Fred.” John smirks. “Close enough… right?”
You roll your eyes. He sits down next to you and takes your face in his hand. “Sweetheart, what are you doing here? You wouldn't disobey a rule for shit.” You feel your face heat up. At the nickname and the contact. “N-None of your business-” You manage to stammer. He smirks and goes to say more but Andrew intersects.
“Bender- leave her alone.” He says looking back. You clear your throat and look away from his heated brown eyes. Bender scoffs but doesn't seem to argue.
Hours have passed and you all have chilled out. Everyone's used to each other and right now you are all smoking weed together. Except you're the only one who hasn't taken a hit yet.
They all confess why they're in detention and their problems. Like how Allison's parents ignore her, Brian is collapsing under the pressure for good grades, Claire is always feeling judged for being popular, and Andrew is suffering under his father's pressure to be good at his sports and always doing what he's told.
The only ones who haven't confessed are you and Bender. But you can feel him staring at you through the whole conversation. His chocolate brown eyes staring holes into your face.
Everyone separates and goes off to do their own thing. But Bender follows you as you look through the books. “You didn't take a hit- don't you want one?” He asks. You spin around surprised by his sudden appearance. “Oh- no. I don't wanna hit.” He smirks and leans against the bookshelf right next to you. “You sure? Or are you just scared?”
You sigh and try to hide a smile. “I've just never done anything like that before.” You say honestly. He nods and looks thoughtful for once in his life.
“Let me teach you.” He says handing you the weed. “Oh- I shouldn't-” You say looking around. “Come on- we're gonna be stuck here for 4 more hours might as well make the most of it.” He gently pushes it into your hands. “Ok…” You say softly.
He continues to guide you through it. You cough not be able to hold it long enough in your lungs but after a while you get the hang of it.
After 30 minutes you're spilling your guts as you hang out with Bender in the back of the library.
“I shouldn't even be here-” You say as you look through books. “I wasn't even smoking the cigarettes- it was my boyfriend and his stupid friends. But they all ran and let me take the fall!-” I say frustrated. He looks at you and is actually listening.
“He's always telling me ‘oh your lucky to have me’ or ‘oh you should be glad I settled for you’” He scoffs. “He's lucky to have you- I mean. Not trying to make you feel better. Just stating facts.” He says after that statement. You nod and you both keep talking.
You both start talking about your home life's. And you seem to get closer to him with every word. Physically and Emotionally. It gets to the point where he goes quiet and you both just stare into each other's eyes. Then without warning he silently kisses you.
The kiss is rough and it feels more like pressing your faces together but nonetheless it was the best… you kissed back gently wrapping your arms around his neck. Then you jerk back.
“You can't do that!-” You say, panting.”I have a boyfriend!” You say scooting back. He scoffs and moves closer. “Yeah, a really bad boyfriend. Your boyfriend's a dick.” He says bluntly. “He'd simply kick your ass if he knew that you just kissed me.” You say looking into his eyes.
But even You have to admit… You loved that kiss.
“So you're just gonna ignore the fact that you kissed back as well?” He scoots closer. “Admit it. You liked it.” You shoot up from the couch where you were sitting and walk around to look at the books on the shelves. “N-No- I didn't.” You say and take a book off the shelf.
He rolls his eyes. “Bullshit. You were totally into it. I've seen how you look at me. Don't think I don't notice the glances you give me and my lips behind your boyfriend's back at every party.”
You go silent. You know you like him. It's been a fact for you ever since he'd started picking on you. You don't know why that made you like him but the butterflies were always there.
“I can't like a teenage dirtbag. Ok? My parents would be furious, people would think I'm insane for dumping a Jock for you.” He smirks seemingly not fazed by what you just said. “So I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby?” You look up into his eyes. His eyes search yours with a sort of softness you've never seen in him before.
“Sweetheart, I don't think I'm the teenage dirtbag. Your own boyfriend who's supposed to protect you and shit let you take the fall for smoking weed.” He steps closer and tilts your chin up. “You're telling me you'd rather be with someone like that?”
You go silent. What are you supposed to say? That you'll break up with your boyfriend for him. For the delinquent trouble making kid. Yeah. That's exactly what you want to say!
You respond quickly. “No- I- I want you…” You admit. The confession is quick off your tongue like it burns to say. He looks at you with deep need. “Then break up with your boyfriend.”
The end of detention came and none of you had written the paper. You walk out into the parking lot with Bender following right behind you. Your boyfriend is here to pick you up since your parents are at work. He walks over eyeing Bender.
“Hey babe-” He goes in for a kiss but you softly push him out of the way. He looks down at you with a slight frown. “Is something wrong?” You clench your jaw and look up at him.
“Yeah-” you say. “There is something wrong. Has been for a long time. Letting me take the fall for smoking weed was not cool. And you've been doing shit like this for a while.” You take a deep breath. “We're done.”
“What?!” He looks pissed as he approaches you with anger evident in his stance. “You don't get to break up with me! After I took a chance on you! Don't be a little bitch-” Bender walks up and shoves him back. He gets him on the grass and holds him by the collar.
“You don't get to call her a bitch. Ok?” He slams him into the ground. “Y'all are done. You hear me?” Like the wimp he is, your boyfriend nods looking terrified.
Bender lets him get up and he runs. Bender turns to you running a hand through his hair. “I'll give you a ride ho-” You don't let him finish before kissing him gently. He wraps his arms around your waist.
“That'd be great” You say as your lips part. You both walk to his car and he pumps his fist in the air.
I hope yall enjoyed! Also I'm still writing the Carl Grimes and Darry Curtis fan fics!
I love associating characters with animals, so here we go. This is my own view of them, some were a little be more "vibes based" than others.
Allison is an Opossum
Weird but loved for it, even if often reduced to just that. Plays dead in the face of danger.
Andy is a Golden retriever
Popular but often reduced to what they were trained to be. Know when to stand on business but can be very affectuous.
Brian is a Barn owl
Cute and considered really smart. They got more secrets than you would think.
Claire is a Norwegian forest cat
Loved because they're pretty, often used just for that and not really loved for who they are a living individuals. Domesticated but with freedom in their heart.
John is a Cobra
Cool and loved for that, but not many people try to understand them. Can be agressive but not mean for the fun of it. Tries to avoid conflict when needed ( the closet scene ).
