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#the breakfast club au
sinclairstarz · 3 months
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a little messy but i dont believe in real lineart 🫶 redraw of that really shitty version of this i did like a year back, now ft… my first time ever drawing mike wheeler with short hair…. it still doesnt feel right
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noxturnallyevermore · 11 months
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the only thing i can think about right now is a stranger things breakfast club au
probably cause I'm watching the breakfast club rn
and I totally see eddie, nancy, steve, jonathan, and robin in these characters
March 1984? could totally be them
also I could see Andrew as Steve, John as Eddie, Brian as Robin, Claire as Nancy, and Allison as Jonathan, at least with their stereotypes, home lives, and personalities
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kallezandra · 6 months
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the line of scrimmage
a very loosely-based breakfast club AU @grishaversebigbang
my artists, my blessings, my materialki:
@crypitick art
@judaluffy art
@komediebrvte art
their art will be posted with their corresponding chapters!
summary: the line of scrimmage is an imaginary, oscillating line on the field that separates two opposing American football teams.
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of-many-aus · 9 months
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Don’t You (Forget About Me)
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Series
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One-Shots
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internetspacegirl · 9 months
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i think the notes i wrote for my Breakfast Club AU are funnier than anything I've done before
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catboythorfinn · 2 years
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here’s my full piece for @promare80szine !! i had a ton of fun drawing this !! special appearance by adrian hehe
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niallhood · 2 years
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Ending my multiple year hiatus to randomly post a fic and run
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cuepickle · 5 months
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Stranger Things x Breakfast Club AU (part ?)
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bvnnyface · 4 months
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90s mog and laudna (and Ashton)
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patchodraws · 4 months
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sincerely yours,
the paper girls
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the-witchhunter · 4 months
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Thinking about a young justice no capes high school au and I just realized it would basically start out like the breakfast club
But why are they in Saturday detention?
Kon and Bart got in a food fight
Tim accidentally set the chem lab on fire (sleep deprivation does not make for good lab safety practices)
Cassie missed too many classes, also is clearly the on the volleyball team
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sinclairstarz · 5 months
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very old party as the breakfast club thing…. very sad about leaving dustin out 😞 i might remake this but my art style is being… strange….
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mmaaawww · 2 years
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once again drawing some idea of my cyar’ika. this time it’s high school padawan au
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here they are
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enbysiriusblack · 3 months
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snippet of a breakfast club au i've been thinking about for ages:
James nodded to Mary, as the girl took a sit beside him. Looking around the room, he understood why. Sitting next to your ex was a better option than having to sit next to these losers all day. He couldn't help grimacing as the blonde girl right in the corner stabbed an orange with a pen, juice leaking across the table and dripping onto the floor. The boy in the leather jacket, sitting on the next table along, laughed and leaned over to push his cigarette into the liquid, leaving it on the table.
Mary waringly smiled at him, "Hi, James", she glanced around, "you meet strange people in detention, huh?"
He nodded, "Yeah. Probably best to stick to ourselves, I suppose."
She nodded back, just as Lily walked through the door.
James snorted, "Why on earth is Evans' here?"
Lily turned, hearing him, and let out a huff before sitting the other side of the room, turning to the cardigan-wearing boy behind her, and starting a conversation.
Mary sighed, as Slughorn walked in, "God, this is going to be such a dull day."
Slughorn smiled out to the students, "Welcome to detention!"
The door banged open, and Slughorn practically jumped in surprise.
"Sorry", Peter mumbled, hurrying in and taking in a seat in the middle of the room.
As soon as he sat down, the boy in the leather jacket spit a ball at his head. Peter ignored him.
Slughorn clapped his hands, "Now that everyone is here, shall we get started?"
"No, sir."
Slughorn frowned.
The boy in the leather jacket grinned, "Well it's just that you phrased it as a question. Is it not a question?"
Slughorn chuckled, "No it is not."
James stood up, "I was wondering if I could use this time to practice on the field? We've got that game coming up next week is all."
Lily stuck her hand up, "Sir, I really don't think it would be appropriate to give students special treatment just because they're on some football team."
Slughorn nodded, "Ah, yes. I suppose Lily is right, you'll have to practice after detention is over, I'm afraid... Now! Today you'll each be writing an essay about who you are, why you're in detention, and how you'll approve you're behaviour from now on."
The blonde girl dropped her head against the desk, a loud bang echoing over the room.
The boy in the leather jacket barked a laugh, "I think you just bored Mckinnon to death, Sir."
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Detention
“Psst.”
Serin ducked her head and ignored the sound, focusing on the essay she was typing instead. Sure, it wasn’t due for another week but… it never hurt to be prepared.
“Pssst.”
She glanced at the clock. Twenty more minutes until she could go. That was good - she had a lot of work to do still on the homecoming parade float. After that she wanted to get a jump on planning prom… Daisy and Ralph had given her some great ideas to work with and she wanted to try to get started on them before she ran out of time.
“Psssst.”
Her shoulders tensed in frustration, but she tried to ignore it. She ran through the checklist for the rest of the week. She had scholarship applications to submit, the homecoming dance to finalize, and she needed to find time to squeeze in marching band practice. On top of that she had a slew of college applications to finalize, but she needed to get a few more things on her resume first. Just to be sure. Then there was-
“Pssssst.”
She whipped in her chair to glare at the boy next to her. “Malcolm Geffen,” she seethed, her chest heaving with breaths labored by anger, “if you don’t quit doing that I’m going to strangle you.”
The boy beside her raised his eyebrows in mock surprise at her outburst. “Come on, love,” he goaded in his infuriatingly fascinating accent, “you know you’d miss me.” His grin was all ego, but the dimples in his cheeks still somehow managed to make it look adorable.
Serin rolled her eyes and turned back to her essay before she did something stupid, like let him talk more just to hear his voice. “I don’t have time for this,” she hissed. “I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for you.”
Mal put his hand on his heart and leaned down to offer her his ridiculous puppy eyes, and Serin fought hard to tell herself that it wasn’t working this time. “I’m sorry,” he said penitently. “I didn’t ever think we’d get caught.”
Serin ground her teeth. It was a bad habit. Her sister Naomi - well, technically her stepsister, but their parents had married when they were 6 years old so they’d grown up together as siblings anyway - always got after her for it. But when you spend time with someone like Malcolm Geffen, indulging in bad habits is pretty much the name of the game.
“You didn’t think,” she repeated, whispering harshly. “That might be the truest thing you’ve ever said.”
Mal managed to look hurt, but it only lasted for a moment before his stupid, cocky, charming, infuriating grin was creeping back into place. “I was just trying to have some fun,” he defended himself. “Would it help if I told you that I didn’t realize that we aren’t technically allowed to play music over the school’s PA system?”
“No,” Serin answered immediately. “Because I know that’s a lie. And because when Principal Hood caught me trying to stop you he assumed I was in on it and put me in detention with you. You’re not getting off with some half–cooked excuse this time.” 
With one more glare she turned in her seat, refusing to acknowledge him again. When she noticed him open his mouth from the corner of her eye she tersely barked, “Don’t.”
Mal, for once, did the wise thing. He shut his mouth.
Several minutes passed between them in silence. From the corner of her eye Serin could see Mal actually working on something - maybe he’d gotten wise and decided to use this time for homework. She shook her head. Mal getting wise… like that could ever happen.
When the clock showed two minutes until the end of their hour-long detention, Serin packed her things into her bag. She caught Mal’s glance at her as she twisted in her seat… it was clear he wanted to say something. He looked shockingly repentant - even his spiky red hair looked somehow sad and deflated. She turned straight ahead. She didn’t much want to hear anything he had to say at the moment.
Just before she rose from her seat, she felt something brush against her knee. She glanced down to see Mal’s hand, holding out a piece of paper between his first two fingers. When she glanced at him she found him studying the far wall, probably hoping that if he didn’t look at her she’d be willing to take whatever it was he was offering her.
She brusquely snatched the object from his hand.
It was a piece of notebook paper, carefully folded into the shape of a heart. She rolled her eyes to try to disguise the excited thrill that ran down her spine. On one side of the paper were scrawled the words ‘Open me’ in Mal’s hasty handwriting. Serin chewed her lip for a moment, debating whether or not to actually indulge in this childishness. Finally her curiosity won out over her indignation.
She carefully unfolded the paper, keeping track of the lines in case she decided to fold it back into shape afterward. Inside the paper was just one word. It was neater than his usual handwriting, and she could see the outline of several erased previous attempts at writing it. Just one little word that somehow managed to set the stupid butterflies in her stomach all aflutter once more.
Sorry. In true corny fashion, he had drawn a tiny heart in place of the ‘o’.
Serin glanced over at him. His hands were on the desktop, twitching with nervous energy. He’d never been good at sitting still for very long - that was why he was always getting himself into trouble. On his left index finger was a ring. It was small, and silver, with a tiny heart symbol embedded in the side. It was far too narrow for his finger, resting well above his second knuckle. It was a perfect match for the ring that rested around the base of her own index finger.
She toyed with the silly bracelet on her wrist. It was black, and studded with spikes that looked like they came from a ‘90’s high school movie about a skateboarder. Mal had laughed when he gave it to her - told her that she needed something to offset her ‘goody two–shoes style.’
The girl groaned in frustration. She wanted to be mad at him still. She really did. But she wasn’t. When the vice principal Mrs. Parangosky released them, Mal bolted for the door. Serin took her time, apologizing once more as she left. Parangosky just nodded with a subtle smirk on her lips. Mal was waiting for her in the hall.
“I really am sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. “I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.”
“You’re an idiot,” Serin answered. Then, she stood up on her toes and planted a kiss on his cheek.
His smile was back in an instant, warm and dimpled and adorable. Serin tried to ignore the dizzy feeling she got staring at it. “I’m your idiot,” he answered.
She laughed, then pushed hard enough on his chest to knock him back a step. “I have work to do,” she said dismissively. “I need to finish the homecoming float. You don’t get to distract me anymore.” Then she turned and headed for the front entrance.
In a moment Mal was beside her, sliding his hand into hers. “I’ll come with you,” he said with a grin. 
Serin ducked her head to hide the blush on her cheeks and entwined her fingers with his.
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Based on this post from @makowrites and @mrtobenamedlater
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internetspacegirl · 9 months
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I finally finished Chapter 7 of my She-Ra "The Breakfast Club" AU!!
It's mostly trying to get more about their personalities out into the open. It's a lot of dialogue I'm afraid but hopefully you like it x
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