Tommy H and Carol when they see Jonathan, Nancy, and Steve fighting the Sky Spider / Thessalhydra and they at first feel like helping out but then they remember that they hate all that is good in the world. .
My third contribution to the Writer’s Guild Events! It’s a Breakfast Club AU. Please enjoy this one you guys!
“…and these children that you spit on, as they try to change their worlds are. immune to your consultations. They’re. quite aware of what they’re going through…” - David Bowie
Dear Mrs. Ratliff…we accept
the fact that we had to sacrifice a
whole Saturday in detention for
whatever it was that we did wrong,
what we did was wrong. But we think
you’re crazy to make us write this
essay telling you who we think we
are, what do you care? You see us
as you want to see us…in the
simplest terms and the most
convenient definitions. You see us
as a brain, an athlete, a basket
case, a princess and a criminal.
Correct? That’s the way we saw each
other at seven o'clock this morning.
We were brainwashed…
This is Hawkins, okay? You wanna know the worst thing that’s ever happened here in the four years I’ve been working here? Do you wanna know the worst thing? It was when an owl attacked Eleanor Gillespie’s head because it thought that her hair was a nest.
Wesley hung up and closed his eyes. His head pounded as he lightly lifted his glasses and squeezed the bridge of his nose. The day had just begun and he was already was done. He put his phone in his pocket and adjusted his suit jacket before walking out to the car. He nodded at a tall, blond man who was waiting. “Francis, we’re going to the south east side. Our employer wants me to deliver the treaty to the Russians.” The man nodded and opened the door for Wesley as he climbed in. After a second the man climbed in the other door as the car took off.
“What are you bringing them?” Francis asked, his brow furrowing. Wesley was silent for a moment, staring out the window before looking at him.
“Is it wrong to bring the Russians vodka?” Wesley’s lips curled into a smirk. Francis tried not to laugh. “We are bringing them vodka and a part of a deal they can’t refuse. If they join us…we will have everything we need. Nobu joined us yesterday and a few weeks ago Madame Gao’s operation joined us. Things are going according to plan.” Francis nodded and fell silent.
Before long they pulled up to an old building and Wesley got out. “Stay in the car. I’ll handle them.” Francis frowned but nodded as Wesley entered the building, a large bottle in hand.