everyone who has written a steve x eddie x reader fic deserves a nobel prize
Some production stills that I haven’t seen widely shared!
hii, I just wanted to say that I’m loving your breakfast club fanfic (can’t wait for the next parts). the breakfast club is my absolute favorite movie (I rewatched it yesterday mainly because of the comparisons between Eddie and John Bender) I loved your mashup idea 💗
Thank you so much!!! It’s one of my favourites too so I hope I’m doing it justice. This was so sweet of you ty ❤️❤️❤️
Being Bad Feels Pretty Good, Huh?
Previous chapters: Part I
Author’s note: Thank you so much to everyone who liked, reblogged and commented on the first chapter!! Receiving such nice feedback has been overwhelming 🥺
Across the hall, Higgins came flying out of his office and into the library, letting the doors fall shut behind him. “What the hell are you kids doing?!” he screamed, eyes quickly zeroing in on Eddie.
“Nothing, sir, we haven’t moved,” Nancy was the person Higgins was most likely to believe and happened to be telling the truth, but that still wasn’t enough.
“Bullshit. Munson, what did you do to the lights?” Higgins walked closer to Eddie’s desk, staring him down in what you could only assume was an attempt at intimidation.
“Nothing, sir, it’s like Wheeler said – I’ve been sitting here the entire time,” Eddie gave Higgins his best cocky smile, but you could see his hand shaking under the desk. Fortunately for Eddie, the lights flickered once more, forcing Higgins to conclude that maybe the electrical malfunctions were not his doing.
“I’m watching you. Remember: I’m just across the hall, so no funny business, or I've got you in here for the rest of your natural born life,” Higgins announced, once again focusing on Eddie, before turning and storming back across the hall.
“But seriously… what was that? And did anyone else hear a growl?” Nail Biter asked as soon as Higgins was out of earshot.
“I did, but it didn’t sound like any kind of animal I’m familiar with,” Nancy replied.
While they were talking, Eddie stood up and walked towards the main set of library doors, quickly removing a screw, causing the doors to slam shut.
“Eddie, that's, that's school property there... you know, it doesn't belong to us. It's something not to be toyed with,” Nancy cautioned.
“If there’s some rabid animal in the school, you’re going to be thanking me when it’s on the other side of those doors and can’t get in,” Eddie grinned.
Summoned by the sound of the doors slamming, Higgins stormed back into the library, shouting, “Why is that door closed?”
Eddie’s response was quick and an almost-genuine sounding, “How're we supposed to know? We're not supposed to move, right?” You could almost hear his eyelashes fluttering at Higgins.
Higgins turned to you and asked, “Why?”
“We were just sitting here, like we were supposed to…” Higgins, dismissing your response with an obnoxiously loud sigh, turned to Nail Biter next.
“Why, Robin?” Well, at least you now knew her name.
Robin just shrugged at him.
Higgins rounded on Eddie, stage-whispering, “Give me that screw…”
Eddie simply smiled and said, “I don’t have it, sir.”
Higgins, looking angrier than you’d ever seen him, shouted, “You want me to yank you outta that seat and shake it out of you?”
Ignoring your instinct for self-preservation, you chose this moment to interrupt. “Excuse me, sir, why would anybody want to steal a screw?”
That got a smile out of Eddie, and he added, “I don't have it... screws fall out all of the time, the world's an imperfect place...”
Higgins had evidently decided that his interrogation tactics weren’t working, and stormed over to the doors, dragging a folding chair with him that he then used to try and keep them propped open.
The doors immediately slammed shut. “Goddammit!” you heard him shout, followed by, “Steve Harrington, get up here. Come on, front and centre, let’s go.”
Steve shot you a look while trying to suppress a laugh and made his way over to Higgins.
As Steve was trying to wrestle a magazine rack in front of the door on Higgins’ orders, Eddie shouted, “Hey, how come Steve gets to get up? If he gets up, we’ll all get up, it’ll be anarchy!”
You, Nancy and Robin all laughed at that, but Steve was busy demonstrating to Higgins that the magazine rack was now blocking the entire entryway.
Eddie pointed this out, saying, “That's very clever sir, but what if there's a fire? I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children would be unwise at this juncture in your career, sir.”
After considering Eddie’s words, Higgins turned to Steve and started shouting at him to put the magazine rack back where he found it.
Walking back to the group, Higgins pointed at Eddie and says, “You’re not fooling anybody, Munson! The next screw that falls out is gonna be you!” Eddie smirked but said nothing. With that, Higgins stalked back to his office, not bothering to prevent the library door from slamming shut behind him.
Somewhere above you, the clock struck 10:00. As you sat at your desk, fiddling with your class ring, Eddie jumped up onto the railing he was sitting on before Steve had insulted him. He grabbed a nearby book and started tearing it apart and tossing the pages around.
Steve wandered over, frowning. “That’s real intelligent,” he fired at Eddie.
Eddie simply smirked and said, “You’re right… It’s wrong to destroy literature. It’s such fun to read, and Molet really pumps my nads.”
You chuckled but couldn’t resist correcting him. “Molière,” you said, smiling at Eddie. He looked at you, seemingly shocked at being the recipient of a genuine smile from you.
“I love his work,” Nancy interjected.
Eddie threw the book behind him and moved on to the card catalogue, picking out the cards one by one and throwing them on the floor. “Big deal. Nothing to do when you’re locked in a vacancy,” he sighed.
Steve, who was now stretching his legs on the railing, scoffed and said, “Speak for yourself.”
Eddie fired back, “Do you think I’d speak for you? I don’t even know your language,” and you rushed to cover your mouth before anyone realised you were laughing.
Ignoring Eddie, Steve turned your way and asked, “Are you grounded tonight?” Eddie eyes flashed from Steve to you, looking darker than you’d ever seen them. Was Steve’s transparent attempt at making him jealous working?
“I don’t know. My mom said I was but my dad told me to just blow her off,” you replied.
“There’s a big party at Tommy’s, his parents in Europe. Should be pretty wild…” Steve smirked at Eddie, clearly desperate to see how devastated he would be at the news people he didn’t like were throwing a rager he wasn’t invited to.
You’d heard about Tommy’s party, and truthfully, even if you weren’t potentially grounded, you had no interest in going. Those parties were all the same: keg stands, loud music, drunk guys, drunker girls, and a million regrets the next day.
Snapping back to reality, you realised that Steve had just asked if you could go. “I doubt it,” you sighed, pretending to be completely broken up about it and hoping he bought it.
“How come?” Steve asked. God, he was persistent.
“Well 'cause if I do what my mother tells me not to do, it's because my father says it's okay. There's like this whole big monster deal, it's endless and it's a total drag. It's like any minute: divorce…” you trailed off.
“Who do you like better?” This time the question didn’t come from Steve, but Eddie, who had evidently been following your entire exchange.
Rephrasing his question, Eddie tried again. “You like your old man better than your mom?”
“They’re both strict,” you admitted.
“No, I mean, if you had to choose between them,” Eddie continued. For some reason, his prying didn’t bother you the way Steve’s did.
“I dunno, I'd probably go live with my brother. I mean, I don't think either one of them gives a shit about me, it's like they use me just to get back at each other,” you sighed.
Steve scoffed, obviously annoyed by you blowing him off. “You’re just feeling sorry for yourself,” he said.
“Yeah, well if I didn’t nobody else would,” you blurted out. God, you sounded whiny. You looked over at Eddie, hoping he hadn’t noticed the wobble in your voice just now.
Eddie hopped down from the railing and approached Steve. “Harrington. Do you get along with your parents?”
Steve turned to face Eddie and replied, “Well if I say yes, I’m an idiot, right?”
Eddie just laughed and said, “You’re an idiot anyway, but if you say you get along with your parents, then you’re a liar too.”
Not waiting for Steve’s response, Eddie walked to the front of the room and announced, “I wanna go and check out whatever made that sound.”
“No! Or at least, you shouldn’t go alone. Who knows what could be out there?” Your façade of indifference was quickly crumbling, and Eddie seemed almost pleased by that.
“Are you offering to accompany me, princess?” Eddie smirked.
You looked around at the others, none of whom seemed particularly excited by the prospect of spending one-on-one time with Eddie The Freak. “I guess so,” you sighed.
“Bitchin’. Let’s go!” Eddie sent another of his dazzling grins your way, momentarily rendering you speechless, before bowing and holding his hand out to you. You ignored it, but stood up and followed him to the library doors.
Eddie stuck his head out, checking that the coast was clear before exiting and motioning for you to follow. “Which direction are we going in? I couldn’t tell where the sound came from…” you whispered.
“I think it came from the cafeteria,” Eddie responded, before confidently marching off in that direction. You jogged to catch up with him, reaching his side before he turned a corner and continued walking towards the cafeteria.
“I’m Eddie, by the way,” he smiled and held his hand out for you to shake.
“I know. I’m pretty sure everyone in this school knows,” you laughed and shook his hand.
“My reputation precedes me then?” He laughed in response; a genuine, soft laugh, not like the harsh ones he directed at Steve.
“It’s pretty hard to miss a guy who stands up on lunch tables in order to insult everybody.”
“I hope you weren’t insulted by my tirade the other day, sweetheart. I certainly didn’t mean to include you in my list of idiots at this school,” the small smile and sideways glance your way that accompanied this statement suggested Eddie wasn’t joking, which took you by surprise.
“I wasn’t offended, I barely like the people I hang out with myself,” your mouth was moving so much faster than your brain — did you really just say that to Eddie Munson?
“Oh really? And why is that?”
“They’re great when you want to have fun, go shopping, talk about boys or celebrities, but… that’s about it. There’s nothing underneath the surface. And they can be so mean,” you sighed, deciding that since you’d started being honest with him, you may as well continue.
“And you’re not like that,” Eddie responded, a statement of fact rather than a question. Perhaps, like you, he was remembering an incident earlier that week when you’d stood up to Jason in front of everyone and told him to leave Eddie alone. Even now, you aren’t quite sure why you did that, but it had the advantage of causing Jason to avoid you for the rest of the week, so it was worth it.
“I hope I’m not. I try not to be, but there don’t seem to be very many options in high school for what kind of person you can be: popular, a jock, a nerd, a freak…” you glanced at Eddie, hoping you hadn’t just offended him.
“You’re right. And thank you for standing up to Jason for me. You really didn’t have to do that.” Was Eddie… blushing? It was hard to tell considering the only light in the hallway was filtering in through the windows, but you thought he was.
“I know, but I wanted to. He’s an asshole and you don’t deserve it,” you shrugged.
He looked at you, giving you another small smile, but said nothing, so you figured the conversation was over. The pair of you continued to walk towards the cafeteria in silence, finally finding the doors, which Eddie quickly discovered had been left unlocked.
Walking into the dark and cavernous cafeteria, you felt genuinely afraid for the first time all day, goosebumps breaking out on your arms. You were immensely grateful that you weren’t alone, and that Eddie seemed so confident and unafraid.
“Nothing out of the ordinary… yet,” Eddie observed. You nodded, and you both continued to walk towards the kitchen at the back of the room.
At the kitchen door, you immediately realised something was off. Bags of flour, sugar, and other ingredients had been torn open and thrown around the room. A fridge door was hanging off its hinges, and an oven door had been smashed in.
“Did the rabid dogs try to bake something?” You joked.
Eddie laughed, but there was real concern in his eyes as he quickly went back to scanning the room. You walked towards the back of the room and the doors that lead outside, noticing a smear of red paint for the first time.
“Wait. Don’t touch that,” Eddie cautioned, walking towards you. “I think that’s blood.”
how long do you guys reckon joe had to squat for during the skull rock scene because just watching that hurt my thighs
behind the scenes of “Stranger Things” S4
i just don’t understand how it’s legal to look like this
I did not realise that was an official Netflix image lmaoooo why did they make Eddie so jacked 💀💀💀
dying at joseph including this on his eddie playlist skxksodowjdowsh someone please write a fic that involves eddie serenading someone with this song
this photo of jamie as vecna and sadie laughing is killing me
Definitely still sign the petition, but I thought I’d add this for anyone looking for more info:
Go Vilnius (the city’s tourism org) posted a media release about this on 25 May (dead link here), prompting Time Out to write it up the next day. That article is still up, and it includes a link to the Airbnb listing, which is how I learned that it has since been removed (the link is to the listing but will redirect to the Airbnb homepage).
Not sure if they’re just going to rework it or scrap it completely, but considering the way Go Vilnius writes about the prison on their website (they don’t mention the Nazis once), I’m not convinced they’re capable of handling this sensitively without pushback. So definitely keep signing!
Hey, Stranger Things fans. I know we love the show but the show and Netflix doing harm to Jewish and Romani communities right now. When the filmed in Lithuania for the past season it was in a jail used by the Nazis. Stranger Things, Netflix and Airbnb have partnered to turn this historical Holocaust site into an aesthetic hotel for the show. Please look at and sign this petition to help stop this act of Holocaust erasure https://chng.it/2rqnyg4c5Y
Not only that we have seen the show reposting and encouraging fans getting number tattoos inspired by the show. This is to reminiscent of how Nazis branded the Jewish and Romani during this time and actively mocks them and is a massive insult to the living memory of the survivors of this genocide.
Please sign the petition and if you want to learn more about this and other antisemetism work I highly recommend checking out @analyzingantisemitism on Titkok!
Being Bad Feels Pretty Good, Huh?
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader
Summary: Slight AU where Steve, Eddie, Nancy, Robin and you are seniors (and 18) at the same time, Eddie having already repeated senior year once already. They’ve all found themselves in Saturday detention, and are expecting it to be a fairly boring experience. A visitor from another dimension and a lot of weed ensure that won’t be the case.
Warnings: Canon-typical drug references and violence, angst, fluff, kissing. 16+ only please!
Author’s note: This is basically a ridiculous Stranger Things x The Breakfast Club mashup I felt compelled to write because of the similarities between Eddie and Bender (Joe even mentioned that people had been saying as much to him in an interview with Vulture). Characters belong to the Duffer Brothers (except for Reader), while much of the dialogue (and the premise) belongs to John Hughes.
"...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
Saturday, March 23, 1985.
Hawkins High School, Hawkins, Indiana.
Dear Mr. Higgins,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was that we did wrong. Unfortunately, something else came up, and we couldn’t write those essays you asked for. Sorry about that.
Regardless, 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...
“I can't believe you can't get me out of this... I mean it's so absurd I have to be here on a Saturday! It's not like I'm a defective or anything,” you sighed. You were stalling, you knew that, but you really didn’t want to walk into school for the sixth day in a row. I mean, Detention? On a Saturday? Seriously?
“I'll make it up to you. Honey, ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective. Have a good day.” Kissing your dad goodbye, you begrudgingly stepped out of his car and into the still-chilly late March air.
You hadn’t even wanted to cut class, necessarily. But you were panicking about what dress to wear to your best friend’s party that weekend, and she convinced you it would be a good idea to take an ‘extended lunch break’ and go to the mall. You were technically getting lunch, after all. You just so happened to also be buying a few other things. Not that the principal found that excuse remotely convincing.
So here you were. Walking to the library obscenely early on a Saturday morning to spend the day in detention with a bunch of other kids who probably did way worse shit than you to earn their spots alongside you.
You were the first to arrive, of course, although that girl who edited the school paper was close behind you, carrying a disorganised stack of sheets and holding a pen between her teeth. You wanted to say her name was… Natalie? But you weren’t sure, so you said nothing.
Steve Harrington walked in soon after, and moved to sit a couple of seats down from you, despite the largely empty room. You figured it was because you ran in somewhat similar circles — he was a jock, you were a popular girl — and he’d rather end up spending all day next to you than some burnout.
As if summoned by your internal monologue, Eddie Munson strolled in, swiping a notepad off the librarian’s desk on the way in. He was dressed in his usual uniform – ripped black jeans, a t-shirt from his weird nerd club, a leather jacket, and a denim vest covered in an assortment of patches and pins. He quickly made himself comfortable, putting his feet up on the desk and leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head with a shit-eating grin on his face. What was there to be so happy about, exactly? Then again, this was probably more of a social life than he was used to — maybe he was excited.
A girl you didn’t recognise shuffled in while Eddie whistled to himself, swinging back and forth on the chair’s back legs. She was carrying a musical instrument of some sort. God, you hoped she didn’t plan on using today’s detention to practice. A headache was the last thing you needed right now.
Finally, Principal Higgins walked in. Before he could get a word out, you pounced. “Excuse me, sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but... um... I don't think I belong in here…”
Other than directing a smirk your way, he ignored you completely. “It is now 7:06. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways. And you may not talk. You will not move from these seats.”
Noticing Eddie already starting to doze, he walked over and grabbed his chair, forcing him upright. “And you will not sleep.” Eddie seemed unfazed by the Principal’s threatening tone, shooting you another one of his shit-eating grins. You felt a blush start to creep its way up towards your cheeks, so you turned around before he could notice. What was happening?
Most likely because of who you hung out with, people assumed you were… experienced when it came to dating, but you weren’t. You didn’t want to bring anyone home who your parents wouldn’t approve of, but the types of guys they approved of didn’t interest you all that much. Take Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, for instance. Nice guy, not the sharpest tool in the shed, good family, swim team co-captain. Your parents would’ve loved him, but he didn’t do anything for you. When he smiled at you before sitting two seats down, you felt nothing.
You sorely wished you could say the same about when Eddie Munson grinned at you just now, but you would be lying. Were those honest-to-god butterflies in your stomach? Over Eddie Munson of all people? How embarrassing. Your friends would never let you hear the end of it if they knew.
You were so distracted by these thoughts — thoughts of Eddie Munson’s incomprehensibly perfect smile — that you missed what Principal Higgins was saying. Something about an essay? Since when did detention come with its own homework?
You heard him say to Eddie, “And when I say essay, I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Mr. Munson?”
“Crystal,” he responded, drumming a rhythm on the table with his fingers. Was he capable of sitting still? You could already tell he was going to be a distraction today, which you absolutely did not need if you were going to actually have to be productive and write an entire essay.
Principal Higgins continued, “Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even decide whether or not you care to return.”
In response to that, Natalie-or-whatever-her-name-was shot out of her chair, practically falling over herself to say, “You know, I can answer that right now sir... That'd be "No", no for me.”
“Sit down, Miss Wheeler”. Wheeler, that was her name — Nancy Wheeler, editor of the school paper. Nice enough girl, but way too studious for your liking.
Eddie resumed whistling that vaguely familiar tune, and you were suddenly too distracted to continue listening to any more of Higgins’ instructions. They probably weren’t that important anyway. What was that song?
“Any questions?” Higgins asked, looking around the room.
“Yeah, I got a question.” Eddie piped up. Oh no. “Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?”
As you tried — and failed — to suppress a laugh, Higgins responded, “I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Munson, next Saturday. Don't mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns.” With that, he turned and left the room, crossing the hall to his office and closing the door.
“That man,” Eddie said, pointing towards the door, “is a brownie hound.”
Nobody responded, because of that whole ‘no talking’ rule, but internally, you had to agree with Eddie — Higgins was a total narc.
In the near-total silence of the room, you heard a clicking noise, and turned around to look for the source. Everyone else had the same idea, which resulted in all of you turning around to look at the girl sitting at the back of the room, chewing off her fingernails like they were her only source of sustenance. Noticing the stares, she paused, looking back at everyone.
“You keep eating your hand and you're not gonna be hungry for lunch,” Eddie quipped. Nail Biter responded by flipping him the bird and pulling out a pencil case and a sketchpad.
Eddie had graduated from whistling and was now singing, and you recognised the song as ‘Sunshine of Your Love’ by Cream. Not exactly your taste, but you had an older brother who had dreams of making it big with his band, so you had an appreciation for all sorts of music you wouldn’t otherwise listen to.
“I can't believe this is really happening to me,” you muttered aloud to no one in particular, although Steve shot you a sympathetic glance.
Eddie stopped singing abruptly and exclaimed, “Oh shit! What are we supposed to do if we have to take a piss?”
You rolled your eyes in response, adding, “Oh, please,” for good measure.
He continued, “You gotta go, you gotta go,” and before you knew it, you heard the sound of a fly unzipping. What the fuck? You turned away as Steve said, “Hey, you’re not urinating in here, man”.
Eddie, seemingly undeterred by Steve’s reprimand, cried, “Don't talk! Don't talk! It makes it crawl back up!” The Nail Biter up the back was laughing at this performance, while you were blushing and torn between watching it unfold and looking away before you saw something disturbing.
“You whip it out and you’re dead before the first drop hits the floor,” Steve threatened. Eddie shot back, “You’re pretty sexy when you get angry, Harrington”, but he zipped his fly back up and put his feet back on the desk.
“He’s just doing it to get a rise out of you, Steve — ignore him,” you whispered to Steve, although your advice was as much for yourself as it was for Steve.
Evidently you hadn’t been quiet enough, because Eddie was quick to respond with, “Sweetheart, you couldn’t ignore me if you tried.” Your cheeks turned bright red, and you thanked God or whoever was looking out for you that he couldn’t see your face right then.
After a few minutes of blessed silence, Eddie hauled himself out of his chair, walked over to the railing next to where you were sitting, and sat down. “What do you say we close that door. We can't have any kind of party with Higgins checking us out every few seconds,” he grinned.
“I think the door’s supposed to stay open,” Nancy, whose desk was covered in sheets of paper you now realised must have been proofs for the school paper, countered.
“So what?” Eddie shrugged.
“So why don’t you just shut up? There’s four other people in here, you know,” Steve shouted, having failed to take your advice about not taking Eddie’s bait.
“You can count! I knew you had to be smart to be a jock,” Eddie pretended to applaud Steve, whose face was growing redder by the minute.
“You know, Munson, 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. I mean, How many times have you had to repeat senior year now?” Steve fired back. You raised your eyebrows, shocked at how mean this was quickly becoming — you’d heard that Eddie had failed a couple of classes and had to repeat senior year in order to graduate, but mentioning it was a low blow.
It seemed to do the job, however, because Eddie hopped down from the railing and went back to his seat, sitting in it normally for the first time all morning. Were your eyes deceiving you, or did he look a little… dejected? Surely not. Surely someone as confident as Eddie Munson wouldn’t let Steve Harrington’s words get to them.
Since you’d missed Higgins’ instructions about this essay you were expected to write, you turned to Steve, about to ask him what the essays had to be about. As you leaned over, you heard a crash, and what sounded like a growl, from somewhere deeper in the school.
“Did anyone else hear that?” Nail Biter asked. You all turned to look at each other. At that moment, the lights began to flicker.