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dreamofbecoming · 8 months

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ok fuck it context now on ao3

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“I’m freaking out, man!”

“You’re what? Why? This is like, what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it?”

“I mean, yeah, dude, but now it’s here, it’s happening, and tomorrow it’ll be done and I can’t take it back!”

“Do you want to take it back? Because I think that’s a terrible idea, but if it’s really what you want, I’ll sneak you out the back right now.”

Dustin deflates a little, slumping into the plush chair this weird little church greenroom was nice enough to provide. “No, I don’t want to leave. Of course I don’t.”

Steve puts his hands on Dustin’s shoulders, not massaging, just resting. He doesn’t want to smear too much of his scent onto him before the ceremony, but old habits die hard. Steve suspects he’s always going to want to scent the kids for comfort, even though they’re literally all grown and starting families of their own and don’t need their old omega babysitter anymore.

Case in point, Dustin’s wedding is meant to start in, oh, looks like about 25 minutes, so Steve has to smooth this crisis over double time.

“What’s really bothering you, Dust? You were over the moon yesterday, and the day before that, and every day since you and Susie proposed to each other. Hell, every day since you met! What’s going on now?”

There’s a pause, which is always unsettling coming from Dustin, who hasn’t shut up for more than twelve consecutive minutes in the decade plus Steve has known him, but then he sighs.

“She wants kids.”

Steve’s brow furrows. “And you…don’t?”

Dustin huffs, frustration rising in his scent. “It’s not that I don’t, it’s that I don’t know if it’s a good idea, you know?”

“And you guys haven’t talked about this before now? You’ve been together for like eleven years, dude!”

“We have, of course we have! I’m just thinking about the risks, Steve! I’m a beta, I can’t carry her pups, and pregnancies are dicey for alpha females! What if something happens?”

“First of all don’t call women females, it’s weird. Erica or Nance will definitely smack you for that, and you don’t need a black eye in your wedding photos.” Dustin nods, cringing a little.

“Second, pregnancy isn’t the only option, man, and also it’s her decision. If she wants to carry them, that’s a discussion you need to have with her, but you can’t just shut her down about it. She knew you were a beta when she decided to marry you. She picked you because she loves you, don’t go deciding for her she’s better off with someone else. And besides, if you decide it doesn’t feel right for both of you, you can talk about adoption, or surrogacy, or…I don’t know what all the options are, but I bet there’s tons! Hell, I’d carry for you guys, if you wanted.”

“You would?” Dustin’s eyes get big and shiny almost immediately, and shit, Steve’s gotta shut this down now. The groom can’t be going out there with red eyes and tear stains, Susie will murder Steve on principle.

But he can’t lie to Dustin. Swore he never would, not when it mattered. “Course I would, man, what’s family for? Aw hell, kid, don’t cry, your mate will run me over with her car if your photos are fucked up because of me.”

“I just- I can’t believe you’d do that for me! You don’t even know if I’ll be any good at it!”

Ah, so that’s what this is really about.

“Of course you’ll be good at it, Henderson. You’d be an incredible dad, any kid would be lucky to have you. I mean, your kids are gonna turn out to be nerd city, but that was always a given.”

Dustin gives him a bitchy little eye roll, which was of course Steve’s aim. He still smells anxious, though.

“How can you be sure, though? It’s not like I have any idea what a dad is supposed to be like, you know? It’s why I kept latching onto older male figures, no offense to you and Eddie.”

Little shit. “You should be so lucky, you little twerp.”

Dustin shoves him away, but he’s grinning now, and his scent is slowly returning to the lemon-bright joy that colors it so often Steve just associates it with Dustin’s base scent at this point, so he’ll take the win.

“You really wanna know how I know you’ll make a great dad, Dustybun?”

“Don’t fucking call me that, today’s supposed to be my day!”

“I’m your best man, I’ll call you whatever I want. Seriously though, I have a story for you.”

“A story, huh? I don’t know, Eddie’s more the storyteller in your relationship…”

“I’m gonna go out there and tell your bride to delay the ceremony because you shat your slacks and need new ones, you menace.”

“Okay, okay!” Dustin laughs. “Tell your story.”

“I was gonna put this in my speech later, but I think you need to hear it now, and honestly it might be more about me than you, and I don’t want to steal the spotlight or anything.”

“Not worried about that, but I’m intrigued.”

“You know how when you’re a kid, you learn how to pick out emotion scents by context clues, from like your family and stuff?”

Dustin lifts an unimpressed eyebrow. “Yes, Steve, I’m aware of one of the foundational tenets of our society, which we all personally experienced.”

“Almost fifteen years I’ve known you, and your attitude hasn’t improved one bit, you know that?”

Dustin waves imperiously for him to continue. Steve glares at him, but they really are running short on time.

“You ever know a kid who had like, a gap? Some feeling they had never run into before, so they didn’t know what the smell meant?” Dustin shakes his head, looking curious.

“There was this girl in my class when we were like, seven? Eight? Something like that. Anyway, she borrowed Tommy’s favorite eraser, one of those animal-shaped ones with the faces printed on? He loved that thing. The girl, Cassie, she broke it, by accident. Tommy lost his shit. I’d never seen him so angry. And like, you know how little kids emotions don’t really come through that strong? He smelled like, grown-up angry. Filled the whole room. Freaked the teacher out, too. Everyone’s backing the hell up out of Tommy’s way, even me. But Cassie was just confused. Because no adult in her life had ever been truly angry around her, so she hadn’t learned what it smelled like yet.”

Dustin is listening avidly, looking gratifyingly similar to how he does when Eddie DMs.

“Anyway, Tommy slapped her so hard it left a bruise, got his dumb ass suspended. But I just remember being so jealous, you know? Can you imagine? Eight years old and never knew what anger smelled like. Hell, at that point anger was just what home smelled like to me.”

Aw shit, now Dustin just smells sad.

“Do you remember when I drove you to the Snow Ball?”

Dustin’s got his thinking face on now, trying to figure out why Steve keeps jumping all over the place. Sue him, he’s no Eddie.

He nods anyway.

“Before you got out of the car, when I told you I’d come back to pick you up, you gave me this huge smile, and the car filled up with something I’d never smelled before. Not really, anyway. Maybe like, in passing, you know? Like in the hallway at school, but always faint and never towards me, so I never focused on it.”

Dustin’s eyebrows are totally scrunched up now, little genius brain whirring away. Goddamn brat never had any patience.

“I didn’t ask about it, because I wasn’t sure it was important, and also a little because I felt like enough of a caveman around you little rocket scientist dweebs I didn’t need you explaining feelings to me too, but I kept smelling it from you after that. And from El, and a little from Lucas and Max and even once from your mom, but it was just confusing, you know? I couldn’t figure out what was causing it, so I had no context clues to figure out what it meant.

“And then at Starcourt, after Robin and I went to go puke up those Russian drugs—”

“Ditched me and Erica who were very responsibly trying to wrangle you, you mean.”

“Tomato, tomahto, kid. Anyway, I told her I had a crush on her and she panicked and came out to me, so I switched to making fun of her crush so she would know I was okay with it, and suddenly there was that smell again. First time I ever smelled it coming from her. So after everything was done, I asked her.”

“Oh, so you’ll ask her, but not me? Hurtful, Steve.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, shithead, because Robbie already knew I was a moron, and she was never gonna want to go out with me, so I didn’t need to impress her. I could look stupid to Rob back then, but I still wanted you guys to think I was cool.”

“Steve, buddy, my brother, my best friend, my favorite jock please don’t tell Lucas I said that, we literally never thought you were cool.”

“Now who’s being hurtful?”

“Just the truth, Munson. I tell it like it is.”

“Ugh, whatever. The point is, I asked Bobbie what she felt for me in that bathroom, and she told me that’s when she realized she would love me forever. That we were going to be best friends.”

Dustin looks stricken.

“That’s what I was smelling all that time. Honey. That’s what I smelled in the car in the Hawkins Middle parking lot. You loved me. You were literally the first person in my whole life who ever did.”

“Steve—”

“This isn’t—look, I know it’s kind of sad and pathetic for kid Steve, but this isn’t about that. It’s not about me, okay? It’s about how my whole life turned around the day Dustin Henderson decided he loved me, because he never stopped. Not for a single second of the last thirteen years, and because you loved me then, I have a platonic soulmate and a horde of little siblings and a mate I adore and more friends than I can count on all my fingers and toes! You’re the one who encouraged me to go to cosmetology school, you’re the one who introduced me to Eddie, you’re the one who stood by me and let me crash on your mom’s couch when my parents kicked me out. My life is full of love, and joy, and purpose, and it all started with you, Dustin. I’m here because you loved me, and because once you started loving me you never stopped. I have smelled honey on you every single day since the 1984 Snow Ball, and that’s how I know you’ll be an incredible father. Because if you have all that love for a washed up ex-jock omega nobody had ever loved before? You’ll have all that and more times a million for any kid lucky enough to call you Dad.”

They’re both crying by now. Susie is gonna kill them for sure, but as Dustin buries himself in Steve’s arms like he’s still six inches shorter, Steve decides it doesn’t matter. This is worth it.

There’s a knock at the door, just in time it seems.

“Dingus, baby Dingus, you in there? T minus 5 minutes, boys, stick those feet in the oven if you gotta!”

“Yeah, Bobs, I hear you! We’ll be out in a sec, no cold feet in sight.”

“Roger that, bubba! I’ll inform the bride!” He can hear her racing off, probably dancing with pre-wedding excitement. For a cynical lesbian who has a new girlfriend every month and swears marriage is an archaic institution built on misogyny and omegaphobia, she sure does love weddings.

“You ready, kid?”

Dustin has taken the brief interlude as an opportunity to splash his face with water from the sink in the corner, so he doesn’t look like he’s been crying to into Steve’s shoulder, but Steve makes sure to straighten his tie and finger comb his curls back into place.

“Yeah, I think I’m ready.” He looks at Steve for a long moment, then throws his arms around him one last time. “I’m really glad you’re my brother, Steve.”

Steve squeezes him tighter for a moment, breathing in the familiar scent of lemon and cut grass and honey. Of family. Of love.

“Yeah, kid. Me too.”

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will80sbyers · 3 months

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They need to meet in the show 😭

#Dustin x Suzie #duzie #dustin henderson #suzie bingham #stranger things

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chaosgremlinmunson · 3 months

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So after a week of having this chapter done I finally remembered to post it, here's chapter three of Fae Steddie.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #steve x eddie #fanfiction #robin buckley #Dustin Henderson #suzie bingham #fae folk au #lia writes #my writing

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 1 year

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*Eddie after meeting El for the first time*

Eddie: So does this mean Suzie is real too?

Lucy: Yah.

Eddie: *realizing Dustin and Mike both had girlfriends before he did*

Eddie: Well fuck me I guess.

#stranger things #eddie munson #lucy henderson #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #eleven #jane hopper #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x henderson!reader #leddie #incorrect lucy quotes #staranger things oc #suzie bingham

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lamestteenagegirlever · 2 years

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“this is my boyfriend, dustin! this is dustins friend el, el’s girlfriend max, max’s boyfriend lucas, lucas’s boyfriend will, and will’s boyfriend mike!”

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stranger-chichka · 1 year

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Does it… ring any bells?

He’s the one who catches up everything D&D related:

+ he sings “Never Ending Story” which is also the title of the book.

#stranger things x a wrinkle in time #stranger things x neverending story #stranger things d&d #stranger things rainbows #dustin henderson #suzie bingham #argyle #jonathan byers #byler #i feel like dustin and argyle should interract in s5 #the rainbows surrounding byler insane amount of times #i forgot to include the heart from mike's basement with a rainbow and a cloud on it we see only in s1 #'rhymes that keep our secrets will unfold behind the clouds' > 'without a heart we'd all fall apart'#and jonathan with his 'it's true. all true' because he knows about the feelings of these two

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chuchayucca · 9 months

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Them

App: IbisPaintX

Date: 8/13/23

(Reblogs are appreciated)

#stranger things #dustin henderson #suzie bingham #stranger things fanart #fanart #dustin x suzie #suzie x dustin #duzie #artists on tumblr #chuchayucca #my art #stranger things netflix #digital art #stranger things spoilers #spoilers

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incredipuppy · 11 months

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🎶🎵Turn around…look at what you seeeeeeeeee🎵🎶

#stranger things #stranger things fanart #suzie bingham #Suzie bingham fanart #Dustin Henderson #dustin henderson fanart #suzie x dustin #dustin x suzie #duzie fanart #duzie #stranger things Dustin #stranger things suzie #my art

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nothoughts-onlywomen · 1 year

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lumax parenthood/babies headcanons (because i miss them)

four kids. first baby is planned. second baby is planned but then it ends up being fraternal twins. the last baby is a total surprise.

first child: christine. (“after the car?” “yes, after the murderous car. no, idiot. I just like the name.”) ironically she's born in the car (she comes a bit too fast and furious for them to get to the hospital in time) but max wants the name because she heard it in the stephen king book and liked it. caramel skin. dark curly hair. feisty, stubborn, rambunctious, a real spitfire. lucas jokes that she gets it from her mother, and this usually earns him a swat on the head from his wife. but christine can be sweet when she wants to be. she’s a total daddy’s girl. she likes to hand paint, and covers her room walls with loud, happy paintings full of vivid splotches. eventually she tries to skateboard, but is very impatient with her initial lack of skill, and max decides to hold off until christine is a little older. little does she know that christine's skill on a skateboard almost comes to rival hers.

second and third children: miles and louis. born at home with a midwife on a blustery fall evening. lucas gains a whole new respect for his wife as he watches her birth two babies like a goddamn warrior. miles is first, squalling and indignant. same caramel skin and dark hair, though it looks more straight like his dad's. he’s scrappy like his older sister, but fiercely loving. he and christine bicker so much that max starts imposing time limits on how long an argument is allowed to last before consequences start happening. miles loves being outside, climbing trees and getting muddy and tracking dirt all over the kitchen floor from his escapades. he wants to skateboard too, but his parents want to wait until the latest of his bumps and bruises and scrapes have healed before letting him try. since he is constantly getting new ones from climbing trees and playing games with the neighborhood kids, max and lucas have decided to shelve the subject for now. louis is born four minutes after his brother, quieter and less imposing. his skin is a bit lighter than the caramel of his brother and sister, and his hair is red. he has max's more well-hidden traits: reserved and intelligent. he's kind, too. louis loves the outdoors, like miles, but he's much more content to take his magnifying glass outside and watch the bugs crawl in the yard. he has amassed a small collection of rocks and pinecones. he and lucas have pooled their collections together. it's a fun little thing they share.

fourth (and LAST, max tells lucas pointedly) child: charlotte, though they call her lottie. born quietly and easily in the tub on a rainy spring afternoon. her skin is lighter like louis', but her hair is dark like her father's. she's sweet, shy, and affectionate. max doesn't know where she came from. unlike her sister, she's more attached to max, and max can often be seen walking around their house with lottie on her hip, lottie's chubby hand clenching a handful of her mother's long red hair. she likes clouds and watches them while her brothers play outside and her sister attempts yet again to skateboard. eventually, max tries to gauge lottie's interest in skateboarding, but she is not as gung-ho about it as her sister. max and lucas constantly wonder aloud to each other what lottie's interests will be as she gets older.

max is incredibly calm during childbirth. so measured, so focused. so much so that lucas is like "god my WIFE. LOOK AT HER." in fact he is very much lucas "that's my wife" sinclair in all situations

max is the disciplinarian more often than she would like because lucas is such a sweet daddy that it's hard for him to break out of that. she and lucas are trying harder to share the wealth on enacting discipline.

max as a mom is the gentlest lucas has ever seen her. max is determined to give her kids the love and support she never got growing up. when the kids are all still little, max will sit in her rocking chair that she sat in when christine was a baby and read them stories. and they all sit on her lap and around her, nearly swallowing her whole with the group of them.

max sometimes wonders aloud to lucas when she can read them a stephen king story ("babe, we can't read them stephen king yet." "i can read some of the non-scary stories!").

max is the breadwinner and lucas is the stay-at-home dad. but max doesn't let her job keep her from spending enough time with the kiddos. she makes every moment for them that she can.

lucas LOVES being a daddy. he's HAPPY to be the stay-at-home parent and cook and play games and read bedtime stories and generally be the most loving and doting dad these kids could ask for.

four kids later and lucas and max still go on dates, and dance, and kiss, and softly giggle like they did when they were teenagers. max always wonders aloud how lucas does that, how he makes her feel so calm, so safe, while lucas brushes her hair away from her face and kisses his favorite spot, right between her eyebrows, murmuring that she deserves to feel loved and safe, and that she can always be sure she is safe with him. max is still not always sure how to respond to that, but she's learning to accept it rather than refute it.

and how could i forget some of the other members of the party (not all because i don't know who's going to survive s5). uncle dustin and aunt suzie's house is the most fun, because uncle dustin is always showing the boys some new thing he's invented or some new piece of technology he's been using. aunt erica's house is christine's favorite place, because aunt erica takes no shit, and christine likes that about her. aunt robin dotes on the kids, particularly lottie, and often treats max and lucas' youngest to long-winded, mostly one-sided conversations of how her wife vickie is so beautiful and how their dogs keep tearing up their socks and why they feel the need to do that, it doesn't make sense, while lottie watches her talk with rapt attention and slight overwhelm.

the sinclairs always take walks as a family. christine and the boys bicker about who gets to hold lottie's hand as she takes wobbly little toddler steps. max and lucas always hold hands during their walks. always. even if it's been a rough day. the only exception is when one or two of the kids wants to ride piggyback. louis likes max to carry him on her shoulders. christine piggybacks on lucas as he cradles lottie in the crook of his arm. miles is not as readily affectionate, but he makes sure to keep a tight hold of max's jacket.

they have movie nights, where the kids rotate choosing the movie. this movie night it's louis' choice and he wants the lion king ("again?" pouts christine, and lucas interjects "you got to choose when it was your day, now it's HIS day"). christine and the boys bicker on the blanket-covered floor and lottie cuddles against her mother on the couch. when lucas emerges from the kitchen and doles out all the snacks, both he and his wife exchange a look as they know christine and miles will eat too fast and get stomachaches, louis will fall asleep during the movie, and lottie will be too busy chewing her teething ring to pay it much mind. max leans into her husband as he sits down next to her, lottie still enveloped in her arms. and he puts his arm easily around her as she drinks in the feeling of home.

#warning: FLUFFY #lumax #lumax headcanon #stranger things #stranger things headcanon #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #lucas x max #max x lucas #robin buckley #erica sinclair #dustin henderson #suzie bingham #mucas

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milfformunson · 2 years

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Double Date (Part 2)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Eddie comes and helps (Y/N) unpack, but ends up unpacking more than just boxes. Part two to “Double Date” linked above.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F! Reader (Suzie’s older sister)

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI, Fluff, angst, reader has religious trauma, Mormonism, crying, mention of weed, food is mentioned more than once, F! Reader,

Word count: 4.1k

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Eddie drove a little too fast to Dustin’s and rang the doorbell repeatedly. An irritated, wet haired Henderson opened the door, scowling at Eddie.

“Sure, now you’re on time.” He rolled his eyes as Eddie pushed past him and paced the kitchen.

“Shut it Henderson. I need you to tell me everything you know about Mormons.” Eddie demanded.

“Don’t tell me you’re joining just for (Y/N). That’s crazy!” Dustin shouted.

“No! I don’t think I could set foot in any type of church without bursting into flames. I just want to know what they believe… if there’s any chance (Y/N) could ever… you know, like me.” Eddie said shyly.

Dustin rolled his eyes, motioning for Eddie to follow him to his room so he could finish his hair. Dustin gave Eddie the rundown on the basics of the religion, from what he’s heard from Suzie, and what he’s researched himself.

“Mormons are super-religious white people. They have a lot of rules they have to follow like no swearing, no smoking, no drugs, no drinking, no coffee, no tea, no tattoos, no piercings other than ears, no dating until 16-Suzie’s parents are more lenient on this with her because we’re long distance. They have to always wear longer shorts and t-shirts because of ‘modesty’ or whatever. They have this ‘law of chastity’ which is basically no sex or anything like that before marriage. They usually only date and marry other Mormons because they believe in order to get into Heaven you have to marry in their temple and you can only go in the temple if you’re a member and pay 10% of your income. When you go to the temple you get this special underwear you have to wear all the time, which is another reason they dress the way they do. They get married super young so they can pop out babies. Oh-and their founder ended up having like 40 wives.” Dustin said casually while applying gel to his curls.

Eddie sat on Dustin’s bed, mouth agape. “Please say you’re joking. There’s no way that’s real.”

Dustin shook his head. “It’s all true, according to Suzie.”

Eddie was astounded. They thought Hellfire was a cult when THAT existed? “That sounds…”

“Like a cult?” Dustin interjected.

“Exactly. It sounds like something I’d make up for a campaign.” Eddie agreed with a small laugh.

Dustin nodded, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m fucked, man. (Y/N) is never going to want to be friends with, let alone more, with a drug dealing metalhead.” Eddie flopped onto the bed, rubbing his hands over his face in exasperation.

“You never know until you try. Come on, Munson. I don’t want to be late.” Dustin declared.

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You had spent the morning fussing over what to wear, and Suzie was no help. She just sat there making snarky comments about trying to impress Eddie, even when you adamantly denied having a crush on him.

“You two were cuddling last night!” Suzie had argued.

“We were not! The couch is just…small. I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable on the floor.” You retorted. Suzie just rolled her eyes.

After applying a thin coat of mascara and lipgloss, you had to figure out how you were doing your hair. You sighed as you tossed it into a big claw clip. You didn’t know what you were supposed to wear to impress the boy that you met less than 24 hours ago that you definitely didn’t have a crush on while he helped you unpack. A knock on the door signaled they were here, so you quickly put on your overalls over your t-shirt.

Suzie opened the door to a bouncing Dustin holding a box of donuts in one hand and comics in the other.

“Dusty bun!” Suzie squealed, quickly grabbing the comics. Dustin shoved the box in your hands and the two of them quickly got situated on the beanbag chair in the living room.

“Um, Hi.” A nervous looking Eddie said, still standing outside of the front door. .

You smiled, motioning for him to come inside. “Hi, Eddie. Donut?” You said, offering him the box.

He shook his head “I’m okay, thank you.”

You nodded, taking out a maple donut with sprinkles and taking a bite. “Come on, most of the unpacking left is for my room.” He followed you down the hall, admiring the way your overalls hugged your butt.

Your room was pretty bare since you still had some furniture to buy. All that was in there was a queen sized mattress, a bookshelf, and a small writing desk. The remaining boxes were stacked against the wall in neat towers.

“You have a sprinkle on your face.” He pointed to your mouth.

Embarrassed, you quickly wiped your mouth, asking “did I get it?”

He laughed, shaking his head and stepping closer to you. He gently brushed the sprinkle off of your upper lip, his thumb lingering on your cheek. “Got it.” he whispered, his eyes locking onto yours.

“Thanks.” Your voice was barely a whisper. Butterflies filled your stomach and your face felt hot. How could such a simple act make you so…flustered?

“Any time, sweetness.” Eddie said, stepping back and clapping his hands. “So, where should we start?”

“What?” You were puzzled, still reeling from the contact.

Eddie smirked, motioning toward the boxes.

“Oh! Right. I have most of them labeled, so if you don’t mind starting on the books?”

“Do you have a specific way you want them organized?” He asked, opening the first box and sitting down in front of the bookshelf.

“I usually go alphabetically, but the ones in series stay together. But you can organize them however you want.” You smiled at him sweetly.

You opened a box of clothes and started hanging them, working in comfortable silence for a while. Eddie carefully scanned every book you owned, trying to get a glimpse into your mind. There were a lot of poetry books, Jane Austen classics, some Sherlock Holmes, and some religious books he didn’t recognize. He smiled when he found your worn copy of The Lord of the Rings. The cover was practically coming off of the binding, the pages yellowing from repeated touch. and when Eddie was done organizing your three boxes of books, he opened the one with your radio, walkman, and cassette tapes.

“Music?” He asked, holding your small radio.

“Sure. You can pick.” You said, glancing quickly over your shoulder.

Eddie got to work setting up the radio, and turned it to the local station that played all of today’s latest hits. It wasn’t his style, but he figured it would be yours so he could live with it.

“You don’t seem like the Blondie and Madonna type.” You observed, smiling to yourself.

“You’re right, but YOU seem like the Blondie and Madonna type.” He sneered playfully.

You scoffed in mock offense. “Are you judging a book by its cover, devil boy?”

His head snapped in your direction, his jaw dropped at the comment. He made the motion of stabbing himself in the chest, falling over to the floor dramatically. “You wound me with your words.”

“You started it, Munson!” you threw your pillow at him, giggling.

He stood up, holding your pillow, a challenging look on his face. Your eyes widened as you tried to predict his next move. You glanced at your mattress, eyeing the other pillow on it. At the same time you went to grab it, Eddie jumped and he fell right on top of you so he was laying on your back.

“Eddie!” You squealed. “Get off of me!” you were a giggling mess, your hair falling out of your clip as he stubbornly laid on top of you.

“Hm. Your mattress isn’t very comfortable. It’s kind of squirmy.” He teased, poking your sides.

You managed to resituate so you were laying on your back, Eddie was hovering over you, his dark curls hanging around his face. Without thinking, you tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, your fingers running along his jaw as they came back down. You took the opportunity of his proximity to examine his face. He was so gorgeous. Little freckles sprinkled his cheeks, smile lines creased the corners of his mouth. His lips were full and pink, looking very kissable. His eyes had a hint of gold in them that you hadn’t noticed before, you could easily get lost in them.

Bryan Adam’s “Heaven” started playing on the radio, which changed the atmosphere from playful and casual to something more tender and intimate. Eddie was biting the inside of his cheek, his eyes briefly looking at your lips, your bottom one pulled between your teeth.

Slowly, Eddie got off of you, sitting on the edge of the mattress. He extended his hand and helped you sit up. Your hair was messy from the playful tackle, so you unclipped it fully and lightly shook your head so it fell gently past your shoulders. You took the hair elastic from your wrist, and quickly threw your hair into a loose braid. Eddie watched you, impressed by the speed of your fingers.

“Do you want me to braid your hair, Eddie?” You asked, and he was prepared to make a snarky comment because he thought you were joking, but your head was tilted slightly to the side and you had a soft smile on your face.

“Not today, sweetheart. But I might take you up on that sometime.” He smiled back at you.

“Eddie, (Y/N)?” Dustin and Suzie were standing in the doorway. You two quickly stood up and took a step away from each other.

“What’s up?” You asked, not daring to look at Eddie.

“Steve just got on the walkie and said he wants to have everyone at his house tomorrow to swim and stuff so the group can meet Suzie.” Dustin explained.

“I know it’s Sunday… Can I go? Please, (Y/N)? We won’t be alone, we’ll be in a group!” Suzie pleaded.

“Yes, Suze. You can go. I’ll take you guys and pick you up.” You said with a chuckle.

“Eddie can take us, right Eddie? He’s part of the group.” Dustin smiled at Eddie.

Your shoulders sagged, disappointed that you would be all alone tomorrow. You forced a small smile, looking at Eddie. “Are you okay with that?”

Eddie saw the change in your demeanor, and he really wanted to hang out again. “Why don’t you come? You live here now, so you should make some friends.” He shrugged.

“I don’t want to intrude or ruin any group dynamics.” You shrugged.

“No, Eddie’s right! You should come, you can meet more people your age. Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, Steve.” Dustin emphasized Steve’s name, staring at Eddie. Eddie scowled at him.

“If you’re sure…” you said, looking at Eddie for confirmation.

His expression softened and he smiled. “Come, please.”

You nodded, trying to hide your excitement.

“Great! Now, let’s go make food. I’m starving. Sandwiches okay?” Suzie beamed, dragging Dustin to the kitchen before anyone could respond.

You chuckled, stepping closer to Eddie with your arms folded over your chest. “Are you sure I won’t be intruding? What if your friends hate me?” You asked quietly.

Eddie stepped even closer, his chest an inch away from your arms. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and dragged both hands down your arms forcing you to uncross them. He held your hands, his thumbs gently rubbing your palms. “They’re going to love you. I promise. Come on, let’s finish unpacking.”

You nodded and sighed, releasing the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Eddie let go of your hands, reluctantly, and you busied yourselves unpacking. You were unpacking the last of your clothes when you remembered what you had in the box Eddie was currently unpacking. You didn’t want to draw attention to it, so you pleaded that Suzie would yell that the food was ready before he got to the bottom of the box.

To your relief, she did.

“Peanut butter and jelly, turkey and cheddar, and BLT.” She said, walking out as you came into the kitchen.

Eddie grabbed a BLT and leaned up against the counter. You picked up a peanut butter and jelly and hopped up onto the counter across from him. He finished his sandwich in three bites, and you heard his stomach grumble, still hungry, but he didn’t move. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the other BLT and held it out to him with a smirk. He reluctantly took it, shyly looking at the ground.

“I don’t want to eat all of your food.” He mumbled.

“Then don’t. I have a fully stocked pantry and fridge, so it’d probably take you a long time to eat it all.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

He laughed, biting into his sandwich.

After you two had finished your food, he wanted to finish unpacking. You assured him you could finish the last two boxes another time, and he frowned, slightly disappointed. He thought you were going to kick him out since you were pretty much done.

“Will you help me hang some pictures and stuff?” You asked him, holding a hammer.

He nodded enthusiastically, following you back to your bedroom.

You opened the box that held your picture frames and carefully laid them on the floor. Eddie stood behind you, studying each picture. There was one of you and who he assumed were your siblings all wearing matching outfits, some different nature prints, a framed cover of The Hobbit, a few poems, and a big building that looked like a castle.

“What’s that? Your castle, princess?” He asked, pointing at the picture.

“Oh, that’s the Salt Lake City temple. There’s a saying ‘if this isn’t your castle, then you aren’t my prince.’ that Mormon girls say. It’s the goal you’re supposed to strive to achieve.” You let out a small chuckle laced with a hint of sadness.

Eddie knew he definitely wasn’t a prince, let alone one that would ever be granted access to that castle. He frowned, grateful you couldn’t see it. “It’s pretty.”

You just nodded, putting it back in the box.

“Wait, why aren’t you hanging it up?” Eddie asked, kneeling next to you on the floor. He saw a tear fall from your eye, and you quickly wiped it away.

“I haven’t told anyone.” You whispered, pressing your palms under your eyes to try and stop the tears.

“Told anyone what?” He moved the picture frames, shifting so he was sitting cross-legged in front of you.

You took a deep breath, looking straight at Eddie. Were you really about to tell him your deepest secret? You had only known him for 24 hours and yet, looking into those big brown eyes, you felt like you would trust him with your life. You stood up, Eddie’s brow furrowed in concern, then in confusion as you dug through the box he was unpacking earlier and pulling out a shoebox. You sat back down and put the shoebox in your lap.

“This is my box of contraband.” You opened it and put it in Eddie’s lap.

He carefully looked in the box, pulling out various items. Cassette tapes of Dolly Parton, Michael Jackson, Prince, The Cure, Metallica and Iron Maiden?! He looked at you quizzically, but you shrugged, motioning for him to keep looking. He pulled out two novels with half naked men on the front, steamy romance novels probably, and gave a small chuckle. He pulled out black lace teddy, which you quickly grabbed, both of your cheeks turning bright red at the discovery. Under the teddy was a bag of weed, which really shocked Eddie, and a journal.

He shook his head in confusion, “Wait, other than the weed, why is the rest of this contraband?”

“I’m not supposed to listen to that ‘devil music.’ That’s all music that didn’t ‘bring the spirit’ into the life of the listener, so I never listened to popular radio.” You laughed, remembering earlier.

“I’m not supposed to read steamy romance novels with sex scenes, let alone have ANYTHING with a half naked man on it. This-” you held up the teddy “goes against every modesty standard I’ve been taught. I stole the weed from Eden, she still thinks my parents found it and took it from her. I haven’t smoked it, I’ve been too scared to. That journal? Holds every single thought I’ve had for the last two years. It’s full of things I find extremely problematic with the church, and questions I tried to get answers to. Thoughts that I shouldn’t be having…”

Eddie listened, growing more confused because this box contradicted what he was told about Mormons. “So, Dustin told me about your rules and stuff this morning. You’re saying you don’t follow the rules?” He held his face in his hands, his brain was going a million miles a minute trying to understand.

You shook your head. “I’m saying I don’t think I want to anymore. My whole life has been someone telling me what to wear, how to behave, what to read, where to go, what my future should be like. Being guilted for normal human thoughts and feelings. I don’t want to spend 3 hours at church every Sunday. My parents never cared about how I was feeling, they just wanted me to be perfect so I could be the perfect little wife. I don’t want to go to the temple. I don’t want to pop out 7 babies, stay home all day, and dote on a husband who probably doesn’t even know how to pleasure a woman!” You were practically shouting, but quickly lowered your voice, realizing Suzie could hear.

Eddie just stared at you, trying not to smile at the last statement. He cleared his throat and pushed down his smile before motioning for you to continue.

“Did you know that they consider sex before marriage, masturbation, oral sex, all of that type of stuff, a sin second only to murder? Do you know how guilty I felt after watching Grease at my friend’s house and feeling turned on by John Conaway? I couldn’t sleep for a week because I felt like I was committing a crime! It’s literally indoctrinated into you if you’re born into it. You don’t have a choice or a chance to question. You’re fed the same lessons year after year, the same rules, the same expectations, and you’re judged if you question it. My parents would be so disappointed in me, maybe never speak to me again, my friends from home would abandon me if they found out about this stuff, which is part of the reason I wanted to move so far away. I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this.” You were in tears again, all of the frustration and tension you had been holding onto for the last two years releasing as you vented to Eddie.

Eddie grabbed you, pulling you into his lap so he could give you a hug, shushing you while rubbing your back gently until your sobs had almost stopped. You weren’t sure how long you sat there, but you were grateful for Eddie’s tight hug. He smelled like weed and coffee and old spice maybe? You didn’t know, but he smelled good. You sat up and slowly slid off his lap, sitting across from him again, your knees gently touching his.

“Jeez, you probably think I’m crazy. We’ve only known each other for 24 hours and already I’m spilling my guts to you.” You let out a half-hearted laugh, wiping the remaining tears.

“I don’t think you’re crazy, (Y/N). I think you’ve been holding on to so many emotions and trying to go through it alone. I don’t know what you’re going through, but I know what it’s like to be judged for every single thing you do. I’ve never been part of religion- unless you count my satanic cult.” He winked, making you giggle. “Sometimes ranting to a stranger is easier than people you’re close to because they don’t have any expectations for you yet.”

“Thank you, Eddie.” You whispered, placing your hand on top of his knee. “For agreeing to yesterday, for helping me unpack, and for listening to the rantings of a strange girl you’ve only known for a day.”

“It’s been my pleasure.” He said, placing his hand on yours. “I’m more than happy to help in any way I can. And please, for the love of God, do not smoke that weed. You don’t know where it came from. If you want to try it, I can get you some.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You laughed. “I think for now, getting my feelings out in the open is a good start. I don’t want Suzie telling my parents anything.” You said as you started putting the things back into the shoe box.

You tried to grab the weed that was next to Eddie, but he snatched it away from you, giving you a stern look. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t try to fight him on it. He put it in his pocket with a gloating grin on his face.

The next two hours Eddie spent trying to hang pictures straight, you telling him they were off just slightly, him fixing them, and even though they never were perfectly straight, you told him they were. You liked watching him concentrate, his tongue poked out of his mouth ever so slightly.

Around 6 o’clock, you all headed out to go get burgers at the local diner. After you had ordered, you and Eddie went to go get some condiments at the condiment station.

“Aww man, I forgot that fry sauce doesn’t exist outside of Utah.” you pouted.

“Do you mean ketchup?” Eddie questioned.

You didn’t answer, instead placed equal parts mayo, ketchup, and a small bit of barbeque sauce and mustard in the little paper cup. Eddie watched, mildly horrified, as you took a coffee stirrer and mixed it all together. You stuck your pinky in the mixture and tasted it, nodding your head in approval.

“That does not seem like it would taste good.” Eddie scrunched his nose.

“Don’t knock it till you try it, Munson.” you hip bumped him, walking back to the table.

You and Eddie were seated on the same side of the booth so Suzie and Dustin could be as close as possible. You sat with one leg folded up on the bench, your body turned slightly sideways to face Eddie, while you talked. When your food arrived, you tried to get him to try the fry sauce mixture, and after a few minutes of pleading and batting your eyelashes, he relented. He dipped his fry in the mixture while you, Dustin, and Suzie watched his reaction. He folded his hands in front of his face, pretending to be deep in thought, before saying “I give it a 7/10. It’s not bad, but plain ketchup is better.”

Dustin and Suzie chuckled, going back to the conversation about what they wanted to do during Suzie’s last two days in Hawkins. You half listened because you had to go where Suzie went, but you and Eddie were sneaking glances at each other, smiling in embarrassment when one of you caught the other staring.

“Is that okay, (Y/n/n)?” Suzie asked, bringing you out of your little bubble.

“Is what okay?”

Suzie sighed, exasperated. “Tomorrow we’ll go to Steve’s, and then on Monday Dusty bun wants to have a picnic at the park for dinner.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You agreed, grateful that they didn’t want to do anything too crazy.

When you were finished with your food, Eddie dropped you and Suzie back at your apartment. You stayed in the car as Dustin walked Suzie to the door, giving them a minute of privacy.

“Thank you for helping today. I had a lot of fun.” You said, fidgeting with the hem of your overalls.

“You’re welcome. I did too.” Eddie ran his hand through his hair.

You looked out the window and saw Dustin and Suzie still hugging, rolling your eyes because you knew they would never let go unless you broke it up. “I better go before they suffocate each other. I’ll see you tomorrow at Steve’s?”

Eddie nodded, a goofy grin on his face.

You opened the door, but in a moment of bravery, you leaned over to Eddie and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Eddie.” You said, hopping out of the van and walking to your door.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” Eddie called after you, watching as you broke up Dustin and Suzie’s hug. You and Suzie went inside, and Dustin came back to the van.

“Man, she’s amazing. I wish I could see her every day. At least we get tomorrow.” Dustin sighed, buckling his seatbelt.

“Yeah. Amazing. Tomorrow.” Eddie mumbled, still blushing from the kiss as he drove away.

After getting ready for bed, Suzie was gushing about how sweet Dustin was as you laid in bed. But you weren’t listening very intently, because all you could think about was Eddie. Suzie assumed you were sleeping, so she stopped talking. A few minutes later you heard her light snoring, and soon drifted off yourself, excited and nervous for the next day.

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