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"We asked finn to carry a lot of emotional weight" bro said double it and give it to gaten

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₊˚⊹♡ try me | henderhop — chapter one

inspired by the song try me by djo

a/n - I AM SO EXCITED TO GET THIS SERIES STARTED!!! this ship literally has me in a chokehold i’ve got 5 chapters planned out and i’m hoping to have it wrapped up in 5 or 6, i sat and wrote this first chapter all in one sitting im so so exciting i just adore henderhop so much. this is more of an introductory chapter which is why it isn’t super long but i promise it gets longer and juicier!! i’m still getting used to writing them (and from dustin’s perspective) so i hope you like this :)

cws - 1.6k words, dustin henderson x eleven hopper, mileven (at first), mike is a bad boyfriend, dustin is a yearner, set around s4 though there’s no vecna, introductory chapter!!

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Since high school had started Dustin spent the first fifteen minutes of his lunch break calling Steve.

First it had just been nerves about being a freshman — Steve knew how to pep talk better than anyone he knew, and had been through it all before. He’d spent his first week assuring Dustin that he was doing great, that he had good friends and was gonna meet more and have a good time. He’d gotten a little settled as the time passed; by October the remaining party had their own table in the lunch hall, they’d all (minus Max) joined Hellfire, and he was actually having a good time.

And then Christmas break had happened.

It had already been a rough time. Halfway through November Max had broken up with Lucas, and though it had happened many times before this time it seemed pretty serious. He, Mike, and Lucas had slept in the Wheeler basement that night binging shitty action movies and really tried to cheer Lucas up the best they could. By Christmas they still weren’t back together, and Max was as distant as ever.

Since the start of the month he’d been planning his Christmas trip to Salt Lake City to see Suzie. They hadn’t spoken as much since high school had started, and he’d missed his girlfriend, of course he had.

But a week before he was supposed to buy his plane tickets from the money he’d saved up by shovelling snow out of people’s driveways, Suzie broke up with him.

It hadn’t been cruel. Suzie was a kind girl. She’d simply explained that maybe they weren’t the best fit for each other, that he deserved someone who could love him wholeheartedly and actually be there.

He’d cried. The boys had spent another night in the Wheeler basement. Steve had even let him pick all the movies for their weekly movie night at the Harrington house on their huge 29’’ TV.

So since school had started back up after New Years, calls with Steve were more about Steve’s peace of mind, that he really did want to check up on him and make sure he was okay.

“You aren’t gonna need a ride home today, right?” Steve asked. “‘Cause this girl Jess left me her number when she came in today, I think I’ve actually got a pretty good shot here.”

“I don’t need that mental image,” Dustin pulled a face. “But no, I’ve got Hellfire tonight. Remember? It’s the same day I’ve had it each week for how many months now?”

“Alright, you little shit, I was just checking,” Steve scoffed. “Sure you’ve been alright man? You can’t lie to me, Henderson, I’ll know.”

Dustin knew he meant well but he sighed. It was the third time he’d asked this call alone. “Yes, Steve,” he checked his watch and cursed under his breath. “Shit, I’ve gotta go, me Mike and Lucas are gonna go over the game plan for tonight’s campaign, say hi to Robin I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay but-”

Dustin hung the phone back up and rushed back inside. Thankfully Mike had saved him a seat at the table, but Lucas was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Lucas?” He asked as he sat down next to Mike. Only he didn’t even look up, hunched over a piece of paper he was tapping the end of his pencil against. “Mike? Hello?”

Only then did Mike look up and he grimaced. “Sorry.”

“Is that the physics homework? It was so easy.”

“No, uh,” Mike sat up and scratched the back of his neck. “I’m trying to write a letter to El but I just… don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t know what to say?” When he and Suzie had been together they never ran out of things to talk about, she’d been his girlfriend. How did Mike have nothing to say to her?

“No, I don’t,” Mike sighed, and slid over a piece of paper towards him. “She talks about so much going on and I never know how to respond.”

Dustin looked down at the paper in front of him, which was dotted with little stickers and written in purple gel-pen.

Mike,

I hope that you have a nice time when you go back to school after the Christmas break. I am very excited to be able to go to classes with Will again. I have missed art class the most, though Will is still much better than me. He says I will get better over time. I am not sure I will but it is fun anyways.

Did you get a lot of snow? It doesn’t really snow here which made me sad. I wanted to build a snowman. But Joyce said maybe we could all go and visit Hawkins at next Christmas. I miss everybody.

Do you like the stickers? They were a Christmas present from Jonathan, as well as my new pens and a diary. I have been using it and it has been great. I will start writing to you in a lot of fun colours.

I miss you so much. I cannot wait until spring break so that we can see each other.

Love from El.

Dustin looked up from the letter and blinked at Mike. “You seriously don’t know how to respond to that?”

“No clue.”

Dustin sighed. It had never been his place to say so he’d kept his mouth shut, but Mike wasn’t exactly an amazing boyfriend. In his opinion El deserved better sometimes. A boyfriend who could write a simple letter, for one. But even when she’d lived in Hawkins he’d often thought that their relationship was a little bland.

But if he thought of that too much, he stepped too deep into territory he’d shut away in a part of his brain he didn’t touch often. Like how he wasn’t supposed to think about how pretty El had looked on the day she’d moved away, how long he’d stared at her whilst he was supposed to be packing boxes. Or further back, to how pretty she’d looked at the Snow Ball. He’d been watching her from across the gym until Nancy had walked over and disturbed his focus.

She was Mike’s girlfriend. He couldn’t think about that.

“How would you respond?” Mike asked, shoving his notebook towards him that only had the words Dear El scribbled at the top. “If you were me?”

“I’m not you, Mike,” he scoffed. “She’s your girlfriend-“

“Yeah, I know, but just pretend. How would you write back if you were me?” Mike held out his pencil towards him.

Dustin hesitated. He couldn’t let himself do that, pretend that he was El’s boyfriend. Since Suzie it was a rabbit hole he really couldn’t let himself get lost down. But what was the other option? Have El get a shitty letter from Mike that he didn’t put any effort into? She deserved better than that.

So he sighed and put pen to paper.

Dear El,

It’s super great to hear from you, I’m having a great time back at school, are you?

Will’s right, with practice I’m sure you’ll be a great artist, you might even get better than him one day. You’re amazing at everything you do, you should believe in yourself more, like I believe in you.

Yeah it snowed! We got a lot of it actually, more than last winter. It looked really pretty which I’m sure you’d have liked, but not as pretty as you. And it’d be great to have you here next Christmas! I can’t wait already.

The stickers are super pretty, so is the purple. It’s cool that he got you a present you can use all the time, you’ll have more to write in your diary once you’ve started school again. If you fill it up by next Christmas maybe they can buy you another one.

I miss you so much and can’t wait to see you too!

From Mike.

Dustin slid the paper back to Mike. “Something like that.”

Mike opened his mouth to say something else but there was a bang against the table, and they both turned to see that Eddie, sat at the head of the table, had banged on the surface to get their attention.

By the end of lunch Dustin stopped thinking about the letter, distracted by their campaign, and by the time Hellfire had concluded that evening he’d forgotten about it completely.

It wasn’t until Mike found him the following Monday that it was shoved back into his memory.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Mike told him as soon as Dustin took his seat behind him in homeroom. “El loved the letter.”

It took a moment for Dustin to process what he was being told. “You sent the letter that I wrote?”

“No, no,” Mike shook his head. “I rewrote it in my handwriting so she wouldn’t know.”

“Mike, he frowned. “El should be hearing from you, she’s your girlfriend.”

“Yeah, I know, but you wrote that so easily and she really did love it. Look,” he shoved an envelope onto his desk. “But… I’m not sure how to reply to this one either. So could you help me out again? Just this once?”

Dustin looked down at the envelope, Mike written on the front in blue glittery gel pen, and felt his chest twist strangely. He shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t.

(Spoilers: he did.)

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[annasearss]

Random scene from my isaac Garcia fanfic and oc.

The second graces car rolled into view of the Walter’s house, I wipe the tears off my face. I mean who wouldn’t, I had just seen my dad and handed him custody papers for him to sign to give me away..

“Thanks for the ride grace, thanks for coming with me, it meant a lot”. I say to her and hug her. I wave bye and get out of the car.

I walk inside, and the house is its usual chaos, the boys sprawled across the living room, Jackie curled at the edge of the couch, a movie playing but nobody really paying attention except for Danny. The second the door clicks shut behind me, heads turn.

And then his does.

Isaac’s eyes find me instantly, like they always do. He’s on his feet in seconds, like he’s been waiting for the sound of the door all night.

“Hey…” He says walking towards me. I walked straight past him, not even glancing back. No hesitation. No glance. No slowing down. My shoulder brushes his as I pass, and I feel him tense, like the contact physically jolts him.

But I keep walking, he deserved it.

I couldn’t look at him, Not when the image of the jails visit room was still burned into my room, Sitting across from my father who had done nothing but abuse me since Elliot and my mom died. Signing away my childhood knowing the Walter’s love me as one of their own.

And he didn’t show up, I had to go with grace. All because he thought football was more important than me, even though he sits on the bench all season.

I hear a bundle of voice from behind me as I walk up the stairs, going “oh”. And different reactions.

I couldn’t even respond as I walk up into the room Katherine said I could have. For a moment Isaac didn’t care, he didn’t care what they thought about this whole situation. He only care about me, he walked up the stairs and he heard my door slam. He looked at Lee and continued up the stairs.

“Cece please let me in, can we just talk?” I had never heard him this emotional before, but then again in my heart I know it sucks but I don’t think he deserves to be upset.

“I’m not doing this tonight,” I say, and my voice comes out cold.

“Can you please just let me explain ?” Isaac asks softly, sounding nothing like the confident, easygoing guy everyone else sees. “Just… talk to me…” . If I knew one thing about my boyfriend, is that when he wants something, he doesn’t give up . And I gave in , I open the door and he walked in and I say on the bed.

“You promised,” I say, and my voice breaks right down the middle. “You promised you’d be there with me today.”

His face falls completely.

“Look I know I screwed up, I Should’ve been there. He says as my I get angrier by the second. “I should’ve…”

“Should’ve what, Isaac?” I cut him off, voice shaking. “Held my hand while I signed over my life? While I handed my dad those papers in a jail cell? While I tried not to cry in front of him?”

He flinches, guilt written all over his face. “I know. I know I made a huge mistake. I just… I didn’t know how to….”

“How to what?” I snap, looking up at him finally, eyes burning. “How to choose me over football? Over practice?”

His face falls flat once again, his face turning white from guilt.

He swallows hard and steps closer. “I was scared,” he admits, voice breaking. “Scared of letting everyone down. But the last thing I wanted was to let you down. You’re the most important person in my life, and I blew it.”.

“You didn’t just blow it Issac, that is the biggest understatement of the year. Today’ wasn’t just another day, look I’d maybe understand if it was just a date you picked football over, but not the most important day in my whole entire life.”

He knew where this was leading. “I love you please don’t do this.”. Tear slips down my face.

My throat tightens. “It’s not just today, Isaac. It’s every time you’re late. Every time you cancel. Every time you forget something important because football comes first.”

“That’s not fair,” he whispers, but even he sounds unsure.

“It is,” I say gently. “And we both know it.”

He steps closer. “I can do better. I will do better. I’ll prove it. Just… give me another chance.”

“Isaac, the whole point is I shouldn’t have to beg my boyfriend to show up for me”. I say to him , and poke his chest.

Isaac’s face crumples. “Don’t say that,” he breathes. “Please don’t.”

“You’re a good person,” I say, voice shaking. “And I care about you so much. But love isn’t enough if I can’t rely on you.”

His eyes shut, like the words physically hurt him.

“So what are you saying?” he whispers. “You’re breaking up with me?”

My voice breaks. “I think I have to.”

Isaac lets out a breath like he’s been punched. He looks away for the first time tonight, jaw clenched, eyes shining. After a long, devastating silence, he nods once.

A small, broken nod.

“Cece if this is what you want..” he manages to say. “But I won’t stop loving you”. He decides to tell me.

“I know and I love you too, but this needs to happen”. I say and he stands up and walks out the door and tears rushed both of our faces.

[annasearss]

Random scene from my isaac Garcia fanfic and oc.

The second graces car rolled into view of the Walter’s house, I wipe the tears off my face. I mean who wouldn’t, I had just seen my dad and handed him custody papers for him to sign to give me away..

“Thanks for the ride grace, thanks for coming with me, it meant a lot”. I say to her and hug her. I wave bye and get out of the car.

I walk inside, and the house is its usual chaos, the boys sprawled across the living room, Jackie curled at the edge of the couch, a movie playing but nobody really paying attention except for Danny. The second the door clicks shut behind me, heads turn.

And then his does.

Isaac’s eyes find me instantly, like they always do. He’s on his feet in seconds, like he’s been waiting for the sound of the door all night.

“Hey…” He says walking towards me. I walked straight past him, not even glancing back. No hesitation. No glance. No slowing down. My shoulder brushes his as I pass, and I feel him tense, like the contact physically jolts him.

But I keep walking, he deserved it.

I couldn’t look at him, Not when the image of the jails visit room was still burned into my room, Sitting across from my father who had done nothing but abuse me since Elliot and my mom died. Signing away my childhood knowing the Walter’s love me as one of their own.

And he didn’t show up, I had to go with grace. All because he thought football was more important than me, even though he sits on the bench all season.

I hear a bundle of voice from behind me as I walk up the stairs, going “oh”. And different reactions.

I couldn’t even respond as I walk up into the room Katherine said I could have. For a moment Isaac didn’t care, he didn’t care what they thought about this whole situation. He only care about me, he walked up the stairs and he heard my door slam. He looked at Lee and continued up the stairs.

“Cece please let me in, can we just talk?” I had never heard him this emotional before, but then again in my heart I know it sucks but I don’t think he deserves to be upset.

“I’m not doing this tonight,” I say, and my voice comes out cold.

“Can you please just let me explain ?” Isaac asks softly, sounding nothing like the confident, easygoing guy everyone else sees. “Just… talk to me…” . If I knew one thing about my boyfriend, is that when he wants something, he doesn’t give up . And I gave in , I open the door and he walked in and I say on the bed.

“You promised,” I say, and my voice breaks right down the middle. “You promised you’d be there with me today.”

His face falls completely.

“Look I know I screwed up, I Should’ve been there. He says as my I get angrier by the second. “I should’ve…”

“Should’ve what, Isaac?” I cut him off, voice shaking. “Held my hand while I signed over my life? While I handed my dad those papers in a jail cell? While I tried not to cry in front of him?”

He flinches, guilt written all over his face. “I know. I know I made a huge mistake. I just… I didn’t know how to….”

“How to what?” I snap, looking up at him finally, eyes burning. “How to choose me over football? Over practice?”

His face falls flat once again, his face turning white from guilt.

He swallows hard and steps closer. “I was scared,” he admits, voice breaking. “Scared of letting everyone down. But the last thing I wanted was to let you down. You’re the most important person in my life, and I blew it.”.

“You didn’t just blow it Issac, that is the biggest understatement of the year. Today’ wasn’t just another day, look I’d maybe understand if it was just a date you picked football over, but not the most important day in my whole entire life.”

He knew where this was leading. “I love you please don’t do this.”. Tear slips down my face.

My throat tightens. “It’s not just today, Isaac. It’s every time you’re late. Every time you cancel. Every time you forget something important because football comes first.”

“That’s not fair,” he whispers, but even he sounds unsure.

“It is,” I say gently. “And we both know it.”

He steps closer. “I can do better. I will do better. I’ll prove it. Just… give me another chance.”

“Isaac, the whole point is I shouldn’t have to beg my boyfriend to show up for me”. I say to him , and poke his chest.

Isaac’s face crumples. “Don’t say that,” he breathes. “Please don’t.”

“You’re a good person,” I say, voice shaking. “And I care about you so much. But love isn’t enough if I can’t rely on you.”

His eyes shut, like the words physically hurt him.

“So what are you saying?” he whispers. “You’re breaking up with me?”

My voice breaks. “I think I have to.”

Isaac lets out a breath like he’s been punched. He looks away for the first time tonight, jaw clenched, eyes shining. After a long, devastating silence, he nods once.

A small, broken nod.

“Cece if this is what you want..” he manages to say. “But I won’t stop loving you”. He decides to tell me.

“I know and I love you too, but this needs to happen”. I say and he stands up and walks out the door and tears rushed both of our faces.

[elainiisms]

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