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"We asked finn to carry a lot of emotional weight" bro said double it and give it to gaten
âËâč⥠try me | henderhop â 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 iâve got 5 chapters planned out and iâm 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 isnât super long but i promise it gets longer and juicier!! iâm still getting used to writing them (and from dustinâs 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 thereâs no vecna, introductory chapter!!
can also be found on ao3!!
other fics can be found on my masterlist
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 â Steve knew how to pep talk better than anyone he knew, and had been through it all before. Heâd 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. Heâd gotten a little settled as the time passed; by October the remaining party had their own table in the lunch hall, theyâd all (minus Max) joined Hellfire, and he was actually having a good time.
And then Christmas break had happened.
Random scene from my isaac Garcia fanfic and oc.
The second graces car rolled into view of the Walterâs house, I wipe the tears off my face. I mean who wouldnât, I had just seen my dad and handed him custody papers for him to sign to give me away..
âThanks for the ride grace, thanks for coming with me, it meant a lotâ. 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.
Isaacâs eyes find me instantly, like they always do. Heâs on his feet in seconds, like heâs been waiting for the sound of the door all night.
âHeyâŠâ 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 couldnât 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 Walterâs love me as one of their own.
And he didnât 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 âohâ. And different reactions.
I couldnât even respond as I walk up into the room Katherine said I could have. For a moment Isaac didnât care, he didnât 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.
âCece please let me in, can we just talk?â I had never heard him this emotional before, but then again in my heart I know it sucks but I donât think he deserves to be upset.
âIâm not doing this tonight,â I say, and my voice comes out cold.
âCan you please just let me explain ?â Isaac asks softly, sounding nothing like the confident, easygoing guy everyone else sees. âJust⊠talk to meâŠâ . If I knew one thing about my boyfriend, is that when he wants something, he doesnât give up . And I gave in , I open the door and he walked in and I say on the bed.
âYou promised,â I say, and my voice breaks right down the middle. âYou promised youâd be there with me today.â
His face falls completely.
âLook I know I screwed up, I Shouldâve been there. He says as my I get angrier by the second. âI shouldâveâŠâ
âShouldâve what, Isaac?â I cut him off, voice shaking. âHeld 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?â
He flinches, guilt written all over his face. âI know. I know I made a huge mistake. I just⊠I didnât know how toâŠ.â
âHow to what?â I snap, looking up at him finally, eyes burning. âHow to choose me over football? Over practice?â
His face falls flat once again, his face turning white from guilt.
He swallows hard and steps closer. âI was scared,â he admits, voice breaking. âScared of letting everyone down. But the last thing I wanted was to let you down. Youâre the most important person in my life, and I blew it.â.
âYou didnât just blow it Issac, that is the biggest understatement of the year. Todayâ wasnât just another day, look Iâd maybe understand if it was just a date you picked football over, but not the most important day in my whole entire life.â
He knew where this was leading. âI love you please donât do this.â. Tear slips down my face.
My throat tightens. âItâs not just today, Isaac. Itâs every time youâre late. Every time you cancel. Every time you forget something important because football comes first.â
âThatâs not fair,â he whispers, but even he sounds unsure.
âIt is,â I say gently. âAnd we both know it.â
He steps closer. âI can do better. I will do better. Iâll prove it. Just⊠give me another chance.â
âIsaac, the whole point is I shouldnât have to beg my boyfriend to show up for meâ. I say to him , and poke his chest.
Isaacâs face crumples. âDonât say that,â he breathes. âPlease donât.â
âYouâre a good person,â I say, voice shaking. âAnd I care about you so much. But love isnât enough if I canât rely on you.â
His eyes shut, like the words physically hurt him.
âSo what are you saying?â he whispers. âYouâre breaking up with me?â
My voice breaks. âI think I have to.â
Isaac lets out a breath like heâs 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.
âCece if this is what you want..â he manages to say. âBut I wonât stop loving youâ. He decides to tell me.
âI know and I love you too, but this needs to happenâ. I say and he stands up and walks out the door and tears rushed both of our faces.
Random scene from my isaac Garcia fanfic and oc.
The second graces car rolled into view of the Walterâs house, I wipe the tears off my face. I mean who wouldnât, I had just seen my dad and handed him custody papers for him to sign to give me away..
âThanks for the ride grace, thanks for coming with me, it meant a lotâ. 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.
Isaacâs eyes find me instantly, like they always do. Heâs on his feet in seconds, like heâs been waiting for the sound of the door all night.
âHeyâŠâ 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 couldnât 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 Walterâs love me as one of their own.
And he didnât 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 âohâ. And different reactions.
I couldnât even respond as I walk up into the room Katherine said I could have. For a moment Isaac didnât care, he didnât 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.
âCece please let me in, can we just talk?â I had never heard him this emotional before, but then again in my heart I know it sucks but I donât think he deserves to be upset.
âIâm not doing this tonight,â I say, and my voice comes out cold.
âCan you please just let me explain ?â Isaac asks softly, sounding nothing like the confident, easygoing guy everyone else sees. âJust⊠talk to meâŠâ . If I knew one thing about my boyfriend, is that when he wants something, he doesnât give up . And I gave in , I open the door and he walked in and I say on the bed.
âYou promised,â I say, and my voice breaks right down the middle. âYou promised youâd be there with me today.â
His face falls completely.
âLook I know I screwed up, I Shouldâve been there. He says as my I get angrier by the second. âI shouldâveâŠâ
âShouldâve what, Isaac?â I cut him off, voice shaking. âHeld 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?â
He flinches, guilt written all over his face. âI know. I know I made a huge mistake. I just⊠I didnât know how toâŠ.â
âHow to what?â I snap, looking up at him finally, eyes burning. âHow to choose me over football? Over practice?â
His face falls flat once again, his face turning white from guilt.
He swallows hard and steps closer. âI was scared,â he admits, voice breaking. âScared of letting everyone down. But the last thing I wanted was to let you down. Youâre the most important person in my life, and I blew it.â.
âYou didnât just blow it Issac, that is the biggest understatement of the year. Todayâ wasnât just another day, look Iâd maybe understand if it was just a date you picked football over, but not the most important day in my whole entire life.â
He knew where this was leading. âI love you please donât do this.â. Tear slips down my face.
My throat tightens. âItâs not just today, Isaac. Itâs every time youâre late. Every time you cancel. Every time you forget something important because football comes first.â
âThatâs not fair,â he whispers, but even he sounds unsure.
âIt is,â I say gently. âAnd we both know it.â
He steps closer. âI can do better. I will do better. Iâll prove it. Just⊠give me another chance.â
âIsaac, the whole point is I shouldnât have to beg my boyfriend to show up for meâ. I say to him , and poke his chest.
Isaacâs face crumples. âDonât say that,â he breathes. âPlease donât.â
âYouâre a good person,â I say, voice shaking. âAnd I care about you so much. But love isnât enough if I canât rely on you.â
His eyes shut, like the words physically hurt him.
âSo what are you saying?â he whispers. âYouâre breaking up with me?â
My voice breaks. âI think I have to.â
Isaac lets out a breath like heâs 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.
âCece if this is what you want..â he manages to say. âBut I wonât stop loving youâ. He decides to tell me.
âI know and I love you too, but this needs to happenâ. I say and he stands up and walks out the door and tears rushed both of our faces.
literally what other show is ever going to match riverdale's freak? what other show has serial killer dads and organ harvesting cults and fake gay serial killer half brothers who are married to your real gay serial killer half brothers and gargoyle kings and jingle jangle and over the top musical numbers and jughead and teenagers getting sent to prison by their girlfriends' mobster fathers and speakeasies run by teenagers under the local diner and beautiful lesbian cheryl blossom and serial killer genes and the southside serpents and gay kevin? no one will ever top this.