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Whatever you want, Babe.

Barbie dolls: Dustin Henderson x gn!reader

word: 2.9k

summary: after your breakup with your lackluster boyfriend you realize you actually wanted someone to be telling you what to do rather than the reverse in a relationship

warnings: kinda a dom and sub relationship BUT BUT its more like a Lee and Mr grey thing than whatever the hell was going on in 50 shades, will say there is no sex but it is about control and stuff, I made up a guy named Andrew for you to date he is nothing, eleven is called Jane bc she's Jane to me, background byler ig, max and lucas are together max has lucas on a short leash, I wrote Jane as kind of a weird girl I was hoping to channel a different version of like Juno kind of weird but lemme know if it comes off as just a sicko, Dustin and Steve are bffs, Dustin tells you what to wear and what to eat a couple times but it's chill don't worry, Dustin thighs, Dustin has wandering hands but it's not like he's groping your ass it's like he's sticking his hand under the collar of your shirt to touch your shoulder, you're going to be okay I promise I'll hold your hand and we'll get through this together

When Andrew moved into town, the Party wasn’t exactly excited. He wasn’t special; he was really just a guy. He wasn’t even a nerd. He wasn’t a bully. He wasn’t even really memorable, but he showed interest in you. Somehow, you landed a date with him, and one thing after another, his name became known in the Party.

They all had very little to say about him. Mike and Will could not be fucked to care less. You could actually shoot Andrew dead in front of them, and they would still be gazing longingly into each other’s eyes. Jane and Max were the only ones who ever sat and listened to you talk through the dates you went on. Lucas was astonishingly neutral on him, constantly forgetting who Andrew even was. Dustin, however, had a look on his face every time his name was brought up. He never said anything bad about Andrew, but his face was always tattling on him. His nose always scrunched up in disgust, and anytime you mentioned what Andrew thought about something, Dustin was rolling his eyes.

You once brought up Andrew’s favorite flavor of ice cream while sitting with the Party halfway through a sleepover and an ice cream tub. Dustin scoffed so loudly that every head turned towards him. You wanted to apologize, but you didn’t do anything wrong, so Andrew’s name stopped coming up around the party. Except, of course, in front of Jane and Max.

Your relationship with Andrew came to a close. It wasn’t messy, but he still side-eyed you when you walked by. Jane and Max were supportive, talking with you to help you through every complicated emotion you found yourself in the depths of. There wasn’t an announcement to the Party. Yet, they all seemed to catch on. Lucas obviously knew, once Max saw him again. He likely had to be reminded who Andrew was, but the information was passed onto him anyway. Mike learned through Will, who learned through Jane. That meant the Party was informed: you were single yet again.

Weeks later, you were sitting in Mike’s basement, your back pressed against the couch. Your legs were stretched out under the coffee table, your foot digging into Dustin’s thigh.

You had lifted your head when he sat so close to you, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem to notice at all. Your head dropped against the couch cushion, closing your eyes.

Jane was in the bathroom. Will had called Jonathan and told him he needed a ride to get snacks for the impending sleepover. The day had started as a regular meeting, but when the clock hit 11 pm, and Mike’s parents were already asleep, he convinced you all to just stay the night in the basement. Mike was quick to hop into the backseat with Will. Lucas slid in next to him, muttering about how Will never picked the right food. Max offered up her snack knowledge, pulling herself into the passenger seat.

Dustin stared blankly at the T.V. You were shocked he didn’t fight for a seat in the snack car. The couple on screen was leaning in, a kiss building between the two of them. You turned your head, staring at the two of them. Your cheek squished against the material of the couch. Dustin moved in the corner of your eye.

“How’s Andrew?” Dustin muttered, a small hint of hatred behind the words. You pushed your eyebrows together, lifting your head. You stared at him.

“We broke up.” You said, with clear confusion on your face. Dustin’s eyebrows shot up, his lips parting.

“What? When did that happen?” Dustin asked. Your lips twitched at the sound of soft enjoyment that had replaced his hatred from before.

“Weeks ago, I thought you knew.” Dustin shook his head, trying to fight down a laugh.

“I didn’t. That’s okay.” Silence followed, your attention going back to the screen. The couple was on a carriage ride now. What on earth is this plot? Dustin sucked in a breath to steady himself.

“Was it…messy?” Dustin whispered, suddenly gentle. Maybe he finally realized how rude he was being before. Maybe he realized that you could be horrifically caught up in the whole ordeal. Maybe he realized that your heart could be shattered into a million pieces, and he was laughing about it. You lifted your hips, readjusting your position on the ground.

“No. I broke it off. It was moderately gentle.” You explained, letting out a sigh. Dustin hummed.

“Well, what happened? Why did you break up?” Dustin pressed. You let out a small chuckle at the question. You had a list longer than all of Mike’s stories.

“I just- I realized I wanted other things than what he was giving me. I went into it thinking I wanted one thing, but by the end of it, I realized I wanted it the other way.” You answered, searching Dustin’s face. He furrowed his brows, giving you a deep look of confusion.

“Please be more vague.” Dustin quipped sarcastically. You rolled your eyes, a small smile pulling at your lips. You wanted to be mad at him for taking this serious conversation so lightly, but he made your worries feel lighter with his jokes. Even when they were stupid, like now, it made you think the world was brighter.

“I thought I wanted to be in control. I thought I wanted to tell him when to pick me up, where we were going, and what we were doing. I thought I wanted to be the one who made all the decisions and took care of him. But at some point, I got tired. I realized maybe I wanted different things. Maybe I wanted to be told what to do. I think I want someone to tell me what I’m supposed to be doing with my life.” You pressed your lips into a thin line and looked away from him, staring at the stupid couple on the T.V.

“You want someone to control you? That doesn’t really seem like you. You’re-” Dustin sputters, his words failing him. You clicked your tongue.

“No, it’s not really like that. I want someone to make decisions for me, with me in mind. It’s not like they’re demanding I do something; it’s more like they choose for me. Like when I get frozen in indecisiveness, they choose for me. Or they tell me to do something before I can think about it.'

'This one time, I was leaving the gym after one of those assemblies, and only one of the doors was open. The other one wasn’t blocked or anything, but it was closed. No one was opening it because they weren’t really thinking about it; they were on autopilot. The guy behind just said, ‘Open that door.’ He wasn’t being mean or even really rude. He was just telling me what to do. And I did, without even considering another option. And it felt really good. Not like I was getting off to this random guy behind me, but just- easy. Like I had the heavy weight off my back. I want my life to feel like that. I want to be free in someone’s control. As contrary as that sounds.” You finished, huffing and staring at Dustin’s face. He closed his parted mouth, the corners lifting. He nodded.

“I understand now. I hope you can feel that way with-” His head turned at the sound of Jane’s shoes stomping down the stairs. She stopped at the bottom and paused at you both.

“I stole one of Nancy’s scrunchies.” She stated like you were both cops. You nodded.

“What color is it?” You asked. Jane grinned, hopping over to show it to you. She pulled it from her pocket, sitting on the couch next to your head.

“Purple,” Jane answered, earning a smile from you. You poked it.

“It’s cute,” Dustin added.

The next day, Dustin sat across from Steve, organizing tapes. The station was quiet, right now anyway. Robin was running a handful of songs now, and Steve had just a few minutes for conversation with Dustin.

“Let’s say I have a friend who-” Dustin started.

“Hardly believable, but I can try.” Steve cut in, earning a glare. He sighed.

“Let’s say I have a friend who mentioned that they want someone to make choices for them. Like telling them to open a door before they think about it.” Dustin said. Steve nodded, dropping his chin onto his hand.

“Mkay. What’s the question?” Steve pushed, ignoring his duty of organizing tapes to discuss Dustin’s love life.

“Well, what if I want to fill that role? I just don’t want to be an asshole. How do I control them like that without just being an ass and telling them what to do?” Dustin felt his face warming as he kept talking. Steve hummed, staring at the wall as he thought. He squished his lips to one side, popping one shoulder up in a shrug.

“Fuck if I know. I can tell you how to kiss with tongue, but this is something else.” Steve said, sitting back from the table. Dustin glared at him, rolling his eyes. Steve let out a small snort and flung his hands up.

“Okay, well, maybe just try it out with small things. Like telling them to tie their shoe or something. See how they like it. You can work it up, I’m sure. If this is someone you want to stay friends with or…” Steve’s words wandered off. Dustin quickly shook his head.

“No. No- I want- I want it all. With them. I want to spend every day with them.” Dustin sputtered out, hating the messy way his sentence came out. Steve nodded.

“Then yeah. Start small. Be gentle but stern. Like they can hear your seriousness, but they know they can tell you to shut up at any time.” Steve said, Dustin, nodding along to every word.

Dustin started with a dice. It was small. It went flying off the table and landed closest to you. Dustin met your eyes over the table.

“Pick it up.” Dustin’s tone was hard, making your eye twitch. He caught it, an eyebrow raising. Your lips quirked at it, remembering the talk you had with him weeks ago. You quickly leaned over in your chair, pulling the dice from the floor and setting it back on the table. You both turned back towards the Party, only having incredulous looks staring back.

“Dude.” Will chided, glaring at Dustin. Dustin reeled back, holding his hands up.

“What!”

“Don’t talk to them like that.” Lucas chastised. Mike raised a squiggly eyebrow, sending Dustin a look. You rolled your eyes.

“It’s fine. Seriously.” You said, trying to send the argument to bed. Lucas raised his hand from the table, holding it out to you like he was pushing down your argument. Will shook his head.

“No, it’s not fine. He can’t talk to you like that.” Lucas countered. You pressed your lips into a thin line.

“Lucas, I’m okay with it. It’s not a big deal, seriously.” You said. Lucas and Will shared a look. It was almost like they were asking each other if they believed you. Lucas turned his head and looked at Max. She was grinning so wide you wanted to tell her to tone it down. You had already had a conversation with her about the whole ‘wanting other things’ in your relationship with Andrew. Max held up a limp thumbs-up to Lucas. Lucas slowly sat back in his chair, giving Dustin a look from the corner of his eye. Will followed his lead.

“The dice was a 15 by the way.” You said, making the table explode with reactions. Oos and aws brushed away the tense conversation. You looked back at Dustin, finding his eyes already on you. You gave him a tiny smile, hoping he caught your approval of his previous words. He wiped at his smile with his hand, looking at Mike down the table.

Just as you were winding down for bed, the phone on your nightstand rang. You flung for it, pressing the receiver to your ear. You let out a huff to catch your breath.

“Hello?”

“It’s me,” Dustin said on the other end. He was lucky you could recognize his voice. You sighed, dropping onto the edge of your bed.

“Hey, Dustin.” You muttered. He hummed.

“So tomorrow, I want you to wear that sweater I told you I liked on you.” He had the same tone as days before with the dice. You thought through your closet, trying to remember which one he was talking about.

“The blue one?” You asked.

“Uh huh.” A click sounded in your ear. Dustin hung up on you. You rolled your eyes, setting the phone down.

The next day, you walked into the small circle of your friends standing outside wearing the blue sweater. You slid into the conversation next to Dustin. He turned his head, eyes dropping to your sweater. He smiled, looking up to your face and meeting your eyes. You both shared a knowing look, and more than a thousand words passed. You broke away from the look, finding Lucas looking at you with furrowed brows. Max smacked his shoulder, pointing back at Jane to redirect his attention.

For the next week, he called you before bed to tell you what he wanted to see you in. Tuesday was the T-shirt you had with your favorite band on it. Wednesday was the flannel you stole from Jane. Who stole it from Will- who stole it from Jonathan. Thursday was the necklace he bought for you for Christmas over 4 years ago. Friday was the ring he let you borrow months ago that you never bothered to give back. Saturday, he wanted you in the black sweater that always seemed to fall off your shoulder. Saturday night, you expected another accessory. You spent the night reading your book, never leaving the side of your phone for too long. You flung your book across your bed when the phone rang, your hands immediately pulling it to your ear.

“Dustin?” You whispered.

“In the morning, you’re having two pancakes, one pad of butter and…” His voice tailed off, his tongue clicking as he thought. “And, exactly two grapes.” You hummed in approval.

“So, tell me about what you did today.” He finally finished. You wanted to fight the massive grin you were sporting. You settled back into your pillows and started to ramble on about what you filled your day with.

Eyebrows were raised at your two grapes, no more, no less. Yet you didn’t feel any shame about it. Mike had called another meeting in his basement the next day. It was a movie marathon whether they liked it or not. As the seats were filling, everyone seemed to make choices without even slightly thinking about it. You stood frozen by the coffee table. People were moving too quickly for you to catch up. You would sit next to Will, but Mike might strangle you if you took his spot. You would sit next to Jane, but she was already taking the armchair that was broken and dropped in the basement last year. You would sit next to Max, but she was halfway in Lucas’ lap. Dustin leaned over the arm of the couch, catching your attention.

“Sit on the floor next to me,” Dustin said, his tone stern again. You nodded, dropping onto the floor next to his legs. You pressed your back against the side of the couch, dropping your head back. Dustin’s hand found the side of your face, gently turning your head towards his thigh. You followed his lead. You scooted closer to him, tucking your arm under his leg. You dug your fingers into his pant leg, pressing your cheek against his thigh. Dustin’s hand gently landed on your cheek again, caressing the skin.

As the movie went on, his hand traveled. It went to the back of your neck, carelessly massaging it. It found your shoulder, slipping under the collar of your shirt and pressing against the bare skin. Then he traced the column of your neck with one finger, stopping at your clavicle. He dragged his finger up again, tilting your chin up. You stared up at him, your lips parting. His face was only half illuminated by the T.V. His eyes were bright even in the dim room. There was an unreadable thought behind his eyes that made your skin warm.

“Okay! Is anyone else seeing this?” Lucas almost shouted, startling you out of it. You looked over at him, the entire party’s eyes looking around for his reason.

“What?” Jane asked.

“I mean, what is this?” Lucas asked, pointing at you and Dustin. Will held up his hand, shielding his eyes.

“None of my damn business,” Will muttered, staring at the screen. Mike stared at Will, earning an eye roll from you. Jane shook her head, shrugging.

“Friendship,” Jane muttered, looking back at the movie.

“Don’t make me feel crazy,” Lucas muttered. Max rubbed his shoulder gently.

“It’s okay, we’ll get you a refill on your meds soon.” She whispered soothingly. Lucas snapped his head at her.

“I could kill someone right now,” Lucas whispered. You tilted your head back, resting against Dustin’s thigh again.

lmk if there's anything else you want to see or if you have concerns😰 I love comments or like wtv idk whatever you want ig

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