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I'm only writing for Dustin for now so all three of us Dustin lovers can get more content!
I don't write character x character I'm sorry guys... (•̯́ ₃•̯̀)
I don't write smut for any version of Dustin that isn't the post graduation one but heavy petting is fine ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩)
Topics such as incest, paedophilia, explicit abuse and racial discrimination even in a light of being comforted from such horrible things won't be covered on my blog as I don't believe I have enough knowledge to do so correctly so my full apologies for that.
Eating disorders or weight issues also will not be covered as I am quite sensitive to those topics.
I will write for specific race, religion, ethnicity, or gender Readers (I'm a loosely catholic white person but I will do my best to research any of these kinds of specifics)
I'll mainly be writing fluff and keep my fics very positive but I may do some angst if I really like the request ദ്ദി(˵•̀ ᴗ -˵)
Don't be afraid to be a reoccurring anon or that I won't like your request! I will explain why if I don't want to do certain requests but I'm open to most ideas!
If you can it would be awesome to clarify a full fic or headcanon's in the request but I don't mind, I'll choose if not ◕⩊◕
DNI
Pro/Darkshippers,
Racist, Transphobes, Homophobes, Sexists, Zionists, Zoo's, Paedophiles etc
ED or SH blogs
there are places in the world today that are experiencing 40°C for the first time in recorded history. of course there's no way to know whether chucking billionaires into volcanos will appease the sun god but i feel we're doing the scientific method a disservice if we don't at least try
Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.
have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.
and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.
black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.
if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.
This is Juneteenth.
white people CAN interact with this post. share it, spread it.
Putting the term "Catholic guilt" on a high shelf where fandom can't reach it until everyone learns how to identify characters who are very very clearly coded as Protestant.
i do like season three, it has some of my favourite scenes (max and jane specifically) but i cannot watch it without getting irrationally mad because of that scene of lucas snd mike talking shit about women. i love you lucas (not you mike s3-5 fuck you) but I'm very irritated rn. PLUS remembering that they make mike and jane get back together like she wasn't the happiest when just hanging out without a bitch (mike) breathing down her neck. ALSO justice for will he just wanted to chillax now he's getting called gay for wanting to play a game instead of join in with their misogynistic ranting. Stranger things could've been so great if it was in the hands of people other than the duffer brothers
Messy Perfection☆ dustin henderson x punk!gn!reader
a/n: thank you so much for waiting... it was difficult to focus on this while trying to recover from my sickness but i loved this request so much i couldn't get myself to wait... i really hope you like it and that it lives up to your ask 🥹
themes/warnings: fluff, no y/n, not important but i hc that reader had neon orange hair and is covering the leftovers, dustin and reader are joyful social rejects who are madly in love, reader is playfully mean and dustin eats it up, proofread and nth else seems necessary 😇
wc: 1k
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Dustin glances at you through the mirror. He knew, undeniably, you were his favorite thing to ever touch down on this earth. The day you rolled up into the Hawkins High parking lot, blaring the loudest music he heard since Billy Hargrove, was the day he knew his life would be different from then on out.
Dustin was always a non-conformer, but especially after Eddie passed. The bullying and the disapproval from the party became intolerable. But when you showed up, being an outsider started to feel like a good thing. You were covered in spikes, patches, and you had this distinct aura of rebellious confidence that contrasted the bleak, heartless crowds around you. You became known for your ability to stand up for what you believed in, or more specifically, to stand against the politically incorrect bigots amongst the student body. (He would soon discover you called them 'meatheads', which then he would teach you about 'mouth breathers'. You loved it). He knew even from afar what type of person you were. And god, did he love it.
You guys took a liking to each other quickly. Chats in class turned to hangouts after school. Days turned into months, until one day he confessed his love to you in the crowd of a local band gig. You went home with smeared lipstick and your liberty spikes on their last life. Since then, his dedication to you is almost unbelievable. He adores you. Every morning when you get ready, he goes googly eyed. I mean, how could he not when-
"You're staring." You interject. His awareness snaps back into place, and he instantly feels a warmth in his cheeks.
"What?"
"You were staring. For a while."
The redder his face gets, the more you start to laugh. "Someone's embarrassed, huh?" You turn and pinch his cheek, then pick up the hairdye from your bathroom counter and shove it in his hands.
"I appreciate the flattery, but this hair won't dye itself... and you promised." He scrunches his nose, holding back his giggles. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just like... obsessed with you. Kinda. Maybe..." You snort, shaking your head as you face back towards the mirror. Dustin looks down at the dye, reading the label in his head; Poppin' Peach. "This is gonna look so sick on you, sweetheart."
The next hour is full of giggles, the blaring of your radio, and a growing mess of hairdye on every surface of your bathroom. It was all over the place, so Dustin made you stay still so he could wash the bathroom down from floor to ceiling. You sit criss cross apple sauce on the closed toilet, watching him admirably as he scrubs the counter with an old rag. "So, it's been a few months since your last bodily altercation... I can feel it in my bones that you're wanting another. Is it a tattoo or piercing next?" You can only help but giggle happily, as no one in the world picks up on your tendencies and desires like he does.
"I was thinking... snake bites?"
Dustin groans. It's quiet, but genuine and comes from somewhere deep. You raise your eyebrows and start to smile. "Dustin, do you think-"
"Get them. Please. I'll pay for it, I don't care. Just get them."
Now you're the one who's kinda flustered. Dustin has never shown any hesitation in ogling over you and proving his admiration, but you still can't help the flutters in your stomach. You tug him over to you by his belt loops, uncrossing your legs and tucking him between them. He stands above you, looking down at your face which is stained neon pink.
"Enjoy this, Dusty. It's the only time you'll ever tower over me." He snorts, shaking his head and leaning down towards you. "I like you closer to my face, anyways." He kisses you sweetly, smiling against your lips as he nips them gently. He backs up, going to kiss your forehead.
Before he can, you flick his forehead. "No, I don't want you eating hairdye." He sighs, smile and eyes dropping. He sulks over to the counter, making a show of aggressively soaking a wash cloth in the sink. He waddles back over, slapping the sopping wet cloth onto your forehead. You shriek.
"That's freezing, you fuck bag!" He giggles, holding your face in his hand and scrubbing down your cheeks like you're a kid who made a mess of their dinner.
"Don't move, make this easy for both of us." You huff, smacking his side lightly in retaliation.
He smirks. "You love me."
You roll your eyes. "Maybe."
After he's helped you rinse and wash out the dye, you're both back in your room. It's a breezy summer day, so you've cracked open the windows to let some fresh air in. You're propped up against your headboard, and Dustin is cuddled up against your chest. He's mumbling and rambling about different things; mostly complaints about Steve. He props himself to look up at you, making you both stomach to stomach. He lifts his hand, tracing your features and your various piercings with his fingertip. "You're very clingy today." You say. He nods. "Oh, I'm quite aware. I have no plans of stopping, either." He wraps his hands around your waist, leaning and kissing your cheeks over and over, making up for the ones he didn't get while you were a hot pink mess. You feed your fingers through his hair, rustling the curls. The smell of his shampoo wafts into the air and it makes your nose tingle.
Your senses have always been fond of Dustin and his belongings. The smell of his soaps are your favorite, the feeling of his sweatshirts, the sound of his voice... nothing beats it. That's why you both work so well together, because the same reflects to him. Your music, your cooking, your style is all his favorites as well. And he loves letting you know in every which way.
"Do you want to go to Family Video and convince Robin to let us rent Frankenstein on a discount?" He asks. Your mouth falls open a little, and you swear your pupils could turn to hearts. "Henderson- Marry me right now."
Summary!: Dustin goes to the toys r us to get a video game in 1987 and meets gn! reader who works there.
Warning: Barely proofread! Reader rage baits Dustin, Toys R Us mentioned (rip), Low key tsundere reader, Word beautiful is used to describe the reader but is meant to be in a gender neutral way!
It was embarrassing to go into Toys R Us to buy stupid toys for a younger sibling. It was even more embarrassing to go into Toys R Us to buy stupid toys for yourself.
Thank god they were still open, today's crawl was a useless waste as usual. Being stuck in a van with a man who's pining over his high school ex was difficult to say the least, even when you aren't concerned with having to track where a man in excessive danger is. He was so done with it all. No one valued his intelligence, his skill, but it wasn't just that. Normal. Well, his normal, he missed it so badly. It felt borderline melancholy doing anything anymore, it all reminded him of what he'd lost, what parts of him are missing and would never be found.
Dustin felt a bit out of place to say the least with a brown trench coat hanging from his frame, clearly meant for someone taller as it barely kept itself from dragging on the ground behind him. His long unruly hair settled on his shoulders which just served as a reminder of how long it had been since he last had the energy to cut it. People stared. People always stared. He'd learnt to pay less attention to it but he couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious here. It was meant to just be in and out, get his shit and leave but he couldn't help but stick around for a while admiring the new merchandise.
The Legend Of Zelda had released in America a couple months after his 16th birthday. He was given money to get it as soon as he could. He was going to play it with the group but he really didn't feel like talking to them right now. there's no harm in spending a little time alone, even if a little turned into a lot. He was coming to terms with being alone. It was for the better really, he didn't feel like anyone understood him anymore and he didn't want people to pretend they did. He knelt down to check the lower shelves for the area Zelda would be held in.
"Shit!" He muttered to himself as he realised the shelves that were meant to hold his first happy weekend in a year were empty. his shoulders deflated as he realised this was going to be yet another bad day. Before he could even stand up he heard a stern but young voice, "You're not allowed to swear in store, sir."
He looked up towards where the voice was coming from and above him was a someone so beautiful he felt right to be knelt before them. "Oh, I- Uh... I didn't think anyone was around."
You folded your arms across your chest, head leaning down in a teasing manner "You thought no one was around in a Toys R Us on a Saturday?"
Jesus Christ he really wasn't having a great time here
He knew the huff he released was childish but so what? he wanted this game, he wanted to be able to get some kind of reward after the hell of a year he's had. "Son of a bitch... Look, do you have any more Zelda? I've been saving up for a while." A blatant lie but if it got him some sympathy points he was going to use them.
You seemed unshaken by his crotchety demeanour, even amused by it. He couldn't particularly blame you. Having to deal with messy children and angry parents all day didn't grant you much entertainment. "No can do, all the other dorks got here before you."
Screw you Hopper... He finally gets to be excited about something and this stupid upside-down stuff ruins it again. "Shit! First of all, I'm not a dork, I'm a nerd. There's a difference."
You butted in before he could mansplain geek culture to you and gave him a tap on the head. looking him up and down, you deadpanned "You gonna stand up?"
"Oh- Uh- Yeah" He didn't even realise he was still kneeling until now, probably not a good idea for a first impression.
You couldn't help how your smile only spread at his height.
"What?" He retorted at the sight of the immediate amusement on your face.
You gave him an eye up and down with an entertained grin. "Nothing."
You wordlessly put your hand to your head and raised it over his as a way of measuring your heights against each other. Dustin quickly noticed the way you lifted your hand to exaggerate your height and called it out.
"Hey! Not fair! You're cheating!" He protested, pointing at your hands.
Were you bored and snide enough to provoke an already irritable teenage boy your age in the middle of your job? Easily. "Nuh uh. You must be dehydrated from all your skulking around the shop, I think you're hallucinating."
He became exasperated by your attitude, waving his hands around, attempting to reason. "You're not even doing your job." His voice became so squeaky you couldn't help how obvious it was that you were trying to hold back laughter. He now caught onto the fact you were just doing this to mess with him but let you continue with a huff.
"I'm doing my job just fine" You answered, now completely unable contain your giggles.
His eyes rolled and shoved his hands into his pockets. "You're obviously not here to help me so I'm leaving" He expected more people making fun of him, that's not what surprised him about his experience. What did was the warm hand that newly held his shoulder
"C'mon, I'm joking around." Much to your dismay he could sense a softening within your attitude to him once he threatened to leave. "I'll check the back, see if there's any more Zelda." to immediately reverse that new found softness he realised something.
"You could've done that the whole time?" While his face twisted into irritation again, you couldn't help the grin that snuck onto your face
"Just got a bit bored really."
"Screw you"
Sticking your tongue out at him, you began walking off. You were so irritating but he couldn't help his eyes following you as you left. Those uniforms really were stupid. He wondered what you wore outside of your job, attempting to bring up a memory of potentially passing you in the hall but all he could remember was maybe seeing you in some kind of band tee on the other side of the cafeteria. It's not like you two had talked before this so you two must've been in different classes. Before he could finish scraping at his mind for memories you came back with a pout.
"No luck." Unlike before this seemed genuine, as if you were expecting to be his geeky hero and present him with the cartridge.
"Thanks anyways" He muttered, deciding not to take your newly earnest nature to heart, he had too much confusing shit going on for that.
Before he could fully turn away you spoke again. "Hey... don't go. I've got like 15 minutes left of my shift, you can hang around that long. Or have you got a girlfriend to run home to?"
"You know I don't." He was used to being able to repute that (very common) claim so it kinda stung knowing he couldn't any more. While wallowing in that he was able to complete miss that a cute teen just asked if he was single.
"It's slow around this time," he followed after as you began to stroll around the shop. "We can basically just walk around and if my boss asks I'm helping you buy stuff but you're really indecisive"
Wandering around the store was oddly calming, you began to chatter on about the job with all the perks of yelling parents and snivelling kids touching everything they could get their hands on. You were funny, truly you had been since you two met but he was too irritable to like it at first.
"But anyways, what's up with you?" It had been about 10 minutes of your rambling so you ever so kindly decided he should get a turn to speak. "Why didn't you come in immediately after school like the other geeks. You have that 'I don't shower, it takes time away from my comic books' look."
"Ow? But I- I've just been busy. A friend thing i guess." He sits down in one of the empty isles of toys, it wasn't exactly private but it was the best you could get in this place.
"Yeah? that sucks, you don't seem all that thrilled about it."
"trust me, im not" His cheeks heated up as you took a seat next to him. He had been so grouchy yet the moment you saw him you knew it was a front. Sure it was a little embarrassing but maybe he needed that, someone to bring him back down to reality for a second, to remind him he's still just that nerdy kid after all he's been through.
"You know..." He didn't expect the sudden shyness that came with your next request. Without the insults as a crutch you were just as awkward as him, maybe even more. "I actually got first dibs working here. I got a copy at home"
"yeah?" His messy curls shifted as he tilted his head to your direction, now free from his recently discarded cap. Once his eyes met yours you became bashful again, putting on a performatively irritable layer over your words while you turned away from him.
"I'm telling you that you should come over and play it sometime" That layer struggled to hold up but thankfully Dustin was unaware enough to not notice how your hands tugged anxiously at the "stupid" uniform you had on.
"Seriously? You're not shitting me right now?"
He sounded so thankful. This talking thing felt so much easier when you didn't have a good impression of him, now your insults felt wobbly and anxious. "I'm not doing this because you're special or anything, i just feel bad for you. You're 16 and what, 5'4?"
"I'm 5'5 actually!" he argues, following you back to the front of the store.
He watches you rip a piece of an old receipt someone left at the desk, scribble something down and pass him the crumpled note before rushing him out the door. "The store is closing sir, you can't be hanging around like a loser."
Once the door closed he unfolded the note... It was written in binary?
A.N: Hello everykitty! I'm so sorry that i was gone for so long, this has really not been a good beginning to the year for my family and me but i'm back writing and drawing so yay! Also this isn't amazing ofc so as always constructive criticism is appreciated! And to that one person who sent a request like months ago i promise i will do it 💪 Luv you all and here's a picture of my cat on my lap while i was trying to have tutoring lessons for my exams lol
really bad four months, a lot of not niceness and exams and family stuff and mental health stuff real real bad but i'm gonna try getting into writing again, especially when i finish failing my fuckass exams. so sorry guys luv you 💗
Request: "Dustin x very shy and extra nerdy reader!!! he flusters her on accident and doesn’t even notice till she is a blushing mess 🥹🫰 tysmm"
Hiii! Thank you so much for my first request!!! I wrote the reader as nerdy in the fandom way rather than the maths and science way even though the reader is also said to be very intelligent so I do hope that's okay! If you wanted something different from this fic I can totally do that too so don't worry about asking again (..◜ᴗ◝..)
Context: Set in 1988 (I completely did not remember that season 5 was 1987 and not 1988 so pretend I totally got my research right and Starbase Indy started a year earlier, thanks guys ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ) pre-season 5 around April, Reader is unaware of the upside down
Warnings: Reader is a trekkie fujoshi
"Does she even talk?" Is a phrase that's followed you your whole school life. People didn't exactly bother you often but they stared, they giggled to themselves within their little cliques and made you feel... Outcasted. The social aspect of school was a struggle for you but at least you knew one person who was always there to cheer you up, your boyfriend.
Dustin dropped his books down in front of you, snapping you out of your usual day dream. "What's up? You uh... Still conscious there? Not that it would matter, you could pass the MCATS asleep." Similar to you he hadn't been having a great time in school. You'd see how guys would push him around and threaten him right in the middle of the hallway, yet minutes after those assholes tried to rip him apart he'd walk into class and like clockwork he'd give you a smile and a compliment. You truly wished you could do something to help but nothing would change even if you tried. They'd blow you off, question why you were even speaking to them and as always you'd get scared.
"Yeah, sorry I just- I got distracted." You couldn't help the way your blood rushed to your face or how it heated in a manner you didn't experience with anyone else. Before Dustin you assumed romance wasn't on the table. In movies girls like you are put to the side or only deemed attractive once there's the inevitable makeover scene where she walks into school and everyone turns there heads no longer in repulse or pity but in admiration. You used to think you needed that, needed to change yourself, needed the whole school to realise they were wrong for treating you poorly, for ignoring you. That want faded with Dustin. He would show you consistently how much he valued you, how special you were to him and you'd much rather have that over superficial idiots inviting you to parties you wouldn't even enjoy. You truly hoped he could feel all the appreciation you had through how you smiled at him, sweetening it for his comfort.
Class passed as usual, writing your notes in a my little pony notebook Dustin picked out for you, the occasional glance between you two and packing everything into the backpack you'd owned for years once class ended. Walking to the cafeteria was filled with you two's usual chatter about the upcoming release of video games, dnd and particularly today the newly finished first season of star trek the next gen.
"I know Kirk is the original but Picard, and I know it's still the first season, just seems a little more charming. Obviously it's not gonna capture the magic of the original but I say if we give it some time it could turn out really good. What do you think?" Dustin sat himself down next to you on a lone table. You tended to sit alone but having Dustin being there was always fun. Despite the disagreements with his little group lately he commonly seemed to feel this pressure to sit with them. He felt visibly guilty about telling you he had to sit with his friends without you. You understood of course, he was allowed to sit with his friends but he acted so strange about it. Sometimes he wouldn't even talk to them or actively argue but completely stopped and started wildly jotting things down the moment the radio turned on. You always thought it was strange but you assumed that group was just really big fans of Rockin' Robin.
You hummed to yourself in thought about your own opinions on the new star trek. Honestly it wasn't as good but the first season never is.
"I miss Spock and Kirk a bit." You shrugged and spoke between bites of the the lunch you packed this morning. After a while of stuttering your order to the lunch ladies Dustin reminded you that you just didn't have to do that shit and could get your own stuff. More and more you applied that to other things too. Dustin's attitude did impact you in small ways like how you felt more comfortable being independent or exploring new things even if it was as simple as choosing your own food every morning or wearing your hair a different way. He seemed so sure of himself even when he truly wasn't and didn't care what people thought of him, it was rubbing off on you bit by bit.
"Do you like 'The premise'?" He replied to your complaint with a smirk. He watched you freeze.
"Excuse me?" You couldn't help the anxious laugh that escaped you as you spoke. There's no way he new that phrase. Last month you and Dustin had gone to a Star Trek convention named "Starbase Indy" and while you two were separated you may have come across someone selling some fanzines with some un-conventional art and fiction inside. That's a polite way of saying borderline intimate artistic displays of Captain Kirk and Spock. You weren't apposed to it, to put it lightly. You put yourself on the list to receive later issues of said fanzines and bought a couple before shoving them into your pin adorned bag at the familiar voice coming up behind you. In a flustered state you rushed Dustin into a prop building room to make sure he got so distracted he wouldn't ask about what he likely saw you shove into your bag. You assumed it had worked until now. Asking someone if they liked "The premise" in the Star Trek fandom was a secret way of worming out the Kirk and Spock shippers. You hadn't even heard of it until the kind lady at the fanzine stall taught you, how would he know? It was likely just a misunderstanding on your part.
"Uh- I enjoy Data so far I guess..." You truly had more to say about next gen but you were a little rattled at the idea of Dustin knowing about your interest in shipping in general, especially those two.
"You know that's not what I mean." He looked delighted to bring this up while you were horrified.
"Look, those fanzines weren't what you think they are!" You quickly attempted to defend yourself, falling over your own words in the horror of realising that Dustin totally knew what you bought that day.
Dustin shrugged his shoulders and spoke in that squeaky tone you recognised from when he was either lying about borrowing your dnd dice or defending himself when you soon after found said dice. "C'mon! It's adorable! I love that you're a little geek like me! It's not an issue to me that you like to look at two guys making out." At least he had the manners to lower his voice so no one else would hear your guilty pleasure.
"That's not-! Oh my god..." You hid your face in your hands, your voice coming out in a weak whine of defeat. Dustin noticed your genuine distress over something he assumed wasn't that big of a deal. He cooed at your bashful behaviour as he put his hand on your back to reassure you.
"Hey, c'mon, I don't mind." His voice was honeyed for you, softened to not even risk making you feel worse. Teasing was all fun and games, especially when you got so adorably sheepish, but he knew when to stop pushing despite the smile on his face. "I didn't think it was a big deal, I'm sorry hun."
He watched you raise your face from your hands, his eyes flickering down how your velvety lips were lightly pouted before going back up to the way your pupils dilated and how the light reflected off the stunning colour of your iris's. PDA wasn't big with you two, you disliked the attention it brought but he couldn't help briefly pressing his lips to your forehead and you couldn't help the smile that grew in response to it. You couldn't help the playful annoyance at him. "You're such an asshole, Dustin."
Little notes from me! I watched a video about Kirk x Spock for this and found out that the fanfics tropes of sex pollen, the idea of people having mating seasons/heats and fuck or die was all from the og Star Trek! Also, they made the first fandom conventions! How awesome! On another note if anyone has any constructive criticism for my writing I'd really appreciate it! Thank you all for reading <3
