#Hop and El are in the car too its just not clear in the snippet

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WIP Wednesday!

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WIPS

~the usual~

Steve Henderson AU

Claudia Henderson Canon Character Masterlist

s3 Dustin funko (physical wip)

Chrissy Cunningham funko (physical wip)

tagging @blushweddinggowns @flowercrowngods @csinnamon-fox @withacapitalp and @wynnyfryd (and anyone else that wants to!! also absolutely no pressure of course! also also just let me know if you don't like being tagged in these💖)

SNIPPET

is it really a WIP Wednesday if i don't share Steve Henderson Au? I don't think so. anyway

(i have no idea how to do the 'more under the cut' thing hopefully i did this right.)

in todays episode the gang is taking a pitstop to drop of Dustin before going to ✨the hospital✨

They pulled up to Dustin's house in no time. It was small but very warm, especially with all the big windows and golden lights. Just as Hopper parked beside a bright yellow Volvo the front door swung open and a very frantic woman made her way to their car. Dustin launched out of the car, forgetting his bag on the floorboards, and ran over to her. Just the sight of him made her visibly relax with a frantic smile, pace slowing and shoulders slumping back to a natural state. It was like every emotion was exaggerated. On display like there was nothing to hide, like the whole world needed to know how worried or relieved she was. 

Or upset, because after a long hug she immediately began scolding him. Steve could barely hear what they were saying, a few words flicking in here and there.

“Worried …  so late ..  Mews..”

Mews. Dustin's cat. Dead cat. Did he tell her? Does she know about the upside down, too?

He opened his door and shouted for Dustin to come over, quickly grabbing his bag as an excuse for wanting to talk to him.

“Left your bag, dude.”

“Thanks,” he grabbed it quickly, clearly in a rush to get back, Steve reached out to keep him just a second longer.

“Did you tell her about Mews?” 

“Of course not! She doesn’t know about this stuff, I can’t just tell her about D’art!” he whispered

“Dusty, is everything okay?” she said, starting towards Steve’s door. Dustin gave him a look that screamed shit shit shit shit shit

“I got it,” he mouthed before she reached them.

“Yeah, everythings fine Mrs Henderson. I was telling Dustin that he should probably explain what happened today.” he lied easily. Her eyebrows raised, looking between them. Dustin still looked really nervous but trying to hide it under a weak smile and agreeing nod.

“Yeah, I asked Steve to help me look for Mews and-’

That got her attention.

“Did you find her?” she asked, voice wavering. Shit.

“No-” 

“Yeah”

Dustin froze.

“Well, we did, technically, just…” he hesitated for effect, then continued softly, “She didn’t make it.” 

She gasped, covered her mouth with her hands, and let out a strangled “oh”. Dustin looked almost as distraught, moreso at seeing his mother so upset. Fuck, this shouldn’t be so hard.

He continued, to complete the lie and to keep Dustin from having to say anything more.

“There was a rabid dog loose, we took care of it before it could hurt anything else, but... we were too late to help Mews. I’m- I’m so sorry.” He said. The story was fake, but the stutter and remorse wasn’t. Not necessarily feeling for Mews, he liked cats but he never actually saw Mews, but more for Mrs. Henderson. He had no idea how important this cat was to her and it was starting to make sense why Dustin kept lying to her about it.

She sighed wetly and Dustin gave her another hug.

“Can we bury her?” she asked

“Already did,” Dustin said into her shirt. He pulled back and looked more sure. Like a calmness swept over him, but too quickly. It had to be an armor, “We buried her in the backyard while you were at work, I can show you in a minute.”

Then he dropped his bag and pulled Steve in for a hug like he did with his mother. It was a surprise, but after a moment to think again he returned it, letting Dustin bury his head in his shirt and holding his onto him gently.

“I’m sorry, dude.” Steve whispered.

“It’s okay.” He said, pulling back and giving a little smile, “I’m going to come visit you, okay? At the hospital tomorrow."

“I’ll hold you to it,” he said, ruffling Dustin’s hat. He scooted back into the car, hearing Mrs. Henderson faintly question 'hospital' before the door shut. Hopper backed out of the driveway and Steve looked out the window, smiling as Mrs. Henderson waved at them before she and Dustin went inside.