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[iamayurtle]

Hey! You! *opens trench coat* Wanna Monty x Reader fic?

It’s got everything a reader needs: tons of angst, a 76k word count that will get bigger, and a smidgen of smut *waggles eyebrows*

This will be more Monty/Reader centric, but others will make appearances too! (Like the dca and other Glamrock animatronics)

This is something I’ve been working on for a little over a year, but just recently, I’ve rewritten the entire work so it’s missing some of the plot holes it had originally (lucky you). I’m definitely wanting to share it with more people since I’m a bit more proud of it now. While it’s not quite finished, there are about 15ish chapters, so you won’t have to wait on me updating for a bit.

(Summary below cut, if you wanna know :D)

You promised yourself you wouldn’t work with the animatronics again, not after the “Incident”. You had made a vow, and kept to it for months. But when you’re begged to come back, you give in, breaking your own promise, and agree to work as the animatronics’ caretaker again.

You find that everything’s still the same about the job. Your old routines stick and everything feels just like it used to. Everyone is happy to have you back, but something seems off about Monty. He seems friendlier than before, making excuses to be around you. He even seems more… flirtatious?

As you deal with complicated feelings and what comes after bottling up grief, you discover something about the Pizzaplex that terrifies you. Something dark and twisted, and it’s waiting just for you.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Why... why would they post that...? So close? If they think it builds suspense or throws the viewer off, it doesn't... it's just frustrating. It also doesn't really make sense considering the duffers are so upset with how much got spoiled with the monopoly game

[devondespresso]

Wip Whatever-day-it-is-idk-man

tagged by @stobinesque @eriquin and @blushweddinggowns ! 💃🪩🕺 Thank you guys so much my brains exploding with happy chemicals from you guys

Rules

ok so i haven't done wip wednesdays/weekends in a bit because i wasn't sure how I wanted to do the wip options since i only have one wip i keep going back and editing instead of writing whats next. SO i figured I'll make a little version where you guys make me to put the gists of things down just to have something to work with and stop just editing my old shit

In a poll I have a handful of different scene ideas I know will happen relatively soon in my fic We'll Be Alright (The Steve Henderson Au)

You guys can vote for one in the poll and I'll share a snippet from my most recently added scene (actually new stuff and not me editing my old stuff!! wahoo!!)

each vote will be 1 paragraph (so like could be a chunk of text could be a dialogue line) i'll spend putting that idea into words and each ask will be 3 paragraphs plus a little snippet from what I got down (much shorter than my normal, sorry guys i've belatedly realized i've shared a lot more than i thought of my earlier chapters lol

Snippet

Since all these are kinda serious plot moments I figured I'd share a moment of silliness

Steve stood there for a few seconds, water running and holding a tortoise in someone else’s bathroom. 

And to think, this isn't even the weirdest thing to happen in the past few days.

"Back." Dustin announced, running back in with a thermometer he stuck right under the water.

"Why the thermometer?"

"He's ectothermic so he needs a very specific temperature range."

Steve nodded, just going with it.

"You should call him Yortoise."

"Yortoise?"

"Yeah, Yurtle is 'turtle' with a 'Y' so since he's a tortoise… Yortoise."

"He's named after the book though." he said, closing the sink drain and letting water fill the bottom. 

"He won't mind, he can't read."

Dustin burst out in a laugh.

"I'll just stick with Yurtle."

"Can I still call him Yortoise?"

"Sure, it'll be your special nickname for him."

"Hell yeah"

tagging @marvel-ous-m @wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart @scoopertroopers @spicysix @thegoblinboy and anyone else that wants to join! (no pressure💕)

[ratmuffintherapy]

Hey! Discovered your blog as I was scrolling through tags and I have a request!

Eddie Munson of course. Love of my life. I was thinking reader could be Dustin’s older sister, but maybe a year younger than Eddie, so he doesn’t really know her or see her. She’s a pretty badass nerd and proud of it. Into the same music Eddie is, loves to read and write, into classic movies and most importantly, D&D - not that she would ever tell Dustin that since she knows he would BEG her to play all the time. And so, when Lucas goes to the bball came opposed to Eddie’s campaign, reader overhears Dustin freaking out with Mike and she decides to jump in and help. Eddie teases her at first just like with Erica and she has a badass moment and helps them win. After Eddie asks her out and it’s super cute, fluffy.

MY VERY FIRST REQUEST! thank you for the request, anon! i hope you like it! word count: 2,431 warning: fluff, cursing note: y/h/c = your hair color. bolded words in the middle of an imagine are lines taken directly from the show. do you guys want a part 2? i think this could be a great series!

"Dustin! Hurry up, or else the y/n mobile is saying bye bye without you!" I yelled up the staircase, huffy because my little brother was taking a million years to get downstairs. This was a daily occurrence and I was honestly fed up with it. He was always either feeding Yurtle or caught up in whatever he was doing for Hellfire club that day. Today, he couldn't find his Hellfire shirt.

"HOLD ON AND STOP BEING SO MEAN TO ME!" I rolled my eyes and tapped my fingers together anxiously, checking my watch. Objects clattered and crashed upstairs and I could imagine my brother throwing things around his room like the drama king he was.

"Patience, honey, patience." My mom tousled my hair as she walked by.

"Moooom, I was going to meet up with my friends for Rebecca's birthday this morning and now I'm not going to be able to give her the present I got her until this weekend because he's being stupid."

Mom stroked Mews and handed me a piece of toast. "Calm down and eat this. DUSTIN!! YOU'RE GIVING YOUR SISTER AN ANEURYSM!"

"I'M COMING! SHIT!"

"LANGUAGE!"

His feet thundered as he ran down the hall and down the stairs. He threw on his hat and his wrinkled Hellfire shirt and I smacked him. "Finally! Get in the car!" I took a huge stress bite out of the piece of toast and kissed mom on the cheek.

"Have a great day at school, kids!"

"Remember mom, I have Hellfire tonight!" Dustin ran to the car, backpack bouncing, and I ran after him.

We jumped into my shitty car, and I kicked it into gear.

"Every morning you make me stress eat because you make us late, dude."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry y/n, Mews hid my shirt under a pile of shit so I couldn't find it, I promise I'm going to be on time from now on."

I sighed, unable to stay mad at my brother for long. He's only two years younger than me, him being a freshman and me being a junior, but I still see him as my baby brother. I tapped the front of his baseball cap and smiled.

"That better be a promise." Dustin smiled his toothy grin at me.

--

We pulled into the Hawkins High parking lot. Dustin jumped out of the car while I was still rolling to a stop.

"Dustin! Don't do that!" I yelled out the window and people turned to look.

"Idiot." I grumbled under my breath and I parked the car. I grabbed my backpack and ran inside. I saw my friends and grinned, seeing my best friend of ten years, Rebecca, all dolled up for her birthday.

"Babe!!" Rebecca turned with a smile and I gave her the biggest hug. "Happy birthday!! Here, I made this for you!"

I dug the photo album I put together out of my bag and handed it to her. I had spent hours and hours on that thing, asking her mom and my mom for pictures we had taken together over the years, and put it into this scrapbook and decorated it with stickers and glitter and ribbons.

"Y/n!" Rebecca looked up at me in the middle of flipping through the pages, teary-eyed.

"Don't you dare cry, Rebecca Fedson. If you cry, I'll cry and it is too early for that."

She embraced me in a huge hug and I hugged her back, smiling into her hair. "I love you y/n."

--

Eddie's POV

"Babe!" I heard a familiar voice rush past me and a blur of y/h/c hair flew by. I turned to see if it was who I thought it was.

Y/n. I watched as she hugged her friends and gave her friend a... birthday present? Yeah. A birthday present. I had admired y/n from a distance for years now, ever since I saw her in the halls as a freshman. Back then, I was a sophomore and her smile was what caught my eye. I once had asked Dustin if she knew her, him being younger and more likely to know, and he had looked me quizzically and told me that was his older sister. After that, I occasionally saw her around the halls, but I never dared to approach her. She was always with a friend or two, and at lunch she was surrounded by friends who adored her and who she adored. She was popular, but not like Jason and those assholes. She was... nice. She had caught your eye a few times when you noticed her, and she smiled at you. Nobody smiled at you. Except for the Hellfire club, of course. But other than them, no one ever smiled at Eddie Munson, the self-proclaimed freak. But she did, and sometimes even raised her fingers in a shy wave. I think she knew who I was through Dustin. She probably also saw my Hellfire shirt, on days that I matched with Dustin, and put two and two together. I tried to be as cool as possible, but just the sight of her made me--confident, doesn't-care-about-anyone Eddie--nervous.

I watched y/n and her friend hug each other tight as her friend clung onto the gift y/n had given her. Y/n was always so thoughtful. So nice. But of course, I didn't dare do anything. Not only because she was inaccessible to Eddie the Freak, but also because she was inaccessible to me as Dustin's sister.

--

Y/n's POV

The day went by normally. Just class, occasionally seeing my friends if we had class together. I wasn't a star student, but I was good enough and enjoyed school enough. Overall, I was content at Hawkins High.

I met Dustin outside the school at the end fo the day, only to find him sitting dejectedly with Mike.

"What's up, guys?" I asked, shifting my backpack on my shoulder.

"I hate high school." Dustin mumbled.

"Whoa, what's going on? Did something happen?"

Mike sighed. "Eddie isn't letting us move Hellfire tonight for Lucas's game, which means that Lucas won't be at the campaign, and without someone to replace him, we can't play."

"We've been trying to find a replacement all day, but no one wants to play D&D."

The two boys slumped on the wall, pouting. I crossed my arms, thinking. Dustin didn't know it--no one did, but I had been dying to play D&D for a while now. When Dustin got really into it, I got a gameplay book to see what his obsession was all about, and as a nerd myself, who loves fantasy novels and movies, I got pretty sucked into it. I knew all the characters, all the rules. I kept this a secret from Dustin because I knew that if he found out, he would incessantly bother me about playing. I sighed, coming to a conclusion.

"I can be your substitute."

Dustin and Mike's heads shot up, surprised.

"What? You don't even know the rules or what a campaign is, or anything. How would you be the sub?" Dustin asked incredulously.

I ran my fingers through my hair before telling him, "I actually have wanted to play for years now. I know everything there is to know about D&D. I just didn't tell you because you'd be annoying about it."

Dustin's eyes widened as he dramatically grasped Mike's arm.

"No. Fucking. Way." Mike stared at me, open-mouthed.

Dustin slowly got up. "You're telling me," He breathed, "That you've kept this a secret from me? All these years?" He clutched his chest, "My dear sister! Who are you!"

I rolled my eyes and smacked him. "You keep this up, and I'm taking it back."

"Nononono, come on! We can go introduce you to the club right now!" Dustin grabbed my hand and dragged me behind him. I laughed and ran behind him and Mike followed me to Hellfire club.

--

Eddie's POV

I was finishing setting up today's campaign in the classroom when the door slammed open. My head jerked up to see Dustin and Mike standing in front of me, and.... and Y/N.

"And who is this?" I slowly smiled at y/n as her eyes lit up in recognition.

My breath hitched as she stepped around Dustin and walked towards me. She held out her hand and said, "I don't think we've officially met before. I'm y/n."

I smiled and took her hand in both of mine. "Please to meet you, princess, I'm Eddie."

I swear I saw her color a little as she smiled at me. We stood there like that for a moment until Dustin finally said, "Alright, that's enough, break it up. Eddie, this is y/n, my sister, and she's going to be Lucas's replacement."

Wait. What? I let go of her hand and took a step back. "No way miss y/n, miss popular knows how to play. Nope. Sorry princess, but that's not gonna happen." I crossed my arms.

Y/n raised her brows at me and took a step forward to close the gap that I had made.

"Well I'm offended Eddie, you don't think I'm smart enough to play your little game?" I furrowed my brows and retorted, "No it's not that, it's just that I don't trust people who run with the crowd you run with. Little miss thing can't possibly actually want to play, and we don't play with people who are just here for sympathy, to do charity work for the freaks and losers."

Mike and Dustin stood enraptured, their heads switching back and forth between us to look at us as we spoke.

Y/n rolled her eyes at me and retorted, "Trust me, I don't trust the crowd I run in either. But like you didn't choose who you're friends with, I didn't choose either." I gave her an incredulous look. "Listen, ask me anything you want. I've been studying the playbook for years now. I bet I know more than you."

"Alright, Henderson, you asked for it."

I shot off questions rapid-fire. To my surprise, y/n answered all of them with ease and confidence. She even looked bored. As she answered more and more questions correctly, my eyebrows went higher and higher on my face until I thought they would fall off.

"You done yet, Munson?" Y/n studied her nails and glanced up at me.

I paused for a second. Then I grinned. Holding out a hand, I said, "Welcome to the team, y/n Henderson."

--

Y/n's POV

"Come on, come ON!!" I bent over the table, watching Dustin rattle the dice in his hands. We were on the last leg of the campaign, and we needed one last thing to beat Eddie's long, complicated campaign.

It was like slow-motion. Dustin released his hands and the dice bounced across the table. The numbers spun around and around until...

"YES!" I pumped my arms up in the air and attacked my brother with a hug. Everyone cheered and high-fived, and I laughed as I watched them lose their shit over Dustin. I glanced over at Eddie and caught his eye. He was standing, arms crossed, smiling tenderly at me. I inhaled sharply and smiled back at him.

I walked over to join him on the other side of the table and smiled at the sight of the Hellfire club celebrating their win. Eddie nudged me with his elbow.

"Not bad, baby girl. You really impressed me today. Never would have chalked you up to be a nerd."

I nudged him back, "Well, don't judge a book by its cover, Munson."

He turned to face me, and I looked up to meet his doe-eyes. He smiled gently down at me and bit his lip. He ran his hand through his hair nervously.

"You know, y/l/n, I've... uh, I've," Eddie stammered and took a deep breath, "I've always been quite taken by you." His words rolled out as if they were one, and he looked down shyly.

My heart pounded as I heard him say that. He didn't know it, but ever since Dustin joined Hellfire and started talking about Eddie, I had watched him from afar. At first, it was to make sure that the guy my brother was hanging out with wasn't doing anything sketchy, but then it quickly became a crush. I mean, who wouldn't, with those eyes, those dimples, that famous long black hair?

It took all the courage in me to reach out and take his hand, which was fidgeting with his many silver rings. Our fingers met, and I heard Eddie give out a small gasp.

"I never would have known, but if I had known, I would have told you..." I tucked my hair behind my ear, "That I am also quite taken by you."

Eddie held my hand tighter. He was still looking down at his shoes, and I couldn't read what was going on in that beautiful head of his.

"Eddie? Say something." I said quietly.

He looked up at me. His eyes sparkled in the dim light. His face slowly broke out into a smile, lighting it up in a way I have never seen anyone's face light up.

"Well, well, well. Who would've thunk?" Eddie laughed breathily and I giggled. He finally took my other hand and we stood facing each other like that for a second.

"Y/n, would you... possibly want to.... go out with me sometime?" I grinned at him, unable to contain my happiness, "I'd treat you real nice." Eddie added and smiled back at me. I threw my arms around his neck and I felt Eddie pause, and then snake his arms around my waist.

"Yes, please." I whispered into his ear, and he held me tighter.

"I'll call you tonight, then. For the details." Eddie whispered back.

I pulled back and beamed at Eddie. Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson and me. That just sounded so right for some reason.

I snapped back to reality as the group of jumping and cheering boys jumped over to us and enveloped us in shouts. Eddie laughed and tousled Dustin's curly hair, and smiled back up at me.

"Alright, alright boys, let's calm down before adults come looking for what's causing this ruckus."

Eddie held my gaze and winked at me, ever so subtly. My heart skipped a beat, not-so-subtly. He mouthed, I'll call you later, princess. And I couldn't imagine what I could want more than that.

[frog4278]

After @givehimthemedicine pointed out that Mike owned some sort of reptile in s1 (most likely a snake) I’ve thinking about it nonstop

Picture this: Baby Mike on his knees begging for a pet and Karen is like “Your dad is allergic to fur” and he's like “I don’t want one with fur” and then Karen closes her eyes and breathes deeply and prays it’s not like a reptile or smth (it’s worse it’s a fucking snake).

He writes snake 70 times on his Christmas wish list just to be sure. He’s so dedicated he went to the library and got all of the books he could carry about snakes and how to take care of them and even bought the terrarium and stuff with his own money. And when he gets a snake for Christmas he loses his mind. He’s yelling and vibrating and running around the room climbing the walls stimming calling Will hugging his mom

He screams into the phone about his new snake and asks Will to come over before calling Dustin and Lucas. Dustin is the most excited about it cause he got a turtle for Christmas (Yurtle). They play with Yurtle and Cranium (Mike thought it was a cool name) with their action figures

[akire-echo]

It’s Simply a Henderson Thing-Season 2, Chapter 3

(Moving right along to the next episode. This one is short but again, I love writing it. Enjoy below the cut)

You got home earlier than expected, fully intent on calling over to the Wheeler’s place to see if Nancy had come back home yet. But you were stopped by your mom as soon as you got into the house.

She looked up from her tv program. “I wasn't expecting you back for a while, Y/N. Didn't you have fun at the party?"

You didn't like lying to her but sometimes it was the only way to make her not worry. “It was fine, I just got sick of listening to monster mash on repeat.” You joked.

“Oh but it's so fun!” She hummed the infernal song immediately.

You flashed a fake smile “Dusty back yet?"

“A few minutes ago.” She confirmed, still silently singing and dancing to the song in her head.

You decided to check in on him, wanting to know how his night went and how big his candy haul was that year. You knocked on his door.

“I'm busy, mom!” He called out.

“Not mom.” You called back.

“Y/N!” A loud gasp was heard behind the wood of his door.

It open quickly, with Dustin pulling you into his room by the arm. You paused briefly to wonder why people were so comfortable with manhandling you lately.

“Geez, calm down.” You chided.

“I need to show you something.” He whispered.

“A secret something?” You whispered back, conspiratorially.

He nodded, pulling you along even further. “Watch your step!”

You nearly avoided his turtle on the floor. What was Yurtle doing out of his habitat? Dustin brought you over to the terrarium, lifting the blanket covering the glass.

You waited, looking around for what he was trying to show you.

“Come on out, Dart.” He said.

You looked closer into the glass, not seeing anything amiss. That was until a small creature came out from the faux rock cave. You leaned in, incredibly intrigued but sort of disgusted.

“What is that?” Your brows furrowed.

“I don't know, found it near the trash outside. Named him D'Artagnan. He likes nougat.”

You got a good look at the slimy thing. “Hold on, do you still have those reptile reference books?”

He nodded, cracking one open. “So far I think he might be some sort of frog.”

“Maybe juvenile?" You asked yourself out loud. The small thing made a noise.

“Don't tell mom.” Dustin pleaded with you “She already said I can't have another pet.”

“And you are sure you want to keep this…thing?” You asked, genuinely.

“Yeah, it's so cool!” He's nodded more. You shook your head in vague amusement.

“All right, all right. I sibling swear not to tell, but you have to find out what that thing is so you can take care of it probably, OK?”

“I will! Thanks, Y/N!”

“Yeah, yeah.” You chuckled as he hugged you around your middle.

“Can you drive me to the library tomorrow before school to find more reptile books?"

“Sure.” You replied, taking one last look at the odd creature.

———————————————————————

In the hubbub of Dustin’s new slimy friend, you’d almost forgotten about your own friend who had slipped your grasp for nearly two days.

Luckily you didn’t have to track her down. Nancy found you on break at school. She looked fairly upset. You’d get some answers from her eventually, but first you had to know why she was so upset.

“Can we talk?” She asked, rubbing her arm nervously and gesturing her head.

“Of course.” You replied, following her to a place you could talk in private.

She was looking anywhere but at you, seemingly trying to find the right words to say.

But then you spoke up.

“You gonna tell me what’s up? I’ve been worried…” you put your hand on her shoulder.

“I think-I think Steve and I just broke up.”

“Oh.” You said. That wasn’t where you thought this conversation was going to go. “So this doesn’t have anything to do with the dinner at the Holland house?”

“It does…kind of…”

She trailed off and looked into the distance.

“Nance, please talk to me.”

She sighed. “I just…it’s getting to me. The lying, the coverup, all of it! And Steve doesn’t even care! I just feel so…so..”

She couldn’t articulate it, but you could. You’d been feeling it ever since you left those woods just a year previously.

“Guilty.” You responded for her.

She looked up into your eyes, seeing that you got it.

“You…you aren’t alone in this, Nancy. I…god I wish we’d fought harder or moved quicker. And I wish…I wish I had gone to that party with you…maybe none of this wouldn’t have ever happened..”

“No, no, it’s not your fault!”

“It’s not yours either.” You reminded her. “There was no way to foresee a real life monster taking away our best friend.”

The both of you looked at each other.

“Yeah…still doesn’t help me feeling bad about the Hollands.”

You knew that feeling exactly, it’d been one you’d had to contend with too.

She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. “I think I have to go find Jonathan.”

“Oh?” You asked.

“Apparently I got drunk and he took me home after the fight with Steve. He might know more.”

“Ah.” He seemed to save her quite a lot. “You go find him and catch me up later, okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I will.”

[dumdumsun]

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

After procrastinating all my work i finally finished volume one. I have hit things, paced the entirety of my house at least a million times, and cried for the second time in two days (three as i am writing this) NOW TIME TO UNBLOCK EVERY STRANGER THINGS TAG ON EVERYTHING I OWN AND CATCH UP ON YOURS AND YURTLE’S POSTS

AAAAYYYEEE

[fogsrollingin]

SPN S15 Mini-Review (brimming with praise tho)

I've decided not to live-chat this year & instead watch every episode alone with a glass of wine & this expression on my face

(replace the little chick with the glass of wine)

I loved everything about this premiere and it's an understatement to say I'm sad we only have 19 episodes left to go.

The Kansas Watch Party was amazing. This is me freaking out over The Darkness the Impala & Yurtle, Charlie's yellow Gremlin:

And here was the VIP bag o goodies (they killed it!)

Episode Highlights

Dean's stupid knock knock jokes while tending to Sam's wounds makes me wanna cry. Not because it's sad but just, I have b r o t h e r e m o t i o n s. I also kinda like the knock knock joke canon over counting from last year's ep (the "you always put me first all your life" scene) because counting is a bit remedial.... although maybe it's just as great if I consider it a thing they only did if there was risk of a concussion/head trauma. That would make sense so nevermind!

Castiel's exasperated disappointment over Sam shooting him was hilarious. Also "well I wouldn't starve." 😂 Also the cold open with Castiel picking Jack up and running with him 😭

For more Jack feels, Dean saying he was their kid. Fuuuck 😭😭😭

Moving on, Calvert's wiseguy-esque demon is absurd, mesmerizing, and just plain fun! I'm embracing this role because we already know from last year's finale that Jack's rolling around in the empty and we'll see him again. In the meantime we can totally enjoy Balfagar (if I heard that correctly). Edit correction: Belphegor, oof I was so close

I love the conclusion Sam spelled out to Dean about how Chuck losing interest in them means they could finally be free of his influence/plans. There's so many layers of meta that I'm not gonna occupy myself with right now because what matters most to me: this is a fantastic goal with a lot of potential plots. They don't wish to defeat their antagonist, or win something, but to escape.

...well okay, maybe I will entertain one meta thought.

The Quickest Meta: it's established Chuck represents the show and canon, and that if Sam and Dean manage to get Chuck to move on from them, they can finally be free and canon, the show, will end.

They're still fictional characters though, so where is their freedom? How do they carry on?

My hopes involve the writers suggesting the characters are trying to escape Chuck, canon, the spn writer's room, in favor of all the options, transformations, permutations, continuations of Supernatural that fans generate in fanfiction. That Team Free Will's ultimate escape is in the creative freedom of the masses that love them and write them for fun, not the few in the writer's room that are additionally limited by time, budget, popular opinion, and television censorship.

I so desire for Supernatural to leave a lovely message to its fans like that, full acknowledgement and shameless encouragement for us to continue Sam and Dean and Castiel's stories in eleventy billion different ways for years to come even after canon ends.

Endnotes: Sitting in a hotel lobby in Lawrence, Kansas writing this up and giving myself the warm fuzzies thinking about all the love and goodwill between everyone that could happen by the end of this season.

Wait, shit, now I wanna cry again. 😢

[serendipitous-magic]

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(For the “Reblog this if you want readers to come into your ask box and ask for the “director’s commentary” on a particular story, section of a story, or set of lines.  Or, send in a ⭐star⭐  to have the author select a section they’ve been dying to talk about!” post)

Okay, okay, okay - so this is in Ch 1 of TRS3, and I’m gonna chatter a tad about a section near the beginning, in Dustin’s POV. 

-_-_-_-

“You’ve been away a whole month, honeybun, maybe they just...” She wiggled her shoulders with a tilt of her head. “Forgot.”

She didn’t mean him. Of course she didn’t mean that they forgot him. She meant the radios; she meant they forgot what channel they’re supposed to be on. Or that they forgot what day he was coming home. She didn’t mean that they forgot about Dustin himself.

It’s just, it’s not exactly reassuring, you know? It’s the middle of summer already. All the roads are lined with tall, dark weeds. In a few days, everything will smell like sparkler smoke and kettle corn from the annual 4th of July fair. When he left it was barely June, and the weeds along the roadside were little more than sprouts. What else has happened since he left? What else has changed?

Okay so this is the first time I’ve written from Dustin’s POV, so this opening scene with him was a bit of a trial run. I had to establish several things, specifically for Dustin’s character in this story and where his arc starts out.

In this story, Dustin is starting out his arc in a place where he’s a little uncertain of his worth. Here, that specifically means within the Party. As we’ve seen, the Party in general has kind of started drifting apart this summer. Oh, they still hang out all the time, but they’re starting to push more towards “teenage” activities, most of them in a hurry to grow up and leave behind what happened to them as kids (except for Will, who’s clinging to the childhood that was stolen from him, but that’s another discussion). This push to “move on,” combined with the fact that Dustin has been away at summer camp for a whole month, leaves him a little worried that they may have moved on without him. 

Lately - probably ever since the Snow Ball, actually - it’s felt like everything has been changing, and not necessarily in a good way. So when Dustin goes away for a month and comes back and it’s like the whole summer has been going on without him (which... it has, really), he’s not feeling great about it.

Secondly: this scene is lifted nearly straight from the trailer we got (since for this fic I’m considering most S3 trailer/promo material “canon,” and then picking and choosing from the show). So, it’s not exactly how the scene in the show went down, but it’s pretty close to how I expected it to go down based on that one trailer we got. So that was fun to kind of re-imagine a little bit (although I think it ended up fairly close to the Netflix version, thus far).

A muffled little tink draws his attention to the vivarium on his left, where Yurtle is bumping against the side, stumpy little legs flailing as he fails to comprehend glass. Dustin grins at him.

“At least someone’s happy to see me.”

Yurtle continues his mission to pass through the solid glass wall, unperturbed by his complete lack of success. Determined little guy. Never gets very far, but he tries.

I love Yurtle. 

Dustin isn’t worried about it - the Party, that is. Honestly, he’s not. It’s not like they’ve all been acting weird for the past few months anyway. It’s not like ever since El reappeared Mike has been MIA more often than not, visiting her at the cabin for as long as Hopper will allow. It’s not like Max and Lucas have developed their own little language and routine together - not just boyfriend and girlfriend, but best friends. It’s not like Will has been a slightly different person since... well, since everything. It’s not like he misses how the Party used to be.

And here’s more of Dustin feeling a little insecure about the Party moving on without him - but more than that, I also needed to establish, in this first chapter, where the Party starts out in this story. Recap style. “Last time on: Hawkins, December through June.” What do we need to know to jump right into the story and have all the information we need? Mike has been hanging with El constantly. The Party is being a little weird (as discussed above). Everyone is kind of paired off except for Will and Dustin (until Suzie). Will is having Struggles (TM). Boom, boom, boom. We know what we need to; now on to the plot.

But Dustin doesn’t like to mope. He slaps his thighs and stands up, reaching into the vivarium to turn Yurtle around. Yurtle lumbers off towards his pool, apparently assured that his ability to move is due to his own success, and Dustin hums along with the radio as he unzips his duffel bag with a flourish. Who is he to complain? He just got back from possibly the most amazing summer camp ever. He’s got the whole rest of the summer ahead of him. He’s got things to do. Places to go. Popsicles to eat. (You know what they don’t have at Camp Know Where? Otter pops. Unbelievable, right? Three hundred acres, over five hundred campers and dozens of counselors, and not a single person could produce even one pack of sugary, brightly colored frozen goodness.)

He’s got plans. Specifically, an invention to get up and running - and he has the perfect place in mind. He bets he can get the gang to help him set it up - if they’d just answer.

Dustin is a fairly optimistic and resourceful person. We’ve seen that in seasons 1 and 2. He’s often underestimated, because he seems a little goofy at first glance - which he is, to be fair. But he’s also a problem-solver. He’s smart, and he doesn’t like to just sit and watch a problem get worse. He takes action. He’ll go to the library before school to check out extra books against the rules so he can identify the creature he found in his garbage. He’ll send his mom out of the house by having a fake one-person conversation on the phone, and then armor up in sports gear and single-handedly lure a baby demogorgon into the cellar. He’s not one to laze around and mope about his problems. 

So this ^ here is an example of me trying to feel out how this character thinks and acts, and portray it accurately (because, again, I’ve never written Dustin’s POV before.)

Okay, maybe he’s a little unsettled. The Party doesn’t just go radio silent on each other, okay? Because when a Party member goes radio-silent, it usually means that something is wrong. Really wrong.

His eyes slide over the stain in his carpet. It’s a barely-perceptible rusty brown, now, blending in with the striped carpet unless you know just where to look. He had to tell his mom it was spaghetti sauce.

Will wasn’t the only member of the Party who was scarred by what happened last fall. Everyone in the Party went through some shit, to varying degrees. Maybe Dustin wasn’t possessed by a shadow monster, but he did witness his cat being disemboweled and eaten by a baby demogorgon, and then he had to face said baby demogorgon, and scrub cat blood out of his carpet, and all the while make sure his mom wasn’t gonna be around to get hurt, and that would be pretty rough to go through for an adult - and Dustin was thirteen. (And that’s not even to mention the whole fighting-demodogs-with-Steve and infiltrating-the-Mind-Flayer’s-tunnels business.) 

His toy robot starts marching out of the corner just as Dustin turns away, chattering unintelligibly in its perpetual-low-battery fizzle, red eyes glowing.

Wait.

What.

Dustin turns back, slowly, and this time the robot is joined by a toy tank and R2D2.

Now, he’s no expert, but in Dustin’s fourteen years of experience on earth, toys don’t come alive.

I just love that little bit. 

Also, I REALLY REALLY WANTED TO FIND A WORD THAT MEANT “TOY EXPERT” BUT I COULDN’T FIND ONE. Like, the same way you might say, “Now, I’m no  podiatrist, but in my experience that’s too many toes for one foot.” That kind of tone. But apparently there’s not a word for “toy expert,” at least not that I could find. Everything google gave me when I typed that in was sex toy related lol. Not what I was going for. 

-_-_-_-

And that’s that little bit! It was fun doing Dustin’s POV, and this fic will be a fun challenge in that I usually write (at least in this fandom) nearly exclusively from Mike or Will’s POV, and in TRS3 we’re gonna get Dustin, Joyce, Nancy, Hop, Billy, the Mind Flayer... So, that’ll be a fresh challenge for me!

Thanks for the ask! I am also working on the others, I just completely forgot what the stars meant because I’m dumb lol

[el-and-hop]

I wish you would write a fic where Dustin finds out he's lactose intolerant

“Dusty! You’ve been in the bathroom for twenty minutes! Are you sure you’re ok?”

Let’s cut to the chase. Dustin Henderson was not ok.

He was far from ok. His entire life was going up in flames. His entire existence was being altered right before his eyes as he sat upon a porcelain throne.

It was just milk, right? He’d had it before? It was nothing new. Honestly. This couldn’t be what all the signs were pointing to.

The day was a normal Saturday. He woke up at a reasonable 8:45, fed Yurtle, walked down the hall, ate his normal breakfast of cereal and toast, and then took his trademark 25 minute shower.

Nothing was new.

But something hit him. Something started bubbling in his stomach. It was like a poorly executed chemical reaction. He ran to the bathroom and then it came like a waterfall.

And there was nothing he could do but suffer.

He’d have to explain it to his mother. God he won’t be looking forward to the broken smile she’d give when she’d learn that he can’t enjoy her famous five cheese lasagna. He definitely won’t be looking forward to dealing with the torments from his friends when the news inevitably makes its way out.

But that’s later.

For now, it’s just him and another miserable twenty minutes in the bathroom.

[just-trash-the-trashmouth]

[SPOILERS]

My running commentary of my second time watching Stranger Things 3 E1

- all these angry russians in their masks i-

- TENTACLE FROM YOSIDE SOWN

- WHYS EVERYTHING GOING CEASH CRASH CRAHS

- omg is that Alexei i didn’t notice him the first time round

- hopper isn’t dead they’re looking at dead people too buthopperdidnthavedeadpeoplegoo

- BITCH IS CHOKIJG THE RUSSIAN NOOOONOONO PUT HIM DOWN NO ALEXEI I DONT WANT YOU TO SEE THIS NOOOO OMG RUSSIAN IS DEAD

- DUNADUNADUSNDNNDNSNDNSNSN SUDNUSNSJNSHSNDHDNDUDNDUDNNDD DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN DUNDUNDUNDUNDUDNDJDNDNDNDND

- NO NOT THE RADIO I DONT WANNA SEE MILEVEN HAHHDH NO THANKS

- they really suck ass at kissing

- omg mike you freak

- hop :( he’s watching tv by himself stupid el :(

- EL IS WEARING SARAHS BRACELET

- omg the mall OMG LUCAS AND WILL AND MAX ew i’m not ready for wills character to be completely and utterly butchered no

- WILLS AWKWARD RUN AND THE WAY HIS HAIR FLOPS AS HE DOES IT FLAKFKWKF

- omg the powers out wow this isn’t FISHY AT ALL

- ew rats eewwwww rabies and the WHAT ARE THOSE PARTICLES AGAIN ARE THEY METAL BC THE MAGNETS IS THAT WHAT THIS IS and i don’t get why the rats are so relevant is it bc of the plague

- UFUDHHFH WILLSGLANCE AT MIKE THE ONLY BYLER WCENE IN THIS GODDAMN SEASON HE LOOKED AT HIS LIPS AND SKDJSJFJSJFJD

- ‘i’m not gonna... fall in love’ will :(((((

- THE MAGNNENENETTTJDJSJSJS

- omg i’m only a third of the way in this is gonna be a long review

- nancy mightn’t need a jonathan byers pep talk rn but i certainly do so stfu

- DUSTINNNN HE GOES BY GOLD LEADER THATS SO CUTE

- omg yurtle is alive

- dustin’s bedroom is literally so ugly bye and how does his dumbass just forget one of his best friends actually has telekinesis like bro i-

- we really don’t need to be wasting screen time on fucking billy and karen it’s so irrelevant but like okay suffer brothers let’s make will byers a tertiary character and make karen more relevant than him HAHAHhahwhdhd

- what’s a lardass

- dacres acting >>>>

- why is hopper such a literal dumbass he’s a cop of course he knows what a heart to heart is and what boundaries are like honestly the writing for his character was so disgusting at some parts they should have glorified him or at least made him more redeeming to make viewers sadder about his death but literally okay

- these misogynistic freaks talking about girls breasts i hate them sofuckingmuch

- dustin’s slammer invention could be a super violent dildo

- WILL ISNT FUCJING SEXIST SO STOP MAKING HIM BE DUFFERS I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD

- steve is a literal train wreck i cant

- hop again :(

- joyce is my actual wife

- JOPPER HAND HOLD I SIDNT EVEN NOTICE LAST TIMR

- baby hop loves her i’m uwuing so hard

- nobody loves dusty:(

- wow will the mind flayer sensor woopdidoo

- where the fuck are all these rats coming from k

- they look like jelly

- OKAY SO I SHIT ON THE DUFFERS A LOT BUT THEIR TRANSITIONS ARE SO COOL

- imagine feeling sexual attraction lol can’t relate

- karen and billy are so disgusting and irrelevant i can’t

- LUCAS GLUGGING WATER THE FUCKING SOUND MAKE IT STOP HE SPAT IT BACK INNFNFNFN

- lucas is ripped i already knew this but for some reason i’m shocked

- why isn’t joyce scared nobody’s home

- answer the phone nancy YES QUEEN

- stop fucking kissing i swear to god

- i am strongly opposed to mileven as a concept it just freaks me out this entire interaction between them and hopper is so what

- mike isn’t this fucking cocky idrk what happened to his character but i’m not here for iT STOP WHISPERING THIS IS SO FORCED AND DISGUSTING why is this so fucking overexaggerated make it stOp

- dustin suzie isn’t coming to the fucking phone and lucas stop being FUCKING SEXIST

- wow it’s the russians

- time for billy’s character arc to go to SHITTTTT

- aw gosh darn it he crashed his car hAh

- THE BILLY AND BARB PARALLEL OF HIM BEING DRAGGED DOWN THE STAIRS IS GENIUS

okie i’m done now enjoy i guess

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

SO MANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS -- SO LITTLE TIME

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Hey all. I know it's been a while. I'm not gonna get into that much, other than just say I miss yall and I miss writing. I miss writing a lot. I miss sharing and geeking out over stories with yall, as cheesy as they are. I'll admit, I find myself picking up where I left off in my drafts just cause I have this story still built up inside me and I write it sometimes just to have it. I desperately want to share it but it just doesn't feel right right now. However, there are still stories that I want to fall back into, and I've even been thinking of giving them a bit of a makeover, and that's my Ben story, No Feet!

I miss that story!! I'm thinking of directing my attention to that, for now. And with it comes the temptation to rework the reader it into an official oc, if not at the very least, change it to second person.

Idk why I'm doing this anymore than you do, but I suppose I came here to let you know what I've been thinking. And maybe some part of me is hoping people miss it as much I do.

If you have an opinion, please by all means, let me know. I'd love to hear what you guys think. And above all, I miss yall and I hope you're staying safe, happy, and healthy!

💕💕💕 - Yurtle

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

HAWKINS HEROES, DO YOU COPY?

fem!COSMIC LI ANNOUNCEMENT

**(please note this only pertains to the fem copy. will byers will remain the li for all other copies)

Pack your bags, Henderson. You've got a looong plane ride ahead of you. Lenora Hills is a quite a ways from Hawkins, so you better hurry. You don't want to keep her waiting any longer than you already have...

THATS RIGHT MY LITTLE GAY BABIES, EL HOPPER IS OFFICIALLY TAKING THE MANTEL OF LI AND SWOOPING IN FOR YOUR HEART ♡♡♡

Look at this sweetheart!! Are we at all surprised?! The chemistry between her and the reader has been completely authentic and natural from the very beginning. And something I've never had to struggle to write. Like Will.

Speaking of Will, let's not forget about him. You two still have some good times ahead of you, but the end of the road is in sight. It's inevitable. But so were the blooming feelings for his other best friend. Cause that's just it, right? Sometimes you thing one feeling is another for soo long and then it just. Clicks.

Doesn't mean a relationship has to end. Not always. Sometimes, in cases like these, it simply...changes.

But I can't give it all away. That's what the prologue is for, silly! Now go, go! Enjoy the crumbs through a new perspective and give the prologue a thorough read 👀😁💕

Until next time...!

💕💕💕 - Yurtle

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Heads Up, COSMIC Readers!

Big announcement time!!

We've got good news and bad news:

Bad News: Despite having everything already being pre-planned for years, I will officially be postponing the last two episodes of season 3 until season 4 has been fully released. Only cause I know where I want the story to go, and I have to make sure the endgame of season 3 sets this up correctly. Essentially, I have to see if I predicted things accurately and if not, I'll just make some adjustments to a few outcomes in the penultimate and finale. But overall, I'm going to keep as much as I can cause I'm really really happy with what I have planned.

The Good News: E PLURIBUS UNUM is almost here, and just like season 4 it's the biggest one yet! Long ago, I discarded writing extra scenes that weren't relevant to the COSMIC plot to essentially make it feel like an immersive novel, but i don't think it was very popular for this reason and secondly, it obviously took a long time. I still haven't changed this out, but the original copies remain on tumblr to this day. Now. Excluding those first few episodes, this will be the first time a COSMIC episode has surpassed a six chapter limit! No filler, it's still all Griswold Family and Scoops Troop content, but like I've said, I've been building to a lot of stuff in the COSMIC universe that I hope you guys will like. There's a lot of stuff in here that I'm pretty proud of.

More Good News: We've got a release date! 🙌 That's right, E PLURIBUS UNUM will be coming your way very soon so mark your calendars for May 9th! Next week! Just promise me you'll take lots of breaks and hydrate plenty? 🤨 It's a long one.

That's it for announcements, and I thank you graciously for reading, love ❤️ I wish to you the best things and hope you are having a splendid day/night <3

💕💕💕 - Yurtle

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

How's it coming with the stranger things season 4 planning if you don't mind me asking.

Not at all!! I'm always excited to give you guys progress updates!

I've worked my way through a big chunk of the dive (the one I've been stuck on forever) but lately I've actually been working on writing little blurbs for some scenes from the first episode. Sometimes writing ahead, even if for a scene or two, kinda oils the gears a bit. Here's a small sample I just wrote for the opening

A new day, the same morning.

The sun was steadily climbing the sky, peeking out at the sleepy town through its hiding spot in the trees. The birds that usually nested within the branches were gone. Somewhere warmer they wouldn't be bothered by the nip in the air blowing carefully through. The leaves had already fallen, where they withered and waited to be crunched. Some chased each other down the streets as they rode the autumn wind.

It was quiet, even for a Saturday morning. Almost impossibly so. Something about today was special. The very air was charged with possibility.

And it all began with a single newspaper.

I'm so glad you asked! I love sharing these kinds of things with you guys, I hope any one of you feel encouraged to do so! Asking questions about any WIP or for hints and what not. It's only messages that say something like "update please" and then not much else are things I don't love responding to as you can imagine 😅

Anyways, thanks again and I hope you enjoyed!

💕💕💕 - Yurtle