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WILL IMMEDIATELY RELAXED, the kind of smile forming on his face that only his closest loved ones could bring out of him. mike especially had a knack for that. he tried his best not to bring attention to the hand still lingering on his shoulder. “ mike, hey! ” he placed his sketchbook next to himself, pencil resting on top, and he accepted the corn dog with a happy hum. “ it’s the thought that counts, ” he said, looking at the sorry looking food, too greasy, with a chuckle. he took a bite, and gave it a moment to assess. his nose wrinkled. “ they do kinda suck. i’m sorry! it was a nice thought, but no, bad review. ” he took another bite anyway, because really, it could have been worse, and he appreciated the gift.

“ and it’s okay, mike. you don’t need to apologise, i was focused on my drawing. i should’ve seen you coming. ”

IT HAD BEEN SECOND NATURE for mike to check in on will since they were young, the wheeler always having a protective streak when it came to him, and so when he’d arrived with his family his first call of protocol was to seek him out, his eyes scanning the surroundings for sight of a curly head of hair, and it was no surprise that mike finds him sketching something, will had always had an artistic eye that mike just didn’t, and had always admired.

“ byers ! ” mike greeted warmly, his hands going to will’s shoulders as he took a seat beside him, freaking out slightly when he noted that he’d scared the other. “ sorry will, i didn’t think. ” one of his hands stayed on his shoulder. “ you enjoying yourself ? i brought you a corn dog, but to be honest they kind of suck. ”

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EDDIE WAS TRYING TO ENJOY HIMSELF. it was hard to do so when the majority of the people around believed him to be a murderer; even he had his limits when it came to his freak reputation. he drew the line at killer. there were people on his side, though, and hell, a couple of them were people he never would have even wanted to associate with before. steve had once been at the very top of that list, so needless to say that it was strange to him that king steve was now one of his best friends. “ i’m having a ball, ” he replied sarcastically. “ thought i’d try to get out and allow the celebrations to work their magic, but as it turns out, that was a baaaaaad idea. there’s no rest for the wicked, harrington! ”

“ munson. ” steve’s voice was loud enough to be heard over the loud noise of hawkins, but not at all intimidating or demanding, instead filled with gentle understanding. they had similar scars, after all, and steve was assuming that what spooked him would, in turn, spook eddie. he made his way over to the metalhead, eyes filled with a slight concern. “ surprised to see you here, you enjoying yourself ? ” @frcakshq

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TERRIFIED EYES FLICKERED TOWARDS THE VOICE, and shit, of course it was him. best friend turned enemy and it just had to be him here now. bobby fucking torres. something between 'fuck off', 'bad time', and 'don't touch me' formed in his throat but the words were stuck there, breath too fast and too shallow. he was choking on them. as he pulled his hand from his own waist, he half expected it to be blood-soaked, pain burning where there was no longer an injury. when there was none, he used it to attempt to push the other away.

u n s e a s o n a b l e warmth in indiana in march meant longer lunch breaks at the garage, meant that he was one of a couple dozen people outside in town, even bundled as he still was. he was just balling up the plastic he'd wrapped his sandwich in this morning, tossing it into a nearby trash can, when he saw... well, that had to be munson. no one was that tall with that much fucking hair. it was an off-shift at the garage, one that bobby had picked up for some extra scratch, so bobby fucking hated the idea that he was going to run into him anyway. but it looked like the guy was having a full-on heart attack, so bobby jogged over regardless. "hey." it was a sharp attention-grabber, not a greeting, and bobby's fingers splayed on the back of eddie's leather jacket. "what the fuck?"

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EDDIE SHRUGGED HIS SHOULDERS. he didn't have anything better to do, and if he was being completely honest, he'd rather her hang with him than wander around alone, knowing what he did. besides, he kinda admired the girl. the superpowers were badass, but the most important part was the amount of shit she'd been through and survived -- and shit, he didn't even know all of the details. rambled retellings from the other teens mixed with the pieces he was able to put together and yeah, this girl was metal as hell. "ah, the case of the missing father! fear not, mage, for you're welcome to join my party until you're reunited with your loved one!" he grinned, hands placed on his hips. "seriously though, you can stick with me. i can help you find him."

JANE  ‘  ELEVEN  ‘  HOPPER.  ——— ———  open  to  all.  

𝙅𝘼𝙉𝙀  𝙒𝘼𝙎  𝘼𝙉𝙓𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎.  she  wasn’t  used  to  being  in  such  a  large  crowd  of  people  all  on  her  own.  usually  she  had  one  of  her  friends,  or  her  brothers,  or  her  dad  by  her  side.  but  tonight,  she  found  herself  pushing  her  way  through  the  throng,  eyes  wide  and  senses  on  overdrive.  the  lights  were  pretty,  the  music  was  nice,  but  el  just  felt  nervous.  uneasy.  unsure  where  to  go  or  what  to  do.  finally,  as  she  made  her  way  through  the  mass,  she  spotted  a  familiar  face.  ❛  excuse  me  ?  ❜  she  asked  as  she  approached,  her  voice  small.  ❛  have  you  seen  hopper  ?  ❜  a  pause,  then  she  cleared  her  throat.  ❛  or,  um,  can  i  stay  with  you  ?  just  until  i  find  my  dad  ?  ❜

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WILL BYERS - open for all.

WILL'S LEGS ARE FOLDED BENEATH HIM as he observes the world around him. his eyes focus in on a subject and he gets to work, the scratch of pencil on paper barely audible beneath the music playing around the stalls. the picture forms in front of him, sketchy but enough for him to be getting some good practice.

the voice next to him makes his muscles jerk, sketchbook snapping shut in his lap. "sorry," he laughs awkwardly, ducking his head. "you scared me. i didn't see you coming."

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EDDIE STOPS TO APOLOGISE, but the words get caught in his throat. "chrissy." there's a sadness there, clear in the name, and yet just like that, it's gone again. "my fair maiden, returned to the wondrous land of hawkins! what a pleasure it is to see you again." he gives a dramatic bow as though welcoming her, scruffy hair falling into his face. if he can make her smile, maybe he won't feel so awful. "and just in time for our celebrations. may i have the honour of accompanying you to the..." he waves a hand after he's straightened up, motioning to the stalls. "marketplace? that doesn't sound as fantastical as i'd like it to. merchants? better, but it doesn't have quite the effect i'm looking for."

| ❛ 𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂𝚂𝚈 𝙲𝚄𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙷𝙰𝙼 ⸻ open to all.

| @inhawksextra !

𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 briefest of moments, whether coming back to hawkins, hell, even indiana was a smart idea, she been back for barely even a day, things felt different, things weren't the same. things would never be the same. hawkins was plagued with ghosts. with MEMORIES that no amount of therapy, no amount of help, would take away. surely, the festival lights would distract. and in a passing moment they do, turning the street into a soft glow with fairy lights and christmas lights ( though christmas was months away ) she couldn't help but be enamoured by the sight of it all, wandering through the streets in search of her mother, she doesn't stop herself before colliding with another. ❛ sorry, sorry ! ❜

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EDDIE MUNSON - closed for bobby torres @miseriesfm

tw panic attack, ptsd

IT'S MAYBE THE HAPPIEST the town has been for a while. there's so much colour, so many people all crowded in one place, and maybe in some other universe, eddie's able to enjoy it all. maybe there's some version of eddie who's able to enjoy the fact that the library is open, an eddie who could pick out his next adventure on paper and not get horribly distracted by the bird flowing overhead. that's not this eddie. for this eddie, that bird screeches. it swoops down with its teeth, and suddenly, he's there again. the colourful lights are gone and the world is closing in and fuck, he can't breathe. he can't breathe. he can't breathe. one hand clutches at his chest and the other at one of his sides, phantom pain eating at him like hundreds of tiny mouths.

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frcakshq is a dependent roleplay blog for inhawkshq. loved and penned by sj, 26, any pronouns (except it/its).

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( JOSHUA BASSETT ) in a crowded room , i can still hear BOYS DON'T CRY by THE CURE playing , and that's because it's coming from the headphones of WILL's walkman . WILLIAM BYERS is hawkins very own resident ZOMBIE BOY . the eighteen year old is known for being DIFFIDENT & CHILDISH but if you truly got to know him you'd see them as more COMPASSIONATE & ARTISTIC , and if hawkins post wrote about them , they'd say things like flashing fairy lights, striped shirts, bright sunshine yellow, the smell of fresh paints, music blasting through a radio, finding comfort in playing pretend, a chill on the back of your neck.

tw: child abuse/neglect, homophobia

this won't be as long as eddie's because the show details his life much more, but i will explain my takes on a few things.

of course, he's gay and in love with mike. this is extremely difficult for him to deal with for many reasons. the show is so casual about the abuse and homophobia from lonnie, and that's definitely something i'm gonna be leaning into. he knew how to use a gun as a tiny child, and we all know who would've taught him that. anyway, the other reason is his love for his sister. he adores el, and the last thing he would ever want to do is cause her pain. not to mention that, on top of both of those things, mike is his best friend, and he doesn't want to put that at risk. he values mike and el far higher than his own happiness.

i'm also gonna be taking his trauma very seriously. this boy has been through hell and back, god damn it, and i'm gonna Talk about it. has nightmares that he's still There sometimes.

not to mention the trauma from the bullies?? i think this gets ignored more than it should for all of the og party, they all Suffered. in will's case, his dad and the bullies at school all had him figured out (in the most cruel of ways) before he'd even figured it out, and damn if that doesn't cause some self-loathing idk what does

autistic!!

i want to have ways to use his powers more, so i will take any excuse for him to sense upside down happenings pls.

anyway he's a soft boy but he's also Mean when he wants to be and i love that for him.

has serious self-worth issues. blames himself a little bit for everything that's happened.

i'll add more as i think of stuff!

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( JOSEPH QUINN ) in a crowded room , i can still hear CRAZY TRAIN by OZZY OSBORNE playing , and that's because it's coming from the headphones of EDDIE's walkman . EDWARD MUNSON is hawkins very own resident FREAK . the twenty-three year old is known for being CHAOTIC & IMPULSIVE but if you truly got to know him you'd see them as more PASSIONATE & CREATIVE , and if hawkins post wrote about them , they'd say things like tattooed pale skin, finding escape in fictional worlds, choosing your family, a heavy metal guitar riff, the smell of smoke lingering on your clothes, dog-eared pages in thick books, hand-painted mini figures.

tw: drugs, parental death, child abuse/neglect, being outed, homophobia.

canon changes

so! starting with the obvious question! instead of being killed by the bats, the hive mind was interrupted by vecna being hurt before eddie was so injured that he'd die. he was still very hurt by the bats and had to be hospitalised for some time, but he's alive and recovering.

obviously he is not still in high school at 23. i like to think that instead of forming hellfire club through the school, he'd put up posters encouraging new members, and he found the party that way.

he did flunk out of high school though. he kept trying but on his third attempt, he still failed, and he wasn't allowed to try again.

headcanons

his mother died when he was 9, his father went to prison when he was 10, and that was when he moved in with wayne. neither of these were particularly huge losses to him though; his dad was abusive, his mother was neglectful, and by the time he moved in with wayne, he was shy and afraid, feeling like he couldn't trust anyone. of course, wayne was able to slowly help him recover, the loving parental figure he so desperately needed.

he was outed when he was 13. someone saw him almost kiss another boy, his best friend at the time, and suddenly everyone knew. it drew the two boys apart, and so the freak reputation began! it took him some time, but eventually, he began leaning into it. he started growing out his hair, dressed differently, and overall stopped giving a fuck what other people thought of him. they were going to treat him like shit anyway (and many even tried to hurt him), so he might as well exist as his authentic self!

he's gay and autistic. needless to say, music, fantasy, and d&d are his special interests.

it took him some time to heal from the attack from the bats. he's still very emotionally and mentally Not Okay. he has a lot of nightmares, gets phantom pain, has panic attacks, etc. he's having a Bad Time.

regardless, he's trying hard to get his life back together. he has a job as a mechanic (which the earlier mentioned childhood friend helped him get, though he doesn't know that), and although most of the town still thinks of him as a murderer and a satanic cult leader, his name is legally cleared. he also doesn't deal anymore (because nope, that didn't turn out so well before!), but he's also not completely clean because... well, he's trying to cope as best he can

i think this might be everything? idk i'll add more if i think of something kasjnkdajn

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You’re not a freak. Yeah, I am.