#rolledaseven

[bywiley]

@rolledaseven : eddie my other dad won't give me a new years kiss on the forehead i am hated and unloved :'(

"Henderson!" Eddie practically shouts it at a near screeched volume from where he's standing on a table. Not the first time he's stood on one and it wouldn't be the last, but at least this time they weren't in a cafeteria. Now mind you, Eddie hadn't been in that cafeteria since 1986. He'd graduated as he had planned, graduated and went about his life of playing loud music and working at a vinyl shop. It wasn't a glorious story, not after what hell they'd all went through in the last three years. Three years and some change to be exact. He had to deal with people shitting on his name for the next year or so after what happened that spring break, but eventually people grew bored of it. Eventually he was able to go about his life and though some people to still glared or whispered rude things... he was happy. Or well, he'd been happy for a period of time before shit went to hell. He tried to separate from what the others were doing, but eventually shit comes back and he was dragged into it.

Yadda yadda yadda. Fast forward. Back to that whole three years and some change, right? It was New Year's Eve... the turn of the decade nearly upon them. He was at @kegsmash's house for a party and had just finished announcing they were a minute out. He had spotted Dustin entering the party and he wanted to call him out as being late, but instead shouted that famous last name. He jumped off the table once Dustin was looking at him and waltzed up with a grin on his face, drunken and goofy. He slings an arm around his shoulders and draws him in as the room counts down. As they hit the end of one!, Eddie planted a kiss to Dustin's forehead near his hairline. He drew back with a loud "MWAH!" for the dramatics of it all then lifted his other hand to pat at Dustin's cheek, "Was worried I'd ring this all in without my favorite bard."

[byruthie]

Chicago had been the place of dreams for Chrissy. It had been the exact fresh start that she needed, only a stone’s throw away from Hawkins but still a new place to find out who she was in this world. And even better, she had Eddie by her side, who was also trying to figure it out as well. He was enjoying playing music in the evenings with the other Corroded Coffin boys that joined, and Chrissy loved going to those gigs after her college classes. They were creating their own little world in this big city, and it was a dream come true.

They had been planning to host Dustin while he was on his Spring Break, and Chrissy was thrilled for the visit. She knew that this would be really good for Eddie and that he was already dreaming up putting a one shot together for Dustin and the boys one night. She spent the few days before cleaning up the apartment and preparing the guest bedroom. Although it was just a futon flattened into a bed setting, she wanted Dustin to be cozy, so she had bought some actual bedding and new pillows for it so it actually looked more like a full sized bed than a convertible couch. She had even collected some of his favorite snacks with intel from Eddie to place in a little gift basket on the bed and had toiletries laid out in the bathroom for him to enjoy if he wanted.

It was a rush of excitement when @rolledaseven entered their home. Lots of catching up. Lots of chatter as they enjoyed a deep dish pizza, a Chicago staple. She let Eddie and Dustin really soak up the moment together, but later in the evening when Eddie stepped out for a smoke break, Chrissy had the chance to approach him with a soft smile.

“You find everything okay?” she asked as she leaned her shoulder against the bedroom of their office-slash-guest-bedroom. “Did you find the things in the bathroom, too?”

[slayadin]

He hadn't gone far. He and Lucas stayed near Hawkins, attending a university not far from home. Lucas wanted to be near Max and Mike... well, Hawkins was home and maybe one day someone come back to it. Would he dare speak that out loud? No, but he could hope. This wasn't about her though, today was about him and Dustin. The Ivy League Dean's List student making a visit over his spring break to see them-- mainly to see Steve, but Mike could forgive that. Dustin and Steve were close, closer than they were before all of this began and it was important they had that time together. And maybe in a different life Mike would've given Dustin so much shit for it, but for today... he was just glad to see his friend.

They'd had lunch together at some pizza place near Mike's campus before returning to the student dorms. It was there that Mike handed over his latest project-- a brand new and inspired D&D campaign. He hadn't a name for it yet, but he had most of it done and complete. He was even working with Will (who was in New York) to make drawings/images that would go alongside the lore within the campaign. He'd changed plenty of aspects to the lore as to not take from other campaigns, but it was a story Dustin would know. A story he'd recognize nearly immediately. It was theirs.

“you made this all by yourself?”

The question that comes from @rolledaseven would be complimentary to some degree, but Mike doesn't want it to be. He may have written it, named and renamed everything within it... but the truth was, "No," he offers Dustin a soft smile and drops his gaze to the open binder, "We did. All of us." His eyes flick back up to Dustin's face, maybe this was cheesy to say, "I may have written it all down into some grand adventure, but... I can't say I did this myself. It wouldn't exist if it wasn't for all of us."

[byruthie]

hawkins was meant to be a fresh start from the city. nothing like quiet, midwestern life compared to the hustle and bustle she had grown up with. it was supposed to be a place where no one knew the uplands, nor did they know her story. the immense loss that came from the roots of her best friend. the friend group that was blasted to smithereens and those who were also lost to the hatred.

she had heard the whispers of eddie munson in town. a deceased town pariah. perhaps small towns were immune to similar issues. she had noticed some boys giving another a hard time in town, had heard the name be uttered, and in the days that followed, it stuck with galinda. so much so that she kept passing by the cemetery that she had seen the boy disappear from in hopes that she'd find him again.

it was a day that her luck had cashed in, and she stepped up quietly as she watched the boy scrub the headstone of fresh graffiti. " i know you don't know me, " she began quietly, trying not to startle @rolledaseven too badly. " but i know what you're going through. losing a friend and the whole world demonifying them . . . i ran away from it hoping i'd never face it again, but i suppose it exists everywhere . . . "

[murkyhazed]

LIKED :  new year starter call  / @rolledaseven

featuring: steve harrington and dustin henderson

               ❝   agh,   dude!   ❞      steve   shields   his   eyes   as   dustin   does   that   stupid   arm   thing.      it   was   cool,   sure,   but   it   grossed   the   hell   out   of   him   because   shoulders   shouldn’t   do   that.      ❝   look,   i’m   sure   some   girl   down   the   line   is   gonna   find   that   weirdly   hot,   but   i   am   not   some   girl.      i’ve   seen   you   do   it   before,   i   don’t   need   a   repeat   showing.   ❞      steve   loves   the   kid   like   a   brother,   but   he   has   limits.      the   weird   things   dustin   can   do   with   his   body   is   one   of   those   limits.

[suz1epoo]

𝘵𝘩𝘦    𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳    𝘰𝘧    1989 .    early    july .    she    flew    in    a    month    and    a    half    ago ,    with    the    sheer    intention    of    only    staying    a    week    for    dustin’s    graduation .    but    something    in    her    mind    had    told    her ,    just    book    a    one    way    ticket ,    don’t    worry    about    an    end    date .    when    you    both    decide    it’s    time    for    you    to    go    back    to    utah ,    you’ll    go .    that    time    hadn’t    come ,    not    yet .    she    thinks ,    sometimes ,    during    those    36    months    between    eddie’s    death    and    now ,    that    dustin    had    forgotten    what    it    meant    to    be    young .    that    he    wasn’t    just    supposed    to    be    someone    who    fought    monsters    and    snuck    around    the    backs    of    the    military .

the    past    few    weeks    had    been    nice .    maybe    even    perfect .    he    had    shown    her    everything    in    hawkins    ––    where    he    had    set    up cerebro    to    be    able    to    talk    to    her    after    they    met    at    camp    all    of    those    years    ago ,    the    diner    that    jonathan    used    to    work    at    before    their    world    had    flipepd    upside    down ,    and    once ,    he    had    even    snuck    her    into    hawkins    high ,    showing    her    where    the    hellfire    meetings    used    to    be ,    and    where    the    reptiles    and    insects    for    the    science    club    lived    (    she    loved    bugs ,    everything    about    them ,    it    had    been    a    wonderful    day    ) .

but    now ,    they    sit    on    top    of    that    hill ,    staring    up    at    the    sky    ––    it’s    a    clear    night ,    and    the    stars    are    shining    to    their    fullest    potential .    she    doesn’t    know    much    about    the    constellations ,    space    wasn’t    really    her    thing ,    but    she    could    listen    to    him    talk    about    it    for    hours .    the    grass    is    damp    against    her    back    from    how    she’s    lying    down ,    her    head    propped    against    dustin’s    shoulder    as    he    drones    in    her    ear ,    her    glasses    discarded    beside    her .    it’s    peaceful ,    soothing ,    and    she’s    on    the    verge    of    dozing    off    when    he    speaks    a    bit    louder    than    he    had    before .    the    sentiment    makes    her    blush ,    and    she    blinks    up    at    him ,    bug    eyes    full    of    dew    for    just    a    moment .

❝    i    wish    we    could    stay    like    this    forever .    ❞    their    days    are    numbered ,    the    clock    counting    down    until    he    leaves    for    college .   ❝    can    we    just    keep    pretending ?    just    a    few    more    better    days ?    ❞

@rolledaseven said: every day is better with you.

[hellfirelives]

waking up was not something that was expected. let alone something that should have been possible. yet there he was gasping for air and coughing up coagulated blood that splattered along grey hued ground. it was disgusting and left him gagging for entirely too long. his body ached and itched like no other. hands fly to everywhere the bats had gnawed and torn, finding gnarled skin and flaking blood.

there's no way this was happening.

sure there was no way to actually know what was possible in the long run with all this. but Eddie was sure that this very thing was impossible on every level outside a fantasy setting. and yet, there he was struggling to his feet in a decidedly batless but still too open area.

the usual cracks of thunder and ominous red lightning skating across the sky was not so much comforting as it was familiar in a horrible way. with no sign of @rolledaseven and an ominous red glow that lingered on the horizon in the general direction of the lab made it very clear the direction he should go. a strange almost pull towards it. if not for answers than the likelihood of the damn kids being there.

its slow going at first. limbs stiff from disuse and injury. but soon enough he finds his stride pushing himself to move the seemingly impossible distance between the trailer park to the lab. knowing that if the kids were involved they wouldn't linger long if shit was going down. disassociating from the ache and twinge of tugging flesh until he find pavement and concrete. the building looming and a child screaming cutting through the air.

exhaustion and delusion takes as he stumbles into the lobby. sending him to his knees on the tiled floor. well if any of the kids were here maybe they would find him there.

maybe they were winning after all.

[songrest]

raegan knew that once she started dating mike wheeler, there was a whole package deal for her to try to fit herself into. maybe fit herself into wasn't the correct terminology. she wasn't interested in stepping on the toes of whatever boyhood blood brother pact they had going on, but mike had made it clear that he wanted her to be a part of their world. and so it was.

she didn't mess with the indigestible slop that the cafeteria served, so she arrived at the lunch table before mike had with her sack lunch she had packed in hand. it appeared that @rolledaseven had beaten her there, and she flashed dustin a small smile.

" hey . . . mike told me that he wanted me to come eat with you guys today, so . . . " she trailed off, releasing a sigh. " i don't want to disrupt the symbiosis that you guys have already established, so where's a free seat? "

starter call / accepting!