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the fact that he's halfway across the parking lot of the grocery store doesn't stop him , bags drop at his side ( probably breaking the eggs his mother had asked for ) as eyes catch familiar curly hair. he doesn't know what it is , or what comes over him in that moment , but there's a wolf whistle and then ,

❝ oi sunshine ! what's your name ? ❞

@executiioner get's a smol s/t starter.

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[e1igius]

edits of huckleberry sawyer ft. @prettybrawler &. @kinghaargrove in 2001

#moms of hawkins beware #:// files_revoked / verses / stranger_things #:// files_revoked / sawyer / apperance_face #theyre'll all batchelors like ? #how #:// files_unclassified / edits #:// files_unclassified / edits / for_me

[e1igius]

the universe creates in threes. the sun. happiness and contentment , vitality , self-confidence and success. the moon. hidden enemies , danger , calumny , darkness , terror , deception , occult forces , error. the stars. new hopes and splendid revelations of the future , insight , inspiration , courage and enlightenment of the spiritual self / ft. @prettybrawler &. @kinghaargrove

they are the same side of the coin. broken homes , bright blonde hair , bad attitudes and wrought with trauma. they are the same story , told with slightly varying embellishment , each more devastating than the last , in an endless cycle of pain & misery. a perfect example of the importance of nurture , a perfect argument for the rigidness of nature. a calamity waiting to happen , as all the elements align in a once in a lifetime event. maybe that's why the universe had brought them all together. three perfectly parallel narratives. if not to end the world , to save it.

caedmon is everything huckleberry wants to be. he's conventionally attractive , irresistibly chnarismatic &. able to build relationships and mean something in them. the boy smiles and faces turn , but even at his worst he's still surrounded by found family , and those that care. the man has a strength that is difficult to capture , and while the texan isn't not strong , it's the heart behind caed that causes the jealousy to endure. caed is cocky , and ruthless in his honestly to himself. all things that are impossible for huck to mimic. all things he wishes he could be.

william is everything he wishes the world could be. he's proof of hope & human growth. that beauty can exist even int he darkest of places. that even in a need of survival , it is possible to inspire and care and not waste away in animalistic instinct. his ability to understand others and bring them the courage and insight they need is enchanting to huckleberry who is never able to understand the human psyche quite like this. he wishes the entire would could be like william. that they all could try to adapt and grow with one another. but he knows it'll never happy , so billy is just a dream.

he hates himself more than any other emotion. huckleberry hates most things about himself. he knows , more than he would like to admit that the voice in his head speaks too much like the devil. that the endless venture into inhumane thoughts will eventually lead to their execution. he hates that he doesn't want to change it. that bathing in the terror he bring his own fears keeps him safe at night. he hates that he has to lie. to smile and pretend to have friends , and that he's alright , and that nothing is ever wrong.

a single thought replaces anger. they are good. he is not.

#so the adult!edit with all 3 of them made me want a kids one #but i was too lazy to find more photos os now yall get ? a thing #:// files_revoked / verses / stranger_things

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he didn't like being second best ; the valentine's day exploits that his friend had bragged about for days was not a deed that he himself , enjoyed. huckleberry had only slept with one person ; the girl was engraved in his mind like a melody. he wasn't sure what to do with ? when being honest with himself , he'd certainly pleasured himself to the memory but --- for the most part... the idea of having to being a new interaction with the opposite sex to receive something that was while enjoyable not fruitful in anyway felt ingenuine. still , billy had asked him to stay a week longer than he'd wanted. and yet on huckleberry's last day in hawkins he was no where to be found. it was irritating. being considered second best to a dick wetting was something that ground his gears in the depths of his soul. he had always been second best. at everything. his father reminded him of it daily , he'd made the football team varsity but why hadn't he been offered a scholarship to his father's alma mater , he'd made recon but why couldn't he have been a navy seal. everything he did always fell one step short of expectations , and it seemed it was that way even with hargrove. that's why billy had other friends , and huck had no one.

so he sits , by the phone just waiting for billy to finish fucking. his mother's called him downstairs to eat multiple times already. but he doesn't want to go. ( she already thanked him for flowers --- what else did she need ). instead he talks to his platoon mates about when they have to pick him up tomorrow , smiling softly at the idea that he'll be back in california soon , somewhere where things make sense. where he doesn't have to worry about being second best to anything. somewhere he's appreciated. somewhere he excels.

it's not the phone that rings , but rather the door. and the nineteen year old bursts from his room , jumps down the stairs skipping about five steps on his way to answer it. mother vaguely yells at him to slow down , and he hears a beer bottle hit the wall near where his head had been not five seconds ago from his father. ( he'd have to clean that up ). he opens the door and steps outside without a second thought. not really caring who it was as long as it gets him out of the house. he's surprised to see him. he certainly hadn't expected billy to actually show up at his place after huck had told the younger teen to go fuck himself for ditching him on his last day here. it's then that he catches the hickies hidden masterfully at the edge of his collar , blue eyes fill with rage as he crosses his arm. what is he ? a secondary source of entertainment ? ❝ if y'want pillow talk , go find your other blonde whore. i'm sure byrone would love to see you. ❞ he rolls his eyes and pushes past he's not sure where he's going. but not home , and not here. ❝ and don't say you were stuck at your dad's , that dog don't hunt. ❞

@kinghaargrove gets valentine's day stuff.

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at this point he's grown certain that every interaction he's had with anita has started in his father's black chevy silverado , the truck was and seemed to be , a revolving force around their strange interactions. as if there was something magnetic about the fact it always seemed to lead him to her when he wasn't sure where to drive. of course , it wasn't like it was happening all the time. no he was sure his mind was simply playing back each memory with a strange fondness he isn't sure how to explain. the black chevy & strange parties seemed to be an ongoing theme for certain , strange more than ever considering huckleberry had never really liked either of those things prior to visiting hawkins once he'd manage to leave it. parties had never been his tempo & anything that was his fathers was always met with a grain of salt and yet... both of the things he thought he hated most int he world seemed to bring him things that he loved the most.

the chevy had singlehandedly been the easiest way for him to see billy , it had gotten him into a bind that caed of all people had saved him from & had it not needed gas one fateful night he wouldn't have met her. but even with the trusty truck around , it didn't mean he'd suddenly grown fond of things he once hated , and sometimes the noise that the parties would blast was too much. sometimes he just wanted a little space to himself. huck was always first on the list to go get beer ( unless he was intoxicated enough that even he couldn't convivence himself to drive to get some ) but lately getting that drunk had seemed far less attractive --- a lesson learned from having had to be pick him up a coupe of towns over one fateful night. so he tried not to mix his drinks as often. still a high enough amount , but nothing out of open containers. every beer was easy to count. and if he did liquor the bottle stayed in his hand the whole night.

tonight though , was a beer night. and when he'd run out of coors he'd gotten a little upset. not that he didn't like bells' but... if he was going to finish a pack by himself he couldn't exactly be doing anything but a light beer. when he'd offered to take suggestions and bring back more beer he certainly hadn't expected anita to volunteer to come with him. the girl was distracted as far as he could tell , shit talking some cheer leaders but the company was always welcome , or , her company was always welcome. problem was , with the way his head felt , maybe he shouldn't have someone in the car with him. the drive out to the closest gas station was quick. huck focused on the road , undistracted by anything even antia's presence next to him was just a reminder to be cautious. it's his first time in a weeks not speeding down the road at a million miles an hour.

by the time they made it to the gas station the drunkenness has subsided into a nice buzz , as if the rush of adrenaline to keep them both in good hands has managed to temporarily ward off the poison in his bloodstream. he tells her to stay in the car , she's younger than he is , and huck is barely twenty --- his fake id has his 21st listed as only a couple of months ago to make it believable for the bartender & gas station attendants when they see him. he returns with enough beer for an entire football team or one caed byrone , billy hargrove , anita blake & himself. and it's then , as he's putting the beer in the bed of the truck , and getting back in apologizing for the delay ( the man behind the counter had made a small scene about the morals of life when he'd asked for as much as he did ) , that he notices her.

her cheeks are flushed red , the alcohol no doubt , it looks soft in the bad lighting & against her tan skin. and she's staring at him , in a way he's not sure he's been stared at before. as if trying to decide if he likes it or not , he makes a light joke about how she should just take a picture. but he's also staring , the skirt she's wearing rides up a little when she sits in the car and its weird to see her in one. he's pretty sure he's only ever caught her in denim. at least... prior to this. the ride back to the lake feels like forever , the speed in the truck a little faster as he's gained confidence. a beer sits in the cupholder on his side of the car , he'd only taken a sip of it before starting the truck up a second time up , and a little has spilled over the edges by the time the arrive at the lake. his hand is stopped from reaching for it ( and the door ) when he feels her getting closer.

and suddenly there she is. all five foot two of her , in his lap , almost pressed against him with how much space there was between huckleberry and the steering wheel. he doesn't know where to put his hands so he doesn't move them. soft lips part , his heart's racing , and bloods flowing to places he isn't sure he wants her to know about yet. but it's too late for that now. the way her curls frame her face as she looks at him is the most beautiful thing he thinks he's ever seen. they're eye to eye , if looks could turn someone on , huckleberry would be absolutely destroyed in that moment luckily it wasn't a new concept. lust had kicked every other emotion out the window the second she'd sat herself in his lap. the only panic left in blue eyes was , what was he supposed to do next.

instructions seemed to fall into his lap like god himself had blessed the truck. but it's not even he that starts the actions , no her lips catch his own wiping away whatever inhibitions remained in the twenty year old to be decent with her at all. hands move to exposed thighs almost instantaneously , pushing the fabric of the skirt up to the waistband exposing soft skin. as tongue and kisses dance in the moonlight. hands reach further , fingers digging into her ass right as she decides that it's a smart idea to pull away. there's a look on his face that's akin to a child who's favorite toy has gotten removed from their hands. blue eyes usually vibrant as polar ice now darked with enlarged pupils filed with a single purpose. the objection dims , only as the boy manages to take in what she's presented to him.

her body exposed in such a way that there's nothing but stadium lights shining in his brain. his heart's racing , he can feel it , jeans and the black iron maiden shirt feeling like they're in the way already. it's not like there's room in the front seat... not without creativity. her words cause a hint of a smile , but the way his eyes dance up from her chest to her face feels ravenous. ❝ i'm always thinkin' about you. ❞ the honest confession is drowned in an octave smothered in lust , it's the only response she gets , because with that he kisses her again. his hands moving to pull her blouse of of its spot , desperately undoing the last button and almost ripping the shirt off of her. barely having the decency to be gentle with it. one hand finds its way into curls and pulls gently. the other hovers at the front of the hem to her skirt for a moment. toying at the seam. as if lust has entirely blinded him to the fact that it's not as if they're entirely secluded.

the bonfire rages in the background as hormone filled kisses drown out anything that isn't the girl in front of him. anyone could walk in on the moment of veiled privacy if they got unlucky enough for it , but the warning is smothered down , disregarded , as fingers slip in past lace , one knee rises , to give his hand a little more room as it beings pulling down at intimate fabric and lightly tracing fingertips against her. she is honey , sweet and savored , every kiss full of more everything than he could ever have imagined. he doesn't know how the woman had stumbled right into his lap but he's certain he's going to die on his next deployment , because why else would god be giving him this. she was beautiful , and funny , and liked the things he did , laughed with him & at him , smart , badass and... was the best sex he'd ever had. she was a dream.

@executiioner ! gets a continuation of this meme.

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it's been years. why the fuck are you here. @prettybrawler x.x.

thirteen years after the events of the hawkins disaster ; an established marine corps career , and one major federal trial later and the escaped convict finds himself back somewhere he never thought he would have to be again. indiana , it still smells as potently of the upside down as he remembers from the last time he'd convinced himself he was never retouring. but he's not there to reminisce , he's there to hide. no one remembers him here he wasn't particularly anyone of importance here , not really except , one. the five months post his involvement in the incident he remembers vividly , fights and arguments with the man left an easy enough answer to why he'd been remembered but. huck had quite frankly assumed he would be dead by now ( or in jail ) --- though the colors the man wore were an indication he wasn't that far off. but other than that , the small town's moved on , nineteen years of healing , but he can still feel the evil in his bones the minute he's back in town. the curse , it's still here. but it seems not to be on anyone's mind. or causing any harm. no , no one remembers , or they act like it never happened. an unlikely team up results as both men come to the realization that it's not that hawkins healed but that it's history has been erased , whole individuals are missing from the town... and continue to go missing , with no memory or evidence left that they didn't exist. they haven't moved away , or sold their homes , just disappeared. the list grows to twenty but only three that stand out to the pair , all victims of the original disaster and the first to have disappeared: munson , harrington and hargrove.

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the world flickers with the waning light of the evening sun , as dust and light falter through the leaves of the woods around hawkins ; a young marine finds himself in the middle of all this , destruction. roads torn open with the fires of modor. he can feel the remnants of his world bleeding away. walking through the rough terrain in mud-stained boots and a red and black flannel , hands shoved deep into warm pockets eyes are captivated by the glowing red light particles that behave oh so similarly to dust and yet do not seem to be. the light reflects softly off of blue eyes , fascination and terror equally represented.

there was a strange worldliness already about hawkins. he had always felt lit being there. but there was a reckoning there now. an unsanctionable appetite to be there and understand. despite the world literally falling out from under him the moment he'd arrived in hawkins --- he had never felt more at home while in the state of indiana than what he felt watching the red emptiness & ash clouds ravage the city. and the feeling had only grown since then , an unstainable thirst to be in the woods ... to follow the light to be in hawkins.

he never seems to find them , the reasons that his brain wants to hold onto. he's been helping in an effort to restore the town but it's the nothingness that calls out to him. the woods and dust and lights that he wants to explore. which is how he ends up at a specific point in the break of the ground. where it seems to just ? stop. he's managed to walk for hours it feels like. and as the nineteen year old comes to his senses he realizes that he has no idea where he has ended up. the forest seems to have gotten desolate. dead quiet. and dark despite it having been eight in the am when he'd begun his walk... what was hawkins ? why did this not feel like hawkins ? had he managed to walk far enough that he was in death itself. this was , what he had always pictured it to be....

a thought crosses the back of his mind that he's ended up exactly where he was meant to. but the thought doesn't make sense as fear sets in , where is he ? did he die while he wasn't paying attention ? was this still the hell on earth that had become hawkins , indiana ? his feet lead him forward. stepping one foot in front of the other , until he comes across a clearing... familiar looking trailer parks and... a dead body. he stops... he's only been in the military a year he hasn't seen one of those yet , though he knows more are coming... steps rush into a run and as he falls onto his knees its evident who it is ; he remembers eddie munson , who'd gotten held back in school. eddie munson who looked... dead.

❝ .... come on man , you're not dead. ❞ as he reaches out to touch the body , to close the eyes... he pauses. it's warm. the body is still warm.... he can ? still try to save it. first aid 101 rushes into his brain without a second thought. he can hear his corpsman yelling in his ear. stop the bleeding , start the breathing. compression , tourniquet and cpr. on repeat. on repeat. on repeat.

@eddie gets some teen boys in the woods

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finding strange moments , broken moments. a bent cigarette cartridge ; a shifting rift of time. he's never wanted to come back to indiana , he's not even sure he brought himself here willingly. no in the end he had somehow ended up here like a madman. one that was determined to create a sense of understanding in a world that had none. still as he wanders the isles trying to decided on what brand of pads his mother needs ( she had asked him to pick some up but of course had left no instructions ). and the shift in movement out of the corner of his eye is what catches his attention.

eyes land on a familiar face. and it takes a minute to place it. and another to realize that he was certain he would never see her before in his life. huckleberry wasn't the most popular kid in school. but the star of his local football team still meant that he was somewhat well known in what he did. he remembered vaguely ; that she had been the star of the show. if anyone could get into law school from hawkins it was her. though he didn't know what she'd wanted to do he was just pushing his own fantasy onto the poor girl.

a cleared throat and then a ❝ um , sorry to ask but ? you're the kline kid right ? sarah ? it's uh , huck ---- huckleberry um.. sawyer. long time since uh ? graduation i reckon. ❞ he pauses trying to figure out , how much to ask all at once , and then swallows back his pride... ❝ uh... m'moms... askin' for uh.... pads uh... which ones do i get ? ❞

@takenamiss gets highschool graduates in hawkins

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[e1igius]

STRNGR THNGS S5E3 ; the moratorium. after escaping the upside-down with @kinghaargrove , huckleberry & billy find themselves caught by government scientists insisting on running tests and investigating how it is that the boys survived that long without help , ( of course far more interested in billy ). huckleberry goes silent , refusing to speak to the men & women in lab coats until he's reunited with his friend who seems physically tied to his ability to speak. endless huck edits.

#i have landed safely #and you are now getting all the thigns i did on the plane #:// files_unclassified / edits #:// files_revoked / sawyer / apperance_face #:// files_revoked / verses / stranger_things

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fingers pause , soft over the edge of the railing to the house , eyes stuck one one girl. bright red hair. he's seen her before , in passing while picking up the californian boy he calls a friend. now that he's gone , he hasn't really come around again... he doesn't think they've ever spoken & yet...

❝ maxine. ❞ the word falls from lips as shy as summer rain.

@zoomingupthathill ! gets a s/t verse starter.

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the empty promise of friendship , as he watches the other man absolutely obliterated laughing about something as they walk down the streets of hawkins. it had been years now , huck was twenty two about to start ocs and billy was well ---- billy. it was fairly fun however , to see how years of therapy and a support system had brought him back from the man he'd met in the upside down. it was strange for huckleberry , because he'd never met this man before. the boy he'd befriended and loved had been rutheless and terrified , and there was something about the fact that he was no longer like that.... well it created a feeling of disenchantment within the texan. as if he wasn't even sure this was his freind anymore. how could he be ? with a smile that bright ?

do this day huckleberry's smiles never reach his eyes. they lingered like broken glass at the edges of his lips , wanting to rip open his cheeks and force themselves into existence. he wonders if he could have been okay , eventually become something like how he'd been before. if he hadn't watched his friend's face get blown open by a shot gun a mere three feet away from him. carrying the body back had been the worst part , and yet it had felt so familiar. exhausted and carrying dead weight ? it was like the time billy had passed out in hell , and huck , with two months of starvation , had had to carry him to safety. the difference was , ramirez didn't wake up from the attack. ramirez would never wake up again. and so his smile looks wrong , his laughter echos like some sort of haunted empty room , his voice has the nails of the dead children they had bombed scratching at his vocal chords , the way he holds his jaw a reminder that , he still had nightmares about the upside down. huckleberry doesn't sound or look like a young man ready to take on the world. he sounds ready to leave it. and looks like he already has.

in some way's he's angry with billy , angry that he's been able to put the past behind him. that as they walk around he doesn't turn and check his six. that he just is able to enjoy the world. even if it's not to it's fully extent. huckleberry isn't dumb , he can still see the remains of his billy , the boy he'd met in hell. but that wasn't who billy was anymore. and for some reason it bothered him. it's been a few minutes since the twenty-two year old has spoke aloud , normal behavior for huck but it's new to billy. and he watches as the californian turns around and faces him , long blonde hair bouncing slightly in the movement. the younger man's cheeks are flush with liquor ( huck perfectly aware his most likely look the same ) , he feels billys hands grab his own. and he does his best not to roll his eyes. what now ?

he doesn't have to speak. huck knows exactly here this is going and he shakes his head a little shutting billy up before he can even open his mouth. and there's a small realization that comes to mind , it lingers as he looks into the other boy's eyes. this isn't his billy , not entirely not anymore. so then ? why is he even here ? why come back to a place he isn't needed... because it's true no one needs him here anymore. he gives the other's hands a light squeeze , as if to calm him down he already knows billy is going to be a drama queen about it. because whatever remains of his billy is going to hate this. but , there's not enough of that billy for huck to want to stay , huckleberry doesn't feel warm when he visits anymore. these last few times feel like he's talking to a stranger... to some nice kid sure , he likes this version of billy but its not... he same. ❝ it's my last time here , i ain't comin' back. ❞ as the words leave his mouth he can feel his body relax as the ager escapes it. leaving just emptiness.

❝ look , you don't need me anymore. i ain't helpin' you in anyway and you look like you're all healin' good and shit.❞ his thumb rubs the back of billys hand , he can feel his own heart twisting. despite the gut feeling that he doesn't want to come back here. it's like his body is telling him that he needs to stay , that his brain is wrong and that he should just shut up and apologize and take it all back. but he can't , he won't let himself. it hurts more than helps to be back here and he can't have two places that remind him of his nightmares being the only places he visits ; ramirez's family needs him more than billy does now. one nightmare at a time.... so he just talks , let's his voice cary over drunken breath and cold indiana winds , ❝ and i ain't there , i ain't healed , i still remember everything every time i close my eyes or it gets a little too dark outside. i can't smile not really , haven't laughed since... the first year we got out... it's like time makes it worse. being here makes it worse. ❞ seeing you get better and leaving me behind makes it worse.

he leans in , resting his forehead against billy's for a second , just breathing his breath is shaking. ❝ i'm sorry. ❞ it's soft , and quiet and not quite right how it comes out. because he's not sorry , not about wanting to leave not at all. he's sorry about how it's going to make the other feel , and that's it. his left hand lets go of the other's , and he brings it up to billys chin. the next action is soft , genuinely kind , as the texan places a small kiss to billy's lips. he knows the other's always wanted to kiss him. he might as well give him one thing before he never sees him again. it's strange , to kiss someone that you considered a friend for so many years. it's slow for sure the hesitation of the moment. and by the time huck pulls away he isn't sure what he thinks about the kiss as a whole , or of billy. they've managed to walk back to the general area of the apartment complex that billy's staying in at the moment , which is convenient considering huck suddenly really wants to leave in that exact moment. ❝ i'm uh , i'm going to go... ❞ he gives billy's hand a squeeze with the other one that was still holding on and then nods a little , stepping away. and turning back to face the dark.

@kinghaargrove asked 💔 a   ‘  goodbye  ’   kiss.

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strngr thngs season five , part ( one ) - rewrite , a slight detour is taken from the main narrative as a series of new characters are introduced while we wait for part two and catch up with vecna. the first four episodes of the season explore two main new characters caed byrone ( @prettybrawler ) &. huckleberry sawyer as they catch the audience up on what has been going on in town while the upside-down took over. jumping between two primary storylines , huckleberry ( played by actor boyd holbrook ) is a marine home on leave , who manages to stumble into the upside-down by sheer accident when one of the portals opens up in his parent's literal backyard , only to reunite with a beloved fan favorite from an earlier season in the upside-down. caed ( played by actor charlie hunnam ) is revealed to have been secretly a part of the world all along , watching from the sidelines and stealing the audiences heart.

timeline of S5 PT1 , focused on huckleberry sawyer's character

ep one. huckleberry is saved by billy hargrove ( @kinghaargrove ) and the two become fast friends

ep two. [ 5 month time jump ] the two boys escape the upside down and begin to get reacclimated every day life

ep three. the town tares apart mirroring the inner battle between strained friendship of the new characters.

ep four. new and old characters reunite , plans for vecna's takedown

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[e1igius]

a letter to a friend of a friend , i'm not sure how to write this ; i'm not sure what to say. this is difficult. i'm not good with words in general , let alone written out. i'm having eddie write this ( physically ). to mitigate any sort of errors. if the writing becomes more nuanced at any point consider it a translator's addition to my frustration in putting pen to paper. [ there's a break in the paper , a sharpie blacked out line ] please , take care of him. i can't. i'm not what he needs , he keeps asking me to stay and i don't know how to tell him no anymore. so i'm leaving before i say yes one more time. and i don't think i'll be back. not on a regular enough basis to be the person he needs right now. you're good to him. i know you are. i know you hate me and that we aren't exactly good friends. and i know i don't have to tell you to do this , that you'll do it anyway. it's not that i don't want to do it , or that i do not think i could. but rather that , i'm sure that me being around is only going to make things worse in the long run. i don't need you telling him anything about this either. i love him. he's a friend. i just can't be here. not now. not ever. [ the next section is crossed out five times with pen , words are vaguely distinguishable but ' california ' stands out amongst them ]

anyways thanks. huck.

@prettybrawler gets a letter.

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[e1igius]

prior note ; huckleberry is nineteen in this verse , which is a large differentiation from any of his other verses. at this moment this is the only verse in which his age will differ from canon unless otherwise plotted.

when they moved from texas to indiana in his third year of highschool he did not think it would permanently affect his life moving forward. and yet , as rock music blasts over a radio a voice tickles in the back of his throat a broken thought , as if attempting to break through and return home. hawkins , indiana. where he finished his highschool years. why is it that it echoes in his brain like some sort of plauge ? so he follows it , asks to go home for the first time in two years. the young marine still so new to the fleet finds himself lost in his venture back. to visit his parents to see why it seems to harken him home. when he arrives , its more loss.

the town feels like more of a memory of a town , with everyone he's ever known both moving on and... also feeling like they're all stuck there. like some sort of picture perfect exhibit. but there's strange things going on in hawkings. and after a week... it looks like he's calling back to his platoon sergeant to ask to extend his leave... just a few more days ( again ).

notes for the verse ; huckleberry was still born & raised in texas , however their move to indiana makes it where he was recruited out of and his home of record. in all interactions in this verse huckleberry is in hawkins temporarily while home on leave. he is very much a man out of his element in hawkins , despite being a marine he is very much in over his head. all childhood traumas remain in place in this verse , 1980s marine corps will be entirely based on stories i've heard from leadership and memoris i've read and will be fanaticized in this verse

suggested interactions ; old highschool aquaintances , asking to use his security clearance to get into government locations , "hiring" him on as muscle , set after he's visited a few times and they just keep running into each other , etc. etc.t

this verse is heavily affiliated with: caed byrone. billy hargrove.

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[e1igius]

STRNGR THNGS S5 E02 RETURN FROM HELL. endless huckleberry edits.

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[e1igius]

voice echoes , everything here echoes. there was nothing good about this place , every cricket and path was filled with death. every vein that breathed , every speck of dust floating in the air... even the creepy diner that they had lived out of for weeks , everything here smelled of rotting flesh. his clothes is drenched , sweat and fluid from creatures that have attacked him , it doesn't have the same texture as blood , he wouldn't expect it to. his hair tussled , far too long for military regulations , is shoved back with a dirty hand , dirt clings to every surface... he feels like he's been in the field... but somehow worse. she however , looks as fresh as a morning daisy. the bright blue dress she wears while dirty and worn in , looks in much better condition than any of his own clothes. the strange creature perched on her shoulder... the only thing that hasn't tried to kill him the entire time he's been down here. ( and that includes her ).

he hadn't meant to pick a fight. she's the only other person alive down here , he certainly doesn't want them to go their separate ways that might really make him go insane. but he knows he crossed a line verbally when the threat sounds no longer playful. a strange shiver runs down his spine. usually , if one were to tell the six foot two , fairly well built , very athletic young man that a tiny female under a hundred and thirty pounds was trying to fight him he would have laughed. at the current moment however he stops. feet dead in their tracks as eyes glance down at her taking her far too seriously... something about her tone scared him. as if he was actually in danger.

for all her taunting charlie had never actually hurt him before , a few feelings maybe , but the texan had stayed pretty much in tact up to this point. however , with how casual he had found her skipping about in hell , he had no doubts that he was getting the best side of her at every turn. he would have gone psychotic without human interaction and he's not quite sure she didn't. ❝ calm down , i didn't mean it. ❞ his voice is careful , as if treading on thin ice. but he tries to let his shoulders relax. eyes glancing at the bat thing before returning to charlie's face. its deceiving , she looks so sweet. he's grown to like her sharp tinge she adds to life , he's just worried about a sharp something else. ❝ want a piggyback ride or somethin' as an apology ? ❞

@slayedeath / “ careful… you’ve never had to fight me before. ” / set in their magical world of oz the upside down

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