#hellfyrs

[queencheer-moved]

        funnily, that actually makes chrissy stop talking   for a moment.  she was still getting used to how honest eddie was with her; it was refreshing, but also strangely disconcerting.  chrissy could never just speak freely around some of the people closest to her, like her mother or even jason — usually they talked over her.  she’s not sure either of them would have let her ramble on about her plans for college the way she just did.  “sorry, i just... the thought of getting out of here makes me a bit giddy,”  she says, looking off to the side bashfully.  it was a terrifying thought too, sure, but not as terrifying as the thought of being stuck in hawkins forever.  “you get that, don’t you?”

@hellfyrs​ said : ❝  i’ll always want to listen to you.  ❞

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         ❛  well, i don't know if you noticed, buckley, but i don't exactly have that many friends to tell BUT      ❜  he lifts right hand, placing it over his heart dramatically as he stands straighter.  ❛  i will not tell a soul. scout's honor.  ❜

in all honesty it was kind of refreshing. eddie was an oddball but robin was absolutely aware that she was too. the only difference was, eddie didn’t seem to hide himself. it was ADMIRABLE.   “ you better not, or i’ll tell everyone that your guilty pleasure is madonna. “  she joked, honestly having no idea what his thoughts on the singer were but given he was a metalhead, she probably wasn’t his kind of thing. 

“ i don’t like boys, eddie. I LIKE GIRLS. that’s why i rejected that guy. “ 

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         he stares at the freshman incredulously. REGULAR d&d ? the thought that he was reducing HELLFIRE CLUB to some random, spur-of-the-moment campaign held in your mom and dad's basement made him sick.  ❛  regular d&d ?  ❜  body leans down, arm wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him closer.  ❛  HELLFIRE CLUB is not a regular d&d club, henderson. do you think i let moms in, asking if we want sodas or some PIZZA BAGELS or whatever other shit they'll say to insert themselves into our campaign ? no, I DON'T THINK SO. hellfire club is the only way to play d&d. surrounded by the BEST players that hawkins has to offer.  ❜  

         he lets him go with a loud sigh. fist clutching his chest dramatically. his voice is loud now, a call to arms.  ❛  so, i'll ask you ONE more time. will you join hellfire club or will you roam the halls, lost and alone.  ❜  

there was an awkward smile at first -- praying that he hadn’t just put his foot in it with the incredibly cool dungeon master. eddie seemed very... full of energy, and very unique, but honestly that was something that dustin quite ADMIRED. clearly he wasn’t a sheep among a flock, and he both knew it and embraced it. being considered somewhat of an outcast himself, along with his party, dustin appreciated that, IMMENSELY. 

that nervous sort of smile grew more genuine and wider however as eddie pulled him closer and began talking so passionately about hellfire club. eyes full of WONDERMENT as he listened to what honestly sounded better than he could have imagined. 

that look of MARVEL remained in the younger boy’s gaze as he looked up at eddie, grin growing wider if that was even possible. wanting to both play along and IMPRESS the other, dustin straightened his posture, chin tilted upwards so he was standing as tall as he could, his own hand coming to rest over his heart.  “ i here-by pledge my allegiance to the hellfire club. it would be an honor to join the best of the best! “ 

[unheald-archived]

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wait a goddamn minute...

foot reached for the ground to keep himself and his bike balanced as he remained stationary, watching a somewhat SUSPICIOUS looking eddie skulking out of steve’s place -- where, coincidently, dustin had been heading to. while he loved the guy, like a BROTHER, like a BEST FRIEND, he had to admit, eddie was far from subtle. he was undeniably himself at all times, it was part of the many reasons why dustin looked up at him honestly. he wasn’t afraid to be himself -- though that did mean he wasn’t all that great at hiding things either.

oh yeah, dustin had been picking up on things. comments made to steve when either he thought that dustin couldn’t hear them, or would just assume he was being playful and messing around. the numerous visits to family video when steve was on shift -- even though, dustin didn’t exactly see eddie as a movie buff. all in all, things had just been seeming a little too... odd for this to just be CASUAL, friendly hangouts. at least, that’s what dustin thought. 

“ eddie! hey, eddie! “  dustin called, foot pushing up off the ground, moving back up to it’s pedal as he rode his bike over to his friend.  “ did i just see you leaving steve’s? i DEFINITELY just saw you leaving steve’s. “ 

[terrorcheerarc]

she  thinks  she  must  look  mad.  pacing  back  and  forth  in  front  of  the  munson  trailer,  briefing  pausing  as  if  to  knock  on  the  door  but  suddenly  lowing  her  fist  again.  deep  breath  in,  deep  breath  out.  trying  to  build  up  the  courage  to  go  in  there  and  confess.  to  give  in  to  her  heart,  finally.  no  longer  able  to  take  the  distance  between  them,  even  if  it  had  been  of  chrissy’s  own  making.  she  had  managed  to  clear  his  name  and  yet  the  guilt  still  eats  away  at  her.  because  it  was  all  chrissy’s  fault  that  he  had  got  dragged  into  it  all,  that  he  nearly  died  in  the  upside  down.  so  she  decided  he  would  be  better  off  if  she  stayed  away.  though  the  selfish  part  of  her  wanted  to  be  with  him  always.  and  that’s  why  she’s  here.  chrissy’s  being  selfish  for  once.

you  can  do  this!  one  last  deep  breath  in.  porch  light  flickers  overhead,  somewhere  in  the  tall  grass  crickets  chirp,  and  her  heart  feels  like  it  might  beat  right  out  of  her  chest;  all  things  chrissy’s  suddenly  aware  of.  the  rasp  of  her  knuckle  against  the  door  sounds  too  loud.  she’s  become  painfully  aware  of  her  own  body.  goosebumps  decorating  the  skin  of  her  arms  despite  the  warm  evening,  the  pink  burning  of  her  cheeks  barely  hidden,  and  feet  start  to  turn  as  if  to  run  away  but  the  door  opens  and  chrissy’s  suddenly frozen  in  place.  @hellfyrs​  is  in  the  doorway,  illuminated  by  the  warm,  yellow  light  from  inside.  a  smile  blooming  across  her  lips  in spite  of  the  mixed  emotions  swirling  inside.    ❝   hi,  eddie.   ❞    

[queencheer-moved]

        “i think you might regret that offer if i keep   calling you at such a late hour,”  she says with a breathy chuckle, twirling the telephone cord between her fingers anxiously.  it wasn’t that late yet, just a quarter past ten, but both her parents and her brother were asleep already and the house just became a little too quiet for her liking.  her fleetwood mac record playing softly in the background was soothing, but not quite as comforting as the sound of eddie’s voice over the phone.  “i know you band guys usually get inspiration for songs at night.  i’d hate to disrupt a moment of genius or something.”

@hellfyrs​​ said : ❛  you can always reach out to me. even if it's the the middle of the night.  ❜

[guiltskate]

eddie munson  ,  so the roller skates… what do you do if you gotta like, walk, into a place?

             even  as  eddie  asks  the  question,  carter  is  skating  around  him,  the  laps  lazy  and  slow,  yet  still  somehow  graceful.  playful  smirk  tilts  one  corner  of  pink  lips  as  she  answers.   ‘ honey,  there  isn’t  any  place  around  here  that  i  can’t  skate  into, ’   were  there  shops  and  spaces  carter  shouldn’t  be  skating  in?  absolutely.  but  that  never  stopped  her  from  doing  so.  carter  coomes  to  a  perfect  stop,  facing  the  boy  with  a  bigger  grin.   ‘ but  i  keep  my  favorite  chuck  taylors  in  my  backpack,  just  in  case, ’     @hellfyrs.

[terrorcheerarc]

a  hush  falls  over  the  hall  as  the  two  appear  in  the  doorway.  the  cheerleader  and  the  freak,  who  had  run  away  together  and  caused  a  riot.  for  no  one  had  expected  beauty  to  willingly  go  with  the  beast.  so  chrissy  had  spent  hours  at  the  chief’s  station,  protesting  eddie’s  innocence  until  her  throat  was  raw  and  her  eyes  red.  her  mother’s  words  still  ringing  in  her  ears.  how  could  you  have  done  this,  chrissy?  you’ve  made  us  a  laughing  stock!  her  family  had  left  town  shortly  after.  fled  the  earthquake.  they  didn’t  ask  chrissy  to  go  with  them. 

*  holds her hand.     @hellfyrs

his  fingers  lace  between  hers  so  easily    -    so  naturally.  it  brings  instant  ease,  body  relaxing,  despite  the  whispers  that  echo  across  the  hall.  and,  really,  this  was  the  last  place  chrissy  wanted  to  be.  amongst  prying  eyes  who  still  thought  the  worst  of  him,  who  thought  maybe  she  was  under  some  cultic  trace.  but  they  had  nowhere  else  to  go.  her  home  locked  and  abandoned,  his  ruined  in  the  earthquake.  at  least,  she  sees  some  familiar  faces  from  across  the  room.  steve’s  concerned  glance  from  behind  a  table  pilled  high  with  clothes.  robin’s  unsure  smile,  peanut  buttered  bread  dangling  from  her  hand.  

she  gives  his  hand  a  squeeze,  the  pad  of  her  thumb  running  across  his  knuckles.  perhaps  more  to  comfort  herself  than  him.  to  give  her  the  courage  to  make  the  next  steps.  curious  gazes  and  obnoxious  remarks  follow  as  they  start  to  cross  the  hall,  chrissy  leading  them  in  the  direction  of  steve  and  the  donated  clothes.  god  bless  nancy  for  letting  her  borrow  something  clean,  but  she  needs  a  change.  to  feel  normal  again.  as  much  as  she  can  when  their  town  has  become  a  gate  to  the  upside  down.  but  she  knows  that  then  when  the  world  starts  to  end  and  realities  merge,  they  can  face  it  together.  hand  in  hand.