#hellfyrs

         ❛  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. 

         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. 

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. 

        “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.”

        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?”

*  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.