#hellfire010

[hargrove]

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@hvbris​ & @hellfire010​ said : birthday

「 birthday : Billy’s birthday is March 29. It often fell during spring break and as a kid, he loved that. Every year, his mom, Lori, would take him and a few friends to the beach. The best birthday gift he ever received was his first surfboard from his mom when he was five.

All that changed when Lori left. His dad never forgot his birthday, but insisted that there’s nothing special about celebrating it. He was no longer allowed to have parties, but sometimes his dad would buy ice cream for after dinner. For the most part, Billy was just happy if he escaped a birthday without getting hit, because the day reminded Neil of Lori.

When the Mayfields came into the picture, Neil would insist on a family dinner out, but it was only so that he could show off what a perfect family man he was. It never had anything to do with Billy.

The first birthday he had when Max was his stepsister, she gifted him macaroni art she made in school. It was something she had worked hard on, but to Billy, it only reminded him that it was another birthday without his mom.

In his anger and resentment, he forced Max to watch while he blew it up with a cherry bomb. She never gave him a gift again.

He grew up, preferring to pretend his birthday didn’t exist. He won’t tell anyone when it is. It’s too painful of a day since he figured it should be the one time his mom would make contact. But she never did. 」

[brokenalibi]

      𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙼𝚈 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚈 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸'𝙻𝙻 𝙳𝙸𝙴 𝙸𝙵 𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝙾.

@hellfire010​

[hawkinsalibi]

     ❝ 𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃  𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂,  𝙶𝙴𝚃  𝙸𝙽  𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙰𝙽,  𝚆𝙴'𝚁𝙴  𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚃𝙾  𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚃. ❞  -  𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚃  𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙶  𝙹𝚄𝙻𝚈  𝟸𝙽𝙳,  𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟻.

[kingrove-a]

@hellfire010​ x:

Howling laughter rose from whence they sat, the magazine Eddie had tried shoving into the other's face now unceremoniously crumpled in a heap before them. He was just trying to have a little fun, albeit at Billy's expense. There was nothing quite as exhilarating as crawling your way under someone else's skin in order to get the jump on them. Besides, it wasn't anywhere near as bad as what Eddie originally had in mind, anyway…  ❝ Aww, what's the matter? Is widdle Billy Boy scared? Turned on? Both? ❞ he cackled as he picked up his magazine. The centerfold was none other than the stunning Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, in all her glory, with her teased hair and big blue eyes and a pair of something else big that was nearly on full display. ❛ Beautiful, ❜ he thought to himself. ❛ Absolutely beautiful. ❜ As he turned to Billy, he quipped, ❝ I thought you'd be a fan of that sort of thing, dude. ❞

         ❝    fuck off, munson   ❞    billy flips the crazy bastard off easily enough, lets the gesture linger for a moment for maximum effect before leaning back into his seat and further away from the magazine. he didn´t exactly come here to exchange porn flavors or whatever. billy clicks his tongue and shakes his head a little before reaching over to pluck the blunt from where it´d been resting in the ashtray.   ❝    not when it´s covered all over in your fucking spunk stains.   ❞

    that´s what he gets for trying to fuck with him ; he takes a deep drag and throws his head back onto the rest of the ratty chair before munson can even think of complaining - lets it work its magic and hums, the grin curling slow and languid across his lips.    ❝  fuck, the thought alone is enough to kill the mood.   ❞

[childrenofthelab]

@hellfire010 | Fred Benson starter call

"So let me get this straight..."

Fred pinched the bridge of his nose, taking his glasses off for a moment to rub them on his best before slipping them back on, blinking somewhat owlishly at the older boy. He looked a little bemused, but there was a certain interest in his eyes that showed he was clearly considering the offer.

"You're saying that if I help you with O'Donnell's homework that you'll get me out of seeing Ms Kelly today?"

[hcrgrove]

@hellfire010​

“oh come on eddie, where’s your sense of adventure huh?” he asked, a grin on his lips as he looked over the munson twin. narrowing his eyes for a minute, he looked over him again. was it eddie ? he didn’t have the fuckin’ jacket on, and he had been switching between eddie and robbie all day on the name that he used when talking to other people. it had been a fun day, but there was still time for more yet. no, this was robbie. he was sure of it. eddie didn’t have that little dimple on his cheek when he smiled, did he? “babe, it’ll be fun! don’t you think? messing with harrington is always fuckin’ fun.” 

[sersumdeorsum]

"  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “ @ willy wonka daddy a.k.a henry

" ... " was he for real? henry furrowed his brows as he looked over 010. was he really asking that question. "uno reverse, 010. smash or pass?" henry would never admit it, not first anyway. but he would SMASH.

[graunblida]

Plotted starter for @hellfire010​

        The first part of the plan sounded simple. Sneak into the gym and deflate twenty to thirty basketballs. Alright. Maybe a little time consuming, but nothing they couldn’t handle. Each had grabbed a ball and using the nifty little inflation needles they had picked up at the store, inserted them into the air valves and waited. .....Aaaaand waited. Minutes had gone by, and Lexa could swear her ball felt no different. There was barely even a hiss! “ You know, I’m starting to think it would be more efficient if we just took all the balls and chucked them in the river. ” Of course, the likelihood of them getting caught with that method was too high.

Whatever the case, they couldn’t back out now. Their scheme had been too sweet to abandon. Especially with all the grief Jason and his cronies had been giving them as of late. Their precious play off season just began and the team would SAUNTER into the gym before their game, which was in a half an hour or so, to find every basketball in the vicinity completely unusable. “ Come on, Van Halen, use those muscles! ” Lexa encouraged, squeezing her own basketball to help the air escape faster. The key had been to ensure the needle was as far in as possible. “ We only got about fifty more to deflate. ” They could make it in time, right? If not they’d have to improvise, because phase two wouldn’t complete itself. 

[sentinel007]

Robbie ended up in a band with Kurt & Sid Heisenberg ( @brokenalibi ). They call their band “Draconian Tomb.” It’s a D&D reference.

Their band wasn’t supposed to make it big or anything ( not like Eddie’s ), it was just something to pass the time and get Robbie’s musical outlet out since he wasn’t really ‘a part’ of corroded coffin. They played gigs at the Alibi and other spots, and usually just played music with themselves. It was a chill atmosphere.

Robbie’s musical vocal claim is Johan Längqvist from Candlemass—and their band is essentially what would have been the ST version of Candlemass ( if they made it big ).

When Eddie’s band, Corroded Coffin ( @hellfire010 specifically ) became big and changed their name to DES CULTES, Draconian Tomb had split on mutual terms to allow Robbie to become The Fire Ghoul, called ‘Alpha’ by fans, Lead Guitarist of DES CULTES.

He still jams with Kurt & Sid when not on tour, for old times sake.

[brokenalibi]

𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝚀𝚄𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴: 𝟼 / ???

ft: @hellfire010​

[ohohone]

[obi-wan starters]

❝ i’m not afraid of you. ❞  

𝐨𝐛𝐢-𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

there’s silence in response. long fingers trail along the edge of the table as dark eyes take in the contents scattered across it. his back is to the boy , unconcerned and unafraid , as he slowly moves away towards the other end. there are little figurines propped up on what appears to be a map. is it a dungeon ? a castle ? his head tilts to the side as curiosity momentarily lures him away from his prey.

fingers deftly pick up a die , bringing it eye level for the man to inspect it further. he turns it in his hand before looking back at the table and tossing it down. it rolls and bounces across the table towards eddie , narrowly missing a plastic monster on its way. it rolls further , as if on an invisible string , before slowing to a stop in front of the cardboard barrier at the other end. 

henry’s palms rest against the table , his gaze so intensely watching the little piece of plastic as it make its way to the other side before needing to strain forward slightly to see the number from where he stands. a natural twenty. a smile ebbs across his face victoriously before blue hues lock back on the other. ‘ you should be. ’

[jockcliche-archived]

@hellfire010  :   ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ⇰ 100 nonverbal prompts  //  accepting !

       undeniably, the last place steve would have ever imagined to end up is in another dimension, much less with two of three people he’d hardly known up until these more recent times. while he and nancy had extensive history - of which everyone in hawkins surely knew about - both robin and eddie had merely been faces in the crowd of their bustling high school back when he, himself had been unanimously known as mr. popular. 

      to say that times have changed would be a massive, laughable ( in a far less than ‘ha-ha’ sort of way ) understatement. while his and nancy’s relationship had crumbled, his and robin’s took an unexpected turn into best friend territory, and eddie… well, truth be told, steve was still trying his best to figure the other man out. he was an interesting character, to say the least, and while steve admittedly wasn’t originally quite sold on his innocence on face value, he believes it’s safe to say that eddie has since proved himself to be a pretty okay guy in his books.

      and whether he had jumped in that lake to save steve’s ass or to save his own ego, steve partially owed him his life, and it wouldn’t be soon forgotten.

      nor would any acts of potential heroism soon come to an end, it would seem, as upon turning from eddie to begin walking towards the eerie likeness of the wheeler’s house, steve stops dead in his tracks as he feels the other’s hand suddenly close around his wrist. he’s confused for a moment, until a glance downward reveals the near-fatal error he’d almost made in stepping on a wriggling vine he’d failed to spot. so much for taking his own advice about the hivemind that ruled this godforsaken place.

      “jesus-” steve breathes out as he takes a jolting step back, practically colliding with his apparent savoir as his widened eyes snap up to gawk at him. “hah- that’s two for two, man. shit- you better start keeping track.”

[hcrgrove]

HEADCANON - tws: death, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, attempted suicide, throwing up. mentioned: @sentinel007 @hellfire010 @hargrxve @sugarfm

All I want is nothing more to hear you knocking at my door.

The ambulance came for Max, and he couldn’t believe that this had happened to another person he cared about. She had been dead. She was dead. He’d checked, there was no pulse. Mikey had no idea what brought her back, but suddenly she was at least breathing again. Paramedics said it was a miracle, and took her to the hospital. After Susan was called, and visiting hours were over, he went home ready to crawl into his boyfriends arms and be thankful for him, and reassured that they’d find a way to get Max through it. 

If I could see your face once more, I’d die a happy man I’m sure.

He knew the moment he saw Eddie, the moment he saw Billy trying to get near him. He wouldn’t believe it though, not until he saw him. It was like time slowed to a stop as he ran from the car, heartbeat thundering in his chest as he barrelled through the door towards Robbie’s room. He tried to get close, but Eddie snapped, yelled at him to not touch him. “Please…” He had begged, eyes filling with tears as one hand went to his chest and the other gripped his stomach. Physical pain reverberated through him, until he moved back outside and threw up. He was sick until his body physically couldn’t bring anything else up, yet still hyperventilating. Mikey knew he had to calm down, or Eddie wouldn’t let him anywhere near Robbie. He couldn’t stop the tears, but he managed to get control of his breathing and went back inside. “Eddie… please. I just want to hold him. Please.” He begged again, sniffling as the tears started to fall harder. Robbie looked so pale, so peaceful… it was like he was asleep; yet Robbie’s sleep had never been that peaceful. Part of him was waiting for him to sit up in bed suddenly, scare the shit out of him and say it was a fucking cruel joke they were playing. It didn’t happen. Not whilst he was in Eddie’s arms, not whilst he carefully climbed onto the bed next to him, and not when Mikey pulled Robbie into his arms and sobbed. He was still warm, how could he still be warm? He did everything he could to commit the others scent to memory, the way his hair felt tickling Mikey’s face, the way his hands felt whilst he was holding it. 

When you said your last goodbye, I died a little bit inside.

Sniffling, and wiping the tears from his eyes, Mikey reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring he was going to give Robbie once they’d defeated Vecna. Sure, he’d had a whole other plan in place, and it had been a romantic one, but after all the shit they’d been through Mikey had just wanted to get Vecna out of the way and then propose, start their life together. He took the ring that already sat on Robbie’s ring finger, putting it on his own before sliding on the engagement ring he had bought for his boyfriend. Mikey knew that had he asked, the other would’ve said yes. They’d talked about it so many times, Mikey was kicking himself for not doing it sooner. He should’ve done it the moment Robbie had said he’d say yes if Mikey asked. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.” He murmured, kissing his dead boyfriends forehead. “I love you, forever and always. I’ll always be yours, and you’ll always be mine.” He placed a shaky, barely there kiss on his lips before climbing back off the bed. Eddie had made his presence known again, it was clear Mikey’s time was over but he’d done what he wanted to do. 

I lay in tears in bed all night, alone without you by my side. 

The days and weeks after Robbie’s death, Mikey had drank more and done more drugs than he’d ever done in his life. It was a repeat of when he had thought Billy had been dead, but worse. A couple of times, he landed himself in the hospital with alcohol poisoning or an accidental overdose, when he wasn’t there he could be found in his bed, avoiding Eddie which meant not seeing Billy, and laying in tears all day and night. The week after the funeral, on a night where he was extremely drunk, he had decided that enough was enough. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t live in a world that didn’t have Robbie in it and fuck, he couldn’t catch glimpses of Eddie almost daily and have his heart get that flutter of hope that it was Robbie. It hurt too much. He got in his car, and drove away to the lake. Sitting on the hood of his car, he took a fuck load of pills with a whisky chaser and waited for death to take him, and reunite him with Robbie. 

But if you loved me, why’d you leave me?

A couple had come to Lovers Lake that night and found him passed out, called the ambulance. The paramedics found a note in his jacket pocket that had been addressed to Billy, and declared it a suicide attempt instead of another accident. He was in hospital on suicide watch, whilst getting a psych evaluation for 10 days until he was released. They gave him meds, and instructed him to undergo therapy. When he was about to leave, he heard the nurses talking about a patient who had to have been blessed by god himself to survive. He scoffed, and carried on walking until he heard the name that came from their mouth. Jason Carver. He had to tell Jason about Robbie, no one else had and being in hospital he hadn’t heard the news. It was horrible, but they both knew how much the other had loved Robbie, and Mikey finally found someone that could understand. 

You brought out the best of me, a part of me I’ve never seen.

He should’ve burned the suicide note, but he never did. It’s hidden in his room, among his things. Whilst he likes to pretend it never happened, for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to throw it out or burn it. Mikey struggles every single day, his trauma and grief is too much for him to deal with still most days, but he tries his best so that he can help care for Jason, and because he knows that Robbie wouldn’t want him almost killing himself every time he consumed alcohol or drugs. He tries to go to Billy, but his twin has made it quite clear that he can only pick up the pieces of one person whilst looking after himself, and of course that person is Eddie. Eddie, who Mikey can’t even look at because it hurts; it’s not his fault, though. And he doesn’t even blame Billy for not being able to help Mikey too… he just misses his brother and longs for him to just say something as stupidly simple as ‘it’s gonna be okay’ or ‘you’re gonna get through this’… but instead mainly harsh, thoughtless words are spoken because Billy physically doesn’t have the capacity to help Mikey too. Not even in the smallest way. But he has Jason… and that’s enough. That’s enough for him to stay, right? 

You took my soul and wiped it clean… Our love was made for movie screens. 

[sersumdeorsum]

"  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “ @ big sexy a.k.a hopper

"listen, munson, we're not gonna question it. we're gonna go with the flow, right? you're not the asshole making me almost arrest him every two seconds. . . and you're like, what? 20?" at least he wouldn't have to fuckin' arrest himself. "SMASH." sue him, he has a thing for twinks.