#playindnd

[chiimaera]

do you wanna be normal? do you wanna be just like everyone else? being a freak is the best. I’m a freak !   — Class of 1983, Hawkins High School ©  ft. bill hargrove, robin buckley, eddie munson, chrissy cunningham, steve harrington, nova mendez ( @greymoralities ), charlie hopper ( @weepedwords ), tara cunningham ( @scapegrce ) and nancy wheeler

[storiesofthenight]

@playindnd​​ liked for a starter.

This had to be the absolute worst year in Steve’s life so far. Sure, being beat up and drugged by Russians was pretty bad, but this year had been worse. The murders, being pulled down into the lake and almost getting killed by some weird demobats? That had been bad enough already. But apparently, the Upside Down had taken a liking to trying to strangle him, and while they’d managed to get Vecna down, or so they’d thought at first, … he had still won.

Max was most likely dead, he had no idea really, and Eddie … he’d gotten hurt so bad. There had been no doubt in his head when he’d heard about their friend’s condition from Dustin, that he wasn’t going to leave him there on his own. So, Steve had gone to get him, pretty much carrying him towards the portal in the hopes to get him through in one piece so they could get him to a hospital. Sure, he was still wanted for murder, but … dying was worse right? They’d figure it out …

And then, then the portal had closed …

He had been there, looking up at his friends, calculating how to best do this when out of the blue it had just shrunk and vanished altogether. Staring up at it in disbelief, Steve had needed a few moments before gathering himself and knowing that right now, there was only one priority. Getting to safety, as far as that was possible in a world where every animal like creature tried to eat you, and making sure Eddie would be alright. And then, hopefully they’d find another way back to their own world.

[wrappedupinlight]

@playindnd​​ asked:  ' are  we  having  a  moment ? ' for robin  ↪  𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 .   (  a  collection  of  100+ question prompts .   adjust  phrasing  as  necessary . )  

"iiiiif by moment you mean i saw you trying to steal my side of the fries in broad daylight? then you'd be right."

pettiness drives her to yank the plate closer to her side. a silent, wordless claim that this was her plate and no one can do anything about it. "didn't anyone tell you sharing is caring, munson? paws off."

[creatureshrieks]

❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜ @playindnd​ || Steve & Eddie || ask prompts - always accepting.

“ I’ll take that as a compliment, Munson, ” Steve’s voice is one of sarcasm, a cocky smirk on his lips. “ You ever have one of those things fly right into your face? Scary shit, man. I’m telling you, those things are silent and then - bam ! Right in your face! You won’t even know what hit you. Real ninjas, those things, ” He further explains as to why being called a butterfly was, in fact, an honor. Butterflies, those guys could be apex predators if they didn’t eat flowers.

“ So yeah, Munson, I am intimidating as a butterfly. You should really watch out. ”

[screenviolense]

@playindnd​ sent: ❝  you can stay but i’m not letting you sleep on that couch.  ❞ 

           ‘ why, are you hiding a guest bedroom somewhere? ‘ her eyes remained locked on the trailer at the end of the park through the blinds on the window. the lights were still on and she could hear the faint sound of shouting, earning an annoyed sigh. she’d come over here to score, in hopes it would take the edge off the fighting, but they were still going at it just as viciously as before when she’d originally pried her window open and used that cheerleader athleticism to sneak out.

             ‘ besides, i’m not staying the night. ‘ she dug into her varsity jacket, pulling out a lighter. ‘ if they’re still fighting in an hour, i’ll call the cops. ‘

[hwknsking]

@playindnd​ 

Steve had been talking to Robin, leaning on the counter with his back to the entrance of Scoops Ahoy, a smile on his lips as he shook his head at her. She was making fun of him again, and of the fact that he had once again failed to charm himself a date. “Oh, you’ll see ... next one that walks in, that’s going to be the one~” It was a joke, but he couldn’t help the grin on his lips nonetheless. 

Hearing footsteps coming nearer, he wiggled his eyebrows at her as if to say ‘just you wait’, and turned, a smile on his lips as he spoke. “Ahoy there, I am Ste-” He faltered, blinking a little as he stared at the young man before him. “I am ... Steve.” Okay, this was awkward, he’d really been expecting a girl, not ... Eddie Munson, again. With a soft sigh, he leaned at the counter. “Let me guess, you want to try samples?” 

[whatsmordor]

@playindnd gets a thing for vamp Eddie

❝it wasn't your fault, it was...it was mine, i shouldn't have snuck up on you.❞

[solarsought]

@playindnd asked: “ oh! oh, thank god! i thought we lost you… “ ( robin! )

“Me?” Robin asks, scoffing at the idea acting as if she hadn’t been inches from death not that long ago. She absentmindedly runs her fingers across her neck where Vecna’s creepy vines had taken hold of her neck before Nancy and Steve had saved her. It was a lot and she didn’t want to think about it as it only brought back the memories of past bad experiences. “I’m like a cat I’ve got nine lives or something it will take a lot more than some crazy guy with super powers to take me out.”

[imthecleric]

@playindnd​ said: “Not that bad huh? Say that to me without flinching.”

[ x ]

Had he flinched? He swore he was better at not reacting to stuff anymore. He swore he was good at hiding it. But apparently not. It briefly made him wonder if any one else noticed. Or if this was just something Eddie would have noticed for whatever reason. From personal experience Will knew that Dungeon Masters were very perceptive, probably had the highest passive perception you could get in real life. So maybe it was related to that. If he and Mike weren’t so... weird lately he’d wonder if Mike would pick up on it. But lately, Mike didn’t pick up on alot of things related to Will. He guessed that had to deal with distance, and growing up, even if he hated to think that was the case. But even with their claim of being best friends, recently, their friendship was still in a weird place. But it was friendship and Will would take it.

So he looked at Eddie, “Its not,” he said testing the waters of if he could play all this off. It wasn’t a direct lie, Will rarely lied. He just wasn’t one to tell the whole truth to spare others from dealing with what he was. It was maintaining the moral, and they could use that right about now. “Its not,” he said again with more conviction, but it honestly sounded a bit more like desperation.

Maybe it was obvious...

After a few moments he looked down, and swayed on his feet, “I’m used to it,” he said rather quietly. Not that it couldn’t be heard, but there was a clear tonal shift as Will was opening up a bit to Eddie. It was almost like he had to decide if he trusted him. And something told him that Eddie could be trusted, and he had no idea why. He’d like to figure it out, it was probably because Dustin, Mike, and Lucas trusted him. And he knew his friends.

“After everything,” he paused heavily, because the implication that it was all his fault, and it was to some degree no denying it hung heavily in the air. “I’m glad they got a reprieve, a real one, doing something I know they all like.”

[goldshadowsarchive]

@playindnd​  :   “ you’ve heard of cotton eyed joe, now get ready for  cotton eared me!”   ( from eddie to harley. )

                   “ i was JUST listening to cotton ey                       wait what  ?  ”  that’s when he looks up to see eddie with cotton swabs in both his ears and has to fight back a grin. “ you look so fuckin’ stupid. ”

[chiimaera]

five times touched for @playindnd​, :: a study in the intimacy of hands

one.  his hands were rough. not the inner hand like the athletes get from the bars in the weight room, but along the tips of his fingers. when they brushed over her palm, her words got stuck her throat. she had never really been loud. her voice always kept at a quiet volume after years of tiptoeing around a house that was more her mothers than it was her own. that didnt explain the way her heart beat a little faster, pattering to a rhythm she hadnt heard before.  her own fingers instinctively curled around the ones that had planned to retreat, the small folded piece of paper caught between them. maybe she had wanted to make sure that she hadnt imagined the way the new sensation felt, maybe she wanted to keep something for herself. a secret that didnt make her feel small every time she looked in the mirror. she had enough of those.  in romance novels, they talk about someone taking your breath away but when she turned and looked at him, it felt like she suddenly remembered how to breathe. she forgot how to do that sometimes. it was hard to remember when youre drowning in a sea of people who never seem to see you gasping for air. it had only been few seconds, a single moment shared in silence as his eyes stared at hers. those callused fingers pressed against the soft inner part of her own, his rings were cool to the touch. what was she doing? the surprise on his face told her that he didnt know either. “ mr. munson, no passing notes, you know that. ” like a pebble dropped in a still lake, those words set everything into motion again. she freed him, tucking the note into the palm of her hand and turned forward once more. she ran her thumb along the tips of her own fingers, under the manicured nails and found that she was looking for a roughness that wasnt there. in the hall, she caught herself chasing the feeling while she practiced taking a breath.  in and out. two.  his hands are bigger than hers. with her palm pressed against his own, he could curl his fingers inward and hers would be trapped in their path. she knew that he wouldnt. she didnt know why but she knew. his nails were short, hers stopped just under the first knuckle of his digits. this time his rings felt like they were in the way, preventing their skin from the sweet sensation of being pressed together completely. did he take them off when he held a girls hand? how did they feel? when she finally tore her eyes away, he was staring back at her. there was something in his eyes that reminded her of warm chocolate in the middle of winter, the kind that thawed your bones after playing in the snow. eddie munson wasnt scary, not if they actually looked at him. there was still a smile playing at the corners of his lips like he was trying to hold on to what humor could still be found in their closeness. she waited, he waited. her heart started that rhythm again, skipping through the chorus with a soft intake of her breath. she wondered if he could hear it. “ see? ” she breathed out, “ you have big hands. mine are normal sized. ” he opened his mouth, a grin bloomed—her hand slipped. she could blame the way her mind felt hazy around the edges, softened by their shared joint that had long burned out between them. she could blame her curiosity, her unspoken question needing an answer. her fingers slid between his own, her nails grazed against the top of his hand as she curled each digit,  his rings trapped in between them. she could feel his veins under her fingertips and for a moment she thought she could feel his heart beat too.  “ —sorry, ” tumbled out of her mouth before she could catch it. a habit she had tacked onto the back of her every desire, worried that her wants were more like burdens. she took back her hand with a quick release and jolt back, curling her fingers into her palm and pressed it against her chest.  had she still dared to look at him, she might have seen the disappointment that she left behind.  three.  his hands never stopped moving. when he spoke, he was a conductor. every word was followed with a corresponding motion— a sweep of his arms, a curl of his fingers, playing with the ends of his hair. there wasnt any hesitation, no second thoughts, commanding attention in a way that most dreamed they could. sometimes it was bad attention but he always had an audience. she got lost in the timbre of his voice, allowing his hand to reach for her own, pulling her into the downpour just outside the protection of the car. a band she didnt know played through the speakers, barely heard over the sound of the water hitting pavement. eddie didnt care. that what she liked about him. he was a car with no steering wheel, no battery, no breaks, just bravery. a chest full of laughter, teasing her into finding her own. the rain soaked into their clothes, his hell fire club t-shirt stuck to his chest, her hair plastered to her head. they spun in circles, playing instruments that werent there, water splashing, their shoes soaked through.  his hand held onto hers, spinning her in circles over her head to a dance they didnt know. her life was a series of plans, set with routines and schedules that had to be followed. they had to be perfect, she had to be perfect. no excuses, no exceptions, no distractions. so when they had stopped to breathe, his hand still in hers, she shouldve let go. she shouldve taken a step back. instead she watched his other hand reach for her, gently pushing her soaked bangs from her eyes. she shouldnt have leaned into the motion, chasing the kindness that every part of her screamed for. but she did. her lips parted, her fingers holding onto his as she leaned her cheek into his touch. “ eddie, ” his name left her lips, barely heard over the sound of the rain around them.  “ chrissy? ”  the lightness in her heart sank like lead, her eyes widening as she turned to see jason watching them. that dark fury shadowed his features, his jaw tight with clenched teeth. it was a switch, a flicker between worry and anger. his concern only lived as long as his jealousy, shoving the door of his car open. by the time the panic caught up to her limbs, it was too late. her boyfriends hand wrapped around her upper arm, biting into the soft skin enough to bruise. he yanked her back from the hawkins freak, her shoulder pulled up at an awkward angle from the sheer force of it.  eddies fingers slipped through hers. maybe it was better that way. 

four. his hands were warm. she hadnt let go since she had escaped the hell that lived inside her head. it was a life line, a single boat left in out at sea. a reminder that even when she closed her eyes, she wasnt alone. she felt like a kid again, holding onto a stuffed animal in the dark, wishing she was someone else. her fingers laced with his, his rings absent. his palm was pressed against hers, caging her small hand in the safety of his own. his body lay between her and the bedroom door, protecting her from the outside world just as much as the wall at her back. her blonde hair fanned across his pillow, his t-shirt hung on her small frame. her make up had been washed away, leaving her bare to his gaze. she shouldve been nervous, self conscious. she shouldve thought about how fat she was, how ugly she must look after crying, how her mother would freak out when she finally returned home. she shouldve thought about jason, how he would feel if he knew she was sharing a bed with another boy. yet the only thing she could bring herself to think about was how warm he was. she wanted to melt into it, drown in the way his dark eyes filled with worry and care. she wanted to pull him closer and let herself pretend that it was where she was exactly supposed to be. pretend that she was allowed to make him a lighthouse, a beacon to find her way back when the darkness threatened to drown her. but she wasnt as brave as he was.  instead she moved a little closer, pulling their joined hands towards her until her lips rested on the back of his hand. it was less of a kiss and more of a comfort, finally closing her eyes. “ thank you, ” she whispered against his skin.  she could pretend just for tonight.

five. his hands were her favorite. it was silly, she knew it. she had memorized the curve of his fingers, the shape of his knuckles, the calluses along the tips—a parting gift from the strings of his guitar. she knew the weight of his palm against her own, the feel of his rings between her fingers. she traced the ridges and lines, what marks life had left behind.  the steady beeping of the machines echoed in the small hospital room, the nurses had stopped enforcing visitor hours since the upside down had cracked open their little town. too many injured, too many missing. her and dustin watched him go back out there. their eyes had met as he stared up at her, the knotted bedsheet in his hands. she saw it again. the same look back in the woods, the one in the rain, the one when he wiped her tears and told her to breathe.  she forgot how to breathe.  for the first time, chrissy knew exactly what she wanted. she didnt hesitate or wonder what she was supposed to do. she didnt wait for a lighthouse. she wasnt going to leave eddie behind.  her thumb rubbed circles onto the back of his hand, her fingers tucked under his palm where it lay on the top of white hospital sheets—right where it belonged.  

[serpentblooded]

[text: Eddie boy] do you want to see my 👻🐝🐝?

[text: Eddie boy] i swear I'm not drunk

@playindnd gets a text thing cause...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[hwkeyejra]

@playindnd​​ said         :     " Can I touch your bow? "

❛ eeeeeeeehhh no. ❜ she laughed before holding the bow out. She was honoured honestly. People weren’t USUALLY that in to archery, especially when you were hanging out with people who had a bunch of amazing tech and powers.  ❛ Of course!  it’s nice to have someone who isn’t just ... ‘a bow? what’s wrong with a gun?’     wanna shoot it?  actually what hand is your dominate hand?   cause if you’re a lefty i can steal Clint’s bow.... oh and what eye do you naturally close if i say close one eye. if you close your left eye, even if you’re right handed,   you need a left hand bow.    this is a right handed one,   i mean i can shoot both but... ❜

[batwirls]

“ you can forgive yourself now. ”   from @playindnd​ 

          there’s a hitch to steve’s breathing, a stutter as he looks to eddie, hears the genuine tone to his voice. he’d been... struggling. a lot. ever since everything went down in the upside down-- since eddie got hurt. since max... 

          his fault. it was his fault. he was meant to be the protector. the guardian. they made so many jokes about him playing hero, but it was true, wasn’t it? he was meant to hold it together and yet-- it’d all failed. 

          he swallows thickly, dips his head to avoid eddie seeing the shine to his eyes and he just tries to take a deep breath. 

          “can i?” his voice comes out smaller than he’d hoped. his hands move together, tight tension as they wring together. “how the hell do i even go about doing that?” 

[hwknsking]

@playindnd​​​ asked: ' scar. ' [x]

Steve had stolen Eddie’s copy of The Fellowship of the Ring. After all the references to things like Mordor and the Shire, Steve figured he better read those books sometime. He’d just been reading the part where Tom Bombadil was helping the hobbits out, when he’d felt a careful touch to the scars on his side. Raising an eyebrow, he glanced aside to spot Eddie there. Well, of course, who else would be there, right? “The doctors say they’re supposed to fade with time.” He muttered, glancing at where his shirt had risen up. “But what does he know hm? I bet they told you the same?” The scar from where the bats their tail, or whatever it was, had tried to choke him still lingered too. 

[ofbookshelves]

@playindnd​

English was her favorite class: getting to read the classics and analyze the intended meaning versus what she took from it was the highlight of her day. Though there were some days where she dreaded spending the entire period in that room and those were the days that the infamous Eddie Munson decided to actually show up; his constantly distracting nature kept her from focusing in on the lesson at hand. That’s why she ended up outside the door to the theatre room with said annoyance’s notebook in hand. Somehow, the male inadvertently left his notebook full of what she could only assume was details on the game he played with his friends (though she would absolutely deny that she spent the entire night flipping through the notebook, completely invested in whatever was going on). Letting out a deep breath to collect herself, Red stepped through the doors in hopes to catch the other not in the middle of one of his games. “Um, hi?”