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With 𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑬 trees and 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑫𝑬 skies

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hmmmmmmmmmm hard reset here SOON

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voical‌ / richie

“ YEAH, YEAH. DON’T MIND ME. ”  – richie doesn’t let himself overanalyze this. something made him pick up the flower and then the same something made him think it would look nice in steve’s hair. studying is low on his priority list – now more than ever. he gets the fucking subject anyway; skims over the notes he borrowed from stan twice, that’s it. maybe he won’t get an A – ( even though he probably will ) – that doesn’t matter now. “ HEY, WHY THE FUCK IS YOUR HAIR LIKE – IT’S SO SOFT, DUDE. YOU STEALING YOUR MOTHER’S SHAMPOO OR SOMETHING ?? ” long fingers let the flower be and just brush over steve’s locks once again, with some sort of a confused appreciation.  

“ oh god no, she would absolutely murder me if i did that-” he starts, face warm. steve knows he wont be able to focus at all, about anything. anything other than richie that is. IT’S KINDA SIMPLE, richie demands the attention of the room, and steve can’t help but follow along. so when it’s the two of them, alone. then it’s harder not to...feel things. feel like this. 

“ i just take care of it-” he looks up, leaning into the touch just slightly. “-we aren’t gonna study are we?” he asks, gently, he doesn’t really mind. yet he has to give it a try. 

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voical / richie

– he has an entire ass pressing down into his arms but it’s fine. it is richie’s choice to pick steve up this way; sneakily come up behind him, wrap his arms around the other’s thighs and liiiiift, flyyyying he gooooes !! he can feel the grip on his own shoulder and it makes him laugh, because for such a softie, steve is really digging in there. people in the hallway are giving them looks but they can choke on a dick as far as richie is concerned. ( whoa, when did he get so dismissive about that ?? a recent development for sure. )

“ I WOULD NEVER, STEVIE. ” richie also appreciates the development that is the sudden growth that the 12th grade brought him. in width, not height. his arms are like – twice as big as they used to be and it’s weird as hell ( a fucking girl checked him out last week !! he was sure there is like a booger on his glasses or something, but no – ) he doesn’t use it for anything, though. except this – because now it’s much easier to flip steve in his arms, hold him bridal style. richie peers down at him, all smiles. “ GOOD MORNING. ”

HIS HEART IS AS BIG AS HIS SMILE, he didn’t really mind, he felt so safe and warmth and soft and melted all OVER. he looks down at him before, eyes lingering as he feels himself being flipped. blush grows big and pink on his cheeks and ears. blinks. 

THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT JUST BEING CARRIED AROUND THAT CALLS ATTENTION AT THE BUTTERFLIES IN HIS STOMACH, he curls in himself just a little. big brown eyes find richie’s. and he smiles and god he’s soaring. all soft and airy.

“hi.” it’s nervous, he clears his throat a little “-how are you? ” he likes it here. in his arms. it’s so freaking gay. oh god.

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🌼 * nonverbal prompts / MUSE / STEVE

💪 Pick my muse up .

HE DOESN’T KNOW WHERE THE EXCITEMENT CAME FROM, it doesn’t upset him. THINGS JUST GETS REALLY FUCKING COMPLICATED when he doesn’t know how to react, when everything is unexpected, he’s learning to chill and take it easy. he definitely yelps when he’s dragged off the ground and he’s picked up.  he clings into the arm, he doesn’t think richie’s gonna drop him but he’s not RISKING IT.

“ holy shit richie, please don’t drop me. ” HE GIGGLES, it’s a nervous gut reaction more than anything.

🌼 @voical​   /  SENT .

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🌼 * nonverbal prompts / MUSE / STEVE

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

STUDYING ISN’T A VERY NICE ACTIVITY, he knows this. he’d rather be doing anything else really. and he thought that maybe doing it outside on the grass, where it’s like sunny and the weather is nice for once then it wouldn’t be so hard. he’s reading, kinda distant not really minding that richie is around, he’s like behaving. 

HE FEELS A HAND ON HIS HAIR AND HIS ATTENTION shifts from the book at hand to the soft brush of fingers and he looks up at the other. a blush spreads across his cheeks. he smiles then. 

“ what are you doing, tozier? we’re supposed to be studying. ”

🌼 @voical​   /  SENT .

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kaspbraktm‌ /  eddie

Eddie raised an eyebrow, looking from Steve’s face to the notebook. Eddie never stands too close, never holds a long conversation. It’s bad enough that he gets confused for Steve, he doesn’t want anything else getting jumbled up and put onto him. “ You didn’t read it did you? ” Eddie asked rather quickly as he took it. He didn’t snatch it at least, just decently took it to put in his bag. He couldn’t be really mean, Richie liked him. And, well, he was nice. Eddie just didn’t like the similarities, the things that could easily get mixed up between them. The last thing he wanted was to be known as- well, he wasn’t going to say it. Plus, not that Eddie was entirely sure but there was nothing really secretive in the notebook, just shitty half done notes. “ Thanks, I guess. ”

“ oh god i didn’t, not at all, whatever is going on between that notebook and you stays between you guys-” steve chuckles rather nervously, knowing the joke landed somewhat flat before even saying. BECAUSE HE’S STILL TRYING. “no problem really, like i find it kinda funny, like i don’t really see how they would get us mixed up? guess it would take people to go the extra mile, maybe too much to ask. ”

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🌼    RANDOM STARTER CALL  /  @kaspbraktm​​​ - MUSE / STEVE B.

WELL THIS IS. THIS IS SOMETHING. he takes a breath, it’s not just eddie kaspbrak that somehow manages to intimidate steve but rather MOSTLY EVERYONE IN HIS CLASS. and he’s getting better. just. HE WISHES HE COULD KINDA AVOID everything. and everyone-but you know it’s with courage he then takes a breath “-hey, so-” he clears his throat “-someone got us mixed up, they...kinda gave me this-” he holds out a notebook that clearly belongs to eddie, he chuckles “-before i could say anything, poof they dissappeared, crazy right? figured i’d give it to you. ”

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kaspbraktm‌ / eddie

“ Hm? ” Eddie looked over at his brother with knitted brows, not really paying attention but he heard him. He was too lost in thought, quiet for once. Eddie’s hardly ever quiet really, usually talking constantly whether Tommy was listening or not. Eddie spoke now though. Quiet and careful. Kind of distant really. “ Oh… Just some dumb shit. It’s nothing. Just dumb, weird stuff. ” 

WOW. okay, this is like some bizarre situation. and tommy, tommy doesn’t know how to approach it properly. he doesn’t want it to be messy. he doesn’t want to upset eddie more than he already is. which isn’t hard to do at all. to be fair. he presses his lips into a line and he sighs. “-well i may not, you know, know a lot...but i’m kinda a very big authority when it comes to weird, so, you should probably be okay in giving it a shot. ”

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CH. TOMMY KASPBRAK !

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🌼    RANDOM STARTER CALL  /  @kaspbraktm​​ - MUSE / TOMMY

“ okay you know, usually i let things like slip because that’s a million times easier than try and pry where i don’t really  fit sure but you’re...you’re acting really weird, is...is something up? ” HE STARTS THIS, LOOKING AT EDDIE FROM ACROSS THE ROOM. beds on opposite sides. he had closed the book he was mindlessly trying to go through. IT WASN’T OF USE TO TRY not when he felt something was off. not quite right. 

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🌼 * nonverbal prompts  / MUSE / ASHLEY

👅

“ oh that’s real mature of you, rich....amazingly mature for your age, you do this everytime you lose an argument from someone clearly superior?” she mumbles, smiling, TEASING mainly. she’s absentmindedly picking the strings from her guitar. “-don’t know what’s going on that little head of yours, but i mean you can tell me shit...” eloquent as ever “...like i know before, before this whole shit i was...i was a bitch and i’m not really entitled to fix that, but you know...i got your back. ” 

🌼 @ughitsthem​ - from richie ! / SENT .

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* nonverbal starters

feel free to combine prompts.

🍁 play with my muse’s hair

😋 tickle my muse

😴 place a blanket over my muse

💌 pillow my muse’s head in your lap

🐷 give my muse a piggy back ride

💪 pick up / carry my muse 

🚽 rub my muse’s back when they get sick

🥄 give my muse their medicine

🥫 make soup for my muse  

👀 hold hands with my muse

🍿 flick a piece of popcorn at my muse

🐔 wake my muse with a forehead kiss 

 🍕 wake my muse with a shoulder shake

💛 hug my muse 

👅 make a silly face at my muse   

🌺 put a flower in my muse’s hair

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CH. ASHLEY TOZIER !

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  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

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dadsbrak‌ / frank

Frank let a playful pout take over his features, head tilting in her hands as he looked at Sandra. Leaned himself forward to press his lips against the corner of her lips with a cheeky, quiet laugh. He hovered there for a moment, cheeky grin on his lips. There was something so easy about being with Sandra, just being like this so effortlessly. So comfortable. “ Really? Even if you tried? ” He whispered. “ Bold statement, Sandy. ”

“ i am, after all, a bold woman, frank-” words are soft, melodic even, blue eyes finding his. her arms shift, moving to wrap over his shoulders. SHE SUPPOSES THERE’S SOME TRUTH ON HER STATEMENT, she let’s out a soft sigh at the kiss on the corner of her lips. ALMOST MISSING IT. silence is like a blanket, almost comfortable. almost warm.  “-but it’s the truth, could never do it, never, ever. ”

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dadsbrak / frank

A CHUCKLE ESCAPED HIM, shoulders shrugging lightly as he pressed another kiss to her jaw lightly. Then another few between the original kiss to her neck and the one to the jaw. “ Just happy to see you I guess, but aren’t I ALWAYS? ” He grinned, leaning back to look at Sandra for a moment. A brighter smile settling on his lips. “ You not happy to see me, Sandra? ” He teased, pulling her closer.

“ Gonna break my heart like that? ”

“ stop teasing- ”  the kisses felt like tiny sparks, alighting something that was well on it’s way, her hands move and are placed gently on either side of his face. returning the smile back at him. everything mushy inside of her. “come on, baby, i wouldn’t be able to do that even if i tried.” and she wouldn’t try, sandra liked the closeness, at the edge of something. akin to the humidity that rises before a storm. 

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dadsbrak‌ / frank

→ ❛ is that how you say hello where you come from ? ❜

“ ONLY TO YOU. ” Frank mumbled as he tucked his head into Sandra’s neck, arms finding a COMFORTABLE place around her waist. Lips pressing once to the skin of her neck before he just settled himself there. Eyes closed and the hum of a familiar tune leaving his lips, hips swaying slowly, moving her with him. Something by The Paris Sisters, he’s sure. Something LOVEY DOVEY, which was on brand for Frank. 

“ How was class? ”

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“ class was class. “ words leaving her in a sigh, her cheek gently resting next to his head. hands on his shoulder, letting him guide her. IT PROBABLY WASN’T RIGHT sneaking in after class , falling  into his arms so easily, sandra giggles softly then, “-what’s all this? we celebrating something? or you’re just happy to see me? ”