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voicalâ / richie
â YEAH, YEAH. DONâT MIND ME. â â richie doesnât let himself overanalyze this. something made him pick up the flower and then the same something made him think it would look nice in steveâs hair. studying is low on his priority list â now more than ever. he gets the fucking subject anyway; skims over the notes he borrowed from stan twice, thatâs it. maybe he wonât get an A â ( even though he probably will ) â that doesnât matter now. â HEY, WHY THE FUCK IS YOUR HAIR LIKE â ITâS SO SOFT, DUDE. YOU STEALING YOUR MOTHERâS SHAMPOO OR SOMETHING ?? â long fingers let the flower be and just brush over steveâs locks once again, with some sort of a confused appreciation. Â
â oh god no, she would absolutely murder me if i did that-â he starts, face warm. steve knows he wont be able to focus at all, about anything. anything other than richie that is. ITâS KINDA SIMPLE, richie demands the attention of the room, and steve canât help but follow along. so when itâs the two of them, alone. then itâs harder not to...feel things. feel like this.Â
â i just take care of it-â he looks up, leaning into the touch just slightly. â-we arenât gonna study are we?â he asks, gently, he doesnât really mind. yet he has to give it a try.Â
voical / richie
â he has an entire ass pressing down into his arms but itâs fine. it is richieâs choice to pick steve up this way; sneakily come up behind him, wrap his arms around the otherâs 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. )
â I WOULD NEVER, STEVIE. â richie also appreciates the development that is the sudden growth that the 12th grade brought him. in width, not height. his arms are like â twice as big as they used to be and itâs 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 â ) he doesnât use it for anything, though. except this â because now itâs much easier to flip steve in his arms, hold him bridal style. richie peers down at him, all smiles. â GOOD MORNING. â
HIS HEART IS AS BIG AS HIS SMILE, he didnât 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.Â
THEREâS 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 richieâs. and he smiles and god heâs soaring. all soft and airy.
âhi.â itâs nervous, he clears his throat a little â-how are you? â he likes it here. in his arms. itâs so freaking gay. oh god.
đź * nonverbal prompts / MUSE / STEVE
đŞ Pick my muse up .
HE DOESNâT KNOW WHERE THE EXCITEMENT CAME FROM, it doesnât upset him. THINGS JUST GETS REALLY FUCKING COMPLICATED when he doesnât know how to react, when everything is unexpected, heâs learning to chill and take it easy. he definitely yelps when heâs dragged off the ground and heâs picked up. Â he clings into the arm, he doesnât think richieâs gonna drop him but heâs not RISKING IT.
â holy shit richie, please donât drop me. â HE GIGGLES, itâs a nervous gut reaction more than anything.
đź @voicalâ Â / Â SENT .
đź * nonverbal prompts / MUSE / STEVE
đ¸ Put a flower in my museâs hair
STUDYING ISNâT A VERY NICE ACTIVITY, he knows this. heâd rather be doing anything else really. and he thought that maybe doing it outside on the grass, where itâs like sunny and the weather is nice for once then it wouldnât be so hard. heâs reading, kinda distant not really minding that richie is around, heâs like behaving.Â
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.Â
â what are you doing, tozier? weâre supposed to be studying. â
đź @voicalâ Â / Â SENT .
kaspbraktmâ /Â eddie
Eddie raised an eyebrow, looking from Steveâs face to the notebook. Eddie never stands too close, never holds a long conversation. Itâs bad enough that he gets confused for Steve, he doesnât want anything else getting jumbled up and put onto him. â You didnât read it did you? â Eddie asked rather quickly as he took it. He didnât snatch it at least, just decently took it to put in his bag. He couldnât be really mean, Richie liked him. And, well, he was nice. Eddie just didnât 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 wasnât 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. â Thanks, I guess. â
â oh god i didnât, not at all, whatever is going on between that notebook and you stays between you guys-â steve chuckles rather nervously, knowing the joke landed somewhat flat before even saying. BECAUSE HEâS STILL TRYING. âno problem really, like i find it kinda funny, like i donât really see how they would get us mixed up? guess it would take people to go the extra mile, maybe too much to ask. â
đź Â Â RANDOM STARTER CALL Â / Â @kaspbraktmâââ - MUSE / STEVE B.
WELL THIS IS. THIS IS SOMETHING. he takes a breath, itâs not just eddie kaspbrak that somehow manages to intimidate steve but rather MOSTLY EVERYONE IN HIS CLASS. and heâs getting better. just. HE WISHES HE COULD KINDA AVOID everything. and everyone-but you know itâs with courage he then takes a breath â-hey, so-â he clears his throat â-someone got us mixed up, they...kinda gave me this-â he holds out a notebook that clearly belongs to eddie, he chuckles â-before i could say anything, poof they dissappeared, crazy right? figured iâd give it to you. â
kaspbraktmâ / eddie
â Hm? â 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. Eddieâs hardly ever quiet really, usually talking constantly whether Tommy was listening or not. Eddie spoke now though. Quiet and careful. Kind of distant really. â Oh⌠Just some dumb shit. Itâs nothing. Just dumb, weird stuff. âÂ
WOW. okay, this is like some bizarre situation. and tommy, tommy doesnât know how to approach it properly. he doesnât want it to be messy. he doesnât want to upset eddie more than he already is. which isnât hard to do at all. to be fair. he presses his lips into a line and he sighs. â-well i may not, you know, know a lot...but iâm kinda a very big authority when it comes to weird, so, you should probably be okay in giving it a shot. â
CH. TOMMY KASPBRAK !
đź Â Â RANDOM STARTER CALL Â / Â @kaspbraktmââ - MUSE / TOMMY
â okay you know, usually i let things like slip because thatâs a million times easier than try and pry where i donât really fit sure but youâre...youâre acting really weird, is...is something up? â 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 WASNâT OF USE TO TRY not when he felt something was off. not quite right.Â
đź * nonverbal prompts  / MUSE / ASHLEY
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â oh thatâs real mature of you, rich....amazingly mature for your age, you do this everytime you lose an argument from someone clearly superior?â she mumbles, smiling, TEASING mainly. sheâs absentmindedly picking the strings from her guitar. â-donât know whatâs going on that little head of yours, but i mean you can tell me shit...â eloquent as ever â...like i know before, before this whole shit i was...i was a bitch and iâm not really entitled to fix that, but you know...i got your back. âÂ
đź @ughitsthemâ - from richie ! / SENT .
* nonverbal starters
feel free to combine prompts.
đ play with my museâs hair
đ tickle my muse
đ´ place a blanket over my muse
đ pillow my museâs head in your lap
đˇ give my muse a piggy back ride
đŞ pick up / carry my museÂ
đ˝ rub my museâs back when they get sick
đĽ give my muse their medicine
𼍠make soup for my muse Â
đ hold hands with my muse
đż flick a piece of popcorn at my muse
đ wake my muse with a forehead kissÂ
 đ wake my muse with a shoulder shake
đ hug my museÂ
đ make a silly face at my muse Â
đş put a flower in my museâs hair
CH. ASHLEY TOZIER !
 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 â i love you â 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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.
dadsbrakâ / 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. â Really? Even if you tried? â He whispered. â Bold statement, Sandy. â
â i am, after all, a bold woman, frank-â words are soft, melodic even, blue eyes finding his. her arms shift, moving to wrap over his shoulders. SHE SUPPOSES THEREâS SOME TRUTH ON HER STATEMENT, she letâs 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.  â-but itâs the truth, could never do it, never, ever. â
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. â Just happy to see you I guess, but arenât I ALWAYS? â He grinned, leaning back to look at Sandra for a moment. A brighter smile settling on his lips. â You not happy to see me, Sandra? â He teased, pulling her closer.
â Gonna break my heart like that? â
â stop teasing- â the kisses felt like tiny sparks, alighting something that was well on itâs 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. âcome on, baby, i wouldnât be able to do that even if i tried.â and she wouldnât try, sandra liked the closeness, at the edge of something. akin to the humidity that rises before a storm.Â
dadsbrakâ / frank
â â is that how you say hello where you come from ? â
â ONLY TO YOU. â Frank mumbled as he tucked his head into Sandraâs 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, heâs sure. Something LOVEY DOVEY, which was on brand for Frank.Â
â How was class? â
â ANSWERED // @floswroteâââ // unprompted
â class was class. â words leaving her in a sigh, her cheek gently resting next to his head. hands on his shoulder, letting him guide her. IT PROBABLY WASNâT RIGHT sneaking in after class , falling into his arms so easily, sandra giggles softly then, â-whatâs all this? we celebrating something? or youâre just happy to see me? â