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    drabble/blurb me!

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours 

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“How I’d ask you out?” Ricky couldn’t quite help the laugh that bubbled up from his chest at the other boy’s question. Alright, so maybe this wasn’t a discussion he thought they’d ever be having, but he also couldn’t deny how easy it seemed to come up with an answer to that question.

They had all been spending the night at EJ’s house, and most of their friends were already passed out. Only EJ and him had remained, sitting by the pool in that enormous backyard, legs dangling in the water. There hadn’t really been a ton of alcohol involved, but Gina had brought some pink drink along she had thought would be fun to try, and it had made them all a little dizzy. Big Red had straight up passed out on the living room floor, while all the others had eventually made it to the bed. 

Ricky hadn’t felt like sleeping though, so here he was, attempting to somehow figure out how this conversation had started. “I mean...asking you out would mean I liked you for a while...so I would have probably written a song for you,” he dabbles, a small smile finding its way onto his face as he leaned in, bumping his shoulder against EJ’s.

“And I’d play it for you. But only if I’m sure I won’t embarrass myself. Then...unless you like...ran away screaming, I’d probably just...take your hand,” he added, resting his hand on top of the other boy’s where it sat between them on the edge of the pool, “And just...lean in a little bit...” He followed up the words with the action, and alright, maybe he was still a tiny bit dizzy from whatever Gina had brought along earlier tonight, because EJ and him feuding and hating each other seemed like a distant memory, something that had happened years ago. 

[theninisalazarroberts]

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leave a “amuse me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up. @theninisalazarroberts

“c’mon neens, what’s wrong? haven’t seen you this pissed since i stole your phone.”

ej stared directly at his friend, brows furrowing as he attempted to meet her eyes. it didn’t seem like she was going to budge, which just strengthened his resolve to have her smiling again. ej attempted everything to cheer her up from poking her forehead whispering soft ‘boops’, to giving his signature cross eyed idiot looks, and even embarrassed himself in front of the entire cafeteria trying to balance random pieces of fruit on his head. it didn’t seem like anything was working, and maybe nini didn’t look so much mad, but more sad. ej sighed, sitting across her in deep thought. he had a frown painted on his face, until an idea popped in his brain, and a grin (which looked almost deranged) began to reveal itself.

ej moved next to her, placing his phone square in front of her. “so… remember when i told you I wrote you a song?” he pressed play, revealing a pop beat instrumental as he clears his throat. “before you go and make that face you make when you’re mad at me….”

Nini was miserable. She had given up going to YAC (sorta - her moms had said no) and had signed up for weekly classes at the University of Utah theater program’s weekend program for high schoolers. She had thought it was going to be a great experience. Except that the instructor had completely torn her apart. In fairness, he’d done that to everyone (”you can’t grow if you dont till the soil” he’d said), but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Didn’t mean it didn’t wreck her confidence, which she’s already had to rebuild repeatedly. 

So sue her for wanting to wallow and be upset for a little, but apparently, that was unacceptable, according to Mr. EJ Caswell. She was annoyed at him (and secretly touched by his efforts to cheer her up) and ignoring him. Or she was trying to. Until he pulled out his phone and started singing and less than one line into the song, Nini had forgotten all about Dr. Dresden and the horrible things he said. Instead, her head is now filled with this boy band-esque song and EJ trying to sing in a range that isn’t his best. “EJ,” she stared at him in horror, mind whirring with question after question. “What is this song?!” 

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🖤

meme of the week !

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

Touch.

It’s that simple. for Ricky love and appreciation always went along with touching. A hug, a hand on his shoulder, or someone playing with his hair. It was why being away from Nini also pained him physically, because he was just missing the way they used to touch and just hold each other. 

So that’s what he wants to do with EJ, too. Just hold his hand, run a hand through his hair, burying his face in the other’s neck. And I mean he totally wants to kiss him too, but that’s just the added bonus. 

He wants to touch him, feel his heart beat in his chest, make EJ feel just how hard his own heart beats when he’s around. Touch means safety to Ricky, and he wants that for EJ, too.

[theninisalazarroberts]

🐇

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

Nini’s always loved stuffed animals. Hers was the room that was mostly stuffed animals growing up and she couldn’t go anywhere without at least one in-hand from ages 2-4 1/2. She’s slowly gotten rid of them over the years but she keeps a few on her bed. One in particular - a monkey named Fuzz - is the one she reaches for when she’s sad. It was the last present her granddad gave her before he died so it’s very sentimental for her.

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value me >:D

DRABBLE/BLURB ME!

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

summer was drawing to an end signaling a lot of new changes on the up-rise for the small theater gang - not that a lot of changes hadn’t already occurred between them all already. throughout the second-half of the year, a wide portion of the group came to terms with their sexuality, and many relationships formed in the midst of all the chaos. along with romantic relationships, came the up-rise of platonic relationships, as everyone in the group could call the others their best friends.

the biggest change of all - that they all knew, no one was more upset than ricky about - was the change they all kept trying to push away. ej wouldn’t be attending school with them in the upcoming year. it wasn’t a secret, they all attended his high-school graduation after all, it was just a harsh reality they tried not to think about. they all promised to stay in touch, but it would be odd to not have ej around next year for theater, or to be forced to attend his water polo matches.

knowing ej wouldn’t be around for the next year, saddened carlos more than he would let on. through the unexpected, ej had become like a brother to them; and imagining loosing a brother was a heart-wrenching pain. 

finding them-self perched against a bridge in their central park, with the newly--aged-adult by their side, carlos could only smile sadly down at the water than ran beneath them. the group had decided to all have a picnic at the park, not knowing when they’d be able to do another. carlos wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up alone with ej, but as half the group played uno, and the other half was chasing each-other around; he wasn’t surprised. 

he greatly enjoyed the company of ej anyway, it was always a sense of safety, he didn’t feel with many people. just like - carlos knew if something would happen, on the off-chance ej would be there for them.

“you know - at the beginning of this all, i liked you.”

carlos laughed after he finished speaking, continuing to stare forward at the river instead of making eye contact with the other boy. he doesn’t think he could hold eye contact with him right now - or anytime soon. “nothing serious, like i feel with seb! just one of those .. notice me crushes?”

as they spoke, carlos felt their nose scrunch up in disgust, another laugh finding its way out of them as they stole a side-look at the other boy next to them. “i remember telling miss jenn that when you auditioned for troy - it all died quickly, and i started really disliking you for a bit. you and all your heterosexual drama kept interfering with my show!” 

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( continued from here ) @caswcll​

“film, television and the theatre has had the most epic confessions of love. it is a tell tale of an amazing actor if you can nail a stellar romantic admission.” miss jenn was practically beaming. “your assignment today is to improv a fake confession of love to another person. more specifically, someone you pull from that hat.”

“this is so dumb!” ej called out to miss jenn, crossing his arms as an added sign of disapproval. he wasn’t the only one, the class murmuring about the exercise she had just assigned. he was suspicious about this lesson to begin with, as it began with a video montage of famous confessions of love from the fault in our stars, friends, wicked, casablanca, beauty and the beast, hell – even star wars was included. it was evident where the lesson was headed, and though ej had no problem assuming a character, he was more upset that they had to choose names from a hat. it was as if the fates had it out for him, because of course he pulled the slip reading ‘ricky bowen’, probably the one person he really did not want to do this exercise with.

now, ricky and him were… friends. from taking him out for ice cream, ricky attending his water polo games, to texting each other everyday — they were basically the very definition of the word. there was just one problem. ej’s stomach did funny things whenever he was around the curly-haired boy. he still didn’t necessarily understand why. he was over their feud, nor was he ever annoyed at the other… could it be jealousy? there was no way. nini was a friend, but no longer someone he liked in that way. not being able to understand his feelings frustrated ej to no end, because he genuinely enjoyed spending time with the other.

they were the final pair and after what seemed like a lifetime, it was finally their turn. with a heavy sigh, ej made his way to center stage, glancing quickly at ricky opposite him. “honestly, let’s just get this over with.” he looked down at the slip in his hand, and couldn’t help but smile reading the name again. he took another deep breath as he looked up, locking onto ricky’s eyes before taking a step toward him.

“y’know there’s just something about you that makes my heart do flips in my chest. maybe it’s the way you smile at me when you’re happy, or maybe the way you seem to genuinely care about my games, even though i know you have no idea what’s going on. maybe it’s your voice when you’re singing and humming randomly in my car, or maybe it’s in your laugh when you’re actually laughing at my cheesy jokes.” ej paused, a smile tugging on his lips ever so slightly before falling. “or maybe it’s that i hate to see you sad, and even though you never tell me, i can feel it. maybe it’s the way i want to protect you from the world, and shield you from ever feeling hopeless again. maybe i don’t want you to ever feel alone, and maybe i want to be the one to make sure that that feeling lasts forever.” ej took another step towards ricky, closing the gap between them, as he placed one hand on ricky’s neck, gazing fondly at the other. “maybe i love you. wait – actually, that’s probably the only thing i know, ricky. i love you.”

the moment held on, maybe much too long for a drama assignment, but it wasn’t even a couple seconds till their fellow drama club members were atop their feet praising ej for his scene. even miss jenn had a look of shock. ej’s hand dropped to his side, a sheepish smile now painting his face, tints of pink coming through his cheeks. “hey, sorry.” he whispered to the other, before walking back to his seat.

maybe ej sort of understood his feelings now. and maybe he wasn’t acting at all.

The thing was: Ricky had been through a lot of weird theatre exercises during the past couple of months. He wasn’t even sure what half of them were for, but this one? Well it made sense in its own kind of way. Not that he understood why they had to come up with their own love confessions. Wouldn’t it have made more sense to play out scenes from movies? Like Titanic, or something? Or maybe Miss Jenn wanted them to be authentic, but how could they be authentic if they weren’t really in love?

Honestly, this whole thing was giving him a bit of a headache, and it wasn’t helping that EJ had somehow managed to pull him from that godforsaken hat. Surely, they had gotten along pretty well over the last couple of days, and Ricky had to admit that he enjoyed seeing EJ’s games and going for ice cream afterwards, but still. 

“Right.” He managed, positioning himself opposite the other boy. He had no idea what EJ was going to come up with, but Ricky was sort of glad that it wasn’t him who had to do the talking. Ricky wasn’t exactly good at talking about his own feelings, and without having a script he wouldn’t even call himself a particularly good actor.

So he left that to EJ, who started talking. For a moment all Ricky focused on were the words coming from the other boy’s lips. EJ was a great actor, but there was just something about the way he spoke that made Ricky’s heart beat against his ribcage harder than it was supposed to. Those were all things they had actually done, and he knew what EJ was saying wasn’t real, but it was getting harder and harder to remind himself of that. 

It was all an act, but then why were those things he wanted to hear? It made his head spin to the point that EJ’s hand on his neck was almost too much. He took in a shaky breath, and was only pulled from his trance when everyone started clapping their hands in appreciation.

“Uh...yeah...no. It’s cool.” he eventually managed as they went back to their seats. Miss Jenn was talking, but Ricky wasn’t really listening. “That was...great. I mean...yeah.” At some point class hand ended, and he had managed to grab his things. Turning to look at EJ the eventually managed a coherent sentence. “Okay, but I do know what goes on at your games. I did some reading,” 

Because that was the only thing he could say without embarrassing himself.

[theninisalazarroberts]

zip me (dress ej up for prom)

Nini had a policy: If a friend asked for help, she helped them however she could. Generally, it was a good policy. She liked being helpful and helping people. Sometimes, it backfired or made her feel like a doormat when people took advantage of it or was just generally exhausting. But the pros outweighed the cons, so she stuck to her policy.

Nini couldn’t decide which category this fell into. She was at the mall, shopping with EJ. He had asked for her help picking out his suit and tie for prom and while she had thought it was strange when he asked, she agreed. She had seen pictures of EJ from homecoming and last year’s prom - she knew he owned at least one suit and could clean up nicely so why he needed her help was a mystery. But he had asked and she had a policy and he was her friend. 

“Okay,” she clapped her hands together as they walked down the hallway of the mall. “Do you have an idea of what you want? Or know what colors your date is wearing? Because I – Do you have a date?” Nini suddenly realized she didn’t know the answer to that question. Maybe he was going with the drama club group like she was. She figured she would have noticed if EJ had done a promposal or something. Or at least heard through the drama club’s gossip grapevine if he’d asked someone. Or been asked, because that could have happened, too.

They turned into a store and wandered to the suit section.

“If you don’t know, playing it safe with a black tux is a good idea. Then you can have more fun with the tie color.” She said, thinking out loud, looking at all the options. “Then there’s the question of bowtie or necktie…” She looked at him expectantly.

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