as of lately , it had begun to feel like the time he’d spent with the people closest to him was dwindling . maybe that was all in his head — working two jobs and trying to balance a social life was never easy . especially not with the added stressors of unease . truth be told , nothing felt exactly as in place as it had since the night he’d dreamed of that house .
needless to say , a community bonfire might’ve been exactly what he didn’t know he needed . a night to spread across the people he cherished without it being too obvious that he felt a little bit disconnected over the past weeks . ❝ hey you , ❞ richie spoke over the voices that fought to drown his out . ❝ i got us some presents . ❞ mischief lingered in his tone , reflecting on his expression as he pulled his hands from behind his back , displaying a few ( probably harmless , they were being sold , after all ) fireworks .
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the night was still young and yet , the entire town seemed to be hosted on the beach . social was something richie had always been , but even so — there was always a limit . as the sun began to set and the melody of voices , waves , and a crackling fire was mixed in with loud screeches of firecrackers ... he began to feel tired .
the timing of some moments almost seemed planned , as they aimlessly wandered to the edge of the crowd . richie would never admit he needed a break , much less that he didn’t want to be alone during one . ❝ c’mon , dude , let’s ditch for a bit . i’m kinda pissed they didn’t ask me to preform my stand up anyway . ❞ after a sip of his drink , he offered , ❝ wanna go skip rocks ? ❞
frustrating . that was the only way to describe the week laid ( not so far ) behind him now . for days , richie had been trying to get that nightmare out of his mind ... but it was unlike any other . for somebody who , as a child , grew up watching horror films despite not being allowed to — things that went bump in the night were not new guests to his dreams . maybe that was what was so perplexing to him ... there was nothing he was supposed to be afraid of in this one . just a room . just a feeling . the boiling point , however , had been sometime this morning .
now , he was finally ready to hand his problems off to somebody else . of course , the first person who always came to mind , was the first person he’d ever known to trust . the tires of the truck they’d spent countless summers leading up to his drivers test building skidded to a halt in the driveway of his family home , and he didn’t even bother to shut the drivers door when he jumped out with one look to the thing that gave him another sinking gut feeling in his passenger side .
worn sneakers hit hard against the steps of the porch , until richie was twisting the door knob and leaning into the frame . ❝ dad ? ❞ his voice would quiver slightly as it echoed through the hallways , just as it would have years ago when he’d awoken from different nightmares . ❝ can you come here ? i - i need some help ! ❞ and then , he was taking the porch stairs two at a time again , to stand in front of the open truck door with his arms crossed — biting his nail with an intense concern as a small , fluffy dog stared happily back at him from , now , the drivers seat .
percy was just stepping out of the shower when he his phone erupted into the very loud, and very familiar chorus of i want it that way. smiling, he quickly knotted his towel around his waist as he reached for his phone. richie always had a knack for sending a text at the right time. it had been a long day, between classes and the several hours spent working on an english essay, and he could use some quality time with his boyfriend. he texted richie to say he’d be down in five, and practically flew out of the bathroom, completely disregarding the rest of his nightly routine. he slowed down just long enough to pull on an old ac/dc t-shirts and a pair of plaid pajama pants before he was out the door of his bedroom and down the stairs.
his hand on the door, percy paused briefly to collect himself, deciding he didn’t want to seem too eager, let alone out of breath. once he was certain he didn’t seem too feral, he opened the door and carefully shut it behind him as he sat down next to richie. “hey you,” he greeted the other with a gently kiss on the check, before settling for resting his head on the other’s shoulder. “what’d you bring me?” he asked, reaching for the cup, though he was fairly sure he knew what was inside.
as the porch became washed in warm light and the familiar scent of a home he’d spent a lot of time in hit him , a sense of calm settled in . it was odd , how he hadn’t realized how on-edge he’d become through a nightmare until that moment . with a kiss to his cheek , the ease was cemented in , and he relaxed a little against the porch steps .
❝ hey , ❞ his greeting came quiet as he handed off the cup , as though not to bother anyone who might’ve been inside . ❝ your favourite ... what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn’t deliver a caffeine rush in the middle of the night ? ❞ he hoped , at least , it’d be beneficial toward some class work and not just uselessly keep him up .
when an arm was let to snake around percy , his hand stopped to mess through damp locks . ❝ you’re gonna catch a cold . ❞ he mumbled shortly before his head lulled to percys shoulder . ❝ and i’m tired . ❞
eddie sat crossed legged on richie’s bed, — his study work sprawled around him in neat little piles. the red ones are the ones I need to finish as soon as possible, the blue ones are the already finished ones and the yellow ones are the ones that can be finished within the next few weeks. to which richie most certainly l a u g h e d. they were polar opposites — two asteroids drifting far apart in one space. yet they CLICKED in a way that he couldn’t even explain himself. “rich..” he sighed, not even gracing him with a look in his direction as he tapped the back of his pencil against his jaw. “I literally fuckin’ BEG of you, be quiet or I’m gonna explode.” there was no real harm behind his words — not the typical edward kaspbrak fume. “you literally did nothing the past twenty minutes other than throwing empty candy wrappings at my head and I’m THIS close to popping a nerve.” it was only then that eddie looked up.
the days that held next to nothing to do were both his most and least favourites . most , because he got to spend a little more time with the people that didn’t seem to get enough of it lately ... and least because it was so easy for him to fall bored . ❝ that’s not true . ❞ his previous topic paused mid ramble , moving easily to the next as though it’d never even begun . with a nod toward the paused game screen on his television , he claimed , ❝ i beat my high score and you didn’t even say anything about it . ❞
it appeared to take a lot of effort , when he shifted himself from laying on his back and staring at his ceiling littered by glow in the dark stars to prop himself up on his side and look to eddie instead . richie studied him with smug curiosity , chewing on the same candy that’d tinted the insides of his lips blue nearly half an hour ago , and then flicked another wrapper he’d been balling in between his fingers at his friend . ❝ c’mon , eds . this is my only day off for , like , another week ... i don’t wanna spend it watching that weird vein on your forehead fight for life — even if this is the day it finally explodes . ❞ richie raised his eyebrow , maybe that was his way of saying he was worried about eddie pushing himself too hard again ( because , it was never him to just say that normally ) . as if he’d ever stop overworking himself . ❝ let’s do something fun . ❞
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“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Alexander groaned as he felt his feet crunch with the glass and all of the abandoned building. He didn’t know why he was talked into coming out here, because he was a cop and something felt illegal but he was also off duty and something intrigued him about the story. “So, it’s haunted, huh?” He mused, looking around. “I’m not convinced.”
the decrepit boards that formed ( what was once defined as ) a house had been on his mind since the haunting nightmare plagued his peace . sure , it was probably in his best interest to stay away ... but something kept calling him there . a need to figure out if the room from his sleep was hidden away here , as unreal as that sounded .
the voice of the companion he’d drug along with him ( because , he wasn’t about to go by himself ) almost made him flinch , though richie would never admit that . instead , he spun around and obnoxiously shone his flashlight at alex . ❝ yup , ❞ his sarcasm fed through with a pop of the ‘ p . ’ ❝ what , you don’t believe in boogeymen ? how are you supposed to arrest one , then ? y’know , when we find it . ❞
for some reason, aziraphale ( or by the name he now went by under the loss of memories, hale ) felt at home in this quaint little book shop. the smell of dusty books; time worn pages– it brought a familiar warmth through him. it was indeed a welcomed feeling after the nightmares that kept him awake at night.. and the fact that he was finding strange white feathers around his bed. it was baffling and troubling. was an owl coming into his room at night? he didn’t hear anything. one would think he’d hear the constant hooting of a feathered companion.
hale was taken from his thoughts when he heard the chime of a bell. hm? oh. it was the bell to the shop. he instantly perked up. oh how he could ramble on and on for hours on the various books in the shop. and he has many times.. to unfortunate people. “welcome welcome to molly’s! do you need help in finding anything? do you need a recommendation? oh! i just read the most fascinating book last night if you want to hear about it! daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise! how much i wanted to be swept away by that prince!” he rambled. poor unfortunate soul.
ever since he could remember , kol had been drawn to the unnatural — perhaps that was a prologue to the unusual life he was meant to lead . while some may ignore the signs of oddities , he’d always been drawn to learn more . to find answers , solutions ... and figure out how to make them powerful to himself . this , of course , was the approach he had to finding a rosary placed neatly next to the dish he’d kept his keys in ... as if it’d always belonged to his accent table .
after nearly a week of trying to figure out why the intricately carved wooden beads felt so ... heavy , he still found himself just as perplexed as when it’d found its way to him . when the frustration struck was when the original sought to find answers in dusty , old pages ... thus , leading him here .
the shop was ... arguably charming , as well as the attentive owner summoned by the chime of the doors . ❝ sounds extraordinary , ❞ mikaelson spoke with a signature grin . ❝ i was actually on the hunt of tales of magic spells myself ... so , tell me , was this fiction ? ❞
kol is beautiful like a rose ; painted vibrantly & sheltered by thorns . a walking , talking pretentious piece of art , and anna loathed him with every fiber of her being , almost as much as she detested herself for how WEAK he made her . ❛ hiding oftentimes mean that they don’t want to be found , kol . ❜ his name on her tongue tastes of poison . ❛ besides , you’re despicable & i hate you . ❜ dark hues shoot daggers instinctively , body stiffening in his presence as they always do . god , what a way to RUIN a perfectly swell morning .
their dynamic was never easily understood , not even by him . for most of the time , it was an enjoyable game with a brilliant reward . annabelle was something special , something he’d never admit to being hooked on ... but that was only most of the time . in others , she dug so far underneath his skin he could swear he was going to go mad . ❝ is that so ? i haven’t even done anything . ❞ but how he loved getting on her nerves in return .
they always leaded to , much like many things in his life , destruction . they were like playing with fire , breathtaking for only a moment until it spiraled out of control . ❝ i’ve been looking for you , ❞ he told her , because it was easier to say than i’ve missed you . ❝ you haven’t come ‘round the bar in a while . ❞
the nightmare she had was something beyond VIVID and she might not have a word for it, but it had absolutely terrified her. she hadn’t really ever been one to share dreams. she thought analyzing them was – honestly, HELLA LAME and she wasn’t about to be anything of the sort. she probably had watched one too many horror films with eurydice and her brain spiraled. it didn’t mean anything. it couldn’t, right ?
“i don’t know, we’ve been busy. maybe we’ve lost touch.” a deep breath was exhaled from chloe’s lips before she finally spoke once more. “god. we’re getting old. we’re not going to become BORING, are we ?” that would mean too much. settling down, finding a dead-end career and having kids….no thank you. “okay. i like this. what about those places by the cemetery? i hear they’re haunted. we could go tonight.”
a noise slips out that can only be linked to denial , ❝ speak for yourself , ❞ richie quickly countered . boring was the last word he’d ever want to be stuck to him — he’d start his own band and throw his own secret show before letting that happen . ❝ i , for one , am never going to get old . i decided to stop aging at , like , twenty five . then i’ll just be immortal . ❞ although his expressions still reacted to his words , his eyes had given into their tiresome plea and fallen closed sometime during his tangent — maybe he was getting older .
in a refusal of admitting that , richie pushed himself off the bench and stretched , giving her the same grin he’d always had . maybe breaking into abandoned houses weren’t going to do anything good for his nightmare about ... well , an abandoned house . still , it beat actually falling asleep to face that one . ❝ it’s a date . ❞ he claimed alongside a sarcastic wink and scoff . once his hands fell back down , he extended them out to help her up . ❝ you wanna go smoke first ? ❞
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❝ i’ve told you a billion times , ❞ richie groaned . it wasn’t unlike them to get sidetracked during a walk , especially not when richie was looking for excuses to stay out longer . detours were so prone to finding them ( him ) , they might as well have been added to their everyday routine . ❝ you’re not going to catch anything from anything in there . do you know how often they clean the machines ? probably not a lot . ❞
his attempted joke fell as flat as it usually did , his freehand motioning in the general direction of the arcade that’d won most of his childhood allowance ( and teenage paychecks ) . now richie grinned , a straw from a slushee in between his teeth . ❝ c’mon , eds , ❞ he further pleaded in the washed neon lights of the parking lot . ❝ i’ll even let you win a game . ❞
by the time his shift at the cafe came to an end , richie was left with a feeling of not knowing what to do . the nightmare , by now , had taken a home in his subconscious thoughts . he couldn’t help but think about it when he was left on his own , and yet he was still nowhere near ready to talk about it . this resulted with a want to spend as little time alone as possible , which , wasn’t all that different from usual .
the answer was simple enough that he began to make the familiar drinks before even thinking about it . his own order , and the second one he’d ever memorized . a not too far drive in his truck later , richie found himself at his boyfriends door . with a text letting him know that he was outside , he sat himself down on the steps and placed percys drink beside him while he sipped his own .
the early morning sun had just begun to paint the sky a two-toned shade of grey and pink, creeping over the horizon and throwing itself into gorgeous contrast against the cedar and maple trees that lined the sidewalks of aurora. the air still held a crispness, a phantom imprint of the breakfasts that had been made, the children who had just gone off to school for the day, the dogs that had gone for their morning walks. the world was soft around the edges.
two pairs of running shoes thumped down the sidewalk almost perfectly in-sync, and one of those joggers sported a high blonde ponytail, still nearly-perfect despite having run for over a mile with the other now.
adora was cut out for that sort of thing. she felt like she could run for five more miles if given the chance; she just loved exercising. the adrenaline kept her grounded, kept her vision sharp and her senses on overdrive. it made her feel real and alive.
but she also knew she needed to eat, and her friend did too.
“ half a mile more - you’re doing amazing ! ” she encouraged excitedly, practically jumping with energy and pep. they were going to take one more corner and one long stretch back to the diner their cars were parked at, and that would be it. two miles total for the morning - a good start, in her opinion. “ and then breakfast, i promise ! whatever you want, my treat. ” she barely sounded out of breath. they did agree to come with her this early, after all, and that was more than everyone who she asked before them could say.
in admitted defeat , it was safe to say that early mornings weren’t his style . maybe they had been once long , long ago ... but definitely not today . kol didn’t even remember how he agreed to this , though he was certainly under the impression alcohol was heavily involved when he’d done it . his lungs weren’t short of breath , his muscles didn’t ache and sweat didn’t dare coat his skin ... and still , he was annoyed when he finally skidded to a stop near the car .
❝ and now , ❞ his arms drew above his head to stretch out the run . ❝ i can confidently say that i am not a morning person , and you will never convince me to do that again regardless of how many shots are involved . ❞
“I’m not saying Elon Musk blocked me on twitter because I called him an out of touch loser in one of my videos but…” April was, of course, on her phone. Was it really a conversation with April if she wasn’t tweeting at the same time? “That is exactly what I’m saying, actually.” She slid her phone into her pocket, a rare occurrence, “And yes I did put that on my resume. It’s an achievement.” A pause just for a moment before she pulled her phone out again and said, “Do you think I can get Jeff Bezos to block me too?”
it never took much to earn an eye roll from him , especially not when he was as tired as he’d seemed to be lately . regardless , each minimal expression of annoyance came offered alongside a smirk , as well . ❝ or … maybe he blocked you because you never stop tweeting . ❞ might have been a friendlier way to say ❛ never shut up ❜ , as if he were one to talk on either front . ❝ no . absolutely not … unless you let me help , then i give it 24 hours . ❞
˚╰ ❃ ╮ did you know TRASH MOUTH'S real name is RICHIE TOZIER ?! around the island they seem to be quite energetic , but also sarcastic , but it makes sense given they are a RADIO HOST / BARISTA and come from STEPHEN KING’S IT . you can hear MY OWN WORST ENEMY by LIT blasting from their house , but be careful ! they can be agitated as nightmares bring back memories of WINNING THE SECOND FIGHT . even so , it’s impossible to see tacky t-shirts covered by hawaiian button ups , the vintage street fighter ii machine in the video rental store , mismatched socks underneath converse covered in sharpie graffiti , the sole giggle at a comedy show and a fear of the dark and not think about them .
HOW WAS YOUR CHARACTER'S LIFE SO FAR ?
richie tozier kenobi grew up with only his father , ben . his mother passed away in childbirth , and although he never grew to know her , he feels as though he had with the stories his father told him over the years . school , as in his canon life , was both difficult and easy . academically , richie practically flew by in all of his classes ... though he often found himself on his teachers bad sides anyways for mouthing off in class and being unable to sit still . around age ten , his father introduced him to someone new — wanda maximoff . he accepted her quickly , confident in following bens example of letting her into their lives . not long later , he had a mother and a baby sister . though they didn’t stay together , richie still considers wanda his mom , while he still cherishes the memory ben keeps alive of his birth mother .
he’s currently at a good place in life , holding his family near . while unsure about what he wants to do in the future , he’s interested in finding the stepping stones to becoming a comedian .
WHAT WAS YOUR CHARACTER'S FIRST NIGHTMARE ABOUT ?
he was stuck in a room , surrounded by clown figurines and dolls . unaware of where he was , all he knew was the door behind him was certainly locked , and he’d wandered in there in search of a friend . all he found , besides the crowd of eyes following him , was a coffin . as he reluctantly opened it , there was a distorted doll that was clearly meant to resemble him inside . when he slammed the coffin shut , it immediately popped back open , and he awoke kicking and shouting ... the scar on his palm stung .
HOW ARE THEY FEELING WITH THEIR FIRST FEW MEMORIES ?
he’s trying not to think about it fdsgfsd
ANYTHING ELSE ?
probably pissed your muse off at least once by being a smart ass
richie works part time as a radio host , so if ur muse has a band or anything he probably promotes them to death
the other half of the time he’s making ur coffee
also sometimes deals for nancy botwin when he’s low on cash
lives in the sabler apartments with his best friend , chloe price
his first girlfriend was persephone , who he’s still on good terms with
he recently started dating percy jackson , they’re still in a puppy dog love shyness phase
* i’ll edit this to add more important information as it’s plotted !
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“i hella need something to get my mind OFF OF EVERYTHING,” she knew she wasn’t the only one with the shockingly vivid nightmares. the island was, apparently, smaller than she thought. chloe looked to her companion, eyes a little wider as though to indicate she was pleading. “there has to be a secret show or something going on tonight. c’mon, let’s find some trouble to get into.” she suggested.
the hardest thing about living with a roommate , he learned , was the inability to keep anything a secret . it wasn’t that there was much richie kept from chloe before they got the keys to their apartment , but just the fact that ... the dreams stuck on the back of his mind were something he wasn’t ready to share , not yet .
thankfully , they’d never been the type of people to bug each other to spill more than what was offered . maybe it was good , or maybe it wasn’t , but he appreciated it . appreciated her . ❝ a secret show we haven’t heard about ? i’d like to see that . ❞ richie scoffed . ❝ we should explore , find some old buildings to bust into or something . bet we’d find something sick . ❞
dysphoria looms over her head , a seemingly appropriate crown reserved only for annabelle to wear proudly so . OH , WOE IS ME ! it cries , as if her sorrow almost matters . truth is , nothing really does ; one of life’s many , many impractical jokes cursed upon humanity . shit happens & then you die . ❛ hey , uh … ❜ nimble fingers mindlessly flip through pages of a book she has recently been engrossed in ( SALEM’S LOT , page 121 ) , though her thoughts are neither here nor there . she barely lifts her head when she speaks . ❛ that seat’s kinda taken , sorry . ❜ translation : leave me the hell alone .
he wasn’t used to this , no . it was as simple and as complicated as that . nightmares , until recently , had been a thing of the past — just as unconsciousness had . both irritations resurfacing had left him unnerved , maybe that was why he’d decided today was a splendid day to add more fuel to an ongoing forest fire .
upon sliding into the chair , the original wore an all famous family grin to disguise any display of something underneath the surface pestering at him ... just as he always had . ❝ right you are , darling . taken by me . ❞ he spoke with ease . ❝ is this where you’ve been hiding ? it’s rather daft . ❞
