#freebrak

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it’s been maybe a few weeks now that freddie was staying at richie and ryan’s home. maggie and wentworth had to been begged for freddie to stay there but now they had agreed-- to some extent. so once he gets home from musical rehersal, he slams his backpack down against his wall and slams the door shut. Ryan’s trying to not be as exhausted as he feels, but he accepts the hug and kisses Freddie’s cheek back and nuzzles into him.

“ practice was interesting. i’m still not sure if like... i’d do another one of these things. the singing part i know i’m really good at, it just feels like i’m not really doing the acting well-- which like... i’m the lead. i kind of got to do that well,” he explains, moving into bed so they can lay down and he can actually just rest.

“ i bought my whole family and you tickets for opening night, by the way,” he explains quietly. there’s a few more weeks until the show, but it’s something. he knew maggie was excited and he was too, but it was still something he wasn’t sure entirely about. ryan had been working to the grind in order to make sure he would be prepared for the show, but what if he still messed up? or got stage fright?

freddie: shut the fuck up

richie: what

eddie: WHAT

to yours bending over seductively to pick something up for my muse

ryan doesn’t help it---- he can’t help it. they’re just hanging out and ryan sometimes acts like a cat begging for attention, so when he “ accidentally “ pushes his book off freddie’s bed and acts like he can’t reach it. he asks freddie to get it before automatically regretting the decision as he’s just staring at the kaspbrak’s butt with a smirk on his face.