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ACT I,     @missiingbyers ▎*   at first,  a curious hum escaped his lips at the call of his name,  and he turned to face the other male with a softly quirked brow.  though once his eyes had found the shirt,  however,  and the rest of the question had caught up to his ears,  his expression soon melted into something much more nervous and perturbed.  shit.   *    it’s—     uh.  it’s a club.

⠀  ✿  ݃  ⠀╱⠀ ⠀ ⠀ pls!!

/  here & @margeguitars pls!!

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on @zombiecali pls

@paladisaster 
            
            // on -traumamagnet please !!!

@paladisaster 
            
            //OH BET

〔 ♡ @paladisaster  〕;;    gulping and trying to rid of redness on his cheeks  ,  will merely shook his head now feeling slight fear of mike knowing the truth prickling at his heart  .  ❛  no no  !  I promise heh  ..  it's just hot in here  .  ❜  ,  it was february and still freezing  .  will looked up at the ravenette with the most innocent appearance he could muster up as dustin and lucas kept poking and prodding at him trying to figure out who this mystery person is  .  there was obviously someone  .  someone who managed to make will so flustered that he stuttered with every word he spoke  .

@missiingbyers ▎*   mike shifts uncomfortably at the sight of will’s reddened features,  something ugly rooting itself down in the pit of his stomach,  spreading through his body like some sort of virus.  it gives him the overwhelming urge to crush something,  or punch someone in the face.  or,  on the other hand,  empty the entire contents of his stomach into the bin just behind his back.  will DOES have someone in mind,  that much is clear.  mike hates how physically ill that seems to make him.  how full of rage he begins to feel at the thought.  it’s UNFAIR,  and—     and WRONG.  and—   god,  el’s hands around his forearm feel like they’re burning his pale skin.  with an apologetic smile,  and complimentary lump in his throat,  he gently pushes them off.    *    are you—    sure about that?  your face says otherwise. 

〔 ♡ @paladisaster  〕;;     at first will went a bit pale as he had not a clue about what to respond to that with merely stuttered before the image of having mike as his beloved valentine appeared into his subconscious and a soft blush scattered across his face  .  how nice it would be to hold hands with mike  ,  have flowers given to him by him  ,  go out on a cute little date with him  ,  spend a day just surrounded by him and have him all to himself for once  .  although the thought was sweet and made him almost want to daydream it forever he had to accept harsh reality which was that mike wheeler was a straight boy and could never like him  .  ❛  o– oh uhm  ..  well I don't think so  ..  ❜  he murmured in a small tone  ,  feeling heat rise to his cheeks from embarrassment that could easily be mistaken for him thinking of who he would like as his valentine in a romantic sense  .

@WBYRSS ▎* the words didn’t go unheard, even if they felt as though they came from miles away, or as though he was submerged beneath water. he tried again. it drew in air, this time, despite the accompaniment of the sharp stabs, and he began to become vaguely aware of the pressure being pushed against his chest. it kind of hurt, in truth. (he thinks he might have broken a rib, or something.) another inhale. they were short, and unsteady, and very clearly difficult and pained, but—     still breaths. they were still breaths. better than nothing. the black seemed to fade, a little, and it was as though cracks of light had pooled in, like the gap between a door and the flooring. but it disappeared a moment later, only to then reappear, his hazy mind only just beginning to understand that it was caused by his eyes trying to drag themselves open—    if only a fraction—    and blinking slowly. * 

* seeing the other at least try to breathe in, that had given the male hope and he found his own hand slipping into the other's, holding it tightly, afraid to let go. *  that's it..  breathe, mike. BREATHE.  * nancy continued to pound on her little brother's chest, breathe through his mouth, then go back to hitting at him. doing anything just to get mike to be okay was the goal and will hadn't let go. he couldn't..  the whole world seemed to be screaming at him. maybe this was his fault. everything was his fault. if he-   if he hadn't gone missing then none of this would've happened.     he felt like throwing up. * 

@WBYRSS ▎* mike felt..    odd. his surroundings were empty, a sort of all—consuming blackness, and his body was entirely numb, despite the fact he could have sworn he was engulfed by pain a moment before. maybe this was death, or something poetic like that. maybe he was just having a nightmare. but he could hear a faint voice, even within this strange nothingness, and it sounded pleading. he thought it might have said his name, too. and—    oh. oh, that’s will voice. that’s will. he tried to suck in a breath, though it turned out to be a little futile, actually, as it chipped away at the numbness, allowing in a sharp stab of hot pain through the crack. so he tried peeling his eyes open, instead, but even that proved unlawfully difficult, as if they suddenly weighed more than his entire body. * 

/     <3

@WBYRSS ▎* god, he—    he hated this. he hated having to watch will suffer, over and over. even before the upside down had come into their lives, there had been lonnie, and the relentless bullying. mike just..    wanted to take it away. he wanted to say that everything was going to be fine, and know that it would be for sure. his grip tightened. *    i’m sorry you have to deal with this. with everything. i wish—     i wish i could take it away, somehow. 

/  don't you dare apologize. it's quite okay <3
            
            * his hands on will's back. oh god, his hands. they feel so safe. they remind him of home and summers when they were 12. he wished desperately to go back. and to those words.. those soft, soft words- it made his heart melt just like they always did to that stupid "will voice" mike had come up with before The Divorce. *  mike..  

@intellectualism- ▎pff..     i totally have. totally.

@-traumamagnet ▎‘course i like it. i pretty much like EVERYTHING you give me. * he shrugged out a small laugh, gaze dropping to asses the gift, gently squeezing it with a hum. *    it’s so soft. 

@paladisaster 
            
            I don ‘ t expect anything , just thought you might like it { Will shrugged , happy that he had liked it }

@-traumamagnet ▎ * pleasantly surprised by the gift, a smile soon overtook his expression, pulling at the corners of his lips as he reached out to take the soft item. *    it’s—    adorable. i’ll name it after you. thanks, will    :)    i, uh, don’t have anything for you, though..