oldestwheels
/MIKEE/! quit coming into my room to steal my money!
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frizzednews
mike why would you- why would you do that ???
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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.
paladisaster
/ cb & drop please!! on a 25 hr long bus ride atm
ANTSKIN
⠀ ✿ ݃ ⠀╱⠀ ⠀ ⠀ pls!!
henderscns
/ here & @margeguitars pls!!
schatjes_
;; !
paladisaster
/ cb for ftm mike maybe
zombiecali
on @zombiecali pls
batbxtch
@paladisaster // on -traumamagnet please !!!
closestheaven
@paladisaster //OH BET
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@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.
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* constant
paladisaster
/ I MISSED YOU TOO!!!
paladisaster
@missiingbyers ▎* truthfully? mike has dreading ever moment of this since the beginning of the year. it’s going to be hell on earth, particularly when he has to attempt to be romantic but only blatantly lies to el’s face (which, of course, she doesn’t deserve.) he’d sigh out, maybe bash his head against the table, if he wasn’t supposed to be excitedly chatting with her about what they’re going to be doing ‘together’ in the upcoming week. (god, what he’d give to return to his years of blissful distaste, disgust and unawareness of this holiday.) the worst of it all, though— despite his contact tries to tell himself it most certainly isn’t bad at all— is going to be having to watch the hoards of girls that are going to be swarming his best friend, wooing him into being their valentine. he wants to throw up even just thinking about it. * um.. yeah. what dustin said. anyone in mind, will?
WBYRSS
it's okay that you've never liked me back in that way, it's okay. i just want my best friend .. back. i want you back. please, mike. please . . * will watched as nancy gave her brother cpr and the horror the male felt was beyond anything. he felt numb. oh god, mike had to be long gone. * wake up.. please wake up !!
/ close to death scenario but this one he ends up okay
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@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. *
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* 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. *
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@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. *