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Will could definitely pick up on the internal battle that Mike was having about all of this, something that made his facial expression soften a fraction. This wasn't something that was easy, maybe that was why it took Will so long to actually bring it up. When they were younger, he couldn't figure out just what it was that he was feeling. Chalking it up to feelings of friendship. But as the years passed and they got older, he discovered what it really was. Love. "I'm glad... I mean, if I'm being honest...I know how I've felt for a long time now. But I was always-" Will paused, keeping his gaze on their hands. If Mike focused long enough, he'd probably be able to feel Will's hand tremble. These words were the hardest to get out because once they were out there was no going back. "- too scared to tell you how I felt about you. I thought it might push you away. And I didn't want to lose you."

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ DID HE SERIOUSLY JUST SAY THAT out loud? did he seriously let those words slip, not only in perfect earshot of will but directly to him, and coming out in a way that even an alien may clock as a thinly-veiled love confession? he didn't really believe in god, but if there was anything or anyone that CONTROLLED the universe in the way that everyone around him seemed to make out, he hoped that whoever it was would just open the ground up underneath him to swallow him whole.

but, he thought about it. if that happened, would he be able to enjoy, and continue to enjoy, more of these moments like this? and what will was saying ... was it even true? why was he even asking this question? will had him figured out, had likely had him figured out for years but only now was deciding to CONFRONT him with it. he couldn't run away or escape if he tried. ❝ i-i mean ... you're not, of course you're not ... ❞ he mumbles, dark gaze shyly averting.

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No. That couldn't be her boy! Joyce refused to go through this again. She couldn't stand to be parted from her son. Her baby. She held him in her arms and just felt the sobs escape her. "No. Will! Please baby wake up..." She let out a shaky sigh. This couldn't be happening. Not Will. "Please just wake up." She begged and held onto him tightly. Her hand carded through his hair as she willed to try and hear a heartbeat, his breathing. Anything. She prayed that this was just some horrible nightmare. Something plaguing her. Her worst nightmare. "Please don't leave me baby."

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hiisheart asked:

don't mind mike, he's just gonna make himself comfortable holding will from behind, arms wrapped around his waist and his cheek resting between his shoulder blades.

Cue a smile from Will as he rests against him, hands coming up to gently rest on Mike's forearms. Again, butterflies manifest in his stomach in a way only the other can draw out. It feels like...home. Being close like this. Just enjoying the warmth and closeness. "Comfy?"

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[[my heart is gonna implode from the cuteness I s2g]]

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Will was judging his outfit I know it

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Now that made Will pause for a moment, like a deer caught in the headlights. Sure, he'd thought about it but he never actually thought that Mike would reciprocate the feelings that he'd been feeling for some time now. Though he was sure the other could feel it, he now tried to settle his suddenly shaky hands. Nerves zapped through him like an electrical wire, Will swallowing thickly at the honest response. "You have...? I always thought maybe I was the only one who felt like...this." He hadn't even realized his own breathing was mirroring Mike's, the two set off by such small but meaningful actions.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ IT TICKLED, BUT IN A NICE way, a way that didn't make him want to recoil with mirth. it was calming and it generated the feeling of sparks exploding under his skin, trying not to visibly tremble with joy. he could feel his breath leaving him in shaky huffs, heart THRUMMING behind his sternum.

he chuckled softly, trying not to scoff and to swallow the nerves rising in his throat. he's quick to shake his head in response to the question, shrugging lightly. ❝ ... no. i mean, well— i guess you're not the only one who's thought about that ... ? ❞

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His thumb continued the same gentle motions in a soothing pattern, heart still fluttering from the confines of his rib cage. Hearing Mike say that he liked it made a feeling of hopefulness rise in his chest, breath hitching. Only Mike had this kind of power over him, to have him so completely wrapped around his finger. But that was a little fact he'd keep to himself for now. "It is nice...It's always nice...being close to you." Will admitted, expression becoming almost sheepish. "Would it sound dumb if I said that I thought about it before?"

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ ... OH. IT WAS A PLEASANT SURPRISE, exactly the kind that mike was drawn to. seriously, how was it that will seemed to know exactly how to make him tick, exactly how to pull on his strings in ways that didn't hurt him but instead made him follow him around like a shadow — or try to whenever he could — and endlessly PINE over him from afar?

he could feel the goosebumps tickling his arms with that gentle yet very intentional swipe across his palm. he was tempted to tease the other about how red he was, but he was in NO POSITION to do that, knowing full well how flushed he must be as well.

❝ y-yeah ... yeah, it's totally comfortable. it's ... nice. ❞

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Mike was always so gentle with Will, but not in the way that he was fragile. Careful, caring. Ways that made him feel safe and maybe even loved. That was the word he wanted to use, but he didn't want to sound too assumptive. The two had never really spoken about their feelings. It was almost like a silent mutual agreement between them. To reassure Mike, Will gave his hands a gentle and affectionate squeeze. Soon followed by a gentle swipe across the palm with his thumb. "Y-Yeah...It's more than okay actually." Will mumbled, gaze shifting from their hands to finally meet Mike's. His heart fluttered again, and he could swear he was bright red by now. "Is this okay for you too...? You aren't uncomfortable or anything?"

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ THE SHIFT WAS EASY TO DETECT; mike had always been a bit hypersensitive to will's touch. hell, having will around seemed to heighten all his senses a bit. the colors were brighter, the scents sweeter, the sounds more beautiful ... he wondered what that was about. or perhaps he was getting a bit too IN HIS HEAD about the whole thing. thinking too much about it, like he often tended to do.

he let their hands rest in this position, his skin TINGLING at that warmth and constantly craving more even without moving his finger. as if it had a mind of its own, he found his hand inching closer and closer to will's, fingers wrapping over the other's gently until they were intertwined. ... yeah. yeah, this felt good. this felt ... RIGHT.

it was easy to get in his own head when everything was this wonderful, though, so he visibly flinches when he comes back into himself, surprised with how his hand refused to move. his grip wasn't vice-like; it was gentle but FIRM, like it didn't want to let go for anything. ❝ s-sorry— i-is this okay? ❞ mike almost stutters the question, desperately urging the lump in his throat to go away.

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You’re the Heart

Yea?

Yea.

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To Will, Mike's touch was just as powerful. But at the same time, it soothed him. When Mike touched him, no matter how big or small, it made the world stop spinning far too fast. It was like a breath of fresh air, something that Will never realized he needed until that exact moment when they made contact. His own cheeks flared with heat as Mike cleared his throat, Will having to resist the urge to worry his bottom lip. He didn't want to move away or let go yet. So slowly, he inched his digits forward until they were almost interlocked. But he left room for Mike to move. To either close the barrier or shy away. It was almost a test, seeing if the other would be comfortable with such a gesture. "Crazy together. And I wouldn't have it any other way...You've always had my back. I want to make sure I always do the same for you." He responded, words laced with warmth and adoration that would rival sunlight itself. "I probably wouldn't have made it out of the upside down when I did if you had given up on finding me. But you never did. You still haven't...Even when I can be a huge pain in the ass." The last part was more a fun poke at himself but it was honest. Will knew he could be a lot with all that had happened. But Mike never seemed to complain. Never seemed to judge or mind.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ MIKE HAD ALMOST MADE A GAME out of this whenever he touched will, tracing the first shapes that came to mind from mole to freckle and back again. his friend's skin was spattered with these marks, these divots that mike had been ACHING to touch, to feel for himself. was that creepy to think about? he had no idea.

and it wasn't like mike could indulge in this regularly, either; will being in california was one thing, for sure, but whenever they touched like this, exchanged these intimate physical gestures ... it was like sparks flew between the two of them, and it had scared mike away, unsure of what his feelings in the moment meant, even more concerned with being seen by others. he didn't want to subject will to even more of the maltreatment he'd received growing up; he'd had enough of that already.

it's not like he can help the somersaults in his chest when will returns the gesture, almost taken aback by the gentleness in it. will has always been gentle, but his touch, at least to mike, was ... powerful. it was a commanding presence that nobody could ignore, especially not mike. god, how he wanted them to just lace their damn fingers together already. but instead he clears his throat — hoping to god that he wasn't bright red — before responding as casually as he can. ❝ yeah. i think if we've learned anything in the past few years, we can do anything together. especially you and me. i mean ... crazy together, right? ❞

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[[It's fine. I'm not sobbing right now.]]

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❛  i'll always be here for you, no matter what. just please don't shut me out.  ❜

A faint smile ghosts across Will's features at Jonathan's statement. He knows he can always count on his big brother, no matter what they go through. But he also feels a certain amount of guilt about that. Guilt because Jonathan has had to deal with so much over the years. More than anything, Will just wants his brother to have a happy and healthy life. Not one riddled with worries, always looking over his shoulder. He wants Jonathan to have peace. "I'll always be here for you too. I just...don't want to hold you back from living your life, you know? You shouldn't have to take care of me forever. I'm sure you have a lot of your own things you wanna do." There's a gentle hesitance before the younger brother speaks again, gaze shifting to his hands. "I don't want you to look back one day and resent having to take care of me all the time. Or like you missed out."

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Blood blood blood blood

Who doesn't like a bit of blood!? Let's get those muses bleeding!

For the worried

"Don't worry about it, this happens sometimes."

"It's just a nosebleed."

"Some asshole punched me!"

"What? No, I'm fine, I ..."

"Oh, shit, I'm bleeding."

"Where did that come from?"

"Don't worry. Don't - don't worry..."

"I feel woozy."

"Oh, god, that's ... why am I bleeding..?"

"No, no! It's not my blood!"

"I uh. I tripped."

"It's just a bit of blood, christ, calm down."

"Ow. Um. Ow."

"I can't feel it. I should be able to .. feel it... right?"

"It's just a little cut, it's not... oh. I guess that's deeper than I thought."

For the bloodied

"Hey, you're bleeding."

"Are you okay? That's a lot of blood."

"Oh, god, are you hurt? Are you hurt?!"

"Oh no."

"You're not meant to look like that."

"What do you mean it isn't yours!?"

"I'll get you some tissues."

"Take a deep breath, okay, I'm going to help."

"Sit down, sit down."

"I'm calling an ambulance."

"You're hurt!"

"Stop trying to be brave for one minute."

"I'm getting some bandages."

"Did you punch them back?"

"You'll be okay."

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What Do You Most Need?

To be free; unrestrained, without judgement.

There have been shackles placed upon you; society, religion, family, duty, perhaps literal in some way. You have endured this, thrived despite it, you have not complained where circumstances were unchangeable, and have never faltered in your resolve. You have championed others choices, you have guided others through their own trials. You probably believe you are content, but you need to be released: like a butterfly trapped behind glass... you need true freedom.