#chewbacca toes

[chewbaccas-toes]

So what's the origin of chewbacca's toes 👀

I made this blog in 2014 and kept that name until December 2022

I changed it because I was going on Tumblr Live a lot in its first few weeks out, and I exclusively joined streams where there were barely any people

The Live interface for a streamer looks different than for viewers. It tells them something like "[username] joined the chat. Say hello!" So naturally, in low view count streams, the streamer almost always says "welcome, [user]!", often without even thinking about it

And I wanted a name that made people cringe as they read it. It worked.

[chewbaccas-toes]

RATING: NOT CUTE!

This picture is machine generated, which will almost always end up resulting in an array of genetic disorders in offspring; his bandolier already looks unhealthy.

You can't even see his feet.

[dulcento]

# CHEWBACCA ?!

๑ sum. ceo of the HPE ( hairy pussy eaters ) club: TOJI FUSHIGURO

content ∿ warnings◞ fem. reader, established relationship, explicit content, foul language, feminine pet names, cunnilingus, reader’s got a bush ( duh ), dirty talk, one pussy spank, mating press, whore used once

wc. 1k

lola’s ☆ note. …..this was supposed to be a drabble 🌚

“no.”

your denial falls on deaf ears, toji’s stout fingers latching onto your hips, dragging you closer to the edge of the couch. “babe!” your pitch heightens as you snap your hardcover book shut, swatting his hand with it. toji flinches, letting go of your hips like they were on fire. “the hell?” he shakes his hand dramatically as if trying to propel the pangs right from his bones.

“hmph, serves you right,” you huff, snootiness lacing your tone, tilting your chin high, determined to maintain some semblance of composure. toji exhales a long-suffering huff, resting his cheek against your outstretched inner thigh, indigo irises squinting up at you. “what’s goin’ on, doll?” he murmurs, his voice low, brimming with curiosity. he knows something’s up. you’re never one to turn down the holy trinity— slurps, suckles, and laps —from the man before you. unless, of course, aunt flo makes her rude appearance. but judging by the lack of deserted dove dark chocolate wrappers and your atypical pout, he’s certain your rejection is rooted entirely in something else.

“nothing’s ‘goin’ on’,” you mimic, deflecting with a biting tone. toji’s scarred lips curl into a smirk, his amusement thinly veiled. “yeah? then why am i still talking to you and not your pussy?” seduction drips from his tongue, his hands mapping out the curve of your waist, settling on the plush swell of your hips. You ignore the shiver whizzing up your spine, swallowing back his effect on you. instead, you spit, “keep trying me, and you won’t talk to my pussy again.” a low chuckle rumbles in his chest, deep and unshaken, as if your feeble attempt at a threat only further serves as entertainment for him.

“oh girl, you wouldn’t last a day without my tongue fucking this perfect pussy,” toji emphasized his assertion with a harsh flick to your clothed bundle of nerves, relishing in your startled gasp. cute. as your eyes begin to settle into a sharp glare, it diminishes as toji inflicts another flick to your steadily erecting pearl. “ah!” you cry, savoring the delicious pain his rough touch imposed on your covered sensitivity. toji’s smirk turns cheshire, gazing upon the desire coating your pupils, turning them glossy.

“now hush, and lemme eat,” toji, with the quickness of flash, rips your lacy thong at the seam, flinging the shredded fabric to the side, exposing your hairy cunt to his starving orbs. wait… hair? his raven brow raises, finger pads tenderly spreading your legs, which have snapped shut like a clam. toji’s blown stare zeros in on your bush, the hairs soaked in your tacky essence, curling slightly.

an inferno spreads across your cheeks as the silence stretches on. and right there, barren to the cool air circulating in the shared living room, is why you turned down toji’s unrelenting advances. any titillating verbiage withers on his tongue, the muscle feeling overgrown, overcoming with the feral need to taste you.

“i… i didn’t get a wax this month,” you confess, embarrassment latching onto your tongue, licking each syllable you utter. “so, i get if you—” a thunderous smack! echoes through the room, your body jolting at the sudden, painful sensation descended upon your throbbing nub. as toji pulls his hand back from your pussy, sticky arousal strings create a lewd connection, locking you together.

“don’t talk, woman,” the heel of toji’s palm grounded deeply into your clit, circular motions urging your pedicured toes to curl in the air. “the only girl that should be talkin’ to me, is this whore of a pussy you got here,” toji lowers his handsome face, eye level to the ‘girl’ in question, “spread her f’me,” his sizable hands cup the bends of your knees, pressing the caps into the perky flesh of your tits, ably folding you like clean sheets.

slicing your digit through the crevice of your pussy, parting your unruly pubes, toji’s warm, moistened tongue darts from between his lips, lapping at the slick woven into your short and curlies. as your honeyed nectar tangos with his taste buds, toji curses under his breath, “fuck,” causing erotic butterflies to flutter in your tummy. “toj, ‘s nasty,” you whine, your hips bucking, clinging onto the subtle tickling of your strands brushing your labia. oh, how you’re an inherent contradiction.

“jus’ how i like your pussy,” toji winks, his tongue slithering from your now clean pubes to your stiff button, circling the bud before engulfing the rigid pearl into his hot cavern. toji’s lips encapsulate your clit, sucking fiercely, as his head moves back and forth, back and forth, back and— “fuck! ngh, hah,” you mewled, your manicured phalanges threading into his dark tresses, shifting his hair away from his forehead.

the sheer intensity of his movements floods you, sending your back arching against the couch cushions. a relentless focus burns brightly in his dilated pupils, leaving not a shred of uncertainty— he is by no means finished with you. toji’s thumbs usurp yours, pulling back the skin of your clit, snapping his tongue against the bundle of nerves in quick succession.

“such a g-good fucking t-tongue, shiiit,” you stutter, your voice trembling with insatiable hunger. toji beams at your praise, driving him to devour you with unabashed urgency. from hasty figure eights being precisely drawn, to eager, desire-filled kisses, no part of your sopping heat is left bare by his unabated lust.

it’s too much— he’s too much. your palm presses upon his damp forehead, a faint, desperate effort to push him away as the blissful coil of your climax tightens in your loins. “haah~ wait… tojiii! don’t—” too late. your needy cries fall into an abyss, toji being too far gone to recognize the way your body convulses, your climax hitting you like a freight train. between your melodic chorus of pornographic music and the soft caress of your pubes on his shaven face, there was no way he was going to stop.

as your pussy flutters, akin to wings on a butterfly, toji swiftly inserts two digits into your rapidly pulsating cunt, reveling in the effect he has on your body. separating his lips from your pearl with a wet pop! toji’s perma-smirk is already etched onto his expression. “keep this pussy hairy for me, doll. it tastes better this way.”

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[cyanidist]

If it’s a crime to shave your toes, then lock me tf up

[sorchathered]

It had been the best day ever, but it wasn’t over yet.

You’d been that kid in school. The one who’s parents took them to Disney every summer, the one who was forever obsessed with all the movies and princesses and getting all dressed up to go meet Mickey Mouse the first day in the parks.

Your sweet midwestern boyfriend had never been, and you were determined to make it the best week of his life, planning adventure after adventure and the grand finale would be to spend the day at Galaxy’s Edge doing all the Star Wars themed things until his little nerd heart was good and content.

You woke him up that morning in space buns and a Princess Leia t-shirt, holding up the matching Han Solo one and bouncing on your toes as you excitedly rush him to get ready, promises for this to be the best day spilling from your mouth between kisses.

You’d taken him on every ride at least twice, loving the sparkle in his bright blue eyes as he takes it all in, and oh the character meet ups had been even better! Watching your tall, broad man be dwarfed by Chewbacca was hilarious, and when he’d gotten to see the Mandalorian it was the little giggle he let out at Grogu that had your heart absolutely melting.

You’d been waiting all day for his big surprise, and as you led him to the building marked Savi’s workshop he gasped when he realized what you had planned. “Wait- are we really?” He said with a toothy grin and you giggled at how childlike he looked in this moment. “We absolutely are, only the best for my man. Let’s go build you a lightsaber baby.”

He was over the moon, he’d loved every bit of this vacation but really today had taken the cake. He posed for pictures with stormtroopers in front of the Millennium Falcon and his new lightsaber while you grinned from ear to ear, and he knew for sure you were absolutely it for him. So when he pulled you in to take some pictures with him he distracted you with a kiss as he pulled the pretty ring from his pocket and then bent down to ask you to be his. You’d said it would be the best day ever for him but maybe it could be the best day for you both, tears welling up in your eyes as you squealed an enthusiastic yes while the crowd around you erupted in cheers and applause.

Later that night in your fancy suite at the Grand Floridian, your handsome Jedi laid you out on the gorgeous king size bed and took you apart with his hands and mouth before he finally sunk into you as he whispered the sweetest words that had your chest swelling with love and pride. Cradled in his arms in the early morning hours he sighed into the crook of your neck “I love you” and you just couldn’t help but reply “I know” with a grin.

It really had been the best day ever.

[thirsty-boba-fett-posts]

A TALL KING AND A SHORT KING WALK INTO A A CANTINA

Chewbacca and Boba Fett

[cheesecakeissexy]

Would you still love me if I was a worm

Sure. You'd be my favorite worm in the garden. There'd also be an amazing compost bin for you as well.🪱💘

@chewbaccas-toes

[jedimordsith]

Technically it’s still Sunday here, so have a Sunday [More Than] Six from Katana. (May be cut at some point, I haven’t decided yet.) 

- -

He couldn’t rest quite yet, though. There were two very important little people waiting to meet him. 

Chewbacca had staked out a seat directly in front of one of the two private rooms in the corvette’s small med suite. He harned softly when he saw Luke. 

//You look poorly, cub.//

“I’ll get some sleep after I say hello,” he promised, managing a smile. 

Chewie huffed and waved him inside. The lights in the room were set to low, and Leia lay on the bed on one corner, her back to him. Luke could feel her mind drifting deep in a satisfied sleep and he smiled. In the nearer corner, Han sat in a chair plush enough that it had to have been brought from somewhere else. A small transparisteel blanket warmer floating beside him appeared to have been converted to a bassinet. It held a single tiny, blanket-swaddled form. A matching bundle was cradled in Han’s left arm. 

He looked up when Luke entered, a tired but proud grin on his face. “Hey kid,” he said softly. Hooking his booted toes around a stool tucked under a shelf nearby, he yanked it out and nodded toward it.

Luke took the invitation, sinking down onto the seat, so close his knees nearly brushed Han’s. 

“Jaina,” Han said, looking down at the baby he held. “This is your Uncle Luke. He’s a little crazy, but you’re gonna love him.” 

Luke chuckled as his brother-in-law carefully transferred the baby to his arms. She barely weighed anything and she lingered on the bridge between sleep and waking, her little face was scrunched up as if she was thinking very hard about whether staying awake was worth the effort, but she was a fascinatingly bright spark in the Force. A dusting a soft downy brown hair across her skull. 

“Hello, Jaina.” It had been a long time since Luke had held an infant, and holding Jaina now made his heart swell. This was the future they’d all worked so hard for. The hope and joy they’d dreamed of that had gotten them through so many long nights during the war. Luke fingered the blanket she was wrapped in, his heart squeezing. 

[jules-has-notes]

Wookie for Christmas — VoicePlay music video

Traditional Christmas carols are well and good, and VoicePlay can sing them beautifully. But these boys also shine when they have a reason to be giant goofballs. Or, in this case, fuzzballs. Laugh it up to their version of a nerdy novelty song that's sure to get your toes tapping.

Details:

title: What Can You Get A Wookiee For Christmas (When He Already Owns A Comb?)

original performer: Maury Yeston and the Star Wars Intergalactic Droid Choir and Chorale

written by: Maury Yeston & Domenico "Meco" Monardo

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci

release date: 2 December 2015

My favorite bits:

the sound effects and acting in the intro — Who keeps letting Eli drive? And who's flying after he puts down the controls?

Layne trying to nibble on his comb because he's only snapping for the first verse

Earl realizing he's gotten Eli's makeup on the teeth of his comb and wiping it on Layne's shoulder

their synchronized head bopping

adding in the slow groove sample of the Cantina band, and pinching their noses to replicate the reedy instrument sounds

the dramatic breakdown section

Layne's fantastic wookiee roar

Earl and Tony using their grooming implements as microphones

the gift distribution, and Layne taking his turn as line prompter

Trivia:

The wookiee onesies were quite warm, especially under the studio lights, as evidenced by Earl's increasingly rosy cheeks.

They caught the attention of Peter Mayhew (the actor who played Chewbacca) on Twitter, and he was quite complimentary.

The photo of Bea Arthur is a reference to the 1978 Star Wars Holiday Special for which she played a Mos Eisley bartender in the "Life On Tatooine" segment.

Tony being gifted the Dark Side cap is a continuation of a running joke that he was their resident "prince of darkness", largely stemming from his love of Dracula, horror movies, and black clothing.

This song originally appeared on the 1980 Star Wars themed album "Christmas in the Stars", and was released as a single that reached 69 on the Bilboard Hot 100 singles chart.

[thistle-and-thorn]

the yawning grave for the asks. today does have rancid vibes, i hope it gets better for you.

Ahhh sorry for the lateness! The vibes have been rAnCiD the past few days. But we are going to Get Our Life Together, we are Going to Be Healthy and Productive. And it all starts with a lord Huron ask game 😂

what eldritch creature you would be?

okay so I just saw the new little mermaid movie (because I spent the years 3-10 being insanely obsessed with Ariel) and I was just reflecting on how much I love like creepy mer-legends.

Like one of my favorite eldritch in the furred trout? Like it toes the line for me of being bizarre and disturbing but potentially real? So I want to be like some sort of horrifying mermaid version of that. Like I’m seeing a half-werewolf, half mermaid with horrible teeth. I think this would be fun? Like Ariel on the bottom, Chewbacca on the top.

what about you?

[wheat-woman]

Thank you! This made my month, I genuinely appreciate this so insanely much!

All mutuals! I summon thee as I really enjoy following all of you!

@plague-doctor-on-tumbler @loupgawou @breadshot @bookwyrm-with-pasta @jinxthechaosdemon @traaansfem @chewbaccas-toes @isopod-girl-antenna @sorceress-foxgirl-ariel @auspiciousavery @anyone else I might have missed. I love you all <3

do you ever meet someone and you’re just amazed that such a kind and pure soul could exist on this planet

[giftsforus]

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[uglyducklingacrossthepond]

"Just put a tape on it." That answer made me think that I'd rather die because of sepsis than continue living in this hell.

While I understand that "cosmetic" things aren't the top priority when it comes to public health care, which I am grateful that my country has an affordable one, I am still very upset about today's doctor's appointment. I literally got no help to any of the problems. Best advice was to put a tape over my pinky toes if the nails are irritating and making my toes hurt.

Another great advice was that there's nothing we can do, we can't send you to even dermatologist because there's nothing no one can do to your body hair - go to see a cosmetologist, and maybe they can suggest you a dermatologist. Excuse me? I will pay the bill, but I will not be happy about this - yes, I know I created my own mess and I should lay in it. Or should I? In my country, you don't get HRT without seeing a doctor and psychologist and the psychologist that I saw when I wanted to transition, was against me getting the diagnosis. And she was right that I should've not gotten it in the first place. I never admitted to the clinic that they made a huge mistake (they even knew that my trauma background is a risk and HERE WE ARE) and I hate myself sometimes when I just try to be nice like: "mistakes happen. :)"

So, I guess that's it? I have to be this fucking Chewbacca and pray that my body hair thins and gets light again. I really wanted to start swimming, but I can't go to public pools now when I look like this.

Has any other ftmtf gotten medical help to body hair from a doctor? I'm not talking about laser. I really need some ideas and advices how to stop looking like a Chewbacca (it's not actually that bad, but it does make me cry everytime I see my ugly body hair.)

[fahrenheitegg]

GUERILLA STREAM

✽ pairings: mysta rias x y/n

✽ synopsis: mysta has again participated in an offline collab. he's in the kitchen, doing a guerilla stream, while the others are hanging out wherever they are.

✽ further notice: all dialogues (mysta talking to chat) fluff, female bodied reader, she/her

"no we didn't record another song." mysta said and laughed after reading the chat.

"oh my god thank you for the red super chat. mysta, you are so cute— i'm not cute— i hope you're having a fun time in your offline collab please tell us how was it meeting your kouhai for the first time."

"kouhai, you must mean y/n right? she's the only kouhai present in this offline collab aside from alban that i've already met personally a few months ago." mysta said and drank water first.

"y/n, huh?" mysta mumbled. "hmm i guess i could compare her to ike— like, there's just something about her that makes her likeable after you spend a few seconds with her. like ike, she's really likeable in god knows what reasons, you know?"

"when i first met y/n, it was earlier today when we all agreed to meet up at the plaza near a coffee shop. i was waiting with nina, alban, reimu, elira, and the rest of the luxiem members, and also mika when y/n texted us that she's already here. then a few minutes later— the weather here is cold, right? so we're all wearing coats and fluffy scarves— then we saw a literal fluff ball getting off the taxi and approaching us!"

"vox was like oh my god is that a chewbacca? why is it white and pink though while the others started saying that ah maybe it's y/n. yup, we knew that it really was y/n when she was like SWEET CHEESE AND NUT CRACKERS! it's you guys! and that's when we all went to her for a hug."

"well, hugs are expected when you first meet a person you've known for a while right? y/n had to remove her layers of fluffy coats before she could hug everyone for warmth. it was so fun and cute especially when reimu and y/n hugged they were all jumpy like rabbits what the hell." mysta said and laughed.

"i can't describe how they all hugged chat, but reimu and y/n's are the cutest. also when nina squeezed her boobas on y/n's face while hugging her tight and when y/n went on her tippy toes just to hug luca and vox by the neck— it was so cute!"

"oh! oh! someone just said they'll do a fanart of it! tag mystart or i'll hunt you in your sleep, okay?"

"how was it hugging y/n? thank you so much for the super chat!"

"hugging y/n? oh my god i have to address this okay wait." mysta laughed. "when y/n saw me, she just like stared at me for like one to two minutes straight then she suddenly smiled widely that her eyes closed, with her arms wide opened to me, waiting for me to come over instead of just hugging me by herself! yes, chat it was fucking cute! yes! do a fanart! this— this is why i love you chat."

"she was like this." mysta's model was smiling with his eyes closed. "and her arms were opened wide— it's like looking at a smiling marshmallow that moment!"

"oh, you talking about meeting y/n earlier?" vox entered the kitchen.

"yeah! everyone, say hi to vox!"

"hello to you too, dear mystakes." vox greeted back. "i'm just here to search for vegetable oil. me and nina are having meat outside, i'll call you once we're done."

"bye, mystakes!" vox said to the mic before giving mysta a shoulder pat and leaving.

"okay so back to what i was saying, y/n has her arms wide opened so of course i walked to her to give her the hug she wanted!"

"i thought it was just going to be a simple hug like how the others were given but no, the moment i was in y/n's arms, i was embraced by this weirdge warm and heat. i was engulfed by small arms that felt like the bestest hug i've ever received— ever. i don't — i don't really know how to describe it but it's like the way a puzzle fits another one perfectly? i don't have a good analogy for it."

"yeah like that, chat! the way we hugged felt like we're puzzles that perfectly fitted each other! when she buried her face in my neck, i couldn't help but bury mine in hers too. it was a tight hug, chat. a tight tight-ass hug! but it didn't feel strangling, it didn't feel stuffy, chat. it was warm, it was good. like cumming-good." mysta said and laughed.

"yeah yeah... when she caged me in her arms it felt like i was welcomed again, you know what i mean?" mysta said as his voice slowly calmed down. "it was one of the best hugs i've received, chat. no, maybe the best hug ever. i just felt like a baby in that hug— i can't really describe it chat."

"i could just remain in her arms, hugging her forever, you know...?" mysta slowly mumbled as tears unknowingly welled his eyes.

"huh? oh god." he sniffed. "i'm crying! i'm fucking crying, chat, what the fuck?"

"i'm sorry i never meant to get this emotional lol." mysta added while rubbing his eyes. "i've known everyone longer than i knew y/n and i didn't even shed a tear when i hugged them, but y/n's... i don't know, different, i guess? it felt like we knew each other since forever and her hug felt nostalgic and really, really warm chat. like, like that feeling of sitting by the fireplace while it's snowing cold outside and you have a cup of cocoa with marshmallows? like that, i don't know." he explained, at least he tried, while stopping his tears from falling by looking up.

"i'm sorry, chat. i didn't really mean too." mysta chuckled. "i guess, i'm just very happy— too happy, that my body couldn't take it anymore so i just bursted into tears."

"it's been a while since we've been doing offline collabs and i always feel welcome in the nijisanji en family. it has always been a place where i feel like i belong." mysta said. "it was overwhelming when i first felt that, and with y/n's hug, i felt it again, but this time it was too overwhelming for some unknown reasons. fuck."

"mysta, what's wrong?" luca asked, entering the kitchen. "w-why are you crying, man? what's wrong?"

"nothing wrong, it's nothing." mysta laughed. "i just told them about y/n's hug."

"oh yeah, her hugs... they were magical, aren't they?" luca said and handed mysta a handkerchief. "she is the goddess of acceptance and comfort, after all." luca added.

"now don't cry, bro, you're gonna make me cry too..."

"don't fucking cry, dumbass!" mysta laughed.

"who's crying? don't cry." y/n joined in. "oh, you guys are streaming? i'm sorry to interrupt."

"no it's okay." mysta said and chuckle. "i'm alright chat, i'm sorry. i'm alright now. nijisanji en's biggest fluff balls are beside me so i'll be okay. all that's missing is ike."

y/n giggled and stood beside mysta. "yeah, he'll be alright, mystakes! we'll take care of him well!"

"yup! this collab is gonna be all poggers!"

"yeah..." mysta mumbled and held y/n and luca's waist, only for the two to hug him by the side.

[jokerjokinghahaha]

Yes, I made this post for you specifically, tumblr user chewbaccas-toes, who I have definitely heard of before and have been performing to impress. Please, chewbaccas-toes, forgive me if my icon and username are not to your specific tastes. Tell me, what icon and username would it take for you to take a post about how disabled people are discriminated against seriously? Would a character you like and a clever pun be enough to make you care about how we suffer and die under the system? To make you look at all the personal stories people have left here about how they have personally suffered, and think about that more than someone using an icon and username you personally find to be unserious? Please, let me know, since this post I made on my blog with 3 followers was, once again, made for you specifically to take seriously.

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[byleresque]

Based off this post from @bowlcut-cleric about Mike forgetting that Will moved away and the Party pretending they Do Not See It

...

The leaves started changing color last week, but Mike Wheeler stays caught in last summer. He doesn't feel the autumn chill or have a lot to say about starting high school.

Mike can't seem to focus on much at all since they left.

Since he left.

Mike watches his friends stomp the crunchy leaves along the sidewalk with a blank, unamused expression. One hundred worlds away. The dark circles under his eyes betray a lack of sleep.

"It's almost Halloween already." Max says while peeling a giant maple leaf down the center.

Dustin gasps. "Shit, we haven't even picked our costumes this year. What's our theme?"

"Do high schoolers even go trick-or-treating?" Lucas asks, pensive. Max nudges him with a smile, nodding to include everyone in the group.

"These high schoolers do." She boasts. Lucas brightens immediately.

Meanwhile, Mike is confused. Halloween? How can it be Halloween already? It seemed like just yesterday they were sneaking into movie theaters and sweating buckets walking up the hill to Cerebro.

He wonders what Will would want to be for Halloween.

Without thinking he turns to his right and says, "Hey, Will, what do you want to-"

He stops cold. His mouth clamps shut with a click of his teeth. Will isn't there. He knows that. He knows that, but being reminded of that fact shredded his heart every time. Especially when the reminders were this visible and embarrassing.

His friends are looking at him with pity. Leaf enjoyment forgotten. He averts his eyes, scuffing the toe of his sneakers against the concrete.

The first time it happened they all had a little laugh. The second time wasn't as funny. The third and everything after was just met with silent worry for Mike.

"God, I mean, um." He gathers himself, grounds himself despite wanting to go home and scream into his pillow. "I mean, what do you guys want to be for Halloween? I was thinking we do Stars Wars this year." He grinned, but the mirth didn't reach his eyes.

He found Lucas' face to ask a wordless question (how was that save?). His mouth tightened into a thin line, but Lucas gave an encouraging little nod (passable).

"Oh, oh that's great!" Dustin recovers first. "As long as I get to be Chewbacca. I've been working on my Wookie impression and guys, it's like, dead on."

They share a laugh together and continue on towards home, politely excusing Mike's psychosis.

"I'm serious!" Dustin cackles. Lucas smacks him on the back, chatting animatedly now. Max hangs back with Mike. He can tell she wants to say something and braces himself for the mockery.

"Hey," Her voice is restrained to a murmur. "Don't sweat it. We don't think you're weird or anything. We all miss them." She kicks a rock aside and it goes down the storm drain with a satisfying clunk. Mike swallows back the lump in his throat.

"Thanks, Max..." He says slowly. "Since when did you start being nice to me?"

"Ew." She rolls her eyes but seems pleased with herself regardless. "You're a Grade A weirdo, just... You get a pass for this one."

Max leaves it at that, and Mike knows he should feel comforted. He should. His friends are kind. But they had him all wrong.

They all thought he was blue from missing his girlfriend and missing his best friend. How could he tell them it was so much worse than that? How he never felt fully awake with Will gone, how much he wanted to hear his voice? How he called twelve times last night? How writing El letters had become a mindless task? The guilt was eating him alive.

As well it should. He wasn't supposed to be thinking thoughts like this. Why couldn't he just miss his girlfriend like a normal person and be done with it?

...Mike takes a deep, deep breath. Don't overthink it. He tells himself, knowing fully well he will. The scent of decay and dirt fills his lungs. Just a bit longer. He only had to hold on until Spring Break-- that's when everything would be okay.