#ofbadplace

    ❛  EL??    ARE    YOU    THERE??    PLEASE.    IF    YOU    CAN          HEAR    ME,    JUST    SAY    SOMETHING.    A N Y T H I N G.  ❜

    it’s another of THOSE NIGHTS. the nights in which he’ll drown in all those sorrows, the nights where he’s SUFFOCATED in thought, in the mental images of the girl that MOVES THINGS WITH HER M I N D. she has moved him altogether, mentally, emotionally, & PHYSICALLY. the emptiness she has left behind HURTS HIM; and they are never on the same wavelength, never able to CONNECT. he knows he should give up on the WALKIE  TALKIE, but he CAN’T.

                                                    just in case. 

    he’d never forgive himself if he missed her. gripping the plastic communication device until his KNUCKLES TURN WHITE, michael wheeler quickly loses whatever hope he has left, frustration taking over. slamming the walkie talkie down against the mess of blankets he keeps there A W A I T I N G HER, teeth clench together and he suppresses a GRUNT; instead, he purses plush lips together, knees drawing up toward his chest, head bowing in the crook of them. his sobs are QUIET, though the thoughts inside of his head are much LOUDER. 

    nothing can fill the void. not the memories, not the party, NOT MAX. he’s falling deeper into a hole he can’t get out of. not on his own. HE NEEDS H E R. there he stays, curled up in the comfort of her blanketed FORT, tears scorning reddened cheeks until his body cannot take any more. 

           she sneaks a glance at the  girl seated across the round table, fingers drumming on her thigh in an anxious manner.  after the emotional reunion she’d just witnessed, she didn’t think they would let el out of their sight even for a second ------ yet here they were.  max could practically see the dislike wafting in the air.   ❛     so... you and mike, huh?  i think it’s pretty cute.     ❜

for every  ❤  you get in your inbox, tag someone you admire and give them a compliment – still accepting!

@heedbadge

@ofbadplace (AKA an amazing ELEVEN)

I know we don’ttalk that much (see: very little) but from what I’ve seen of your Eland what Ande’s told me (gushed to me) about you, I think you’re avery cool person whom I’d love to talk more to. Plus, if you’re goodwith Ande, you’re good with me. Lol As for your El, you really bringa balance to her characterization and your writing is just 10/10. So,yeah, I wish I had more to say but just know that I do admire you andI hope/plan to continue our thread and that we can talk a littlemore. I’m just…terrible at keeping contact one-on-one. Lol

@sluggsh (AKA WILL who deserves nothing but the best)

Again, anotherperson I don’t talk to often/at all, but I see you on my dash all thetime and I’m always happy to see you there. You have such a good gripon Will, you’re passionate about your characterization and thecharacter himself, and I’m very excited to get something going withyou. Your writing is stellar and I do enjoy reading what I happen tofrom you. So, yeah, again, I wish I could say more but you’re verycool, I definitely admire you, and I’m excited to write with you!

@suchsweetsnark / @momwheeler (AKA an awesome MULTIMUSE  and a great NANCY)

nancy pulls the headband down, showing it to el-. jane. no one in the store blinks twice at them - besides an older woman who smiled FONDLY as she passed, probably thinking that what was obviously a pair of sisters was adorable perusing the store together.

                                            here’s the story of some eggo lovers,

                       four of which were named STEVE, MIKE, NANCY, and HOP.

                                     they met some others who also loved eggos,

                          whose names were KAREN, JOYCE, SARA, and EL.

                                 and they knew that it was much more than a hunch,

                                       that this group must somehow form a family,

Send “Do you love me?” For my character’s reaction. // @ofbadplace || NO LONGER ACCEPTING!

          AT FIRST HE JUST BLINKS. if he’s being honest, his mind is still REELING from her confession just moments prior. he’d just STARED at her for what felt like forever, dark brown eyes as wide as saucers and a blush that seemed to spread ALL OVER his body. he was sure that he greatly resembled something of a LOBSTER, but he trusted jane not to tease him about it. her words still rang in his head; ricocheting around in his head like a pinball machine. ‘i love you… —–do you love me?’ his mouth is stupidly agape, and for a moment, it might seem that if someone were simply to POKE HIM, he’d fall over; crumble to the ground. he looked like an idiot, in all honesty. someone pinch him, he must be dreaming!

          FINALLY, A SLOW, BIG, SAPPY, stupid smile spreads it’s way onto his lips. dimples are very prominent, eyes are soft and shining, they sting slightly, but he’s ignoring that. his heart swells in his chest and butterflies flit happily around in his stomach. wordlessly, he’s reaching forward, taking her hands in his, and stepping a bit closer to her. “ yes. ” his voice is soft, even cracking slightly, but undoubtedly full of emotion. god, does he love her.

          “ YES, EL. I LOVE YOU. ” how could he not? if he was honest, he’d loved her for a little over a year now. he’d never openly admitted it, but it was something he’d come to realize. he’d just never known how or WHEN to finally tell her. tell someone you love them too soon and you scare them off; tell them that you love them too late and by then they’ve already convinced themselves that you don’t. trying to find that perfect, IN BETWEEN balance had been hard, but now, he didn’t have to worry about it. he could FINALLY tell her without any worry. it almost felt as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.

          THAT STUPID SMILE IS STILL on his lips as he leans in to close the distance between them ( which, honestly, at this point, isn’t much ). the gentle kiss only lasts for about a minute, which is also probably the longest duration of time he’d spent kissing her before. all of the others up til now had been small, feather-light pecks here and there, but, this was a special occasion, and it had given him that extra little PUSH he needed. nevertheless, he finally pulls back, STILL smiling, and lovingly pressing his forehead to her’s. he hoped THAT was enough to cement the idea in her head just how much he loved her; never wanted her to forget it.