he's baked

Outside looking in

Short story on Mike Hanlon

Word count: 457


Mike Hanlon had always been the outsider

He had been the new kid in town

He had been the only black kid in Derry

He had been the last edition to the Losers club, as if added as an afterthought

So imagine how alone he felt when,

He was about to enter a cake shop and caught Bill kissing Beverly behind the glass and dreamt it would’ve been him

When he had baked his first cake after five hours of toiling in the kitchen and brought it to Eddie’s birthday party only to get outshined by Richie’s gift- a ratty old comic book

He had eaten half of the forgotten cake and threw the rest away in bitter tears

Imagine how isolated he felt when he was the one comforting the crying Eddie, or giving advice to the love-sick Stan, or encouraging the timid Ben to ask Beverly out, or tipping Richie off on what colour Eddie actually liked to wear, or helping Bill get closer to Stan

He had secretly wished others would comfort him through his tears, would give him advice on love, would spur him on to make the first move, would get him little things that he loved or actually try to get closer to him

Instead he cried alone, not daring to appear weak

He didn’t ask for advice, no matter how lovesick, because all the people he loved were in love

He wasn’t encouraged despite his efforts, because they were made in secret

Nobody knew what his favourite colour was, in fact, he had to throw himself a Birthday party

No one got closer to him

Picture Mike as he watched, flooded with a sea of jealousy, as Bill and Stan locked eyes in the stands watching his first Football game as team captain and realise their feelings for each other missing Mike’s winning touchdown

Nobody had ever bothered to ask Mike “who do you like?” or “what do you feel?”

Although the answer would only be a sheepish grin,

Mike would have felt very much loved by the notion that someone wanted to know more about him

But as the people around him grew towards and away from each other, nobody grew towards him

The space around him remained stagnant, a vacuum

Like he was stuck on a frozen lake and no matter how much he moved his legs they gained no grip on the cold hard surface and he had to watch while people strolled by, oblivious to his presence

The stoic boy couldn’t put his feelings into words

But that didn’t make him feel them any less

So when the losers broke off into pairs of lovers

Mike was left alone


On the outside

As the outsider


anonymous asked:

♦ and also the skull and crossbones cause I can't find the emoji for it. 2p England

☠ - angry/violent headcanon
Swears when angry but wouldn’t do anything violent.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon
When he’s not baking or cleaning around the house he likes to solve puzzles.

this dude who’s a cook @ work and is always talking to me/asking me how i am (same w/ like.. everyone he’s v friendly) asked me if i wanted anything this morning bc he hadn’t clocked in yet and was going to get breakfast and i said that i was fine/didn’t need anything.. yet.. he got me s/t that was apparently from the bakery across the street? and then apologized, after buying it, bc he forgot i don’t eat sweets? he always buys huge packs of water for everyone @ work too? anyway. almost cried

lil usnavi is a very good helper