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letterstomichelangelo · 6 days

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just imagine its the end of season 5 episode 3, byler have had another veiled heart to heart about friendship and whatnot. we see mike walk into his room, a song starts up in the background, he kneels beside his bed and pulls out a dusty box. tentatively he takes it, sitting on his bed and after a few beats he opens it up and takes out its contents: a stack of paper. slowly the camera pans to the letters, all starting with "dear will," and ending with "love mike" but the contents are made up of scribbled words, sentences rewritten time and time over. as he shuffles through them, he starts crying faintly and through choked sobs, he whispers, "im sorry will, im so sorry"

you'll have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

it fades to black and the credits roll

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thesapphicsoldier · 1 year

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Everyone always talks about how Robin and Will should meet and connect in season 5, and yes I definitely agree, but—

Imagine her meeting Mike. Her seeing his closed off feelings. Her seeing the way he looks at Will. Her seeing how defensive he gets at the mere idea of him being intimate with a man, even if it wasn’t intended to be romantic (“we’re friends, we’re friends!”). She seems him. Really sees him. She knows what it was like to be young and in denial. In fact, she was about his age when she finally started to connect the rainbow colored dots, and things would have been a hell of a lot easier if she had someone to talk to it about.

So she gets close to him. Or at least, she tries to— Mike is a bit suspicious of her constantly running up to him or inserting herself into his conversations (and well, Robin isn’t the best at talking to people). But eventually, Mike warms up to her a little. He starts talking to her about dnd and even vecna, and if Robin were being optimistic, she’d say they’re friends. After awhile Robin starts dropping hints about her sexuality. (“Oh my god, Phoebe Kates is so hot, don’t you think?” - “I guess so— wait, you think Phoebe Kates is hot?” - “Hell yeah, are you kidding?!) Though it’s the 80s, she’s not scared. She’s talking to someone like her after all, even if he doesn’t know it yet.

But Mike doesn’t seem to be getting it. So she tells him about her crush on Vickie. At first he’s confused and asks her if Vickie is short for Victor or something like that, she tells him no. Vickie is the cute redhead that helps make the sandwiches. He’s shocked to say the least. He stands there wide eyed and mouth agape for about two minutes. Robin wonders if he’s going to run away or make some sort of “you’re going to hell” retort (she wouldn’t blame him for it, she went through that phase in elementary school). But he just… starts talking. Asking questions. Normal questions, like “how’d you guys meet?” or “are you gonna ask her out?” Robin is surprised about how casual he’s being. She had fully prepared herself for a meltdown or for him to not speak to her for weeks, but he just acted… normal. Maybe that’s what he wanted to do. To pretend, even just for a second, that being gay wasn’t such a bad thing. That it wasn’t satanic or disgusting or the cause of diseases, it was just normal. That he’s normal.

Weeks go by as the group tries to figure out how to defeat vecna, once and for all. Robin continues to tell Mike about Vickie, eventually telling him how they’re now happily dating (which she could tell Mike tried his best to not smile at). Mike doesn’t tell her about himself though, and she doesn’t expect him to. The road to self acceptance is long and rocky, with lots of bumps and turns on the way— and sometimes you never reach the end of it, though you hope with all your heart you do. Robin just wants him to know that being himself is okay, and that if he ever needs her, she’s right here.

It was a cold and rainy afternoon when Mike found Robin in the shed, visibly sweaty and conflicted. He looks left and right about fifty times before he mutters, barely above a whisper:

“Hey Robin?”

“Hm?”

“How did you know you were… different?”

Robin simply smiles, the warmest she possibly could, and tells him to sit down.

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apatheticlexicographer · 1 year

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concept: back in lenora, el had trouble putting her hair up before school, so she always asked will to help her with it. it got to the point where he just started keeping a hair elastic on his wrist for convenience. el's hair is way too short to do anything with now, but the pressure around his wrist feels like one of the last pieces of normalcy he has left to cling to.

mike's hair, on the other hand, hasn't been cut since last thanksgiving, and he stopped letting karen near it with her straightener when they graduated middle school. free from the abuse it's started to regain the shape it hasn't held since they were kids, the tentative curls of his bangs now too short to be tucked behind an ear but too long to ignore when they fall in his eyes. he won't stop fussing with them, making the same irritated expression el would just before she'd turn to will for help, and eventually will decides to put him out of his misery.

he mutters a quick "c'mere" and bunches mike's hair up in his hands, twisting his overgrown fringe up into a little half-ponytail and letting the rest curl in lazy ringlets at his nape. he turns away quickly, pressing his fingertips together as if their callused ridges could simulate the fine, soft feeling.

he completely misses the way mike's breath stutters, his hand drifting up the back of his neck until his fingers splay against his scalp in gentle disbelief.

the hairtie migrates to mike's wrist after that, but will doesn't mind. not when mike will tap him on the arm every so often, holding his hand out in a silent invitation for will to take it, although they both know full well that mike has been helping holly with her pigtails since she started preschool.

#byler #yeah i do not fucking know where that came from babes #enjoy???#it's 5am help #byler headcanon #byler ficlet #byler drabble #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #stranger things headcanons #will byers #mike wheeler

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viewmasterfeeling · 2 years

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library

Ever since Mike had got a job at the library, it had become Will’s unspoken routine to go there whenever Mike was working. It wasn’t like he was being clingy or anything. The library was just a convenient place to spend time with his boyfriend. Even if said boyfriend always had to be a little bit of an asshole about it.

“Welcome to the Hawkins Public Library, how may I help you?” Mike asked with a smirk.

Will rolled his eyes lovingly. “I’m just here to do my homework,” he said as he sat down at a table and plopped his bag down.

Mike scoffed in mock offense and sat down across from him. “What? You’re here, at a library, and you’re not even going to look for books?”

“We’ve been through this, Mike,” Will shook his head and fought the smile off his face. “And I don’t even like reading that much.”

Mike fake-scoffed again, earning him a shhh. He lowered his voice. “Then why are you here?” Before Will could answer, Mike’s lips turned up. “Oh right, I know. You want to see me,” he teased.

Will crossed his arms. “So not true.” It was true.

Ugh, Mike was smirking again, that little shit. “Come on, let me find a book for you! My manager is watching and I want to be a good employee. I’ll show you some comics that I found that I think you’d like.”

Will looked into Mike’s eyes. He wished there weren’t other people around so he could just take his hand or touch their foreheads together or do something else equally sappy. Instead, he put all the affection he could into his eyes. “I love you, but I really do have to write this essay,” he said quietly.

“I know,” Mike sighed. He looked around and flinched. “Shoot, is she glaring at me?”

Will squinted. “Yeah, I think so.”

Mike groaned, earning him another shhh! “I’d better get back to work.”

“Have fun.”

“I won’t! It’s gonna be horrible and I’m gonna wish that I hadn’t already finished that essay so I could just sit here with you and write it, like a nerd.” Will snickered. Mike complaining about everything should probably be annoying, except Will found it cute.

“Instead of working in a library like a nerd?”

“Hush,” Mike said as he stood up. Before he walked away, though, he came over to Will’s side. “I’m gonna bring you those comic books,” he murmured. Will bit back a smile and nodded. “Oh, and Will?”

“Yeah?”

“I love it when you come and visit me.”

As Mike walked away, Will smiled into his hand. He was so, completely smitten.

#byler #byler fic #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #byler ficlet #byler drabble #byler fluff #my fic

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edelweiss-coffee · 2 years

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like you’re my lover

ao3

mike sat next to will on the edge of his bed. “have you ever heard that old uh.. adage about birthmarks?”

“no, but i have a feeling you’re about to tell me,” will jeered.

“they say birthmarks appear in the places you were kissed most in your past life.”

will’s face soured, then softened.

“that’s sweet,” he smiled.

“your lover must’ve—“ mike stopped himself.

will fell into a fit of laughter, flopping back onto the bed.

“no, don’t stop! tell me what my lover must’ve done,” he challenged.

mike bit his lip, half smiling at the boy next to him.

will felt like royalty under mike’s gaze. he sat up to level with him.

“they must’ve really liked kissing the corner of your mouth, right…” he reached to touch will— “there.”

will lifted his hand at mike’s touch. he felt his birthmark. under his left nostril, near the corner of his lip.

he’d stopped laughing. he was in disbelief.

he touched me. is he…?

“you think so?”

“well, i’d—“ the dark haired boy stopped himself again.

will felt his pulse in his throat.

am i brave enough to challenge that pause?

am i stupid enough?

“you’d what?”

i guess i am.

only love makes you this stupid.

mike cleared his throat.

“i’d… i mean,” mike’s cheeks flushed, he giggled nervously.

“what would you do, michael?”

unsure of where this newfound bravery had come from, will slid closer to mike on the edge of the bed.

mike folded and then unfolded his hands. he pursed and then unpursed his lips.

“i’d really like it too,” he sighed.

will swallowed his fear.

“like what, mike?” he marveled.

“kissing you, i mean. i’d like kissing you too, if i was your lover,” mike stammered.

will let himself enjoy this. he allowed himself to smile at the dark haired boy morphing into a nervous trainwreck right beside him.

“if you were my lover?”

mike swallowed hard and cautiously turned his head toward will, meeting his eyes.

“yeah, if, i guess,” he muttered.

will fixed his gaze on mike.

“we could pretend, if you want.”

will’s bravery had been demolished. chased away, even, and replaced with desperation.

anything you like, michael.

anything you want.

only love makes you this stupid.

“pretend what?”

“like you’re my lover,” will divulged.

he didn’t even know what he was saying anymore. he could hardly breathe.

he locked his fingers with mike’s.

“yeah, we can pretend,” mike whispered.

years of playing DnD worked as a buffer for this game of pretend.

“do you want to kiss me, lover?”

will was incredibly experienced in role playing.

“i’d love nothing more.”

in fact, so was mike.

i got this idea from something i read and i can’t find it now, if you see the original post please tag <3

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w1llb7ers · 2 years

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You're The Heart, Will.

Not to be delusional, and also to be completely delusional and spew out byler nonsense, but I think that Mike should have another monologue in season 5 and not only that but it's directed at Will this time (possibly, most likely getting vecna'd). The most important part is that it's so much more intimate and heartfelt and Mike has TEARS rolling down his cheeks as he stutters and tries to find a way to let his feelings out. He's struggling so hard, not because he doesn't want to tell Will the truth, but because he REALLY wants to. He's dreamt of this moment. He wants it so bad and that's what's terrifying to him. He goes on a rant about how he misses their sleepovers of just the two of them. How Will would doodle things for him when he was sick and needed something to cheer him up. How Will was always there for him when he wasn't in the right mind. His mind is running so fast it's almost impossible for him to catch up with his thoughts.

But he pushes through because this is Will. This is the one person that understands him, fully and undoubtedly. He doesn't want to mess this up. He can't. So, he sucks in a deep breath and continues.

“I know- I know I haven't been the most open lately. Especially to you. You deserve the truth: not what you want to hear, but what you should hear. You do everything for everyone and never think about yourself. You put others first and almost never think about your own wants and needs. You've always been like that. I remember that night that we went out to play in the rain even after your mom said no..” He chuckles a bit at the fond memory. “We both got soaked and the next morning we both had horrible fevers. But you know what? Your fever was way worse than mine. It's always been that way ever since we were kids. You always got sicker than me. And despite your awful cough and pounding headache.. you know what you did? You ran into the kitchen to fetch a warm washcloth for me. You held it to my forehead even though yours was also burning hot. I tried to tell you to use it for yourself and that I was fine, but you insisted. You insisted on making me feel better. No one had ever treated me so kindly before that. I- I think that was the moment that I knew. I knew I-” He stops, bracing himself. “You were wrong when you said I'm the heart. You are the heart, Will. You always have been and always will be. You care so much about others. You care so much about me. The person that doesn't deserve it. The person that doesn't deserve you. I know I don't deserve anything you've done for me but..I can't lose you. I know I said I was worried that I'd lost you before. The truth is, I'm absolutely terrified of losing you. Of losing us. What we have. It's something I've never wanted with anyone else. So please, PLEASE fight so that I can tell you all of this to your face. I don't know what I'd do without you. You're.. everything to me. Without you, I'm nothing. I-..”

He pauses, gathering much needed courage, “I love you. There, I said it. I'll keep saying it. I love you so much. I don't think there was a time when I didn't. I need you here with me.”

His voice breaks. His throat is rough and coarse from the tears, “I need you.” he chokes out.

Will's eyes open and Mike can swear he hears his heart beating in his esophagus. It's loud and drowns out everything around them. He just confessed to Will, to his best friend that he loves him. No, that's he's in love with him. How is Will going to look at him after this? Is he going to hate him? Perhaps shun him..

Just then, Will's hand is trembling as it cups the side of Mike's face. He immediately leans into the touch. “Mike..” he coughs, staring at his friend with unblinking eyes.

“Y-yes..?” It's tiny, almost a whisper. Mike is scared. He doesn't know what will come next. Just like he stated in California.

“I don't know what's gonna happen next.."

His heartbeat is thrumming in his eardrums, traveling to his stomach as Will's eyes never leave his. He feels like he might throw up.

“I love you too.” is the last thing Mike expected to come out of Will's mouth. Despite having hope, he hadn't actually believed this day would come.

Before he can ask any questions, he's frozen in place by the tender caress of Will's hand on his neck as he pulls him in, just enough to leave about an inch of space between their mouths.

Will looks up to his eyes, not once breaking eye contact while traveling back down to his lips as if asking for permission.

Mike doesn't even think before he's leaning forward to capture Will's lips in his. The salty taste lingering from the tears he'd shed.

“I think it would be best if we work together. As a team. Friends...Best friends.”

Mike smiles into the kiss. Only one thought goes through his mind, “No, Boyfriends.”

#did i just write this on the spot? yes.#i love byler so much #i am in agony #byler drabble #byler #byler tumblr #mike wheeler #will byers #headcanon #my writing

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qvrcll · 2 years

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚[will byers x mike wheeler] ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

“what did you say?”

“what did you say?”, mike questions, his doe eyes working up to look at will, in genuine confusion.

genuine confusion or spite, will does not know. he thought admitting that he loved his best friend under his breath would be a risky but damn right good feeling. he hadn’t taken into account of mike’s considerable auditory perception — in short, those ears were fucking good at even detecting a pin drop.

“uh—nothing! no, really—uh, woah. is it just me? the room is getting slightly hot”, will stutters, hurriedly swiping his clammy hands against his cardigan. it fails to draw his attention to anything but the morbid embarrassment of being (almost) caught red handed, by none other than the boy in front of him. he shifts on his other foot, hesitating to peek at mike through fetching eyelashes.

mike smiles, with eye-brows pitching up as to say “whatever you say”, and turns back around, shoulders resuming to being hunched over the bed, fiddling with the book he had nipped from will’s mantle.

will sighs, unthinkingly thankful for the propitious chance of mike not catching on—

“love you too, will”, mike’s fortifying voice speaks up. there’s a hint of a smile in his voice, almost derisively.

will’s heart clenches, drops and folds all at once.

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spoodrm4n · 2 years

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He knew he got jealous easily. He could feel the itch of it underneath his skin as he stared Will down across the room.

There Will was; bright smile plastered across his face and his laughter heard faintly above the music at the party Max and El had dragged their whole friend group to. He was talking to one of the boys who was in his history class. Will had been by Mike’s side until the boy from Will’s history class had said hello. Will had politely excused himself with a quick smile and Mike felt his mood turn sour in that moment.

He took a deep breath, jaw clenched and eyes trained on the two across the room.

“Oh look— I’ve run into a seething idiot in the corner.” Max had appeared next to Mike, nudging his shoulder with her cane. Mike’s eyes stayed on Will. He isn’t sure how the girl had found him since her vision is absent. He could see Max roll her dull eyes in his peripheral. “You can’t be mad if you haven’t made a move, Wheeler.”

That had Mike snapping his attention towards the red head at on his left. “What are you even talking about?” Mike crossed his arms, lips downturned.

“I’m talking about your massive crush on Will. You can’t be jealous if you haven’t even told him how you feel,” Max replied as if it was the most obvious point in the world. And maybe it was, but Mikes head was entirely too clouded with jealousy and anger.

“I’ve been more than obvious, Max.” And Mike wants to believe himself, but has he?

“You really think I’m gonna believe that bullshit? I’ve even noticed the way you avoid him, Wheeler. You’ve been a complete ass ever since you broke up with El just because you can’t deal with your feelings.” And god bless Max Mayfield because she seems to be one of the few people who can actually slap some sense into him.

“Listen, I know you’re scared— probably terrified. He’s been your best friend since you can remember and you don’t want to ruin it, whatever. But Will is completely head over heels for your dumbass. It’s a wonder you haven’t realized. The guys painfully obvious,” Max’s tone is softer, but still firm. Mike blinks at her.

Will does not like him.

“That’s so not true! He had multiple people practically drooling over him in Lenora. There’s literally no way he would want to be with me.” Mike scoffs, eyes narrowed at Max. Even though she can’t see him, it’s like she can sense the annoyed look on his face as she clumsily punches him in the chest.

“Just go talk to him, I’m tired of hearing you sigh every twenty seconds.” Mike draws his lips into a thin line as he watches Max grip her cane and walk away, following the sounds of El and Lucas in another room of the house.

Mike contemplates it.

Before he can realize the decision he’s come to, he’s standing in front of Will and the other boy. Will looks up at Mike, eyes kind and smile wide.

“Oh, Mike! This is Thomas, he sits across from me in history third period,” Will gestures towards the boy across from him and Mike feels his jaw set in place again.

“Nice to meet you, I’ve heard a lot—“

“Will, can I, uh, speak to you? In private,” and it comes out more harsh and brash than Mike intends; jealousy and annoyance rearing it’s ugly head. Will’s smile falters and Mike mentally kicks himself.

“Yeah sure,” Will turns to Thomas, “I’ll see you Monday?” And before Thomas can even nod his head, Mike is grabbing Will’s arm and dragging him to the front door and outside.

“Mike what’s wrong?” Will is saying as Mike continues to drag them down the driveway. Will plants his feet, making Mike stumble in his tracks, turning around to look at his best friend. “Mike.”

“So you’re best friends with— Timothy, was it?” Mike deflects, quickly letting go of Will’s arm and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“What? No, Thomas is a guy in my history class. I’ve maybe had four real conversations with him.” Will shrugs, his hazel eyes boring into Mike’s own inky ones. Mike looks away.

“That’s not what it looked like inside.” And he knows he’s being incredibly childish. Will splutters, hands motioning wildly in front of himself— something he does when he’s fed up.

“Mike, you do realize I talk to other people that aren’t you, right?” Will furrows his eyebrows, tone growing frustrated.

“Of course, but— but…” and Mike swallowed down the words on his tongue. But I don’t want anybody else to know you like I know you. I want to be the reason you smile, I want to be yours.

“But what? I don’t understand.” Will tries, voice even again. He’s frowning at Mike and his eyes brows are still furrowed, searching his face carefully.

“But I don’t want you to.” And Will is sighing and shaking his head.

“You don’t want me to talk to anyone else? That’s not up to you, Mike.” Will’s confusion grows into anger.

“No— that’s not what I meant!” Mike groans, hands running down his face.

“It sure sounds like it.” And Mike can’t stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth.

“I want to be the one that makes you laugh and smile like that! I want to be the one that makes you happy! I want you!” Mike’s chest heaves, his breath fogging out in front of his face in the chilled late October night. Will snaps his mouth shut, eyes wide and cheeks pink.

“What?” Will whispers and Mike begins to back track, tripping over his own words.

“I-I mean you’re my best friend and I just don’t want to be replaced and you’re my favorite person— wait no, but yes you are my favorite person but—“

“Mike,” Will stops his rambling, eyes once again searching Mike’s own.

“Will.” It comes out more unsure than he would’ve liked.

“Did you mean it?” Mike blinks at the brunette.

“Yeah. Of course.” Mike can see the turmoil in Will’s head as he processes what he said.

“I want you too. I like you— a lot.” And Mike’s shoulders are sagging and he’s smiling at Will’s confession.

“You like me?” Mike can’t imagine why Will Byers would ever decide to like him. He’ll never understand it, he thinks.

“That’s what I said, idiot.” Will laughs. Mike decides Will looks ethereal. The green and brown of his eyes are illuminated by the moon, his hair is a bit tussled from the wind, his cheeks are a light pink and his smile is wide.

“You’re so beautiful, god.” Mike is muttering, palms cupping Will’s face gently.

“You’re not so bad looking yourself.” Will jokes, nose scrunching up as his smile widens. Mike absolutely melts.

“Can I kiss you?” Mikes blurting out once again before he can think the words through. Will blinks up at him, eyes wide, but he nods his head.

“Yeah,” he breathes and that’s all Mike needs before he’s surging forward, eager.

Their lips meet and one of Mike’s hands move to cup the back of Will’s neck. Wills hands fall on Mikes waist and the squeeze, drawing Mike closer to him.

Will tastes like peppermint chapstick and Coca-Cola. He reminds Mike of the melding of summer into autumn; a stark contrast of Mike’s ice-cold, frostbitten winter. Will is everything Mike is not and more and doesn’t deserve and it’s intoxicating.

They pull apart, eyes opening and smiles still strewn across their faces.

“I love you. I think I have since that summer where the Mindflayer obliterated Starcourt.” Mikes breathes. His filter is gone and he’s not necessarily upset about it.

“You have such a way with words.” Will is laughing, fingers dancing along Mike’s waist. The two stay close together. “I love you too, by the way.”

“Oh thank you, I appreciate that your love for me is an after thought, William.” Mike chuckles, palm still on Will’s cheek and thumb brushing the height of his cheekbone.

“You’re the one who was jealous. Guess it’s what you get, Micheal.” Will grins, eyes sparkling. Mike swears he sees constellations in them.

“Maybe a little.”

…

inspired by this song

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cloudycleric · 2 years

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It had been a couple hours after Will and Mile had shared their first kiss. Will rushed off to his room, embarrassed, cursing at himself for kissing Mike without his permission. However Mike just sat there, on the couch after Will had left, giggling, turning a bright red.

But Will couldn’t hide for long. He made sure to wake up extra early to avoid seeing Mike at breakfast, but to his surprise, Mike was already at the table. Will ignored him, he was too busy being mad with himself and making some eggs.

“Hey Will—”

“Can you shut up?”

“You’re so beautiful.”

Will turned around, flustered. “I’m TRYING to make EGGS.”

But Mike simply got up as Will returned to stove, moved to his side, and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Love you.” He walked into the guest bedroom.

Will ended up burning the eggs after freezing up.

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strangerbis-alt · 2 years

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Ok so.... imagine Will is on the edge of the upside down just about to fall in with Mike holding on to him. Mike can't pull Will up, a vine is holding on to Will's leg. The others are are coming from the sides trying to help, but they are still far out. The vine starts to tug on Will's leg, Mike has 2 options. Let go of Will or jump in with him. Will is begging him to let him go over and over again. Mike makes his decision, he grips onto Will's hand tighter and jump in with him, yelling, "We'll meet you at the other doorway!" They fall into the depths of the Upside Down as the others just reach the opening.

So... basically what I'm saying is a direct Byler parallel to Percy and Annabeth falling into Tartarus in the Mark of Athena in s5!

#byler #percabeth my beloved #nah seriously this is just me putting together 2 of the most impactful ships in my life #byler drabble #??maybe #byler imagine

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p1nb4ll741 · 2 years

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His hand danced over his pale face, the lavender-tinted skin hiding the face of pure fear from the boy below him. that boy was Mike Wheeler. “Ive loved you for years Wheeler” Will whispered as tears cascaded down his face, “i gave you my heart, and you destroyed it” he seethed through gritted teeth, anger overshadowing his anguish. he watched as the light drained out of Mikes eyes, his lifeless body hitting the ground. “Goodbye Mike”. EVIL WILL BYERS/MIKE WHEELER DRABBLE

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letterstomichelangelo · 4 days

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just imagine, end of season 5, its the end of episode 8 and the party have defeated vecna, byler confessed, theyre happy.

we see the party heading off to college, new beginnings and all that. mikes helping will pack up his stuff into a pickup truck, he says something like "well, looks like we're all done, everything's strapped up!", will walks over to him from where he was saying his goodbyes to joyce, jonathan, hopper and el (shes going to a local college with max in this idk) and just with every bit of softness in the world says "thanks for helping me pack, mike, are you sure you don't mind bringing all this to chicago for me?" and mike's eyebrows just shoot up because he literally went to hell for this man, and in the most sassy tone you can imagine "uh, yeah, we're gonna need some type of furniture for our new place and the government hush fund didn't stretch that far" will lets out a little chuckle, "damn, its the least they could do after the last 7 years" "i know right", mike squawked out, "anyways we better start heading if we want to make it there before dinner, see you soon mrs. byers!" muffled tears of happiness can be heard from her, and her voice wobbles slightly when she shouts back "call me when you get there and send pictures of the apartment! i love you boys", even a sniffle can be heard from hopper when he shouts out some reminders for driving the long distance. as the boys get into the truck, will shouts "we'll be back for thanksgiving, you'll hardly know we're gone" and as mike pulls away from the newly renovated byers-hopper house, there's this perfect shot of a normal loving family wishing their son(s) off to college and in this moment everything is forgotten, no more upside down or vecna or demodogs, no more possessions or otherworldly connections, just two boys holding hands over the console of the car as they set off to a new city, knowing that no matter what happens they'll always have eachother.

me and michael, solid as they come

me and michael, its not a question now

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thesapphicsoldier · 1 year

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I’m always getting ideas for oneshots but never actually write them, so I thought I’d share my ideas with you guys and you can let me know which one you want me to write first.

(It’s not 100% guaranteed that I’ll write whatever wins since I lose interest in ideas easily, but it’s pretty likely I’ll do it)

A byler fic from Will’s perspective about his sort of “superpower” over Mike. It’s about how Mike is much softer and sweeter around him than he his with everyone else, and if Will requests something, he listens. The party uses Will to convince Mike to go to this event, which leads to some revelations. (Mid-long in length)

Will coming out to El. Pretty self explanatory. El gets scared of a thunderstorm and goes to Will for comfort. They hangout and play board games and eventually start having some deep conversations. (Short in length)

The bathroom scene from Robin’s perspective and her (platonic, obviously) feelings toward Steve. It talks about her struggle to maintain friendships and how she’s extremely grateful to have met someone who will stay by her side. (Short-mid in length)

Byler-centric fic about Robin clocking Mike as gay and trying to connect with him. The two grow closer over time as Mike eventually starts to confide in her, ending with a confession of his feelings. (Mid-long in length)

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byersfanclub · 1 year

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“El, why won’t you just talk to me?” Mike asked, he’s frustrated, worried. She had barely spoken to him these past few days, ignoring him for the most part. It was like he didn’t even exist anymore.

“El, please—“

“You lie.”

Mike looks at her in shock. Not only because it’s the first words she’s spoken directly to Mike in days, but the words themselves.

“What?”

“You. Lie.” El then tossed the rolled up painting Will had given to Mike in the van, the painting El had supposedly commissioned. The painting that had given Mike the courage to just do what he thought was right, what he thought would save them all. What he thought El wanted. What he should want.

“Will lies.”

#byler #byler blurb #byler drabble #i literally wrote this one break at work because im bored

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shipperssafehaven · 1 year

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as life went on

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43109550

LIFE WENT ON. Will Byers was desperately in love with Mike Wheeler, but the earth stayed on its axis and rotated around the blazing sun in blissful ignorance as if he didn’t.

Because in actuality, Will’s love for Mike wouldn’t freeze time and throw the perception of it off course, and it wouldn’t keep the monsters lurking in the shadows at bay, and it wouldn’t stitch up the cracks in the ground and close the wounds in his heart, and it wouldn’t stomp out the fire that lit his being aflame since he was a mere child; having his father hurl glass bottles and slurs at him.

Loving Mike wouldn’t save him.

Loving Mike wouldn’t fix him.

And loving Mike wouldn’t change him.

In fact, it wouldn’t change anything. Because every day Lucas sat by a hospital bed that held a lifeless Max in it and prayed for a miracle. And El– who was overwhelmed with guilt– wouldn’t leave the house, not wanting to be faced with her failures. And Dustin, the one who was good– the one who always had something to say, kept a black and white bandana shoved in his pocket and remained quiet. And Will…. And Will just watched.

The world as they knew it was falling apart at the seams, so in the wake of the aftermath– when the ground opened up and the red hues lit up Hawkins from under, and the flowers died along with a few friends, and Will was sent back to a time where he hid from the unknown and sung a song that he couldn’t listen to anymore without having a panic attack, all he could do was breathe through it. He inhaled a large gulp of air and kept it in his lungs as if it were smoke, only releasing it when it physically hurt to hold. Then he did it again. And again. And again.

He did it until he finally came to the conclusion that loving Mike could truly only be compared to breathing. It was something he did to survive.

In the end, it gave him the courage to pick up his feet and follow life as it continued. Something that most would think to be a solution, wasn’t. Rather, it was a silent and precious thing that Will carried with him as he found the motivation to go on, despite the monsters– and the cracks– and the scars– and the fires lit within– and the unknowing of what was to come. And for him, that was more than enough. After all, Will loved Mike for free. So as life went on, so did he.

#byler #byler brainrot #byler drabble #byler one shot #will byers centric #will byers is my baby and i will protect him #and so would mike #argue with the wall #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #st4 #post stranger things 4 #byler season 4 #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #jane hopper #i'm down bad for them

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maybebitterxox · 1 year

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I go to the byler tag and sort by highest kudos. I find my fic on the fucking ninth page of results. The ninth, out of 480.

I am actually going to cry this is so waaaaaa

#i love y’all so much #byler #byler tumblr #a03 #bitterxox on a03 #byler drabble

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