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yuansie · 1 month

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the greatest gamble of all

pairing. aventurine x gn! nameless! reader

synopsis. aventurine knows that he is unworthy of love, unworthy of you. because he, aventurine, is a tainted person and kakavasha is but a person with no future for himself. in both of his names, he is unworthy of you.

genres/aus. actually idek what type of au this would fall under saurrr idk what to say ummm friends to something more (?!), romance, pining, angst with a happy ending, smidge of fluff at the end

warnings. slight (or maybe not so slight at all?) spoilers about aventurine's background, mentions of death and murder, very sad and insecure aventurine, crying, slight displays of affection (a neck kiss?!), ooc aventurine ?! (bc im still doing the penacony quest HAHSHAJ)

wc. 1.6k

a/n. me when i only write about aventurine because aventurine is love, aventurine is life. also, i just have some serious brainrot for that man he deserves everything and more i love him sm !!!! also. aventurine this wednesday im SOOOO excited i need him NOW. will be skipping my first class so i can do his trial LMFAO and this NAWT edited !! (when will i ever edit something?? idk. whenever i am not a busy uni kid) the aventurine art was made by @/20231102thu on x (twitter) !!

AVENTURINE IS FULLY AWARE THAT HE ISN'T SOMEONE DESERVING OF, well, anything. he’s just someone that aimlessly wanders this world, not having a set destination. he doesn’t have anything worth living for. he doesn’t have a home to return to because home means returning to a place filled with warmth and love.

he does not remember the last time he felt his heart warm up, he’s not even sure if he’s even felt warmth. it is but a distant memory filled with sadness, such sorrow that makes his heart weep without knowing it. though, nowadays, he doesn’t feel like that. there’s just an emptiness in him, but he doesn’t mind it anymore. after the events at penacony, he’s just been… lost.

he hears a door open and slide shut, followed by the sound of footsteps. then, he senses someone standing right next to him as he gazes out the windows of the astral express. you spent a long time convincing the conductor and himeko that aventurine should be a guest, and you finally wore them out with your pleading after a good amount of hours.

“penny for your thoughts?”

aventurine glances at you. your wounds from the battle are still healing, he notes, given by the bandages that wrap around your forearm and head. sunday will have to meet his fury on another day. “just thinking that this is a nice place.”

you chuckle, “it is, isn’t it?”

all he does is hum in response, still staring out in the vast expanse of space. he likes how the stars look and as his eyes linger on penacony, he wonders if his home looked similar to that. he wouldn't know because he never saw how it looked when he left and never will. his thoughts don’t linger on that much when he instead focuses on the way your fingers brush against his hand. he flinches and stares wide-eyed at how you easily grab onto his hand, a dirty piece of flesh undeserving of the warmth that radiates from your skin and seeps into his own.

“aventurine—”

“kakavasha.”

“hm?” you tilt your head to the side, blinking at him in confusion.

he wants to look away from you, from your eyes. but he wills himself to keep looking and somehow, he ends up gripping onto your hand tightly. you don't complain and instead squeeze back, patiently waiting for him to continue.

“my name is… kakavasha.” aventurine feels his stomach twist and turn at your silence so he continues to speak, “i just thought… that you should know it before it’s completely gone.”

“and why do you say that?”

“it’s a name meant to be forgotten in the sand.”

your response is so quick that it almost gives him whiplash. “no it isn't.”

“excuse me?” he blurts out, surprised that you even said such a thing about him.

“it isn't a name meant to be forgotten in the sand,” you say, a certain calmness in your voice that has aventurine waiting with bated breath at what else you have to say. “it's too pretty to be forgotten and, well, it's your name.”

and then he feels his face heat up; his ears, neck and cheeks feel like they’re burning up.

“kakavasha,” you hum, smiling, “kava, for short. it has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?”

it does have a nice ring to it, but only because you're the one saying it. aventurine merely nods, not trusting his voice at the moment. he looks away and stares outside the window, not wanting to look at you anymore because he fears this warm feeling will take over his entire being.

a nice silence blankets over the two of you, one that you break after a while.

“what’s the story behind your name right now? aventurine… why are you called that now?”

“because kakavasha had no future,” he replies, “kakavasha didn’t have a future, he didn’t deserve to live either. who i am now, aventurine, does.”

“kakavasha deserves to live too.” aventurine turns his body to look at you, blinking in surprise. “i don’t know how you got that thought in your head, but kakavasha deserves to live just as much as the person you are now.”

“but aventurine is tainted. this name has too much blood on it, too many sins on it. the person i am now doesn’t deserve to live either. kakavasha should be a name buried in the sands of time while aventurine should be burnt to a crisp for the things i’ve done.”

yes, he is tainted. his body, his everything is tainted. it is marred by an ugly color, a stain of who he was and is, never to be cleaned. aventurine lets go of your hands, worried that you might also get stained by his sins. he should drive you away now before the aching in his small heart decides to cling to you and the warmth you give him. he will tell you his story, tell you about the mark on his neck, tell you how he killed the man that bought him, tell you about how he is a tainted person. he is a tainted person unworthy of you, unworthy of that love you hold.

he may have never experienced love. after all, all of his past relationships were purely physical. no one cared about going deeper beyond his facade, they all just wanted a fun night. so while he has never experienced it, he is no fool. he can recognize that the emotion in your pretty eyes when you look at him is love. you love aventurine, the him who has betrayed and used you and your companions in one way or another on penacony. he doesn’t understand why and maybe he never will because the mere fact that you feel something towards him is so bizarre.

so he should ruin whatever it is that you love about him and tell you the truth, taint your rose-colored view on him. aventurine needs to do it now before his heart tells him not to. he knows his heart is already lovesick, so needy of that bit of love it has received from you. his heart wants to hold on tightly to you and drown in you, drown in those feelings of yours. his tiny heart wants to love you too, it wants to love you just as much as you love him. he wants your everything to consume his entire being.

but after he tells you the truth, you will leave and you will be the first and last person he’s loved. you will be the first and last person to somehow climb over the tall walls he’s built around himself and crack open the facade he’s made.

but what if… what if you stay after everything? what will happen then?

it is that small hope that he ends up clinging to.

if he is blessed gaiathra, if he is lucky, then what if… what if this is his greatest gamble of all? a gamble of love: will he lose you or will you stay?

aventurine has made up his mind despite the rational part in him telling him to not even do it, yet he does. the words flow out of his mouth easily, though his heart weighs heavy in his chest. he expects to you leave, he really does because who would want someone as ugly as him? but the tears that leaves your eyes and roll down your cheeks catches him completely off guard.

“why are you crying?” he asks, his hands reaching out to hold your arms.

your lips quiver and a hand grabs onto one of his while the other reaches out, fingers stopping before they touch his neck. aventurine leans in without thinking and a shiver goes up his spine when your fingertips gently graze the marks on his neck. you rub over the marks, “you didn’t deserve any of that, kakavasha.”

“if i could, i would take this from you and any pain you’ve felt and will feel. i would take away all of the unpleasant memories that plague your mind. for you, i would do anything.”

his knees buckle at your words and you both tumble down to the ground; he ends up being on top of you. your eyes widen when aventurine’s own tears begin to rain down, some falling onto your cheek.

“why would you say something so cruel to me?” he mutters. “don’t give me false hope. you should leave now before you do it in the future.”

“why should i leave the man that i love?” you purse your lips, your eyebrows furrowing.

aventurine shoves his head into the crook of your neck. “i am undeserving of you. i’m lesser than everyone in all of these galaxies.”

“you are not lesser than everyone,” you grumble, raking your hand through his blond hair. “everyone is the same because at the end of the day, we all want to love and to be loved.”

“i’m afraid i won’t be able to leave you now.” he hears you laugh softly, saying how his eyelashes are tickling you. he decides to get impossibly closer to you and bat his eyelashes more, smiling at the sound of your laughter growing in volume. “you’re stuck with me, so don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

aventurine’s breath gets stuck in his throat. he feels your lips brush against his neck. “i think the one who should be saying that is me… say, promise me you won’t leave?”

“shouldn’t i be saying that?”

“kava, promise me.”

“i promise. will you promise the same thing too?”

“yes, i promise that i won’t leave you.”

kakavasha, a name forgotten in the sand, was dug up and remembered, held in the hands of someone that treats like the most precious thing. kakavasha, who had forgotten how it felt to love and be loved, remembered the feeling because of a single person.

and kakavasha, blessed by gaiathra, won his greatest gamble of all time. he won you and your love, something he will now protect and hold onto tightly.

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alphabetboyluvr · 10 months

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bad decisions | jjk - series masterlist

title credit: bad decisions - bts

pairing: bartender!jungkook x female reader | strangers-friends-lovers, fwb

synopsis

it's simple: write your deepest darkest fears on origami birds and string them up on jungkook's ceiling. when they fall—which they inevitably will, thanks to his cheap daiso washi tape—you have to face the fear. set it free. the issue? you've a fear of intimacy. jungkook, a fear of rejection. and you've both got the capacity to make some incredibly bad decisions.

genre / tropes: smut, fluff, a lil angst, bartender!jk, student!jk, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers (?), fwb, deal arrangement, undefined relationship (they're just friends! just besties!!), miscommunication, idiots in love, emotional slow burn, bucket list (a.k.a. the birds) - see read more for warnings & authors note

wordcount: 450k babbbbyyyy (on-going)

soundtrack: official | reader suggestions

start date: 2022.08.06

minors dni // originally posted to wattpad

warnings: reader has a fear of emotional intimacy and uses physical intimacy as a substitute, jungkook has a deep-rooted fear of rejection. lots of drinking, lots of cursing, lots of bad decisions (every chapter includes at least (1)), jk and the oc have different styles of communication (woo miscommunication!!), a lot of past relationship trauma on both sides, jungkook is the sweetest angel baby ever, jin is kinda evil, jimin is a shit shag (and you have to experience it not once but twice!)

smut warnings: oc is a lil bratty, both switchy but jaykay definitely leads <3, fingering, oral (m & f), ass play, a looooot of titty sucking, cock warming, vaginal sex, sex toys (m & f), every position ever created, jaykay has a huge cawk <3, filming, lots of showering together, thigh riding, 69, squirting, panty sniffing (and sucking !), mutual masturbation, motel sex, endless orgasms, like, idek what else to add but there's more!! they just fuck a lot!! not my fault!! blame the birds!!

note from holly: i heard bad decisions once, ONCE, and knew i had to write about whiney jaykay and how fucking him would be a bad decision, but then it spiralled and now im 370k words deep into a fic about origami birds, glitter, and the way jungkook thinks he'll die every time he gets horny. of everything I've ever written it's hands down my favourite set of characters. jungkook is good in a way that he isn't in literally any of my other fics. i think it's my most well-received fic over on wp and it's just v v special to me. i hope u enjoy it!

BAD DECISIONS

key: smut 💖 | holly's fave ✨ | reader fave* 🪩 | bird 🕊 | club 🍇 *as per my wp stats all chapters listed below are available on wp, and will eventually be linked here too.

BD #1 - Purple Starfuckers - 3.5k

🍇 | a disco ball walks into a bar...

BD #2 - Park Jimin - 3.2k

💖 | does it count if you don't finish?

BD #3 - Coffee - 2k

message request from justjk

BD #4 - The Gym - 4.1K

just wanted an excuse to write about gym rat jk tbh

BD #5 - The Bet - 6.6k

🍇🪩 | songs that remind you of the past, blissfully unaware you're laying the foundations of your future

BD #6 - Wishing - 6k

🍇| summer goes by in a technicolour haze

BD #7 - Sex With An Ex - 6k

✨| kim seokjin looks like an angel, loves like lucifer

BD #8 - Washi Tape - 8k

enter stage left: origami birds

BD #9 - White - 6k

✨🕊 | old, leering men at waterparks are gross. jungkook is not.

BD #10 - Blonde - 3.5k

in the wise words of maisie peters, there's nothing more frightening than a woman scorned and a box of bleach

BD #11 - Perry - 5.9k

🕊 | it's totally normal to shower with your friends

BD #12 - An Agreement -7.4k

💖🕊 | jungkook has to leave the room cause he gets way too hard (in a platonic way)

BD #13 - Work of Art - 11.8k

💖 🪩🕊 | you discover mirrors. jungkook discovers tits. learning is fun!

BD #14 - New Rules - 8k

💖 🪩🕊 | jungkook's got nice hands and he knows how to use them

TO BE UPLOADED

BD #15 - Paper Planes

BD #16 - Overindulging

BD #17 - Jeon Jungkook

BD #18 - Cake

BD #19 - Send To All

BD #20 - Park Jimin... Again

BD #21 - Doing The 'Right' Thing

BD #22 - Listening To Jimin

BD #23 - Cherry Picking

BD #24 - Resolutions

BD #25 - January

BD #26 - January, Still

BD #27 - Keeping Quiet

BD #28 - Avoidance

BD #29 - 'Daddy'

BD #30 - Evaluating The Meaning of 'Home'

BD #31 - The Photo Booth

BD #32 - Question...?

BD #33 - Boundaries (Or Lack Thereof)

BD #34 - Speed Dating

BD #35 - Saying 'Please'

BD #36 - Denial

BD #37 - Faking It

BD #38 - Delaying The Inevitable

BD #39 - Rooms

BD #40 - Spinning Bottles

BD #41 - Locked Doors

BD #42 - Hitting Where It Hurts

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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years

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if only (bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: i’m not sure if i love the name of this one but she stumped me folks. hope you enjoy! it’s a plus size!reader fic because sometimes you gotta self-indulge

summary: (plus size!reader) if only Rooster would like a girl like you. if only.

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: this was supposed to be plus-size!reader but it’s not really explicitly mentioned until the very end, swearing, insecurities, reader thinks she is less important than she actually is and doesn’t realize her worth, angst with a happy ending, dude wtf is this title idek, i write self-indulgent fics only, idiots in love, some parts of this are vague on purpose,

word count: 7,447

It’s not like you weren’t used to men hitting on you. Working at the Hard Deck for as long as you had, you were used to the military men who’d drunkly come on to you, offering to take you home, and you’d mastered the art of avoiding their come-ons while also still making pretty good tips. And yeah, when a particularly attractive TOPGUN pilot would flirt with you, your cheeks would go red and you’d feel flattered. But you knew their type and were not a fool to know that almost all anyone’s flirting was fueled by alcohol, not for any genuine attraction. So when Rooster began to flirt with you as his presence became more common around the Hard Deck, you’d smile and blow him off. It was his type to be cocky and flirty; he did it to everyone. While he wasn’t like Hangman, who seemed to be breaking hearts every other week, you knew he’d been around. You weren’t his type. You’d seen the type of girls he’d go home with and it wasn’t you. And then the flirting turned into chats as he collected rounds for the group to genuine conversations on nights when the bar was slow. And then the genuine conversations turned into a genuine friendship. You weren’t sure when you fell so hard for the brunette but how could anyone blame you? He was genuine and sweet and a charmer... He stood out from all the other TOPGUN pilots. Still, it didn’t change that you would never be the girl he’d go after, so you kept your head down, enjoying the time you got with him, focused on your schooling, and your job. Penny often teased you about your not-so-subtle crush on the boy, but you’d bribed her and Amelia into silence. The last thing you needed was for news of it to get back to Maverick and then Rooster, and have to have the boy let you down gently. No, that just wouldn’t do.

And yet, you couldn’t shake the blush that rose on your cheeks every time he winked at you as he grabbed another round or when he’d tell you he was going to win that game of pool against Hangman for you. He was becoming a distraction in your life and you weren’t sure if you were welcome to it. You were nearing the end of your PhD program soon, knowing you were having to defend in front of the committee soon and thoughts of a hazel-eyed Navy fighter pilot were interrupting your day-to-day life. You longed for him when he wasn’t around, wanted him to be the one cheering you on, wanted him to be the one you were coming home to at night, and that’s when you knew your school-girl crush on him had turned into something more and you were fucked.

And okay, you’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about what life would be like with Rooster if he returned your feelings. About what it would be like to kiss him, to wake up to him in the mornings, to share your life with him.

But even if he’d like a girl like you, you knew, saw, what he had with Phoenix. You’d heard rumblings of their maybe-not-so-platonic friendship, knew the chemistry between the two. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw could have any girl he wanted and he had picked the best of the best. What could you offer him that Phoenix could? Nothing. There was no better pair than the two of them and you were genuinely happy for him. So, you settled yourself for the friendship and conversations at the bar, trying to focus back on your upcoming PhD defense. And still, you couldn’t shake the feelings for him, the urge to just pull him and give him a kiss any time he flashed you that award-winning smile. And it was becoming a serious problem.

You heard the voices of the team before you saw them, changing in the bathroom of the Hard Deck before you had to leave. You wanted Penny’s approval on the outfit because you had no one else to ask and if you didn’t look good, she’d tell you. She knew how important this was to you. You took a deep breath as you left the bathroom, pulling the zipper up on your boot. “K Pen, what do you think about?” You asked, fiddling with the simple bracelet settled on your wrist. The squadron turned to face you and varying degrees of awe were settled on their faces. You pointedly didn’t look at Rooster, knowing you would turn firetruck red if you made eye contact with him. Maverick was settled behind the bar with Penny and he spoke first. “You look great, kid. Where you headed?” He asked.

“My PhD defense.” You answered, moving closer to the shot glass Penny had set out for you as you had gone to get changed for “liquid courage”. “You sure it’s not too much with the boots?” You asked, twisting nervously to look at them. Amelia shook her head.

"You look a boss...”

“Bitch.” You finished, smiling at her. “Okay, boss bitch. I can do that. Yeah, that’s-” You looked back up. “Yeah, I’m going to throw up.” Penny laughed and pointed at the shot. You tossed it back, cringing slightly at the taste of it. Sure, you were a bartender but you weren’t sure how these stupid pilots consumed alcohol like this.

“I didn’t know you were going for your PhD.” Payback said and you nodded, picking non-existent lint of your pants.

“Last five years of my life. And I’m freaking out.” You said, finally making eye contact with Rooster. He squeezed your shoulder encouragingly and you tried not to let the butterflies consume you.

“Why? You’re so smart, they’d be fools not to give it you.” You shrugged, trying not to let Rooster’s flattering words do even weirder things to your stomach.

“I mean, academia is all I’ve ever known. And what am I going to do after it’s over? And what if they don’t like my defense? What if they ask a question I can’t answer?” You watched nervously as Maverick poured you another shot and handed it you. The team protested as you threw it back, sticking your tongue out at the taste. That never got better. Rooster laughed at your face and okay, now you really felt like you were going to vomit.

“(Y/N), you have to give your defense in an hour, now is not the time to be taking shots.” Bob protested.

“I disagree, now’s the perfect time to be taking shots.” Hangman said. “Got to be celebrating the success of our favorite bartender here.”

“Easy there Bagman, they haven’t given me the degree yet.” He shrugged.

“They might as well have, we all know they’re going to have no choice.” You gave Hangman the side eye and he chuckled.

“Wait, does this mean our favorite bartender is quitting?” Fanboy said in shock. Penny chuckled.

“Don’t worry Garcia, she’s not leaving us just quite yet.” You leaned your head on the bar, groaning.

“They gotta give me the degree first.” Another groan. “And a job.” There was a beat of silence. “What does one even do with a PhD?” It was Maverick’s turn to chuckle.

“You tell us kid.” You groaned again, wishing you could disappear into the floor. Rooster leaned over and wrapped his arms around your frame and you didn’t lift your head off the table, for fear he’d see your blushing cheeks.

“What’re you doing Bradshaw?” He shrugged, not letting go of you.

“I’m giving you a good luck hug.” Oh. A good luck hug. Bradley Bradshaw was giving you a good luck hug. Fantastic. If you could fall any harder for him, you would’ve at that.

“Alright, you ready to go?” Penny asked, picking up her keys off the table. You nodded, but didn’t move. If you moved, then Bradley would let go and quite frankly, you’d like to stay like this forever. You could feel her eyes on you but you still didn’t move. “K, I’m leaving now with or without you. You sure you capable of not burning down the bar Mitchell?” She asked and you groaned, finally standing up. Rooster let go of you as Mav assured her they and Jimmy could hold down the fort while she was gone. Your stomach immediately fell once he let go of you but Phoenix quickly replaced him.

“You got this.” Oh right, that. Phoenix was one of your best friends, had been for a while. Made you feel like even more shit for feeling the way you did about her and Rooster. Okay, no, now was not the time to think about that. You squeezed her back.

“What if they say no?” You whispered, only loud enough for her to hear.

“Then we’ll get drunk and then you’ll try again.” You chuckled.

“What would I do without you?”

“Be best friends with Bagman, I don’t know.” You groaned, pulling away.

“You know, this was a perfectly nice moment. Did you have to ruin it?” You said, squinting at her. She laughed, moving away from you to settle in next to Rooster. You tried not to think about the way the hurt squeezed your heart at that small movement. You sighed, turning back to Penny, who jingled her keys at you. “Okay, okay, I’m coming.” You said, moving around the bar.

You were halfway to the door when Phoenix shouted, “I love you! See you in three hours!”

“I love you too!” You shouted back, not missing the way Coyote grumbled about “how come she professes her love for you and not me” as you exited the building. You laughed, feeling lighter than you did an hour ago. Okay, you could do this.

You had changed in the bathroom of the building on your campus after your defense. You knew that you’d be headed back to the Hard Deck, so jeans and an old band tee sounded much better than the formal business outfit you were wearing. You walked into the bar, the loud music and chatter of pilots and military officials filling your soul as Penny followed in behind you. Your eyes surveyed the bar, looking for the team (okay maybe specifically one pilot in particular), but instead you landed on... was that... no...

You made your way towards the older man who was chatting with Maverick at the bar, putting a hand on his shoulder. You were right; it was your one of your professors from when you had been in your undergraduate program so many years ago. He smiled at you and you gave him a hug. It’d been a few years since you’d seen the man, not having been back out to your old college campus in a while. Maverick explained that he had flown with the man towards the end of his career in the Navy. Cowboy had been his callsign and you laughed. For your professor, this made total sense. Jimmy handed you a beer as Penny rounded the bar. “Actually, I should be thanking you.” Your professor, who was now Greg to you, because you’d graduated and could call him that, cocked his head in confusion. You were interrupted by Rooster’s arm settling on your shoulder and you looked up at him. His aviators were perched on the edge of his nose, typical. He beamed down at you and you took a sip of the beer to avoid melting on the spot. The team descended on to you, eagerly awaiting the news.

“So?” Phoenix prompted you, waving her hand. You could tell she was slightly tipsy already and you chuckled.

“Stop keeping us in suspense woman, what happened?!” Fanboy exclaimed and you laughed harder. You felt your cheeks go redder, not used to this much attention. His impatience was starting to attract attention and you were starting to get a teensy bit overwhelmed.

“If you don’t tell them, I’ll ring the bell and make you tell everyone in the bar.” Penny said, only half-joking. You laughed nervously.

“Okay, okay.” You took a deep breath as Rooster’s grip around you tightened. You didn’t miss the way they all leaned in, as if they’d miss it. “You are looking at the newest PhD graduate-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as the team erupted in cheers. Rooster was shaking you as Phoenix squealed and Bob was patting you on the back and whatever in the world was Hangman doing-

“You know,” Greg started and your attention immediately shifted back to him. “I’ve been thinking about retiring this year.” You raised your eyebrows.

“Oh, really?” You asked, excitement bubbling in your stomach as you realized where he was headed with this. He nodded in confirmation, setting his beer down on the bar.

“If you wanted to apply for the job, I’d be willing to fight for you.” A pause. “Not that you’d need it, you’re an amazing candidate as is.” A small smile settled on your face.

“Well, I’ll definitely think about it and let you know.” You said, a warmth settling over you.

“Wait, does this mean you’ll be leaving us?” Payback interrupted and you shrugged.

“Maybe.” You answered, taking a sip of your beer and you had to work really hard to keep from choking on it as you saw everyone’s crestfallen face. You felt Rooster’s arm slip off of you and you tried not to feel empty at the loss of contact. “What?”

Coyote shrugged dejectedly. “We’re just attached to you, that’s all.” You laughed, taking another sip of your beer.

“Why? I’m just a bartender.”

“Yeah, and our friend.” Fanboy protested. You couldn’t help the nervous laugh that escaped you.

“Are we? Friends?”

“Ouch.” Rooster muttered, moving away from you. Shit. “No, I just mean-” Hangman waved you off as the group moved back towards the pool table from which they came. You slumped down on the bar, head in your hands, groaning. You felt someone’s arms slip around you and you knew in a heartbeat that it was Phoenix.

“You’re a moron, you know that right?”

“Not helping.” You grumbled, wanting the floor to swallow you whole. Maybe at least then you could wallow in self-pity for always saying the wrong thing without Mav and Penny’s eyes on you.

“Still proud of you though.” You didn’t say anything, kind of wanting to cry. The last thing you’d wanted was to upset these people you liked so much and then you just gone and insulted the friendships you had with them, ones you weren’t even sure were real until 5 minutes ago. I mean, you were just a bartender. You thought they just liked you because you were Nat’s friend and you let them get away with more than Penny did. You thought they were just nice to you because it benefited them to do so. With maybe the exception of Bob, you thought you really didn't mean much to them other than someone they tolerated. Even with Rooster, as kind as he was, you thought that the friendship you’d had might’ve been more than one-sided than it was. Not that they’d done anything to show you it was like this of course, but wasn’t this the way it’d always been?

Phoenix had eventually left you to wallow in your self-pity alone as Mav and Greg wandered off somewhere else in the bar. Rooster had serenaded the patrons of the bar with ‘Great Balls of Fire’ at least 3 different times and you’d pointedly looked nowhere near the piano, not wanting to think about how usually you’d be over there having fun with them. As the night wore on and the bar became less and less busy, you began to feel worse, the diminishing noise no longer distracting you. Penny sighed, standing in front of you and you looked up at her, trying to blink back the tears. “You should be celebrating and instead you’re sitting here drowning your sorrows in beer.” You shrugged.

“Maybe I am celebrating. In fact, I am. I am celebrating how much of a screw-up I am.” Penny’s eyes flickered over your shoulder but you figured she was just looking at Maverick. Maverick would give you a hug. Well, actually, no, you’d insulted his team, that wasn’t gonna happen. “C’mon Penny, I’ve had like three beers in the seven hours I’ve been here. I’m not drowning my sorrows in anything. And I’ll celebrate later, maybe with cold pizza at home, or something, I don’t know.” You said, rubbing your eyes tiredly. The more you talked, the more you wanted to cry and that’s the last thing you needed right now. She sighed again, looking at you defeatedly. You groaned, leaning back in your seat. “Don’t look at me like that.” She didn’t say anything, just leaned up against the bar.

“C’mon, out with it. Why are you really upset?”

“I’m not upset!” You protested, cringing at the way your voice cracked. She raised her eyebrows at you, almost as if to say, oh that’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one. “Okay, fine, I’m upset. At myself. I’m so bad at making friends and keeping them because I say and do stupid shit all the time that drives them all away. And here I am, on a night I should be celebrating, crying because I insulted the closest people you could call my friends, who I wasn’t even sure if they genuinely liked me or not until tonight, and I don’t even have a boyfriend because of who I am- and I just- I’m so sick and tired of not being enough, for fucking up all my friendships, because all of this, everything that has led up to this my whole life, has been my fault. And I’m thirty-something years old, still making the same mistakes I did when I was 20. So yes, I’m upset, at myself for not knowing when to shut my fucking mouth and running everything good in my life right out.” You sighed, sitting back in you chair at your unexpected rant. You felt the hot tears roll down your face, but the bar was practically empty, with the exception of a few stragglers, so you didn’t mind that you’d finally cracked.

“Do you really feel like that?” You startled, whipping around to see Rooster standing a few feet away. You turned back to Penny.

“You knew he was right there, didn’t you?” You asked and she smirked.

“Hey Bradley, could you do me a favor?”

“Yes ma’am.” He said, moving closer to you.

You were desperately trying to wipe the tears from your face but the more you did, the more rolled down your face silently. God, you felt like you were 16 again. Your face felt hot and you wanted to disappear. You hadn’t meant to voice all of your worst insecurities in front of Rooster, and certainly not on a night like tonight. God, you couldn’t even began to think about what he thought of you now. “Can you make sure (Y/N) here gets home safely?” He nodded, already pulling his car keys from his pocket.

“No problem, Pen. Tell Mav I said goodnight.” You stared at the bar, arms crossed, wondering if maybe you willed long enough, you’d just disappear. The universe was not on your side however, because Rooster tugged on your arm and you felt yourself allowing to be pulled from your seat and out to the parking lot. The tears on your face started to dry against the cool breeze of the ocean as you asked over to Rooster’s truck in silence. He, thankfully, was not making you talk as you climbed in the passenger seat. He started up the car and you leaned your head up against the window. You felt him glance at you and then start pulling out of the parking lot.

“Do you need directions?” You mumbled, face still hot. Your hand rested on your eyes and you slowly stopped crying.

“No.”

“Should I be concerned you know where I live?” He chuckled.

“Nat and I took you home that one time you got drunk, remember?” Oh, right. You didn’t say anything, the silence again settling in. You weren’t sure how long you drove for, but eventually Rooster cleared his throat and you shifted, not wanting to have this conversation. He fiddled with the radio, which up until he point had been playing ‘70s rock that had brought you mild comfort. The music slowly turned down and you wanted to crawl into a ditch over having this conversation. Especially with Rooster. “(Y/N), do you really mean what you said? In the bar?” You shrugged, pointedly, looking out your window rather than make eye contact with Rooster. “You do know how much we all care about you right? It’s important to me that you know that.” You fiddled with your bracelet, still not responding. He sighed, turning his attention back to the road. You looked back out the window, watching as the streets became familiar. You’d never been more grateful to see your home as Rooster parked on the street outside. You unclicked your seatbelt and you chanced a glance at him as you moved to get out. He was sat up against his seat, arms crossed, looking defeated. You sighed.

“Rooster, don’t take it personally.” You said. You weren’t sure what it was that you didn’t want him to take personally but you didn’t want him to think that any part of this was his fault. He looked over at you, a serious look placed on his face.

“I don’t think you realize how much this group would miss you if you moved. How much I would miss you.” Oh, okay. So that... was not what you were expecting. “Not that we’d stop you of course but...”

“Why? I’m just a bartender.” You said, for what felt like the umpteenth time. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

“You’re so much more than that and it kills me that you don’t see it.” you swallowed, unsure of what to do. You were emotionally exhausted and honestly, you just wanted today to be over. He looked back you, sincerity written all over his face and another emotion you couldn’t quite place, not wanting to hope. And then he was kissing you. Ohmygod, he was kissing you. Rooster was... holy shit. He was good at this. You grabbed at his shirt, wanting to be closer to him. And then... and then the panic set in you. You wanted this, but not like this. Not because he was taking pity on you. And... oh dear God, what would Nat think? You’d just given your best friend the biggest possible ‘fuck you’ by kissing, borderline making out with, the guy she’d had a thing with for the last... however long. Oh god, you’d just betrayed your best friend, she was going to hate you. Everything you’d felt earlier in the night came rushing back up and you practically launched yourself off Rooster. He looked panicked and concerned. “Hey, hey, what happened, where did you go?”

“I-” You swallowed, desperately pulling the car door open. “I can’t do this.” He called after you as you walked, practically running, back to your front door. You slammed it shut, sliding down the front, pressing your hand to your eyes. What the fuck had you just done?

You moved another case of beer out to the bar, helping Penny open. She was supposed to go on a sailing trip with Amelia this afternoon, but they’d been rained out. Still, you insisted on helping her open, even if it was your day off. You needed to be busy, needed to distract yourself from last night. She sat in the office chatting with Amelia and you smiled at them. You moved around the bar, looking up briefly to see Phoenix sat at the bar. “Hey Nix, how are you?” She looked up, smiling at you. She nodded.

“Enjoying my unexpected day off.” You tried to smile at her, but the sour feeling that had been sat in your stomach made it come out more like a grimace. She raised an eyebrow at you in response. “Everything okay?” You shook your head, setting the case on the bartop, moving towards her. You leaned up against the bar top, looking at her.

“I have to tell you something and you have to promise you won’t hate me. I mean, I would understand if you did but I’m not normally in the business of betraying my best friend and something like this would never happen again-”

“(Y/N).” She said firmly, eyes narrowing. If Natasha Trace was anything, she was a no-nonsense woman. She put up with your rambling on most occasions, but not during times like this, something you knew. Great, one more thing you were doing wrong. You took in a shaky breath, clutching your hands together.

“Rooster kissed me last night.”

“WHAT?!” She yelled and you had to shush her, Payback and Fanboy’s attention being drawn from their conversation at the pool table. You hadn’t even realized they were here and now you were wishing you had.

“Look, Nat, I’m so sorry. I totally get it if you’re mad at me, don’t want to be friends with me anymore-” She waved her hand, cutting you off.

“Why wouldn’t I want to be friends with you anymore?” She asked, concern floating over her face. You shrugged.

“Well, because you have a thing with Rooster.” You mumbled, face feeling hot. She barked out a laugh at this and now the two of you really had Payback and Fanboy’s attention. You grabbed a stack of papers from the bar, wandering towards the office. Phoenix called out for you as Fanboy and Payback settled down next to her, but you gestured to the papers and the office, shrugging your shoulders. It was a cop-out and an excuse, you knew that, but you’d rather not be humiliated in front of Fanboy and Payback. You shut the door behind you, leaning up against it. “Hi.” You mumbled.

“Hi.” Penny responded, a tone of teasing in her voice. You set the papers down on the spare chair in the office.

“I’m hiding.” You said, picking at the skin on your fingers.

“Hiding from what?” Amelia asked.

“Phoenix. And Fanboy and Payback.”

“And you’re hiding from them... why?” Penny asked again, laughter still in her voice.

“Rooster and I kissed last night.” You mumbled, refusing to make eye contact with either of them. Amelia shot up out of her seat and Penny eyes went wide. Ah, fuck. They were the wrong people to tell this to. You opened the door behind you again, almost falling out backwards. “No, no, don’t start this.” You said, sticking your fingers in your ears.

“(Y/N)-” Amelia called, but you moved towards the back room.

“Lalala can’t hear you-” You sang and promptly tumbled into someone’s rock hard chest. You took a step back, blinking up at Hangman’s smile.

“Hi Sunshine.” He said and you cleared your throat.

“Sorry about that Hangman.” You said, awkwardly patting his chest.

“Oh no worries.” He said, with a fake sweetness. “You feeling better from last night?” You nodded, avoiding making eye contact with the handsome man.

“Yea, think it was just the stress of everything.” He nodded in response.

“Well, good. You on the clock?” You shook your head.

“Just helping Penny open.”

“Great, well, what do you say we get a beer and have ourselves a little chat?” It was at this moment you noticed Rooster shooting daggers at Hangman from his seat next to Phoenix out of the corner of your eye. Hangman’s hands were still on your shoulders from where he had kept you from tumbling backwards. Your face suddenly felt hot again, realizing everyone in the bar’s attention was on the two of you.

“Chat about what?” You asked dumbly, looking back up at him. His blue eyes (or were they green?) looked down at you and you found yourself wishing it was a certain hazel-eyed man holding you like this.

“Oh Sunshine, you know, just stuff. The weather. Planes. The fact that you’re in love with Rooster.” He had said it softly enough that no one else had heard it and yet you felt yourself go scarlet with embarrassment. You gaped at him as he let you go and turned back towards the bar. “Penny, my dear. Could I possibly have two beers, one for me and m’lady over there?” You spluttered, finally finding your voice

“I’m not-” in love with Rooster. He turned back to you, raising his eyebrow, as if daring you. Finish the sentence, he was saying. You huffed and crossed your arms. Coyote quickly took Hangman’s place next to you and you looked up at him. “Does everyone know?” You asked.

“Know what?”

“That I’m in love with Rooster.” Coyote looked down at you and smirked.

“Yeah.”

Great. “I have to go.” You said, moving towards the door.

“Where are you going?” He called after you.

“A thing.”

“What thing?”

“A secret thing.”

“Can’t run forever.” He called back, and you could practically hear the shit-eating run in his voice. You flipped him off as you shut the door to the Hard Deck behind you. His laughter followed you al the way out to your car, where you groaned and leaned forward, head hitting the steering wheel. You were so fucked.

Rooster had felt Phoenix’s eyes on him all night, face never wavering no matter where in the bar he went. He sighed as he made his shot, missing horrifically. Hangman laughed while Fanboy and Payback groaned. “Nat, would you please stop staring at me like that? You’re unnerving me.” He said as Hangman lined up to make his shot. She shrugged.

“Depends. You got anything to tell me?” He shrugged, moving his attention to Hangman.

“Should I?” He asked.

“What’d you do last night? After we left?” He shrugged, taking a sip of his beer. He made eye contact with Hangman as he rose from the pool table without taking his shot, clearly more invested in this conversation.

“Does it matter?” She shrugged.

“Depends.”

He chuckled nervously turning to her. “Where you going with this Nat?” She leaned up on her pool cue, and Rooster had to will himself from taking a step back. He didn’t like that look in her eye.

“Just asking. You get drunk or go for a drive or say, kiss a girl?” The entire team froze at that, attention fully placed on the two of them. He cleared his throat, turning back to Hangman.

“You gonna take your shot or what?”

“You’re avoiding my question.”

“And my question remains: why does it matter?”

“It matters if you’re kissing my best friend.” Rooster froze, feeling a blush crawl up his skin.

“What’re you talking about?” He asked, keeping his eyes locked on the juke box just over Hangman's shoulder.

“You’re a terrible liar Bradshaw.” She said, and that was all the team needed to erupt, firing questions left and right and center at Rooster. Maverick and Penny even turned from the bar to look at them and Rooster wanted the ground to swallow him whole. “It also matters if you’re making her think I’m not gonna want to be friends with her anymore.” Okay, that one- that one he was genuinely confused about.

“What?”

“Yeah, when she told me today, she looked like I was about ready to pour a beer over her head for doing it. She even said that we have a thing.”

“I mean, do you really blame her?” Came Fanboy’s face from the other end of the table. The pair turned, confusion etched all over their faces. “You guys flirt like no one's business. If I was her, yeah I would think that there was maybe a thing there.” Fanboy defended.

“What’re you talking about?” Phoenix asked, hands gripped tightly on her pool cue. Rooster was feeling his stomach sink and one look between them told him they were feeling the same thing. They’d fucked up.

“C’mon, Payback, Coyote, back me up here. We all see it.” A general murmur of agreement from everyone else gathered around the table confirmed to Rooster that they had indeed really fucked up.

“I made her cry.” Rooster offered, not really sure why he was saying that.

“Oh, well isn’t that just charming, Rooster.” Hangman said, the same cocky smile placed on his face. “Anyone with a pair of eyes can see how down bad she is for you and you make her cry.”

“Down bad? She ran away crying.”

“If I may.” Bob said, clearing his throat. Rooster could’ve cried from relief. He’d take Bob’s advice over Hangman’s gloating any day, especially with how shitty he felt. “I think that maybe, (Y/N) doesn’t know how to handle someone like Rooster liking her. She doesn't think it’s possible. So she’d rather self-sabotage and run away.”

“How’d you know this Bob?” Coyote asked. He shrugged.

“I recognize her loneliness. It’s the same one I had when I went through my TOPGUN program.”

“Loneliness?” Phoenix asked sharply and Bob seemed to pale at the harshness in her voice. Rooster, however, felt a rock settle in his stomach as he recalled all the things he’d heard her say to Penny last night.

“She doesn’t think she’s good enough.” Rooster mumbled. “Right?” He asked, looking at Bob.

“I mean, I can’t say for certain because she’s never explicitly discussed this with me but-” Bob said hesitatingly.

“Bob.” Phoenix said, cutting him off.

“Yeah, I’d say there’s a good likelihood that’s how she feels. That she’s not good enough to be friends with this group of people.” Even Hangman looked taken aback by the implication of the words. A heavy silence hung between the team and then Phoenix was storming towards Penny.

“Nat, where are you going?” Rooster called, annoyance coloring his tone.

“To fix this.” She yelled back.

You’d been content to sit your house in the dark, eating pizza and watching reruns of your favorite show, but alas, Penny had called you, stating the bar had gotten unusually busy and that they needed you to come in. So, you begrudgingly headed for the Hard Deck, but as you pulled into the hard Deck, you knew something was up. The parking lot was far too empty to be considered as busy as Penny had claimed it was. Against your better judgement, you wandered inside and realized you’d been set up. You made eye contact with Penny from your spot by the door, who’s grin was screaming mischief. The place truly wasn’t that busy, nothing Penny and Jimmy couldn’t handle. You blinked and Payback was suddenly in front of you. You looked up at him and he smiled. “We’re friends, right?” You nodded slowly, confused at what was happening. “Great, so I’m really hoping you’ll forgive me for what I’m about to do and we’ll still be friends afterwards.”

“Payback, what are you talking about?” You asked dumbly and then suddenly, you were being hoisted over Payback’s shoulder. “Payback! Put me down!” You yelled, shooting Penny the bird from where she waved at you. Maverick was chuckling and you glared at him. “Reuben Fitch, if you do not put me down this very second I will-” Your threat was interrupted as he set you down next to the pool table and took a step back.

“You’ll what?” You yelped, spinning around. You put a hand over your heart, trying to control your breathing.

“Jesus, Nix, give a girl some warning will you?”

“Like you gave me warning about Bradshaw kissing you?” You sighed, facing her fully.

“We’re really doing this? Right now? In front of everyone?” You nodded to the rest of her team, taking them in fully for the first time. Coyote and Hangman were in the far corner, whispering while Bob sat next to them with peanuts. Payback had now joined Fanboy across the table from you. All were intently listening to the conversation, aside from Rooster, who was sat in the opposite corner, sulking and not looking at you.

“We’re especially doing this in front of everyone.” Cool. This was fine. You straightened up, facing Phoenix fully. You gestured for her to talk and she took a deep breath. She set her hands on your shoulders firmly and you willed yourself not to flinch away from her. “I do not, and have never had, and never will have a thing with Rooster. We flirt with each other sure, but it has only ever been in fun. He’s like my brother and there’s never been anything more than platonic love between us.” You stared, breath catching in your throat.

“Does Rooster know that? Feel that way too?” You asked.

“He does know that. I can’t confirm how he feels, but I’d say it’s about the same.” She said, the same mischievous smile on her face that had brought you into her life in the first place. And then she was shaking you, laughing. “You’re my best friend! Why wouldn’t you tell me you had the hots for him? I could’ve been playing matchmaker!” You stared at her bewildered. None of this was going how you expected it to. You gaped at her, struggling to come up with words. And then she was hugging you and you stumbled back a bit, not prepared for the weight of her to be launched at you. You wrapped your arms around her frame. “Why do you think you’re not good enough?” You blinked, feeling the all-too familiar emotion crawling up your throat.

“You’re the best of the best. How could I ever compare?” She pulled away, shaking her head.

“You stupid, stupid girl.” There was no edge in her voice, only laughter and love. “We’ll talk later. About all the reasons I keep you around. But right now, I think you should go make things right with lover boy over there.” She nodded towards Rooster, and the both you looked over at him. He finally looked up at you for the first time and then looked away again.

“How?”

“Well, telling him you’re in love with would be a start.” She said and you gaped at her again.

“I am not-” You protested indignantly but she was already walking away, contagious laughter following her. You grumbled, moving over towards Rooster. “We should talk.” You said, and he looked up at you. He nodded, sliding off his chair and moving towards the back patio of the Hard Deck. You followed him, an uncomfortable tension settling between you. He sat on the bench outside and you sat next to him. The air was cooler from the rain earlier in the day and the sand was still damp as you looked out over the dark night. “I’m sorry for running out on yor last night.” You finally offered, looking over at him. He shrugged.

“Would it be really so hard to believe that I’d want to kiss you? Or like you for that matter?” You were silent, not sure you knew how to explain to Rooster everything you’d experienced since you were a teen and didn’t look like the other girls around you. Things you’ve known about yourself and the way the world worked for years. “I mean, c’mon, I love Nat but she’s right that it’s only ever been platonic.”

“It goes beyond just her, I mean, it’s about what Nat represents.” He stared at you, confusion clearly written on every part of his face. Under different circumstances, you would’ve laughed and adored the cute scrunch his nose was doing.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He settled on finally and you sighed.

“It’s- there’s guys like you. Who are meant to go home and build a life with girls like Phoenix. This equation has never included girls like me and it never will.”

“Okay, I’m still lost.” Rooster was clearly exasperated but you were struggling to form words to voice something that had just been so engrained in your head since you were a kid.

“A girl who looks like me is never meant have a happy ending with someone like you.”

“Looks like- (Y/N), you’re gorgeous.” Rooster protested and you felt frustration produce tears in your eyes. God, now was not the time for this.

“To you, maybe. To the rest of the world, no.”

“(Y/N), what are you talking about? Do you know how many TOPGUN pilots would love to bring you home with them?” You chuckled, reaching up to brush away some of your tears before Rooster saw them.

“That’s exactly it. They all want to take me home. To fuck, not to have a relationship with, not to fall in love with. It’s like some fucked up game to prove that they can hit a home run with girls like me, fulfilling some weird fantasies they have.”

“I don’t feel that way.” Rooster said, staring intently at you but you were pointedly watching the ocean crash on to the shore. You shrugged.

“So you’re one out of how many? I mean, my whole life, I have understood that I will never be as good as the other girls, the skinny ones. The girls like Nat who are so confident and sure of themselves and never have to worry that they will spend the rest of their lives alone because of what they look like. My role in this lifetime is meant to be watching from the sidelines, while guys like you get with girls like Phoenix. I’m not supposed to be the one who gets the guy, gets the happy ever after. I’m the girl that people use as a good fuck, to brag to their friends that yeah, they bagged that. I know who I am and what role I play here. And I don’t want to be treated like that, so I just don’t. Don’t get attached, you don’t get used, you don’t get hurt. It’s simple.” Rooster stared at you, but you were still not looking at him.

“Would you believe me if I told you that that’s not how I feel, never how I felt?” You shrugged, picking a loose string on your shirt. “(Y/N), from the first day I walked into the Hard Deck, I’ve had my sights set on you. You’re fucking gorgeous and I can’t believe you don’t see it. First of all, fuck what other people say, you are the hottest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes. I love you for you, for your body, and I don’t care what type of girl “I’m supposed to go home with”. I only want you. I’ve only ever wanted you.” You stared at him, trying to process everything he said. You blinked once, and then twice, words registering in my brain.

“You love me?”

He took a deep breath, rubbing his hands together. “Yeah. Yeah. I do.”

“How long?”

“Since that time you beat in Hangman in pool and made him run down to the beach in nothing but his underwear in front of everyone at the Hard Deck because he lost a bet.”

“Bradley, that was over a year ago.” He shrugged, giving you a nervous grin.

“What can I say, you scare me.”

“I scare you?”

“Yeah, because you’re you, and you’re so pretty you make my brain go fuzzy and your laughter lights up a room and all I can think about is how much I want to kiss you.”

“So do it.” You whispered.

“What?”

“Kiss me. We’ll make up for last night.” In a heartbeat, his hands were on your waist, pulling you into his lap. You set your hands on his face as you pulled him in. The kiss was deeper than the night before, more passionate, more meaning, more love. After a minute, the two of you pulled away, trying to catch your breath. “For the record, I’m in love with you too.”

“Yeah? Well, that’s good or this was about to be really awkward and embarrassing.” You chuckled, leaning up against his chest. His hands were placed on the small of your back. “I want to go home with you. Not just tonight, but every night.”

“I think I can accommodate that.” You said, placing another gentle kiss to his lips. “I love you.” You mumbled against his lips.

“I love you.” He whispered back. God, you could get used to that.

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byler fanfic recs !

favorite of all time !

force of gravity - oceanfruit

literally the best fic i’ve ever read tbh. it’s got slow burn, angst, fluff, all the good stuff you know? idek how to describe the emotions i felt while reading this but it was an amazing experience. definitely my #1 byler fic recommendation 🫶

one shots !

i’d love to see me from your point of view - unidentifiedblackthorn

Mike and Will get high on Jonathan’s weed and Mike has an amazing idea.

you know me better than i do - unidentifiedblackthorn

Will can't avoid Mike forever, and they talk about what happened the day they got high together.

the right idea - candlelitheart

the basis for this fic is loosely inspired by the scene where jonathan and nancy get together in season two because i think it's one of the cutest scenes ever.

kiss it better - beansie

Mike and Will, through the years and in between the lines of friendship and something more.

magnetic pull - pressedviolets

Mike gets drunk at a party and kisses a boy. Will catches them together and is understandably confused.

sweeter than candy - smpshift

where Mike realizes he's head over heels for Will at 3 AM and mindlessly rides his bike across Hawkins just to tell him.

garden song - bafflingyew

Will is rooted to the ground, heart pounding. He wants this. He wants this so bad, but he needs to know that Mike is sure. He needs to know that he’s serious. He needs to know.

home is where the heart is - snoosnoom (moonsooms)

Living in a shared apartment with Will is all Mike could ask for, except for the part where he keeps thinking about kissing Will in the middle of their kitchen.

what do you do now, will the wise? - rainbownixie

The party is playing D&D together and Mike, as the dungeon master, won’t stop trying to make the Paladin and the Cleric flirt. He’s basically making moves on Will through the game. Will is caught off guard by this, and doesn’t know how to respond to the following question:

What do you do now, Will the Wise?

Everything comes down to a simple roll of dice.

the wooing of will byers (and other mishaps) - softzombieboy

With El still in confinement and Dustin increasingly preoccupied the remaining four members group together. Lucas and Max are inescapably a couple now, which makes it a little awkward for Mike and Will as they are unintentionally tagging along on dates. It is especially uncomfortable because Mike keeps insisting that he and Will do the same romantic things as their friends.

a little of that human touch - poetic patron

Will wakes up from a nightmare and Mike helps in the best way he knows how: Cuddles. Which would be fine, except for the fact he's been trying to hide his feelings for his best friend since the moment he touched down in California.

are you happy? - twistedrocketpower

Hopper doesn't care that Will is gay. He doesn't care that Will is in a relationship with a boy. He only cares that the boy is Mike Wheeler, the bane of his existence. He wants to make sure Will knows what he's doing, so he has a little chat with his stepson.

a three step plan to make will byers fall in love - romeowrites

The party concocts a three-step plan to get Will Byers to fall in love assuming, of course, that he hasn’t already.

busy tone - spaceeggscreams

Mike calls Will after a bad day, hoping to get through to his best friend after he's moved away. Instead, he's confronted with a busy tone. He talks anyway.

defensive positions - on_the_rook_cliff

Will and Mike end up cornered and Will becomes protective while Mike becomes flustered.

yes this is a byler fic but i wrote it at 5am and couldn’t think of a title - lillajoba

Just two bros being totally platonic in a motel room.

dance where the rain won’t hurt us - venusperia

mike wheeler doesn't love art — he just loves will byers.

four lessons about you - lia (liastories)

A collection of four times where Mike discovered new methods to make Will feel safe in his company, including how his ‘Will voice’ was born.

are you still mine? - shoto_scribbles

How music brings Mike and Will closer than any trauma could.

more than anyone else - idkilike5sos

An imagining of what would've happened if Will had been at home when Mike and Lucas went to apologise after the fight in season 3.

i want to dance with somebody (somebody who loves me) - beanwithaq

It's the S2 snowball but everyone is actually gay. Including the girl who Will is dancing with and Jennifer Hayes. Who really wanted to dance with that girl

birds of a feather flock together - bundibird

"You know," Robin tells Mike, her voice low and calm and soothing. "You can like both girls and boys."

Steve jerks in his seat like someone slapped him.

"What!?" he splutters, and it comes out as something halfway between a yelp and a squawk.

I Never Find Out 'Til I'm Head Over Heels - orphan_account

Wherein Mike believes he’s being obvious, Will doesn’t know what he believes, and the pair of them could use a lesson or two in effective communication. Somehow all of this has both nothing and everything to do with five years' worth of school dances.

eyecatcher - smoosnoom (moonsooms)

While volunteering at the Hawkins' help center, it seems like every girl around has a newfound interest in Will Byers, and Mike doesn't know why he feels the way he does.

you had me for a minute there - delusionaltogether (Whyyyyy)

senior year in hawkins

sealed with a kiss - astrobi

Listen. No one should ever let Mike make decisions right after he wakes up from a nap, okay? Especially not decisions where Will is concerned. This is so not his fault.

Follow Your Heart 'Til it Bleeds - teej_318

Will and Richie spend the summer bonding over their feelings for their friends Mike and Eddie. Robin gives them some much-needed advice when they hang out at Scoops Ahoy.

you got a fast car - castlebyer

it's spring of 1989, will and mike are young and in love. loosely based on how the song fast car by tracy chapman makes me feel minus the sad ending bc who wants that ?

Down to the Heart - disaster_energy

Mike doesn’t actually think Jonathan’s doing it on purpose, but he's starting to have his doubts.

Or, 5 times Jonathan shatters the moment and one time he doesn't.

dance with me (I think I really like you) - borealisaurora

Mike feels sad after coming back to his dorm from a party, and he reveals to his roommate Will that he’s never danced with anyone before. Will decides to change that :)

(College AU set in the 80s!)

Sober Thoughts - idk_ilike5sos

After an awkward game of spin the bottle at a party, Will takes Mike back to his place and receives a drunken confession about the game.

Walk of Shame - idk_ilike5sos

Mike wakes up in Will's bed, hungover after attending a party the night before. It's normal. Everything's fine... then he remembers.

make me your future history - andiwriteordie

A story of Will and Mike’s past, present, and plans for the future, told in seven parts.

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? - BoNUKA5

It's the end of 1988, and Mike is determined to confess his feelings to his best friend, Will. He hatches a plan to confess on New Year's Eve, because what is more romantic than kissing on New Year's Eve?

that funny feeling - delusionaltogether (Whyyyyy)

"So you- you haven't, like. Kissed anyone, then?" Mike asks, fully aware that he should probably just quit while he's ahead but needing to know, suddenly, if Will has any sort of romantic entanglements that he's neglected to tell Mike about. He's not sure why, but there's something in his gut that demands to know, has some sort of sudden need to know if Will has kissed anyone that's not him.

If Will has kissed anyone that's not-

Wait, what?

or: Mike is jealous of himself.

you in my heart - soukeye

It was sundown. Mike finally had the courage to look at Will straight in the face, witnessing up close the rosy blush on his cheeks and his long eyelashes. Mike Wheeler is so lucky to have a best friend like Will Byers. So lucky it made his heart hurt. Is this normal? Is this what close friendship is like? Because never did he feel so much with Lucas and Dustin, his heart practically palpitating with the only thoughts clouding his mind being the boy staring at him so affectionately.

undertow - beansie

Will has never had his first kiss. Mike is happy to lend a hand.

in progress !

why would you ever kiss me? - aghostlybreath

When Eleven saves Will from Vecna she gets more than she bargained for when they wake up in the wrong bodies. Now to prevent Vecna from infiltrating the mind of his most perfect host the two of them must pretend to be the other.

i think we have a lot in common - teddythebear

Eddie Munson Adopts Will Byers because Gay Found Family is my favorite trope!

god, just kiss already! - californiasummer

5 times the Party watched Mike and Will uselessly pine after another + 1 time they did something about it.

as the world ends, i'll find my home in you - romeowrites

The end of the world was almost peaceful. And then the screaming started.

My version of Stranger Things 5.

a loserparty groupchat <;3 - heydorothea18

Mike refuses to tell Richie anything about his friends. Naturally, this is an issue because Richie feels the need to make his cousin's life torture. After a thorough Instagram stalking (with Bev's help), a group chat is created.

When It's Over - ikrannn

Mike Wheeler disappeared from his family's household in Minnesota due to a wolf attack two years ago. One year ago, he came back to them in Hawkins Indiana, where he met his Party and the Losers Club. Now, he hopes that he can survive the turmoils of high school and balance being inhuman on top of that.

OR, haha werewolf fic go BRRR

The Search is Over - ur_ur_ur_mom

Mike moves to Hawkins from Chicago and completely changes Will Byers life.

i'll be your quiet afternoon crush - heydorothea18

Mike hadn't planned on getting arrested on his last day of summer vacation, but at least the chief of police had a cute son.

In Max's mind, getting arrested wasn't that huge of a deal. Getting arrested alongside Mike Wheeler, however, was. And El- the chief of police's daughter- was the biggest deal of all.

Rock 'n' Roll - bylerisc4non

One fateful October night in 1995, Will Byers is dragged by his step-sister, Jane, and her best friend to a rock concert. That was just the beginning…

Or, it's the 90s, Will's in college, Mike's in a band, and there's some...tension.

The Webbing of my Heart - kindoffruityig

Will Byers was a normal 16-year-old living in New York. That was until he got bit by a radioactive spider which changed the trajectory of his mundane life. As Will experiments with his new powers, he finds that he can help people, and save them from the everyday crimes that happen around the city of New York. Juggling his superhero life and his normal life is no easy job so Will has to put his all into it. Through his adventures of being a superhero, he pushes away those that were once the closest to him and has to deal with the responsibility of keeping a whole city safe and also keeping up with his ever-growing pile of schoolwork. Will he be able to keep his identity secret? Can he fight off the dangers that are headed for New York City? The only way to find out is to read, so enjoy!

completed !

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this) - blackdeathmamba

five times Mike kissed Will, and one time Will kissed back.

A Box of Unsent Letters Under My Bed, All Addressed To You - adhd_bisexual_nonbeany

Mike Wheeler doesn't understand why he can't just put a stamp on the envelope and place the letters in the mailbox

ill add more as i read more ! if your fanfic is in here and you want it removed, just comment/dm me. :)

also keep in mind that if you reblog this, any updates i add after that won’t show up on your reblog. if you want to see if i added more fics just go to the original post !

last updated 12/30

#byler #byler fanfic #ao3 #this will update pretty quickly i read fanfic too much-#also i’m gonna be reading A LOT of christmas fics because they’re 🫶 so

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byler fanfic recs !

favorite of all time !

force of gravity - oceanfruit

one shots !

i’d love to see me from your point of view - unidentifiedblackthorn

Mike and Will get high on Jonathan’s weed and Mike has an amazing idea.

you know me better than i do - unidentifiedblackthorn

Will can't avoid Mike forever, and they talk about what happened the day they got high together.

the right idea - candlelitheart

the basis for this fic is loosely inspired by the scene where jonathan and nancy get together in season two because i think it's one of the cutest scenes ever.

kiss it better - beansie

Mike and Will, through the years and in between the lines of friendship and something more.

magnetic pull - pressedviolets

Mike gets drunk at a party and kisses a boy. Will catches them together and is understandably confused.

sweeter than candy - smpshift

where Mike realizes he's head over heels for Will at 3 AM and mindlessly rides his bike across Hawkins just to tell him.

garden song - bafflingyew

Will is rooted to the ground, heart pounding. He wants this. He wants this so bad, but he needs to know that Mike is sure. He needs to know that he’s serious. He needs to know.

home is where the heart is - snoosnoom (moonsooms)

Living in a shared apartment with Will is all Mike could ask for, except for the part where he keeps thinking about kissing Will in the middle of their kitchen.

what do you do now, will the wise? - rainbownixie

What do you do now, Will the Wise?

Everything comes down to a simple roll of dice.

the wooing of will byers (and other mishaps) - softzombieboy

a little of that human touch - poetic patron

are you happy? - twistedrocketpower

a three step plan to make will byers fall in love - romeowrites

The party concocts a three-step plan to get Will Byers to fall in love assuming, of course, that he hasn’t already.

busy tone - spaceeggscreams

Mike calls Will after a bad day, hoping to get through to his best friend after he's moved away. Instead, he's confronted with a busy tone. He talks anyway.

defensive positions - on_the_rook_cliff

Will and Mike end up cornered and Will becomes protective while Mike becomes flustered.

yes this is a byler fic but i wrote it at 5am and couldn’t think of a title - lillajoba

Just two bros being totally platonic in a motel room.

dance where the rain won’t hurt us - venusperia

mike wheeler doesn't love art — he just loves will byers.

four lessons about you - lia (liastories)

A collection of four times where Mike discovered new methods to make Will feel safe in his company, including how his ‘Will voice’ was born.

are you still mine? - shoto_scribbles

How music brings Mike and Will closer than any trauma could.

more than anyone else - idkilike5sos

An imagining of what would've happened if Will had been at home when Mike and Lucas went to apologise after the fight in season 3.

i want to dance with somebody (somebody who loves me) - beanwithaq

It's the S2 snowball but everyone is actually gay. Including the girl who Will is dancing with and Jennifer Hayes. Who really wanted to dance with that girl

birds of a feather flock together - bundibird

"You know," Robin tells Mike, her voice low and calm and soothing. "You can like both girls and boys."

Steve jerks in his seat like someone slapped him.

"What!?" he splutters, and it comes out as something halfway between a yelp and a squawk.

I Never Find Out 'Til I'm Head Over Heels - orphan_account

eyecatcher - smoosnoom (moonsooms)

While volunteering at the Hawkins' help center, it seems like every girl around has a newfound interest in Will Byers, and Mike doesn't know why he feels the way he does.

you had me for a minute there - delusionaltogether (Whyyyyy)

senior year in hawkins

sealed with a kiss - astrobi

Listen. No one should ever let Mike make decisions right after he wakes up from a nap, okay? Especially not decisions where Will is concerned. This is so not his fault.

Follow Your Heart 'Til it Bleeds - teej_318

Will and Richie spend the summer bonding over their feelings for their friends Mike and Eddie. Robin gives them some much-needed advice when they hang out at Scoops Ahoy.

you got a fast car - castlebyer

it's spring of 1989, will and mike are young and in love. loosely based on how the song fast car by tracy chapman makes me feel minus the sad ending bc who wants that ?

Down to the Heart - disaster_energy

Mike doesn’t actually think Jonathan’s doing it on purpose, but he's starting to have his doubts.

Or, 5 times Jonathan shatters the moment and one time he doesn't.

dance with me (I think I really like you) - borealisaurora

Mike feels sad after coming back to his dorm from a party, and he reveals to his roommate Will that he’s never danced with anyone before. Will decides to change that :)

(College AU set in the 80s!)

Sober Thoughts - idk_ilike5sos

After an awkward game of spin the bottle at a party, Will takes Mike back to his place and receives a drunken confession about the game.

Walk of Shame - idk_ilike5sos

Mike wakes up in Will's bed, hungover after attending a party the night before. It's normal. Everything's fine... then he remembers.

make me your future history - andiwriteordie

A story of Will and Mike’s past, present, and plans for the future, told in seven parts.

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? - BoNUKA5

that funny feeling - delusionaltogether (Whyyyyy)

If Will has kissed anyone that's not-

Wait, what?

or: Mike is jealous of himself.

you in my heart - soukeye

undertow - beansie

Will has never had his first kiss. Mike is happy to lend a hand.

in progress !

why would you ever kiss me? - aghostlybreath

i think we have a lot in common - teddythebear

Eddie Munson Adopts Will Byers because Gay Found Family is my favorite trope!

god, just kiss already! - californiasummer

5 times the Party watched Mike and Will uselessly pine after another + 1 time they did something about it.

as the world ends, i'll find my home in you - romeowrites

The end of the world was almost peaceful. And then the screaming started.

My version of Stranger Things 5.

a loserparty groupchat - heydorothea18

When It's Over - ikrannn

OR, haha werewolf fic go BRRR

The Search is Over - ur_ur_ur_mom

Mike moves to Hawkins from Chicago and completely changes Will Byers life.

i'll be your quiet afternoon crush - heydorothea18

Mike hadn't planned on getting arrested on his last day of summer vacation, but at least the chief of police had a cute son.

In Max's mind, getting arrested wasn't that huge of a deal. Getting arrested alongside Mike Wheeler, however, was. And El- the chief of police's daughter- was the biggest deal of all.

Rock 'n' Roll - bylerisc4non

One fateful October night in 1995, Will Byers is dragged by his step-sister, Jane, and her best friend to a rock concert. That was just the beginning…

Or, it's the 90s, Will's in college, Mike's in a band, and there's some...tension.

The Webbing of my Heart - kindoffruityig

completed !

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this) - blackdeathmamba

five times Mike kissed Will, and one time Will kissed back.

A Box of Unsent Letters Under My Bed, All Addressed To You - adhd_bisexual_nonbeany

Mike Wheeler doesn't understand why he can't just put a stamp on the envelope and place the letters in the mailbox

ill add more as i read more ! if your fanfic is in here and you want it removed, just comment/dm me. :)

also keep in mind that if you reblog this, any updates i add after that won’t show up on your reblog. if you want to see if i added more fics just go to the original post !

last updated 12/30/22 (i swear imma update soon omfg 😨)

#reposting this from my old account so that i can update it soon!!#amai talks

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if you could make any sort of fan creation pop into existence, what would it be? could be a fic plot you'd like to see or an idea for an art piece or anything else

aww thanks for sending me this sorry everything i typed is so vague, i think i'd just be overwhelmed given the option to actually choose something made by someone else ♡

fics: idek i just love angst with a happy ending, thats all i can really ask for. a nice cry and a smile. that and my ongoing ridiculous fics i write in my head about my favorites as i drift off to sleep that vaguely change every night depending on my mood. like gimme a not actually unrequited love fic, gets me every time. the build up is so nice. ooh and i'm a sucker for soulmate AUs.

art: in an imaginary world where i could draw, honestly the options would be limitless. i'd draw cute shit for everyone. for me,realistically, i'd love to be able to edit a believable kiss. that's why all my romantic edits are near kisses because i've tried and it always looked so cringey and fake. now if it were someone ELSE drawing idk i just would love some sweet cuddles or kisses of my OTPs. i'm a simple gal who just loves sweet stuff idk

ultimate fantasy fanart creation that will never happen during my lifetime: wish we could send OTP movies we dreamed up to each other's minds lol

#i'm bland and boring lol sorry

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byler fanfic recs !

these are all of my byler fanfic recs :)

also, you may have seen this post on my old account @scrunklykou but i decided to just copy it to here so i could continue updating it. i am not copying them given that they are me lmao

favorite of all time !

force of gravity - oceanfruit

one shots !

i’d love to see me from your point of view - unidentifiedblackthorn

Mike and Will get high on Jonathan’s weed and Mike has an amazing idea.

you know me better than i do - unidentifiedblackthorn

Will can't avoid Mike forever, and they talk about what happened the day they got high together.

the right idea - candlelitheart

the basis for this fic is loosely inspired by the scene where jonathan and nancy get together in season two because i think it's one of the cutest scenes ever.

kiss it better - beansie

Mike and Will, through the years and in between the lines of friendship and something more.

magnetic pull - pressedviolets

Mike gets drunk at a party and kisses a boy. Will catches them together and is understandably confused.

sweeter than candy - smpshift

where Mike realizes he's head over heels for Will at 3 AM and mindlessly rides his bike across Hawkins just to tell him.

garden song - bafflingyew

Will is rooted to the ground, heart pounding. He wants this. He wants this so bad, but he needs to know that Mike is sure. He needs to know that he’s serious. He needs to know.

home is where the heart is - snoosnoom (moonsooms)

Living in a shared apartment with Will is all Mike could ask for, except for the part where he keeps thinking about kissing Will in the middle of their kitchen.

what do you do now, will the wise? - rainbownixie

What do you do now, Will the Wise?

Everything comes down to a simple roll of dice.

the wooing of will byers (and other mishaps) - softzombieboy

a little of that human touch - poetic patron

are you happy? - twistedrocketpower

a three step plan to make will byers fall in love - romeowrites

The party concocts a three-step plan to get Will Byers to fall in love assuming, of course, that he hasn’t already.

busy tone - spaceeggscreams

Mike calls Will after a bad day, hoping to get through to his best friend after he's moved away. Instead, he's confronted with a busy tone. He talks anyway.

defensive positions - on_the_rook_cliff

Will and Mike end up cornered and Will becomes protective while Mike becomes flustered.

yes this is a byler fic but i wrote it at 5am and couldn’t think of a title - lillajoba

Just two bros being totally platonic in a motel room.

dance where the rain won’t hurt us - venusperia

mike wheeler doesn't love art — he just loves will byers.

four lessons about you - lia (liastories)

A collection of four times where Mike discovered new methods to make Will feel safe in his company, including how his ‘Will voice’ was born.

are you still mine? - shoto_scribbles

How music brings Mike and Will closer than any trauma could.

more than anyone else - idkilike5sos

An imagining of what would've happened if Will had been at home when Mike and Lucas went to apologise after the fight in season 3.

i want to dance with somebody (somebody who loves me) - beanwithaq

It's the S2 snowball but everyone is actually gay. Including the girl who Will is dancing with and Jennifer Hayes. Who really wanted to dance with that girl

birds of a feather flock together - bundibird

"You know," Robin tells Mike, her voice low and calm and soothing. "You can like both girls and boys."

Steve jerks in his seat like someone slapped him.

"What!?" he splutters, and it comes out as something halfway between a yelp and a squawk.

I Never Find Out 'Til I'm Head Over Heels - orphan_account

eyecatcher - smoosnoom (moonsooms)

While volunteering at the Hawkins' help center, it seems like every girl around has a newfound interest in Will Byers, and Mike doesn't know why he feels the way he does.

you had me for a minute there - delusionaltogether (Whyyyyy)

senior year in hawkins

sealed with a kiss - astrobi

Listen. No one should ever let Mike make decisions right after he wakes up from a nap, okay? Especially not decisions where Will is concerned. This is so not his fault.

Follow Your Heart 'Til it Bleeds - teej_318

Will and Richie spend the summer bonding over their feelings for their friends Mike and Eddie. Robin gives them some much-needed advice when they hang out at Scoops Ahoy.

you got a fast car - castlebyer

it's spring of 1989, will and mike are young and in love. loosely based on how the song fast car by tracy chapman makes me feel minus the sad ending bc who wants that ?

Down to the Heart - disaster_energy

Mike doesn’t actually think Jonathan’s doing it on purpose, but he's starting to have his doubts.

Or, 5 times Jonathan shatters the moment and one time he doesn't.

dance with me (I think I really like you) - borealisaurora

Mike feels sad after coming back to his dorm from a party, and he reveals to his roommate Will that he’s never danced with anyone before. Will decides to change that :)

(College AU set in the 80s!)

Sober Thoughts - idk_ilike5sos

After an awkward game of spin the bottle at a party, Will takes Mike back to his place and receives a drunken confession about the game.

Walk of Shame - idk_ilike5sos

Mike wakes up in Will's bed, hungover after attending a party the night before. It's normal. Everything's fine... then he remembers.

make me your future history - andiwriteordie

A story of Will and Mike’s past, present, and plans for the future, told in seven parts.

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? - BoNUKA5

that funny feeling - delusionaltogether (Whyyyyy)

If Will has kissed anyone that's not-

Wait, what?

or: Mike is jealous of himself.

you in my heart - soukeye

undertow - beansie

Will has never had his first kiss. Mike is happy to lend a hand.

I don't quite know what to say (but I'm here in your doorway) - mikeslawyer

Mike confesses to Will - then kisses him. They don't talk about it, but maybe they should.

he's gonna notice me (it's okay, we're the best of friends) - mikeslawyer

Will gets sick and tired of never knowing if someone has a crush on him, so he asks for advice. Why do all the signs point to Mike?

in progress !

why would you ever kiss me? - aghostlybreath

i think we have a lot in common - teddythebear

Eddie Munson Adopts Will Byers because Gay Found Family is my favorite trope!

god, just kiss already! - californiasummer

5 times the Party watched Mike and Will uselessly pine after another + 1 time they did something about it.

as the world ends, i'll find my home in you - romeowrites

The end of the world was almost peaceful. And then the screaming started.

My version of Stranger Things 5.

a loserparty groupchat <;3 - heydorothea18

When It's Over - ikrannn

OR, haha werewolf fic go BRRR

The Search is Over - ur_ur_ur_mom

Mike moves to Hawkins from Chicago and completely changes Will Byers life.

i'll be your quiet afternoon crush - heydorothea18

Mike hadn't planned on getting arrested on his last day of summer vacation, but at least the chief of police had a cute son.

In Max's mind, getting arrested wasn't that huge of a deal. Getting arrested alongside Mike Wheeler, however, was. And El- the chief of police's daughter- was the biggest deal of all.

Rock 'n' Roll - bylerisc4non

One fateful October night in 1995, Will Byers is dragged by his step-sister, Jane, and her best friend to a rock concert. That was just the beginning…

Or, it's the 90s, Will's in college, Mike's in a band, and there's some...tension.

The Webbing of my Heart - kindoffruityig

completed !

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this) - blackdeathmamba

five times Mike kissed Will, and one time Will kissed back.

A Box of Unsent Letters Under My Bed, All Addressed To You - adhd_bisexual_nonbeany

Mike Wheeler doesn't understand why he can't just put a stamp on the envelope and place the letters in the mailbox

ill add more as i read more ! if your fanfic is in here and you want it removed, just comment/dm me. :)

also keep in mind that if you reblog this, any updates i add after that won’t show up on your reblog. if you want to see if i added more fics just go to the original post !

last updated 4/30

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #byler fanfic #🧺💐

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