#could u imagine if that's when mike maybe had an inkling of will's feelings and then at the end of s3 he realized His feelings and then

[bylertruther]

"it's not my fault you don't like girls!" is such a crazy line for so many reasons.

they filmed versions with mike saying "you don't like girls yet" but didn't use it. hm.

"you don't like girls"? so... mike knows, right? and he backs down because bringing it up (even though technically it's not uncalled for since will was the first to make it personal but anyway) clearly hurt will?

"it's not my fault" so mike recognizes that will is unfairly zeroing in on him? that he's upset with mike specifically being the one to get a girlfriend and abandon him, himself, and their party for her?

"it's not my fault" so it's true that he feels suddenly cornered and attacked here, and that's why he puts his foot in his mouth? that he really wasn't trying to be a jerk like many still think?

the general fact that mike obviously is not the reason will's gay, but also he kind of is very much the reason lmao.

the way that he basically says "listen, i know that you're gay and all, but did you seriously think it was going to be you and me, together, us and only us, sitting in what has always been our safe space doing that which has always brought us joy, forever?" and will responds with a very simple "yes. i did. i really did." that kills and breaks the heart of everyone in a 5k mile radius including them. :(

#mine #it will never Not be insane methinks #could u imagine if that's when mike maybe had an inkling of will's feelings and then at the end of s3 he realized His feelings and then #there's the radio silence between them n mike is always calling calling calling only to receive Nothing At All from will and hears from el #tht he's painting for who she thinks is a girl so in his mind he's like 'fuck. i guess it was possible after all. :/' but whatever it's fin #his heart hurts but it's fine it Has to be fine they can still be friends and that'll just have to be enough it's okay he has el it's Fine #it's literally soooooooooooo fine so he's trying to ask will questions like he doesn't wanna fucking off himself rn LMAO but will is being #rude for whatever reason which like. weird. but No This Is Fine I'll Make It Fine Maybe It's Just The Distance Idk :( so he keeps trying n #cracks a joke but will doesn't laugh he just stares at him with a Done^tm look on his face so fuckign whatever it's not fine but #WHATEVER his gf has been lying to him for months and will didn't say anything AT ALL not abt that and just in fucking general will who said #'not possible' but clearly Lied abt it and likes someone else now while he's reeling over this still and then it turns out tht will is #hurting too so mike extends an olive branch again n takes full blame n responsibility even though he doesn't need to at all and he opens up #to will abt things he doesn't tell anyone else and it's Good it's Working and will gives him the most beautiful painting ever but oh... #it's not from him.. it's from el.. :/ ok... and everything he's saying is from el and every time he tries to talk to will he ends up making #it about el so like. okay. alright. i guess he did move on. which is fine bc it has to be fine bc he only wants to be best friends again n #mike will never say no to him n then el is dying n then the world splits in 4 n then max dies n then she doesn't n el isn't talking to him #and she's keeping things from him again and will is in trouble again And Nothing Is Fucking Fine Actually and he STILL doesn't kno tht will #told him the biggest lie EVER and like. jesus fucking christ. could u imagine being mike wheeler i'd fucking kms THAT'S TOO MUCH STRESS!

[sftbyers]

The Two of Us, Alone

Hey so I decided to write a Ryers fic bc I was bored and there’s simply never enough Ryers content out there! Tbh, it turned into more of introspect-Will fic but I hope y’all like it anyways!

The Party was at... a party. Not the first one they had ever been to by any means, but it was a rare occurrence all the same. High school had been weird for the friends: they all grew up and, on some level, their social status’ had elevated. Not to the extent that they were popular popular, but - Lucas done sports, and Mike was in a band, and Jane was the new kid which meant that the intrigue surrounding her around shot her to what was essentially immediate popularity. Max had always really been cool, Will’s artsy image helped him out and even Dustin on some level was no longer considered to be just a nerd; even if his social status had elevated mostly by association.

So, they were at a party. Again, it wasn’t something they done often - even with their newfound “coolness” they tended to prefer movie nights in over a typical high school house party. But it was New Years, and they thought that there was probably something to celebrate out of that.

Mike and El and Max and Lucas had paired off quickly, which wasn’t unusual. As much as Will loved them, they’re undying love for one another could be a little too much sometimes, so Will was honestly glad he wouldn’t have to endure that. Dustin himself had wandered off to a group of people he knew from the Decathlon team, and even from across the room he could see him amibicly talking, hands flying everywhere. It made Will smile to see the group Dustin had surrounded himself with laughing every other second, almost to the point of tears. Dustin deserved every little bit of appreciation and attention he got, and to see the way Dustin’s cheeks grew redder and his smile grow wider made Will feel so... content. He was happy his friends were happy.

That, however, left Will. After being essentially abandoned after the first half hour, he had wandered uselessly to the couch with a beer in hand, watching the party around him. It’s not like there wasn’t anybody else Will could talk to - he could see his art friends in one corner, and friends from his other classes scattered around, throwing him friendly and inviting smiles. It’s not like Will was disliked - it was the contrary, actually, despite what he had expected after his middle school torment. At first Will thought it might of been out of pity, or everyone simply walking on egg shells around the kid who came back to life - Zombie Boy, Will thought bitterly. But the kindness never faded away, and the new friends he met only grew more comfortable around him, and vice verse. So really, Will had plenty of people he could talk to at the party.

It’s a pity there was only one person he actually wanted to talk to.

Out of his entire high school experience, Richie Tozier was the one thing he could have never imagined. Richie was a world wind. He had transferred half way through Freshmen year and immediately latched himself onto the party due to how they reminded him of the losers; something Will would later find out. Not everyone was pleased at first - Mike being particularly unwelcoming of their new friend and the consequent change of the groups dynamic. But not Will. He couldn’t understand why, but Richie made Will happy in ways he had never felt before. Every time he made a comment, or quip, it made Will’s heart burn.

But it wasn’t just that. It was the way Richie looked at Will, as if he was the brightest, best thing he’d ever seen. It was the way he wrapped his arm around his shoulder when he felt Will begin to tense in overwhelming social situations, or the way he would spend hours on end talking to Will after a bad nightmare - or even just talking to him for hours on end in general.

It made Will’s heart want to burst.

And though it shouldn’t have came as a surprise really, Will seriously could’ve have sworn he was dreaming when Richie asked him out.

Homosexuality, of course, was frowned upon in Hawkins. But that didn’t stop Will from knowing he liked boys since he was 9, and it certainly didn’t stop him from nodding shyly at a nervous looking Richie, who shot a relieved grin back. And it didn’t stop the boys from dating either.

Sure, they kept it on the down low. Nobody knew: not even the party, or Will’s mom or brother. It was too risky, even if Will knew that the party would never judge him for such a thing (or, at least, he hoped they wouldn’t). Will even had an inkling suspicion that Joyce already knew, but he couldn’t force himself to bring it up with her.

So they kept it quiet. And that was mostly okay for them. Except for moments like now - where Eleven and Mike and Max and Lucas could publicly make out in a corner while Will sat on the couch alone. He knew Richie was already at the party when they arrived, and although he hadn’t seen him since, it sucked that Will couldn’t march inside and find Richie and kiss him till he couldn’t breathe and be his boyfriend.

It was 10 to 12, and Will rolled his eyes at himself before moving to go outside. Everyone was beginning to crowd in the living room and even in his sulky mood Will could feel his anxiety begin to rise, so he knew the best thing to do was to probably avoid that situation all together. Mike grabbed his arm on his way out, him and El seemingly pulling themselves away from each other long enough to join the party.

“You okay?” Mike asked, ever concerned with furrowed eyebrows and his hand dug into Will’s arm.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just need some air, I’ll be back in a few.” Will smiled, itching to move away.

“Well, okay... just remember it’s almost 12, and you can’t miss the New Years!” Mike cheered happily, releasing his arm, seemingly satisfied with his answer.

Will gave a nod, and another small smile, before finally making it outside and shutting the door tight behind him.

He lowered himself on the decking and shut his eyes, enjoying what was mostly quiet, save for the muffled shouting inside.

“Kind of a lame party, huh?”

Will jumped looking up, seeing Richie at the other side of the decking, legs sprawled our and a lazy smile on his face.

“I didn’t even see you out here.” Will smiled, more genuinely than before, heart rate quickening rather than slowing down when he looked towards his boyfriend.

“Yeah, been out here for a while now.” Richie replied, “It was getting too much in there for me.”

“Yeah.” Will agreed, fiddling with his fingers. A moment passed.

“So, you gonna get the fuck over here or what, Byers?”

Will grinned, and rolling his eyes moved over to the other boy who’s arms were out and waiting.

“It has been kind of boring.” Will confessed, now sitting firmly under Richie’s arm.

“You’re fucking telling me William, you’re my only saving grace in any social event and I’m only now just seeing you.” Richie groaned, his warm breath fanning over the back of Will’s neck, making the smaller boy shiver.

“I know right? It sucks that I can’t be with you in the way that the others get to be.” Will huffed, feeling Richie’s fingers trail along his sides and dip beneath his shirt.

“Well, we’re alone now,” Richie reasoned, “and I’m pretty sure we can be with each other any way we want when we’re alone.” His voice tickled Will’s ear.

“Yeah, I guess.” Will breathed out, turning to face the other boy.

Richie smiled gently down at him, arms coming to fully circle his waist. His eyes were gentle, and his smile was warm, and Will couldn’t understand why him loving Richie - beautiful, kind, sweet Richie - was such a crime.

“It’s almost midnight.” Richie whispered, and Will could hear the excited screams from inside counting down from 20.

“Mhm.” Will whispered back, eyes slipped shut as his hands travelled behind Richie’s neck, pulling him closer.

“You know, as much as I liked ‘87, I think ‘88 will be pretty alright as long as I still have you.” Richie smiled, face leaning so close he could almost touch. Richie sounded so soft, so sincere that Will couldn’t even mock him for the cheesiness.

“Same. You’re the best I’ve got.” Will smiled back, matching the sentimentality. There was only 10 seconds to go.

“Hey, Will. I love you.”

“I know. Love you too, Rich.”

Maybe 1988 will be different for him and Richie, Will thought. Maybe gay people will suddenly be accepted, and he and Richie wouldn’t have to sneak outside of a party where it was quiet and lonely to kiss each other.

As it were, they were pretty content kissing there way into the year, wrapped around each other where they belonged.

@bakadeno here u go again pls dont judge meeee and thank u for ur encouragement <3

#ryers #ryers fic #richie tozier x will byers

[writingwife-83]

Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 4- First Sleepover

I’m pretty late with this! For most of you it’s probably Day 5 already lol. But I really wanted to give this one a try. This is how I imagine things, and I guess it doesn’t really directly conflict with canon, despite the fact that this theme doesn’t have to be canon compliant. Idk, hope you guys enjoy it...gonna go do laundry now lol!

He Needs The Space

Molly peered over the edge of her bed, looking down into the sea green eyes that stared back at her.

“Honestly, it’s fine. I’d actually feel better if you just came up here,” she stated sincerely. 

It wasn’t a lie. She did hate to think of him sleeping on the hard floor.

Sherlock had turned up at her door a couple hours before, dripping wet and looking like a stray dog in need of some loving care. Molly didn’t hesitate to invite him in. True, she’d only known him a couple of months, but Mike Stamford had known him longer. She’d heard nothing but good things. Well, perhaps not everything was good. But she’d heard enough to know he wasn’t a man to distrust or fear. And besides...she could just tell. 

It was painful for her to think of him bouncing around from place to place since his move to the city some weeks before. Apparently there was no family or friends he cared to stay with. She hated to think of him in the streets or God knows where else. Molly couldn’t say for sure what had motivated him to descend on her flat that night, but she was awfully glad he did. 

“This would hardly be an issue if you had another bed in your spare room. Or at least a couch in your sitting room,” he groused softly from his spot on the floor. 

“Yeah, I know,” Molly agreed with an embarrassed laugh. “It’s just that I’ve been working non stop since my move. And besides, it’s just me so I figured I had some time to sort out furnishings. And everything in the city is so expensive! So I started wondering if perhaps I should take some time to shop around for a better bargain and-”

“No need for all the details, Molly,” he said with an accompanying sigh as he finally got up with his pillow, tossing it onto the bed beside her in silent acceptance of her invitation.

She pressed her lips together as he rounded the bed to climb in on the other side. She’d would have been lying if she’d claimed her heart wasn’t beating out of her chest. By this time, and even weeks before, she had become plenty sure that she was falling hard for this idiot man.

Molly shut her eyes and sucked in a breath as he settled in next to her, causing the smell of her soap to hit her nose. It didn’t matter that it was the same old stuff she’d used for years. The fact that it had mingled with his heavenly skin in the steam of her shower had turned it into an unfairly intoxicating aroma. 

“Should be firmer.”

Molly’s eyes opened again. “W-what?”

“Your mattress. Should be a touch firmer for added support. You work a physical job; moving cadavers, leaning over for post-mortems and examining samples. Your posture will thank you in the years to come,” he stated flatly.

She paused, eyes darting around as she wondered how best to respond to that. “U-um...yeah, ok. Maybe I’ll look into that.”

Another moment of silence and his voice rumbled softly in the darkness again.

“Also...I prefer a firmer mattress.”

Molly turned to look at him, seeing his profile in the moonlight. “Oh,” she squeaked. “I’ll um, keep that in mind when I’m shopping for spare beds.”

Slowly, he turned and looked back at her, speaking hesitantly. “You’d...be willing to...put me up again then?”

She smiled, though maybe he couldn’t see. “Yeah, of course, Sherlock. It’s my pleasure.” Oops, she thought. Maybe not the best phraseology under the circumstances. 

“I think it’s only fair to warn you though,” he went on, “that I will likely take advantage if you agree to such an arrangement. I have been told on many occasions that I do that.”

Molly shrugged against her pillow. “No problem,” she responded brightly. “Feel free to take advantage of me.” 

She squeezed her eyes shut and felt her face heat up. God, that was even worse than the last choice of words! And to her horror she heard him chuckle next to her, clearly finding the humor in her verbal misstep.

“By the way, convenient that you don’t have a boyfriend at the moment.”

She glanced at him again in surprise. “Why?”

“I’m aware that most men would be threatened by the idea that their girlfriend would allow another man to regularly spend the night.”

“True,” she agreed. “So if I get a boyfriend-”

“Why would you get a boyfriend?” The words were barely separated as he interrupted rapid fire. 

Molly was a little taken aback. “W-why wouldn’t I?”

“Seems a stupid arrangement and you’re an intelligent woman,” he bit back. “Why waste your time?”

Molly let out a short laugh, unable to hold back her frank and unapologetic answer. “Maybe because, as an intelligent woman, I happen to know what I like. And I do actually like having a man in my bed for a reason other than the fact that he doesn’t want to be stuck in the rain.”

Sherlock cleared his throat nervously. Good, Molly thought. She smiled proudly to herself at the idea that she could make him squirm just a bit. She rather hoped it wouldn’t be the last time. 

She had no idea how right she was.

She had no inkling then of the way his eyes would later widen when she’d occasionally hurry from the bathroom to her bedroom wrapped only in a towel, or when the weather turned a bit warmer and she’d opt for a long tee shirt instead of her bulky sweats. She had no way to know how his pulse would later race when she’d reach over him to grab something off the nightstand on his side, or when her leg happened to graze his beneath the covers. And naturally she had no clue of the interesting sorts of dreams that would eventually begin to fill the sleeping mind of Sherlock Holmes as she lay peacefully next to him. And she never would have guessed that on one emotionally charged night some years later, he’d unexpectedly reach out for her. 

As Molly Hooper lay there that first night, her nose filled with the smell of him and ears soothed with the sound of his breathing, none of those possibilities occurred to her. No, she was only mentally planning out some of her upcoming furniture purchases for her new flat as she slowly drifted off. And she made a special mental note, considering the circumstances of course, to put priority on a bed for that spare bedroom.

A bed which Sherlock Holmes would never end up sleeping in.

#sherlolly #mollock #sherlollyweek2017 #day 4 first sleepover #will post on AO3 soon #i feel more blah about this than when I first had the idea #now that I've written it I'm less wowed than when it was in my head lol #eh that's ok #here just take it! #lol