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ohfallingdisco · 1 year

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recent fav byler fics (ao3)

would recommend <3 how are you all geniuses

5k+ you are sick (and you’re married) by wiseatom

Will’s favorite coffeeshop regular comes in with a girl. Clearly, they’re married. (1/1)

Dumbstruck by embarrassedwithapicketsign

Will gets doped up on pain meds after Dustin accidentally hits him with a board, and Mike is being normal. He is.

Finally Boyfriends (Actually, We've Been Dating For Five Years) by Vecnas_Left_Toe

Will and Mike finally got together the night before, and the following day, are now balancing being affectionate and deciding whether or not to tell their friends. (1/1)

in the closet (at mike wheeler's house) by andiwriteordie

Suddenly, Mike Wheeler is pushing Will back into the closet, and the door closes quickly on the two of them (and the apocalypse). Because... you know... the universe is an asshole and stuff. (1/1)

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need-to-snow basis by smoosnoom

Mike has been acting strange, and, if Will didn't know any better, he'd almost think Mike was flirting with him. Thankfully, he knows better. Kind of. (1/1)

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

It’s Christmas break and Mike Wheeler is having a crisis. The rest of the party concocts a three-step plan to get Will Byers to fall in love—assuming, of course, that he hasn’t already. (1/1)

Going Too Far Just to Have You Near by borealisaurora

Mike Wheeler always seems to gravitate toward Will Byers. When Robin points this out, he thinks she’s crazy, and they strike a deal. If she wins, he has to consider that maybe Mike has a crush on him too. (1/1)

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it would be the death of you to come with me by willow_lark

Will is gone, and no one is sure where he is. Mike thinks he might have an idea, though, and sets off to not only find him, but get some answers regarding the name on his wrist this morning, and why Will hadn't said anything about it at all. (1/1)

just gotta call on me by wiseatom

Five times Mike and Will shared a phone call throughout the years, plus one time they didn't have to. (1/1)

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playing pretend never felt so real by RomeoWrites

“So, what were you saying then? About your mom and the vacation?” Mike and Will pretend to date. It goes exactly how you would imagine. (1/1)

the words we held back by mogiah

Mike and Will get Holly'd. “Why didn’t you call?” Will’s breath hitches. “What?” “Mike called you almost every day but you never called. Mike complained all the time.”

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roll for initiative by sapphicwithapen

A Jumanji AU where Mike’s homebrew DND campaign is a bit more than just a game. (14/18)

Much Ado About... Something? by RainyPebble07

For his senior year, Will Byers decides to try out theater. The school is putting on Much Ado About Nothing. He's sure it'll be fun...even if he does have a hopeless crush on the lead actor. (28/28)

#mike wheeler/will byers #byler #byler fanfic #byler fics #fic recs #ao3 #i got distracted reading these again

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a1exies · 4 days

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So I finished it 😶 it’s ass I’m not gonna lie so pls give me constructive criticism god knows I desperately need it.

I’ll probably fix it up but I just wanted to get it out for now cause I was going a tiny bit insane

#byler fanfic #mike wheeler #mike wheeler centric #mike wheeler fanfiction #stranger things #will byers #byler fic #byler #mike wheeler/will byers #byler endgame

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spoodrm4n · 1 year

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The Great War

Pairings: Will Byer x Mike Wheeler

Warnings: S4 spoilers, angst!!

Summary: The party figures out the key to stopping Vecna, but it comes at a price Mike Wheeler isn’t willing to pay.

Word Count: 2.2K

“This doesn’t make any sense! Why would the Upside Down still be connected to our world even if the gates are all closed?” Lucas groaned, throwing his hands up in the air. The five of them; Lucas, Dustin, Mike, Will, and El all sat in the Wheeler’s basement, attempting to uncover a solution to the problem at hand. Dustin sits on the coffee table in front of the couch who seats Mike, El, and Lucas. Will had taken his place on the floor by Mike’s legs.

“Maybe there’s some demobats or demodogs that we didn’t take care of?” Mike suggests, shoulders raising in a shrug. Dustin shakes his head, eyebrows drawn together.

“All of the Upside Down monsters die whenever the gates close. Creel wouldn’t be able to gain any power through them.” Dustin debunked, now pacing back and forth in front of them.

“So, maybe there’s other gates? Nancy said she went through a temporary gate when all of this started, maybe he can just make temporary ones?” Lucas says, leaning forward in his seat.

“That still doesn’t make sense. He shouldn’t be able to do that unless there’s a connection here…” Dustin trails off. He stops pacing and stands there for a second before he’s snapping his fingers and walking back and forth again. “Maybe Henry has a connection here– like a spy! Remember when Will got possessed and the Mind Flayer was using him? Maybe it’s possessed someone else.” Dustin speeds through his explanation but Will catches every word, dread settling in the pit of his stomach. The pieces are beginning to align themselves. El turns to look at Will, realization already settled on her features. Lucas, Mike, and Dustin miss it and continue.

“So we just have to find the person who’s been possessed and sever the connection!” Mike simplifies, but Lucas is shaking his head.

“There’s no way we can find them. We don’t know everyone in Hawkins and even if we did, not well enough. Mike was the only one who realized that Will wasn’t really Will.” Lucas points out, eyebrows raised and awaiting a response.

“But the only way the Mind Flayer can possess someone is if they’ve been in the Upside Down.” Dustin adds and the ball is rolling again. Will and El stay quiet.

“We know a handful of people who have been in the Upside Down: Steve, Nancy, Robin, Will, El, and you too Dustin.” Lucas counts off.

“But we know them and none of them have been acting off. Even if they had been, none of them have a connection with the Upside Down, the only ones that have a connection are El and…” Dustin stops for the second time, but this time it feels final. Will watches the color drain from Dustin’s face as their eyes meet and Will knows that Dustin has figured out what him and El have. Mike and Lucas’ eyes follow Dustin’s gaze, faces concerned.

“Will is the connection.” El finally speaks up, voice small. The room is silent and Will wants to vomit.

“We need to sever the connection.” Lucas whispers and Mike is whipping his head around to face the latter.

“No way, Will’s not even possessed anymore!” Mike argues, whipping his head around to face Lucas.

“He is not, but he is still connected to the Upside Down in a way that even I am not.” El tries but Mike won’t accept it.

“This is insane! Are you guys even hearing yourselves?” Mike is almost yelling, hands motioning wildly in front of him. Will is turning to face Mike now, a determination set in his eyes that makes Mike want to cry.

Mike knows that look. Mike has seen that look whenever Will makes a reckless, selfless decision in D&D in favor of the party. He’s seen that look whenever Will has taken the brunt of the bullying for the sake of his friends. He’s seen that look when Will had come back from the Upside Down for the first time and has told everyone he was fine. He’s seen that look when Will has agreed to do whatever the rest of the party wants to do instead of speaking up for himself. He’s seen that look when Will has been face to face with the most terrifying creatures the world has to offer. Mike knows that look and he hates it.

“Mike–”

“Will, please.” They say at the same time and their eyes stay locked on one another. The rest of the party stays silent as the two stare at each other, pleading silently with one another. El grabs Lucas and Dustin, guiding them upstairs to leave the two alone. The three shoot one last worried glance towards the two before exiting the basement.

“Mike, this isn’t your decision to make.” Will sighs, moving to sit on the coffee table in front of Mike. Their knees touch and they keep eye contact.

“I don’t care! We can’t just-just–” And Mike can’t even finish the sentence. Nausea crawls up his throat.

“Just think about how many people it would save. The whole world is in danger, Mike. I am just one person. One very unlucky person,” Will chokes off something between a laugh and a sob. Mike’s heart drops.

“There has to be another way. This shouldn’t be on you. You didn’t ask for any of this!” Mike’s frustration spills out, tears brimming his eyes.

“I know, Mike, but it’s on me anyway. I’d rather it be on me than anyone else.” Will’s voice is steady and level and Mike doesn’t understand because Will should be devastated. Will should be screaming and sobbing and arguing and he’s not. That’s what scares Mike.

“I can’t lose you.” Mike breathes, arguments crumbling and tone now soft. And Will laughs bitterly.

“Haven’t you already?” Mike’s been slapped in the face before, but Will’s words give him more whiplash than he’s ever experienced. Anger bubbles up his throat and he doesn’t stop the words from pouring from his lips.

“I know you lied.” He’s changed the subject and Mike can see the words Will had planned die on his tongue.

“Lied? When did I lie?” Will stutters out, hands white knuckling the edge of the coffee table.

“About the painting. El didn’t know what you were painting. She thought it was for a girl.” Mike sneers, venom laced within every syllable.

“I-I didn’t lie–” Will starts but Mike doesn’t let him finish.

“All that stuff you said about how El needs me, how I’m the heart, how I make her feel like she’s not a mistake.” Mike recalls, tone bitter on his tongue. His leg is bouncing and rubbing slightly against the fabric of the couch. Will’s eyebrows furrow and he nervously taps his thumb against the wood of the coffee table.

“That wasn’t a lie! Not all of it, at least.” Will adds, arms crossing over his chest.

“What do you even mean? You still lied to me, Will! You made me feel stupid! You’ve never lied to me.” And Mike is angry, but he’s also so confused. Will has never lied to Mike.

“That stuff is still true– it just isn’t true when it comes to El.” Will says the last part almost as if it’s a question, anxiety riddled within his tone. Suddenly, Mike is aware of what Will is saying and what he’s implying.

Oh.

Will watched the pieces come together in Mike’s expression. His eyebrows slowly raise and his lips part, mouth forming an ‘o’.

“I shouldn’t have lied, I’m sorry, but I… I just couldn’t.” Will doesn’t have to explain what he couldn’t do to Mike. Mike understands. The last year has been an internal struggle that Mike has cried about countless nights and here Will is in front of him, telling him that it’s okay because he feels the same way.

“Is it true? Everything you said?” Mike is grasping at the straws Will has thrown at him, desperate to assemble an answer. Will swallows and Mike can feel the anxiety radiating off of him. Will dares a glance up at Mike.

“Yeah. I would never lie to you.” It’s barely a whisper but Mike hears it. Mike hears it and his world is crumbling because he’s just gotten Will back and he’s about to be ripped from him and he can’t do anything to stop it.

“You can’t do this, Will.” The anger has dissipated and in its place leaves melancholia. The mood has shifted again and Will is leaning forward, elbows meeting his knees and face closer to Mike’s.

“This started with me and it needs to end with me, Mike. We can’t change it if we wanted to.” Will’s voice is shaky in contrast to the firmness his tone held earlier.

Will is terrified; he’s sure that Mike and the rest of the party can see right through the mask he’s wearing. Will doesn’t want to die, but he wants this to be over. He wants his family and friends to be able to finally live in peace. He wants them to be happy, even if the price is his own life. It’s a price he’s ultimately willing to pay.

“We’ll think of another way! We just need a bit more time–”

“Mike. You and I both know that we don’t have anymore time and that this is the only way. It’s fucked, sure,” Mike has only ever heard Will curse twice; once when he flew over his handle bars down a gravel road and a second when he had woken up from a nightmare. “But this is the way it was always meant to end, I think.”

“I can’t lose you.” The sob that accompanies his words sounds pathetic, but Mike can’t bring himself to care.

“I’m sorry.” Mike realizes it’s absolutely insane for Will to be apologizing to him right now. Will is the one who has to deal with the thought of dying in the very near future. Will is the one that has the weight of the world on his shoulders right now, not Mike. Mike can’t help but be selfish when it comes to Will. He always has been.

Will stands and sits beside Mike, torso facing him and arms circling around his shoulders. Mike lets himself be pulled into Will’s chest. Will isn’t the frail, small kid he used to be. He’s grown into himself. His shoulders are broad, his arms are strong, and he’s built well. Even then, he still feels like home to Mike.

“I love you.” Mike has never thought a sentence through in his life and he doesn’t have to think this one through. It comes so naturally to him. There’s been times where he’s had to bite his tongue to keep the endearment from slipping out whenever he’s with Will, but this time he doesn’t have to hold back.

The room is silent and it takes Mike a minute to pick out the quiet sound that is Will crying. Will has always been a silent cryer, never wanting to draw attention to himself; which makes the sudden choked off sob that comes from him even more startling. It doesn’t stop at one, Will is full on breaking down now and Mike can only hold him tighter.

“I’m s-sorry.” Mike grimaces, tears rolling down his own cheeks as Will buries his face into the crook of Mike’s neck.

“Will,” Mike’s voice is soft, a tone that Max had previously deemed his ‘Will voice’. His hands find Will’s cheeks, gently guiding him to where their eyes meet. Will rests his forehead against Mike’s, swallowing sobs and bitter tears dripping down his face.

Mike still thinks he’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Breathe with me,” Mike demonstrates first and Will follows his lead, slowly rising above the waves of fear that consumed him. They stay like that for a while, breathing in each other. Will’s eyes are closed now and Mike can’t help but continue to stare. They’ve intertwined their hands in Mike’s lap and his thumb rubs the back of Will’s hand soothingly.

He drinks the moment in because he knows that he won’t have Will forever. After a second, Mike is closing the distance between them and their lips meet. Will doesn’t pull away, but does the opposite. He’s leaning in, head tilting slightly and Mike lets go of Will’s hands to cup his cheeks. Will’s own hands find their way into Mike’s raven black hair, fingers tangling in the strands and hands nudging him ever so slightly more forwards.

Will tastes like warm tears and strawberry chapstick. There’s a mix of dread and love between them and it draws Mike in, but also makes him scared of the attachment.

They’re pulling apart before Mike can further fall into the comfort that is Will and reality is an ice cold bucket of water being dumped on his head. But then–

“I love you too.” Will breathes and Mike is surging back in for more. This kiss is different. There’s a sense of urgency behind it. They know that there’s only a limited amount of time between them now; almost like an alarm clock ready to wake them from a nightmare.

Mike has never been more determined to prove someone wrong in his life.

“We will figure this out. I won’t lose you.”

#byler #byler fic #byler fanfic #mike wheeler x will byers #will byers x mike wheeler #mike wheeler/will byers #will byers/mike wheeler #stranger things s5 fic #will byers is the connection #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #byler angst

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serendipitouswasteland · 1 year

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That Person Wasn't A Girl, Was It?

Note: This was transcribed from my AO3.

ship: byler pov: third person written: July 23, 2022 first published: July 24, 2022 word count: 1,985 - summary: After a long week of fighting Vecna from afar, the Cali Crew is finally safe and back in Hawkins with all of their friends and family (some better off than others). Then they watched as the Upside Down began to swallow their world whole. At first they wanted to create a plan, but they ended up calling it a night instead. But that brought on capers of its own, specifically between two boys who have been through it all together, leading them both to keep secrets from everyone they know and each other.

Will follows Mike upstairs and to his bedroom, a place that he hasn't seen in nearly a year now, maybe even longer. For the first few months after Will was still recovering from being possessed, the two would have a sleepover every night that they possibly could, as per Mike's request (although Will wasn't going to complain. after all, it allowed for some much needed one-on-one time with his best friend). Then things between Mike and El started to get more serious, and Will was happy for them, and he himself needed some time to himself, too, so when Mike began visiting El on Saturday's, Will hadn't had a problem. But then summer hit, and that's when everything changed.

During the school year, Will at least had Dustin to lean onto with being single (and singled-out) in comparison to Lucas and Max and Mike and El. But summer came and Dustin was off at science camp, so that left Will to be the third wheel to the rest of his friends. He didn't mind so much whenever they were all hanging out, or even when Mike and El weren't there, because Lucas and Max always made sure to make him feel included. But just like all couples, Max and Lucas went on their own dates sometimes, leaving Will with El and Mike.

Mike pushes his bedroom door open, allowing Will to go in first. As Will looks around, he can feel as his heart sinks to his stomach. It's a mess (and considering who Mike's mother is and how his room has always been spotless, Will could immediately sense that something is wrong). The floor is covered in piles of clothes, shoes, and school papers. The desk is littered with past-due assignments and...is that artwork? Will shakes his head, diverting his attention to the closet, the door open wide with a mirror hanging off of it, a jacket hanging over top of it. Inside it's clear that the mess isn't any better, only a few shirts hung up and junk crammed all on the floor. Even Mike's bed isn't made, the pillows all shuffled around and the comforter pulled halfway to the foot of the mattress.

"I know it's kind of a mess. I've been having some trouble keeping things clean and organized."

"Has your mom seen this?"

"Yeah, and she's not happy about it, but when I explained to her that...nevermind. It doesn't matter. Uhm, you can borrow whatever clothes that you want. I'm just gonna grab whatever this is and go to the bathroom and change, so I'll be right back."

"Okay."

Mike smiles tightly, leaving the room quickly with a pat on the doorframe. Will continues to look around for a moment before digging through one of the piles on the floor next to Mike's bed. He pulls out a white shirt with black sleeves, a red devil, some weapons, and the word Hellfire bridging over top of it all. Will slips off his gray sweatshirt (his yellow flannel having been taken off hours ago after he'd showered at the cabin) and slips the shirt on.

It's a bit long, a product of Mike being quite lanky, but Will fills it out pretty well. Will digs around some more, eventually finding a pair of gray sweatpants from years ago that, despite probably no longer fitting, Mike still has lying around. It was times like these that Will being shorter than Mike came in handy. Will slips out of his khakis and into the sweats quickly, his socks coming off too. He looks at himself in the mirror, insecurity quickly rushing over him, but that doesn't last long when his self-deprecating thoughts are interrupted by Mike clearing his throat at the door. Will turns around and does his best to give a small smile, Mike returning it and shutting the door slowly and quietly as to not wake anyone up.

"Hellfire," Mike says shakily, nervously glancing between Will and his bed as he sits on the mattress.

"Yeah, what is it? A band?"

"No, it's...shit. I was going to call you on the phone and tell you, but I remember my mom was on the phone with one of her friends until really late that night and I ended up falling asleep."

"Tell me what?" Will asks, sitting down next to Mike on the bed.

"Hellfire is the DnD club at school."

"Oh."

"I would tell Eddie, our dungeon master, about you all the time. He really wanted to meet you. You would've loved him."

"Eddie."

"Don't tell me you're jealous."

"What? No! No, I'm not jealous."

"You so are!"

"Maybe just a little bit."

"You have no reason to be. He was more of a mentor to me than anything. He taught me a bit on how to play the guitar, and he's the reason that I grew out my hair."

"Really?" Will says, this time in awe as he finally has an opening to talk about Mike's hair, but then...

"Yeah, I mean," Mike yawns, stretching his arms out and crawling over to the far side of his bed, covering himself with his blanket.

"Are you gonna finish that thought?" Will asks, sliding under the comforter on his own half of the mattress.

"No," Mike says simply, and they both laugh a little. "Goodnight, Will."

"Goodnight, Mike."

Will lays facing away from Mike, staring into the open closet. Despite the room being filled with darkness, he's able to see an outline of what looks to be a shelf in the corner, something that hadn't been there the summer prior. Will reaches his arm out, pushing the door closed slightly, and he can feel Mike turn over in the bed before turning back. Will sighs quietly, snaking his arm back under the blanket and pulling it up to his neck, a sudden chill running through him, causing his teeth to chitter.

"Hey," Mike says, placing a hand on Will's shoulder. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just cold."

"Does that mean he's back in you?"

"I don't know," Will says nervously, wrapping his arms around himself tightly, pulling his knees up to his chest.

Then, as if it had happened a million times before (even though it hadn't ever), Mike slips his arms around Will's waist, pulling him close until their bodies are flush. It would be a lie to say that Will's body temperature didn't rise immediately. He can feel as his heartbeat gets faster, his breathing becoming deeper and uneven, his mouth drying, all of that worsened when Mike buries his head in Will's neck, his breath hot on the sensitive skin that lies there, sending a rush down Will's spine.

"Better?" Mike says into Will's ear, barely above a whisper, a tone of voice that Will has grown to know quite well over the years.

"Y-yeah. Better."

"Good," Mike says resting his head back in Will's neck.

It goes quiet after that, but neither boy falls asleep. Mike is rubbing circles against Will's elbows and nuzzling his face into his neck continuously, the small amount of friction enough to keep Will from going as cold as he'd been before. After a long, daunting silence, Will finally turns over to be face to face with Mike, his breath immediately catching in his throat. With his eyes now well-adjusted to the darkness, Will can see that Mike's face as a flushed, soft look to it, his hair ruffed all up already, and his eyes barely staying open. Guilt washed through him, hating that he's keeping up his friend.

"You don't have to watch over me you know. You're allowed to go to sleep."

"I know, but," a yawn, "I want to. Someone has to."

"Nancy is just down the hall. If I need anything I can—"

"But I'm already right here," Mike says firmly, and it's silent for a moment again. "El told me about the painting."

"What?"

"It was after she broke up with me."

"Wait, you guys broke up?"

"Yeah, but, that's not...I was so confused because I thought that I had said what she wanted me to say, because of the painting, but she told me that she didn't commission it. And I didn't think that she had, but you've never lied to me before, so I went with it, but..."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied. I just thought that if I said the right thing that you'd finally be able to tell El that you love her and—"

"But I don't."

"What?"

"I mean, I do, but...not like that."

"I don't— but you said that if you had just said it that—"

"That doesn't mean that I wanted to say it, or that I meant it, and she knew that. But the painting...when she told me that she didn't commission, I new right away what it meant."

"And what's that?"

"El wrote me a letter the day before I left for Lenora. She'd told me that you were painting a lot but wouldn't show anyone. That she thought it was for a girl, that you liked someone and that you'd been acting weird."

"Oh."

"Then you had it at the airport, and you didn't give it to me, so I was confused, but then El mentioned her friends, well, I guess they weren't actually her friends, but, my point is, she mentioned Angela, and you seemed nervous all of a sudden, so I thought that it must have been for her."

"What? No! No. Angela is not my type."

"Well after seeing her that's what I thought, too. I mean, you? Crushing on a preppy blonde? They wish," Mike jokes, pulling a laugh from Will. "But then in the van...if El hadn't commissioned it, and what I said to her wasn't what she wanted to hear, and the painting was for someone you like, then..."

Will starts to pull back, worried for what's to come, but Mike pulls him close again, caressing Will's cheek. He pulls their foreheads together, their noses brushing together as a smile creeps on his face.

"That person wasn't a girl, was it?" Mike asks, sincerity in his voice.

"I—"

The words Will was going to say get caught in his throat as Mike stares at him hesitantly. Then, Mike's lips are on his own, the action being soft and slow, caring and sweet. It takes Will a moment to realize what's happening, but when he does he slowly starts moving his lips in sync with Mike's, not entirely sure what exactly he's supposed to be doing. Will had dreamt of times like this; having his first kiss. Now it was actually happening, and with his best friend, a boy he's been in love with since before he went missing those years ago.

Mike's hand pulls Will close by the back of his head, fingers carding through the smooth, short hair. Will lets one hand travel up Mike's chest, resting on his shoulder, the other one landing between his neck and jaw. Mike pulls back, his lips glossy. He brings his other hand up to Will's cheek, running a thumb over his mouth. Will shudders under the touch, and he feels like he's on fire.

"I love you," Mike says, pressing a kiss to Will's cheek.

"I love you too," Will says without a second thought, the words all squished together. There's a calm smile on both their faces, but the on on Mike's quickly fades as he looks away from Will's face.

"You're shivering," Mike says, running his hand up and down Will's arm.

"Like I said at the cabin, I can feel him."

"Well I'm not leaving your side," Mike says, wrapping his arms around Will's waist once again.

#byler #will byers/mike wheeler #mike wheeler/will byers #will byers #mike wheeler #angst #light angst #friends to lovers #requited unrequited love

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lupines-slash-recs · 1 month

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Rec: Head over Heels by moonystrangers

Title: Head over Heels Author: moonystrangers Canon: Stranger Things Pairing: Mike Wheeler/Will Byers Rating: Not Rated [🍉] Word Count: 11,233 Summary: On their way to Hawkins, the group decides to stay at a motel for the Continue reading Rec: Head over Heels by moonystrangers

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pumpthefruits · 2 years

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the cure by enbybyers

rating: m (language and intense themes)

pairing: mike wheeler/will byers

Body working faster than his mind, Will quickly grabs Mike’s shoulder and pulls both of them behind a bush – Mike turns to Will, questioning, but Will just presses a finger to his lips. Two kids begin to bike away. As one of them shouts, “Kiss your mom night for me,” in a childish, crackly voice, both of their eyes widen.

They peek their heads out once the two pedal past the bush. Across the street, two other kids stand in the garage.

They hear, “Well, see you tomorrow," before one of them bikes away.

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#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #byler fic #st4 #stranger things #the party #st5 #mike wheeler/will byers #this was hard because most pics of finn wolfhard have at least a little bit of mike energy #but every pic of noah schnapp is just noah schnapp #will byer's essence is nowhere in sight #so i had to use s4 will instead #ao3 #ao3 byler

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the-greatlibrary · 1 year

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kiss it better by beansie - T, One-shot

Of course Will is here. They take care of each other. It’s what they do.

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

#stranger things #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #mike wheeler/will byers #teen and up #hurt/comfort #friends to lovers #internalized homophobia #homophobia

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wackywriterwhowriteswhenever · 9 months

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Bye, this is canon 🤭

#Byler #byeler #will byers #mike wheeler #mike wheeler/will byers #will byers/mike wheeler

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dozier-tozierkaspbrak · 11 months

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His hair is disheveled from the heat and from—you know—burying a dead body—and the back of his neck is smudged with dirt and shimmering with sweat. The sun is going down, casting him in an orange-red light, and something inside of him pulls. Behind his ribcage, throughout his heart, feeling like it’s coming from his soul itself.

Look at me, Mike thinks. He pushes the thought forward—wonders vaguely if this is how El uses her powers—and then pushes the thought harder. Look at me.

#byler fanfic #byler #mike wheeler/will byers

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alexschlitz · 2 years

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eddie munson never died he tucked his arms and legs into his belly curled into a ball and he just rolled away

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #will byers #ajsdraws #i said what i said. no further comment

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a1exies · 1 day

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Chapter 2 is posted! It’s kinda short but that’s cause I wanted to leave you guys off at cliffhanger 🌚

#byler fanfic #mike wheeler #mike wheeler centric #mike wheeler fanfiction #stranger things #will byers #byler #byler fic #mike wheeler/will byers

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kidovna · 1 month

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unseen art for will byers day part 2/2

#stranger things #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #artovna #byler fanart #Spotify #this happened because of the first shadow + the first leak of s5 will

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spoodrm4n · 2 years

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Opposites Attract

Pairings: Will Byers x Mike Wheeler

Warnings: pure fluff w/ the slightest bit of angst

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: the byler brainrot is in full swing

Will Byers has never been good at explaining how he feels. He’s never been able to find the right words for what’s going on inside of his head. Sure, he’s always been poetic in a sense, but never about himself. Will also loves a lot of things that he doesn’t tell anyone else about. He loves the yellow wildflowers that grow on the side of the road and the hills of Hawkins, he loves D&D, he loves drawing– especially with no. 2 pencils, he loves his mom and his brother, and he loves his friends. Will also loves Mike Wheeler. But not in the same sense as his friends. Mike has always been different. Will has known this since he was thirteen. He has always loved Mike Wheeler differently and specially and he hates himself for it. Will loves Mike, but he hates himself.

Mike Wheeler has always been too loud about his feelings. He has always been vocal about his emotions. He’s never been poetic. He doesn’t think he will ever be poetic. Mike Wheeler is blunt and upfront and honest. Mike is open about who and what he loves. Mike loves when it rains, he loves music and playing the guitar, he loves arcade games, he loves his sister and his mom, and he loves his friends. He’s come to the realization that he loves Will. Will has always been different to Mike– he’s made that known. Will has always been his best friend, his person. Mike has always clung to Will Byers unapologetically. Mike loves Will Byers and he is shaken to his core about the thought.

They stare at each other, the chilled October air penetrating their jackets. The sun has long since gone down and the moon stares down at the two teenagers. The quarry is abandoned because it’s a Tuesday night and no one drives out here on weekdays.

Will can’t seem to catch his breath as he takes in the older boy in front of him. His hair is messy like usual, his eyes are dark and focused in on him, his cheekbones are illuminated by the dim light that the moon exudes, and faint freckles litter his face. Mike Wheeler has always been so so pretty– it’s a wonder how no one has told him, Will thinks.

Mike is aware that he’s been staring at the boy in front of him for a minute too long, but he can’t tear his gaze away. The green in Will’s hazel eyes poke through subtly, his hair is neat per usual, his cheeks are pink, he’s still tanned from the California sun, his eyebrows are faintly pulled together, and his lips are slightly parted. Mike is sure that no one will ever compare to the way Will Byers looks. He’s stunning.

Will notices the dip in Mike’s gaze from his eyes to his lips and his heart hammers in his chest. “Mike.” Will whispers, breaking the silence between them. Mike’s eyes flicker back up to meet Will’s.

“Will.” Mike says back cooly, tongue poking out to lick his lips. Will swallows harshly and he’s sure his face had turned a deeper shade of red.

“We should get back.” Will tries, determined that he’s misreading the tension hanging in the air between them.

“Can I kiss you?” And the words are out of Mike’s mouth before he can think twice. He expects Will to be disgusted, maybe even leave. He doesn’t. Will keeps his feet planted where they are and his lips parted, eyebrows pulled upwards in surprise.

“Uh, y-yeah.” He finally stammers out and that’s all Mike needs to hear before he’s stepping forward, closing the space in between them and cupping Will’s cheeks in his palms. Mike doesn’t quite kiss him yet and Will’s hands find Mike’s waist, fingers gripping onto him hard– to make sure that this is real; that he’s not imagining it. Mike is real.

“I’m sorry,” Mike’s lips brush against Will’s and before Will can reply, their lips are finally connected. It takes Will a moment to catch up– he’s been imagining this moment for years now and it takes his brain a second to process that he’s not imagining it. After that, Will is kissing back, hands sliding up Mike’s waist, onto his shoulders, then to the back of his neck, fingers pulling at strands of ebony.

Mike is pouring all that he wants to say into kissing Will. He’s striving to apologize, the past couple of years between them rocky and strained. Mike knows he’s been less than ideal to Will and Will deserves the world. Mike wants to give him everything, wants to make up for all of the shit that he’s dragged Will through, but he’s never been very good with words. Mike’s thumb strokes over the apple of Will’s cheek and Will is sighing, his shoulders sagging and Mike is smiling into the kiss. He loves Will Byers and he’s decided at that moment that he’s going to spend the rest of his life making it up to Will.

They part and lean their foreheads against one another, eyes still closed and hands still in the same place. Their breaths mingle together and Will is sure that if he opened his eyes that their breath would be seen drifting through the night air with how cold it was outside. Mike is diving back in, more desperate now.

Will can feel the apology in the way Mike touches him. He knows Mike all too well and he knows that he is sorry. Will tries to convey that he is sorry too. Sorry for all the times that he could’ve called, but left the decision up to Mike. Sorry for the way he didn’t write a single letter to the boy back in Hawkins. Sorry for the malice in his tone the day he had come to California. Sorry for the way that he had avoided him whenever his family had moved back to Hawkins. Will has made mistakes too and he’s well aware of it.

Will is stepping back, leaving Mike across from him with his eyebrows pulled together, attempting to decipher what is going on inside Will’s head. “I’m sorry, too.” Will says, eyes glossed over with unshed tears and hands clasped together. Will looks down, ashamed at himself. Mike is once again breaking the distance, hands forcing their way into Will’s own. Will dares to meet Mike’s inky eyes. He decides then that Mike Wheeler looks the prettiest bathed in moonlight.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. We both did stupid shit that we regret and I forgive you.” And the tears that Will had worked so hard to keep under wraps are falling down his cheeks now.

“I-I forgive you too.” Will is choking out, a smile tugging at the edge of his lips. The guilt had been eating Will alive ever since Mike had visited California and they had gotten into the first of many arguments that year. Will had hated the way he had pushed all of the blame onto Mike. Will had hated the way he watched Mike’s face crumble because of him. But Mike had forgiven him. Mike didn’t hate him.

It’s Mike’s turn for his shoulders to slump and the tension to leave his eyebrows. Mike has never been good at words, but he’s never had to be for Will. He understands. Will always understands Mike.

“I really like you.” Mike is smiling at the light brunette in front of him and Will lets out a sharp laugh that has Mike’s cheeks turning pink. Mike wants to tell Will he loves him– he thinks he always has– but he’ll start here. He’s happy just having Will in the first place.

“I really like you too.” Will is chuckling, hands squeezing Mike’s and his eyes crinkling at the edges with joy. Will wants to tell Mike he loves him, but he’s okay with taking things slow. Will has never been one for diving in head first.

Mike is one to dive right in, but he can read Will easily and he knows that he’s going to have to be patient with Will. Will has always been broken, but Mike doesn’t blame him. Will has been through literal hell and back. Mike would wait a million years for him.

“You’re so pretty.” Will is blurting out, eyes wide and staring at Mike. Mike blinks at Will because how can Will think that he’s pretty. Will is like sunshine and his skin is tanned with freckles dusted everywhere, his eyes are a perfect mix of green and brown, his hair is always perfect and smooth, and Will looks like he could’ve been formed by the gods. Mike Wheeler doesn’t think he even compares to his beauty but here Will is telling him that he’s so pretty. Mike is speechless for once in his life.

“We should head back,” Mike is kissing Will again because Mike thinks Will is pretty too— even perfect— but the words are all jumbled up in his head, so that’s the best he can do. They kiss only for a moment before he starts pulling Will towards his car.

“I could get used to that,” Will pipes up and Mike turns around, a grin spreading across his face. Will thinks Mike has the most beautiful smile. Mike acts as if he’s pondering Will’s words for a moment, the two still walking to Mike’s car.

“I suppose I could too, William.” Mike smirks as Will scoffs at his own name.

“I take it back.” Will can’t hide the giggle in his words as he rolls his eyes at the older boy in front of him.

“No take backsies, William.” Mike sings, bringing them to the passenger side door and opening it for Will.

“Such a gentleman, Micheal.” And Mike’s nose is scrunching up and his eyebrows are pulling together at the name. Will sits down and laughs at the older boy.

“Okay, I’ll stop.” Mike shakes his head, his hair moving with him and falling into his eyes ever so slightly. He’s bending down to meet Will in the passenger seat and kissing him again. He’s still giddy from the first kiss. Will hums and Mike is leaning back, kissing Will on the cheek and standing up straight, closing the car door. “I’m not going to stop.” Mike chuckles to himself, walking to the drivers side, eager to be next to Will again.

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #byler fic #byler drabble #mike wheeler x will byers #mike x will #mike wheeler/will byers #mike/will #stranger things

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serendipitouswasteland · 1 year

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Because it is Your Fault. It is All Your Fault.

Note: this was transcribed from my AO3.

ship: byler pov: third person written: July 5, 2022 first published: July 5, 2022 word count: 1,514

summary: Will has had enough. He just can't take it anymore. So when Mike says that thing, he finally snaps.

This summer has been...rough. All that Will has wanted is to play DnD with his friends, but they've all been too preoccupied with their girlfriends.

Girlfriends.

It's not that Will has anything against girls in particular. In fact, he loves girls. He thinks they're awesome. But...just...not like that. Not like Lucas and Dustin do. Not like Mike does.

Today, Will has come up with a plan. He woke up extra early and set up the DnD table in Mike's basement while he and Lucas were still asleep. Then, he got dressed in his Will the Wise costume and turned on the stereo, the adventure music filling the room, waking up Mike and Lucas just as he had planned. They've been playing for a short while now, and Will is having a blast, but he can tell Mike and Lucas aren't having the most fun with it all. Still, he keeps going. After all, they're in the middle of a campaign. It's not like they had anything else to do anyways with it raining.

"Do you guys hear that?" Will starts. "It sounds like...thunder. But no, wait, that's not thunder. It's...a horde of juju zombies! Sir Mike, your action!"

"What should I do?" Mike asks Lucas, trying to sound enthusiastic.

"Attack?" Lucas questions, clearly not in the mood.

"Okay, I attack with my flail," Mike says, his voice monotone as he rolls the dice.

"Whoosh! You miss. Your flail clanks the stone, the zombie horde lumber towards you, and...the juju bites your arm. Flesh tears! Ah! Seven points of damage."

"Oh, no, my arm!" Mike says sarcastically. "Lucas, look my arm!"

The two snicker, and Will is hurt, but—

"Sir Lucas, the zombie horde roars! Do you fight back or do you run?"

Lucas is about to answer when the phone rings.

"No, it's a distraction!" Will says quickly, standing up, still in character. "A trap. Do not answer it!"

But, of course, Mike and Lucas dash to the phone, Mike grabbing it and the name coming out of his mouth stinging Will in the heart.

"El?" Mike asks, but his tone quickly changes, Will's face dropping. "No. Sorry, not interested. Telemarketers," Mike says and he hangs the phone back on the wall.

"Maybe we should just call them," Lucas suggests.

"We can do that?"

"I think so."

"Yeah, but, what would we say?"

"We will say nothing! The Kuishar tribe still needs your help," Will shouts.

"Alright, then," Mike starts, and that's when the worst thing happens. "I'll use my torch to set fire to the chambers, sacrificing ourselves, killing the jujus, and saving the Kuishar. We all live on as heroes in the memories of the Kalamar."

"Victory," Lucas says, holding his hand up to which Mike high-fives him.

Never has Will not wanted to play DnD.

That was, until now.

"Okay. Fine."

Will harshly sets his staff on the table, quickly ripping off his hat.

"You guys win."

He turns off the music.

"Congratulations."

"Will, I was just messing around," Mike says in that voice, and Will could slap him for it.

Will continues to remove his costume, his clothes from the day before underneath.

"Let's finish for real. How much longer is the campaign?"

"Just forget it, Mike," Will says as he gathers his things.

"No, we want to keep playing, right?"

"Y-yeah, totally," Lucas says, but Will can tell he doesn't mean it.

"We'll just call the girls afterward."

"I said forget it, Mike, okay? I'm going home," Will says, heading toward the stairs.

"But...come on, Will," Lucas says trying to stop him.

"Move!" Will yells, shoving Lucas out of the way and rushing up the stairs and to Mike's garage.

"Will, come on!" Mike says, following Will outside. "You can't leave, it's raining. Listen, I said I was sorry, alright? It's a cool campaign. It's really cool. We're just not in the mood right now."

"Yeah, Mike! That's the problem. You guys are never in the mood anymore! You're ruining our party."

"That's not true!"

"Really? Where's Dustin right now? See? You don't know and you don't care and obviously he doesn't either and I don't blame him! You're destroying everything and for what? So you can swap spit with some stupid girl?"

"El's not stupid! It's not my fault you don't like girls!"

Ouch.

Will, at first, is taken aback by Mike's words, but then, he's angry. So, so angry. So angry that he drops his bike and the tears he's been holding back start to flow from his eyes uncontrollably.

"Of course it's your fault! Are you kidding me? How could you have never once noticed? It's not that I don't like girls, Mike! Trust me, I've tried. I have tried so many times, but no matter who it is, no matter what the girl looks like or what her personality is like because for some reason that I wish I knew, believe me, my entire life I haven't been able to keep my mind off of you. So I'm sorry if me not having a girlfriend has become a 'problem' for you, but it is a hell of a lot harder when you wish you had a boyfriend who just so happens to be your straight best friend! I mean, did you ever even consider that?"

Will's words stop, still ringing in the air as he looks at Mike's face, and then he sees it. He sees that Mike is hurting, too. Guilt washes over Will, and the next words that slip out he shouldn't even be saying, but—

"I'm sorry. I should go." Will turns around and is about to pick up his bike when...

"Hey, hold on! Just wait!" Mike grabs Will's wrist turning him back around to face him again. "Can you please let me say something?"

"What is there that you could possibly say that would—"

Oh.

It's not words.

Mike places his free hand on Will's cheek, the other still holding onto his wrist. Then, he kisses him. Soft and sweet and warm and real. Will doesn't necessarily kiss Mike back, though, because he's not exactly sure how. This is, after all, his first kiss, and Mike knows that.

Or, he should.

Mike takes one step forwards, bringing his and Will's bodies closer together, and that's when Will pulls back. He doesn't know what he's doing.

"Will...?"

"I...you..."

"Will, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

A pause, a deep breathe, and then, "Everything."

Mike rests his head against Will's, his lips almost brushing his nose. Will is breathing deeply, a world's worth of words caught in his throat. So many things that he wants to say, but only a few of them slipping out, creating incoherent sentences.

"The swings...Halloween...the time when...I...you said...El...because then...you..."

"Will?"

Will just stares at him. He couldn't possibly respond to him right now. Not in a complete sentence, anyway.

"Okay, um..."

Mike searches Will's face and eyes looking for something, anything, to prompt him to continue with what he's about to say.

"...Will, I..."

Another pause, a glance away and then to Will's lips.

"...I love you...I am in love with you."

Will stares at Mike. He's still trying to get his thoughts together, but he's not sure if he's even having any. One second his brain is moving a thousand miles a minute, the next, it's almost as it's empty.

"Will? Say something?"

...

"I don't know how to kiss."

"Oh," Mike says, pausing for a moment before what Will is saying really hits him. "Oh, shit. Shit, that was your first kiss. Shit, Will I'm so sorry I should've– I should've asked and– oh my god I'm so..."

Mike bursts into laughter, his worry still clear as he rests his head against Will's once again.

"You don't have to ask," Will whispers, barely even audible.

"Yeah?" Mike asks, his voice earnest.

"Yeah," Will says, a breath he didn't know he'd been holding escaping his lips.

Mike kisses Will again, this time making sure to guide him through it, but even Mike isn't sure he knows what he's doing. After all, he's only ever kissed one other person before, and that was a girl. Is kissing a boy supposed to be done different than kissing a girl? Mike doesn't know (it's not), but he's doing his best to figure it out.

But it's...hard, because Will isn't helping. His mom did tell him middle school would be awkward. He just didn't think she meant this.

"Will," Mike mumbles against Will's lips, still kissing him.

"Hm?"

"I'm gonna go tell Lucas that I'm taking you home."

...

....

"You're staying the night?" Will asks with a gulp at the end, and Mike looks at him flustered.

"Um, I mean, yeah, if that's...if that's okay, I mean, I know I've done it a hundred times now but if because we kissed that make sit awkward then—"

"No, yeah, I mean, of course you can. You always can."

"Always?" Mike asks, that earnest tone still lingering around.

"Um, yeah. Yeah, always."

"Okay," Mike says, and he smiles.

That smile. It's not just any smile. No. It's the smile. The one. That big, cheesy grin.

And Will feels himself falling in love all over again.

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