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I get no bitches, tbh I don't even want bitches but I will watch them be bitches 💛💙

Just curious, kinda new to the Tumblr tag so I wanna know what we're dealing with yknow?

Me when byler are getting a little too comfortable in each other's personal space

Bylers I need help, RECOMMENDED ME THE BEST BYLER FANFICS OUT THERE PLZ IK STARVED

here’s a small fic i wrote ig

Hopeless. 

Mike stared at the boy laying on his chest, who was doodling a forest. He watched his meticulous pencil strokes skid across the page, shocked at how Will managed to create masterpieces with the simplicity of some graphite. Will’s head is right next to his, focused on his work, sticking out his tongue. It drives Mike crazy. He is hopeless. 

Will smells like lemons and cinnamon. A smell that lingered whenever Mike decided they would “borrow” his sweater. Then Will would roll his eyes, and tell him that maybe he should return the other ones, but there is no malice in his words. In fact, it’s the opposite. Will’s voice is a sweet syrup that cures the ugliest of Mike moods. A syrup that, when Mike isn’t cautious, causes a lump to form in their throat, and their face to warm up. 

They sat in a comfortable silence, until Will’s hand got crammed up forcing him to set down his hard work for a couple seconds. Mike grabs his hands, and kisses them. This made Will get flustered, like he does every time this happened, which was always. However, it only worsens whenever Will realizes Mike is watching him with awe. An adoration adorns his eyes like flowers decorate a field or lights decorate a tree. They are filled with a joy brighter than the sun, and more intense than moonlight, and all of his attention was dedicated to a boy he met on a set of swings years ago.

Mike closes the distance between them, giving Will a short and sweet kiss. 

“What are you thinking about” Will asks

“How much I like your sweater” Mike replies, as Will rolls his eyes.

As little as Will wanted to admit it, he liked taking Mike’s sweaters almost as much as Mike liked taking his. They smell like peppermint and laundry detergent. They smelled like home, they smelled like Mike. 

“I would use one of my sweaters” he teased “if my boyfriend didn’t steal all of mine”

Mike smiled, kissing him again.

People sometimes look at Mike as if he is complex. Incomprehensible. He hates it. He hates how alone they feel because then he’s stuck with all the emotions they don’t understand, creating a fire of hatred that has accumulated over the years by comparing these emotions to the ones their parents expected of them. However, Will always seemed to understand. He would look at Mike once, and hold his hand calming the avalanche in his brain. 

The truth is his emotions are not that complex. His love is a 4 letter word who has been around before he knew what love is. A word that possesses all the beauty in the world, and all of the happiness Mike had. A word that has all of Mike’s good memories, and was there when things were rough. His love sat in a river made of galaxies, giving his love moles to cover the stars he had.

I love Will Byers, he thought to himself I’ve loved him since the moment I saw him alone on the swings, but now i’m in love with Will Byers and I don’t know when that happened

"Wait, are you- are you giving me a hickey?"

Mike pauses what he's doing, feeling almost like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, his mouth hovering mere millimeters above the soft curve of Will's neck.

"Um," he says, lips brushing against warm skin, and he can't help but revel a little in the way it causes Will to shiver. "No?"

"Mike."

Will lets out a small, frustrated groan, and Mike knows, okay, he knows - no hickeys in visible places. But they had been making out and then Will's neck was right there, looking all inviting and delicious, and Mike's brain just kind of... short circuited. Can you blame him really?

Still, he feels a little bit bad about it. Especially when he, mournfully might add, lifts his head and leans back to see Will's face being all pout and sad eyes.

"How bad is it?"

"It's, uh," he glances down at Will's neck, winces a little at the bruise that's starting to blossom there, before looking back at Will. "You can barely see it?"

"Ugh," Will drags the palms of his hands over his face, before letting the right one slide down to touch the offending spot, as if he could tell what it looks like from touch alone. "I won't be able to show myself for days."

Mike rolls his eyes at that, because honestly, it's not that bad. Besides, there's always turtlenecks, but when he tells Will as much, he gets a glare and a shove to the shoulder in return.

"Hey, turtlenecks are great for hiding hickeys," he insists, wiggling his eyebrows a little, and smiling when he sees the corner of Will's mouth twitch a little. "That's probably why they were invented in the first place."

Now its Will's turn to roll his eyes, but his pout is slowly turning into a smile, so Mike counts it as a win.

"Besides," he continues, hand coming up to curl around the collar of Will's tshirt, tugging slightly on the material. "You look really good in 'em."

Will blushes at that, and Mike feels his own cheeks heat up a little, too. It's still new, the whole being able to say what they really think, how they really feel. Even if it's just a compliment, or the use of a pet name, or- or accidentally giving each other hickeys during a make out session. That's new, too.

Mike likes it, though. Likes the newness of it all, the nervousness of not really knowing what they're doing, but happy that they're doing it together. He thinks that there is probably nothing that he wouldn't want to do with Will, that this is just the beginning of all the new, wonderful things they'll experience together.

"Maybe," Will says, bringing Mike back to the present. "But it's also the middle of the summer, Mike."

"Yeah."

"Yeah," Will echoes, looking up at Mike with fond amusement. "I'll die if I wear a turtleneck in this weather."

"Oh."

Mike blinks, seeing a hint of mischieviousness in Will's eyes, feels his heart speed up a little when Will reaches up to tuck a lose strand of hair behind Mike's ear. His hand stays put after, palm gently cradling Mike's jaw, as he pulls him closer until their noses touch. Will leans up a little, closing that last bit of space as he lets his lips brush against the corner of Mike's mouth, sighing contentedly when Mike turns his head into it, capturing Will's lips in a kiss. It's gentle, unrushed, like they have all the time in the world. Mike hopes they do.

"So," Will hums, in between kisses, pulling Mike even closer, his voice all feigned annoyance. "I guess we'll just have to stay here until the hickie has gone away."

Mike is definitely more than okay with that, and if he somehow happens to give Will a few more hickeys, by accident of course, then they'll have no other option but to stay just a little bit longer.