Will Needs To Beat The He Thinks Mike Is Unfunny And A Loser Hahaha Allegations In S5 And Listen Okay,

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Charging to battle

Based on a theory @taeiris and I were brewing:

Will eventually replaces Vecna hanging from the tentacle vines, and now has control over all the UD creatures including the Mindflayer. He uses all his strength, ordering them to charge after evil— ending in Vecna’s ultimate doom.

due to a few demands of seeing em together 💘 @drangues

MIKE WHEELER in S02E06 - THE SPY ⤷ "I need to get through! It's a trap!"

one gay

Byler pillows

Mmmhmhmgmgn mermaid byers and prince Mike RAAAAAAAAAAA

let the light in

My fav frames lol

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