hyperfixating...

she/her hloja

[0ceansoftime]

my controversial belief is that 90s era mike wheeler would dress like chandler bing.

*he wears ties so will can tug him down for a kiss :P*

[gaysforbyler]

do u have any fanfic rec that has lots of fluff.

my wishes came true (it would’ve been you)— You already know I love texting and social media fics, this is my exact niche. Tiny bit of angst but it makes me so happy to read it that idc

take a little moment (find the right words)— i usually don’t include such popular fics on these rec lists because I’m cool and I only read the most indie of fics (/j), but this one still deserves a shout out because it’s so dear to me. Also possibly the most fluffy on the list

Say It With Your Hands— It really is just hands. I don’t know how to promote this further. Read for fluff and nerds

Clear as day— I’m going to be so honest, I haven’t read this in years, so I can’t promise no angst. All I know is that I liked it because I still think about it to this day

Also, my recommendation for finding any fic (especially if you’re a new reader) is to search for a tag and sort by oldest. 2016-2018 fics just hit different. There’s a comforting vibe about them, idk. I quite literally ran the byler tag dry back before the big influx of fics this year, and the older ones smell like dusty library books. (Also 2022-2023. It was a good time)

[ceremonyn087]

will is a part of the i hate my boyfriend club

[groovinrightalong]

Boyfriends🙏

[olsonshroom]

the only good thing to come out of cutgate for me was another great song for my byler playlist lol

💙💛

[namingthestarsinthesky]

this might be the dumbest thing i’ve ever drawn but it made me giggle so it’s fine

it’s small but iykyk (real ones would recognize that screen layout anywhere)

[wordsdontmakesense]

Hot take: Mike is the one who gets white-girl wasted.

I've seen a lot of people picturing Will getting white-girl wasted in college and you can headcanon whatever you want, but I feel like he'd probably be against drinking considering he had an alcoholic father.

I think Will would probably get out negative emotions through painting rather than drinking. Epilogue Will is not real to me.

You know who probably has horrible coping skills? Mike. I can imagine him having a total breakdown during college because he thinks he's ruined his life with bad choices. Hence, why he'd resort to more bad choices.

Not to mention his mother and older sister coping with alcohol. Imagine he goes to a party and parallels Nancy by getting too drunk. Then his girlfriend pulls him aside and tells him to cool it paralleling Stancy. GUYS. What if Will brings him to his dorm paralleling Jancy.

Has this been written about before????

[axeleton]

Will's first exhibition

[rotatedracoon]

Posting my most liked byler art here too cuz why not

[noitsnotacookiee]

so byler is ship of the year 🧍

[miwihrt]

Mike as Frank-N-Furter and Will as Rocky send post

[wonderwoman326]

comfy cozy

[peachrtistic]

a silly byler minicomic

[kidovna]

Mike and Will’s first shared apartment lease - 1995

[daisyjay887]

Me to the duffers if Mike isn’t dealing with internalized homophobia and is actually just a shit boyfriend and a shit best friend:

[drtimmurphy]

Tim Murphy asking his s/o for consent before doing literally anything (holding hands, hugging, kissing, etc)

oh he absolutely absolutely would, respectful king

so, it kinda happens by accident? he was so nervous around you when you first met because you’re so gorgeous and kind and lovely, and he would rather die than make you uncomfortable, but he also wants to get close to you

and so the first time he asks if he can hold your hand, it’s a mess basically, he stumbles over his words and it’s really embarrassing for him but you think it’s absolutely adorable

he just says, so, i- hey! hi! i- would it be alright if- i mean, could i- i mean, can we- would it be alright if i held your hand? please? 

and of course you say yes because not only was that adorable but even if he hadn’t asked so sweetly, you wanna hold his fucken hand more than anything in the world oh my god

and you smile and slip your fingers through his and say, i’d love to!

and you can feel the raised scars on his palm against yours and you realise that’s why he was embarrassed to ask but it’s nice because it’s him, it’s Tim, and you’re holding his hand at last and it just feels so wonderful

and it just goes on from there, the first time he asks if you can wrap his arm around your waist is when you’re in the queue for the cinema, and it’s kind of cold out so that’s his excuse, and you laugh and lean against his side as his arm wraps around you, your head against his shoulder

and you feel him sigh contentedly as you melt into him and you really have no idea how long it’s been since anyone touched him like that and he leans into you and rests his chin on top of your head and you just fit together so perfectly 

and the first time he asks if he can kiss you, you’re in the museum at night when no one else is around and he’s giving you a private tour and he watches you gaze up at this display that he helped put together and you’re saying such sweet things like you’re so proud of him and you can’t believe he did all this!!

and he asks if he can kiss you, and you’re surprised because it came out of nowhere but then you realise that, yes, his voice was quiet but he’s looking between your eyes and your lips and he doesn’t seem nervous or shy and you know he wants this just as much as you

and you’ve barely said, yes, when his mouth is against yours and his hands are holding your face and you can feel his nose crammed against your cheek because he just kisses you so eagerly, like he’s been waiting years and years

and he makes a soft noise as your mouth moves against his and you don’t know whether it’s relief or joy or whatever, you just know that it feels like magic cos somehow you feel like you can breath for the first time in years and like he takes your breath away at the same time

and you pull him closer, hands gripping his broad shoulders, then pressing against his back, keeping his chest against yours and you just can’t ever seem to get close enough and when he finally pulls away, he bumps his nose against yours and you’ve never seen him smile so wide

and later on in your relationship, he’ll look back on that first time he asked to hold your hand with embarrassment but he will never regret it because it was the first time you touched and even if he was a stumbling mess, it was the first step towards being with you and how could he ever regret that?

[deakydarlin]

The Way Old Friends Do

Summary: Basically Tim and his best friend are having a movie night and they're being dummies together and then they’re like “oop mayhaps I like you”

Content: Adult Tim Murphy being a soft chaotic cutie with his best friend, who is also being a soft chaotic cutie. I think the word “dumbass” is used twice. Oh, also, there’s a tiny bit of kissing oop

A/N: Hello, I don't really know what I’m doing. All I know is that I love adult Tim Murphy and I really wanted to take a shot at writing something so I came up with this. I know it’s not great - it’s my first time doing something like this so please be kind. I would love to hear your feedback, though! I really hope you enjoy this dumb thing and I hope that it’s not absolutely terrible. Also, I’m not really sure what information I am supposed to be providing up her, sooo uh, I’m sorry if I forgot something. I’m scared for you to read this don’t hate me okay enjoy :)

“Tim you’re annoying”

“Yes, and?”

You were both sitting on the floor of the living room, trying to throw pieces of popcorn into each other’s mouths and failing. You had been watching The Muppets movie (the one with Jason Segel and Amy Adams because you both agreed that it was superior) and got distracted. You both really were just watching it for the songs because you both knew every word by heart and would scream them at the top of your lungs. His mom or Lex usually had to walk in and tell you both to shut up, but you always just giggled and continued on with your stupidity.

“You’re also dumb” you told him as you pelted him with popcorn.

“Rude but okay” Tim replied as he tried to dodge and deflect the kernels.

“You didn’t disagree. Hah. I win I’m always right” you cackled as you puckered your lips and threw up a peace sign.

“You’re a dumbass oh my god” he muttered, hitting down your peace sign.

He laughed and rolled his eyes. He smacked your arm lightly, trying not to hurt you. You smacked his back, trying to hurt him because, I dunno, that sounded like fun and you were becoming exhausted and goofy. He flinched and looked at the little red spot you left on his arm, laughing it off.

“If im a dumbass, then you’re an idiot” you mocked, giggling like crazy. Suddenly you were cackling, and rolled back on the floor, crunching stray popcorn kernels as you hit the floor. You laid on your back and your stomach bounced up and down as you laughed.

“What is your problem?” Tim laughed as he watched you struggling to catch your breath on the floor. You covered your face, desperately trying to get the words out.

“I—“ you tried to gasp for air in the midst of your laughing fit. You were now rolling on the ground, more stray popcorn crunching beneath you, and tears were streaming down your face from laughter.

“y/n, oh my god, relax” he began to cackle too and rolled on his back next to you, cracking pieces of popcorn under the weight of his body.

“We’re SO DUMB” you shouted through laughs.

Tim laughed too. You were both trying desperately to catch your breath, laughing over absolutely nothing. You swung your legs through the air, trying to gain control of your laughter and failing miserably.

“I’m literally crying” you exclaimed, looking at him laying next to you and laughing even harder once you made eye contact.

Something about locking your eyes made you lose it, even though there was nothing funny. He was laughing because of how hard you were laughing. Your face was red, you couldn’t breathe, and you kept having to wipe the tears from your face, but you were so happy so it didn’t matter. You hadn’t had a good laugh in a long time.

“I think we need sleep” Tim giggled, watching as you rapidly descended into the slap happy part of exhaustion and enjoying every second of it.

He sat up on the floor and watched as you began to calm down, finally catching your breath and no longer crying from laughing. His hand was next to your head as he watched you calm down. His eyes found their way to the tv screen and he watched and hummed along quietly as Amy Adams sang ‘Me Party.’ He fiddled with a straggler popcorn kernel he found on the floor. You looked up at him. He was your best friend. You loved him so much and he loved you too, even though you were both idiots. He laid back down on the floor, sighing. He folded his arms behind his head and watched the ceiling fan spin. He began to think.

“I love you” he sighed.

You paused and sat up and looked at him, kinda shocked by the way he said it. This boy was the best friend anyone ever had. He made you laugh like crazy, obviously, and he made you happy. You were both chaotic idiots when you were together, but it was so much fun. He knew how to make you feel better when you were sad and he would have dance parties with you when you needed it. You loved him, and you said so quite often and he would always say it back. But this time it was different. He really meant it.

He looked up at you with a goofy smile. Then his face looked panicked as his brain registered that you were shocked. He started wracking his brain and kicking himself internally for saying it like that. Why couldn’t you just keep hiding it? He felt dumb.

“Oh, I’m sorry, it’s just, you’re my best friend and I like you a lot”

You smiled at him. He was beginning to ramble about your friendship and how he really was the biggest idiot he knew, so you reassured him.

“I love you too, Tim” you said sweetly as you gazed down at him.

He stared at you, shocked. He was frozen for a second and then tried to sit up. You didn’t wanna make him feel awkward or weird, so you settled back down to your place on the floor, just looking at him for a few seconds as he relaxed next to you. He was a cutie, with his inquisitive brown eyes and boyish charm. You looked up at the ceiling fan too, enjoying your time with your best friend. You began to scoot closer to him, your head near his shoulder. His arms, which were folded behind his head, suddenly moved and he unfolded them. He dragged his left arm down, under you, and you rested your head on his chest as you laid there on the floor. He smiled as his eyes watched the ceiling fan spin.

Your heart was pounding. You were afraid he would be able to feel it hammering against your rib cage, onto his. You had had feelings for Tim before, but you always had pushed them away because you didn’t think he felt the same about you. But maybe he did. You gazed at him. His red hair was blowing in the light breeze that was created by the fan and the tips of his ears had begun to turn pink. You smiled, knowing that this only happens when he gets nervous or excited about something.

“Y/n,” he said quietly, his heart slamming against his chest. Tim was worried you’d be able to feel his heart trying to hurl itself out of his chest. He loved you so much, and he had had feelings for you for a while but never acted on them. He didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable. He treasured your friendship and didn’t wanna do anything to jeopardize it.

You looked at him, smiling. “Yeah?”

“I—“ he paused. His heart was pounding. “Could you— could I— could we— could we, maybe, if you want to, if not that’s totally cool but would you— um would you maybe like to kiss me?”

He was still laying on the carpeted floor, staring straight at the ceiling fan. He was terrified. He knew this could be a make or break for your friendship, and he was hoping with every fiber of his being that he didn’t just ruin the best friendship he had ever had. His whole body was hot as the anxiety flooded his mind.

“Oh” you said, sitting up and resting on your elbow. He watched you sit up and he began to panic even more. What if she’s leaving? What have you done. You idiot.

“Oh, I’m sorry” he said, “this is so dumb I’m sorry.”

He sat up and leaned against the wall, doing his best not to be awkward. It did not work. He looked a little funny with his eyes wide open, scared of what was to come, and little white pieces of popcorn sticking to the fabric on his shirt. However funny you thought he looked, you knew it wasn’t funny to him so you didn’t laugh. You knew he was terrified and you didn’t wanna make anything worse.

“N-no it’s not dumb. I’d like to” you sighed and smiled at him.

His eyes met yours. He was so surprised you said yes. You leaned over, sitting with your legs crossed. He slowly leaned forward, away from the wall. He looked back and forth between your eyes and your lips as he leaned forward. You had both wanted this for so long, but were both too nervous to do anything. Suddenly, his nose was brushing yours. You both smiled ever so slightly. You looked at his smile. It was the sweetest one you’d ever seen, and it was so genuine.

Finally, you pushed yourself forward and kissed him gently, softly. Your hand rested on his chest, and he held it there. You quickly pulled away smiling a small smile, and he sat with his legs crossed and looked at you. His dark eyes gazed at you in disbelief. You laughed shyly at the goofy expression on his face. You put your hands on his knees and leaned towards him slowly. He followed. You both sat there. Forehead to forehead.

“I’m gonna kiss you again” you whispered.

He nodded and before you could even lean any closer, he kissed you. This time there was more to it. He put his hands on your cheeks and smiled. Your hands moved to his shoulders as your lips moved slowly against his. You could feel him smiling against your mouth and you began to do the same. As you pulled back, you revealed your smile to the boy who you’d called your best friend for years. With your hands still on his shoulders, you looked into his eyes and kissed his cheek softly and quickly. You sat in front of each other, just looking. You grabbed his hand and watched as his face turned red.

“I love you” he whispered. He was watching your every move. He didn’t wanna miss it if you wanted to kiss him again.

“Yeah, you’re alright I guess, dino boy” you said back with a cheeky smirk on your face.

His eyes suddenly widened and the look on his face was back to its goofy, playful self. He pushed your shoulder and you fell back, both of you laughing again.