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[joeqxinnxoxo]

be my baby - byler

SUMMARY -

they all go to a house party for the first time and have a bit too much to drink. this leads to the group sleeping over in mike's basement, and an interesting morning ahead of them.

or

mike has internalized homophobia, just like in the show (yes im delusional), and will is not over mike (he was never just his tammy)

this story takes place in march of 1989, senior year, after vecna's defeat (post season 5). graduation would be in september 1989, to give you an idea of the timeline. el is alive, max is awake and fine. and they're all finally experiencing the normal teen life. kind of.

AUTHORS NOTE -

hi everyone! this is only chapter one. i do have more chapters written, but i wanted to post the first chapter, to make sure people actually like it before i write the whole book lol. i will be posting this story on tumblr as well. the username is the same as my ao3 user. so if you prefer reading on tumblr, it's on there as well (:

in the rest of this story, i'm planning to have lots of angst, as well as fluff and maybe some smut. i will be putting a warning at the beginning of any chapters containing smut, if it gets to that point. anyways, enjoy!

word count: 1389 

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CHAPTER ONE - THE PARTY

Music blaring, ground shaking, sweaty bodies brushing against him from every direction. Will’s first high school house party. First party surrounded by alcohol, drugs, and horny teenagers that can’t seem to keep it in their pants. This really isn’t his thing; the volume in the room making him more uncomfortable than the many illegal activities happening around him. 

Will could feel the bass from the speakers in his chest, and the thumps on the floor crawling up his legs every time someone jumped to the music. He didn’t want to come to this party in the first place… but he came for Lucas. After winning the finals for the third year in a row, the school’s basketball team felt like kings. The team finally started treating Lucas with respect, in turn, treating his “weirdo friends” with a pinch of kindness.

Lucas invited all of his best friends to Andy’s championship game party. Will and El were later than the others, Joyce being extra cautious, unsure if she should even let them go. After Will explained how important it was to his friend, Joyce eased up and caved, driving them and dropping them off a block away… Due to Will’s request. He didn’t want to be seen as the only sophomore being dropped off by his mommy. He was already ‘Zombie boy’, he didn’t want to be ‘Mommy’s boy’ too. 

El and Will had walked in together, and El was immediately in awe, excitement taking over her brain. She’d never been to any type of party. Only the Snow Ball, if that counts. They were soon met with the warm embrace of Max. Max had become a lot more affectionate since she woke up from her coma, wanting her friends to know that she cares. She didn’t hide her usual sarcasm and continued to pick on everyone for their quirks, especially Lucas and Mike. She was still the same Max, just with a little more appreciation for her life. 

She quickly took El’s hand, excited to party with her only girl friend. Will simply stood there, awkward and unsure, per usual. He kept his hands in his pockets, shimmying his way through the crowd. That’s how he got to where he is now—standing in the kitchen, by himself, debating whether he should have a drink or not. “First time for everything,”  Will thinks. He grabs a plastic cup, filling it with what he hopes is fruit punch. Before he can overthink, Will downs the punch, red liquid dribbling down his chin and past the corners of his lips. 

Thirty minutes go by, and Will still hasn’t even caught a glimpse of his friends, besides Max and El dancing in the middle of the room. He’s had a few drinks at this point, currently sipping on his third, nearing a refill. He quickly fills his cup, deciding to explore the house to find his friends. Walking through bodies, watching teens grind on each other and basically fuck in the middle of the room. For the first time, he wasn’t uncomfortable around everyone else’s pda. He was actually stuck in a state of wonder. I wonder what that feels like, and I wonder if I’ll get to experience this one day—the thoughts running through his drunken brain. Finally, his eyes landed on Dustin’s familiar curls.

As he heads toward Dustin, the others come into view. Beer pong, it looks like. Dustin and Lucas are standing together, most likely on the same team. Across the table, an unexpected duo of Mike and Chance, surprisingly having a good time, as it seems. Will watches from across the room, standing still, noticing the way Mike teases as his opponents fail miserably. Will has more courage than usual, a result of lots of alcohol in a short time period. He begins to walk toward his friends, drink in hand and a tipsy smile on his face.

Dustin is the first to notice him. “Byers! You made it! What took so long, man?!” Dustin shouted over the blasting music. He pulled Will into a one-armed side hug, patting his back. “I couldn’t find you guys!” Will shouted back, loud enough for Lucas, Mike and Chance to notice his presence. 

“Will!” Lucas yelled, “About time, dude! Wanna play? I’m sure we can find someone else, so that teams are even.” He offered. “Uh, I’ve never played before, but sure,” Will replied timidly. “No worries, man! You can join Mike and Chance. Lemme go get Josh, I’m sure he’ll play!” Lucas exclaimed and ran to find Josh. Will hasn’t spoken to Mike much lately. They’ve both just been doing their own thing, hanging out with different people. Since Mike and El broke up, it’s been a bit awkward to hang out as a group. Lucas is usually with Max or at basketball practice. Will spent most of his time with El and Max, or alone with Robin. Mike’s been with Dustin mainly, or working at the Squawk with Steve, missing his time in the AV club in middle school: Mike and Steve, another unexpected duo.

Will walked over toward Mike and Chance, suddenly feeling awkward, as if he was intruding on their game. “Hey, Will,” Mike said with a tight-lipped half smile. Will wasn’t sure what to make of that. “Sup, man.” Chance offered a real smile, to which Will felt inclined to return. “Hey…” was all Will said. Suddenly, the air became heavy, awkward, uncomfortable. Mike’s body became stiffer the longer Will stood next to him, tension building. Mike’s winning streak was depleting, his aim getting worse with each throw. But the more Will drank, the more confident and accurate his throws became, saving his team from Mike’s shitty throws.

“Wheeler, what happened, dude! You were destroying them before!” Chance jokingly yells, bumping Mike with his elbow. “Yeah, I uh, I don’t know, I guess my arm is just a little tired…” Mike stuttered out, shaking his arms a little to regain a bit of blood flow. Chance reached over to the cooler beside the table, grabbed a bottle of beer, popped the top off, and shoved it in Mike’s hand. “Here! Drink this! Maybe it’ll help you relax!” Chance shouted to Mike. 

 Mike hates beer. He’s tried it before, sneaking some of Ted’s from the fridge one night, during a late-night hangout with Lucas in Freshman year. Instead of overthinking it, Mike chugs the beer, tossing the empty bottle to the side. Beer dripping down his chin, he pulls up his sleeve, wiping his face with the fabric. 

The night continues, the group of boys continuing to drink and laugh together. Mike and Will eventually became too intoxicated to remember the awkward tension from earlier in the night. Max and El eventually joined the boys, a little tipsy as well, but much more aware of their surroundings. 3 am rolls around, after hours of drinking and dancing, and they all realize that the party has died down, and most guests have either left or passed out somewhere. 

The party gathers their belongings, trying to steady each other. Mike, very drunkenly, yells, “DO YOU GUYS-”, “shhhhhh. People are sleeping, Mike.” Lucas interrupts, slurring his words. “Sorry, sorry. Do you guys wanna just sleep in my basement? My house is just a few blocks from here. My mom won’t care.” Mike offers, wanting to make sure everyone stays safe. Everyone simply nodded, heading out of Andy’s house, rubbing their eyes from exhaustion. 

They all arrived at the Wheelers’ house, attempting to be quiet, but stumbling and tripping over their own feet. Thankfully, everyone made it down to the basement unharmed. Mike opened the linen closet in the basement, pulling out blankets and sleeping bags, followed by pillows and pillowcases. Everyone finds a spot, Dustin being the first to claim the sofa. El, oddly enough, made her way under the table, familiar with sleeping in that spot many years ago. Max, Lucas, Will and Mike, finding a place in the middle of the basement floor, too drunk to care about how close their bodies were.

The room was lit only by a dim lamp in the far corner, glowing just enough to prevent anyone from stepping on another person during late-night trips to the bathroom. Everyone fast asleep, drunk off their asses, expecting to feel like shit in the morning.

[mystixx-xoxo]

The wolf inside me has awoken…

[stxrrrdusttt]

frank castle wants his girl to kick his ass idc i've single handedly decided it's canon

little fucker got his claws in me and it's making me insane actually

[bylerbuzzenjoyer]

TTMD; TTMS CHAPTER 13 SPOILER!!!

«Mike watches him closely, his vision is a bit blurry around the edges. Will’s throat bobs with every swallow. Mike wants to drink the water straight from his mouth.»

so close mike! that’s actually called BEING GAY!

can’t wait for max to clock his gay ass in chapter 14 🙏 why does mike have to be so clueless all the time…

[whylee-wheeler]

The face of a man who's imagining his best friend completely naked

[willowstar204]

will “we can do everything but kiss because it will destroy me” byers and mike “i’m dying because you won’t let me kiss you” wheeler

gets me every. single. time.

[michellethebrave]

How it feels to desperately wait for a new chapter of "talk to me dirty; talk to me sweet"

[joeqxinnxoxo]

chapter 13 just came out and i’m already in desperate need of chapter 14….

[alya-stargazer]

I will never get over the fact that mike called meeting Jane "dumb luck " but called meeting Will " the best thing I've ever done "

[joeqxinnxoxo]

and people still say byler isn’t real 🤓🤓

[michellethebrave]

How it feels to desperately wait for a new chapter of "talk to me dirty; talk to me sweet"

[scrunklyyokkie]

[mina-logan]

Casual

Full art HERE

[ceremonyn087]

kisses in the 90s NYC snow :-)

[joeqxinnxoxo]

my babies 🥹

[ivystrangerthings]

Me and tumblr fanfic’s have a deep connection- none of y’all understand💔

[joeqxinnxoxo]

be my baby - byler

chapter one, chapter two (links)

word count: 1501

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CHAPTER THREE - DISTRACTION

Mike has been keeping to himself since the morning after the party… The morning of the incident with Will. Mike doesn’t want to confront his confusion. He doesn’t want Will to confront him. So he’d stayed away. It’s been two weeks since the last group hangout. Two weeks since the party. Two weeks since he woke up with Will in his arms. They all see each other at school, sit together during classes and in the cafeteria. Mike purposefully sits at the opposite end of the table from where Will sits, trying to put as much distance as possible between them. 

Not only has he distanced himself from Will, but the rest of the party as well. Not really on purpose, but he didn’t want people to keep asking him what’s wrong, or why he’s acting weirder than usual. Surprisingly, Max was the first to notice Mike’s unusual behaviour, asking him at lunch one day, “Wheeler, what’s wrong with you? I’ve never seen you silent for this long.” Keeping his answer short, he replied with a shrug and said, “Just tired,” resting his head on his arms on the table, to avoid answering any more questions. 

The only people Mike has ‘hung out’ with are Steve and Robyn, or his family. Mike took the job at the radio station to distract himself, but he didn't realize that distracting himself would include teaching Steve all these AV tricks he never knew about. Steve was far less arrogant than he once was, comfortable with letting someone else teach him something new. Mike was finally enjoying Steve’s presence, now that Steve didn’t ask about Nancy 24/7. 

At the moment, Mike was at work, organizing the sound effect tapes, which Steve typically leaves scattered around. He was so focused on alphabetically arranging the tapes that he didn’t even hear the booth door open and close. Mike basically jumped out of his skin when Robin began speaking in her loud manner. “Mike! Hey! Question for ya!” Mike turned around and simply let out a “hm?” 

“Soooooo, as you know, I’m kind of in a relationship now. Well, er, not kind of. I AM in a relationship. Long term, hopefully.” Mike looked at her, narrowing his eyes slightly as to say, ‘Okay, spit it out already.’ “Uh, sorry. Anyways! I totally forgot that it’s date night tonight. I was supposed to ask Steve to cover the booth tonight, but since I forgot about the date, I also forgot to ask him, and now he’s busy. And now I’m kind of stressing because I’m not sure what else to do besides-” 

“Are you trying to ask me to cover the booth?” Mike interrupts, suddenly a little excited. “Yeah. Yeah, if you aren’t busy, I mean. If you can’t, I’ll just have to tell Vic- uh, Vic..tor… that I can’t make it tonight. If you can’t, that’s totally fine!” Robin finishes, taking a deep breath. “No, I can do it. I’ve kind of been wanting to cover it for a while; I miss AV club.” Mike responds with a small smile.

“Oh, thank god! I didn’t want to cancel again. Thanks, Mr Mike!” She pulled him in for a tight hug, to which Mike simply patted her on the back with one hand, his other arm flat to his side. She pulled away, a grateful smile stuck on her face. “Anyways, I should go! Don’t wanna be late! Thanks again, Mike!” She turns on her heel, but Mike stops her quickly. 

“Hey, Robin?” She turns back and looks at him. “Have fun on your date with Vickie.” Robin looks at him, a little shocked, but that shock quickly turns into happiness. She’s not sure how Mike knows, but she’s grateful he made it clear to her that he doesn’t have a problem with it. She shoots him a small wink and heads out the door.

Mike, now alone in the old radio booth, looks around with all of the buttons. He gives himself an hour before the scheduled radio time, making himself familiar with the layout of everything. He organizes all of the songs he planned to play, a tall pile of vinyls stacked on the table. The top of the pile is whatever he’s playing first; the bottom is whatever he wants to end with. He was nervous. Not nervous about the equipment, but the speaking portion of the radio. 

Mike isn’t the best with public speaking; he never has been. But it’s a lot easier when the people listening can’t see you. Mike glances at the clock on the wall, 3 minutes until he’s on. He takes a deep breath and grabs his first record, placing it on the player next to him. He keeps the needle up so he doesn’t start the song too early. He takes another deep breath, turning everything on, making sure the connection is stable. One more deep breath, and he presses the ‘talk’ button on the microphone, and suddenly, he’s live.

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Will sat on his bed, his pencil floating above the blank paper in his lap. He had been stuck like this for an hour, unsure of what to draw. He’s had no inspiration for weeks; the only thing on his mind has been Mike. He was finally giving up on his crush on Mike, understanding that they would never happen. But after that morning, Will’s hopes were suddenly back to haunt him. And now, once again, Mike is floating around in his brain nonstop.

Will checks the time, realizing that Robin’s radio time was about to start. He gets out of bed and turns on his bedroom radio, switching to Robin’s usual channel. He gets back in bed, lying on his stomach, propping himself up by his elbows. He patiently waits, tapping his pencil on the sketchbook in front of him. Suddenly, a slight static appears in the room, signalling that Robin’s station has been turned on. But much to Will’s surprise, Robin was not on the other side of that microphone tonight.

“What’s up, Hawkins. It’s your boy, Mike Wheeler… Er, sorry, that was lame.” Mike’s voice echoed through the speakers, and Will was stuck in one place as he sat in shock. “I’m, uh, I’m not gonna pretend to be someone I’m not. I’m not gonna pretend to be someone cooler or less nerdy. Your favourite host, Rockin’ Robin, is on a date tonight. Sooo, as unfortunate as it is for her usual listeners, you’re stuck with me tonight.” Will listened to Mike’s voice closely. He knew no one else would catch this, but he could hear the slight shake in his voice, the nervousness in his whole body, making itself known to Will by that tiny quiver in Mike’s tone. 

“This first song is a classic; one that you should all know if you’re above the age of 8. Released in 1980, this is ‘Call Me’ by Blondie.” Mike ended, the song slowly fading in. The sound of Mike’s voice suddenly had Will by a chokehold, the newer base of his voice vibrating in his chest. Suddenly, Will’s inspiration hit him like a truck. His pencil hit the paper, Mike’s face appearing in his mind. But this time, he used it as leverage. He incorporated Mike into his drawing, just like he did with his painting all those years ago. 

Will had studied Mike’s face for years, only growing more fond of him as Mike grew into his awkward features. Will could map out his face without a reference, knowing every crease in his skin, every direction of each curl on his head, and every different shade of brown in his eyes. 2 hours flew by, with Will listening to each song Mike picked. He listened intently to Mike’s soothing voice as it guided him through his new art piece. 

“Alright, folks. It’s time I say goodbye for now. I hope I was a decent replacement for Robin tonight. You’ll hear me again one day. Our last song of the night was released in 1979 by Queen. This is ‘Crazy Little Thing Called Love'… Wheeler, over and out.” Queen, one of Will’s favourite bands. Will had always noticed that Freddie Mercury was like him. Most others hadn’t figured it out yet, mainly because most people hadn’t really accepted queer folk yet. But also because they didn’t know what to look for. 

Will knew what to look for. Mannerisms, body language, even something as simple as a glimpse at another man and the way that glimpse lingered. Will listened to the lyrics of the song as his pencil worked all over the paper, the words forcing their way into his head.

This thing called love

I just can't handle it

This thing called love

I must get 'round to it

I ain't ready

Crazy little thing called love

Suddenly, he realized… He never got over Mike. He simply pushed it aside, realizing it would never ever happen. But maybe he shouldn’t give up just yet… 

[joeqxinnxoxo]

be my baby - byler

here's the link for chapter one - if you haven't read it.

word count: 1478

AUTHOR'S NOTE - short note. i just wanted to say thank you to everyone who read chapter one! i've really enjoyed writing this story so far (i have lots more of this story in my drafts hehe). enjoy chapter two!!!

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CHAPTER TWO - CONFUSION

Will woke up expecting to be cold. Anticipating the cold morning air to flow through the basement door from outside. Much to his surprise, he was warm. He was thankful for the thick blanket wrapped around him. Slightly opening his eyes, Will winced at the light seeping through the windows. His head was pounding, his vision blurry,  his ears ringing. He drank way too much, especially as he had never touched alcohol before last night.

Will tried to lift his arm to rub his eyes, but he felt an unusual weight keeping his arm in place. He forced his eyes open, trying to ignore the pain. He looked down, noticing an arm draped around his waist. Unsure of who it was, Will began turning his body, slightly shimmying around, unknowingly waking the body next to him. A groan escapes the unidentified person, Will figuring out it was a man from the bass in his voice. Now completely turned around, Will made eye contact with a very tired and grumpy Mike Wheeler. 

Mike, still waking up, hasn't fully registered what is happening. It takes him a moment before he realizes his arm is snaked around the waist of William Byers. Quickly, Mike’s eyes shoot open, and his arm is tugged away from Will. Both of them were completely silent and incredibly uncomfortable. Mike stands up, trying to create some distance between the two of them. He rubs his face in his hands and feels a small sense of relief as he notices… they’re the only ones awake. No one else knew the position they had woken up in. No one else knew that they had accidentally snuggled all night. 

Will is simply sitting there, suddenly cold from Mike’s body heat being abruptly pulled away. He looked at Mike, not saying anything, not wanting to wake their friends. Mike brought his hands to his temples, rubbing in gentle circles; Will was unsure whether it was due to the hangover or the situation. Without a word, Mike went upstairs. Will sat there, cold, confused, and in pain. He doesn’t move, any slight movement making him even more nauseous.

Light footsteps on the basement stairs, old wood creaking every few seconds. Mike’s long body appeared once again, this time with 6 water bottles in his arms. He placed them all on their DND table, keeping 2 in hand. He passed one to Will, still keeping silent. Will took it without hesitation, instantly realizing how thirsty he was. Will started chugging the water, but stopped when he heard the rattle of a pill bottle. Ibuprofen. 

Mike opened the bottle, handing 2 small pills to Will, and taking out 2 for himself. The rattle of the pills must’ve been louder than they thought, seeing as Dustin and Max both woke from the sound. “What time is it?” Dustin whispered, rubbing his eyes. The first words spoken this morning. “Uh, it’s like 11 am. I checked when I went upstairs.” Mike responded quietly.

“Wheeler, pass me some of that, would you? My head is killing me.” Max pleaded, not really caring about the volume of her voice. Mike grabbed 2 waters, noticing Lucas was stirring awake as well, then handed Max the waters and the pill bottle. She took what she needed for both herself and her half-asleep boyfriend, then passed the ibuprofen over to Dustin. He got up, helping himself to a bottle of water, and putting one next to El for when she woke up. 

“I, uh, I’m gonna go have a shower.” Mike started, “You guys can help yourself to shit in the kitchen, if you want. My mom already lectured me this morning, so if you don’t feel like hearing that too, I suggest leaving from the basement door.” And with that, Mike scurried upstairs. The rest of the party decided to go upstairs, suddenly starving, leaving El and Will in the basement. 

Will used the basement phone to call his mom, requesting that she pick them up from the Wheelers’ house. Joyce, being the worried mother she is, quickly gave him shit for not coming home or at least calling last night, but agreed to come pick them up. Will grabbed anything that was his or El’s, putting it by the basement door. He gently woke his sister, telling her it was time to go. El slipped the pills in her mouth with some water and hopped out of bed with way too much energy. Surely, she’s felt worse pain.

They both slipped on their shoes, quietly heading out of the Wheelers’ basement exit. They walked around the house, Will groaning at the sun, cursing himself out for drinking so much. Joyce was already waiting by the curb, worry plastered on her face. El claimed the front seat, excited to tell her mom about her first real party. Will, on the other hand, slithered into the backseat, closing his eyes and trying not to throw up from the car's sudden movement. As soon as they got home, Will went to his room and slid under his covers.

He wanted to go back to bed… but all he could think about was Mike’s body against his.

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Mike’s shower was so long that his fingers were raisins, and the water was ice cold. The entire time, all he could do was think. Think about the situation he woke up in. Think about the way it made him feel. Think about how much he liked it. But by the end of his shower, he simply chalked it up to being drunk and warm. Besides, he and Will had always shared Mike’s bed during sleepovers when they were kids. Why was it different now? Because they’re older? No. Because Will likes boys. Because he knows that Will likes boys. He doesn’t care about who or what Will likes, as long as Will knows that Mike likes girls. Only girls. 

Except that throughout the day, it was all Mike could think about. He felt weird. Uncomfortable. He didn’t understand why he was still thinking about this. Eventually, to get his mind off of it, he decided to bike to the Squawk. The music always improved his mood. Rockin Robin is doing her mid-day 10-minute talk about anything going on in the world, while Steve is adding some sound effects. 

Mike slumps his backpack on the floor, right outside the recording booth. Robin, being herself, shoots Mike a wink and a smile as she continues to speak to her audience. Steve steps out of the booth for a second, leaning his head out of the door. “Oh, thank god you’re here. I’ve had to piss for 25 minutes, and she just keeps talking,” Steve whispers, taking his headphones off. “Cover for me, would ya?” He says, placing the headphones on Mike’s head, scurrying off as fast as he can. Mike shakes his head, entering the booth. 

“Well, my lovely listeners, I’ll let you listen to some tunes. Normally, I try to keep my talks short, but my trusty sidekick Steve reeeaaally had to use the washroom, and I simply love to push his buttons,” Robin admits, “My mini sidekick, Mr Mike, is here to help, so let's go easy on him. This next song is a personal favourite of mine. Released in the 60’s, and featured in the classic movie, Dirty Dancing, back in ‘87. This is “Be My Baby” by The Ronettes. Rockin’ Robin, out.” And with that, Robin takes a deep breath, inhaling all of the air she lost within the last 25 minutes. 

“Hey, Mr Mike! Y’mind covering the booth alone for a sec? I’m sooooo thirsty, I need a drink. Want one?” She asks quickly. “Uh, just a water. Thanks.” Mike replies with a dry smile. “Okie dokie! Back in a jiff!” She says, running down the hall. Mike walks toward her chair, taking a seat to look at all of her equipment. Suddenly, the lyrics of the song truly seep into his mind, infiltrating every crevice. 

Oh, since the day I saw you,

I have been waiting for you,

You know I will adore you,

‘Til eternity

For whatever reason, the only person he could think about was Will. The lyrics reminded him of the first day he met Will. The day they became friends. Best friends. The day Mike knew he would want Will in his life forever. The day he knew he’d always have Will by his side. But Mike has always seen Will as his best friend. He’s never questioned that. So why now? Why, after one drunken night, did he suddenly rethink every encounter they’ve ever had? Every brush of the knee, every bump of the elbow, every shared look. Why was he all of a sudden unsure of Will’s role in his life?

Why was Mike suddenly so confused? Why was he suddenly so anxious?

[chiconduty]

it’s a need

[wistful-pinecone]

my favourite byler fics

I haven't been super active tumblr or ao3 in a while- so forgive me if this list skews towards older / more popular fics and neglects so many of the amazing ones I'm sure came out in between. These are just the ones I saved and remember loving. Think of this as a part one before I catch up with the newer stuff.

I Never Find Out 'Til I'm Head Over Heels by orphan_account

Mike asks Will to every school dance :(

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this). by burgundyshirts

This is the fic that made me fall in love with the trope of Mike just... assuming he's Will's boyfriend without ever actually confirming (aka Will being in denial about the fact that Mike's obviously in love with him)

The Red Envelope by midnighteverlark

Will writes a love confession. To his dismay, Mike accidentally finds it. In my mind this is the perfect slow burn.

a bed in your shape by passerine_in_jade

I cannot recommend this one enough. It's like the perfect combination of fake dating and mutual pining. I've reread twice.

would it really kill you if we kissed by delusionaltogether(Whyyyyy)

Lots of flirting. Just very cute overall.

Anyways, I'm sure I'll find more as I get back into reading byler fics, but these are just the ones that I remember. Feel free to offer recommendations :)