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zoe. she/her. 29. writer. mike wheeler’s beta reader dnp ao3 posts byler hcs

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alternative title dnp experience the queer joy of third wheeling dnp

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anyway i have no idea what happened at work today

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mike and his daughter making the ‘they’re gonna show you their interest and you’re gonna be nice about it’ challenge but it’s not the daughter but mike showing off his nerdy collections. the comments are flooded with ‘can your mom fight???’. they answer to them with another video. this time the comments are ‘tf you mean your dad is ARTIST WILL BYERS’

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silly byler meet cute that got WAY longer than what i intended (disclaimer: i don’t believe mike doesn’t actually know how to do laundry, it’s just for the plot lmao)

college byler where mike and will meet at a laundromat in new york.

will knows how to do laundry because jonathan and him had to learn how to do things by themselves from a very young age, because joyce was constantly working.

mike on the other end, tragically struggles with it, because karen would always tell him not to worry, that she would take care of everything.

he thuds his head against the washing machine in defeat. “thanks a lot, mom.”

sigh. he’s so calling her in the morning, isn't he?

“do you need help?” mike nearly jumps out of his skin at the voice behind him. his misery making him forget for a moment he was at a public place. right.

“yeah, no, i’m—“ he turns around and,

gay. mike is so honest to god gay.

“mike.” he swallows. chokes a little. control it, wheeler. “i’m mike.”

“will.” the other boy smiles, takes a step closer. those have to be the prettiest eyes mike has ever seen. “are you sure you don’t need any help? i mean, i don’t mind.”

mike looks between the mocking machines and the golden opportunity presented in the form of a dream boy before him. what are the chances?

“um, maybe?” so that’s how it starts.

mike still calls his mom the next day. not to ask her how to do laundry, but to tell her about his classes and that he may have made a new friend. no big deal.

they keep finding each other on different occasions. do their laundry, make some small talk and go on about their day. mike learns will is an art student, has a brother and a step sister back home and that he also likes to play D&D.

seeing will starts becoming the best part of mike’s weeks. fully pavlovian responding whenever he hears the laundromat door’s bell and getting mildly disappointed when it wasn’t the other boy.

this is getting ridiculous.

some days will wears the most ethically compromising gym shorts ever known to man and a wide collection of almost see through tank tops. others he’s wearing snoopy pajamas. both versions haunt mike till he falls asleep.

he needs to do something, anything. so he gathers up the courage. and prays will also likes boys.

it’s sunday morning and there’s only the two of them at the laundromat. will is sitting on the floor sketching something on his notebook, humming lazily to the song that’s playing on the radio.

mike is sitting across from him, watching him. he has for a while now. here goes nothing.

“you know what? i think i never thanked you, for helping me out with my laundry, i mean.”

will snorts, not looking up from his sketch. “yes, you have.” yes, he has. “many times, actually.”

“maybe, but not properly.” this gets will’s attention. his hand coming to a stop over the paper. his breathing picking up. mike can see it, he can almost hear it. he’s just as nervous as him.

“yeah?” there’s a blush creeping up his neck. mike kind of wants to kiss it stupid.

“what do you do when you’re not busy doing laundry?”

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another writer mike x (tattoo) artist will because it’s been too long since i wrote them and been wanting a new tattoo forever

byler where after procrastinating forever, mike finally publishes his first novel ever and wants to get a tattoo, his first tattoo, to celebrate it. the story— based on some very real life events, of course— was about the queer self discovery of a paladin, so he wants his signature sword down his spine. a sign of bravery.

hey, go big or go home. right?

he searches for places to get it done till he ends up seeing someone at ‘hellfire club’ doing some insane fantasy themed fine line work. mike doesn’t even think twice before texting them, asking for that artist specifically.

they book him an appointment with ‘will’. perfect.

the day of the appointment, mike is a little early. a whole hour actually. it’s his first tattoo and he’s nervous, sue him. but he’s not backing out now. he can’t, or he will have to pay lucas and dustin. cash.

mike is in the middle of binge shit panic texting max when the man tuning his guitar behind the counter— with hair his teenager self would have either died or drooled for, he might add— looks at him and calls over his shoulder.

“hey, byers? you’ve got company.”

“i’ll be there in a sec!” the answer coming from somewhere— someone in the back.

“first time, eh?” he smirks knowingly and mike chokes on his tongue a little. feels his face getting warm. god, was it that obvious? “but don’t worry, william here will take good care of you.”

suddenly the door next to him is slammed open and the most beautiful man mike has ever seen walks into the room. hazel eyes, sun kissed skin, full tattooed sleeves disappearing underneath his borderline unethically tight red spiderman shirt.

the latex of his gloves snapping loudly as he takes them off to playfully slap his coworker in the chest.

“would you stop scaring off my clients, ed?” there’s no real heat behind it, like this was a daily occurrence. and judging by ed’s giggle, it totally was.

the man walks towards him now. smile wide and hand ready to shake his. mike feels his breakfast tickle the back of his throat. not the place, not the time.

“sorry about that. michael, was it? i’m will, i’ll be working with you today.”

oh. oh. will as in, the one mike chose specifically. will as in, the one who’s gonna see him without his shirt on. will as in, the prettiest man mike has ever seen.

oh, shit.

“so, are you ready to start?”

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it was a seven, it got me. brat mike wheeler and brat tamer will byers (ft. madwise/madwheeler always at the byler crime scene)

byler where jane points out ever since will started dating mike, he started swearing more. max jokingly suggesting she should get will a swear jar. a night into her crafting corner later, she actually does.

will is embarrassed and annoyed. mike is having the time of his life. he should feel kind of insulted that he’s seen as a bad influence, but teasing will was funnier. way funnier. always.

‘nah ah. i’m not kissing that potty mouth, byers.’

‘careful, soon you'll need two jobs to keep up with that language.’

‘dinner’s on me, since— you know, you’re busy paying for other more important stuff.’

it’s saturday morning and max and jane are waiting for the boys in their living room to go to the lake. mike walks out of their room and into the kitchen, passes right besides the jar and stops. will’s shirt low on his collarbones, showing off the still fresh marks on his neck.

he bends— with slight difficulty, to pick up his bag from behind the couch and flips it upside down on top of the jar. all his loose change now trapped inside the glass.

last night was sure worth every fucking penny.

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Zoeeee amiga did you see the mukbang? I am unwell with the new pinof info 😀

HELLOOO NOT YET! work has been HELL this week so i’ve been postponing it (because i like to watch things uninterrupted and then debrief/binge shit post here) and suddenly it’s weekend again omg (but i’ve seen spoilers so i’ve been going INSANE 😭🫠)

but if i do finally watch it tonight, i’m making it everyone’s problem

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Will once jokingly calls Mike pathetic mid conversation and Mike gets so turned on by it that it's actually embarrassing.

YES YES YES YES YES. thats all i have to say.

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as someone who hcs mike with both a praise and degrading kink, now i need to write a mirror piece to the one will awakening mike’s praise kink by jokingly calling him ‘good boy’. (x)

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not exactly the same prompt but close enough! woke up and wrote this, sorry

one of mike’s favorite things about their relationship was that will would let him see sides of him that no one else would ever even dream of.

like right now, they’re at their little kitchen making dinner— well, will is making dinner, mike is sitting on his designated spot at the counter looking pretty. he’s helping plenty.

will is complaining about a teacher that made fun of one of his friends in class today. the heat in his voice growing with the speed he’s chopping the veggies.

mike hopes he doesn’t lose a finger. he really likes those.

“i mean, how fucking pathetic you have to be to get off like that?”

suddenly mike feels his breathing pick up, for some reason. his skin flushing hot. his gut throb and his thighs clench.

what just happened?

he looks up to see if his boyfriend was watching him only to see will frustratedly throw his head back and roll his shoulders.

oh, fuck.

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tactile boyfriend mike wheeler who needs to have his hands on will at all times or he will die send post

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cue to best friend’s brother by victoria justice. this could be such a fun summer byler fic if i actually made the time

byler where the hopper-byers are separated. will lives with joyce and jonathan in lenora. jane lives with hopper in hawkins.

it’s the summer after graduation and best friends mike and jane have it all planned out to have the time of their lives.

except,

“i forgot to tell you. mom called yesterday, my brother is joining us for a few days.”

“cool, haven’t seen jon in a while.” mike knows jonathan, jane’s brother. because he has enough money on his own to visit every now and then. “robin showed me some sick tunes i’m sure he’ll dig.”

“no, my other brother.”

“what?”

sure, he has heard about will. the myth, the legend. but he’s never seen him, just in really old blurry pictures. and joyce and him couldn’t visit like jon, so jane and her dad went to lenora instead.

but will is a year older than them. so he’s been saving, or so he’s been told.

“jane!” they both turn around at the sound of someone else calling her name.

has that yellow pizza van always been parked there?

“i missed you!” mike is immediately taken aback by the way the stranger picks up jane without breaking a sweat. is the room getting smaller? hotter, maybe? jesus. focus, wheeler.

once he puts her down, jane looks between the two and smiles. the brightest mike has ever seen her. “will, this is mike. mike, this is my brother, will.”

hazel eyes, californian sun kissed skin, tattoos, piercings, arms that could probably bench press him if they tried hard enough. yeah, definitely not jonathan.

“we’re gonna have so much fun together!”

will looks at mike up and down. like he knows something mike doesn’t. “can’t wait to get to know you, mike.”

oh, fuck.

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tf you mean i’ve been gone for one (1) day and i come back to this

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the ‘go for it, nakamura!’ trailer just popped up on my feed. why is hirose literally will byers’ anime variant

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i don’t often write cleradin but when i do it feels like 7 lines of cocaine. wrote this at 7am. yes, another writer mike (x artist will) because i say so

cleradin where paladin michael, soon to marry princess jane, starts writing letters to her future arranged wife as a way to get to know her before they actually meet. they’re together in this now, so might as well start with the right foot. michael believing his best self shines through his writing, not on the battlefield. not that anyone knows that.

one letter turns into two, five, ten and soon he finds himself falling in love with the way she writes, the way she sees the world. something about her seems so— magical.

what michael doesn’t know, is that this whole time, he’s been writing letters to jane’s brother, william.

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jane is still in complete denial when michael sends the first letter. william has never gotten a letter. not from a lover— well, you get it, so he tries to make jane see the somehow bright side of the situation. just like he has always done since they were kids.

“i know this isn’t how you planned it but maybe you could give him a chance? you don’t know him—“

“exactly! i don’t know him, how could i love him? how could i marry him?”

jane never answers the letter. doesn’t read it or even open it.

later that day, william is painting at his studio and keeps staring at the still sealed letter he took with him for some reason, laying on the corner of his desk. begging for him to take a look, to peek inside.

curse his stupid soft heart, was he really pitying a man he has never met? jane was right, he could be an honest to god awful man for all they knew, but at the end of the day, he was in the same situation as his sister, something william could not take part in.

a role he could not play.

but michael did something william didn’t expect from his sister’s suitor, he tried. to get to know jane, to be there. to be a good lover, a husband. he doesn’t know, not yet. the answer staring back at him on a sealed envelope.

william needs to know.

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mike wheeler as ‘my body isn’t ready’ by sombr

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Will once jokingly calls Mike pathetic mid conversation and Mike gets so turned on by it that it's actually embarrassing.

YES YES YES YES YES. thats all i have to say.

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as someone who hcs mike with both a praise and degrading kink, now i need to write a mirror piece to the one will awakening mike’s praise kink by jokingly calling him ‘good boy’. (x)

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woke up thinking about scarlet siren by basaltdyke (if you haven’t read it please do) me? making yet another artist will hc? well, yes!

college byler where mike and will are roomates but aren’t dating. one movie night max leaves her signature red lipstick at their place. mike finds it and for some reason he so wants to try it on.

it eats at him for a week before he waits for will to go to class to do it. he’s so taken aback and distracted by the way the color looks on him that he doesn’t hear the door. now will is silently standing at the bathroom door, staring at him with an expression mike can’t quite read.

he’s is about to freak out and try to explain himself— what is he even going to say? but suddenly will is slowly walking into the room— into mike’s personal space, thumb gracing over his lips, careful not to smear the lipstick. mike tries not to close his eyes and let them roll, or to whine. jesus. watches intently as his best friend’s hazel eyes darken.

“will?”

will answers with another question instead.

“can i paint you?” he swallows loud enough for mike to hear. “just like this?”

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cheap wine and other pocket heartbreaks

on ao3 (x) because saw everyone promoting their fics so here i go

college byler paintingate (angsty but with a happy ending) exploring because as you might know, artist will byers (using art to cope with his trauma) is so dear to me. platonic elmike because i believe there was so much wasted potential there. also loved writing jane as her own person and to give her meaningful connections and relationships such as mike, will and max (elmax girlfriends!)