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can you imagine how good shows would be if writers thought of women as human beings
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THANK YOU KAT !!!
animated winks i guess?? heh
maybe endgame byler was the friends we made along the way and im actually so for real about that like im deadass
Maybe I'm the only person in this fandom that has this hc but: Will in university, finding queer community and friends so peaceful, that he accidentally distances himself from the party without realising it.
It's partly because of the distance, and part because well. He did not realise that he had been living with his breath held all this time, until he find a place where he could finally let it go. The party is so supportive and amazing, he knows they love him and would never judge him for anything. But sometimes, it feels like he is either just over-explaining, or dimming down his experiences when they are together to form it into words they will understand.
he's still loves his friends! he really does, they understand an aspect of him more than anyone could. But, it's just a bit difficult for him to be on the same page as them anymore. Because ultimately, there are things that come easy to them. And there are things about queer culture he feels like he cannot share to them without making himself a spectacle they struggle/need patience to understand.
He probably feels bad about it all the time too, for choosing things that he actually wants to do over them. Sometimes he skips out on writing back letters where they ask him about his dating life, because he really does not want to explain the tedious process of finding queer friendly spaces for his dates. He doesn't know how to explain that while "clubs" are just a place to dance for them, for him, it is the one place where he feels most comfortable and loved. He doesn't give as much details about his friends' backgrounds because it's exhausting to explain how each of them have been ostracised by their family. How do you convey that to a bunch of staight kids? they understand being an outcast, but maybe they'll never truly get it. He skips on party reunions on holidays sometimes. Maybe his boyfriend planned a trip to help in California AIDS protests. Maybe the queer art exhibit he had been dying to see, just finally got accepted to showcase after 100 setbacks from the city.
He really really loves the party, but there's a reality of existing with them that immediately makes his life look foreign to them.
city of stars, are you shining just for me?
“So. When did you realize you were the sun?” Mike had asked, and Will had known this had more to do than just resonating with a celestial body.
“I didn’t necessarily realize. I just…” Will had looked at him knowingly, and Mike, eyes dawning with realization, had nodded.
“Decided to jump and happened to meet some stars along the way, and they knew who you were the whole time.” Mike had finished, and Will nodded.
happy byler fic exchange 2026!!! @bylergiftexchange getting this in in the knick of time – classic luci move! i have had a blast writing this cute lil fic. however it takes a circus and by that i mean my two beautiful, wonderful, incredible friends that i do not know what i did to have the privilege of knowing: kat @escapefromcamazotz and eki @surferboypizza — i could wax poetic about these two for days, but i digress. thank you both. everyone go check out kat’s exchange fic now it’s absolutely exquisite.
this fic is for the one and only @the-kellephant ! i really hope you enjoy it + reading these boys be cute and happy and growing and learning alongside one another!! 🌟❤️🩹🎉
@surferboypizza I hope you enjoy this gift for the @bylergiftexchange! I decided to combine two of your requests, and write a cute willel moment set during post-s4 apocalyptic Hawkins!
The Dead Layer is available to read on ao3! I hope you enjoy :)
“Does the grey layer have a name?” El, so curious about the world she inhabited, often asked questions like this. Definitions to store away and use for later, as if to prove to others that she deserved to be listened to because she had learned more. Will understands — there’s always been a level of disconnect between him and planning against Vecna. His friends are scared something will happen if they throw him into the middle, so he always has to be more sure, more brave, and more determined than anyone else if he wants to be involved. It’s because of this understanding that Will eagerly gives her these names and phrases and definitions, and often gives her an answer before she even asks. But the name of this particular technique is heavy in the back of his throat. “It’s called the dead layer.” -- An exploration of Hawkins, Will, and his relationship with Mike and El, through the lens of an art term.
like a secret in your throat
teen and up audiences | 12k | possession | angst | eye of vecna
“You know what I’m saying, Mike. Don’t be stupid. The only way to keep all of this from happening is for me to die. As long as I’m alive, you and everyone else— all you heroes— you won’t be able to focus on what really matters. Vecna has to die, no matter what. And in order for that to happen…”
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november 1987.
instead of el finding will in vecna’s mindscape, the spy returns to the radio station of his own accord.
i had so much fun working on this @bylergiftexchange fic for joe @jediwill! my eternal gratitude to luci @lucii-bug emily @anti-emily and eki @surferboypizza for beta reading and chatting endlessly with me about this— this fic would not exist without the three of you!
I don't really like this picture but I'll show it to you anyway
Oh, it was actually done on March 22. Coincidentally because I forgot about Will's birthday😔😔😔
My first post on this platform hehe
march 22nd, through the years 🎂
Mapping things out during patrol...
Featuring:
Dustin “No—dude the portal is supposed to be over there” Henderson
Will “Just because I can draw does not mean I’m good at cartography, Dustin” Byers
Mike “is definitely paying attention” Wheeler
Lucas “SHIT—did you guys hear that???” Sinclair
kofi❤️
omens and cycles
another bravebyers and wheelwise comic because I’m still obsessed with this concept
byler horror au!!
kinda inspired by the shining and hill house, i’m planning to make a few comics about this😋
Fall in love
groove or dazed and confused-esque (slice of life for one huge teenage night yk) fic where lucas, dustin, mike, and max are trying to find The Big Halloween party their freshman year. like this is the kind of shit that brings all the cliques together, like corroded coffin is playing because even the basketball team can condone the creepy satanic shit for the season. but dustin and mike forgot to get the address from eddie and it's a secret so there are no flyers or anything. and it's this big huge character study on them because max won't tell them that neil just left and she's moving into the trailer park and her depression is nearly debilitating and the boys are starting to grow apart with their respective hobbies and ofc mike "gay thoughts" wheeler is struggling with willel's absence and lashes out a lot, especially butting heads with max more than usual. and at the end, they finally get someone to help them find the party and it's at the burned down remains of starcourt mall.
some bravebyers, wisewheeler and cleradin for the soul 💖✨