Will help!! I'm stuck in a Christmas ornament and the only way you can save me is a true loves kiss 🥺
I'm sorry Mike, I too, am trapped in the Christmas ornament 😞
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Will help!! I'm stuck in a Christmas ornament and the only way you can save me is a true loves kiss 🥺
I'm sorry Mike, I too, am trapped in the Christmas ornament 😞
I am also in this episode
@sir--crow
BYLER FANFIC COLLAB ANNOUNCEMENT!!!
I am very happy to announce a mwtfdydgate fanfic written by myself and the lovely @ibrakeforrainbows !!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Mike turns around and freezes in place, staring straight at Will from across the room that’s now lit up yellow. His eyes roam up and down Will’s body with a certain curiosity—a discovery, maybe, like he’s learning something new. His throat bobs as he swallows, lips parted, and his eyebrows twitch almost too subtly to see. Just a little flick upwards.
“I, uh,” Mike begins, “I can see you now.”
Will smiles. It’s a so-very-Mike thing to say. “I can see you, too.”
or: six times Mike gives Will mixed signals, and one time it comes through clearly.
we hope you enjoy the start of our beloved byler fic!! <33
what happens when @sir--crow reads over my byler fic
DAMN THIS SUCKS!!!
BRO WERE THE DUFFER BROTHERS HUNGRY WHEN THEY WROTE VOLUME TWO???
i’m not sure if anyone here has read my and @sir--crow’s mwtfdydgate fic a sly touch at times, but if you have you may know that it hadn’t been updated since december … there are many reasons for that (the finale kicked our asses, i’ve been working on other projects, etc) but the main one is that crow’s health hasn’t been good, and i haven’t wanted to write without them.
but! this fic is very dear to me, and i’d love to get it finished, so crow gave me permission to finish it myself!! i’ll still be getting their feedback and help, but it seems it’ll mostly be me writing the last two chapters. i really wish they could have more involvement, but unfortunately that’s just how it is with chronic illness, it’s unpredictable and debilitating. everyone please send crow your well wishes, and know that new chapters are in the works! <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
a new chapter of our mwtfdydgate fanfic: a sly touch at times is out!!
I wrote most of the chapter and @ibrakeforrainbows added more + edited it! we hope you all like it! :D
It’s the anniversary effect. He’s spent years really understanding the depths of this concept, and this summer, despite the anniversary being months away, he felt it. It hit him like that chill in the air, the rising bumps on the back of his neck, that skin crawling sensation that makes him want to scratch and scratch until it’s gone. He can’t, though, so he wraps himself in scarves and turtlenecks, hiding away this blight like a curtain blocking out the sun. It’s still there, poking through and always nipping at him as a reminder, but still he can pretend it isn’t. Mike sees this, just like he always can, and starts plotting. Will knows it because Mike always gets this look on his stupid face. A quick glance over the dining table, a bitten back smile, and a twitching eyebrow that says, ‘You’re in for it, Byers.’ Or maybe that’s his heart, because it really is in for it whenever Mike is in the room.
In August, the beginning of this plot would be revealed.
Will was in his room, twirling a pencil between his pointer finger and thumb, imagining Mike Wheeler’s face when he laughs—a crinkle on the sides of his eyes, his nose pinching, a wide smile, and a rosy tint in his cheeks—but was interrupted when said gorgeous face came barreling through the basement door with a bag of clay.
“I have an idea!”
That’s how it always starts.
@sir--crow and i have both had epic text blunders within the past 24 hours