#will pov

[the-camp-half-blood-library]

I'm going to be in the hospital for a few days. I'd like something to read so I don't die of boredom.

Can I request Solangelo, but from Will's POV? Pleasee?

Hey there! We hope everything is going okay for you :) and here's some Solangelo with Will POV!

Now you know that I love you. Is it dumb believing you might love me too? by MoNsTeRsAmOnGMeN

“You’re not slick, sugar pie.” Nico stiffened. “What?” “That little shadow trick.” Will’s tone was maddeningly casual. “Cute, but not foolin’ me.” Nico didn’t answer. His jaw was tight, eyes fixed on the table. Will sighed, his voice softening. “I know you’re not used to eating regular meals. I know it’s hard. But your body’s not gonna heal if you keep skipping. You’re runnin’ on fumes, and one day you’re gonna pass out, and then I’m gonna have to carry you to the infirmary in front of everybody, and you’ll hate me forever.” “That would be accurate,” Nico muttered.

Everything You Didn’t Ask For (But I Knew You’d Love) by CalesDaughter2

During a casual picnic at Camp Half-Blood, Will secretly brings little gifts for Nico, making the usually reserved son of Hades blush under the teasing eyes of their friends. Later, at a laid-back game night, while the rest of the Seven compete and banter, Will and Nico share quiet smiles and gentle touches — finding comfort in each other amidst the chaos.

Just Some Work by daphne_luvs_fish

Will Solace overworks himself way too much, casually sacrificing his health for his responsibilities. Nico is very concerned. - Solangelo Week - Day 7 (Capture the Flag / Campfire / Lights Out)

In Sickness And In Health by @sarcasmandships

Will Solace is, a son of Apollo, a trained medic, and a one-man emergency response team for Nico di Angelo. When sickness strikes (again), hangovers hit (hard), or divine parents decide to “observe” (horrifying), Will finds himself administering forehead kisses, brewing emergency tea, and navigating the daily adventure of loving a shadow prince who thinks painkillers are a conspiracy. Luckily, Nico is beautiful. Unfortunately, he knows it. Or: Five times Will Solace healed his boyfriend, and one time Nico di Angelo returned the favor.

but i’ve never felt more comfortable in the concept of things ending by @alltheglowingeyess

Nico looks nice in the early afternoon sun, black hair catching hints of brown in the sunlight. When he turns, his eyes are also flecked with similar soft hints of color. He’s in a dark grey quarter-zip, sleeves pushed up to show a few corded bracelets and, most interestingly, Will catches a glint of silver on his ears. “You have your ears pierced?” Nico blinks as he picks up the book, a hand raising to fumble with his earrings. Will gets a better look—tiny dangling daggers, he realizes. “Oh, yeah. Piper did it for me… ten months ago? Maybe?” He’s kind of overwhelmed how Nico is simultaneously able to look so soft and be so kind while also being the coolest person ever, but he doesn’t want to be creepy and voice that. So instead he asks, “Is she, like, licensed to do that?” Nico just grins, shrugging. “Oh, sure. She has the Parent Trap method down to an art.” Will wrinkles his nose as he takes the book back, throwing it into his bag as he stands. He’ll figure out his page number later. “Please don’t tell me you guys used the apple slices.” “Okay, I won’t tell you that we—” “Dude.”

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[higuysetc]

Byler painting fight oneshot incoming???

[mango-fizz]

a little doodle of the guys :3

[spaceoddity6]

Chapter 2 is complete!

I’m so so proud of this chapter and if you like angst you should definitely read it (not bias or anything)

[ditzywillels]

There's a defining moment in which they become one family.

It's as if it was inevitable, their fates intertwined. Of course they would blend eventually, Will thinks, with his Mom and Hoppers romantic ties becoming more and more obvious. It was just a matter of when their household would gain two more.

He just never thought that a death would be the final push.

When it clicks into place in 85, officially, their little broken family driving on the interstate in their seperate cars, Will registers it for the first time. Allows himself to process.

El joining their family seemed to be a no brainer. She needed to hide, of course, and they needed to move, and he was sure his Mom already saw her as a daughter from how he'd seen them interact. While he was gone, he's certian Hopper and his Mom had taken on a parental role for El, and aside from that, she had connected with Will himself near immediately while on the search. A blanket of safety in a dark, wet abyss.

Looking out at the landscape, he wonders. Wonders what her favourite colour is, if she might like anything he likes, what she enjoys doing, her favourite juice. Wonders how effective isolating her from her small support system after this tragedy is. He lets himself wonder, because the summer prior he hadn't really gotten a chance to get to know El.

Will hadn't gotten to know her at all, because --

He's met with a sharp pang in his chest, a feeling he shoves down as soon as it rears its ugly head, burying his face into his hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose.

He isn't about to do this. It isn't /her/ fault that Mike had stolen her away every opportunity, isn't her fault that he'd barely paid anyone else mind all summer. And she'd quite literally saved everyone's lives, over and over. An angel in every sense.

The feeling lingers still, like a snake in tall grass, ready to bite. He hates himself for it.

For the rest of the leg of the trip, he tries to drown out his thoughts by listening to whatever mix Jonathan's put in the radio and zoning out. It works, barely.

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆ ---------- (*・ｘ・)ノ~~~♪

They've been in 'Lenora' for a week.

One week, and the two had only talked a little, tripping over one another like fawn as they both filled the same role in the house. Will hated how awkward it felt. It should be easier, really, he'd talked to El no problem before. But 'before' was prior to them being in the same house 24/7.

It's night, and they both start at the new school tommorow. Will feels like he could throw up.

He tosses and turns, accepting that sleep won't grace him with its presence tonight. He checks the clock on his nightstand, 2:08am. Flopping back onto his back, he stares at the ceiling, debating with himself. He's tempted to just start the day now, even though he knows what he's like with no sleep.

Eventually he gives in to thirst, pushing himself up with his elbows and then out of bed. Will is incredibly careful noise wise, walking up the stairs from his room precision akin to a soldier wandering into no man's land. When he surfaces and goes to the kitchen, he's met with a sight that he was most definitely not expecting.

El is awake, too, sat at the table with apple juice (her favourite, he's learned) in a mug and a store bought pancake in her hand. She gives him a look that reads 'I've been caught'. He chuckles and goes to fetch his own cup of water, sitting opposite her after he's filled it up.

"Are you....nervous, too? About tommorow?" Will asks, and he sees her perk up a bit, a somewhat shy nod following as her mouth is full. He traces the rim of his cup to occupy his hands.

She swallows her food. "It... It will be my first real time in school." Her reply is uncertain, bordering a more scared tone. Suddenly, the mug she's got beside her seems more interesting than Will himself. "I do not know what to expect"

Sympathy floods him, the urge to reach over to comfort her strong, but he doesn't act on it. He doesn't really know her boundaries. He barely knows anything. They're on the cusp of acquaintances and friends, teetering on the line. He takes a breath.

"I think it'll- it'll probably be scary," He says, making El look up at him. "But it'll end up okay, in the end. How much worse could it be than real-life monsters?" He jokes, and it gets a giggle from her. Progress. Will is making progress.

She smiles at him, a small thing. "You think so?" She asks, and he nods, returning the smile. Suddenly she's up, stepping over to Will and wrapping her arms around him as a 'thank you'.

And in that moment, food and drink abandoned on their dingy kitchen table, he knows they'll be okay. They'll get to know eachother better with time, they'll get used to this brother-sister thing, even if it's not a straight shot.

There's a defining moment that Will and El become siblings, and it's shared over late night snacks and high school worries.

[starsarefire824]

moonflower ch. 6

Chapter 6: Blameworthy

A few weeks after that night on the porch, in the middle of the hottest month of summer you and El broke up. I never really got the full story from either one of you, but it wasn’t loud or tumultuous. If anything you both seemed lighter, as if your romance had puttered out instead of erupting in a firestorm like so many do. 

Even still, I knew she was sad. If not sad, severely disappointed. She spent every waking hour with Max that week and slept in my bed every night, hugging the plush giraffe you won at the county fair the year before and my arm tucked protectively around her belly. 

But you…You moped around most of all, seemingly lost and avoiding being alone with me for any extended period of time. It hurt my feelings, but I understood. I still understand. You two were so entangled in each other’s lives it was bound to take some getting used to. To figure out how to just be Mike and El, untethered from each other and individuals. 

I never brought up that night that you touched me, never asked what it meant or why you had done it. But I thought about it constantly, couldn’t stop staring at you and your hands, and the way your mouth was red and full and the truth that was: Your lips had been on mine. 

You’ve always been my torment. 

But after a few weeks, the both of you came around, and that’s when Max and Lucas started planning his 18th birthday party. 

It was the middle of August, just before everyone was about to slowly pack and leave for the school they had chosen. Or for those who chose Hawkins, whether by choice or by circumstance, made ready for the jobs they had lined up. 

You were less evasive, and we danced silently around each other for weeks, still nothing was said. But you sat too close when we played video games, and didn’t look away when our eyes met. 

There was one night we were caught alone under the streetlamp in front of your house, bugs tapping against the light and their shadows blacking out little dots on the pavement. I remember the cicadas were so loud in the trees as we set our bikes down to catch our breath after climbing the hill from Dustin’s house. 

I jumped off, leaning my bike against my hip as you threw yours down in your yard and turned back to face me, chest heaving. You looked down at me, skin flush with the heat and your eyes black as the night around you. I remember you licked your bottom lip because I couldn’t stop staring at how it shined in the light. 

You were so close and you reached out to me, your fingers sure, but your face suddenly terrified. My breath hitched in my throat and my heart pounded when you slid your fingers softly across my temple and tucked a wild flyaway behind my ear. I didn’t know how to be or how to act, still so completely unused to being on the other side of the line we had crossed weeks before. 

I thought you might kiss me then, and Christ I wanted you too. I ached for it. My heart raced in my chest when you leaned in slightly, your eyelids growing heavy and your breath on my cheek. But then there were headlights in my eyes and I flinched. The sound of the engine made you fright, and you stepped back from me, chest heaving and scrubbing the back of your neck with anxiety. When you looked at me I knew the moment was over, but you smiled out of one side of your mouth and regarded me fondly. 

[buckieduckie2]

the fic is always pov loser mike totally flustered idiot down bad mike wheeler but never pov will the flustered loser down bad love sick idiot and that’s a crime 😔😔😔