#willthewisx

[odditymuse]

will byers ꒰ @willthewisx ꒱ sent : ⤷ [ love letter ]  For your Mike to stumble upon or look through my Wills room & find a love letter dedicated to Mike that wasn't ever given to him, maybe more than 1 letter? That's up to you.

Mike could have sworn Will had said the old D&D binders were somewhere there in his room. Had he made it up? Or maybe he just wasn't listening at 100% as per-usual. Either way, it wasn't as if he had expected the night to end like this. Maybe that was the chances when they had to share a living space those days. However this would be some of their last months together, with graduation gone and done, with everyone deciding on what they were going to try and do with their lives now that the hell of Hawkins seemed to finally be over with. So Mike had been determined to find them. Just. . . maybe a little too determined. Because out came this little, plain shoe box. Maybe he should have assumed it was none of his business. There was nothing on the box to make it seem like it was what he was looking for, and yet he sat there on the floor, all long limbs and incoordination. Plucked the lid right off and was met with. . . letters? A frown, a closer look. . . Each one was not in an envelope or anything. Just folded up scraps of paper with a look ranging from years old, to fairly new. That? That should be where Mike stopped. Whatever was in those letters should stay closed up in that shoe box, since clearly it had nothing to do with him, right? Only one singular, slightly unfolded scrap would flash his name right at him, and. . . apparently he was too nosy for his own good. Just one piece of paper unfolded seemed to open a floodgate. Words upon words, dated about a month ago. Nothing crazy, just talking about what they were going through. But more than that were feelings. Declarations and saddened wishes for Will to be able to express himself fully. To give in and to have what he wanted.

Which was. . . apparently Mike. "Holy shit. . ." If only he had been paying attention to the sound of feet pattering up the stairs to the bedroom the younger Byers' boy shared with his brother.

[paladinstales]

❝ You're allowed to lean on me, that's what i'm  here for & you're safe now, okay? just breathe. ❞ Will proceeds to hug Mike for support & comfort.

[ From my sideblog: willthewisx. ]

Where It Hurts Starters | Accepting | @willthewisx

It takes Mike a few moments to return his friend's hug. It's not that he doesn't want to, but he still has so much to process. It wasn't a surprise for him when Vecna targeted him. But it was still a lot. He's not even sure of how long he was trapped in there, but he knows it made him feel like shit. He still can feel his heart beat so damn heavily inside his chest. The words, the visions... It was terrible. Much more than he wants to admit. He refuses to burden the others with what happened.

"Thanks." When he lets go of Will, he forces a smile. He doesn't want the others to worry about him. "I need... I need to see El." He needs to see she's real, to feel her, the real her, to lose himself in her and pretend all of this mess didn't happen.

He starts walking and looks at his best friend, hesitating a bit. He scratches his neck and clears his throat. "Will... Are you angry at me ?" Maybe he shouldn't consider all the things he saw and heard from Vecna. But it's quite hard to pretend it didn't happen.

[paladinstales]

[  bandage  ]  Will  changes  the  bandages  carefully,  apologizing  even  when  it  doesn’t  hurt Mike.

[ Hurt Mike? Give me the angst! From my sideblog: Willthewisx. ]

Taking Care Of You Prompts | Accepting | @willthewisx

Mike isn't even sure if it happened on purpose or if it was an accident. He's feeling very disconnected from everything right now, and the effects of the alcohol certainly don't help him think clearly. He just remembers how annoyed he felt when Will knocked at his door. No one wants to leave him alone. It's like they can't understand that maybe Mike wants to be alone. He doesn't want them around, he doesn't need them. They just can't understand. He feels lonelier when they're at his side.

"Stop apologizing, it's exhausting. Beside, I could have done the bandage myself." He's frowning, looking at his friend like he's a nuisance. And maybe a small part of Mike hates himself for treating Will like shit, but he really can't do otherwise. He can't help himself right now, not when he's this drunk. "You could have called me instead of just show up, you know ? Get a life, Will. There's nothing you can do for me. No-thing."

[proudfrcak]

[  fever  ]  sender  presses  the  back  of  their  hand  to  receiver’s  forehead,  brows  knitting  with  quiet  concern. [ From my sideblog: willthewisx. ]

[ I hope you're feeling better by the way! I genuinely love Will & Jonathans brotherly bond they mean so much to me. 😭 ]

// they mean the world to me! ty for this! <3

– 📷 - jonathan wasn't sick a lot , despite not caring about himself most of the time ; so it was quite a miracle. so , when jonathan does get sick , it's really , really bad ...

coughing , sneezing , sore throat , fever outbreaks ... you name it , jonathan was suffering from said malfunction. he hates it. h a t e s it with a dying passion. because being sick means not being able to take care of will and his mom. it means the attention will go to him now.

he hates it. so much so that he tries to hide his wince when his little brother touches his forehead with the back of his hand. the words falling from his lips before will can even speak ;

" i'm fine. you don't have to look so worried ''

( @willthewisx )

[hiisheart]

A finger, swipes at the neatly decorated cake that Will had generous made for Mikes birthday, taken up half of the day beforehand in order to make it, covered in neatly dressed trimmings, decorated with beautiful hues of blue, yellow, silvers, golds, you name the colour it was there!

Decorated to look like Mikes d&d character along with the rest of the gang, although Will was there as his character, Will the wise, standing beside his paladin with the rest of the party behind them, Will & Mike standing front and center.

Despite all of the time Will had spent on the cake, he thought that in this moment he'd be a bit mischievous, after all he'd made the cake, a finger swiping at the soft buttercream frosting, then quickly smudging it onto Mikes nose with a laugh, hand covering his bunny teeth, the biggest smile there was behind Wills hand.

❝O-Opps❞ A laugh, mischievous and playful. ❝S-Sorry that was an accident❞ Clearly it wasn't when Will himself couldn't keep a straight face, giggling & smiling to himself.

[ Sorry this is late for Mikes birthday! I hope this is okay? From my sideblog: willthewisx. ]

⤷ mike's birthday 2026. ( @willthewisx )

coming from a middle class family, mike isn't used to extravagant gifts, per se, but he often came across a hidden gem or two when it came to days involving gift-giving, such as christmas or his birthday. and this birthday of his, will just so happened to be the one taking home the prize of mike wheeler's greatest birthday gift of the year, which just so happened to be his cake. seeing it not only had mike's jaw dropping to the floor from just how detailed and artistic it was — will had always been artistic, and always incorporated an incredible amount of detail in his work — but this was just something so incredible that he genuinely couldn't believe it wasn't stretched out upon a canvas.

❝ holy shit, you made this? ❞ these are the first words he can utter, and in all honesty, he's more than just astonished, but a little ... flustered, not missing the fact that their dnd figurines were the ones standing together, front and center. what had made will decide to put them together like that? he's almost ashamed the question arises in his mind, but he appreciates it. it's ... cute. and fitting. a subtle nod to the two of them.

as mike joins will, he turns to him, about to ask him another question, and this is when will pulls his little trick. a swift motion, and now there's frosting on his nose. mike, although naive, wasn't so innocent as to not catch his friend in his elaborate lie. ❝ that was not an accident, william byers, ❞ mike challenges with a smirk, reaching forward and taking a generous amount of the frosting onto his own two fingers and, with a swipe of his forearm, manages to slather a shade of blue-purple across his friend's cheek. he stifles a laugh, hiding his mouth behind the frosting-covered hand.

[odditymuse]

will byers ꒰ @willthewisx ꒱ sent : ⤷ [ GAZING ]  receiver taking sender’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.

Mile would never be able to begin to explain how they got to this point. How things had shifted the way they had, over the years. Maybe it was separating again. Maybe it was letting time age them a bit — mature them. Whatever it was, it seemed to draw Mike to Will more and more, as the time passed. Realizations, understandings. Figuring out just why things had felt the way they had, after Lenora. Why that damned painting had always made Mike feel so unsure of everything. Truths came out. Will came out. Things began to click together as years passed. Mike realized what that weight in the pit of his stomach had been since he was a damned kid. That need to keep close to Will, protect him. The way he had shoved that feeling onto Eleven the way he had. It all lead to that moment. . .

Led to Mike visiting Will on spring break. Lead to them catching up, lead to them having drinks. Lead to Will offering to house Mike for the night so he wouldn't have to stay at some crummy hotel. Lead to sitting on Will's couch just talking. Lead to confessions Mike hadn't even known he was keeping deep within himself. To Will's hand in his. To Will's eyes locking with his own, just for a split second before they fell to Mike's lips. Mike had dipped in without even thinking. Maybe it was the alcohol ( it wasn't, they'd barely drank ) or maybe it was a million other things built over years and years of knowing one another. Will's lips were soft, Mike wondered how he hadn't done this sooner. Will also made such pretty noises, just from getting kissed. Let Mike continue to press closer, let Mike's tongue sort of tease the seam of the other's lips. Mike hadn't done this in years and yet it was so natural in that moment. It was gradual after that. one hand in Will's hair, the other sort of awkwardly trailing his body. Feeling, exploring. Dancing here and there until he broke the kiss and instead watched his own hand trail just at Will's waistband. Swallowed, looked back up just to see Will wasn't looking his way at all. Mike didn't think about it when slipping fingers from those soft, brown locks. Maneuvering his hand to cup Will's jaw, angle it so the other had to glance his way again. " Hey — hey. . . this, uhm. . . this is okay, right? "

[paladinstales]

❛  I know it's late, but the stars are out, and i brought cake.  ❜ [ Basically Wills shown up later in the night on Mikes birthday because he's been spending all of his day making Mike a birthday cake, the birthday cake depicting Mike the brave & the rest of the gang as well as their d&d characters. 😊 ] [ From my sideblog: willthewisx. ]

Birthday Prompts | Accepting | @willthewisx

Mike feels like the entire day has been fully dedicated to him, and maybe he shouldn't be surprised, but he still is. He's always surprised when he notices how much the other cares about him. It's getting late, and everyone is still around. He's not sure he understands why. So when Will approaches him with the cake, Mike blinks a few times with surprise.

"Holy shit, how long did it take you ? It looks amazing!" he exclaims, letting a soft chuckle escape his mouth as his gaze remain on the cake. "Did you get Jonathan to take a picture of it ? Because we just can't eat that if you haven't."

[paladinstales]

Continued from x | @willthewisx

Mike sighs. It's so hard to know what is real and what isn't. This version of Will seems relieved to see him. He's not angry at him like the one who was previously there. Maybe it means it's the real Will ? But what if it's a trap ? What if it's what Vecna wants Mike to think ? He's scared, so damn scared, much more than he wants to admit. Everyone's missing you back home. He wants to see El so damn much. And the real El, not the ones Vecna sent to him. Damn even here, Mike is overthinking. He really can't escape it.

"Are you real, Will ? How can I know you're my friend and not one of Vecna's illusion ?" He runs a hand through his hair, thinking. Of course he wants to leave this place. But there's Max too. He has no idea of where she is. "Max is here too, but I don't know where she is." Mike's speaking the truth, but it's also a way test Will's reaction.