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25. byler (st)(fluff)

│││ now playing: Je te laisserai des mots

││✎. ° Patrick Watson

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│ ✶ : · • I LOVE BYLER SO MUCH IM SCREAMINNGGGGGGGG

│ .· * im gonna try my hardest not to accidently make this into angst

│ ✵ ˚ : · set after the very last ep of season 4 like in between the two seasons in their spare time.

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1st person, will's pov:

After coming back from California, we decided to move back into our old house, and eleven is still living with us, along with an additional person, Hopper. He's basically our new step dad and eleven is our new sister, although Hopper still sleeps on the couch sometimes. Today, Eleven went to visit Max again, whom hasn't woken up yet. I was on the phone with Mike last night and we planned to hang out today and talk about D&D like the old days. We've already talked about it before, and yes, he told me about the Hellfire Club. I was disappointed since it was our thing, but it's fine, I'm over it. but I'm just excited for him to come over, but also really nervous. since I've come to terms with my sexuality, I think it's time to come out to my best friend. I've already come out to Jonathan officially and I've metaphorically come out to my mom like that time at the pizza place with Jonathan, except I'm not sure if she got it.

*DING*

That must be Mike! My hands are beginning to sweat, but I have to calm down so I take deep breathes before getting up from my bed.

When I get to the door I see that Mom has already opened to the door and they're talking. When Mike notices me he smiles and waves. Mom tells us not to get into trouble in my room and I take Mike back to my room.

"Hey, Will! How've you been?" Mike greets, sitting down on my bed before I take a seat next to him.

"I'm good! How about you?" I return.

"I'm alright. I like how you're room is coming together. I see you still have you stuffed bear." He gestures to the bear sitting behind us on my bed.

"Thanks."

"..."

There is uncomfortable silence in the room, and my brain is having a hard time thinking of how to bring it up.

"So... what have you been painting lately?"

"Oh- uh, nothing, really."

"What's that?" Mike points to the wrinkled and bent painting sitting on the floor next to my trash can of a faded rainbow sky with an ocean that I painted and scrapped.

"Oh that? it's uh, nothing. Not important. I messed up and didn't want to start over."

lie

"It looks good though, what's wrong with it?" He asks interested, walking over to it and brings it back to the bed we're sitting on. He unfolds it so that he can see the full picture.

Under the fold, there is a silhouette of two boys sitting on a peer.

Mike smiles and then it slowly fades, but in a good way, looking like he just put an important puzzle piece together that finally made him realize what the picture on the puzzle was. He slowly turns his head to me and my face is fully pink, then he opens his mouth then closes it like he were about to say something.

"It's not a good picture, don't worry about it." I say, overthinking the whole coming out thing.

There is silence again, but this time... i think it's a comfortable silence.

"Can I kiss you...?"

If my face weren't red enough already, it definitely is now. My smile is huge and I nod my head in response.

Mike brings his hand up to the back of my head and slowly comes closer, our eyes slowly closing as the same time and lips slightly puckered.

Our lips finally touch, and he tastes like his mom's famous home made pancakes. his free hand lands on my hand which is laying on my thigh. I've never kissed anyone, so I'm not very good.

Mike pulls back and out noses are just barely close enough to touch.

"This completely validates everything I've been thinking." Mike says.

He giggle and we spread apart like we were before, but slightly closer. We're both a smiley mess. I bite my bottom lip, craving his touch.

"When did you know you liked boys?" Mike curiously asks.

"Well... I don't know. I guess I've just known I've always been different. My face was very feminine when I was little and my dad used to be so mean to me for it like calling me queer and a fag. It's just always been on my mine since then. Truth is, I've always liked you. I kind of figured out that I loved you in the 7th grade. I was ashamed, and that fight a while back in 8th grade, god, that ruined me. But it's hard to stay mad at you, even in the fight in the back of Argyle's van, I couldn't stay mad at you after that."

"You know... I can kind of relate in a way. It's too much to talk about, so I don't wanna get into it, but I can relate."

"No, yeah, that's valid."

silence again.

we start giggling shortly because of the whole weird thing that just happened. Mike falls over to me and leans his head on my shoulder, with a goofy smile on his face.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

We quickly spread apart, even farther than before. The door slowly opens and it Jonathan. He looks at both of us then to me, sort of talking in code with his eyes. I can understand what it is. He's saying "Is this what I think it is?" I return the look with a slight smile saying it is, he slightly smile back and then says what he came in for.

"Uh, Mom wanted me to come in and ask if you guys wanted something for lunch."

I look over to Mike and ask what he wants. I tell Jonathan what I would like and he walks out and tells Mom.

We look back to each other and burst out in a cute laugh.

Today was a good day. I wish every day was like this.

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I DID IT I DIDNT MAKE ANGST THIS WAS SO FUN OMGGGGGG

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