#bw25 day 7

[crzytgther]

for byler week day 7!! ignore that im like 3 days late 💔💔💔 @bylerweek2025

[trinkettea]

[bylerfiles]

"it was a seven."

submission for @bylerweek2025, day 7: rose gold!!! the final day, pheww! i was inspired, so here's a collage AND a poem ☁️🎀

prompts used ── .✦ rose gold, promises to survive, engagement rings/promise rings.

@kissboybyler <- ehem ehem.

[heartsonfire7]

Santa Monica

@bylerweek2025

Byler Week | Day 7 | Rose Gold

What is it like to be torn away from your best friend? Haunted with the memory of how it used to be, you wonder if they miss you like you miss them. In their absence, you slowly discover that you love your best friend. What would you say if you could see them again?

Song inspiration:

Santa Monica, Everclear (1995)

Santa Monica, The Front Bottoms (2013)

Hear You Me, Jimmy Eat World (2001)

Mike & Will’s Santa Monica Photos:

[prophecyhaunted]

Whispered into the afterglow ( byler)

The afterglow hums soft—

a breath caught between dusk and buried hopes,

where the azure, veiled and aching,

melts into the hush of velvet ink.

We promised.

Our scars entwine

like constellations etched into the ether,

stars riddled through the marrow of us,

stitched into the quiet fabric of forever.

Fingertips trace them,

mapping the echoes of lingering ruins ,

something that still glows despite the murk.

The echoes of our promise—

muddled with the eventide,

a honeyed melody whispering through the hush,

bones humming with the weight of it,

dewdrops trembling in the pause before night.

We promised.

And I whisper it back,

letting the afterglow keep us,

Carved into the skin of the cosmos

For evermore.

@bylerweek2025 || day 7 ( A number that is carved into the skin of the universe— a beginning) || rose gold ||

[transautisticmikewheeler]

@bylerweek2025 || day 7: rose gold, feat. ending with a bang using "engagement rings"! i wanted to write for this one, so enjoy! (divider by @cafekitsune )

Mike's body seems spring-loaded almost, bouncing in place, his anxiety almost as clear as the fact that he's planning something even after this reveal. Lips quirking, Will entertains the idea of stopping the bouncing given Mike's proclivity to joint pain, but it almost concerns him how Mike might be unable to let go of that energy otherwise. Either way, the almost... puppy-like energy he's giving is as endearing now at 40 as it ever has been.

The room around them is softly lit, fairy lights strung up illuminating the cream walls and the bed their little picnic is spread over, rose petals scattered because Mike could never pass up a chance at being dramatic- no matter how much he called it just romantic, it really is both.

Will can't help the giddiness he feels in his own chest, cheeks warm as he looks over everything.

When Mike had told him about his picnic idea, he hadn't been against it, and seeing it now... it's breathtaking, the amount of work even just in the food made him feel special, not that Mike Wheeler grinning beside him with tinted cheeks even knew how to half-ass anything, especially concerning the both of them and their relationship.

He entertains the thought of teasing Mike for all of this for only half a second, but he decides not to, turning his head to look at him, Mike tilting his head as if to non-verbally ask his thoughts. Will smiles, a bit embarrassed, but certainly flustered.

"It's... amazing, Mike, I love it," he praises, giggling as Mike grabs his hand, pulling him over to the bed, giving Will a better look at all the things on the blanket, a new one it looks like.

There were small sandwiches, varied meats and cheeses on them and even ones with peanut butter and jelly, Will glancing up at him with an amused look as he stutters out his explanation for everything.

"I just kind of picked what we both like the most, I know you still like peanut butter and jelly even if you think it's childish and never eat it unless you're alone. The, uh, pretzels I made myself by melting chocolate with this tutorial I found online and strawberries are basically super romantic, so I had to add those and-" he rambles before getting cut off.

"Mike," Will interrupts, feeling terribly fond of the man in front of him, then pulls him in, melting into a kiss that they extend way further than is any kind of appropriate otherwise. Pulling away, Will smiles looking up at him, hand moving to hold his face, soft as he looks at Mike's own lovesick expression. "Thank you."

Mike grins wider, a giggle bursting from both of them as they put their foreheads together.

"I do have one surprise, though," Mike murmurs, his hands moving down Will's sides to rest on his waist. "You'd have to close your eyes."

Will feels a shiver go down his spine. "Really?"

"Mhm. Trust me?"

Will pulls back. "As if I couldn't," he teases, but steps back, closing his eyes, laughing as Mike guides his hands over them. "Mike! Just do what you're about to do."

"Okay! Okay. Just... don't make fun of me, alright?"

Will snorts. "That's just asking me to," he teases. "But I won't."

He can hear the sound of rummaging around, drawers being opened and some muttering before he hears the springs of the bed dip, Mike giving him the okay. Now seeing again, a loud gasp tears from his throat, tears immediately welling up in the corners of his eyes.

Understandably, Mike hadn't been able to get on a knee, but he'd sat on on the edge of the bed, a box in his hands, open, offering it and the thin band inside. His eyebrows are raised, hopeful, a shy smile like Will hasn't seen in a while there, too. "I, uh, I'm sure you've read the news lately."

Will had.

New York had recently legalized gay marriage only days ago.

With that, Will bursts into happy tears, Mike visibly panicking as he rushes forward. Wiping his eyes, Will reassures him. "I'm okay! I'm okay, I just... never imagined this was something we'd get," he explains, voice wobbly. Arms wrap around him. "I love this and I love you and it's a definite yes, oh my god..."

The arms squeeze tighter around him, Mike's own voice sounding emotional. "God, I love you, too, Will, and even if we couldn't I'd spend the rest of my life with you," he says, sending Will back to tears. "You're never getting away from me again. Not ever. You go, I go."

The engagement band sits perfectly on his finger.

[wistfulenchantress]

Byler Week Day 7! @bylerweek2025

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64087891

ENGAGEMENT RINGSSSSSSSSS

Day 6 is nearly done i swear

[bywheeler]

@bylerweek2025 | Day 7- rose gold

Prompts used: champagne, engagement rings

Here it is—the final fic for byler week 2025! First off, I want to start by thanking @bylerweek2025 for organizing byler week. Thank you for allowing us to share our creations within the fandom. Everything was organized so well and it made it easy to participate :) I also loved all the prompts and how they allowed all forms of creativity to be crafted. It’s been a fun week! 🫶🫶🫶

Without further ado, here’s the link to my established byler fic for day 7. It does feature drunk byler so just a warning about the alcohol use and underage drinking.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64101853

[meepmorp1232]

the sync on this one is so much better thank god. it says chorus only but there are only 2 verses and they're both the same so i'm not sure what it would be called. but LAST DAY OF BYLER WEEK OMGGGGG i'm honestly really proud of myself for actually participating in things and i like my voice a lot more now too

@bylerweek2025 day 7, rose gold

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[the7thsilvercat]

@bylerweek2025 | day seven | rose gold

⚠️minor flash warning in beginning⚠️

oh this is so late and it's horrible but 😭

(oh and btw the watermark is for my other channel so just ignore that ig??)

this was my first time using alight motion so at least I have an excuse for it being bad 😭