#byler moodboard

[fluffyfangirl]

Byler Moodboard (including some shiny dice)

[aidyaiden]

@byler-week, DAY 4 : bridge + orange and blue

[miwiromantics]

day 5: green + pink

@byler-week

[starsarefire824]

The Paladin & The Cleric

[lumism]

i think you and i should stay the same.

[jaegerisim]

Byler Actors, Enemies to Lovers AU

"Don't you see? Don't you see how desperate I am for you to understand, for you to see that I love you. Even if I was, or am, an asshole. Even if we don't always agree on everything,I love you. You mean everything to me and I promise to cherish and protect this, what we have, forever. So please, don't go, stay. I promise I'll change. All for my love to you." Mike sobbed as he got down on one knee and kissed Will's knuckles, gently.

"I love you too, you know? I've never stopped thinking about you. Never. You're the one moving me forward, urging me to keep living. That there is something worth living for. Listen, I've always felt like a mistake, except when I'm with you because you make me feel like I'm not a mistake; like I'm better for being different."

Mike stood up and stared at Will, love in the form of tears streamed down. Will grabbed the sides of Mike's face, and the two kissed.

Will loved this. He loved hearing Mike swear his undying love to him and then promptly make-out.

"CUT! Well done, guys!" a man yelled.

Too bad it was all fake and part of an act. Too bad.

**THIS IS NOT FOAH. I DO NOT SHIP FOAH AND I AM AGAINST SHIPPING ACTORS**

[missmisry]

crazy together, right? 📻☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

[gremlin-armand]

Byler + D&D

Mike the Brave // Will the Wise

[messrsbyler]

indie singer mike wheeler x street artist will byers

byler moodboard

[andiwriteordie]

the heartbreak prince | part 1/5: it’s been a long time coming.

“Do you think we could learn to love each other?” Will asks, and that question feels like something intimate and afraid and vulnerable and hopeful all at once.

Neither one of them looks at each other. If they did, Mike thinks, then this question might become an answer neither one of them is ready to give. A confession that this – this might just be something real.

“Yeah,” Mike breathes, and his heart beats so loudly, so nervously, in time with Will’s own. “Yeah, I think so.”

Or:

In the aftermath of a nearly thirty-year long war between their kingdoms, Prince Michael of Corazzia’s hand is offered in marriage to Prince William of Luzios—otherwise known as the Shadow Prince. Together, the two of them must learn to reconcile their own differences to forge a new path to peace and restore their two kingdoms left broken apart by war.

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byler. princes. enemies to lovers. arranged marriage. fantasy au.

what more could you want hehe? 

[cannibalismyuri]

time, curious, time. gave me no compasses, gave me no signs. were there clues i didn't see?

byler soulmate au <3

[bylerweek2023]

Hello Dear Bylers 💛💙

This post is for you. To thank each one of you.

This week has been CRAZY. It has been better than we could ever imagine. We felt so many emotions. We laughed, we cried, we smiled, and we felt the tension and the electricity, thanks to you guys. And we were glad you were here with us to feel it too, crazy together, right?

This week has been so important to us. We received so much love and we appreciated every part of it. All of your posts, all the interactions, the Watch Parties, EVERYTHING! We love this fandom and we're grateful to be a part of it and to see so many talented and cool people working together.

Seeing everyone united and helping each other was so great. We were so thrilled about this week, but also nervous, so it's comforting to read everyone's words and know that people have enjoyed it.

So THANK YOU for being here with us. THANK YOU for sharing your ideas, your talents and THANK YOU for taking a time to participate.

And, of course, the week is over, but we're not done yet! We're gonna still interact with you from here and see all of your posts and ideas, because we're accepting submissions until APRIL 26TH. So if you still want to post or talk about something, feel free to do it!!

Also, we're gonna still create a MASTER POST with some links to help everyone access the Byler Week content in an easier way.

And if you want to talk with us, not only on @bylerweek2023 , feel free to text us on our blogs!!!

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN!

Sending lots of love,

@wheelerssecret and @cluelessbees

[aidyaiden]

@byler-week, DAY 2 : light + purple and green

[starsarefire824]

Will makes his way back towards the fiction section that’s tucked in a corner on the far side of the library. He gets a little excited when he thinks that the lone cozy chair that dwells there might be available. Maybe he could change spots and eat his lunch, comfortable and warm. No one would bother him and he can just read. In fact, maybe he won’t do any of the project after all. Reading back over what he transcribed from Mike’s interview would probably just be depressing anyways. Will decides he’s not really in the mood. Escaping into a new story sounds like a much better idea.

He slides his fingers along the dusty surface of the tall, wooden bookshelves that are lined up. They make an aisle where the light from the window doesn’t reach as bright. He hovers at the SCI-FI/FANTASY section and slowly scans its titles and authors, looking for something that catches his eye. He stops at one named The Mists of Avalon. Dustin read this one last year and said it was interesting. Will bites his bottom lip as he slides it off the shelf and opens the front cover to read the synopsis inside of the jacket. But as he’s reading he suddenly has the same itchy feeling from English class. It prickles along his cheek and down his neck, causing him to glance up.

Will snaps the book shut and squints through the cracks that peek to the next aisle over. He breathes out and it's loud in the silence when he notices there is someone there. Only their chest is visible. The person is wearing a faded jean jacket over a black Minor Threat tshirt. Will tucks the book to his side and moves to the right, continuing tentative and slow down the aisle. He pretends to look at the books, but when the person moves with him just as slow, his heart skips.

He knows who it is.

Will ducks his head as he continues inching down the aisle, and his breath catches when he peers through the cracks to find heavily lashed brown eyes peeking back at him. Will’s heart flutters again and quickens as he holds Mike’s gaze. They continue staring at each other as they make their way down the aisle towards the corner of the library.

When Will reaches its end and rounds the corner he meets Mike face to face. Mike gazes down at him with an expression Will can’t quite pinpoint. He looks breathless and terrified and yearning in a way that makes his stomach flip.

They have so much to talk about and yet Will can’t think of anything to say. He opens his mouth to speak.

“I—”

But Will doesn’t get another word out because they're swallowed by Mike’s mouth on his. He shoves Will into the corner, pressing him backwards into the bookshelf with a quiet thud. Mike skims his hands gently along Will’s jaw and slides his tongue into his mouth, the magnificent sensation of him against his body making Will hum longingly.

Read Demons here

[lumism]

mike's parents commission a painting to send to his fiancée, jane. mike is much more interested in the painter.

Moonlight breaks through the branches of the tree, and falls onto the old swing set. Mike sits with his legs hanging over one side, while Will's are thrown over the other. The collar of his shirt is unbuttoned, and Mike’s eyes keep traitorously falling to the exposed skin.

The night breeze brings a relief from the warmth of May, and an unendurable feeling of hope. Mike holds it in his hands, and just for a moment, thinks that he might see things with perfect clarity. The world, it seems to him now, is infinite- and yet no larger than this garden. The two of them. The freckle on Will's throat.

And perhaps that is why, once Will makes a casual comment about the weather, he responds with a feverish request of: “Run away with me."

Will looks up at him, blinking. Mike swallows. The words don't disappear, and neither does the hope. "Run away," he repeats, more steadily. "With me?"

[basiltonpitch]

"That's what you'd think..."