#byler s5

[elieandra]

"Meanwhile, El has like a book of letters from you!"

Meanwhile, Mike has a binder of drawings from YOU!

this is how thick the binder is...

this reached 1.5k notes so here is the face and the reveal (yes, 2)

[sixxnyq]

i LOVE cleric Will the Wise and Holly the Heroic omg i can't wait for s5

[diavalkitty]

[wineinfused-lipstick]

guys. This is uncanny, TRULY…was done on purpose it’s painfully obvious I’m gonna scream, the composition the smile LITERALLY THE ANGLE??

[skeeto0]

Screaming this from the rooftops genuinely

PREACH.

[bylerpining]

finn said uno reverse

[moony-n-sun]

saw a comment and it just felt fitting...

just putting it out there...

[wickeddreamerr]

“You make me feel like I’m not a mistake at all. Like I’m better for being different.”

only proof i need.

I still can’t believe they actually put this in the show.

This line is my single proof. You don’t write something like this and end it with unrequited love.

With this one sentence, Will told Mike:

“I love you. And just because I love you, I’ve started to believe that what I am isn’t wrong. Because loving you feels so right.The way you are with me, the way we are together, the way you make me feel it’s too beautiful to be wrong. Being able to love you makes me feel like a better person.”

In a show that stands with love and difference can change the world, this single line feels like the heart of the story.

You don’t put this kind of line in this kind of a show if it’s not going to “pay off.”

You don’t write a love like this unless it’s meant to be proven true.

Especially not from someone who is also the main character and a wonderfull human being who once said, “I’m not gonna fall in love.”

-codedbywicked

[bylercertainty]

i think i look up everyday how many days until thanksgiving… im going crazy i need more content to consume to tear my brain away from byler

when i get back home, i wanna start watching the summer i turned pretty lol

[dumbkitsune]

"Byler isnt gonna be canon!" Well you better tell that to Michael Queeler over here before he lays hands on his man

[sixxnyq]

i hope Will likes Mike back lmao

[lovemikewheeler]

Hey! Friendly reminder!

Hosegate is NOT weird!

“They’re thinking about WHAT? 😦”

Are we forgetting about Nancy and Steve in s1? Are we forgetting about the 69 sigh right above Lucas when he was sleeping, referencing his attraction towards women. Fast times? Are you kidding me?

Y’all act like teenagers are the most innocent creatures ever. Absolutely not. Are we forgetting Mike has canonically checked Will on multiple occasions? It’s weird that hoesgate and other sex jokes between these two is the apparent “line”. Because last time I checked, no one said anything about Jonathan’s poster of a half naked woman on his wall. No one said anything about Nancy and Jonathan’s implied sex scene.

Queer intimacy is not dirtier than straight intimacy!

It’s not a stretch to say that scene was a sexual innuendo. Let queer couples have their intimate moments! I just thought this was relevant to mention especially with s5 coming out, the main cast being older in high school.

“They would never think about sex!”

Say it with me: QUEER SEX ISN’T DIRTIER THAN STRAIGHT SEX! Pls stop treating byler like they’re innocent babies. Pls stop infantilizing them. They’re going into junior year in s5. Same age as Nancy and Steve in s1 btw! Genuinely, how is gay sex ‘dirtier’ than straight sex? Seriously… same concept, different execution. Also is it such a stretch to say that two teenagers experience getting turned on? Like you know, most teenagers do (shoutout to my ace peeps) it’s a coming of age story, for goodness sake! It’s understandable to be uncomfortable with smut/spicy content relating to byler, completely understandable; but you can’t act like they’re too pure for sex when they aren’t, and there’s evidence in the show to prove that.

That’s all! My point is that it’s frustrating when people are acting like byler is too innocent for sex. It’s perfectly fine, who cares. They’re teenagers, teenagers have sex. All I’m saying is the double standards are crazy… I feel like Tumblr this isn’t a problem but bylers on other platforms have this issue way worse.

[cheriessbyler]

if Mikes last name was Whitman people would still try to look past that lol

[bluesndyellow]

You ask, you receive

BYLER LETTER GATE SCENE

The storm outside thrashes against the walls. The Wheeler house groans.

Mike flips on a lamp — weak, orange light.

Mike:

“Still smells like dust and… whatever that old candle was Mom used to light in here.”

Will lingers in the doorway. Doesn’t sit. Just watches Mike fidget with a drawer.

Will:

“Lilac and linen.”

(beat)

“Holly hated it. Said it smelled like ‘dead Barbie clothes.’”

Mike snorts a soft laugh. It catches in his throat.

Mike:

“She drew this thing earlier. Dustin said it looked like the Mind Flayer, but… I think it was supposed to be me.”

He turns toward Will. “It had my hair.”

Will finally steps inside. Eyes flicking around the room like it’s a crime scene.

Will:

“She drew me with my mouth sewn shut once.”

Mike pauses. Grimaces.

Mike:

“She’s not wrong.”

That makes Will smile. Barely.

Thunder cracks. A deep, guttural sound. The whole room shivers with it.

Mike pulls open another drawer, crouching near the floor. Muttering to himself, rifling through old junk — tangled cords, torn notebook paper, a cracked cassette case.

Mike:

“God, what was I even looking for again?”

Will:

“Comfort?”

Mike chuckles. And then stops. Blinks at something under the bed.

Mike doesn’t move fast enough.

Will steps forward — drawn in by something just visible beneath the bed.

A folded piece of paper. Edges worn. As if touched too many times.

He reaches down. Pulls it out.

Turns it over.

His name.

Scrawled in Mike’s handwriting. Sharp. Hesitant.

Will.

Mike straightens sharply. Blood draining from his face.

Mike:

(voice breaking)

“Don’t—”

But Will’s already opening it.

His eyes scan the words. Once. Then again. Slower.

Each line like a blow to the chest.

He exhales — a sharp, pained sound.

And drops it.

The paper flutters to the ground between them.

Quiet. Final.

Will doesn’t look at Mike. Doesn’t say a word.

He turns. Walks out of the room like he’s trying not to run.

But he is.

He’s running.

————————————

To Will,

I don’t know what I’m doing.

I shouldn’t be writing this.

You’re not supposed to know.

But I miss you. And it’s worse when I see you. It’s like everything I’ve tried to forget just gets louder.

I thought it would go away. It hasn’t.

I don’t even know what this is. I just needed to say something, even if it’s only here.

Sorry.

—M

_____________________

Mike doesn’t follow.

Not right away.

He just stands there, frozen. The air feels too thick. His lungs don’t work right. The letter lies where it fell—open, exposed, like a wound.

He hadn’t meant for this. Not like this.

He moves on instinct. Out the door. Down the hall.

And stops.

Will is there. In the doorway.

Backlit by the storm outside. Rain streaking the windows. His chest rises and falls in shallow bursts—like breathing hurts.

Their eyes meet.

And everything shifts.

Mike’s voice is low. Rough. Like it scrapes its way out of him.

Mike:

“You… You weren’t supposed to—”

He doesn’t finish.

Silence crashes in around them.

Tighter than before.

Louder, somehow.

They’re staring at each other like strangers. Or like they’ve only just now started seeing clearly.

Will:

(quietly)

“When?”

His voice is barely a thread. But Mike hears it.

Mike:

(voice catching)

“When you left. For… for California.”

Will looks down. Not at Mike. At the letter. Still lying there like a secret finally pulled into the light.

Will:

(soft, stunned)

“Lenora.”

It lands between them. Not a question. Just a name. A memory.

Mike takes one step forward. Hesitant.

His voice breaks again.

Mike:

“You weren’t supposed to see it.”

Will doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t speak. His eyes stay locked on the letter.

Mike:

“I was gonna get rid of it. I swear. I—I couldn’t…”

Will:

(finishing, barely above a whisper)

“But you couldn’t.”

That’s when he looks up.

And their eyes meet again—this time searching, scanning. Not for answers. For each other. For truth.

Mike’s gaze is desperate. Like he’s waiting for a verdict. Like he’s already preparing to lose.

Will’s is unreadable.

But wide. Open.

Mike steps forward hesitantly.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters—barely louder than the storm still pounding against the windows. “I tried to kill it. I did. But when I saw you in California… it killed me first.”

His voice splinters there, like it costs something just to admit it.

Will doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t move. His breathing is sharp, shallow. But he’s still standing there. Still listening.

And Mike—Mike is wrecked.

His hair is damp and curling, pressed against his forehead in messy, soaked strands. There’s a smudge of dirt on his cheek, and his clothes hang heavy from the rain. He looks like he’s been dragged through the end of the world and didn’t stop running. But still—he’s beautiful. Not in some perfect, polished way. But in the realness of him. Raw and aching and alive.

“I hated what it made me,” Mike says, quieter now. “Wanting you. Needing you. I thought if I ignored it long enough, it would just stop.”

Will’s lip twitches—but it’s not quite a smile. It’s something bitterer. Sharper. His gaze drops to the floor. The letter still lies there between them like a crack in the foundation.

“And it didn’t,” Will says flatly.

Mike swallows. “No. It didn’t.”

The silence stretches again. But this one is different. Not cold. Just… full. Charged.

Like a wire pulled taut.

Mike shifts, just barely closer. And now he’s within arm’s reach, and Will’s shoulders are tense like a bowstring.

The air is hot with something unspoken—frustration, fear, desire all tangled together like a thread they can’t stop pulling.

Mike looks at him, really looks. At the tight set of his jaw. The way his hands keep clenching and unclenching at his sides. The way his throat works when he swallows.

He takes another breath, chest trembling.

“I didn’t want to ruin what we had,” he whispers. “But I think I ruined it anyway.”

Will looks up at that.

And Mike sees it—everything in his face. The hurt. The longing. The rage. The hope. All at once.

“You didn’t,” Will breathes, and something catches in Mike’s chest.

Their eyes lock. And suddenly the room is too small for whatever is burning between them.

Mike shifts forward again. Slower now. A tremor in his hand as he reaches up, tentative.

He’s staring at Will like he’s afraid to blink.

His fingertips graze Will’s jaw, feather-light.

And then, softer than breath:

“Can I?”

Will doesn’t answer with words.

He just leans in.

And then Mike surges forward—and it’s everything.

It’s teeth and heat and years of silence finally breaking. It’s Mike grabbing Will’s face like he can’t bear to lose it again, like he’s afraid this isn’t real. Will’s hands bunch in the front of Mike’s soaked shirt, dragging him impossibly closer.

The kiss is desperate. Messy. Earned.

Mike backs him up—step by step—until Will’s back hits the wall with a soft thud, and still, still, they can’t stop.

Will’s breath hitches as Mike kisses down once, barely a break, their foreheads knocking together between gasps.

They hold each other like they’re trying to make up for lost time. Like the world is ending outside this room and they don’t care.

For now—this is it. This is everything.

And neither of them lets go.

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[bylerpining]

FEELING SO EMO RN BC HE'S BACK!!!! HE'S BACK😭😭😭😭