#miwi fic

[groovinrightalong]

Baby Mike and Will plot murder (and are adorable while doing so)

[voydhund]

rare non-fandom(ish) post wowie

if i get. like. 5,000 total notes on this blog i'll finish & post this miwi fluff fic promise

[voydhund]

giggles while writing the fluffiest, most awesome, wholesome, cartoonish Miwi story about little Will and Mike's adventures together on c.ai (It will never meet the light of day) (You probably will never see it)

imagine how prosperous the fanfic community would be if people wrote fics instead of using character ai

[i-promise-i-am-not-on-drugs]

I really want to read a fic about that now. It would be both fucking hilarious and extremely adorable. Best combo. (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)💕

Edit: @longtallglasses WROTE IT!!!! It's absolutely adorable, you should totally read it. 🌟

Note: If anyone else want to write one, please tell me so I can tag you here! I would love to read more of this trop, there's never enough fluff in this life. 😌💕

[longtallglasses]

you make me feel like i am free again

The summer of 1982 is nearing an end. Will and the party are trying to enjoy the last moments of heat before the new school year begins, Will especially. Lonnie just split a few months prior and Will is trying to understand the storm that never seems to stop brewing inside him. That is until one day the storm is unleashed. Waves of blood and rushes of relief are spilled. He should be frightened, he should be horrified, but all he feels is an intoxicating sense of control. Mike seems to enjoy it too. OR will's got crazy telekinetic powers? he unleashes wrath upon everyone? and mike cheers him on? miwi being bloody deranged boys.

feral deranged miwi my beloved....

goes with @scapegods bloody baby will <3

[fluffyfangirl]

Byler (pre) relationship (almost) cuddling in bed in fic heals my heart and my soul each time

[elephantshoetoo]

Miwi headcanon:

Little Will brings a box of animal crackers in his lunch every day and he saves all the lions for Mike because he knows they're his favorite.

💙💛💚

[mlchaelwheeler]

btw when i say "miwi" i mean this:

gifs by @emblazons here and here

[aglimmeroflightrefusingtofade]

Little Miwi headcanons? :D

OHOHOHO YIPPEE

Miwi were attached at the hip. They were together 24/7, 365, and if you took them apart, they would probably cry.

Mike gave Will most of the stuffed animals he owns now, but when Lonnie was around, Will had Mike hold onto them so that Lonnie couldn't throw them out - nowadays, Will has full custody again (lol).

Mike was the only one ever allowed in Castle Byers without supervision - Lucas and Dustin weren't allowed in unless Will was there first, but Mike was allowed to go inside alone.

Will and Mike used to make their own comic books as little kids. The books sucked, but both of them kept copies.

They had a super elaborate goodbye ritual for the end of the school day, taking 10-15 minutes, and Lucas would just stand there in the background like 🧍. When Dustin came along, he tried to interrupt regularly, but Lucas would stop him like 'nonono don't do that they'll start over-'

Thank you for the ask!!

[byleriscanon713by]

What would be absolutely insane would be Mike and Will kissing to heroes (Peter Gabriel version.) Like imagine the song says “And we kissed” and they do kiss. It even says “And the shame was on the other side.” Which is so impactful cuz it could show them accepting their love for each other. It would also perfectly juxtapose the s1 and s3 Mike losing Will with s5 Mike is getting Will back basically.

[groovinrightalong]

Craving Byler angst? Like season 2 Miwi? Want some supernatural spooky season shit?

You should go check out my fic Sleeper Agent, which I have finally updated after like five months:D

If you want.

Here’s the synopsis:

[voydhund]

writing at midnight just hit different like damn i aint got no ideas but i can write straight (gay) nonsense for you right here right now watch me GO

[bootsysblog15]

When mike and el fight and

“i thought that you wanted me to say that i loved you!” Mike shouts as he looks up at her from the bed.

“I did i just..” El trails off to find the words. “..you didnt mean them, Mike. I needed you to mean them.” A silence washes over them.

“But.. but i do..!” Mike says as if he were trying to convince himself.

El gives him a tired, pity-filled look. “You did not mean them for me.” Mike sits there thinking hard. “And i think you know who you meant them for.” She continues.

SHAT THEN WHAT THEN WHAT THEN

[freetobeeyouandme]

My Heart, in Paint, on a Piece of Paper

My fic for the @bylerbigbang is finally here! I wrote about Will's art, Byler through the years, and Mike finding out and dealing with the lie Will told about the painting. Thank you to the wonderful @ninaninndraws for the amazing art for this piece, and I hope y'all enjoy it!

Tags: T, Canon typical horror, body horror, period typical homophobia, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, background Lucas/Max, canon compliant El/Mike, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Erica Sinclair, Eleven, Mike PoV, friends to lovers, fluff and angst, angst with a happy ending, canon compliant, S5 spec fic, Miwi

Summary:

Making a friend on his first day of Kindergarten may be the most significant thing Mike has ever done, but that's okay because Will is the coolest, smartest and most talented person Mike will ever know. Even better, Will gifts Mike all the best pieces of his art. Except suddenly they’re growing up and apart, and then there is no more Will and no more drawings. When they finally reunite, all Will has left to offer him is a painting that wasn't even his idea, and as the world ends and the final fight for Hawkins begins, Mike has to figure out how to salvage the most important relationship of his life – because that may very well be key to saving his hometown and the people he loves. - Or, 5 times Will gifts Mike his art and the 1 time he pretends it was someone else's idea.

Excerpt:

Mike could feel his heart beating all the way in his throat as he inhaled in preparation, but he said what he had to say anyway: “We can’t leave yet, we need to wait for Mrs. Byers.”

His mother opened her mouth to reply, then closed it again, confusion plain on her face. Mike had expected as much: He had barely agreed to stay here without her this morning, and that mostly because he knew if he threw a tantrum the information would get back to Nancy, which he couldn’t have. He was a big kid, just like her, and big kids went to kindergarten without making a fuss. But then he’d met Will, and none of that mattered anymore: He liked going to kindergarten now because that was where Will was.

On the other side of the room a few kids chattered away loudly as they waited for their own parents, but Mike still caught the moment the scritch scritch of crayon over paper stopped beside him.

Will smiled when he replied, but it wasn’t the happy kind. “It’s alright. My dad’s picking me up, and I know he’s going to be late.”

His mother came to a conclusion just then, and Mike prepared himself to argue with her. But she just pulled up the chair on his other side and sat down.

She smiled, too, but it also wasn’t the happy kind. “It’s alright. The elementary school doesn’t let out until a few minutes from now anyway, and I’m sure Nancy won’t mind waiting a little.”

Mike turned to face Will before rolling his eyes, knowing he’d get into trouble if his mother saw him. “She won’t even notice because she’s too busy gossiping with Barb.”

Will giggled and picked his crayons back up, putting the finishing touches on the spaceship he was drawing.

They had spent most of the time since coming back inside after recess talking about outer space, which Mike was obsessed with since he’d seen the poster for an upcoming movie. His mother had already told him she wouldn’t let him see it because it was for older kids, but that didn’t stop him from imagining the plot of it: The blond hero was the handsomest and best of an order of space knights, and his mission was to save the princess from a creepy evil robot sorcerer. He used his laser sword to try and defeat the evil sorcerer’s robot dragon in an epic battle, and then the princess would weep bitterly when it seemed that the hero had been defeated. But secretly he needed the princess’ tears as the last ingredient of a potion that would turn the robot dragon and the sorcerer’s entire secret space base into rust. Then they would ride off in his spaceship to live happily ever after.

Will had been drawing the scenes as Mike described them to him, and Mike thought that was the greatest thing ever. Will was good, which made Mike feel a little embarrassed at his own lack of artistic talent, but not envious. This wasn’t like when his sister was better at something than him: It was awesome that Will was so good at art, and Mike enjoyed talking while he drew, providing ideas for Will’s next masterpiece. Will managed to make everything look exactly like it did in Mike’s head, too, which made the whole thing even better. Mike kind of wanted to ask Will if he could have one of the drawings, but just seeing his story come to life on paper was already the coolest thing in the world.

[continue on Ao3]

[longtallglasses]

saw this post, original post from @jonathanbyersphd :) and wrote a little goodbye ritual. here on ao3

Will sadly plots his feet back down the stairs to the basement, just having received a devastating call home from his Mother.

Mike and Lucas sit beside each other on the rug near the bookshelf. They had all been playing with Mike’s toys for hours at this point, abandoning whatever they had been watching on the TV when they arrived.

He stands at the landing for a minute watching them, not knowing how to bring up this horrible news.

Mike seems to sense his presence and looks up, his brow furrowing at Will’s less-than-happy face, “Will? What’s wrong?”

Looking down at his feet, kicking them nervously, Will mumbles, “My mom just called. She’s coming to get me soon.”

“No!” Lucas begins to yell, but Mike quickly interrupts, overpowering his sentiment.

“What!” Mike exclaims, shooting up to run over to him, “Noo, no, no, you can’t go, we still haven’t fought off the forest warriors. We need you for that, we need our wizard!”

“I know,” Will says sadly, hating to see the despair take over Mike’s face. They were so close, so close to victory.

Mike quickly takes Will’s face in his hands, covering his ears to save him from Mike yelling, “Mom! Mom!”

They hear the telltale signs of Karen’s feet pattering through the kitchen. She opens up the basement door and looks down at them, “Michael, what are you yelling about?”

“Will can’t go! Call his Mom back, we need more time! It’s too early!” He shouts as he keeps his palms over Will’s eardrums.

Mrs. Wheeler sighs, looking down at his son’s astounding anguish over a friend leaving that he will no doubt see the next day. “It’s not too early. The Byers’ have something planned tonight, Will has to go, you’ll see him soon,” She says, trying to placate her distraught son.

“Noo!” Mike cries again.

“Michael. It’s final.” She states seriously and leaves the boys to mourn their loss.

Mike removes his hands from Will’s ears to wrap his arms around him, “You can’t go,” he whines.

From behind them Lucas rolls his eyes, as the third member of the group he’d grown quite accustomed to the antics of the other two when they inevitably had to say goodbye. He didn’t really understand it—the way they clung to each other and professed dramatic words about when they would next see each other. He feels no pull to perform such a show like they did.

Lucas watches on in un-amusement as Mike pulls away from Will, suddenly excited, “Your hat! Quick get your hat!”

Will’s face lights up, no longer looking as if he’s on his way to the gallows. running over to the couch to scrounge between the cushions looking for his wizard’s hat. Mike for his part, darts to their pile of costume pieces laying out, taking hold of his wooden sword and pretends to secure it in its holster under his arm.

“Will the Wise!” Mike calls out dramatically, puffing out his chest as Will finds his purple pointed wizard’s hat and pulls it over his head.

“Mike the Mighty!” Will calls back, standing on the couch and gazing across imaginary miles to his companion.

Lucas on the ground crosses his arms, settling down to begrudgingly watch the show. A show he’s watched almost everyday now this year since he became friends with the two.

“My wizard, I’ve searched for signs of your magic for a hundred miles now, and now we must part again so suddenly!” Mike falls to his knees, lowering his head to his chest.

“My paladin, I’ve been casting calls in the night to reach you, hoping you’d follow them and find me,” Will jumps down from the couch to approach Mike, who looks up at him, eyes sparkling, “But my prowess is needed elsewhere this evening, I must leave you now,”

Mike stands, bringing his sword up, and with a gallant swish bestows the wooden blade on each of Will’s shoulders, “I grant you my protection even in my absence. My dear friend, I will follow you to the ends of the land to keep you safe,”

A faint pink hue blossoms across Will’s cheeks, “And I you. My magic will always follow you,” Will tells him, taking the hold of Mike’s wrist that grips his sword, bringing them slightly closer, “If you are ever in danger I will be standing beside you. You have your shield?”

Sighing loudly, Lucas falls onto his back, picking up the toy dinosaur at his side and idly fiddling with its arms, patiently waiting for his friends to reach the end of this tired, tired, production.

“Yes!” Mike declares—he doesn’t actually—but he bolsters his arm out like it’s sheathed on his forearm.

Will places his hands on his arm, “Remember my magic lives in here too, if you are attacked I will be your shield,”

Nodding seriously, Mike places his hand over Will’s, “I remember. I could never forget.”

Lucas groans, “Are you guys done yet?”

“Silence Sundar!” Mike cries, keeping his eyes on Will, “my wizard is leaving me, I must say goodbye properly,”

Will smiles through a giggle, but composes himself, “Not leaving. This is not a goodbye my paladin,”

“No. You’re right, it’s not,” Mike agrees softly, “we will reunite quite soon,”

“And our adventures will continue,” Will finishes.

Mike smiles, “Please journey safely,”

“Will’s Mom isn’t even here yet,” Lucas complains.

Will’s hands grip Mike’s arm tighter, “I’ll be thinking of you with every step I take, and every spell I cast,”

Mike takes hold of his shoulder, “Every swing of my sword and every battle cry I yell will be for you, my wizard,”

“Oh my god,” Lucas moans, rolling over to bury his face in his arms.

The scene goes on for several minutes. The wizard and the paladin continue to recount the ways in which they will be with each other in their absence, how they will reunite, and how they will continue on stronger together than when they parted. Lucas, their ranger, having to bear witness in agony to the whole drama.

Finally a knock comes to the door of the basement. A ring of reprieve for the ranger, and a sounding of distress for the other two party members.

“Will, Joyce is here!” they hear Mrs. Wheeler call out to them.

The two mothers probably know the boys will not come so easily to those words, opening the door and taking a few steps down to survey the severity of this particular goodbye today.

Joyce stands with an amused grin a few steps up from the bottom landing, watching as the two boys scramble back to the other side of the room in hiding, “No!” They cry.

“Will, it’s time to say goodbye,” Joyce says, trying to sound light and positive.

“Mom, please just a bit longer,” Will begs, standing behind the arm of the couch with Mike, as if the small barrier would protect them.

Joyce sighs, “Will you know Grandma is visiting, we gotta go. You’ll see Mike tomorrow,” she reasons.

“But that’s forever away!” Mike cries, holding Will against him and pulling him behind him.

“Michael,” Karen cuts in, “Let your friend go,”

Mike shakes his head, defiant, grumbling, “Mm-mm,”

Watching on from his place on the floor, Lucas rolls his eyes for a third time in the last fifteen minutes.

“Mike,” Will says softly, “It’s okay, I will see you tomorrow,” giving in to make his friend feel better.

Mike turns to him in betrayal, “No wait, we haven’t finished our goodbye,” he tries desperately.

Will smiles, the finish, his favorite part. The part he imagines in his mind when he rests his head on his pillow at night.

It’s not anything crazy, but it’s the way they do it. Will nods, “Yeah, yeah, let’s finish,” he says.

Mike kneels again, placing a hand over his heart, “Until whence we meet again, Will the Wise, I’ll be preparing for our next adventure,” he looks up at Will, appearing strong in his sorrow.

Will mirrors the action, placing a hand over his own heart, “Until then, Mike the Mighty, my full strength won’t return until I see you,”

Outstretching his arm, Mike offers his hand palm up, which Will slides his into. Mike brings his hand to his lips, leaving the chastest kiss upon his knuckles.

Somewhere in the room the two women giggle at the show, and the ranger rolls his eyes for a fourth time. Yet the wizard and paladin pay them no mind, their gaze locked with their hands clasped.

Mike abruptly breaks the dramatics of the moment, leaping up from his knees, “Okay, bye!” he says jovially, as he engulfs Will in his arms into a tight hug.

“Bye,” Will whispers, squeezing back as hard as he can.

“Okay,” Karen sighs, “You’ve said your goodbye now,”

Mike sways them back and forth, pulling Will off his heels for a moment, “Bye,” he says again, quieter this time, just for Will’s ears.

Eventually Will and his Mother make their exit, leaving Mike and Lucas alone at last in the basement.

“Do you guys seriously have to do that every time?” Lucas asks, exasperated and exhausted from having to have had to live through the Mike and Will show once more.

Mike looks at him like he’s crazy, “Yes,” he answers indignantly.

“Why?”

“Because…” Mike thinks for a minute, “because our bond is just special, you wouldn’t understand,” he finishes with a shrug, but an apparent blush has appeared on his face.

Lucas shakes his head, “We seriously need a new party member,” he decides.

[coniangray]

In honor of one and a half year of rooting for that fic and working on it for 9 months:

Here's the fanart that inspired me to write some scenes in "a footnote will do" in July 2022- December 2023.

In order used of appearance in the fic:

From @kidovna:

Mike ending on a busy line while will was away in lenora:

Will's vision under vecna's curse:

Kidovna's flickergate:

Byler on halloween 1987:

From @taeiris :

Meeting with the party to arrange the plan for the ud entrance and their final movements:

Vined Will byers, vision of Mike:

Mike's vision of possesed/ intoxicated Will:

From @meowza315:

Mike getting cursed by Vecna:

Thats it! I was supposed to post this about half a year ago, but legit just noticed it in my drafts and found it as an opportunity to thank everyone for inspiring me to write this 121k word long fic.

It really travelled with me through hell but im fr happy to have ended it and not just abbadoned it in the middle of nowhere lol.

Hope u enjoy it if you havent read it already <33