дорогие, я это сделала 💔 первая глава работы уже на фикбуке At The Beach In Every Life (You’re Mine): https://t.co/sRyEEGSsSf

to love them. i can’t even explain how much that means to me. we need more of this in media, characters who are beautiful without being the embodiment of heroin chic. and we need to talk more about the beauty of different body types in general. at least, i really wish we would.

anorexia for a long time, and even now it still helps so much to see characters everyone finds beautiful, where what’s highlighted isn’t thinness but softness. since will started showing up on my feed every day, i’ve actually been eating better, and wanted to have curves, wanted

i love this whole wave of posts about will’s soft tummy, and i really hope this doesn’t sound weird, but i am honestly so grateful. the way he’s portrayed in the show, and the way people openly adore his curves, has genuinely helped me learn to love myself. i’ve struggled with

touch starved mike wheeler is so important and canon to me

это мы в ожидании 9 главы дерти тока

imagining what comes next. will runs his fingers through mike’s hair when he spends hours between his thighs, soothes his throat after long nights. he always tells him how good he is, how well he takes care of him they always give each other exactly what they need

he’s on his knees, easing the weight off him. he worships his body in bed, kissing every inch for hours. he never asks for anything in return, but will gives anyway. he loves taking care of his puppy too. he buys him a leather collar. mike blushes and nearly loses it just

gently and wraps him in a blanket. mike takes care of him the way he’s always dreamed of doing. after that night, something shifts. mike has always been a little overprotective, always loved indulging will, but now he’s almost addicted to it. the second the senses will is tired,

will can’t take it anymore. he’s trembling, tears slipping down his face. he’s exhausted and wants to come. mike knows exactly when to let it happen so it feels perfect. when will finally comes, mike whispers his name and comes in his own jeans untouched. afterward he cleans him

the edge. will’s hips shake, he whimpers, his fingers tangled in mike’s damp hair. he melts in mike’s hands, but mike doesn’t stop. he murmurs how much he loves him, kissing his thighs and soft stomach. he’s desperate to give him even a fraction of what this magical boy deserves

they come home after will’s first art show. mike is so proud of him. he keeps whispering sweet compliments in his ear and works him over with his fingers, angling them just right to pull the loudest sounds from him. he goes down on him and stops every time will gets too close to

the first time mike breaks down after post upside down... i don't think it'd be bc of a broken dish, a spilled cup. i think it would be smth simpler, more mundane than that. it's the first time he laughs. the first time smth funny catches him off guard n he genuinely laughs,

i thought that was exactly what was in store for us. just after sorcerer (mike's avalanche), we'd be given a peak into his head and thoughts, over 4 seasons of recontexualization, the destroyed closet, juxtaposition of el and will and him replacing one with the other.

в greys anatomy один из партнёров в гей-паре сказал другому: «ты позволял неудачам управлять всей твоей жизнью, это твоя натура. я не такой». он сказал это нерду, играющему в d&d. чувствовала себя как во время it’s not my fault you don’t like girls. перестаньте унижать нердов 😭

they’re glued to each other’s hips

он булочка пирожочек сладкий кренделечек конфетка зайчик бусинка лапочка мой милый сладкий хороший мальчик он должен быть счастлив каждую секундочку своей жизни и чтобы его целовали в эти сладкие розовые щечки целыми днями

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the best byler valentine’s day fic 💔 it’s exactly what i wanted to read: insecure mike learning to love himself with will’s help. will keeps slipping anonymous notes into his locker, not realizing mike would be so much happier if he knew they were from him

постоянно смотрю на фоне greys anatomy и, боже, как бы мне хотелось, чтобы у нас было 100 часов чистого экранного времени байлера, чтобы я могла включать нарезку с ними на ютубе и жить под нее каждый день. уверена, что мой уровень серотонина был бы запредельным

mike used to write will letters but never found the courage to send them. now he absolutely buries him in them. little valentine’s day notes. long letters tucked under his breakfast plate in the morning. tiny messages on the fridge. the same words: i love you, i love you, i love