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friends to lovers wolfstar

fake dating jegulus

uuiiii and oooo and iiiii and aaaaa and so cute like wauuuu

(probably because of the style but i am a bit incapable of putting it into words)

“You researched it.”

“Oh my god,” Mike groans.

Will laughs again and then he’s grinning, wide and tired. “Sometimes you’re so confusing, Mike.”

“Confusing?”

“Yeah.” Will is still smiling. “So fucking confusing.”

and

“Mike,” Will whispers, moving his hips slightly.

“Mh?”

“You’re still hard.”

“Don’t care.”

“Do you want me to –“

“No.”

Will seems to hesitate for a few seconds. Then he lets it go.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/78583421/chapters/214237621#main

(spreading fem Will propaganda until i die)

started watching 9-1-1 only and purely because of Buddie.

byler💙💛.

and it’s not even just wolfstar, it’s fanfiction in general. fanfiction has fundamentally rewired my brain. because why did we communicate clearly and move at a reasonable pace when we could’ve spent seven years emotionally circling each other, yearning, sharing cigarettes at 3am and knowing each other’s tells before we know our own. i want everyone else to think we’re already together except us. i want to be “just friends” while being catastrophically in love.

why am i expected to be normal when ao3 raised me. this is a sickness.

it’s not even “discourse” anymore. it’s just open hatred. i saw someone make a so-called “joke” about sending byler shippers to conversion camps and it had thousands of likes. thousands.

i just started watching voltron for the first time ever.

which feels like a hate crime against myself but okay.

so here is byler graduating