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In California, William Byers likes routines.
Morning Pinterest scrolling.
Music playing quietly while he draws.
Complaining about freshman art assignments to his Instagram story at least twice a week and currently surviving his first year at a California art college through caffeine, unfinished paintings, and pure luck.
Rewatching the same YouTube channels while pretending he’s only using them as background noise.
Which is exactly how Michael Wheeler accidentally becomes part of his life.
Michael’s vlogs are messy in a way that somehow works.
Chaotic editing. Half-finished stories. Random late-night thoughts thrown into videos like his audience can magically keep up with whatever goes on inside his brain.
Will likes them more than he probably should. Not in a weird way. Probably.
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Across the country in Hawkins, Indiana, Mike Wheeler is a complete mess.
Spends most of freshman year half-awake, editing YouTube videos at three in the morning and pretending he absolutely did read the full chapter for class.
Somehow, it works. Mostly.
Outside college, though, Mike’s internet presence is weirdly successful. His followers love the chaos.
But he has a complete different problem in his routine.
Specifically: William Byers’ writing.
Mike finds one of William’s posts through Pinterest completely by accident. Just a screenshot from the notes app posted onto a black background. Three short paragraphs. That’s it.
Mike reads it once.
Then again.
Then spends the next hour scrolling through Will’s account instead of sleeping like a normal person.
The writing is annoyingly good.
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MONDAY - APRIL 6th
Will posts a screenshot of AO3’s invite queue. The caption reads: ao3 invitation queue count your fucking days.
Mike laughs before he can stop himself.
Then pauses because wait...
He could actually help with that!
Mike opens Will’s profile.
Closes it immediately. Opens it again. Thinks for a full minute.
“Oh my God,” Mike mutters, dropping backwards onto his bed dramatically.
This is stupid.
It’s literally just a message.
People send messages all the time.
Still, his heart pounds embarrassingly hard while typing.
@Willbyers22
M:hey :)
M:weird offer but i could post your writing on my ao3 account until you get your ao3 account?
M:only if you want to obv
Mike immediately throws his phone across the bed after sending it.
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Will almost drops his own phone reading the notification.
Because Mike Wheeler? The Mike Wheeler? Is in his DMs?
Will rereads the message five times in complete silence. Then immediately buries his face into his pillow and internally screams. Which is deeply unhelpful considering Mike is still waiting for an answer.
Act normal, Will tells himself.
Unfortunately, Will has never acted normal a single day in his life.
His fingers hover over the keyboard.
Write.
Erase.
Rewrite.
Erase again.
@Mikewheeler7
M:hey :)
M:weird offer but i could post your writing on my ao3 account until you get your ao3 account?
M:only if you want to obv
hie:W
Are you serious??:W
M:yeah actually
M:your writing’s really good
Will stares at the screen so long his phone nearly dims itself.
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TUESDAY - APRIL 7th
Tuesday morning starts with a notification. Will opens Pinterest half-awake, fully expecting another meme.
Instead, he nearly drops his phone.
Mike had actually done it.
One of Will’s writing sits posted on Mike’s account with full credits attached underneath.
The caption reads: this guy writes amazing stuff.
Underneath it: @Willbyers22 <- go follow him immediately.
Will stares at the screen in complete disbelief because Mike’s Pinterest account is huge. And people are already losing their minds in the comments.
@Emilyyyyy67: WHO WROTE THIS???
@mikefanclub: nah this is actually beautiful
@shirleyteaa_3: mike where do you FIND these people
@iamsleepdeprived: crying at 1 am thanks
Mike replies to half the comments defending Will’s writing like it’s his full-time job. Which is honestly a little insane.
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By afternoon, Will’s notifications are completely destroyed.
Followers.
Saves.
Comments asking for more.
People reposting screenshots of the fic onto their own boards.
It feels weird. Good weird.
So later that night, while pretending he’s not overthinking literally everything, Will reposts one of Mike’s edits onto his own Pinterest account. Full credits included.
The caption reads: unfortunately he’s talented.
Mike comments him less than five minutes later.
@Mikewheeler7: unfortunately??? :(
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One repost somehow becomes five.
Then ten.
Then an actual schedule.
Every Tuesday and Friday night, Mike posts another one of Will’s writing excerpts onto his Pinterest account with full credits attached underneath.
At first, Will thinks the attention will die down eventually.
It doesn’t.
If anything, people become worse.
Comments flood underneath every single post within minutes.
@Emilyyyyy67: NOT MIKE POSTING MY FAVORITE WRITER AGAIN
@iamsleepdeprived: they need to stop ruining my mental stability actually
@WIllismyydadbitchess: will byers the man you are
@clockktheshitt9: mike wheeler pinterest recommendations NEVER fail
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They start messaging outside writing discussions.
First about Pinterest posts.
Then college.
Then random things that happen during the day.
Then absolutely nothing important at all.
Will starts watching Mike’s vlogs the second they upload.
Mostly because Mike keeps casually mentioning things in messages like: you’d understand if you watched today’s video *rolling eyes emoji*
Which is unfair.
Mike, meanwhile, starts reading every single unfinished thing Will posts onto his notes app.
Even the badly written drafts.
Especially the badly written drafts.
Sometimes Will sends him random pins at one in the morning with absolutely zero context.
Mike replies to every single one anyway.
Somehow, somewhere between reposted writing excerpts and sleep-deprived conversations, Mike becomes the first notification Will checks in the morning.
Which is probably fine.
Completely normal, actually.
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THURSDAY - APRIL 16th
Will finds himself sprawled on his bed while Mike aggressively complains about his literature assignment through Pinterest messages.
@Mikewheeler7
M:if i have to analyze symbolism one more time im dropping out
dramatic:W
M:im serious
M:literature majors deserve financial compensation or something?
(Will laughs quietly to himself before another message appears.)
M: wait can i ask something
depends~:W
M: oh my god :0
M: im serious
fine! what is it?:W
M: what’s your sexuality?
(Will blinks at the screen. Honestly, the question shouldn’t surprise him. Most of Mike’s audience already assumes things about him online anyway. Still, something about Mike specifically asking makes warmth crawl awkwardly up Will’s neck.)
Slowly, he types.
gay :):W
(Mike reacts to the message almost immediately with a heart.)
M: cool
Another message.
M: im bi btw
(Will stares at the message for a second. Something weirdly soft settles in his chest. He doesn’t really know why. Then another thought suddenly hits him.)
wait what about eleven?? heard you both were together?:W
M: oh yeah
M: i thought i liked her at the time
M: but honestly i think i just liked the idea of dating someone
M: we broke up months ago
M: but still friends though she's cool
(Will rereads the messages quietly. Relief washes through him unexpectedly. Fast enough that it almost startles him. Which makes absolutely no sense. Mike and Eleven broke up months ago. Will barely even knows her. So why does hearing Mike never actually loved her make something inside his chest loosen?
Why does it make him happy?
Before Will can think too hard about it, another message appears.)
M: anyway enough about me!
M: send me your unfinished fic right now *gun emoji*
Will laughs despite himself. And just like that, the strange feeling gets buried underneath another normal conversation.
At least for now.
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Will’s follower count climbs faster every week and so does Mike’s.
People start following both accounts together.
Someone makes a board titled: mike wheeler and his emotional support writer.
Mike sends Will a screenshot of it at two in the morning.
@Mikewheeler7: this is getting slightly concerning
@Willbyers22: “slightly”??
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TUESDAY - APRIL 22nd
Mike wakes up at exactly 6:52 a.m. because of his alarm. Half-awake and still buried underneath his blanket, the first thing he does is grab his phone from the nightstand.
Pinterest opens almost automatically at this point. Their messages sit right at the top of his screen. Mike stares at them for a second before typing:
@Willbyers22
M: *pin*
ill head to bed:W
night, Mike:W
M: night, Will
seen 7 hours ago
M: good morning :)
M: hope you slept well
For approximately five full seconds, his brain catches up.
California.
Right.
It’s barely four in the morning for Will.
Mike groans quietly, dragging a hand down his face.
Will is absolutely asleep right now.
Like a normal person.
Still, he keeps checking the messages anyway.
Just in case.
While brushing his teeth.
While getting dressed.
While burning his toast slightly because he looked away from the toaster for too long.
By 8:30, Mike sits at the kitchen table poking halfheartedly at breakfast while checking his phone every thirty seconds.
No notification.
Obviously.
Because Will is still probably asleep.
Mike knows this. Logically.
Unfortunately, logic stopped helping him weeks ago.
“Are you trying to telepathically communicate with your phone or something?”
Mike nearly drops it onto the floor.
Nancy looks unimpressed from across the table.
“What?”
“You’ve checked your messages like twelve times in two minutes.”
Mike immediately places his phone face-down on the table. “I’m not checking anything.”
Nancy raises one eyebrow. "Bullshit! Can you stop? It's annoying.
Mike grabs his orange juice aggressively. “Mind your business.”
“Oh, I definitely will now.”
Mike ignores her completely. Or tries to.
The problem is that his brain won’t shut up afterward.
Is Will still asleep?
Did he stay up late drawing again?
Maybe he’s already awake and just busy.
Maybe Mike’s message sounded weird.
Too eager.
Too much.
“You’re spiraling,” Nancy says casually.
Mike chokes on his drink. “I’m literally eating breakfast.”
“Mhm.”
Mike hates siblings. By the time he leaves for college, his phone still hasn’t buzzed once.
Which shouldn’t bother him.
It really shouldn’t.
And yet Mike still checks his notifications before getting into the car anyway.
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A month passes faster than either of them notices.
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WEDNESDAY - MAY 6th
Mike starts spamming Will with random pins around 10 pm (Indiana time) which means it’s only 7 pm for Will in California.
Half the messages are completely stupid.
Dog memes.
Writing jokes.
A blurry picture of someone’s failed cooking attempt captioned: us if we ever try surviving alone.
Will laughs quietly while replying to them from his bedroom floor.
Then another notification appears.
Will opens it absentmindedly.
And immediately freezes.
It’s a picture of someone kneeling on the floor with their hands gripping their hair, like they’re losing their mind.
The overlay text reads: when you don’t know if you’re actually attracted to the person or if you just have platonic love for them.
Will stares at the screen.
Once.
Twice.
A third time just to make sure he read it correctly.
Heat immediately crawls up his neck.
Because what exactly is he supposed to do with that?
His fingers hover awkwardly above the keyboard.
Mike’s usually asleep by now.
It’s already one in the morning in Indiana.
So Will types carefully.
@Mikewheeler7
M:*pin*
M:*pin*
M:*pin*
why did you send me that *crying emoji*:W
(He expects no response.
Maybe one tomorrow morning.
Instead, he receives a message instantly.
Will sits up straighter. His heartbeat suddenly feels way too loud for his own bedroom.)
M: WAIT I DIDNT MEAN TO SEND THAT
(Will stares at the screen.)
ohhh!! It's okay.:W
M: yeahh, was going to send it to my friend grp lol mb
(Will, for no reason decides to take a risk.)
okayy, But what's us in this?:W
(Something twists nervously in his stomach. Because he could’ve ended the conversation there.
Could’ve laughed it off.
Could’ve changed the subject.
Instead, he wrote that stupid thing.)
M: okay wait
M: i have something to say
M: promise you won't panic?
(Will forgets how to breathe for approximately three full seconds.)
what is it mike:W
i wont panic don't worry :W
M: i like you
AWW mee too:W
but i already know that?:W
M: NOO like that actually
ohhh...:W
M: and i think ive liked you for a while now honestly. maybe like a month?? or maybe since i started talking to you idek :(
(Will’s stomach twists nervously.
His room suddenly feels too warm.
Mike keeps typing.)
M: i genuinely didnt even realize i liked guys before this. like i knew something was different but then i met you and suddenly i was staying awake till 2am waiting for your messages and thinking about you all day and yeah *crying emoji*
M: i just like you alot will
i like you too:W
just not in that way i think :(:W
M: oh
M: okay
but i still wanna be friends obviously:W
like nothing has to change:W
M: yeah ofc
M: you're still stuck with me unfortunately ;D
That makes Will laugh quietly despite everything.
Somehow, after that night, things continue almost exactly the same.
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THURSDAY - MAY 7th
“You’re smiling at your phone again.”
Will nearly drops it onto the kitchen floor.
Jonathan looks up from the couch with the exhausted expression of someone who’s been forced to witness this behaviour for weeks.
“I wasn’t smiling.”
“You literally were.”
“liar.”
Jonathan snorts softly before returning to his laptop. The apartment falls quiet again afterward except for the sound of traffic outside and Mike laughing faintly through Will’s headphones from a vlog playing in the background.
Which honestly?
Probably proves Jonathan’s point.
It’s been one week since Mike confessed.
And somehow, Mike stayed.
Nothing changed.
Or at least that’s what Will keeps telling himself.
They still message constantly.
Mike still sends him random Pinterest pins at one in the morning.
Still reposts his writing.
Still remembers tiny things Will mentions once and never brings up again.
Still somehow feels like the first person Will wants to talk to whenever something happens.
Which is probably normal. Completely normal.
“You know,” Jonathan says suddenly, “most people don’t stare at their so called best friend’s messages like they’re trying to decode hidden meanings.”
Will freezes. “I’m not doing that.”
Jonathan raises one eyebrow.
Will immediately looks away. “...okay maybe a little.”
Jonathan closes his laptop slowly. “Will.”
Uh oh. That’s Jonathan’s serious voice.
“Do you actually not like him,” Jonathan asks carefully, “or are you just scared you might?”
The question hits harder than Will expects.
Because honestly?
He doesn’t know anymore.
The problem is that Mike exists everywhere in his life now.
In every notification.
Every morning message.
Every pin.
Every stupid little routine Will didn’t realize mattered until they became important.
And lately, every time Mike does something, something warm twists painfully inside Will’s chest.
Jonathan watches realization slowly happen across Will’s face in real time.
“Oh my God,” Jonathan says.
Will covers his face immediately. “Don’t.”
“You do like him.”
“Jonathan.”
“You rejected him and now realized?”
“I said don’t.”
Jonathan starts laughing so hard he nearly falls sideways into the couch. Meanwhile, Will feels like his entire life is actively collapsing.
Oh, this is bad.
He likes Mike Wheeler.
Like actually likes him.
And Mike probably spent the last week convincing himself to move on after getting rejected.
“I’m an idiot,” Will groans into his hands.
Jonathan pats his shoulder sympathetically. “Yeah,” he says. “A little.”
Will stays buried in his hands for a full thirty seconds. Jonathan, unfortunately, lets him suffer through every single one of them.
“Okay,” Will mumbles finally. “So...”
“Oh, this should be good.”
“Shut up.”
Jonathan grins.
Will lowers his hands just enough to glare at him weakly. “What am I supposed to do now?”
Jonathan blinks. “Seriously?”
“Jonathan.”
“Will.”
“I rejected him.”
“And?”
“AND now I like him after rejecting him.”
Jonathan stares at him for a moment before snorting. “You are so dramatic.”
“I’m being serious.”
“Okay,” Jonathan says, sitting up properly now. “Then seriously? Just tell him.”
Will immediately looks horrified. “Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
“Because that’s terrifying.”
Jonathan gestures vaguely toward Will’s phone. “You two literally talk every day.”
“Exactly.”
“So?”
“So if this goes badly I’ll actually have to move countries.”
Jonathan laughs. “You’re not moving countries.”
“I might.”
“Will.”
Will groans loudly, dropping backwards against the couch cushions. “He probably doesn’t even like me anymore.”
Jonathan gives him a look. “The guy who stays awake until two in the morning talking to you?”
“...maybe.”
“The guy who reposts every single thing you make?”
“Jonathan.”
“The guy who literally confessed to you on Pinterest?”
Will pulls a pillow over his face immediately.
Jonathan laughs again. “Just tell him.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“I’ll throw up.”
“You’ll survive.”
Silence settles between them for a moment.
“What if he thinks I’m messing with him?”
Jonathan’s expression softens slightly at that.
“Then you explain properly,” he says. “But Will? If you actually like him, you can’t just sit here panicking forever.”
Will stares down at his phone.
At Mike’s name sitting at the top of his messages.
The most recent notification reads:
@mikewheeler7 sent you a pin.
God.
He’s completely doomed.
“...okay,” Will whispers eventually.
Jonathan raises an eyebrow. “Okay?”
Will takes a deep breath. “Okay,” he repeats, sounding slightly terrified. “I’ll tell him.”
"Good" Jonathan sounds far too pleased with himself.
Will responds by throwing a pillow at him. It misses completely.
“Wow,” Jonathan says. “Devastating.”
“Shut up.”
Will pushes himself off the couch before Jonathan can say anything else embarrassing and starts heading toward his bedroom.
Behind him, Jonathan calls, “Will?”
Will pauses halfway down the hallway. “What?”
Jonathan's expression has lost most of its teasing now. “Just... be careful, okay?”
Will frowns slightly.
Jonathan shrugs. “You know..."
Will looks down at the phone in his hand. “Yeah,” he says quietly.
Jonathan studies him for a second before nodding. “Okay.”
Will gives him a small smile. “I'll be careful.”
“Good.”
“Still hate that you're right, by the way.”
Jonathan grins immediately. “Get in line.”
Will rolls his eyes and disappears into his room before Jonathan can start laughing again. The second the door closes behind him, he stares at Mike's chat.
And suddenly being careful feels a lot harder than it sounded.
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WEDNESDAY - MAY 13th
A week after Jonathan forces Will into an emotional crisis, absolutely nothing changes.
Which somehow makes everything worse.
Mike still sends him good morning messages.
Still replies to every single pin Will sends.
Still reposts his writing like it personally changed his life.
And Will?
Will spends every single day painfully aware of the fact that he rejected the boy he’s now hopelessly in love with.
It’s horrible.
Truly.
Wednesday night finds Will lying face-down across his bed while aggressively spamming Mike with Pinterest pins instead of dealing with his emotions like a functional human being.
Cat memes.
Art references.
Writing jokes.
A badly cropped picture of a raccoon holding bread.
Another pin.
Another.
Another.
By the twentieth notification, Will barely even remembers what he’s sending anymore.
His thoughts keep spiraling back to the same thing.
What if Mike doesn’t like him anymore?
Which honestly?
Fair.
Will literally rejected him.
Nervously, he opens their messages again.
Types something.
@Mikewheeler7
M:Night willl <3
Night mikee <3:W
seen 7 hrs ago
*pin*:W
*pin*:W
*pin*:W
*pin*:W
*moreee pinss lol*
hey:W
do you still like me?:W
(Will’s eyes widen in horror immediately afterward. “Oh my God.”
He types again so quickly his fingers nearly slip.)
nevermind *crying emoji*:W
Then he throws his phone across the bed dramatically and buries his face into his pillow.
Which would probably feel more effective if his heart wasn’t trying to explode through his ribs.
Mike doesn’t respond for hours.
Which makes sense.
It’s late.
Mike’s probably asleep.
Still, Will checks the messages every ten minutes anyway.
By midnight Indiana time, another notification finally appears.
Will nearly falls off his bed grabbing his phone.
@Mikewheeler7
*pin*:W
*pin*:W
*pin*:W
*pin*:W
*moreee pinss lol*
hey:W
do you still like me?:W
nevermind *crying emoji*:W
seen just now
M: wow you sent a gazillion pins :D
M: :0
M: yes
M: that’s not a problem right???
(Will stares at the screen.
Because Mike sounds nervous.
An entire hour passes before Will manages to respond.
Mostly because he spends forty minutes pacing around his room first.
Then rewriting the same message seventeen different times.)
okay i have something to confess:W
fuck why is this so hard *crying emoji*:W
how did you do this???:W
(Mike starts typing.
Stops.
Will takes one final breath before sending.)
okay:W
igg i like you too:W
gosh im so sorry mike:W
M: :0
M: wowiee
(Will laughs nervously despite himself. Mike keeps typing.)
M: yeah lots of convincing
M: lots of “what’s the worst that can happen”
M: you don't have to be sorry
M: ughh how do i react to this *crying emoji*
Mike stares at the screen with his heart trying to physically escape his chest.
The confession sits between them now.)
it took me one whole week to come to this conclusion:W
M: you are so much better than me.
M: took me a month lol
gosh mike:W
M: okay okay
M: i like you :D
i like you too :D:W
M: so theoretically...
(Will bites down on a smile immediately.)
yaa??:W
M:so...
M: would you like to try “us”?
(Will’s brain completely short-circuits.
Because wow?
Mike Wheeler is asking him out.)
so...:W
you are asking to be my boyfriend right?:W
M: yes
...
yes:W
The second the message sends, Will launches himself out of bed and starts pacing circles around his room because apparently siting still is no longer physically possible.
Meanwhile, over in Indiana, Mike stares at his phone in complete disbelief.
“Holy shit,” he whispers.
Heat rushes violently into his face. His smile becomes impossible to control almost immediately. He drops backward dramatically onto his bed, clutching his phone against his chest.
@Willbyers22
yay :>:M
W:hehehe
(The next five minutes are painfully awkward.
Not bad awkward. Just "oh my God we’re actually dating now" awkward.
Mike starts aggressively spamming reels into the chat like his life depends on it.)
W:mike why are you being so awkward *crying emoji*
i wasn’t expecting this *crying emoji*:M.
W:neither was i
but im happy:M
W:me too
:3:M
W: :3
After that, they go back to spamming reels.
Random pins.
Stupid memes.
Except now every single message carries the terrifying knowledge that they’re boyfriends.
Actual boyfriends.
Around an hour later...
@Willbyers22
*pin*:M
*more awesome pins*:M
ill have to go eat dinner:M
byee:M
W okeyy
W: byee
love youu:M
W: lovee you too
Mike reacts to the message with a heart almost immediately before going offline. Will stares at the screen for a long time afterward anyway. Smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.
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FRIDAY - MAY 15th
The next evening, Will is halfway through sketching in his dorm room when another notification from Mike appears.
@Mikewheeler7
M:Can we keep nicknamess???
M:il all you baby :D
omgg yesss:W
yaa ill call you love:W
*pin*:W
can i follow u on instagram?:W
(Mike responds so fast it’s almost concerning.)
M:ofc!!
M: its @Mikewheeler7 on insta too
M: should be easy to find lol
yayyyy :D:W
The second Will presses follow, Mike follows back immediately. It's a little scary? Because unlike Pinterest, Instagram feels personal somehow.
More visible.
More real.
Ten minutes later,
Love:3
@Mikewheeler set your nickname as Baby<3
You set @Mikewheeler's nicknames as Love:3
:D:W
M:<3<3<3
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Will regrets following Mike on Instagram almost immediately.
Not because of Mike.
Mike is fine.
The internet, however, is not.
It starts innocently enough.
A few screenshots.
A few comments.
Then suddenly everyone seems to have collectively lost their minds.
Will discovers this while standing inside an art supply store searching for paint markers.
His phone vibrates nonstop.
Notification after notification after notification.
Most of them are screenshots.
Which is concerning.
Will opens the first one.
Immediately regrets it.
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THEY FOLLOW EACH OTHER NOW????
[screenshot attached]
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@Aaliyahislesbianbutdonttellany1: okay so mike and will are definitely friends outside pinterest???
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|->@lalalisa:ohh this is goodd
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|->@harryypotterr4: guyss you all are delusional
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|-> @cucu8ber: yaaa bbyyy!!!! (fuck that harry potter acc tho)
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|->@sombrlover:this is bullshit
@BYLERMIGHTBEREAL: guys i have evidence
|->@iamsleepdeprived:The fuck you mean??
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|->@manny-yathatsit: Weeee needdd the prooffff babessss
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|->@bylercanbetrue?: fuck off @iamsleepdeprived
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|->@iamsleepdeprived: you fuck off @bylercanbetrue?
The "evidence" is literally two screenshots and three arrows. An actual chart.
The title reads:
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THE BYLER INVESTIGATION
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Followed each other ✔️
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Commented on each other's posts ✔️
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Post less frequently now ✔️
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Online at the same times ✔️
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Suspicious ✔️
"Suspicious?" Will mutters.
"What does that even mean?"
His phone buzzes.
Love:3
M:have you seen instaa????
unfortunately :0:W
M:THEY MADE A FLOWCHART
I KNOW *crying emoji*:W
A screenshot arrives seconds later. Mike has circled one particular theory in red.
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they've both posted less this month because they're spending all their time talking to each other!!!!!
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M:okay this one is funny
mike stop encouraging them:W
M:never :0
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Things only get worse from there.
Ship edits appear.
Compilation boards.
Fanart.
Someone coins the hashtag:
#Byler
Neither Mike nor Will says anything about it.
Not a denial.
Not a confirmation.
Nothing.
And somehow that makes people even more convinced.
Every post becomes evidence.
Every comment becomes evidence.
Every absence becomes evidence.
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