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pariahsparadise · 2 years

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stay | w. b.

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request: could you write any fluff with will byers hehe

word count: 0.8k

author’s note: absolutely i can. but it will definitely have undertones of angst lolol. i wrote this really fast and it's so short, i'm sorry. i finished vol 1. the day it came out so stranger things has totally infested my mind. dw tho, THIS FIC DOES NOT HAVE STRANGER THINGS 4 SPOILERS!

pairings: will byers x gn!reader

warnings: uh will has a nightmare? not proofread. it's angsty but mostly fluff. i think

The gasps were what roused you from your spot on the floor.

You sat up straight, heart beating wildly at the sound of a distant scream, but one you managed to place immediately. Will. It took a beat for you to adjust to your surroundings before you remembered that you were in California, visiting your friend. Currently, you were in the Byers’ living room, sleeping on a mattress because you refused to let Will give up his own bed.

Stumbling to your feet, you tried to make your way towards his room, the lack of light confusing you even more, as you were already in an unfamiliar setting, but you found your way there. Groping around for the door handle, you pushed the door open and walked in.

Your heart stuttered at the sight in front of you, Byers caught in a state between sleep and consciousness, thrashing around in his own bed. His blanket was strewn on the floor, his legs flinching in a way that told you that he must have kicked it off. His breaths were unnaturally fast and his eyelids fluttered, each twitch dragging a cut along your own heart. Dropping to your knees at the side of his head, you reached for his shoulders, gently but firmly shaking him awake.

“Will, hey, Will? Wake up, it’s just a nightmare, wake up please.” You shook him harder and he startled, hands shooting out to grab a hold of you. His eyes wild and distraught, they ran over your face a few times before recognition kicked in, and his grip on you relaxed. His shoulders still shuddering, he half dragged you onto the bed, and you let him drape your frame over his, his head finding solace in the place where your shoulder met your neck.

You could feel his warm breaths against your skin, still oddly paced, so you moved your hand to smooth over his back soothingly. “It was just a nightmare,” you reassured Will softly, thumb tracing circles over his nightshirt, “You’re safe now.”

“Right,” he murmured into your skin, and you shifted a little so your legs tangled together. Normally, the proximity between you two would have you blushing, but the only thing mattered to you at the moment was the welfare of your friend.

You kept murmuring kind affirmations to Will, some of which you weren’t sure were exactly true, but you wished you could make them so. The two of you lapsed into a quiet, uneasy silence, before you broke it, having to say something.

“You didn’t tell me you were still having nightmares.”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” Will said, pulling away from your neck so his words were clear. You couldn’t help but yearn for him to return, to feel the accidental brush of his hot lips on your skin when he spoke, but there was no time for that right now.

“So you lied?”

“I didn’t lie, exactly-”

“It was a lie by omission and you know it, Byers.”

He sighed quietly, the pads of his fingers gently sweeping from your shoulder to your hand, the movement rendering you speechless. What were you even talking about, again?

“I’m sorry,” you distantly heard Will say, but you couldn’t focus on it, because his treacherous, tantalising hand was making its journey back up your arm.

In that moment, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

The thought freaked you out, and you scrambled out of his arms, feet finding the awaiting cold floor with a grimace.

“Right, okay, I forgive you,” you stumbled over the words, hating yourself, because how could you even think about making a move on your friend, especially after an episode of such emotional distress? It was a manipulative, nasty thing to even consider, and you wanted to get out of his sight, “I’m going to go back to bed, then. Sorry.”

“Wait, no, what?” You heard a rustle, and then felt Will’s hand on your wrist, holding you back. “Stay, please.”

You shook your head no, and Will’s frown deepened, his hand tugging you gently to the bed again. “Stay,” he repeated, firmer this time.

Your mind raced through potential excuses, settling on the first one that seemed most plausible. “Joyce,” you blurted, “Joyce wouldn’t be okay with us sharing the bed. Right?”

“Nonsense,” Will shot you down immediately, “She actually hates that you’re sleeping on the floor, makes her feel bad. She’d be fine. Unless,” he said, and you could see the anxiety growing in his eyes, “Unless it’s you who wouldn’t be fine with sharing. I’m sorry, you can go. I’m sorry I woke you up, it-”

“It wasn’t your fault,” you spoke up immediately, “So quit apologising. It’s fine, really.”

“So you’ll stay, then?” he said, flashing you a small smile, and just like that, you were a goner.

“Yeah,” you said quietly, imprinting the image of his growing smile into your brain, “Yeah, I’ll stay.”

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m-mintyq · 2 years

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stolen sweaters

pairing : Will Byers x gn!reader, no pronouns mentioned

word count : 1.09 k

summary : you stole one of Will’s sweater sometime in the summer of ‘85. you only told him some time before he was moving, but he said you could keep it. Later when we go to California you bring it with you, which leads to a bittersweet nostalgia conversation because you put it on once you all got back after the trip to Rink-O-Mania.

warnings? : just fluff & mutual pining :]. very minimal swearing

a/n : I wrote this as a shifting scenario, so there's a mention of a birthday- so just pretend your birthday is before march. you may also pretend that it's a super late gift if your birthday is after march :') plus I'm taking this as my opportunity to insert my headcanon that Will helps Joyce around the house with tasks and stuff.

this is also my first time publishing something like this so be kind lol <3

“Is that my sweater?” Will said as he walked into his bedroom, checking on you.

“Sure is…I hope you don’t mind that I kept it this long.” you said, sliding your suitcase back away and sitting to face your friend.

“No, no, not at all…More surprised that you still have it” He said sitting by his desk, fiddling with his hands to distract from the awkwardness.

It’s not that it was awkward talking to each other, it’s just that there was some kind of tension in the room making both of you a bit nervous.

“Well I can’t really just throw it away, plus it’s a really nice sweater.” You remarked. True, you couldn’t throw away a sweater that didn’t even really belong to you and you would’ve felt awful throwing it away even if it was yours. And the sweater really was nice, it was comfortable, not like those itchy Christmas sweaters your grandparents would get you, but more like the ones that were warm, comfortable, had that old knitted look & feel all without itching.

“Doesn’t smell like you anymore tho.” You half-whispered without thinking as you began to fiddle with the sleeves.

“What?”

“Uhh..It doesn’t smell like you anymore. I remember finally wearing it after you’d moved because it was too hard to even put it on once you left and noting that it smelt like you.” finally looking up from each others distractions your eyes met, both wanting to break away because you had problems making eye contact, but the want to stay in the moment just made it feel like time froze.

“You…you know what I smell like?” It would’ve sounded creepy in any other context but it was nice in this one. While thoughts of worry and wanting to go back and shut up ran through your head, all Will could think about is how his heart got warmer at the idea of you longing for him and wearing the old sweater to feel closer to him.

“It- It sounds weird and creepy I- I know but-”

“No…I, I think it’s kind of sweet.” you were kindly cut off before you could dig yourself a hole even deeper.

“Soooo…you still got some on you for the sweater?” chuckling, you were referring to the scent of the sweater, as if Will just carried around a bottle of it.

“I- what do you want me to do with it- rub it on me?” he said giggling in-between words as he got up out of the chair, going to sit on the floor opposite you.

“I don't know! Whatever works I guess…Or I could just steal a new one.” joining in the laughing, you switched into a more comfortable position since sitting on your knees was proving to not be as nice as imagined.

“mmmh…I might have a nice one somewhere-” Will responded now shuffling closer to his wardrobe, opening a half empty drawer.

“No I wasn’t actually serious- I mean I can’t take ANOTHER sweater—”

“I’m fine with giving you one—”

“No Will I can’t, I already feel bad for having kept this one.” still set on not taking any more of your ‘friends’ clothes, your tone got firmer, a bit too firm for your liking but you had a trouble regulating your tone, plus it was too late to rephrase now.

Both of you paused for a moment, the silence letting you slip into overthinking, questioning whether you said something wrong- maybe you did say it too harshly? fuck did you make it too awkward? you probably sound stupid…what if you did something? does-

“What if…youuu…gave me back the old sweater…and I give you a new one?” Will prompted, pulling out a similar style sweater. “It should be practically the same.”

Pulled from your thoughts your eyes ran over the object in his hands, Wills eyes examining your expression from your peripherals. “You sure? It was really just a silly comment you don't have to.”

“But I want to. Take it as a late birthday gift”

“But you sent me a gift—”

“Doesn't matter, take it. Besides, sweaters look good on you.” Taking the sweater into your hands and examining it, you felt a flash of heat on your face, but hoping it wasn't too noticeable you sent your friend a smile.

Pulling Will into a hug, you dropped the sweater in your lap so you have both hands free. “Thank you.” Though this made you blush even more, to your dismay, you didn't really care, more focused on your ‘friend’ at the moment.

Will on the other side, though calm on the outside, was yelling on the inside. All positive of course.

It took him by surprise when you pulled him in, him having been so focused on your expression and reaction to the ‘gift’

Both of you just kind of sat there, not wanting to let go. It was kind of nice, feeling the warmth and comfort of each other, but with more time passing the tension of awkwardness grew too much to ignore. Conveniently, both of you awkwardly parted at the same time, not really knowing what else to do other than continue to sit in silence for a moment longer.

“So uhh…”

“Yeah I’m gonna just…put this away and…”

“I..I’ll see you, in the kitchen?” Will said half-stumbling to his feet and then to the door.

“Yeah..Yeah I’ll be there in a sec.” hurrying you pulled your backpack closer to you, zipped it open & carefully put it inside, avoiding the other things already in there. Putting the bag aside again, you got to your feet and hurried after Will.

You noticed Jonathan and Argyle sitting at the table, Murray and Joyce setting the table, while Mike and Jane nowhere in sight for now. Finally your eyes caught Will, speed-walking from kitchen to dining room, carrying plates, glasses, cutlery back and forth. Didn’t he leave his room like…just a minute ago?

You slipped into a chair next to Jonathan, him shooting you a dopey smile before turning back to Argyle. Soon enough the table was filled with food, Mike and Jane sulking in their seats, Will contently sitting opposite you, and Joyce running her last task before coming to sit down.

“Is that Will’s old sweater?” she said sitting down.

“Mom—” Will spoke out of embarrassment, already begun to poke at his food.

“Uhhh- yeah, it is.” You half-willingly responded, pointing your eyes down in your plate.

“Hm…It looks nice on you.”

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lu-vin-it · 2 years

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𝗡𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗼𝘂𝘀

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 @ricekrisp1es

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝟰 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵, 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗕𝘆𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗫 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗨𝘀𝗲𝗱: 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝘂𝘆.

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟭𝟵𝟬

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗦𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴!

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 @mukbee 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♥︎

You were sitting with Will, your boyfriend, on your bed. You laid your head in his lap while he read to you. Though, you weren’t paying attention to the book, just him. Your eyes traced every one of his features, his nose, his eyes, his lips, his jawline.. everything about him was perfect.

“Y/N? Are you zoning out again?” Will asks, putting the book down.

“What? No! Continue reading!” Will deadpans and gives you a look saying ‘really?’. You sit up while rolling your eyes. “Okay fine, I was zoning out. You’re really handsome, it’s hard not to.” You lean on his shoulder and feel his neck get hot.

“O-Oh.. you’re really handsome too.” Will scratched his nose awkwardly making you laugh.

“We’ve been dating for four months and you’re still shy around me.”

“I can’t help it! You’re a cute guy who’s complimenting me! You make me nervous!” He rambles on. You smile at him then lean in to kiss him softly. Will quickly reciprocates the kiss.

“I love you.” You mumble against his lips.

“I love you too.” He says, blushing, and then kissing you again.

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

@z0mb1f1ed @mukbee @aaaaslaaaan @luvsersi

𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗜 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ꨄ

#stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #stranger things s4 #stranger things #stranger things season four #st s4 #will byers x reader #will byers x male!reader #will byers #will byers fanfiction

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total-serene560 · 2 months

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Fic Summary: A movie night, a DnD campaign, a Halloween party, an unhappy compromise, a rejection, and a letter. Mike and Will spend senior year trying to navigate the past, the future, and a growing tension between them that threatens to upend their friendship.

(A post-ST2 AU)

Ch.2 Snippet:

Mike breathes out, and Will starts to get up as he says, “Hey, let me drive you.” “No, it’s okay,” Will insists. “It’s raining like crazy out there,” Mike says. “I don’t…” Will trails off, he doesn’t know how to get out of this situation, “It’s fine, Mike.” “Seriously, just- please?” Will stares at the floor, shaking his head, “Don’t you have to go home?” “No,” Mike says, “Dinner’s not 'til seven.” “Oh,” Will says, and then he realizes he’s not gonna be able to avoid being alone with him any longer, so he looks over at Mike, who has his hand gripped tightly around the strap of his ratty old backpack as he stands there with his jaw clenched, looking all for the world like he just offered to defuse a bomb, and he nods, “Okay.” “Okay,” Mike says, like he’s bracing himself, “Okay."

New chapter is out! This time we get Will's POV!

tagging: @foodiewithdahoodie @sparks-olivarpente @maru-chu @greenfiend @booksandpaperss @magentamee @doriandrifting @itsacleanmachine (if you wanna be added or removed from the tag list lmk!)

#8k words of Will Byers POV because he deserves it #also their mutual panicking is so entertaining to me #hope you guys enjoy!#what's on your mind fic #byler #stranger things #fun fact I used to organize and run DnD groups so I'm painfully familiar with the topics in this chapter lmao #byler fic #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #mike wheeler fanfiction #will byers fanfiction #mike wheeler #will byers #my writing #my posts

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booksandpaperss · 1 year

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Byler fic rec time!! I’m gonna start doing an official fic rec post each Friday to support all the amazing authors in this fandom <3

Starting with broken hearts can always mend by sarol3 on ao3; here’s the summary and word count + chapter count:

I just finished this one and I’m not exaggerating in the slightest when I say it’s one of the best Will centric fics I’ve ever read.

The writing is absolutely beautiful and the author captures Will’s character and how deeply he loves the people in his life so incredibly well, plus the premise and plot twist is very interesting. This is easily in my top 10 byler fics of all time and I don’t say that lightly, if you don’t give this a try you’re genuinely missing out.

also if this looks even remotely interesting to you, please reblog! That way other people who might want to read this can see it :)

#plus we have got to improve the like to reblog ratio on this tag lol #byler #mike and will #mike x will #will byers #byler fic #byler fic recs #will byers fanfiction #byler tumblr #booksandpaperss fic recs #elli’s byler fic rec fridays #let’s see if I can be consistant abt this guys

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kuumara · 1 year

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Without you it's hard to breathe (literally)

It wasn't supposed to be like this. Mike didn't want it to be like this. How did this even happen. Fuck Nancy for saying this would be a good idea. And fuck everyone who agreed to it.

Now Will is drowning. Mike is pulling him out the water but what if it's already too late? What if he took too long to pull out his knife and cut the vine holding Will by the throat? What if he jumped in the water too late?

They weren't even intending to go to Lovers' Lake, the vine dragged Will into it. They weren't even close to it. And now Will could die.

Mike lays him on his back, unresponsive. Robin is standing there, mouth wide open.

"Keep watch!" Mike yells, out of breath. He feels insane. His brain and heart are thumping and it's making his head hurt.

Robin holds up the gun Nancy gave her and prepares the Molotov cocktail, in case anything surprises them. Again.

Mike isn't sure what to do. He wasn't there when they had a 'Healthcare day' at high school. That was a year ago, now. Damn it, if he would've listened, he could've been helping Will right now.

"Listen to his breathing," Robin said, still in shock.

Mike brought his ear to Will's lips, and heard breathing- shallow, barely there, detectable only by him feeling Will exhale.

"He's- barely," said Mike. Robin closed and shut her eyes roughly a few times, trying to recall her first-aid courses.

"Does he have anything in his mouth," she said in the end. Mike shook his head.

"I- I don't know! Do CPR!"

"But he is breathing!"

"Not for long," Robin said in distress. Mike wanted to kill her right then and there.

He huffed air into Will's mouth a few times, his logic telling him he has to be his lungs.

After he connected his lips to Will's, after ignoring the bombs in his stomach, after successfully making Will breathe faintly with him, after feeling his breathing become more and more stable, he heard a muffled shot.

Mike almost shat his pants; one second all he knows is Will, his lips, making him breathe successfully, saving him, it's really heart breaking to see the moment get broken by a stupid demogorgon. A dead one.

"Is he better?" She yells at Mike.

Mike looks to Will, his eyelids fluttering but never fully opening. He groans.

"We have to go, quickly. There might be more shit coming, even though I've got a silencer."

Mike nods, wide eyes still fixed on Will. He puts Will's head on his knees, lifting it up. He hovers his hand over his mouth, feeling deep breaths, Will's falling and rising chest showing that he's better as well.

"C'mon," he whispers to him as Robin helps him lift Will up, Mike's arm wrapped tightly around his middle.

"Quickly, let's go to Hop's cabin." Robin says and leads the way, gun pointed for monsters ahead and occasionally behind them.

As they walk, Will needs less and less Mike's help. He hasn't spoken a word since he woke up, probably shocked. Mike wants to ask him what's wrong and make him feel better, but there might be monsters hiding in the trees, waiting for them to make just a little bit too-loud of a noise.

So he sticks to holding him close, squeezing Will's hand draped over his shoulder. Even though they both know Will doesn't need help walking anymore.

Mike should be paying attention to any suspicious noises, but all his brain is filled with is the replaying of the moment Mike's lips encased Will's.

He knows it's not that big of a deal. He was drowning for fuck's sake. But his brain couldn't care less about what he thinks. So he's stuck replaying his 'CPR' and burning up, feeling as red as a tomato.

Will thankfully doesn't notice it, and they make it to the cabin safely.

Mike sits Will on the couch, knowing very well he can do that himself now. He does it anyway, sitting beside Will instantly. Probably getting a bit too close.

Will doesn't care, but doesn't make eye contact either.

"Hello? Hello? Over." Robin interrupts them. Again. Or rather, interrupts Mike again.

She's trying to contact help, or to ask someone on what to do after a drowning. Or is it just okay now? Just like that?

Will looks at Robin. Not Mike. And Mike doesn't really- like that, so he puts a hand on Will's back and drags it to his shoulder. Getting his attention. Finally.

Will looks at him with tired eyes, and Mike doesn't like his attention anymore. He turns red as a demon, but Will just softly smiles.

"Thanks... Thank you," he whispers.

"Of course." Mike blurts dumbly. Will huffs a laugh.

"Are you- feeling alright?"

Will nods. "Thanks to you, yeah," and smiles again. Mike damn near explodes.

And, just like that, he's staring at Will's lips, ridiculously up close. He feels his breathing, just like by Lovers' Lake. His mind goes blank when Will puts a hand on his knee, and goes in for it.

"They're coming, I told them the monsters probably heard the shot and will-"

Robin came from the bathroom. Now she stopped, looking at the guys in front of her, both red as strawberries, ruffled hair and Mike's jacket God knows where.

They've both very nearly bolted to separate sides of the room, but only making it to sitting on opposite ends of the couch. Keeping as much distance as possible, their eyes darting nervously. Red as strawberries.

She tries to cover up the mischievous smile creeping up on her face, failing, and Mike scowling at her before quickly moving his eyes away.

And after two years of watching them dance around each other- all she can think is good for them.

@howtobecomeadragon 's idea from tags and @dunkeyfromshrek brought it to me attention aye (and motivated this thang)

i actually dk how to perform cpr so if ur a first aid NERD that wanna complain lmk and ill fix it

#byler #byler s5 #byler fluff #byler fanfic #byler fic #mike wheeler #mike wheeler fanfiction #will byers #will byers fanfiction #my ficlet🐶

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luv4byers · 1 year

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with you - (w.b.)

gif is not mine!

author's note: this is my first fic, I hope it's not too bad. this takes place right after mike and will's little fight.

paring: (s3) will byers x male reader (i'm praying this timeline is okay)

warnings: nothing really, i hope fluff won't harm you.

word count: 528 im sorry its so short

Y/n means your name :)

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"it's not my fault you don't like girls!"

that short sentence struck me harder than anything else could.

i just wanted to spend time with my friends. i just wanted to play dnd with them. but all my friends were kinda busy. busy with their girlfriends. all the time. even if they weren't with their girlfriends, they seemed like they didn't really want to do anything with me. as if my likings appeared childish to them.

take this, for example.

mike wheeler was one of my close friends. but ever since he got a girlfriend (which i have nothing against, she's a nice person), he stopped spending time with me.

but never my best friend y/n never did that to me.

y/n never turned down the offer to play dnd, and he always came to see me. y/n always saved me a seat whenever we went to the movies. when i was with him, i never felt left out. he made me feel loved and wanted.

so instead of going back to my own house, i found myself at his doorstep.

i knocked on the door.

"will, what are you doing without a coat, or an umbrella? you're soaked!" he exclaimed and grabbed my arm to take me inside.

"i wanted to see you" i told him.

"is it that bad that you forgot to wear a coat? was it bad enough that you couldn't wait until the rain stopped? what happened?" he asked me.

"mike, we got into a fight.." i repsonded

"you can tell me after you change your clothes, you're gonna get sick" gosh, he sounded like a mom. "change into what? i didn't bring extra clothes." i asked.

"you can change into my clothes, its all good." i thanked him, and went to his bedroom to get a pair of sweatpants and one of his t shirts.

i went back downstairs and sat next to y/n on the couch.

"i'm listening, you can tell me what happened"

"so basically, i kinda told mike that he was always with eleven more than he was with me. then he just said something"

"what did he say?"

"..."

"i won't judge you, will. you know that."

"i- he said it wasn't his fault that i didn't like girls.."

"oh.."

i was scared. the blood was rushing to my cheeks, and my heart was beating fast. did he know?

"so you like boys?"

"yeah.. i do.. i'm sorry y/n." tears were threatening to spill out of my eyes, i was getting ready for a harsh response.

but instead he said"sorry for what, will? there's nothing to be sorry for. because i'm not sorry"

i looked at him. was it true? or was he just playing with me? he pulled me into a hug, and whispered so faintly, that i almost couldn't hear it.

"i love you will."

"i love you too, y/n"

we both were crying. crying with joy, and crying just with the thoughts of what could have happened if other people found out.

"you make me feel safe. i always know i'm safe when i'm with you." i whispered to him.

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and that folks, is the end of my first written fic.

tbh i always had this in my head and i just couldnt get it out until i wrote it. anyways love y'all !

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elposting · 9 months

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if I wrote a byler fic/ one shot based on “bad idea, right?” would any of you read it

edit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49556137 y'all it's done!!

#byler #byler fanfic #will byers #mike wheeler #mike wheeler fic #mike wheeler fanfiction #will byers fic #will byers fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things ao3 #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #st5 #st4 #monica lewinsky fan club #olivia rodrigo #bad idea right #guys #guts olivia rodrigo

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asylum-of-dreams · 8 months

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the sun: Will Byers

Major Arcana by me (the sun):

I swear I love this, I cant wait to print the tarot cards once I’ll draw them all 💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻

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angelkissiies · 2 years

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warmth

will byers x gn!reader

tw/cw : fluff, so much fluff. young love. pining. realization of love. unspoken feelings. best friends to lovers. will byers being happy for once.

a/n : love him as much as I do, he deserves it. also ignore any grammatical mistakes, it’s been a tough weekend lmao.

word count : 3409

Mid-December in Hawkins was beyond what you could consider cold, at that point it was pretty much always below 30 degrees. The roads and sidewalks were covered in thick patches of transparent ice that, if you were unfortunate enough, would victimize you in a heartbeat. Despite all of this, it did not phase Will. He had still decided to show up at your house that morning sporting the largest winter coat you’d ever seen. He could’ve put the marshmallow man to shame. That brought you to now, sitting at the kitchen table with the boy eating breakfast much earlier than you would’ve preferred- not that you really minded. You never admitted it out loud but spending time with Will was the highlight of your weekends because without fail he’d show up like clockwork every Saturday afternoon.

“Do you want some juice?” You asked, the fridge standing wide open as you looked back at the boy for an answer. The frigid air mixed with the already cold weather made you shiver.

Will nodded quickly, shoving another fork full of eggs into his mouth. He’d taken the liberty of making breakfast, seeing as he woke you up literally at the crack of dawn. “You don’t drink it with pulp right?” He questioned mid chew, raising an eyebrow.

You scoffed, holding a hand over your heart in mock distress. “You think that lowly of me? That I’d tolerate pulpy orange juice? Disgusting!” You laughed, pulling the carton out and closing the fridge behind you. “I actually don’t think I know anyone who drinks orange juice with pulp.”

He paused for a moment, his face deadpanning before he responded. “You literally know Nancy.”

A faux gag emitted from your throat, face twisting in disgust. “Oh that’s gross.” You moved to lean across the table, pouring the juice into his cup and then your own. “Anyways, since you’re here so early- I’m guessing there’s something you wanted to do today.”

Will smiled, throwing back the glass of juice in record time. “You bet! There’s this frozen pond just about a mile from here and I thought that maybe we could ice skate on it!” He exclaimed, feet tapping on the ground in excitement. He knew, for a fact, you could rarely ever say no to him- which usually leads to the two of you in massive trouble.

You eyes almost popped out of their sockets, It was pretty common knowledge to Will that you had never skated. Ever. Not once. “Will-,” you began, only to be cut off by the boy.

“No no, I know. You’ve never done it before.. but I have! I could teach you.” He assured, reaching across the table to grasp your hands, pleading silently. “I promise I won’t let you get hurt.”

The offer was tempting, it sounded like it could be fun- but with your luck it would definitely end with an injury. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to spend some quality time with Will.

“Okay, I’ll do it. Just promise you won’t let me fall, okay?” You asked, holding out your pinky for Will to take. He gladly linked his pinky with your own, squeezing it as hard as he could playfully.

He stood from his seat at the table, gathering the now empty dishes and placing them in the sink. He didn’t bother to wash them, knowing your mother did them after their breakfast every morning. “Now, I know you don’t have ice skates so I brought my mom’s. She’s a size 7 in shoes, so I hope they fit.” He moved across the room to the bulky bag you had been wondering about since he arrived, the size now made sense considering what it held.

You laughed lightly, sitting down on the floor next to where he was. One by one he handed you Joyce’s skates, they looked well loved which made you glance over at Will. They just have done this often together, it almost felt like an honor to have him ask. “I think they’ll fit, I can try them on first though. Just for good measure.” You assured, unlacing the tops so you could slide your socked foot into the skate. As far as you could tell, it was a decent fit. You restrung the laces just a tad looser and wiggle your toes around, pleased with the comfortability.

Will watched you expectantly, taking in the subtle changes in your face as you experienced putting on ice skates for the first time. It may not be the biggest milestone in the world, but it counted to him. “So? Are they okay?” He asked, moving his hands down to pull the tongue of the skate out a tad, releasing some tension at your ankle.

“They’re pretty much perfect!” You smiled, slipping your foot out of the skate and setting it to the side. You wanted to leave immediately, you were so excited it hurt. “Let me run and put some warmer clothes on, could you write my mom a note? Just so she doesn’t worry.”

He nodded instantly, hopping up from where he was to rummage through the drawer next to the fridge. Most of the random things you had no place for found a home there, including the designated note pad and pen the two of you used to write notes to your mother when you left without speaking to her. She never really minded, she appreciated the effort to make her worry less- though it never worked. She always worried, like if the two of you went to the arcade- she would occasionally call up there to check in on you and make sure you were okay. He scribbled a simple note, nothing too lengthy.

‘Me and (y/n) are going ice skating at the pond on Spencer road. We won’t be gone too long, maybe a couple of hours. See you then!’

You had hurried into your room, closing the door quietly to avoid waking up anyone unnecessarily. The time now reading 5:45am, you picked through your closet- pulling out a winter coat, long sleeved sweater, and a pair of thick jean pants. For safe measures, you added a pair of leggings underneath the pants. You couldn’t be too warm, right? As you hustled to change, you ended up throwing your hair up to avoid it getting in the way. This made record time for getting ready, as the clock had only recorded four minutes passing. You snatched a couple scarves off of your dresser before heading back out to the kitchen where you had left Will.

“I didn’t see a scarf with you when you got here, so I grabbed this one for you. If you went home with a cold, I don’t know if Joyce would ever forgive me.” You joked, holding out the plaid scarf that clashed horrendously with his coat. You’d love to say that you’d planned it, but you really weren’t looking too closely at color when you grabbed the scarves so unfortunately you couldn’t. One way or another, it was still funny.

He made a face of faux disgust as he snatched the fabric from your hands before his lips upturned into a smile. Nobody paid attention to him the way you did, if this was anyone else- they would’ve never noticed he forgot his scarf, but you were different. You didn’t look through him, you actually saw him. “Thank you, I would’ve worn my own but I left in a hurry to get here. I wanted us to have more time to skate.” He explained, pulling on his coat. Once he had zipped up the massive thing, he wrapped the scarf around before securing the loose ends in his jacket.

You zipped your own coat up the rest of the way, following in suit with your scarf. You left the loose ends out though, as they felt too bulky underneath. You then haphazardly threw on your tennis shoes as they really wouldn’t matter later. Officially, you were ready to go- before you could utter a word though, Will was two steps ahead of you.

“Cmon!” He smiled, grabbing your hand and practically dragging you to the living room. He stuffed the skates back into the bag and threw it over his shoulder before hustling you out the front door. If there was one thing he didn’t want to do, it was waste time. That was until he halted on the front porch, “Did you remember to fill your tires?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he squinted at you, he knew the answer already but chose to give you the benefit of the doubt.

Your mouth fell open, you had completely forgotten about the tire. As if the whole incident of having to walk your bike home wasn’t a clear enough reminder. “Uh.. well.. about that..” you began, looking anywhere but his eyes. You knew for a fact he was giving you that face, the stereotypical ‘I’m not mad or surprised, just disappointed’ look.

Will barely batted an eyelash, “You can ride on the back of my bike, but we will be filling that tire today.” He stated, shoving you playfully as he slid the backpack off of his back and into your hands. It was obvious that since the two of you were going to ride together, you’d need to carry the bag so you’d both fit safely- you didn’t mind. He clambered onto the bike, scooting forward to leave you enough room to be comfortable.

The backpack fit snugly on your back as you hopped on after him. You froze momentarily, realizing just how close you were to him. It flustered you a bit, but you pushed those feelings aside as you moved to wrap your arms around his waist. You never really rode with Will, since you both had bikes you usually just rode alongside each other rather than on the same bike. It made you unusually nervous.

He would never admit it out loud, but his stomach came alive the moment you held him. It wasn’t in a romantic way, but it sent a flight of butterflies into his stomach. Ignoring the fluttering, he began to peddle, but as much as he tried and tried to get those feelings out of his mind- he couldn’t. With every bump in the road, you instinctively held him tighter, which didn’t help his predicament in the slightest. Not to mention the feeling of your head resting against his back, it was almost empowering despite how nerve wrecking it was.

The sights passed by in a dull blur, blending together as the two of you sped along the side of the road. There were barely any cars, as most people were either asleep or at work at this time of morning- that was better for you two, less cars less risk. Before you knew it, Will had pulled off of the main road onto a small dirt trail that led back through a thick grove of trees. To say it was sketchy, would be an understatement.

“So this is the place?” You asked, hopping off the back of his bike. As you looked around you noticed just how well maintained this area was. The trail was clear of any brush or litter, meaning people regularly came through to clean it. That realization made the situation out in a much brighter light than before, seeing as it didn’t look like any murder would go undetected here- not saying that Will would murder you but.. you can never be too safe.

He threw you a smile, waving you forward as he walked his bike into the grove. The trail was pretty easy to follow, it was impacted into the ground from a history of use. “This is the best place in Hawkins to skate, I’m honestly surprised you’ve never been.” He admitted, looking over to you as you walked alongside him.

You shrugged slightly, adjusting the backpack on your back to a more comfortable angle. “My parents are the most active, unless you count my mom's aerobics class. They don’t do much outdoorsy stuff like normal families.” It was true, your parents were more into watching movies and shopping as a bonding activity. It was fun, sure, but you felt you’d missed out on a lot.

Will chuckled, stopping abruptly to tuck his bike into a patch of brush on the side of the trail. “Aerobics count for something, they just don’t compare to his.” He stated, grabbing your hand before taking off down the rest of the trail.

If you squinted, you could see the trails end just up ahead. It was brighter on that side of the grove, as if the sun had chosen to shine on that spot only. You tried your best to keep up with Will , gripping his hand for dear life as he dragged you to the grove's edge.

Once you exited the patch of trees, you finally understood why he was in such a hurry. You’d been partially correct about the sun, it had begun to shine down through the cloud cover and onto the ice of the pond. In turn, the ice was glowing a soft ethereal light that lit up the entire clearing.

“Oh my god, Will. This is amazing.” You breathed out, you couldn’t help but agree with him. Aerobics definitely couldn’t hold a candle to the flame this lit in your chest. It was as if heaven had become a real place on earth, none of it felt real.

Will watched your reaction, beaming with pride as he soaked in the morning sun. He couldn’t have chosen a better person to share this side of himself with. Truth be told, you and his mom were the only people we wanted to do things like this with. The two of you made him feel comfortable enough to breathe freely. “I know, how about we hop on the ice?” He suggested, not realizing he still had a hold on your hand. He was quick to realize when he felt you squeeze it gently, a redirection of your excitement. He led you down to the edge of the ice, right where the ice met the ground- the safest starting place for you two to launch from.

You swung the backpack off of your back, sitting down on the ground to unpack the skates Will had haphazardly shoved in. Thinking about it, that was probably the training for the weird poking feeling in your back the whole bike ride. You felt dumb not realizing before now but shook those thoughts off. “So, just to clarify- you won’t let me fall, right?”

He sat down beside you, pulling his tennis shoes off. He pretended to think about it for a second, earning a scoff from you. “I pinky swear, I will not let you fall.” He swore, holding out his pinky for you to take. It was an endearing gesture, but you knew he couldn’t promise anything. It was the effort that counted though.

Your pinkies linked together, drawing a smile to your lips as you shook them- as if it was a handshake before turning back to the task at hand. Your shoes slipped off and you began to fumble with the laces on the skates. It was pretty easy, but for some reason anxiety began to grow in your stomach. A bundle of nerves being poked and prodded by every moment you got closer to actually skating, internally you knew that Will wouldn’t let you get hurt but it still scared you.

The two of you sat in peaceful silence as you finished lacing up and tying your skates, then came the real question.

“Will, how do I get up and actually on the ice?” You asked, looking from your bladed feet to the ice just a few inches away. Because the blades were so thin, it seemed impossible to stand up and step onto the ice without actually breaking your neck. The anxiety creeped back up into your throat as you looked between the boy and the ice.

He noticed the hesitation and was quick to act, “Close your eyes, okay?” He instructed, grasping your hands within his own. As you closed your eyes, you heard a rough ‘click’ of his skates against the ice. His hands moved down to grip your waist, sending a heartaches worth of butterflies into your stomach. He was careful as he helped hoist you up onto your feet, steadying you as you wobbled slightly on the unfamiliar skates. As you began to grow accustomed to standing on the blades, he gently lifted you from the grass onto the ice.

You had been holding in a breath this whole time, terrified that he might slip and drop you, but as you opened your eyes you could breathe again. You were standing upright on the ice, Will still holding your waist to keep you steady. A delighted smile pulled at your lips as you leaned forward to wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, I probably would’ve died trying to do that alone.”

Will pulled away, bowing. “No problem at all, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” He chuckled, holding his hands out for you to take. His fingers were slightly tipped in pink, the cold air relentless on his exposed skin. From what you could tell, it didn’t bother him.

Taking his hands, you clasped them tightly. You weren’t as afraid anymore, more focused on the curvature of Will’s lips as he smiled at you. He was the perfect boy, that was something you’d always known.

He intertwined your fingers together, using a free hand to give himself some momentum. He pushed off the ice, sending the two of you into a slide forward before he slowly began to loosen his grip on your hand. This terrified you, making you instinctively reach out for him, only to be greeted by his arm moving down around your waist.

“It’s okay, watch this.” He assured, prompting you to keep your eyes open as he pushed off again. He had the two of you gaining speed, and as you watched and attempted to copy his movements- you seemed to be helping him. He wasn’t pulling all of the weight as he had been, feet gliding across the pond effortlessly. The air was crisp, turning your nose and cheeks a soft pink as you came closer and closer to the other edge of the pond.

Will used his free arm to turn, utilizing gravity to send the two of you into a whirlpool spin. He quickly grabbed a hold of you, pulling you tighter into him as the two of you went in circles. His face was filled with delight as he bunched his hands up in your coat, watching as your eyes shone.

You felt like you were flying, the momentum causing your scarf to flap wildly in the wind as you tightened your grip on Will. You don’t think you’d ever be able to describe this feeling, a mix of terror and pure unbridled joy. The thumping in your chest was the only indication that this was real life, heart filled with adrenaline. As you began to slow, and inevitably stop, you didn’t let go of Will. The world spun as you had and your body hadn’t caught up- and as you attempted to acclimate to the stillness, something caught your attention. The boy in front of you was laughing, Truly laughing. a noise that you didn’t often hear. His body shook with joyous laughter that came from a deep place of carelessness, making a smile form on your lips.

He took a deep breath, crisp winter air filling his lungs as he looked down at you. “Isn’t it the best?” He asked, moving his hands to correct your scarf back around your neck so you wouldn’t get too cold. His fingers brushed across your cheek as he did so, sending a pang of nerves into his chest. He did his best to ignore it but the feeling blossomed into one that encased him, making his cheeks turn a shade of red.

“I couldn’t imagine anything better.”

That was the truth. Being here with Will was something you wouldn’t trade for the world. Despite the frigid winter air and the frostbite nipping at your fingers, you were filled with warmth.

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thesapphicsoldier · 1 year

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I’m always getting ideas for oneshots but never actually write them, so I thought I’d share my ideas with you guys and you can let me know which one you want me to write first.

(It’s not 100% guaranteed that I’ll write whatever wins since I lose interest in ideas easily, but it’s pretty likely I’ll do it)

A byler fic from Will’s perspective about his sort of “superpower” over Mike. It’s about how Mike is much softer and sweeter around him than he his with everyone else, and if Will requests something, he listens. The party uses Will to convince Mike to go to this event, which leads to some revelations. (Mid-long in length)

Will coming out to El. Pretty self explanatory. El gets scared of a thunderstorm and goes to Will for comfort. They hangout and play board games and eventually start having some deep conversations. (Short in length)

The bathroom scene from Robin’s perspective and her (platonic, obviously) feelings toward Steve. It talks about her struggle to maintain friendships and how she’s extremely grateful to have met someone who will stay by her side. (Short-mid in length)

Byler-centric fic about Robin clocking Mike as gay and trying to connect with him. The two grow closer over time as Mike eventually starts to confide in her, ending with a confession of his feelings. (Mid-long in length)

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pariahsparadise · 1 year

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6/10

requested by anonymous: IRIS ''do you wanna make out?'' Will Byers “I don’t want you to be disappointed.” Male reader The readers all nervous and insecure especially with Will being so forward and not knowing what he’s doing to him (making him all flustered), Will helps him out. (Will kinda acts like and makes the reader flustered like he did in the nightmare themed Drabble)

word count: 400

author's note: thank you so much for this request! i tried to incorporate as much of it as i could. i haven't written much for the 1k celebration event i myself am hosting LOL but with this i'm going to start doing more!

pairings: will byers x male!reader

"Do you wanna make out?"

You jump a little at the blunt question, still not used to how forward Will can be sometimes, when he really lets his guard down around someone. It's a recent discovery, something you only learned after approximately three dates with him. You're over at his house, leafing through an old comic book as he sits next to you on the bed, sketching. The deft, clever strokes of his pen on paper had captured your attention a long time ago, but you didn’t think he had noticed.

Laughing a little nervously, you respond truthfully, “I don’t know, I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

“Why would I be?” Will wonders out loud, carefully capping his pen before setting both it and the sketchbook aside.

“It’s just-” you start, words flowing out of your mouth before they even register in your brain, “I’ve never made out with someone before, I kind of don’t know how it works? It just seems so complicated to me. How much tongue am I supposed to use? When am I supposed to use it? And how? And what if I’m bad at it, what if-”

“You’ll get better,” Will interrupts you, making you flush as you notice his sudden proximity to you, the hand he raises to caress your cheek, the artistic, lithe fingers of his other that trace their way across the back of your neck into your hair, “I can help you practise.”

You only have two seconds to prepare yourself, gasping a quick breath of air before Will steals it from you, kissing you delicately, devastatingly slow. Your body curls closer to his instinctively, hands grasping for purchase in what they can find, be it his thigh, elbow, or shirt. Your mind is filled with nothing but a pleasant hum, warmth expanding in your chest as Will pulls you even closer to him, tangling your legs. All your worries dissipate as Will parts your mouth easily, exploring it confidently while his hand strokes your cheekbone soothingly, his lips pillowy and hot against yours.

Will finally lets you breathe, releasing you from the kiss, but not letting you move too far, eyes scrutinising yet fond as he takes in your swollen lips and mussed hair.

“6/10,” is what he finally says, trying to keep a straight face, “You’re right, you’re pretty bad at it. You need a lot more practice.”

“Why, you little-!” you explode, tackling him onto his back, your angry insults cut short by his peals of laughter, but you can’t find it in yourself to be upset. Not even a little bit.

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venomfrombats · 1 year

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Hi hi so what if [M/N] thought that Will is in love with Mike because for example: Mike and Will are always together and Will have trouble speaking to [M/N] because he gets shy. (Done with the example) and now Will thought that [M/N] don't like him because he always got the excuses. "Mike and I have something blah blah, okay Will? See ya" "I can't, Me and Mike blah blahh"

Like that? And it's like angst -> fluff

Will went outside his house to grab his bike when he heard his brother Jonathan call for him. He jogged back inside and was handed the house phone, the wire smacking against his rain jacket. "Hello?" Will asked, wondering who would be calling for him. "Hey! It's Y/n! Me and Mike are heading to the Mall for some comic shopping so we're gonna miss the sleepover." Y/n said into the phone which made Wills smile disappear. "I'm sorry." Was all that was said before Will hung up the phone with a loud slam. He went over to El's house for the sleepover with the rest of the party and thought about how close Mike and Y/n had grown. Mike and Will were best friends and Y/n was more of a crush than a friend. Will tossed and turned until he heard a quiet "psst". He turned and saw Max staring at him, "What's wrong?" She asked, concerned for her friend. "Nothing. Sorry if I woke you up." "I wasn't sleeping yet. You could tell me what's wrong Will." The Byers boy sighed and sat up, ready to tell Max everything.

"And now I don't think he wants to even hang out with me since he's always hanging out with Mike." Max nodded in understandment, "Maybe you should just talk to him? Tell him how you feel. He's known you the longest and I wouldn't be surprised if he's hanging out with Wheeler to get you jealous." Will smiled a bit at Max's words and hugged her for listening to his problems. "Thanks, Max" "No problem, Byers."

Will biked to Y/n's the next day, hoping he was there alone and not with Mike. He dropped his bike in the front of the trailer and knocked on the door. He waited a moment before the door was opened by Eddie Munson, Y/n's older brother. "Will the wise, what a surprise. Hey dipshit, your boyfriend's here!" Eddie said as Y/n walked out their shared room and to the door. "Go away weirdo!" Y/n said as he pushed Eddie, trying to get him to go back to the room so the two could speak without any taunts from the older Munson boy. When he finally walked away, Y/n invited Will in. "What's up, Byers?" Will immediately got on with the point, "Look, I've noticed you and Mike have been hanging out a lot and you guys barely hang out with us and I dont know I guess I'm just a little jealous that he gets to hang out with you all day while I just get a phone call from you saying you cant hang out." Will took a deep breath and stared at Y/n as he stared back at Will. "I do hang out with you more than anyone in the party! I've known you the longest! We are the closest from anyone!" "Doesn't feel like it!" Will and Y/n stared intensely at eachother before Y/n looked away, sighing loudly. "I'm sorry. I know you're right and I just hang out with Mike so much because I thought you were getting bored of me since everytime I try to talk to you, you barely talk." Will looks at his shoes and looks back up, "I wasn't bored of you, I just- I really liked you and I didn't want you to know!" Will said as Y/n stared at him with wide eyes. "You like me? Gross." Will frowned, until Y/n finished his sentence, "You have bad taste Will Byers." Which juat made the two laugh loudly. They both took a seat on the couch and slowly reached for eachothers hands. "I guess I've kinda had a thing for you too, Will." The two stared at eachother before leaning in and capturing eachothers lips. The kiss lasted a bit but the two finally felt happy.

#stranger things #will byers x reader #will byers #will byers fanfiction #will byers x male reader

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