#will byers fic

[pariahsparadise]

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.

[booksandpaperss]

Me when the Duffer brothers make Will suffer in their writing: >:((((((

Me when I make Will suffer in my writing: >:))))))

[class-of-86]

byler headcanons <3

because i love these two omg

• when mike spends the night, he always INSISTS on sharing the bed with will because

a) the bed is more comfortable

b) no way in hell is will sleeping on the floor on mike’s watch

• will gave mike his flannel

• mike gave will his hellfire shirt

• mike is pretty touchy. he always finds an excuse for hugs, kisses, and anything small

• will is big spoon. always.

• unless he’s had a nightmare or is upset

• will loves painting & drawing mike. like even when he’s in class & doodling, he always draws mike. 90% of the time he doesn’t even mean to, it just happens.

• their first kiss was..awkward to say the least.

• mike has never kissed a guy before that and will hasn’t kissed..anyone really.

• well, will has kissed a few people but he doesn’t count them. (mainly just stuff from middle school dances)

• mike was insanely nervous and kept awkwardly laughing, his hands were really sweaty and he kept apologizing for nothing

• also his face was like..super red.

• will was nervous too, so in the middle of mike apologizing and going on a rant nobody but him could understand..will just did it.

• mike just stood there, frozen tbh

• will apologized profusely

• they laughed about it later and tried again

• they’ll lay in bed together and listen to music for hours. just holding each other

• anytime they fight, mike is always the first to cave in and apologize tbh

• will stays petty for a little bit

• until mike says something cute and will can’t help but forgive him

• will refuses to admit thats he’s wrong. like..ever.

• it drives mike crazy sometimes but he loves that about will

• will will sometimes just stare at mike thinking about how handsome he is and how much he loves him

• mike helps will with his trauma a lot

• even if he doesn’t understand, he will always be there for will. always.

• he’ll sit there and let will cry on him, hold will after a nightmare, rub his back during anxiety attacks, or if will doesn’t feel like talking mike will sit there with him.

• joyce and hopper are very supportive!!

• joyce especially, i think hopper is mad that mike keeps dating his kids.

• of course hopper gave mike the big “if you hurt him..”‘ speech.

• which of course terrified mike

• but it made will laugh so hard his side was hurting when he found out.

• joyce was irritated but couldn’t help but laugh too.

• the party doesn’t care either way

• dustin made a bet with lucas about it actually

• when mike told them, all he got for a response was dustin laughing because he was right about his bet and lucas had to give him $10

• eleven thinks they’re adorable.

• but she protects will

• she also gave mike the “if you hurt him..” speech

• nancy is so supportive, she tries to help mike with boyfriend trouble

• she also helped mike get ready when he had his first real date with will.

• to make up for the lack of letters, mike always writes will love letters and sneaks them into his sketchbook.

• and they’re all signed “love, mike”

• will keeps all of them in a box.

• mike loves will

• and will loves mike.

[refiwrites]

Hey There, Maximoff

Pairing: Will Byers x GN! Reader

Requested?: Yes

Summary: It's Halloween night and things go for the unexpected as Will encounters another episode, but as if it was a miracle, a kid in a Scarlet Witch costume comes to his aid.

WC: 2.4k

Warning/s: bullying, anxiety mentions, mike being rude (only for a little bit), lmk if i missed anything!

Note: aaaaa will byers and marvel? sign me up <33

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

The faint sounds of cicadas were no match for the busy streets in Hawkins, littered with children and teens alike, carrying each their Halloween baskets with the mission to get candy from every neighborhood in town.

Every step you’d take you’ll hear a joyous “Happy Halloween!” followed by getting their baskets shoved with different kinds of chocolates and candy.

And you were one of them. Smiling as you said your thanks, you walked away, wanting to go to the next of many houses.

Everybody had their costumes on, some you could recognize were in horror movies, some were heroes, and some were even dressed up as aliens and animals.

You however, had taken the decision to dress up as the Scarlet Witch.

You had this plan for the longest time, even begging your parents to let you get the materials so you could start working even before Halloween.

They agreed, and soon enough your efforts paid off.

You grinned at the people who gave you whole-hearted compliments on your costume, as well as you giving theirs.

Though with all the kids around, your eyes caught on a group, specifically dressed as the Ghostbusters as they laughed and complained about the cheap candy they got.

Your attention, however, seemed to focus on the one that held the huge camera.

He was the only one who rarely smiled, it seemed like something was off about him. That is until they came across another house, who had just been visited by other teens.

That’s also when you heard them shout something you didn’t expect.

It started when they lunged up on him repeatedly saying words along the lines of:

“Watch it, zombie boy!”

“Freak!”

“Weirdo’s come out to play, huh?!”

Then there was another one in a clown costume that took the final blow at him.

“Boo!”

Sending the boy flat on the ground along with his camera a few inches away, your senses suddenly became alert. It didn’t matter what they were shouting at him, the only thing on your mind was to help him.

The thing was, you hesitated. You saw him look around, but his look felt like he was in a whole new place he could wholeheartedly recognize, and it scared him.

Everybody seemed to mind their own businesses, his friends long forgotten about him as he shakily stood up.

You still held your ground, watching. Maybe he didn’t need your help, maybe he was only shaken up a bit and he’ll be fine.

But his body language compelled otherwise. He looked to be saying something as he started walking away, lost in the familiar streets of Hawkins.

Then he looked up, up at the sky. His shoulders suddenly seemed heavy as it heaved with every breath he took.

You looked at where he was glancing at, but nothing was out of the ordinary, it was bright out, filled with stars and clouds brushing the sky.

Then you glanced down and he was running in the opposite direction from where his friends were, camera forgotten on the cement ground.

“Hey, hey!” You began to shout, but the distance was too far away from him to even hear you, it only earned you a few weird looks.

You shake your head, deciding to finally take matters in your own hands as his friends were too busy getting their treats.

Running, you grabbed the camera and watched as he dipped below somewhere. You ran towards him, the weight of the camera slightly keeping you off balance as you ran for him.

You were met with stairs headed downwards and what looked to be an entrance of a basement. You looked back to see if any of his friends had seen what happened, but no one followed you nor him.

“Hey? Excuse me you dropped your camera…” You said in hopes of a friendly introduction.

You slowly stepped down, not wanting to alert the boy further. You could see the slight outline of his shadow. Finally reaching him, you were now suddenly unsure of what to do.

He was curled up, arms hugging his knees as his foot tapped alternatively, his eyes shut as if he was in some kind of nightmare.

He was muttering some words you couldn’t quite make out.

“Are you al- Ah!!“ You carefully placed a hand on his shoulder but that action only surprised him as he let out a gasp of surprise as you did as well, his hand shooting up to grip your wrists as his eyes were suddenly blown wide.

He looks around frantically, failing to catch his breath.

“Calm down, hey, calm down you’re fine! You’re okay!” You tried your best attempt at comforting someone you didn’t even know.

He didn’t answer, he gave only a distant look as he shivered, blinking a few times as his grip on you tightened every few seconds.

You were beginning to feel scared yourself, what if his friends came now and probably blamed you for what’s happening to their friend?

Then you remembered the breathing technique you have thought yourself whenever times get too rough. You hoped this would somehow work on this boy.

“Okay, okay let’s do something different- uh okay… why don’t you look at me, okay? Look at me.” You said even though you were nervous yourself. Gladly, the boy seemed to listen as his eyes locked onto yours so suddenly.

You opened your mouth and mimicked breathing. “Okay, follow me.. Okay? Breathe in in 3, 2, 1..okay good..” You say, breathing in, to your surprise it looked like he was following it. Thank heavens.

“Now, breathe out with me okay? In 1, 2, 3…” Breathing out, you continued.

The first few minutes helped with his shivering, then as more minutes passed by, he began to take control of his breath as his grip on your wrist loosened.

“Wh- where- am I? Wh- where’s-“ Will tried to speak.

Before thinking of it, you were already reaching out for your bag, thankful for the bottle of water your mom packed you with.

“Okay, try having a drink first then talk?” You offered as he took it, swallowing down half the water as he let out a relieved sigh after.

Only then Will finally came to his senses. He looked at you, then at your costume.

“You’re Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff.” He spoke akin to someone in awe.

You couldn’t help but smile at him, nodding. Tilting your head, you pointed at his name tag on his costume.

“And you, you must be Egon Spengler, am I right?” You teased.

“Yeah, I- I am.” He replied shyly.

“Your costume’s cool.” He compliments after a moment of silence between the two of you.

“I’ll have you know I’ve made it myself.” You proudly responded with a smile. “Preparing all these months just to use it in one day may not be as bad as I thought it would be..”

Will had found himself looking at you with a funny feeling in his heart.

“But that backpack of yours! It’s so cool! And you even have all the little details on it!” It was Will’s turn to blush.

“Thank you…”

“Oh and before I forgot!” You exclaimed, holding his camera up to face him. “You dropped this, I couldn’t leave it alone in the street, for sure your parents would be telling you off all night.”

Will nods, completely forgetting about the camera, but hey, at least he won’t suffer his mom and possibly Bob’s wrath, although he thinks he’d get a mouthful from Jonathan for losing such a valuable camera.

“I completely forgot about that, hopefully I’ve done a good job at documenting our trick or treating tonight, Bob won’t stop reminding me to record everything, he says its for the “memories”.” Will says.

You roll your eyes “I’m sure you did! Gotta admit that thing is more heavier than it looks, how did you manage to keep a straight angle!” You joked.

Will laughed with you, “That’s what we’re supposed to find out, I guess.”

Then you heard the dozen footsteps making their way down to where you and Will were.

“Will! Will!” You heard one of them shout. “You okay man? What the hell happened?!” Then another. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Another.

“Mike! Lucas! Dustin!” Will greeted.

“Are you hurt?” The other one hurriedly went to his side, inspecting him.

“Is he okay?”

You were suddenly overwhelmed by his friends that you stepped aside, letting them have the room.

“Mike, don’t worry, I’m fine.” Will reassured what you assumed was Mike, then the others.

“I’m gonna get you home, okay?” You heard him say as he hoisted Will up.

You didn’t know why, but that simple phrase planted some kind of sadness in you. Will you ever see him again? You hoped so.

“Guys, I’m fine.. Really it’s nothing-“

“No its not, let’s go.”

“Okay we’ve got him-“

“No I’ve got him.” Mike said to the rest of his friends.

“Mike… Mike come on man.” The one with the curly hair said.

“No, you go and have some fun with your trick or treating, we’re going home.”

Before you forgot, you grabbed the camera, hoping to be of some kind of help, even though this Mike seemed to be a little angry.

“Hey- uh his camera...” You utter. Mike looked at you as if you were just someone in the way, he grabbed the camera from your hands and shrugged.

“Thanks.” He said flatly. Will looked at you with a kind of apologetic look before he was helplessly dragged off.

You awkwardly stood there with the rest of his friends.

“Hey, you.. We’re sorry about our friend there we didn’t know what has gotten into him.” One said.

“Yeah, he’s not always an ass.” The other followed.

“It’s nothing really… I- uh I guess I’ll go now, my parents are probably looking for me and yeah..” You just wanted to get out of there.

They were nice enough to bid you goodbye’s and you found yourself headed home.

But as you lay in bed that night, you still felt sad you didn’t had time to make friends with Will.

Great, moving into a new place and you’ve already failed at making friends before school started for you.

All you could do was shrug and cover yourself up with a blanket, closing your eyes shut and hoping for some kind of miracle tomorrow.

The school bell rang, signaling the start of another class.

For other students, Science felt like another boring subject to sit into, well that’s not the case for these four, not for Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will.

As the students found their seats, their Teacher, Scott, clapped his hands together in excitement. “Class am I happy to announce that you will be having another new student today!”

Then cue the whispers as the party also had whispers of their own going on.

“Who do you think it would be?”

Will stayed silent as he listened, he still couldn’t forget about the night before. The one with the Scarlet Witch costume that he stupidly forgot to ask what their name was.

“I hope not someone boring.”

Half of him wanted the new student to be you, the other half countered it, him believing it was a long shot.

“Now may I present, Dustin, another drum roll if you may,” Their teacher asked as Dustin obeyed, closing his books and tapping his hands repeatedly on it.

“Let’s welcome, (Y/N) (L/N)!”

Will slowly looked up and he could’ve sworn he almost leapt out from his chair. It couldn’t be.

Even with the limited view he had, he could definitely tell it was you, you were looking down on the floor, Will’s jaw hanged slightly open.

“Holy shit no way!” Dustin exclaimed beside Will. You were taken aback that you looked up and spotted the person you saw before, but then your eyes glanced over to the one beside him.

Your eyes widened as Will’s also did.

“You..” You whispered.

You froze as Will held the eye contact.

“Okay as I’ve taken it some of you have already met Them? That’s good news now (Y/N), kindly take that empty seat over there.. Thank you.” Your new teacher, Scott said, stretching his arm outwards to point where your designated seat was.

“(Y/N)?”

“Oh- sorry...” You apologized before quickly heading to your seat, not sparing anyone another glanced as you kept your eyes glued on your desk for the mean time.

Then Dustin and Lucas both gave Will a knowing look while Mike looked confused.

Waiting for class to be over felt like hell for The Party, they all couldn’t wait to go over to you and ask you to sit with them at the cafeteria.

Then it finally rang.

Dustin and Lucas both sprung from their seats, hurrying over to you as Will desperately tried to follow them without stumbling over his own two feet.

You were just about to pack your notes when a hand slamming down on your desk makes you jolt and look at who the hand belonged to.

It was the kid from yesterday and next to him was his other friend and the one that looked a lot like Mike.

“Are you the one from last night?”

“We’ve got a lot to ask you!”

Their words slowed down to a buzz as you felt another wave of nervousness.

Thankfully enough, Will seemed to sense this as he shoves Dustin and Lucas out of the way. Will tells them something that has their hands raising up in defeat.

“Hey there, you were the one wearing the Maximoff costume, right? Sorry- I promise they’re nice... I’m sure they didn’t mean to scare you.” Will’s voice registered in your ears as your eyes flickered to his.

“Definitely wasn’t expecting it...” You tried to play it off but you were still wary of his other friends looking at you.

Will turns around to look at them before looking back at you.

“This may be a lot but if you want, I could show you around! Minus these people of course.” Will jokes that earned a “Hey!” and “Rude!” from his group of friends.

“No, its alright, I- yeah I would like that.” You smiled at Will and you sworn the way he smiled back was even brighter than ever.

Before you know it, Will was already reaching his hand out for you.

“Where do you wanna start?”

[elposting]

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!!

[kuumara]

A turn of events

"Thank God you're here,"

"No problem."

"I don't- I don't know how to make him normal anymore, or what to do to make him eat- he doesn't even eat! He's just down there all the time, I'm telling you it's because-"

"It's alright, miss. I advise you to wait here, we never know what can happen while dealing with people like him,"

"Oh, alright- Do you need anything? Water?"

"No, no thank you, miss. We better get this over with quick."

"Alright. It's down the hallway, third door on the left and down the stairs,"

"Thank you, miss."

"No, thank you- and be careful, please,"

He smiles calmly. "I'm a professional,"

The miss smiles back, nervously, and he's already halfway down the stairs. His suitcase is heavy, a Holy Cross tied to it, clanging.

As he gets to the bottom of the stairs, to the basement, he holds the cross in order to stop it from making noise.

The basement is a stark contrast from the rest of the traditional, well-kept manor. It's filthy, grey, and the ceiling is full of metal pipes.

There's only one closed door at the end of the hallway he's standing in. The other rooms' doors appear to have been taken off.

He carefully and quietly makes his way to the door, highly alert in case the patient comes from one of the dark rooms with no doors. He halts right before the door and pulls out a spray bottle, filled with Holy Water.

He slowly starts opening the door, heart pounding loudly. He's done this numerous times, yet he's never gotten used to this feeling.

This feeling? He thinks about this feeling, and realizes: this feeling is now much more intense than any time before. He has felt very violent, negative energy from some other patients, yes, but this is different. The energy here is melancholy, sad, desperate, more than anything he's ever felt before. And it fills him with sadness as well.

He finally opens the door, and in the small room there's only one candle lit and a lot of books. A lot.

As his eyes get used to the darkness, he sees, in the corner, surrounded by walls of books, the patient.

He hasn't attacked him, or even lifted his head from his hands for that matter. He's just sitting there, long hair blocking his face in a filthy room with his rich, bourgeois clothing.

He steps closer to the patient, he can see that he's shaking. He crouches to meet his eyes, but the patient is scared more than anything.

"Hello," he whispers softly, not wanting to scare him more.

"Hi." The patient, much to his surprise, answers. His voice is hoarse and weak.

"I'm here to help you."

"Everyone says that." The patient replies, voice and the energy getting angrier.

"Who is everyone?" He asks, sitting down and facing him. He needs to let him know he isn't trying to hurt him.

"The doctors. The priests. The scientists." The patient shivers. "They wanted to electrocute me, drill holes in my head- I barely made it out alive,"

His breath catches, and the patients lifts his head, revealing his face. His eyes are curious now, but still wet and red.

"What's your name?" he asks the patient.

"You first."

"Will Byers."

"Michael Wheeler," the patient says, and Will thinks it suits him. Michael was an angel, and this one isn't far from that, he thinks. But- he's getting distracted, by Michael's dark eyes and strong nose, making his lips curl into a calm smile.

"Mister Wheeler, I'm not here to do anything those people did."

Michael's expression eased a little, humming.

"What are you going to do, then," he asked, never breaking eye contact.

"Well... your mother called me to perform an exorcism... But I doubt that will be necessary..." he said, careful not to scare Michael.

"You're troubled, and not because of a literal demon," Will tried to make him feel safe, and it was succeeding, since he was no longer trembling. Michael's eyes lit up.

"So. Tell me about this."

"About what..."

"How did you end up here?"

Michael shifted, carefully to not knock over the towers of books.

"They want to kill me, that's how," he whispered. "They don't want me to feel better- they just want me to..." he trailed off, and Will looked at him with understanding.

"To be like them," Will hummed. Michael looked at him again, surprised, and huffed a laugh.

"Yeah." He smiled.

They sat like that in silence for a while, all until the little bit of candle that was still there went out. They both felt like they finally found someone to trust. And it was true.

"You still have to eat." Will said, as the candle flickered out.

"I'm not eating their food." Michael groaned, and Will felt him getting mad again.

"What about someone else's food?" he suggested.

"Well- I- I can't just leave, if that's what you're implying..."

"I can tell them you're- dangerous, or not sane, whatever you want." Michael looked at him, disbelieving.

"I'm a professional. They will believe me." He smiled reassuringly.

"But... how do I know you're not going to hurt me after you take me away? Or actually put me in a facility?"

"I won't. I swear," Will eagerly explained. He will do anything to rid people of their demons, literal and metaphorical- especially Michael. They're alike, and he would regret not helping him for the rest of his life.

"Michael," Will said quietly, after a moment of silence and Michael thinking.

"Listen... They could kill you here," he lifted his gaze to Will's now, eyes wide.

"I know," he matched Will's tone. "I know, I-" and then his breath hitched. His shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, trying to catch his breath to finish his sentence. But he couldn't, all he could get out his throat was sobbing.

Will scooted closer, and leaned on his hand on the floor next to Michael's legs. With the other, he held his arm, dragging his hand up and down soothingly.

That only made Michael cry more, mostly because Will understood him.

He's been soothed by his mother before, after the electro-shock therapy, but she didn't understand that he was crying then because he didn't want to change, not because he wanted to. She cried with him because she desperately wanted him to be a heterosexual, whereas he cried because he was being held tightly by a person that only loved a version of him she had made up in her head.

Michael threw himself at Will, leaning forward and sinking his face into the fabric of his coat. And Will held him just as quickly as he came close, hugging him firmly.

Eventually, Michael stopped. Will didn't know how much time had passed; feeling Michael's whole being so close to him made him feel dazed.

"I'll go with you," Michael said, not pulling away.

"Okay." Will whispered into his ear.

However, neither of them wanted to pull away, so they stayed like that all until they heard mister Wheeler walking down the stairs, presumably wanting to check if something had happened.

Will explained to him that he'd talked to Michael about the demon, but unfortunately couldn't get it out and said he wanted to study Michael and his demon at his own residence.

Mister Wheeler of course agreed, he would try everything without hesitation in order to cure his son of homosexuality; his own words. And so, Michael had escaped his manor prison and begun a new story.

At least Argyle and Jonathan, the manor's gardeners say so.

And Max, whom Will and Michael met when they had first changed location in order for Michael's family to not find them

And El, the owner of a house they stayed at once when running from mister Wheeler's hired hunters.

And Dustin and Lucas, the owners of a pub they sought safety at.

And Jonathan and Joyce, who...

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blahbla blha 20th or 19th or 18th century byler blahblah bla exorcist will but really he's just a therapist looking for people in need blahblablha mike being rejected by his rich family for his homo tendencies blablahbla them running away together lbablaalbabla i love it sm

annnyway in this fic i intended mike to actually be possessed and then he falls inlove wit will and fluff and menace mike but it turned out angsty but anywwway 😋

[shutuperce]

for the oneshot requests: they accidentally end up in the upside down together but they’re mad at each other, they hide from a demogorgon, then lash out at each other, and then end up kissing (you can choose why they’re mad at each other <3)

violet hello!! i have written it and im very excited about this one here u go <3

[nicxxx5]

please tell me there's a fic where will either decks or beats the shit out of troy that's canon compliant

and if there is can someone send it to me

[bebx]

Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler

Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler

Summary:

"If we don't make it —"

"We'll make it." Mike cut Will off. There was hope in his eyes, the need to believe, and that was the most dangerous part.

"I know." Will said. "But just in case we don't." He handed Mike the painting.

Just in case we don't.

[bootymb]

Ok once i Red ff about will finding out that party tried to Burn him whole he was possesed by mf on and and i need help fonding it

[b0ysdontcry]

i need to know is there an audience for a long two-part will byers fic about his time in california and season 4 from his pov that's inspired by rebel robin, runaway max, lucas on the line, and the perks of being a wallflower and has lots of good music, queerness, and trauma? pls say yes because i am THIS close to writing it

[somebodytoundress]

hi my friend (the one i wrote heartthrob daydream with) and i penned a feelings realization byler fic in which will's coming out and a chat with eddie helps him come to terms with his sexuality and it's really just self reflection and sweet goodness please enjoy! read here

[class-of-86]

dating will byers (male readers) <3

will is mlm, so this is for any male readers. love u all, muah. we need more representation for mlm will byers.

• will was too shy to make the first move

• when he first moved to california, you decided to help him out and get him settled in school.

• you showed him around the school, you see him sneaking you nervous glances

• his cheeks were pink and his hands were shaking slightly

• you were an oblivious motherfucker

• when alone in the art room, you came up in front of him and took his hands in yours

• “hey, it’s going to be okay. starting a new school is scary but i’ll be with you every step of the way” you told him, hoping to comfort him

• you SWORE you saw his soul leave his body

• after talking to your friends about it, they swore up and down he had a massive crush on you

• “what? me? no way.” you denied

• but then you started thinking about it as the day went on

• it hit you like a truck.

• you had second period art with him.

• you decided to make a small move. you took a seat next to him and started making subtle moves.

• he caught on pretty fast, desperately trying to flirt back but failing miserably (he was too nervous)

• you asked him to come over to your house to hang out that day

• he came over, you could tell he was nervous but really really excited when you opened the door.

• that cute grin and how he couldn’t keep his hands still, he kept tapping his foot and you could tell he was messing with his hair in the reflection of the window outside.

• you told him you liked DND, so he brought all of his old DND books & his old campaign planning notebooks

• the notebooks were filled, you read through them and his handwriting was so..pretty.

• he wrote in gorgeous cursive, it almost looked fake it was so perfect.

• you complimented him on it, you could see him getting flustered and he kept messing with his hands, refusing eye contact.

• once he got comfortable, he was a chatterbox.

• he talked about everything: his mom, his brother, hid brothers best friend, painting, his sister, DND, school, his old town, and some kid named mike (you didn’t like him that much already from what will had told you )

• after awhile, will was insanely comfortable around you.

• “i haven’t felt this close with anyone really since mike.” he told you, you cringed at the mention of mike tbh.

• one day after he went home after a full day of hanging out..

• you saw that he left his sketchbook.

• you knew it was probably bad to do..but you looked through it.

• you found a drawing of you, it was so detailed and his skills were amazing.

• you looked so..handsome in the drawing. did he really see you like this?

• then you noticed a little folded piece of paper in the back of the book.

• curiosity got the best of you.

• you unfolded it and read it.

• it was a love letter to you.

• “y/n, the best day of my life will always be when you came up to me and talked to me for the first time. a cautious glance, a calculated smile, my heart fluttering with anticipation and admiration. though it seemed unthinkable at the time, something tells me this was a moment of destiny. i wasn’t just meeting a handsome stranger, i was meeting the boy who was destined to love me. i was meeting the boy who would become my dearest and closest friend and my deepest and strongest desire..”

• the rest seemed unwritten, maybe like he ran out of pen ink or like he had to do something else before finishing it.

• you felt your face get pink and the butterflies swarm in your stomach.

• you looked up, seeing will standing in the doorway.

• “i forgot my sketchbook..” he trailed off towards the end of his sentence.

• you walked up to him, staring at him in the eyes.

• you took his left hand in yours, and you cupped his face with your right hand.

• you leaned in towards his face.

• his lips were so close to touching yours.

• you clashed your lips onto his, the kiss seeming to last forever.

• he held onto your left hand until his knuckles were turning white.

• you could feel his pulse pounding.

• will was in shock, his face was bright red and you could tell he was flustered.

• “i love you.” was all he could muster up, it came out in a mumble

• you chuckled, your right hand still cradling his face.

• “i love you more, byers.” you lightly laughed as you went in for another kiss.

[refiwrites]

can you do a will x fem!reader where reader finds will and comforts him after his argument with mike (the one in S3)? it could be platonic or romantic!

yes! there's nothing in this life i wouldn't give to give will byers a hug 🤗 apologies if the title is horrible, making titles is never really my forte 💀

Will the Brilliant

Pairing: Will Byers x Fem! Reader (could be read as platonic or romantic!)

Summary: You follow Will into the forest with the mission to comfort him.

WC: 1.1k

Warning/s: arguments, mike being mean :<, angst, hurt/comfort

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

“Move!” You heard the voice of Will saying as he made his way up the stairs.

“What are y- hey- Will!” Was the first thing you said as Will sped past you, followed by a very guilty looking Mike following him up as you were just about to go down. You were taken aback by the sudden change in the atmosphere as you slowly made your way down into the basement.

“Lucas, what happened? I thought we were playing?”

“I know- but Mike and I messed up and now Will’s mad at us...” Lucas sighs. “What did you guys do?”

“We didn’t mean it!” Lucas said before you ran upstairs, hoping to talk to Will. You almost reached the garage when you noticed the heavy rain occurring. Then followed by the shouting.

“-For what? So you could swap spit with some stupid girl?!”

“El’s not stupid! It’s not my fault you don’t like girls!”

You knitted your eyebrows, already stepping foot out to meet them.

“I’m not trying to be a jerk, okay? But we’re not kids anymore, I mean- what did you think? Really? That we were never going to get girlfriends? That we’re just going to sit in my basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives?” Mike said. You made eye contact with Will before he swallowed and spoke.

“Yeah, I guess I did. I really did.”

“Will!” You ran, calling him out but he was already on his bike, speeding in the rain.

“What the hell Mike?! Why would you say that?!” You almost shouted at him.

“I didn’t mean to!”

“Mike, I get it if you always want to spend time with El and that you want her to forgive you, but please, Mike’s been through a lot, he’s suffered enough. If you didn’t want to hang out with him then you should’ve said earlier instead of dragging  our asses for hours in the mall.” You spat.

“I-“

“Save it, Mike.” You said as you were already holding onto your bike, and soon enough you were pedalling out of the Wheeler household.

You squinted your eyes as the rain poured, drenching yourself in the process.

“Will! Will!” You tried shouting out for him but it seemed impossible as thunder roared above you. Where could’ve he went? Surely he won’t go straight to his house since he’d get a real scolding from Joyce and Jonathan.. Then he’d go to...

A bulb has lit in your mind as you tried your best to keep your eyes open, making a turn, memorizing the all too familiar way.

You could only curse the gods as the rain poured even harder as you reached the entrance to the forest.

Dropping your bike, you started to run, hoping you were right. Hoping that he was in Castle Byers.

“Will!” You shout out, approaching your destination.

You could spot him grabbing a log before swinging it at Castle Byers, effectively hitting it as flakes of wood erupted.

“Will! What are you doing?!” Running to him, you tried to take the log from his hands, but he wasn’t letting go of it any time soon.

“What does it look like I’m doing (Y/N)?!” He screamed, the pain in his voice was evident as he tried to swing the log again, but you tried to hold it down.

“Will, stop! Please let’s talk about this!” You beg. Will stared at you hardly before yanking the log from your grip.

“No, no! I know it was stupid of me to think that we’d still be stuck in that damn basement playing some stupid board game!” He shouts, another hit at the fort. “I should’ve thought better! This, all of this,” He points with his log. “This is stupid, everything in it is stupid!” He takes another swing, effectively knocking the top down. “Maybe I should’ve agreed with mom to move..” You could quietly hear him mumble.

You regained your senses and tried to take the log away from him again, not wanting to cause further damage and to possibly talk some sense into him.

“Will, you have to understand, its not your fault, okay? A lot happened to you, us, but hell, I wouldn’t want to go a day without having you back here.” You began, Will went quiet as both of you were completely drenched in the rain.

“I am sorry if we’ve been ignoring you, me, mike, and Lucas. I don’t even get to have a decent conversation with them without mentioning what to do with their girlfriends...” You slightly chuckle, hoping to lighten Will’s mood.

“Yeah I get it sure girlfriends are pretty cool but friends are better too, like you! You have so much in you, Will, don’t let them ruin your mood now, if you want I could talk some sense into them, which I’m very happy to be of service.”

You could spot the edge of Will’s lips curl up into a smile, before shaking his head and sighing.

As if on cue, the rain slowly started to die down, allowing you to see each other clearer.

“You’ll be alright okay? I know things are a lot and heavy for you to take in but I’m here, Will, you can talk to me, or if you want we can visit the mall, I heard they’ve got a new arcade spot there and possibly talk your mom over with spending the rest of the day there..” You hoped.

Will slowly nods, before finally looking at you.

“I- it just feels like they’re too busy with their ‘girlfriends’ to even ask how you’re doing...” Will says in which you respond with a laugh. “Tell me about it, but hey look on the bright side, we could beat their high scores in the arcade, that’ll tell em something huh?”

“Yeah, that’ll tell them something.” Will agreed with a smile.

“That’s settled then, arcade it is, but how are we going to explain this to your mom?” You say, gesturing to the both of you.

“Let’s just say we went to go for a bike then it rained unexpectedly,” Will laughs. “Then you could possibly stay over with me and then we’d head over to the arcade tomorrow!”

“What about my clothes?” You inquired.

“Then uh- I’ll let you borrow some of mine or mom’s! Our style is not that bad I promise.” Will said excitedly.

You felt a weight being lifted off your chest as Will’s excitement came back with his smile. You had to admit, there was never a good feeling than helping out a friend in need.

“Oh is that so, Byers?” You teased. You could see a faint redness on his cheeks as he nods.

“Yup, so we’d better get a move on! Let’s go!” Will says, pushing you playfully towards where your bikes were.

The rest of the evening was spent with Joyce scolding the both of you but nonetheless agreeing to letting you and Will hang out in the mall tomorrow.

It was going to be one of the memories you and Will would share for the rest of time.

[ashleyeveerson]

Turns out that listening to Taylor Swift obsessively and watching Tik-Tok edits of Byler on repeat forced me to write my first fanfic ever... SO HERE IT IS :)

Inspired by “Seven” from the album Folklore, this is an exploration on Lonnie’s shitty parenting and the trauma that it caused on the Byers brothers (which we don’t see enough of on the show...) all whilst Mike learns to get his head out of his ass. Eventual Byler but it’s gonna be kind of a slowburn. Also Argyle is there having a jolly time being stonned and also the most perceptive person in this fic at the same time. 

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Summary: When the van breaks down while they’re heading to Hawkins, Mike proposes they call Loonie to give them a lift. Will refuses and Mike (being the dumbass that he is) projects his relationship with his dad onto the Byers and asks Will to get over himself and do the right thing.

Featuring: a whole lot of abuse from Loonie to his kids that Mike wasn’t aware of, a really awkward road trip, Will being too selfless for his own good, protective Jonathan, Arglye being stoned but also a prophet, angst but also a lot of fluff and a confused bisexual who needs to get his shit together (aka Mike Wheeler).

TW/ swearing, abuse (physical and psycological), trauma, PTSD

[nayalovesbyler2]

here’s an angry love confession taking place after the vol.2 finale bc we were robbed

my first fic!! :)