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unrequited

pairing: will byers x male!reader

fandom: stranger things

summary: y/n gets his biggest secret revealed at rink-o-mania. on his birthday. and will sucks at roller skating.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: homophobia, being outed, use of the word queer, bullying, mediocre writing, kissing

category: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, angst with a happy ending

a/n- wrote this on wattpad, sorry for the weird spacing . also if u could not tell, angela is readers step-sis. im ngl this kinda is NOT my best writing but whatevs. it’s corny but i love corny shit.

“Is anyone else coming to your party?”

Y/N laughed as he lead the two siblings into rink-o-mania. "No Jane, you and Will are my only friends.”

They got their roller skates and moved to an empty bench to put them on. "Not even your step-sister?" Will questioned as he helped Jane untie the tangled laces on her skates.

"No way would she come, even if i invited her. Angela is the spawn of the devil. And plus, she's still mad at me because I didn't cover for her when she snuck out."

Y/N double knotted his laces and stood up, holding his hands out for his friends to take. "Shall we?"

They both laughed, letting him pull them into the roller-skating rink.

Eleven let go of his hand, doing a spin and smiling as she was cheered on.

"Oh my god! Y/N!!" Will held on to his hand tighter as Y/N started to go faster. He skating backwards, pulling Will along.

"If I fall, your coming down with me." Will warned, trying his hardest to keep his balance. He was too busy looking at his feet to see the look of pure adoration on Y/N's face.

Y/N made a particularly sharp turn to avoid a little girl, causing Will to loose his balance. "Shit!" He fell backwards with a thump, pulling Y/N right down with him.

He fell right on top of Will, quickly adjusting his weight as to not crush his friend. Y/N climbed off of him, redfaced. He couldn't even stand up due to how hard he was laughing.

"Shit! That's not funny!" Will himself could barely speak through his laughter.

Y/N pushed himself up off the dirty floor, wiping his hands on his jeans before offering a hand to Will.

Will took his hand, only to be pulled up with much more force than he was expecting. Losing his balance once again, he fell forward.

Y/N caught him, planting his hands on his biceps to steady him. Will blushed at their close proximity, averting his eyes from Y/N's teasing gaze. "Jeez Will, you didn't tell me how bad you were at this?"

Will scoffed in disbelief. "Hey! Neither of those times were my fault-"

"Y/N!" He was interrupted by eleven. She sped over to them, using the wall to stop herself. "I thought you said Angela would not be coming?" She pointed over to the DJ booth. Y/N followed her gaze.

Angela stood there with her gang, a sickening smile on her face. She held a small book to her chest. Y/N recognized it almost immediately.

"No..... no this is not happening right now."

The DJ stepped out of the booth, allowing Angela to take his spot. The music abruptly stopped, and all heads turned to her.

"Y/N, what's wrong?"

Y/N ignored his friends calling out for him as he skated towards the exit of the rink. He pushed through the crowd of people who had stopped, waiting for Angela to speak.

"It's my brothers birthday today! Everyone say 'Happy Birthday Y/N.'"

He had reached the exit to the rink, only to be stopped by two of angela's friends. Their taunting smirks didn't help the overwhelming dread inside of him. Y/N tried to push past them, but couldn't get enough leverage with the skates on.

"Since we are celebrating Y/N today, I thought it would be best if everyone knew who this snitch really is." Angela spoke slowly and mockingly, as if she speaking to a child.

Y/N practically ripped his skates off, and jumped over the small wall that separated the rink from the walking area. He could hear Eleven and Will hot on his trail.

Angela opened the small notebook in front of her. "So, I have his diary here. I learned a lot about Y/N from reading this! Reading two whole pages about his pathetic unrequited love for Will Byers really gave me some insight on his personality." She flipped through the pages until she landed on one from a few weeks ago. "Here! This is another favorite of mine.."

Angela's voice was drowned out by the roar of the crowd of teenagers in front of her.

Y/N rushed to the DJ booth, pleading for Angela to stop. "Why are you doing this?" He tried to snatch his diary out of her hands, but he was pulled backwards, slamming into a hard chest.

"What do you think your doing, queer?"

His heart beat rapidly in his chest as blood began to rush to his face. "I'm- I'm not. i'm not gay."

Angela's loud cackle made Y/N wince. "I have all the proof right here!" She jumped down from the DJ booth, and began to skate towards the rink. "C'mon y/n! Everyone wants to see!" She handed the diary to a group of boys reaching out for it.

Tears welled up in his eyes as his breathing became uneven. Clammy hands clawed at his throat, trying to gasp for air he couldn’t get.

"Your boyfriend is over there, Byers!"

Y/N's blood ran cold as he heard the familiar name. Not being able to bare will seeing him like this, he ran.

He burst out of the front door of rink-o-mania, wincing under the harsh sunlight. The California heat dried up the tears streaming down his cheeks. Not paying any mind to the fact that he was outside in only his socks, Y/N ran to his truck. It was a beat up pick-up that his dad had gotten him for his 16th birthday.

He jumped in the backseat and slammed the door, blasting the AC as he tried to catch his breath. His vision was blurred by tears, so he couldn't drive away even if he wanted too. Being a year older and having his license meant that Y/N drove Eleven and Will around everywhere. Including rink-o-mania. No matter how much he wanted to go home, he couldn't strand them there.

Y/N banged his fists against the seat in front of him in anger, cursing his stupidity. "Damn it! Why would I write it? Shit... I'm such an idiot." He muttered to himself.

Y/N hid in his car for the next 30 minutes, his legs splayed across the backseat in a pathetic attempt to get comfortable. Eventually the panic attack had ceased, and he was able to breathe and see clearly. He was hiding from everyone who had witnessed Angela cruelly outing him, but more importantly he was hiding from Will.

His feelings for Will are the most important secret Y/N had ever kept. He could bare hiding away his feelings and his identity, if it meant keeping Will in his life. But now it was all ruined.

Self-hatred swarmed his mind like a hive of angry bees. Y/N wanted nothing more than to just like girls. To be normal.

He cursed himself for wondering more about what Jane and Will might think, rather than his own safety. Y/N doubted Jane even knew what 'gay' meant. But Jane wasn't the one that Y/N was really worried about. it was Will.

A small voice of reason in the back of his head spoke. He knew Will would never shame him for who he was. But what would he think about his feelings for him? Y/N's love for him being requited was not a genuine possibility that ever crossed his mind.

Y/N was startled out of his thoughts by a knock on the window opposite of his seat. His heart rate sky-rocked at the sight Will. He was standing there, eyes swimming with tears. He held Y/N's shoes in his hand, silently pleading him to unlock the door.

Y/N shook his head, tears threatening to spill again.

Will didn't take no for an answer, he only knocked harder. "Y/N please just open the door. I just want to talk." His voice was muffled, but Y/N could hear it cracking as he began to cry.

Y/N looked up quickly, clearly alarmed by his crying. He reached over to unlock the door and then sunk back into his seat, moving his legs so that Will would have room to sit. He stared out the window, refusing to meet Will's gaze as he climbed into the car.

Will grabbed his shoulders and forced Y/N to face him. "Hey..." He pulled him into a tight hug, allowing Y/N to cry into his shoulder. They sat in the backseat of Y/N's pickup, both crying and hugging. He felt relieved to have some sort of comfort. Y/N knew that realistically Will would never treat him cruelly, but he couldn’t help the anxiety engulfing his mind at the thought of it.

"I'm sorry." Y/N muttered into his shirt.

Will pulled away from the hug to look at his tear-stained face. "What are you apologizing for?"

Y/N averted his eyes, cheeks heating up in embarrassment and shame. "What Angela said in front of everybody. About me... and you." He pulled away from Will completely, bracing himself for a gentle rejection.

"Don't be sorry for that. Please.... Y/N look at me." His eyes met Will's without even a second thought. He grabbed Y/N's face in his hands. "Don't be sorry. I know I'm not."

Y/N's eyes widened in shock. He refused to believe what was practically being spelled out for him. "What do you mean?" He struggled to get the words out, trying to choke back another sob.

In a moment of bravery, will's lips met Y/N's. The initial shock wore off quickly, and Y/N eagerly responded to the kiss. His hands gripped Will's shirt, gently pulling him closer.

They pulled away to catch their breaths, but Y/N didn't waste a second before chasing after his lips. He pulled Will down by the back of his neck and connected their lips once again. He squeezed his shoulder affectionately, urging Will to climb onto his lap.

Will indulged his silent request, moving to straddle Y/N's hips. They pulled away, chests heaving and lips swollen.

"Your 'pathetic' love for Will Byers is definitely not unrequited." Will stared down at y/n, an adoring smile on his face.

"I'm glad to know."

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