"Wanna talk about it?" Will Byers comfort oneshots

Will Byers x suic!dal reader (PART 2)

As Joyce drives towards her house, I see a droplet of rain land on Will's window, and I lift my head up off his shoulder in surprise. "What?" He asks.
"Oh, nothing. There's just-"
Then I see a bunch of them falling on the window, and Will notices the pattering sound the water makes against the glass. It's sprinkling. "Yeah?" He says, wanting me to finish my sentence.
"Oh, yeah, I was just gonna say that I saw a droplet on the window, but now It's sprinkling, so.." I chuckle. He laughs in response. Then the rain starts to come down harder. "Woah. It's really coming down now." Joyce laughs. Will and I nod in agreement, smiling at the surprising change in the weather. I look at Will nervously, wondering if he thinks I'm crazy for just randomly starting to cry after school. No, he wouldn't think that. He's my best friend other than Max and El. Maybe I should try to initiate a conversation with him.
Joyce was listening to the radio and singing along, so I knew she wouldn't really be any help in starting a conversation. Will usually talks my ear off if I ride home with him, but he's eerily quiet today. I assume it's because of my breakdown like 15 minute ago. Maybe he's just trying to give me some space. "So, um, how was Spanish?" I clear my throat and I nervously move my head to look at Will, who is staring out the window.
"Oh, um, it was fine." He responds, immediately turning his head towards me and making eye contact. This makes me feel a little embarrassed, and I feel hear in my cheeks. "So, did you enjoy spending time with Max since she got back from that vacation?" He asks, attempting to ease the awkward tension in the air. "It was awesome." My lips curl into a wide smile at the thought of my best friend. "Awesome." He responds shortly, giving a small, fake, jealous smile. His eyes wander from my eyes down to my lips. They linger there for a few seconds before he looks away. What was that? It looked like he wanted to..no. Definitely not. He's my best friend other than Max and El. He wouldn't.
...Would he?

20 minutes later...

Joyce's pulls into the driveway of the Byers' house, and Will thanks his mom. I do the same, and he grabs my hand and take me out to his room. He closes the door and sits down on the bed, sighing. "Okay, wanna tell me what's wrong now? It'll be good to get it off your chest." He says he gently. I stand anxiously in my place, playing with my hands and looking down at my feet. "I don't have to look at you if you don't want me to. I can..uh.. turn around and you can tell me like that, if that's what you want." He says, clearly trying to come up with a solution. "Can I sit on the bed, uh, with you? I feel awkward standing up like this." I blurt out. He nods and pats on the spot next to him, looking at me understandingly with those thrilling hazel eyes, which right now, look like a shade of bright, lively, mesmerizing blue. I approach the bed in what feels like slow motion, and I sit down next to my long-time best friend. "I... lately.." I sigh in frustration. "I-I don't know how to say this!" I say, covering my face with my hands. "It's okay, just..breathe. I'm here. You don't have to say anything if you don't want to." He says softly. I get butterflies when he says breathe, almost in a whisper. I take a deep breath, and collect all my courage.
"Lately...I've been...feeling like I want to... like.......die." I struggle to say as I hold back tears. I feel Will tense up next to me and all the words he wants to say float in the air through his silence. But now that I've said the jist of it, it's like I can't stop. "My parents don't make it any better. It's like I matter what a I do, I'm never enough for them! And I never will be!" I complain, tears running down my face. The words keep spilling out. I can't stop myself. "I feel like I hurt everyone I know and love because I have such a bad temper. I don't understand how anyone would ever want to be around me because I'm the worst person in the f***ing world! Not to mention, it's not like I'm good-looking, either!" I say, my voice cracking and lungs closing up. At this point, I can't talk anymore, and all I can do is sob my eyes out. Will pulls me in, still not saying anything, and just holds me while I cry and cry for 5 minutes straight.
Every now and then he says reassuring words like
You're safe with me,
It's okay,
Let it out,
I'm here.
He rubs my back, and even though I'm not crying anymore, I still stay right where I am, Will's arms wrapped around me, and I rest my head in his chest. I hear his heartbeat, and I think, this is what I'm living for. We stay like this for 10 more minutes, and I close my eyes and focus on listening to Will's breathing, and his heartbeat, and how when he hugs me, it seems like there's nothing else in the world that more important than making sure I feel loved to him. I finally lfitt my head up, sitting up straight, and clear my throat. Will lays his hand gently on my shoulder and looks at me with loving and understanding eyes. There's no judgement or hatred to be seen. Just love and acceptance. "I know it might not help much, but I just thought you should know that, no. Not everyone is gonna like you, y/n. But that's okay. There are so many people who care about you and love you in your life." He says, putting his head down slightly and making sure that I'm looking at him, and focusing on what he's saying. I stare back into his chilling eyes and shudder slightly. "Like..me. I know you're my best friend, and you love Max, and El, and....me, I guess..." He looks to the side when he says this, taking his hand off my shoulder. "But I mean a...different kind of love." He says slowly. It takes me a minute to register what he's saying, but I slowly start to get what I think he's trying to tell me.

"I...love you, y/n." He says with a small smile.
"Not in the friend way. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my girlfriend. I mean, I hope that's enough to prove to you that you're not a horrible person, and that many people love you. Including me. You're just so kind, and compassionate, and loyal, and caring, and... beautiful." He says sweetly, looking down at my hand and putting his on top of it, and then looking back up at me.
"Will..I..I think I...I love you, too..." I can't help but smile. His face lights up, and he does that thing where he glances at my lips again. He takes a deep breath, and smiles at me. I get butterflies again, and my faces feels hot. With his hand still on top of mine, he leans in quickly and kisses me. It's the best feeling ever. I don't want it to end. So I wrap my hands around his neck and he moves his hand to my thigh. I play with his hair, and he deepens the kiss, and puts his hands around my waist gently. I stop the kiss reluctantly to say something. He both catch our breaths and smile at each other as we make eye contact.
"Just for the record, I would love to be your girlfriend." I smile innocently, and he just laughs.
The door swings open, and we both jump in surprise. "What were you guys doing in here?" Joyce asks. "Uhhhhh, homework." Will says. I nod, making straight eye contact with the sweet but scary woman that is Joyce Byers. "Okay, but, just, please keep this door open, sweetie. Okay?" She asks both of us for confirmation, and we nod in agreement. She leaves, indistinctly asking Jonathan a question. We sigh, and smile at each other again. I grab his hand, and he lets his fingers slowly slide into the gaps of my hand. I give him a peck on the lips and he gives me one back. I giggle, and he blushes and looks to the side.
Here's an interesting story to tell Max tomorrow.