Multi Fandom Imagines by a Multi Fandom Fangirl

School Project🎭Will Byers X Reader🎭Stranger Things

"Your assignment is for you and a partner to write a short two-person skit in two weeks and perform it in front of the class. I will assign your partner and skit genre," my English teacher says. "Partners will be . . . Mike and Dustin, (Y/N) and Will . . ."

I stop listening after I hear my partner's and my name. I've never really talked too much with Will, but to my knowledge, he's a pretty nice guy. I look over at him and smile; he returns it. I think this is going to be fun.

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We find a quiet corner in the room, away from everyone else. "So, our genre is romance," I tell Will. "Have you had any experience in writing?"

"Not a lot," he says, "but I read a lot."

"Nice. Any acting experience?"

"Not really . . . unless you count playing Dungeons & Dragons," he says with a shrug.

I smile. He's such a nerd and it's pretty adorable. "Counts as far as I'm concerned. Roleplay, improv, it works. Am I correct to assume that you've never actually performed in front of an audience?"

"That you would," he nervously laughs.

"Don't worry; the first performance I was in, I had the first line. Which means the start of the play was determined by myself."

"That's a lot of pressure. Were you nervous?"

"Like hell. But, you want to know a secret? The whole time backstage, I was mentally singing my favorite song and pretended like I was performing in some sort of music video."

"And it made you less anxious?"

"Much. And the performance was amazing."

"Which one, the play or your music video?"

I snort. "Funny. But in short, there's nothing to be worried about. Plus, our skit is going to be, what, five minutes?"

"I suppose."

"So, first things first. We know our genre is romance. What should be our general idea?" I grab my notebook to write down ideas.

"I don't know; a guy and a girl meet and fall in love?"

I start to write it down, and then pause. "Wait, are they just meeting for the first time, or are they already friends, or maybe they know each other . . . ?"

"Well, uh, I guess they already know each other. That would be weird if they fell in love after they just met. . . . Maybe they're, like, acquaintances?"

"I like it. So, next—how and/or why do they fall in love?"

"I was kind of hoping you would have an idea for that."

I chuckle. "Hm, maybe one of them is picked on, bullied, an outcast, and the other is there to comfort them?"

"Yeah, like he's been called queer and a fag."

"Well, I don't think we can use language like 'fag', but I like how you're thinking." I go to write it down when I realize Will's face doesn't look very happy. Then it hits me, and my face falls. "Oh my God. . . . Pardon, but . . . have you been called that before?"

It takes him a second, but he nods. My heart drops. "By whom? If you don't mind my asking."

"Troy and James." He sighs. "My father."

Holy crap. His own freaking father? "That's awful," I mutter, not knowing what else to. What do you say to something like that?

He simply nods and hangs his head, staring at his hands in his lap.