𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂³ || Temporary!Will Byers x Fem!Reader [...] ⇢𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥

𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝟒 || 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 ━ DE-CANONIZED

Posted Oct 6. 2021 - Quick Disclaimer: This was written the day this trailer premiered, I obviously have have no real knowledge of the s4 plot but I do have my own plans for y/n I hope I can incorporate depending on where the show goes! Clearly, things can change and might not match whatever premieres in 2022, but hopefully I won't have to change much!

And no, I'm sorry, I don't know when the next chapter of Cosmic 3 will be out but this is why I'm posting this now. As a little thank you for being so patient. If you're worried about Cosmic 3 spoilers, no need! This is spoiler free!

UPDATE: This is no longer canon and will not be anything you see in book 4 of cosmic. As of new years 2023, planning is nearing its end. But a lot of work has yet to be done. This chapter will remain published, however, for your viewing pleasure. I hope you enjoy!

📝:I know my onomatopoeias are bad, especially at the end but it's not my fault they made this trailer so dependent on sound and grandfather clocks are difficult lol 😩💀

⚠️: brief but intense, one-sentence description of animal death. If you wish to skip it's in the paragraph between "birds singing in the sycamore tree" and "dream a little dream of me". Also allusion to child death, I tried to make it open to interpretation: I didn't explicitly say anything though like the rabbit so technically it can be read as them unconscious??

|| 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟗 ||

Autumn leaves are scattered on the lawn like golden confetti reigning in the homeowners coming up the drive. Standing tall and grand at the height of the hill, a royal blue victorian mansion - ready to welcome its new owners.

One by one, filing out of their glimmering turquoise Chevy is the nuclear family in question.

Together they huddle in, suitcases in hand, pearly white smiles on their doll-like faces as they peer up at their new home.

A seemingly picturesque family.

🎶 "Stars shining bright above you," 🎶

The Creels.

Two rambunctious pairs of feet are the first to fill the home. Each child, a sister and a brother, racing for the stairs no doubt each in an attempt at a head start for who gets the better room. A chiding smile graces the mother's face as she shakes her head, crossing the threshold and dismissing the chill racing up her spine as nothing but a cold room.

"Children, no running!" She calls, knowing her words were of no use.

Her usual frustrations failed to arise, and she so chose to see the silver lining among their stressful move. It would be a happy moment, as it should be. After all, there wouldn't be many left. But none of them knew that.

🎶 "Night breezes seem to whisper 'I love you'" 🎶

Piled in his evening chair, the father glances up from his book in concern.

The lights had begun to flicker.

The Creel boy senses this. Curious, like his father, he looks up from his drawing. Crayon still in hand, his eyes trail the wall of humming sconces as the room begins to strobe around him.