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

━━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 - 𝐏𝟑 ━━

📝: soooooo the Mike and Will argument [+ castle byers] scene was kinda rushed cause tbh, and this is low-key embarrassing, but it's kinda triggering for me :)))) not that that scene wasn't or isn't important to me, cause I've actually been thinking about writing it since I binged the series the literal minute it came out lol but then I got to writing it and i ended up closing up and detaching from it cause again, it's kinda triggering so I'm sorry if you were looking forward to it 💞

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Let's give a round of applause for Will and that fantastic campaign he had ready that Mike and Lucas were too angsty to care about 👏👏👏👏

⚠️: angst, Mike being more of an ignorant dick, more angst

❓: what is something you hope you see in this series, whether its this book or in future season(s?)

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Stepping into Billy's room was like stepping into a trash can. I didn't trust anything enough to touch it, besides the floor, but I still have my doubts. It wreaked of beer, day-old pizza, and musty laundry. Of course, there was no mystery there, you could close your eyes and point and you'd find at least one of those things.

"Why do I get the feeling we're gonna find all kinds of wrong in here?" Max asks.

"Common sense?" I mumble. "Basic survival instincts?"

I step around the room, peering under anything I can while touching as little as possible. I don't even know what we're looking for.

"Ugh! Gag me with a spoon!" Max groans, slamming a drawer closed.

She looks back at us, an almost haunted look in her eyes. She began to gesture to the drawer and I threw my hands up.

"I don't want to know!"

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The bathroom was next. At least I had been in here before. Max said it was worth a try since it was the only bathroom in the house besides her parents' room, and Billy wasn't allowed in there.

It was dark when we came in, but the soft click of the lights switch brought with it a soft light. I began checking the shelves above the toilet, Max glanced at the counter.

"Guys,"

We peer over our shoulders to see El peering down into the bathtub. Her voice was barely above a frightened whisper, and it wasn't until I reached her side I realized the tub was full. And floating amongst the surface were several empty bags of-

"Ice," Max says, picking up a bag as it dripped back into the tub. "It's just ice. It's probably for his muscles or something, he works out like a maniac,"

Thoughtfully, I peer around the room as I wrack my brain. I didn't want to buy into it, but now it's impossible to ignore. That feeling in my gut that hadn't gone away since we spun that stupid bottle only grew infinitely worse since we stepped inside. El wasn't ready to let this go before, and now, neither was I.

Maybe if we checked the trash, all the best clues are in there. At least that's what I've gathered from all my mom's detective shows.

But where was the trash again? It wasn't by the toilet. It was-

"Max," I sigh.