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

━━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 - 𝐏𝟏 ━━

📝: please bear with me here, while cosmic is always planned out beforehand, about 45% is improvised. Including all this Byler and Yelmax stuff so I'm trying to figure out how and where to incorporate it and handle it respectfully and satisfyingly without disrupting Will × Y/n or my original plan. Oh yeah, also the uhhh.... stuff at the end 👀 anyways, Happy Cosmic anniversary and HOLY CRAP THAT TRAILER?!

⚠️: fluff, gay fluff, me improvising & jumping some of the plot ahead a wee bit, some cute callbacks to Cosmic bk1, brief mention of implied homophobia but nothing in real-time or anything specific, and mentions of reader eating specific food [usually I try to avoid this only cause some people have allergies or restrictions so sorry if that's the case!]

❓: how long have you been reading this series? + and do some of you remember your predictions? 👀

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Death surely awaited the Scoops Troop at the bottom of the seemingly bottomless pit. At least, that's all their minds could comprehend in the sudden plummet of the secret room.

Their screams still hadn't stopped and it was certain the only thing that would, was their inevitable demise when they reached the bottom.

"SHIT! SHIIIT!" Dustin shrieked, clamoring for the wall panel.

"WE'RE GOING DOWN!" Steve bellowed, his head whipping around in panic. "WE'RE GOING DOWN!"

Robin, who was desperately clutching the wall of shelves behind her blurt to the young man in anger. "YEAH, NO SHIT, HARRINGTON!"

Dustin tried his luck again on the panel, slamming his palms into all the buttons with no results and he cried out again. "WHY DON'T THESE BUTTONS WOOORK?!"

Erica bolted to the panel beside Dustin, her hand fighting his own to hit the right command.

"PRESS THE BUTTON!"

"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOOIIING?!"

"COME ON, JUST- PRESS-! SOMETHING!" Steve stutters. "JUST-! PRESS A BUTTON!"

"PUSH IT!"

A sudden jolt shook the room and the four were sent hurtling into the metal floors, once again the grinding of gears screaming in their ears. Robin clutched at her head with a wince, and Erica and Dustin untangled one another from a very uncomfortable heap on the floor. Steve groaned from where he lay smooshed in between the shelves and the wall, the very heavy package they had uncovered now piled on top of him.

"My groin," he wheezed. "It fell on my groin,"

He took a deep breath, doing his best from his unfavorable position to remove the obstacle but it hardly budged.

"Dustin! Get this off of me!"

The boy finally succeeded in climbing to his feet and met Steve at his side. Bunching his knees, he was able to heave the large box off of Steve and return it to the shelf. He finally managed to pull himself off the floor, his face a beet red.