Bound By Shadows 3 | Will Byers x Reader (Fem)

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"Since I live with you," I shot back sweetly, already taste-testing another scoop Robin slid my way, "C'mon, don't make your little sister pay for dessert. That's child cruelty." Robin snorted.

"You're not even my real sister," he grumbled, scooping out cones anyways because he was a pushover and we all knew it.

"Wow," Robin deadpanned. "Heartwarming."

Will, quiet at my side, got handed a cone without even asking "thanks," he said softly, his smile crooked. 

Before he could take a bite, I leaned over and stole a chunk off the top. He blinked at me, then — without hesitation — just passed me the cone like it was nothing.

My grin spread before I could help it. And apparently, that was the exact moment Steve decided to die inside.

"Okay, no. no, nope, we're not doing that." He jabbed the scoop in Will's direction. "You're pushing it."

Will froze, eyes wide like he'd just been sentenced. "What? It's.. it's just ice cream"

"You two are already pushing it just being here when I'm on shift," he waved at the shop dramatically. "This is my workplace, okay? Sacred ground."

I burst out laughing. "Sacred ground? Steve, you scoop ice cream in a sailor outfit."

Robin barked a laugh. "Yeah, real sacred."

Lucas double over, "sacred ground?" He echoed, cackling.

Steve pointed the scoop at all of us like a weapon. "You're banned, all of you."

"That's a empty threat," Max said flatly, sipping her Coke. "She can just teleport in."

Steve groaned so loud the people at the next table turned to look.

I grinned, bumping Will's shoulder as he bit into his cone, pink already touching his cheeks. "See? Worth the harassment."

After we finished making Steve hate his job, Max dragged me by the hand straight into The Gap the second we spotted the display windows. The mannequins were dressed in denim jackets, pastel shorts, and crop tops.

"C'mon. Girl time."

Lucas let out a very loud groan. "Seriously? We came here to hang out, not... shop for overpriced things"

Max didn't even slow down, just threw him a glare over her shoulder. "This is what hanging out is."

Will shoved his hands in his pockets, glancing helplessly at me. "Do we have a choice?"

"No," I said cheerfully, already veering toward a rack of striped tees.

The boys trailed behind us like two reluctant bodyguards while Max and I dove straight into the racks. She pulled out a yellow tank top, holding it against herself in the mirror. "Cute?"

"Very," I said without hesitation.

She grinned and tossed it over her shoulder. Meanwhile, I drifted toward a table stacked with new tops, fingers brushing over the fabric. I made a mental note — third hanger from the left, picking out my size — and grabbed a couple to "try on"

By the time I slipped into the changing room, arms full, my mind buzzed. The door clicked shut behind me, and I exhaled, letting the heat in my chest rise. A shimmer of blue-white energy curled around my hands, crawling up my arms like lightning in slow motion. I touched the pile of clothes, and with a small whoosh they vanished — teleported home, neat as ever, waiting in my closet.

I emerged a few minutes later empty handed, smoothing down my shirt like nothing happened.

Will looked up from where he was slouched against a rack of button downs. His brows furrowed instantly. "Wait... where did your clothes go?"