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Squishy

Stranger Things | Byler | One-Shot, Fluff | 719

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summary: Soft s1 miwi in the hospital

requests/inspo: inspired by this post by @bylertruther

warnings: vomitting, set in a hospital, depictions of illness, mentions of trauma

a/n: apologies for the huge gap between posts, id hoped to post bi-weekly at the least but adjusting to a new routine has taken its toll

Will Byers’ short while being “lost in the woods” had led to a, somehow unpredicted, binder-full of medical issues. He was deficient in just about every vitamin and mineral that existed, often fatigued and dizzy, his digestive system struggled to take large amounts of food, seizures, trouble breathing, the list went on and on. None of this went unnoticed by Mike, who was with Will nearly every day for weeks after the incident.

“Hey, go easy on that!” Mike exclaimed as he watched Will gobble down his hospital-made scrambled eggs. “That doctor said you should eat slowly and avoid eating large meals!!” Will did nothing but frown at the darker haired boy.

Sure enough, not even thirty minutes later, the sickly 12 year old was hunched over a white bucket hurling his guts out. Mike crawled up next to him on the bed and gently smacked Will’s back to help him through the coughing and spluttering. Micheal cringed a little, Will ate so little most of the time, it was awful to see and oh god, to hear Will’s body trying to cough up nothing.

“It’ll be alright,” Mike soothed, rubbing Will’s back. “It’ll be over soon, don’t worry.”

Will spluttered and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his expression painted with disgust, “Blergh.”

“Are you okay? Do you need anything? I can get you whatever you need - or the nurses can if I can’t and I can call the nurses so you-” Will slapped a hand over Mike’s mouth, the other resting on his own head in which an awful headache was brewing.

“Maybe a glass of water?”

Mike nodded silently and rushed out of the room, grabbing a plastic cup and filling it at the water dispenser. None of the nurses paid any mind to him, they’d pretty much given up on reminding him (and the Byers) when they were actually allowed on the premises. Mike carefully watched the water slosh around as he rushed back to Will’s room, carefully handing him the cup.

“Thanks,” bubbles formed around Will’s mouth as he spoke into the water. Mike couldn’t help but softly observe every detail of the boy before him. His skin had a sicky green-grey tinge to it, but it was considerably healthier than the first day after he was rescued. The tinge was worse around his lips, they were practically colorless. Neither Will nor Hopper or Joyce would admit any information on what had happened in the upside down - Mike wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know, anyway. Will’s hair was tousled and messy from the endless days spent resting in bed, but there were still dark purple eye-bags under his considerably duller green eyes. It was obvious the boy had been to hell and back.

“Do you think you can stand?” Mike tore his eyes away from Will and glanced over to the bathroom. “I thought maybe you’d wanna brush your teeth, wash away the.. taste.”

Will nodded and set the plastic cup down on his bedside table as Mike rushed to move the throw-up bucket off the bed, setting it down on the floor and letting Will grip onto his shoulder to pull himself off the bed. He steadied himself and let go of the brown-eyed boy, fearful of being too clingy and scaring him away. But Mike caught his hand just as he started to take a step, his other arm wrapped around Will’s waist as he hooked the ill boy’s arm around his neck for his balance. Together they slowly walked over to the bathroom, Mike let Will sit down on the toilet seat as he quickly ran back to the bed to grab the toothbrush and toothpaste in the side pocket of Will’s bag that sat at the foot of his bed.

Mike prepared the toothbrush for Will as Will just sat and smiled slightly, he found it endearing how often the slightly-younger of the two would fuss and worry over him. He pulled himself up to stand at the sink and frowned at his appearance as he brushed his teeth.

“I still look like a corpse.”

“No, you don’t!!” Mike reassured, standing behind the boy and smiling. “I think you look… squishy.”

“Squishy?” Will’s face split into a smile as he turned to face Mike.

“Yeah!! Squishy.”

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wednesday-the-writer · 1 year

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Finally got a fic I've been working on for a month finished up!! Writer's block is a menace, but new fic's up tomorrow<3

#not wednesday's writing

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wednesday-the-writer · 1 year

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do you guys remember being a kid and going out somewhere with ur family and becoming the bestest friends ever with another kid around your age and then leaving and never seeing them again? but you still remember them and the fun you had even years later? byler au where they meet like that somewhere as little kids and then reunite in college (they see each other across the quad, library, etc, not as easy as being roomies), or maybe at work (comic company, mike interviews will, or private/paranormal investigator mike has some questions for will [bc everything still wants to kill him even in this au, sorry, will]). you could maybe even keep the whole "you said yes"/they were each other's first friend factor if you wanted to make it a little angstysweet. idk!! just!! fate!! and second chances!! letting something go and knowing it's meant to be when it comes back to you!! or maybe it's a three-part fic where you write their first meeting, when they meet in uni but have to go their own ways, and then when they meet again as older adults who live in the same city this time and aren't being called to opposite ends of the country or whatever idk. @ writers are u seeing my vision someone Take This n breathe life into it i Beg of u

#fic inspo #stranger thing #not wednesday's writing

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(not) Okay

Stranger Things | Steddie | One-shot, Hurt/Comfort | 960

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summary: Steve vists Eddie in the hospital, yearning ensues<3

requests/inspo: 'i just wanted to make sure you're okay.'

warnings: Wounds, swearing, mild sexual humour

a/n: ooooh the pressure, first fic posted on this account /hj

Okay was probably the last word Eddie Munson would use to describe his situation right now. He was hooked up to a bunch of wires and machines he didn’t even know the names of, his stomach hurt like a bitch and he was handcuffed to his hospital bed, and not in a fun way. A cop had been stationed at his door since he’d arrived, and how he’d arrived? He had no idea. The last thing he remembered was throbbing pain, demobats and blacking out in Dustin’s arms.

“Hey, would you just let me through, man?” The sound of a scuffle sounded outside, it sounded like someone had been pushed against his door.

“Only close relatives can go in at this time, sir,” the police officer said tiredly.

“Would you just-”

“God, just let him in?” Eddie called out to the two.

“Sorry sir, that’s not allowed,” the officer called back.

“You have my permission, man, give him a break.”

“It’s protocol, sir. An permission from a murderer isn’t exactly reassuring.”

“SUSPECTED!” The voice on the other side yelled. “Suspected murderer.”

“Harrington,” Eddie muttered under his breath. “Sorry about that officer,” Eddie raised his voice again. “My uncle must have forgotten to tell you, he wanted to send Steve in to check up on me while he’s at work. He misses the visiting hours sometimes.”

“Is this true, sir?”

“Yeah, yeah that’s true,” the panic sapped out of Steve’s voice.

The officer was silent for a few moments, “I suppose I could give you a few minutes.”

There was a click as the door unlocked and a creak when it opened, and there stood the man himself - Steve Harrington. His hair was ruffled, greasy and unkempt - which was strange considering the amount of pride he took in it - and his outfit was far from his normal style; a black sweatshirt and dark grey jeans. To put it nicely, he was a mess.

“What’s up, man?” Eddie was the first to break the awkward silence that had settled over the hospital room.

“I… uh, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” he shuffled awkwardly, eyeing the camera in the corner of the hospital room.

“Never better!” The curly-haired man replied sarcastically.

“What’s with those?” Steve motioned to the handcuffs that tied Eddie down to the bed.

“Oh these?” Eddie shook his hands a little, making the metal clang against the bed frame. “I’m a felon, Harrington, they’re not exactly gonna let me run free. Just wish I was wearing them under better circumstances,” he lusted jokingly.

“Keep it in your pants, Munson,” Steve dragged a plastic chair from the side of the room over to the bed. “So…”

“So?”

The two held eye contact for a few drawn-out moments. Eddie’s mind went blank, focused on every detail of the eyes of the man in front of him. The intricate lines, the peanut brown colour with a ghostly pale green tinge to it, the way he squinted under the harsh hospital lighting. Eddie’s eyes darted around the room, looking for something else to focus on, the flutter of butterflies in his torn-up stomach filling him with anxious dread.

“So, what have you been up to, man?” The bed-ridden boy asked blandly.

“Oh, um, not much really,” Steve’s gaze turned to the floor. “Just helping out around town, lots of people are homeless from the, uh.. Earthquake.”

“That’s sweet man, that’s… real good of ya.”

“Is it bad?” Steve cut to the chase, his eyes looking up at Eddie’s and then down to the man’s bandaged stomach, loosely covered by a black singlet.

“Wish I knew,” he sighed. “Hurts like hell, but I haven’t seen it since.. Well, I haven’t seen it at all, really.”

Steve scooted forward, his hands hovering over Eddie’s hips at the hem of his singlet, “May I?��

“By all means.”

Eddie’s heart jolted when he felt Steve’s fingers brush against his hips and lift up his shirt, folding it up over his chest. His fingertips traced over the bandages, finding the spot where the nurses had tucked in the end to stop it from unraveling and tugging it out, slowly undoing the bandage. He slid his hand under Eddie’s back and lifted him slightly, pulling the bandage out from underneath him and finally lifting up the bloodied dressing to reveal two large, nasty gashes. Steve’s mouth opened slightly, speechless.

“There’s some around my chest too, I can feel it,” Eddie stared up at the roof as he felt Steve lift his shirt a little more, tracing over the bandages there too but not removing them.

Steve was silent as he took in the extent of Eddie’s wounds. Shallow scrapes on his face, paired with deeper ones that trickled down his neck, more scrapes and gashes over his arms, whatever the hell had happened to his chest and the two deep gashes on his stomach, plus whatever else there might be over the rest of his body. All the wounds still looked bloodied and wet, despite the few days since the incident.

“Jesus christ…” Steve’s fingers ghosted over the wounds, not daring to touch them, just observing.

“Yeah,” Eddie bitterly stared up at the roof. “Not too hot now, huh?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that,” Steve said absent-mindedly.

Eddie quietly examined Steve’s face to see if he was joking, but there was no lie in the man’s concentrated expression. Eddie’s heart softened a little, surprised that his childhood enemy was now turning into, well… something else. Steve’s hand landed on the bed, inches away from Eddie’s waist as the injured boy sucked in air fast, wishing Steve would move his hand even a centimeter closer. Maybe if he did, the boys would both feel a little more okay.

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