Mamai’s World

realistically, when country ppl get hurt they just fix that shit at the farm n keep going so everytime dennis does exactly that he stresses out the ppl around him.

the first time it happens he gets home from the farm and there’s a bunch of purple staining his trousers and trinity is so lost because bro you were at a farm??? how did u turn purple??? and he’s just like ‘oh no, just some purple spray, one of the cows just caught me’ and she has no idea what that means and just moves on except it keeps happening? he comes back with purple or blue sprayed on his arms hands and legs and she finally googles it and realises that purple spray is used on animal wounds and that dennis has been treating his own injuries with veterinary care and she yells at him about it; how animal products and human products don’t go through the same testing and how dirty the work is and how easily they could get infected and how he’s literally planning on going into rural medicine and should take this stuff seriously. however he just kinda ignores it (countryside mentality) so she snitches on him to their attendings.

it ends up with dennis being practically strip searched by abbot and robby as they take in all the various bruises and scrapes he’s aquired and treating them all properly, giving him tetanus shots and scolding him till he’s bright red. he promises not to do it again and then proceeds to do it again and naturally, trinity snitches again and the strip searches become a regular occurrence.

"What are you doing?"

Theo Hagan looks up from his astronomy homework. He watches his brother's little five year old friend slip through the crack in the door and climb up on the end of his bed before saying, "Homework. Wanna do it for me?"

"No way," Steve shakes his head. "You should ask Tommy. He gives me the answers to our homework 'cause I forget to do it sometimes."

"Hm, maybe I'll try that," He humors the kid. "You hear that we're in trouble?"

"Miss Maria said you're not in trouble," Steve tells him. "She says she's disappoint in you."

Theo makes a gesture like he's been stabbed in the chest and was choking on his own blood. His dying act ends when Steve laughs.

"You're silly," He giggles before getting serious. "It's not good that your mom is disappointed but it's okay 'cause you can make it up to her. Not with a present. I already tried that."

"Why did you try?"

"For Tommy," Steve answers. "But Tommy's being a jerk to me right now so I’m hangin' out with you....I can try to help you with your homework. I know some stuff."

"It's a lot of math," Theo says, making a face. "I need you to remember this when you get to high school, okay? Do not take Mr Wallace's astronomy class."

"Astronomy?" Steve repeats, brightening up. "That's space and stuff! I know about that from Star Trek. I've seen every episode. Me and mama watch it together. She was gonna be an astronaut."

"Was she?"

"Yeah, but she decided to be my mama instead so she didn't go to space," Steve says. "I’m glad 'cause I think I'd miss her too much if she lived on the moon."

"I already miss her a whole lot and she lives with me," He adds. "When I grow up and me and mama can go to the moon together. I think that'd be fun."

"I think that'd be really fun, Steve."

"You should ask my mama for help with your homework. She's really smart. I think she's smarter than my dad sometimes and he's like, really smart."

"I'll keep that in mind," Theo says, sitting his homework to the side. He's like to get off the topic the Harringtons before Steve says something casually off-putting about them so, "What's this Star Trek thing about?"

“MVC coming in! two drivers and a passenger. engine combusted on-scene so be prepared for burns,” dana hollered out to robby and jack who were lingering together by the nursing station.

jack asked, “how many minutes out?”

“it was on the fort pitt bridge, so at least seven,” dana answered.

robby rubbed his hands together. “whitaker’s driving the rig so probably half that.”

the two men exchanged a loaded look. jack shifted side to side. “whitaker’s on?”

“uh-huh,” robby nodded coyly.

“i mean…rough day for motorists.” jack smiled and crossed his arms. “great day to be us!”

so they waited by the automatic glass doors. anticipation was buzzing between them, not because of anxiety over the incoming trauma, but for the prospect of their favorite EMT walking through those doors.

the sirens were getting closer before the ambulance came into the bay. it’s parking job was just a little less elegant than usual. the back doors burst open, whitaker’s partner hopped out first. she spouted off some pretty stable vitals for smoke inhalation while they lowered the gurney off the back. dennis joined them to walk it in. she interrupted her own assessment with, “wait, dennis, are you burnt?”

dennis kept pushing the gurney into the trauma room where mckay and king were waiting. “i’m fine.”

“robby?” jack questioned wearily.

robby looked next to him, focusing on the parts exposed by dennis’s uniform. there were some burns on his forearms where it looked like flames licked him and some spots on his neck where it looked like ash had popped.

they got to the trauma room. “whitaker, don’t you dare help with this transfer,” robby ordered. whitaker helped anyway, much to the dismay of everyone now taking in his raw skin. “god damnit, kid.”

robby went to grab him by the neck until he remembered the burns there. he settled on grabbing the side of whitaker’s collared shirt and dragging him to the nearest empty patient room.

“i’m fine, i’m fine. i’ll put cream on it on the way back to dispatch!” dennis insisted.

robby shook his head, directing whitaker to the clean bed. as he put on gloves for an examination, robby told dennis’s partner, “call your supervisor, tell them there was an on the job injury and they have to call in coverage while i get documentation.” she nodded with a funny little smirk on her face before stalking off to get her phone from the rig.

“this is so overkill,” dennis lamented. “they’re partial thickness, need no debriedment, and cover less than five percent of my-shit! warn a guy,” dennis swore as robby poked at him.

robby stepped closer than he had to for a standard exam. “did you reach your hand in a burning car or something?”

“i mean…” whitaker trailed off.

robby rolled his eyes, exasperated with the self-sacrifice. “god, you’re lucky.”

whitaker smirked and looked up at the man towering over him. “just wanted to stop wasting time so i could get over to see my favorite doctor.”

robby sighed, but couldn’t fight the smile. “don’t let jack hear that. he gets possessive.”

“of who?” dennis teased.

Imagine the Party all goes to the same college and gets a shared house together with the government hush money. Obviously the house would be extremely chaotic yet entertaining, which brings Dustin to the idea of making a Youtube channel. So they all agree and make a channel under the name “Stranger Things Have Happened” and start making videos.

At first the videos are funny and they get a pretty good amount of viewers, but then they really start to blow up once they start saying crazy shit in QnAs or offhand mentions that seem insane to regular viewers.

Someone would ask Max how she became blind and she’d respond dryly: “Oh I got cursed by an evil monster from an alternate dimension that tried to kill me by taking my eyes and snapping all of my bones. El used her telekinetic powers to save me though :)” and everyone would be like ???

Once, Dustin didn’t want to get up and grab the TV remote so he asks El to pass it to him with her telekinetic powers. The remote comes flying towards his head but all the viewers think El only threw the remote from the other side of the room when really she used her powers to do so. The rest of the party had a good laugh looking at the comments.

In some videos Will would offhandedly mention “Well maybe it’s because I was kidnapped into an evil alternate dimension when I was 12” or “At least this isn’t as bad as getting possessed by an evil smoke monster” and everyone in the comments starts freaking out.

And later on they’ll start posting videos with the older kids/adults and the comments would be asking how they know these people and they’d respond: “Oh they helped us save the world and close the gate to the evil alternate dimension when we were in high school” and now the viewers can’t tell if they are still doing a bit or being for real.

The channel would basically be a huge conspiracy online and the government would be quaking in their boots the whole time while the Party continues making videos.

They would also make videos featuring some of the other stranger things characters we know, for example

“Mom and Dad Come Home!” is the title of the video when Steve and Eddie show up to hang out (Steve is the mom and Eddie is the dad obviously)

Another one would be “Lesbian Aunts teach us how to use a shotgun (not clickbait)” when Nancy and Robin take them to an empty field to practice shooting. (In the end, it’s really only Nancy and Will still working on shooting practice while Robin and the others sit on the side gossiping — Mike and Robin are definitely drooling over their partners though)

And of course the viewers have different ships but the mainly agreed upon ones are:

Elumax - They’re already dating and made it clear already, plus El and Lucas are always helping Max out with walking around if she ever needs it. (Elumax is amazing and everyone loves them)

Dustin x Suzie (imaginary gf?) - The Party makes it a joke that Dustin’s girlfriend doesn’t exist because she’s never seen on camera (Dustin argues she’s just uncomfortable being seen on camera and lives all the way over in Salt Lake City, but he swears she is real-!)

Byler - All the viewers really ship byler and make compilations of “Moments that prove Will and Mike need to get together.” The rest of the Party fuels these shippers by posting videos of “Byler Moments” and hinting that Will and Mike should get together.

In which they have a TikTok account and are popular for being telepathic/codependent.

They follow all the trends, especially the one where you have to know each other and they win every time !

For example, the trend where you have to guess a vocabulary word :

Steve : Okay, so the thing we said when a crush on someone doesn't get anywhere?

Robin : Oh! They were just my Tammy!!!

Steve : YESSS!

Robin : What do we say when people ask us where we work?

Steve : Duh.

Both : SCOOP AHOY!!!

*They both laugh*

Or the Wavelength game, we're everyone suspects they're cheating because they're always so good.

"Alone for Valentines/Family Day? Mad at your dad? I'm your date!

Dennis wasn’t going to step in; the bartender had already rushed away to grab security, and a lot of people were already giving him a verbal lashing

But for some stupid, stupid reason, this man decided that Trinity would be the perfect victim for his harassment campaign and would not leave her alone

Then he started to advance, pushing aside the people who were doing their best to hold him back

Dennis doesn’t really remember what happened at that moment; he was so scared and angry that he saw red, but on that walk home, Trinity held his hand tightly and was still smiling. And he was unscathed, which is always a plus when you get into a fight. So, it must’ve been good

"You should've fucking seen yourself, Huckleberry. You were like a hurricane!" Trinity cheered, arm linked with Dennis. "I'm surprised you had so much coordination considering how much you drank."

"... I think I'm gonna throw up..."

"And now, because of your heroic deed, the bar is giving us free drinks for a year! An entire year! You're my lucky charm, farm boy!"

"Trin... walking too fast..."

Good things never last, though, because the next morning, captain douchebag was at the ER causing another fucking rucus. Which seemed to be the only thing that he was good at

In the light of day and no longer under the influence of the free alcohol he garnered for being the hottest twunk at the bar, he was able to see the damage that he had done

It wasn't pretty

There was a clear black eye, dark purple and swollen, that had stretched down to his cheekbone. He also had a split lip, a broken nose, and, from what Dennis could see when he flabbed his gums, a missing tooth. If he had to guess, there's probably a lot more damage underneath the clothes that he was wearing

Yikes

Luck was apparently not on his side, since he was called over by Robby to help out. He warily walked over, unsure if he should speak up and tell his boyfriend, but he didn't get the chance

The man screamed shrilly when he saw Dennis, backing up as far as he could in the hospital bed and holding his broken nose that once again started gushing blood

“No! No! No! Get him away from me!” He shrieked at a register that made the doctors and the nurses close to him wince and then turn their heads away from the sound

Trinity rounds the corner, jogging toward the commotion, only to stop and stare wide eyed at the man screaming bloody murder

“Whoa… small world…” she muttered, standing beside Dennis and leaning her elbow on his shoulder.

“Stop that, we’re the same height.” Dennis pushed her off and took a step forward. "Dr Robby, I believe it'd be unwise for me to work on this case. The patient and I have a history."

Robby's brow furrowed as he looked between Dennis and the enraged man. "A history? If you don't mind me asking, Dr Whitaker?"

"He's the one that fucking did this to me! I can't believe you employ doctors like him!"

Several eyebrows shot up as everyone turned to look at a wincing and embarrassed Dennis. Trinity, gleefully laughing behind him, did not make it better.

Robby's eyebrows shot up, and he completely ignored the patient, turning to Dennis completely and walking closer, taking his boyfriend's hand into his own. "Are you alright? Not that I don't think you can take care of yourself, but he's a bigger buy."

"I... it wasn't unwarranted." Dennis simply stated, giving a small squeeze to Robby's hand. "But I swear I'm all good. Trinity can vouch. I'll get outta your hair, and we can talk more later. If he says anything homophobic, though, just give me a call, and I'll stand menacingly in the corner." He joked.

"Ah, I see. Don't worry, we've got a lot of scary nurses to keep him quiet." Robby winked, pressing a kiss to Dennis's knuckles and chuckling at the cute blush on his cheek, expertly ignoring the gagging coming from Trinity.

The first person to find out about this secret hobby is Robin. His parents stop helping him out financially when they realise he's not just taking a gap year to figure things out and has in fact decided not to go to college. Steve doesn't have the money to get her something fancy for her birthday so he instead buys wool and buttons in her favourite colour and crochets a cardigan. He's never seen someone react so enthusiastically to a present he gave them before and every time he sees her wearing it he feels a surge of pride at the fact that he created something she loves so much.

The second person is Eddie, who complains everyone's ears off about how thin the hospital blankets are and how cold his room is while he's recovering from the demobat attack. Steve crochets a blanket for him. It's basic, black with thin red stripes, and the entire time Steve is wondering why he's even spending so much time making it when Eddie will be discharged before he knows it. He hands it to him one day when he's visiting with Dustin and Robin.

"Oh nice, you bought me a blanket," Eddie says, immediately opening it and spreading it out over his lap.

"Actually I made it," Steve corrects. "I'm still a beginner so it's not the best but it should be pretty warm for-"

Eddie's gaze snaps up from trailing over the intricate little knots of wool.

"You made this?" Eddie asks, his eyes wide.

Steve nods.

"You made this?" he repeats, holding up the corner of the blanket and pointing at it as if it wasn't obvious what he was talking about.

"That's what I just said, yeah," Steve responds.

"Sir Steven Harrington," Eddie grins. "You continue to surprise me. Who knew jocks could knit?"

Steve rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated huff.

"It's crochet not knitting. And if you don't like it I can-" he reaches to take it back, but Eddie snatches it away in a tight grip, pulling the edge of it to his chest like he's protecting something sacred.

"No way, Big boy." He refuses. "You've bestowed this precious gift upon me and I have accepted it. No takebacks. I will take care of it and protect it with my dying breath." His expression changes to something unsure. "Wait, is it okay for me to keep this or did you want it back when I leave?"

"Please don't talk about your dying breath when you're sitting in a hospital bed after almost bleeding out," Steve chastises, crossing his arms, unimpressed. "And yes you can keep it. I made it for you."

Before he can say anything else, Eddie drags him down into a crushing hug, not giving a shit about the tube attached to his wrist or his fairly recently stitched sides. Dustin later describes the noise Steve made as sounding like a cat having its tail stepped on. Robin points out in a teasing way that it took Steve a suspiciously long time to disengage from that hug, just making a perfectly casual observation.

The next one to get a handmade gift is Dustin. He wouldn't let go of the fact that Steve had made something for both Robin and Eddie before him even though he was supposed to be Steve's best friend. That christmas Steve gifted him a handmade sweater with a lightsaber design on the front, which meant he had to make things for the rest of the teens not long after because of course Dustin went around wearing it and bragging at every possible opportunity.

Soon all the people Steve cared about the most had something made by him.

Then one day Eddie asks him to teach him how to crochet so he can make something for Wayne to show how much he appreciates him. Steve thinks it's a really sweet idea, so he agrees. Eddie found a photo of a sweater he wanted to try and make for him, but he's finding it really tricky even with Steve's help. So in the end, Steve makes the sweater and they both work on a much easier blanket pattern together.

Steve's spending a lot of time in Eddie's room, sitting very close to him and occasionally gently taking hold of his hands to guide him when he gets stuck. This is how he finds out that Eddie still sleeps under that blanket Steve made for him over a year ago. It's also how he ends up making out with him on top of said blanket.

Wayne is so touched when he gets his handmade gifts that Christmas that he cries. Eddie teases him about it until Steve, who's spending his first Christmas with the Munsons as Eddie's boyfriend, reminds Eddie that he practically ripped Steve's hand off at the hospital when he tried to take that first blanket back.

"Yeah, well, it was important to me. You made it." Eddie shrugs. Then he picks up a large, slightly lumpy present and shoves it into his hands. "And you still haven't opened your gift. Less talking, more opening."

After that Steve is the one trying not to cry, because the second he pulls back the wrapping paper, a blanket pours out onto his lap, navy with white stripes. It was clearly made by Eddie because it smells like him, and some of the stitches show mistakes that he made when they were working on Wayne's gifts together.

He gently takes the material into his hands and runs his thumbs over each bump in awe. No one's ever put this much effort into a gift for him before. "I love it," he says, his voice slightly shaky.

"Are you sure?" Eddie replies, self-conscious. "I made a few mistakes, and I ran out of wool at one point, but the store didn't have any left in the same shade of blue so there's a small part at the bottom that looks slightly different. I can get you something else if you want. I know it's not as good as yours."

Steve leans over and shuts him up with a kiss on the lips, something he's learned is extremely effective over the course of their relationship.

"What are you doing?"

Theo Hagan looks up from his astronomy homework. He watches his brother's little five year old friend slip through the crack in the door and climb up on the end of his bed before saying, "Homework. Wanna do it for me?"

"No way," Steve shakes his head. "You should ask Tommy. He gives me the answers to our homework 'cause I forget to do it sometimes."

"Hm, maybe I'll try that," He humors the kid. "You hear that we're in trouble?"

"Miss Maria said you're not in trouble," Steve tells him. "She says she's disappoint in you."

Theo makes a gesture like he's been stabbed in the chest and was choking on his own blood. His dying act ends when Steve laughs.

"You're silly," He giggles before getting serious. "It's not good that your mom is disappointed but it's okay 'cause you can make it up to her. Not with a present. I already tried that."

"Why did you try?"

"For Tommy," Steve answers. "But Tommy's being a jerk to me right now so I’m hangin' out with you....I can try to help you with your homework. I know some stuff."

"It's a lot of math," Theo says, making a face. "I need you to remember this when you get to high school, okay? Do not take Mr Wallace's astronomy class."

"Astronomy?" Steve repeats, brightening up. "That's space and stuff! I know about that from Star Trek. I've seen every episode. Me and mama watch it together. She was gonna be an astronaut."

"Was she?"

"Yeah, but she decided to be my mama instead so she didn't go to space," Steve says. "I’m glad 'cause I think I'd miss her too much if she lived on the moon."

"I already miss her a whole lot and she lives with me," He adds. "When I grow up and me and mama can go to the moon together. I think that'd be fun."

"I think that'd be really fun, Steve."

"You should ask my mama for help with your homework. She's really smart. I think she's smarter than my dad sometimes and he's like, really smart."

"I'll keep that in mind," Theo says, sitting his homework to the side. He's like to get off the topic the Harringtons before Steve says something casually off-putting about them so, "What's this Star Trek thing about?"

Steve: I know you don't like me, but I need to get this off my freaking chest.

Jonathan: Steve, who's baby is that?

Steve: So, I'm leaving my apartment, and I get the baby in the car. I get in, and just as I was pulling out -

Jonathan: Seriously, who's baby is that?

Steve waved his free hand in irritation and the baby girl giggled, waving back at him.

Steve: - this asshole is going way too fast in a goddamn parking lot, speeds past, swiping the end of my car -

Jonathan: Jesus, are you two okay?

Steve: Yeah, yeah. He stops for a moment, and I get out to have some words with him. I guess he decides that he doesn't want to deal with it, so he takes off before I could get to the car -

Jonathan: Steve, who's baby is that?

Jonathan watched them as the baby stared at Steve with fascination and then tried to take one of his moles but frowned when she found it was attached to him. She let out a tiny baby sigh and a whine of disappointment.

Steve: Who just does that? Who just hits someone's car with a baby inside and then just takes off? I was tempted to follow him, but Jenny started crying. Can you hold her? I have to go take a leak.

Jonathan: Yeah, sure - wait, Steve, who's baby is this?!

Steve was already gone. Jenny stared at Jonathan, and he stared back at her. Jenny blew a raspberry at him and then laughed, flashing her tiny little baby dimples. Jonathan couldn't stop his own laughter. His mother walked in with Will.

Joyce: Jonathan, who's baby is that?

Jonathan: That's what I asked Steve when he came in with her.

Steve walked back in, and Jonathan handed the baby back to him.

Will: Who's baby is that?

Steve grinned and slid his arm around Jonathan's shoulder.

Steve: Oh, she's our baby. From the future. She just showed on my doorstep this morning.

Joyce, Jonathan, and Will: What?!

Jenny stared at them and burst into giggles, clapping her hands. Steve laughed and clapped Jonathan on the back before moving away.

Steve: Just kidding. She's my neighbor's kid. I volunteered to babysit. Come on, Jenny, let's get you something to eat.

Jonathan watched him disappear into the kitchen, his face bright red. He looked at his mother and brother, who stared at him with knowing smiles.