Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Joyce Byers & Mike Wheeler
Characters: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Joyce Byers
Additional Tags: Post-Stranger Things 5 Vol. 1, like. right after, Not Canon Compliant, Mike Wheeler Loves Will Byers, Mike Wheeler Has Issues, Mike Wheeler Has a Mental Breakdown, Mike Wheeler is a Mess, POV Mike Wheeler, Mike Wheeler-centric, basically mike wheeler goes through it post-sorcerer, Supportive Joyce Byers, Canon-Typical Violence, Stranger Things 5 Vol. 2 Fix-It, Pre-Slash, they are so close mike is figuring things out ok, Mike Wheeler Whump, Kinda, Angst with a Hopeful Ending, Passive Suicidality, it is very brief though, boy who is going to be okay :)
Summary:
āHey,ā he breathes, trying and failing miserably to keep his voice steady. āYouāre okay. Youāre okay. Just hold on a second. Weāre getting help.ā He realises belatedly that Will is shaking, that heās still half-soaked and without a jacket, so he lets him lean against his chest as he quickly strips off his own and wraps it around Willās shoulders.
āMike,ā croaks Will. āI -ā
Mike could fucking cry. In fact, thereās a painful lump developing in his throat that he swallows down in an instant because Will really doesnāt need him to turn into a snotty mess right now, not when heās barely conscious, not after all of that.
Mike Wheeler and sitting by Will's bedside, again.
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"Phanniemay/Dannymayā Day 1: Bruises-PM13 & Hope-DM
a note for my participation is that iām picking a prompt from past PMs and DM each and combining them in a bizarre attempt to do both lol.Ā
this oneās set in my Raised by GhostsĀ au bc idk how to do non-au stuffĀÆ\_(ć)_/ĀÆĀ
spoilers for stuff later in the au, not that thatās stopped me before
Danny knew something wasnāt quite right about him.
Of course, heās understood for a long time that heās not like his family; that heās not a ghost, heās human, alive, blood courses through his veins, not ectoplasm, all that jazz, but this is more than that. Or rather, itās becoming less true.
He also knew that Ember and Skulker werenāt the font of information he believed them when he was younger, but he supposes a ghost that had formed from a person whoād died at about the age he is now (he thinks, assumes, because he isnāt even sure how old he is, let alone her) and a weaker ghost with even less memory of his life that powers himself through robotics wouldnāt really know anything about genetic makeup and how itās affected by long-term exposure to ectoplasmic radiation to an extreme level.
Not that he does either, and heās scared, but his caretakers are fighters, and when he shows signs of ghostly powers, they decide he should at least know how to use them properly. (Once they get past the freak out of him partially phasing through things or softly hovering in his sleep.) Sadly they overestimated just how far his powers went, which, really, itād taken this long for them to develop to this point, something below even the lowest level ghosts, what were they expecting?
Of course, that was awhile ago now, and heās grown since then, able to fly on his own, if only for brief flights, and can even manifest small ecto-balls that hisĀ āloving parentsā are eager to teach him how to aim and make stronger. By example, especially.Ā
Heās pretty sure theyāre forgetting that even if whatever is happening to him, be it forming his own core or simply adapting to ectoplasm, he isĀ still human. Mostly.
He canāt complain to much about it thoughāhe can, and does, technically, because who would appreciate a punch to the sternum only accompanied by a āGotta think fast, kid.āābecause their combined efforts to prepare him for the ghost zone, to allow him to handle himself out there to some degree, has also brought them closer together, allowed him to understand his family in a way heād never been able to before.
Kitty liked to take him on cruises through the air in the human world when he was a kid, which heād loved, but it couldnāt compare to the companionship he felt as he flew alongside her, stumbling with her to catch him and all.
Johnny, aloof as he pretended to be, once told him when they were chased out of a convenient human city that sometimes you just have to take things in stride and make the best of the shit fate hands you, and his growing powers were just another example of that, he was sure.
Skulker and Ember always fought off other ghosts with vigor while all he could do was watch, and now he thinks, maybe one day heāll be able to defend them as theyāve done for him all his life.
So if getting a little beat up now meant all that and more, heād throw himself into it until he could kick Skulkerās ass.
for the oneshot requests: they accidentally end up in the upside down together but theyāre mad at each other, they hide from a demogorgon, then lash out at each other, and then end up kissing (you can choose why theyāre mad at each other <3)
violet hello!! i have written it and im very excited about this one here u go <3
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Thereās no one around, the dregs of the annual Wheeler Christmas party draining away. Girls carrying their heels in the hallway, Holly already asleep upstairs. The smell of mandarin oranges cracked open in the kitchen is fresh and comforting, the low hum of someoneās voice in another room.Ā
So Nancy could just step out from underneath the mistletoe with a smile, a laugh, and the other person whoās been caught off guard underneath it would just play along. Pretend she didnāt notice the sharp intake of breath from Nancy as she noticed the sprig hanging in the doorway, where she had stepped up to Robin to say goodnight.Ā
Nancy was letting herself have that, at least. Standing close to Robin, cheeks flushed from the wine she had drunk and red dress slipping a little. Cardigan pulled tight around her shoulders. She was letting herself drink in Robinās pale blue eyes, the hint of cologne from her jacket. Straighten Robinās tie.Ā
She would not let herself have anything more.Ā
Even as Robin notices the mistletoe at the same time, a small smile playing around her lips. Even as she seems to draw closer, pink roses blooming in her freckled cheeks. Nancy wants to reach out and brush them with her fingertips, wants to -
Nancy wants.Ā
But she wonāt let herself have.
āMistletoe,ā says Robin, almost playfully.Ā āWas that intentional, Wheeler?ā
Nancy presses her cold fingers to her cheeks as they flush harder.Ā āI - sorry. I donāt know why Iām so -ā
Thereās a small tug at the sleeves of her cardigan, and she peeks one eye out at Robin. God, she looks pretty, with the light of the fireplace dancing over her. Sheās grinning, just a little.Ā
A lock of Nancyās hair is falling out of its twisted updo, and Robin reaches out, vision unfocusing, to tuck it away. Her fingers linger there a little longer than they maybe should, brushing against the soft skin beneath Nancyās ear.
Robin tastes like oranges.
Thatās the first thing that hits Nancy as she presses up onto her tiptoes to kiss her. She tastes like oranges, for the brief, chaste kiss, and then Nancy is pulling away, apologies and explanations on her lips.
She doesnāt get very far before Robinās lips are on hers again, and thereās a fire blazing low in her belly. Robin is tentative, gentle, and Nancy responds by curling her fingers around the collar of Robinās coat and tugging her down to meet her, kissing her with all the heat of the flame inside her. Robin lets out a little noise, surprised but pleased, hands slipping around Nancyās waist, tongue in her mouth, every part of her body aligned in one sinuous curve with Nancyās.
The party might be long since ended, but Robin and Nancy have just begun.
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gonna do miwip wednesday this week i suppose anyways hereās a snippet of a prom fic iām working on (hint hint established byler and budding elumax <3)
