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Shane doesn't fall apart loudly. He spirals, shuts down, missteps. Ilya pays attention. He stays. He helps Shane learn what it feels like to be noticed without being corrected.
or, 5 times Shane needs help regulating his autism, and Ilya is there for him + 1 time Shane is there for Ilya.
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28 Dec 2025
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Watching Steve sit alone that first day- even with his ex and her new squeeze crowding his table- former King of Hawkins High with his bruised up face and puppy dog eyes, and apparently, knight in shining armor tendencies, Eddie never stood a chance.
It's Jeff, in the end, that finally badgers Eddie enough to let Steve be dragged over to their table- into Hellfire, and Dungeons & Dragons, and hopefully right into Eddie's arms- after Steve intervenes to stop Jeff being harrassed in the halls.
Now Eddie just needs to figure out what he's going to do with all of it.
Aka a hellfire adopts Steve fic, because give the boy some friends (and a boyfriend).
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10 Dec 2025
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It’s winter in Hawkins, and Mike and Will aren’t speaking anymore. Living in Mike’s house, Will tries to be invisible, spending most of his time in the basement.
Then the power goes out — and if there’s one thing he dreads more than facing Mike, it’s the cold.
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Seven nights in which Mike and Will have to sleep in the same bed, even though they’re barely friends anymore.
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09 Dec 2025
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5 times that Dennis seemed to score with one of the female Pitt staff, and the 1 time things were straightened out.
Well, “straight” might not be the right word.
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27 Nov 2025
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Sweat beads along Dennis’s forehead, drips down his neck, coats his underarms in a thin sheen. Like saliva coats the mouth before vomiting.
His stomach lurches with nausea, his hands tremble. He forces himself to stay standing.
“Whitaker,” comes Donahue’s voice, gentle, cautious. “You should take a minute, man. Get something to drink.” It’s just them in the cubicle, and he can hear chaos beyond the curtains, but he can’t bring himself to move.
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A patient dies on Whitaker's watch. There is not enough room in his body for so much grief.
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18 Nov 2025