I haven't written a depressing one shot in a while... so here I am I guess.
Warnings : self harm PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS YOU GET TRIGGERED EASILY BY THIS SORT OF THING
It's more Will central but there is some Byler.
Characters are 16-17.
In which Will hates the cold, but Mike has enough heat for the both of them.
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Will hates the cold.
No, he despises the cold.
No, he- fuck - he can't even think of a word that comes close to how much he dislikes the cold.
It's not just the weather- Will has never liked winter - but also the cold feeling that is hidden in his body. His heart feels frozen, his gut feels frozen, his mind - god, he can't think properly with the horrid gust blowing around in his head. The lingering feeling of the mind flayer crosses his mind more regularly than he likes and it is at that point when he can't fucking stand the cold.
So, he finds, there's only one solution to not being cold.
Being hot.
Will always where's at least two layers. A shirt and a jumper on top. The pullovers are usually Johnathan's old ones, but the boy doesn't mind, he feels hidden underneath- safe. Even in summer, if he doesn't wear a jumper it's usually only because he doesn't want any weird stares directed towards him. So he wears shirts.
One layer upon an another. Will has always been skinny, so nobody notices the slight thickness of clothing around his arms.
It's never enough. No matter what, he still feels cold. Even if Hawkins is having a major heat wave, he always has the coldness lingering in his chest - despite his friends' constant complaining of the weather. So he pulls his long sleeves so they cover his pale hands and keeps quiet.
It's around Halloween when he hates the cold the most. This is because it's always around Halloween when he gets his nightmares. Sure, he may get the odd one during the rest of the year, but Halloween. It makes the boy queasy just thinking about the holiday.
And it upsets him.
Halloween used to be his favourite holiday.
Now though, the monsters come back during the end of October. Maybe not physically, but Will still feels the same amount of distress. And on many occasions, he shoots up in the middle of the night sweating violently but feeling colder than ever.
Will decides that wearing 5 layers just isn't enough.
It's time to take it to the next level.
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Joyce frowns at the sheets of data in front of her. The bills had just come in that morning , and now she was studying them about an hour later. She sighs and rubs her eyes with one hand, a yawn escaping her lips. It's too early in the morning for this.
Johnathan sits on the wooden table opposite her, a plate of eggs in front of him. Will is standing next to the toaster, two breads heating inside. The oldest son glances at his mother's obvious distress and decides to question what is ruining her morning.
"You ok, mom?" He asks, agitated. The older lady lifts her head from her hands and offers the boy a small smile.
"Just the bills."
