#milevenweek2022

[leggomyayygo]

Mileven Week 2022

Day 5: Power

"You can fly, you can move mountains! I believe that!" ✨

[lucascsinclairs]

Mileven Week 2022 |Day 7: Words

“El? I don't know if you can hear this, but if you can, I want you to know that I'm here. Okay? I'm right here. And I love you. El, do you hear me? I love you. I'm sorry I don't say it more. It's not because I'm scared of you, I'm not. I've never felt that way. Never. But I am scared that one day you'll realize you don't need me anymore. And I thought that if I said how I felt, it would somehow make that day hurt more. But the truth is, El, I don't know how to live without you. I feel like my life started that day we found you in the woods. You were wearing that yellow Benny's Burgers t-shirt. And it was so big it almost swallowed you whole. And I knew right then and there, in that moment, that I loved you. And I've loved you every day since.”

[spinsomewonder]

but the truth is, el, i don’t know how to live without you. i feel like my life started that day we found you in the woods. you were wearing that yellow benny's burgers t-shirt, and it was so big it almost swallowed you whole. and i knew, right then and there, in that moment that i loved you, and i've loved you every day since. i love you on your good days, i love you on your bad days. i love you with your powers, i love you without your powers. i love you for exactly who you are. you are my superhero. and i can't lose you.

my tiny contribution for mileven day/mileven week day 2: stories!

[superman | taylor swift]

[milevenappreciationweek]

MILEVEN WEEK 2022 💛 — We’re back! From the 6th until the 12th of November 2022, join us in celebrating all things Mike & Eleven with a special week dedicated solely to them.

Things are operating a little bit differently this year. Instead of you guys submitting themes for us to choose from, we asked you to vote among those we selected. We know - very upside down of us! But the good news is, they’re one-word prompts, which means there’s enough wiggle room for you to get creative and interpret them however you please! In the spirit of mixing things up, your choice themes for this year’s appreciation week, in no particular order, are:

Day 1: Color - usage and significance, their favorite colors...

Day 2: Stories - favorite plotlines, reading to each other, future fics...

Day 3: AU - any alternative take on their relationship (canon compliant or totally unique, ie. teen comedy au)

Day 4: Holidays - spending the holidays together, dressing up, dates...

Day 5: Power - strength, magic, love, fate…

Day 6: Tropes - “one head taller,” “you must be cold,” “long-distance relationship,” popular fanfiction tropes…

Day 7: Words - canon quotes, meaningful words in their relationship, the exchange of letters…

Above are just some examples of how you can fill the prompts, but don’t hesitate to ask us if you need help and/or have any further questions as to what is/isn’t allowed. We encourage you to submit any and all types of fanwork: fanfiction, gifsets, fanart, video edits, picspams, essays, headcanons, etc. Some themes will naturally be more heavily concentrated on specific types of media (e.g., stories = fanfiction). Don’t worry if you’re not the creative type - sharing others’ work is an equally great way of contributing. We’re not expecting everybody to submit works for every day of the week either - if one of the themes doesn’t pique your interest, no worries. Just create whatever inspires you!

You can publish your posts on the day that corresponds to their theme, but don’t worry if you don’t make it in time - you can still submit them even after that day has passed! We will be tracking the #mileven #milevenweek and #milevenweek2022 hashtags once the event starts on November 6th, so make sure to tag your posts accordingly so one of the admins can share it here. It also helps us immensely if you can include somewhere in the post or tags which day/theme your post is meant for (so we don’t to have to guess). Alternatively, you can also send us a link to your creation if it’s outside of Tumblr (twitter, insta, etc). 

Now we’re leaving it up to you to get started! Feel free to like, reblog, and share this post to let others know what’s happening. If you have any questions about how this is all going to work, or be sure to contact the admins.

We can't wait to see what you come up with! 💜

[mike-wheelers-basement]

YOU’RE MY SUPERHERO

Mileven Week 2022: power

[beth-march]

with my little tired eye

Summary:

It’s El’s expectation that the love letters will stop, now that she is back in Hawkins.

For Mileven Week, Day 7: words

Read on AO3 here

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

we’re only lost children trying to find a friend (Mileven)

A/N: GUYS!!!! This is the story that I have been most excited for out of all the stories I plan on putting out this week, tbh. This story is actually a collaboration for the awesome and wonderful and one of the bestest of friends, @leggomyayygo​!!! We planned out all the details for this AU together and then she drew for it and I wrote for it!!!! I’ll be putting her art as well as a link to the original post of it down below, so please go check it out!!!!! It was really, really fun trying something like this out and I really hope that you guys enjoy this AU as much as we do!!!!!

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x El Hopper

Summary: what does it take to change a timeline? what’s the one thing you need to change in order to completely alter a reality? how can one world become so entirely different than the other? what causes an alternate reality in the first place?

Prompt: Day 3 - AU

Tags: Some fluff, plenty of angst, a little mention of monster violence, I guess? Lmao

Song Inspiration: Two Pieces By Demi Lovato (Highkey Mileven song, highly recommend listening to while daydreaming about Mileven)

Word Count: 2,831

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

[Day 1] [Day 2] [Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5] [Day 6] [Day 7] || [Series Masterlist]

[Read on Quotev]

[Read on AO3]

[Read on Wattpad]

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Here’s Ash’s post!!!! Please go check out her stuff and give her a follow if you haven’t already, she seriously deserves it!!!! Loved doing this and I’m so glad we can finally share it with y’all!!!! 💖💖💖

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November 7th, 1983

The young girl closes the door to her treehouse as her friends climb back down to the ground, on their way back home for the night. The other young boy left in the treehouse with her watches her curiously, but also warily. The girl walks over to him, kneeling down and sitting on her heels in front of the boy's place sitting cross-legged on her purple sleeping bag. "Hey, um, I never asked your name." The girl says. The boy turns to her, looking at her for a moment, before reaching down and pulling up his left shirt sleeve, holding out his arm tentatively.

The girl's eyes widen. "Is that real?" She asks curiously, reaching forward and grabbing the boy's arm without thinking. The boy gasps and flinches, pulling his arm back quickly and cradling it against his torso.

"Sorry, I've just...never seen a kid with a tattoo before." She tells him, feeling bad for clearly doing something that he didn't like. But she gives him a small smile, confident that she can smooth over that mishap. "What does it mean? Eleven?" She asks him.

The boy slowly pulls a hand up and points at himself. "That's your name?" The girl asks. The boy nods twice, confirming.

"Eleven. Okay. Well, my name's Jay, short for Jane. Maybe we can call you... Lev, short for Eleven." The girl, Jay, suggests, hoping the boy would like the idea. The boy slowly nods. Lev. Lev is good.

"Um, well, okay. Night, Lev." Jay tells him, standing up.

"Night, Jay." Lev says quietly, looking up at her.

Jay slowly walks over to the door of her treehouse, turning and looking back at Lev, who was now turning to lay down. Thunder rumbles in the distance as Jay turns back towards the door and grabs her coat from it's hook, putting it on and then slipping out the door. She climbs down her ladder and runs quickly through the rain and back into her house to dry off and settle in for the night. Back up in the treehouse, Lev has laid down on top of the sleeping bag that Jay had given him. He curls up and places his hands beside his head, staring at the far wall of the room he was in. He's trembling, uncertain what will happen tomorrow or if he's truly safe in this new place or not. Another roll of thunder passes through, louder and closer this time, a flash of lightning following it, and Lev jumps, squeezing his eyes shut and hoping more than anything for sleep to come.

November 2nd, 1984

They're all gathered together in the Byers' living room, ready to fight with everything they have. They don't know what will be on the other side of this, but they're cornered. They have no choice but to see things through as best they can. Suddenly, the commotion outside was different. The demodogs had been descending on the house, they were about to attack, but now suddenly they were... dying? They were screeching and yelling all around the house, each sound ending abruptly as if cut off by something. Or someone. But Jay perished the thought as soon as it popped into her mind. No, she couldn't entertain a thought like that right now, she needed to stay focused on what was actually going on.

Outside of the Byers' house, Lev is making his way through the demodogs, trying his best to get rid of all of them before entering the house. They just keep coming, like there's an infinite amount of them. One of them sneaks up and surprises him, causing him to accidentally fling it through one of the house's front windows, and he hopes that no one was injured because of the misdirection of his powers. A minute or two later and they're gone. A few were still left alive but they ran off into the night together and Lev feels it's safe here for now. Lev looks to the front door of the house and takes a deep breath. He was finally here, in his moment. This was the whole reason he had come back. Why he had made the choice to leave his sister behind and come back. On the other side of that door are his friends. His family. Over the past few days, Lev had heard the words family and home thrown around so much in relation to him. He'd heard them from Nancy, he'd heard them from Kali. But neither of them actually feel like home. Nowhere did. Except for with the people in that house right in front of him. They are truly his home. Jay is his home. The thought of Jay sends a jolt of warmth through him, and he can't take it any longer. He slowly walks forward and begins using his powers to unlock the door.

Suddenly, everything outside stops and falls quiet. Everyone waits with bated breath to see what will happen next. Jay clutched the trophy in her hands close to her, watching the front door anxiously. The deadbolt on the door flicks upwards all on its own and the chain on the door is pulled away from the door frame by an invisible force. Then, the door starts swinging open, and a pair of all white converse shoes step over the threshold. Jay trails her eyes upwards as the owner of those shoes enters the house, apart of her already knowing exactly who it is before she sees his face. But then she does see his face and he's here, Lev is right here. Tears immediately spring to Jay's eyes and she steps forward, out from behind Hopper as the man lowers his gun, everyone else around him following his lead and lowering their own weapons now that Lev has been recognized.

Jay stops a few feet away from Lev, facing him, and Lev looks directly at him, blood beginning to drip from his nose from the use of his powers. Jay's enter body warms from head to toe, as if she had been cold this entire time he's been gone, and she feels the biggest sense of relief rock through her. He's truly alive. I haven't been insane this whole time.

Lev sees Jay and just stops dead in his tracks. There she is. Jay. Finally. His head is starting to hurt, blood is running out of his nose, and there's still monsters on the loose, but Lev can't help but smile. He's back with Jay, exactly where he belongs, and that is what matters most. Nothing is as important as that fact. When he smiled, Jay smiled, too, tears in her eyes, just barely holding back from flowing over and down her cheeks. Seeing it made him realize that he also had tears in his own eyes, but he didn't care. At that point, it seems that neither of them can stay so far away from each other any longer. They both start walking forward at the same time until there's barely 2 inches between them.

"Eleven?" Jay asks, voice full of relief and confusion.

"Jay." Lev says, voice filled with the same relief. And then they're embracing each other, Lev's arms wrapping around Jay as she returns the same gesture.

The two kids bury their faces in each other's shoulders, clinging on tight, tears no longer being held back. As soon as they can physically feel each other, they're both grounded, and reality fully sets in. They both let out a quiet sob and cling to the other as if they would disappear if they weren't. After a few moments, they pull away to look at each other.

Jay speaks up first. "I never gave up on you. I called you every night. Every night for-"

"353 days." Lev cuts Jay off. "I heard."

June 28th, 1985

Lev sighs dejectedly, snatching the teddy bear off of the closet shelf with a huff. Despite being tall enough to grab it, he'd just wanted to give his powers a shot, just in case, but no luck, of course.

"They'll come back. I know they will." Jay says, walking into the room. She'd seen his failed attempt to grab the teddy bear with his mind and knew he'd start putting himself down about it. She couldn't have that.

"Thanks." Lev says quietly, turning to face Jay all the way as Jay stops right in front of him.

"You packed your walkie, right?" Jay asks hopefully.

"Yes." Lev gives her a small smile.

"Good. Because you know that I'm gonna steal Cerebro from Dustin and call you so much you're gonna have to turn it off, alright?" Jay tells him teasingly.

Lev nods. "Did you talk to your mom? About Thanksgiving?" He asks, remembering their conversation from about a week ago.

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got the okay. I'll be there. And then I was thinking maybe you could come up here for Christmas. And Will, too. You can come before or after Christmas, or whatever Mrs. Byers wants, but I was thinking Christmas Day could be super fun, because we'd all have cool new presents to play with and, uh..." Jay suddenly trails off in the middle of her ramble and flushes. "Sorry, that made me sound like a seven-year-old." She says, embarrassed and feeling a bit childish. The awkwardness between them these last few months didn't really help much in making her feel better, either.

"I... I like presents, too." Lev tells her, smiling more, hoping to make her feel better. He didn't see anything wrong with her excitement about presents. He thought presents were really fun.

"Yeah, cool. Yeah." Jay says.

There's an awkward silence and after a moment, Lev turns and starts walking away since the conversation has clearly ended. But when he gets about 5 feet away, almost to the door, he stops. There was something that he'd been wanting to tell Jay for awhile now, these entire last few months, and he realizes that right now is probably his last chance to do so before they're gone and out of state. He turns back around and looks at Jay again, who's already looking back at him. "Jay?" He says.

"Yeah?" Jay asks him curiously.

"I-I need to... to tell you something." Lev admits.

Jay's head tilts to the head slightly and her brows are slightly furrowed. "What is it? You know you can tell me anything, Lev." She tells him sincerely.

Lev smiles at Jay, slowly walking back over to her again. He takes a deep breath, a little nervous but perfectly confident and certain in his realization. He looks directly into her eyes, and speaks. "I love you, Jay." He tells her softly, his voice filled with that love.

Jay's eyes widen and she gasps softly, standing there in silent shock. Lev's smile widens at her reaction, everything in his gut telling him that despite her silence, it wasn't the bad kind. After a moment, he slowly leans down and presses a soft kiss to her lips. Jay jolts slightly, but still seems to be frozen, so Lev pulls away. With one last smile at her, he then turns and leaves the room, leaving her to process what just happened.

March 26th, 1986

"Jay. Don't stop. You're the heart, remember? Tell him." Will urges.

Jay nods quickly and turns back to Lev, who's still gasping and choking on the table. "Lev? Lev, I don't know if you can hear me or not, but if you can, I want you to know that I'm here, okay? I'm right here." Jay tells him, hoping and praying that her words are getting through to wherever he is. Lev gasps as the vines keep tightening around his neck, but he tries his best to keep listening to Jay's voice, to hear what she has to say, to let her at least ground him the way she always does.

Jay continues. "And... I forgive you, okay? I forgive you and I love you. I'm sorry that I pushed you so much during that fight, I shouldn't have. I should've thought more about your side of things, but I didn't, and I'm really sorry for that. But I also accept your apology. I forgive you. I'm not even mad or upset about it anymore, okay? I promise you I'm not." She insists, trying her hardest not to cry. Lev's eyes flutter shut for a moment and despite his current situation, he suddenly feels so relieved. She forgives him.

"I should've trusted you more. I love you so much and I just don't wanna lose you. You started pulling away from me and growing distant and it made me absolutely terrified. I thought you didn't want to be with me anymore, I thought you were starting to hate me, and I couldn't handle it. I'm so scared of losing you, Lev. I really don't know what I'd do without you. I've loved you for so long, Lev. I feel like my life started that day we found you in the woods. Do you remember?" She asks him, and Lev does. He remembers it like it just happened. Every single detail in the forefront of his mind with perfect clarity. His lips quirked up at the memory, almost wishing they were back there right now.

"It was pouring down rain and you were in that giant, yellow Benny's Burgers shirt and you looked so scared and all I knew was that I needed to help you. And that I loved you. I knew, right then, in that moment, that I loved you. And I've loved you everyday since. Nothing has changed that, nothing ever could. And maybe we're not like most other couples, but we don't have to be. We can just be us. You and I. It doesn't matter how other people are, they don't decide how we show our love to each other. So what if people think we spend too much time together? It just means that we enjoy having each other around that much. I don't care what anyone else thinks, I only care about you." Jay means every single word. Other people's opinions don't matter to her, they never really have. But especially when it comes to her relationship with Lev. She's in love with Lev and she wants nothing more than to just be with him for the rest of her life and she isn't going to let anyone take that chance away from her. How their relationship dynamic works is up to no one but themselves.

Lev knows that she's right now. He wishes he had come to that conclusion much earlier, but there's no way to change it now. All he can do now is move forward and show Jay how much he truly loves her if he manages to make it through this.

"And right now, you need to pull through, okay? I need you to pull through for me, please. You can fly, you can move mountains, I believe that. I really do. But right now, I just need you to fight, okay? I need you to fight. Fight, Lev. Fight. Fight!" Jay yelled, pushing every ounce of meaning into the words.

Yes, fight. He needs to fight. Fight for her, fight for himself, fight for all of them. He needs to fight. He closes his eyes and gathers up his power, feeling the empowerment and confidence in Jay's words and allowing them to add fuel to the flame. He can do this. He can fight. And he actually believed it. He relaxes his body and he uses his powers to push at the vines with as much mental strength as he has, pulling them apart and away from himself. They slowly fall away from him as he regains control of himself and his surroundings.

Jay let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding when the lights began to flicker above them and Lev's body stopped convulsing, seemingly able to breathe again. He did it. There are various noises of relief from the other people in the room with her and she feels the same way. Now, it was time for Lev to finish this fight, and no matter how it went, Jay would be waiting for him on the other side of it. She'll always be waiting for him.

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A/N: What do you guys think?? I hope this didn’t seem too rushed, cause in certain moments I feel like I didn’t leave off well or I was a little rushed, but I also may think differently tomorrow, lmao. All feedback is much appreciated, please tell me your thoughts on this, I would love to hear all of them!!!!! Hope you’re having an awesome day/night!!!!!! 💜💜💜

[fairytaehl]

The best thing I ever did was that I met you

happy mileven week day 4! i skipped day 3 bc it was au and ummmm just promoting my own au here for the enemies to lovers one i have (Piece(s) of Me) hehe. enjoy! also on ao3 under WubADubDub.

Summary:

"Thank you, Mike," she murmured, pressing their foreheads together as she typically did.

Mike let out an airy chuckle. "Yeah. Yeah of course. Merry Christmas El."

"Merry Christmas, Mike."

He gave her forehead a soft kiss before resuming the prior position, staring into her eyes. Though he was still afraid to say it aloud, he loved her, and he would forever promise to be by her side.

Mike nervously tapped his foot on the ground at the gate exit while he awaited for El and the other's (but mostly hers, truly) arrival. They were flying back to Hawkins for Christmas and he knew El was a little anxious since it was only her third flight ever (not as though he had many to recount himself), though thrilled, to be coming here to see him and their friends again.

It was rather cold currently and he made sure to warn her of such, especially since California was so warm all year round. His only comfort that she was going to be dressed properly was that he had given her one of his sweaters through the mail not long ago in preparation for this chilly holiday season, of course, with snow present.

Truthfully, he didn't know how planes could fly so well in the snow and it did freak him out at first to even consider such a thing once he saw the weather report on the TV, so it made sense that he had to do his research extensively (perhaps too extensively, according to his friends) in the library. He was unable to help himself, he had to ensure she and the others would be okay during the long flight, even requesting Nancy to drive to the airport a little earlier than originally planned to monitor the flight in live time.

So when the people came piling out and he was easily able to pick out his girlfriend's pretty brown hair, nervous smile and wide eyes and all, being followed by the Byers, he was elated.

Sure, Hawkins was home. Sure, he had a house he lived at and slept at and ate at day in and day out that he called home. But when he held El in his arms at the airport, at that moment, he really felt that he understood when people referred to their loved ones as their home.

The days went by swiftly leading up to Christmas, and Mike could feel his anxiety rising each night he went to sleep, knowing when he woke up it would be one day closer to when he would hand El the most important gift he had saved up to purchase for her.

On the morning of there were no flurries to be seen, but the days prior had left them a bit snowed in and there still laid undisturbed snow right outside of their house. They delayed getting up, though the excitement was always about seeing what your family had purchased for you, simply to enjoy each others warmth and for Mike to prolong the embarrassing speech he had prepared. Once El wanted to get up, though, he couldn't stop them, and she bounded down the stairs to grab a hot chocolate for them both and requested they stand outside momentarily to cherish the snow. She had told him before that when Hopper had found her she had already lived days amongst the white flakes and grown to be used to them, though she didn't feel like she was able to appreciate them then and certainly not the year after when she had to close the gate and spent time recovering and relishing in their newfound relationship. As they stood overly near each other with her head leaning on his shoulder holding her halfway done mug, she said that she wanted to appreciate these small things for as long as she could, and he made a silent promise to her that he would make sure that was not only possible, but will be nowhere close to short-lived.

When the time for gift-giving came, they were called in by his mom and he felt like he could puke and turn that pure white into a gross olive green from his nerves. He could barely even tell her he loved her, how the hell was he going to do this?

But he didn't exactly have a choice since he wasn't giving himself one. Once all the presents were handed to each other and they enjoyed a Christmas TV special, his mom went to finish preparing dinner and he asked El to come to his room with him to grab something. She looked confused, no surprise there, but followed along as he tugged her hand and closed his door behind them and sat her on his bed.

Mike could tell she was eyeing him with suspicion while he fetched the small box stored away deep within his closet, so he turned around and decided to rip the band-aid off as quickly as possible.

He squeezed his eyes closed and sighed, opening them and looking at her. She looked concerned. Shit. Well, no time for cold feet now (even if it was a little chilly in his room.)

"El," he started, "I wanted to give you this," he slowly held out the red box with a small bow on it, "it's not anything crazy, y-you know, it's just, um," he scratched the back of his neck after she grabbed it to inspect it, "you mean a lot to me. You're like, the best person to ever come into my life, and I want you to always remember that even though we're really far away from each other now."

El didn't say anything for a moment as she opened the box and took out the ring, squinting and turning it around and taking it in. She glanced up at him and smiled softly. "So, this is...?"

"Uh, a promise ring! Like, meaning that we're, ugh," he groaned, this was gonna sound dumb probably, "you know, devoted to each other and stuff. I know that sounds like something adults would say so I understand—"

"No, Mike," she stood up and reached out and grabbed one of his hands, "I love it. Thank you," she said, then looked down at the ring and back up at him. "Put it on me?"

Wow, she was seriously too amazing, too sweet and too pretty to be real sometimes. But she was.

Mike nodded with surely one of his dorky smiles and grabbed the ring, leaning down and in as he was putting it on her right pointer finger after she splayed out the digits. When he backed up, they silently admired the ring together and before he knew it El had her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Thank you, Mike," she murmured, pressing their foreheads together as she typically did.

Mike let out an airy chuckle. "Yeah. Yeah of course. Merry Christmas El."

"Merry Christmas, Mike."

He gave her forehead a soft kiss before resuming the prior position, staring into her eyes. Though he was still afraid to say it aloud, he loved her, and he would forever promise to be by her side.

[dcbicki]

#MILEVENWEEK2022 Day 3: Alternate Universe

Romeo & Juliet — The truth is, I don’t know how to live without you.”

[lucascsinclairs]

Mileven Week 2022 |Day 1: Color

“I hand picked those for you in Hawkins. I know you like yellow but now I’m kind of realizing that it’s too much yellow. I know you also like purple so I got some purple as well.“

[leggomyayygo]

Mileven Week 2022

Day 1: Color

💜🌻💜🌻💜

[leggomyayygo]

Mileven Week 2022

Day 2: Stories

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[leggomyayygo]

Mileven Week 2022

Day 3: AU

A role swap AU in which the amazing @dxncingwithastrxnger and I explore a universe where Mike ("Lev") is the one to be raised in the lab and Eleven ("Jay") is the ordinary kid who takes him in. 🤗✨ Alex wrote a fic consisting of 4 "snapshots" (1 per season) and I created the illustrations above to correlate with each part.

Btw this is the first fandom collab I've ever done and MAN was it fun!! Was an absolute pleasure working with Alex and if you guys haven't already, you should DEFINITELY go give him a follow and check out his kickass fics!!! 🔥

Thank you so much ya'll!! Enjoy! 🫶

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

i want something just like this (Mileven)

A/N: Day 2 of Mileven week has arrived!!!! Guys, this story is my fluffiest yet and I also think it’s my best and favorite so far, I literally love it so much. Also, apparently I have a thing for domestic Mileven going on right now, so that’s fun, lmao. I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it!!!! I’ve always been fascinated by the “main fanfic character dreams about original storyline/timeline” trope, tbh, so I was super excited to use it in here. (Spoiler alert, I guess? It’s mentioned like once, so it’s not a super big focus technically, lmao)

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x El Hopper

Summary: Have you ever dreamt up a story so compelling that you just had to share it? Such deep lore that you knew you couldn’t just let it disappear into your subconscious? Something so complete and deep that apart of you thinks that it must be apart of some other life, some other world, some other place that is not the one you’re currently in? What was it like?

Prompt: Day 2 - Stories

Tags: Fluff, soooo much fluff, guys. Absolute teeth-rotting fluff. Annndddd, lots of dialogue to make up for yesterday’s lack of dialogue 😂

Song Inspiration: Something Just Like This By The Chainsmokers + Coldplay

Word Count: 2,386

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

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"Daddy, daddy, can you read to me again tonight?" Daisy asks her dad hopefully. Mike smiles at his daughter. They had read stories to her when she was younger, but she had insisted they stopped doing so, that she didn't need nor want them anymore. But recently, she's wanted her stories back again, and Mike and El are very happy to oblige.

"Of course, pumpkin, what story do you wanna read tonight?" He asked her, walking over to her little blue bookshelf in the corner of the room.

"I wanna read chapter 3!!" She tells him excitedly. Mike chuckles and nods his head, grabbing the paperback book laying on top of her shelves and walking back over to Daisy's bed, sitting on it next to her and leaning back against the headboard. Daisy snuggles up to his side and leans her head on his arm, watching and waiting for him to start. Mike wraps an arm around her and opens the book, flipping through the pages until he finds the beginning of the third chapter. He clears his throat and begins.

"Mike was entirely intrigued by El. There was just something about her. Something he couldn't quite explain just yet. But he was completely determined to figure it out. It was like whatever it was, was right on the edge of his mine but it wasn't really in the spotlight yet. Like it was making a slow crawl from his subconscious mind to his conscious mind. Maybe today would help him bring it all the way over. For now, he just had to focus on the task at hand, his current plans for the morning. 1.) Eat breakfast. 2.) Go down and give El breakfast. 3.) Have El go ahead with the plan he came up with last night. Once that was all done, maybe then he could focus more on other things.

He goes downstairs after getting ready for the day and takes not just two, but three waffles out of the box, once he's checked that no one else is looking. He waits for them to toast and then quickly shoves one of them into his jacket pocket, putting the other two on a plate and taking them to the kitchen table, sitting down beside his sister Nancy as he does so. He starts eating his food quickly, wanting to make sure he had the few extra minutes needed to go downstairs to El.

"Slow down, Mike, that's disgusting!" His sister complains from beside him.

Mike rolls his eyes, then gets an idea. "Did you get a lot of studying done last night?" He asks sarcastically, his mouth still full of food as he turns to look at her-"

"Why didn't he at least swallow his food first? That's gross. Boys are gross." Daisy complains from beside him.

Mike chuckles. "What, even your brothers?" He asks her, knowing that she absolutely adores her two younger siblings.

Daisy sighs. "I guess they're not as gross as other boys." She says, acting aloof.

Mike shakes his head at her fondly and continues reading right where he left off.

"Yeah, actually, I did." Nancy tells Mike matter-of-factly.

"What was your test on again?" Mike asks, tilting his head to the side as if in thought. "Human anatomy?" He asks her. Nancy gasps, offended and annoyed, and aims a kick at Mike under the table. Mike returns her annoyance and kicks her back.

"Hey, what's going on!?" Their mother asks them.

"Nothing!" Both of them say at the same time. Their mother just sighs at them and continues what she was previously doing. After that, MIke just finishes up his breakfast, puts his plate in the sink, and rushes to get downstairs. When he gets down there, he sees El awake and fiddling with his supercomm.

"Oh, hey, you found my supercomm. Pretty cool, huh? I talk to my friends with it. Mostly Lucas 'cause he lives so close. Signal's pretty weak." He tells her. She looks at him but doesn't say anything, so he continues. "I brought you breakfast." He tells her, pulling the waffle out of his pocket and holding it out to her. She takes it tentatively and begins to eat it."

Mike's next words are cut off before they can even start by another interruption from Daisy.

"Why does Mike get two waffles but El only gets one?" She asks him, looking up at her dad.

Mike tilts his head to the side, thinking for a moment, before looking back down at her. "I'm actually not sure about that, pumpkin. Maybe he couldn't take too many from the box so he only thought one would be best." He suggests. He himself wasn't even sure why it was a thing. He just knows that it's exactly how things happened in his dream, so he put it on paper the same way. It never occurred to him that it was a little random. It was more of something a child would pay more attention to than an adult, in a way.

Daisy lips turned down in a pout. "I don't think that's very fair. El should've gotten two waffles." She insists.

Mike chuckles and kisses the top of her head. "I guess you're right. I'll keep that in mind for next time." He tells her.

"Good." She says, nodding to herself as she turns back to the book in Mike's hands.

"So listen," Mike started again. "This is gonna sound a little weird, but I just need you to go out there." He pointed towards the basement door leading out into the yard and El followed his gaze before looking back at him as he continued. "Then go to the front door and ring the doorbell. My mom will answer and you'll tell her that you're lost and that you need help. But whatever you do, you can't tell her about last night or that you know me. Understand?" He asked, hoping El would get what he meant. She gave him a strange look and he tried to reassure her. "Really, it's no big deal. We'll just pretend to meet each other again. And my mom, she'll know who to call." He told her.

"No." El speaks the word that seemed to be one of the only ones she actually knew.

"No?" Mike questions her, confused.

"No." She repeats without hesitation.

"No you don't want my mom to get help?" He asks El, starting to realize that there was something more going on with this girl than he originally thought. "You're in trouble, aren't you? Who-who are you in trouble with?" He stutters, uncertain now.

"Bad." She tells him, leaving him to more interpretation.

"Bad? Bad people? They want to hurt you? The bad people?" He asks, his anxiety rising higher with each question out of his mouth. He wasn't sure why, it was more of that unexplained thing he keeps feeling with El, but the thought of someone trying to hurt El didn't sit right with Mike at all. It made him feel scared, but also angry. It wasn't a feeling that he enjoyed at all.

El reached a hand up and held out two of her fingers pressed together with her thumb sticking up, pointing it in the direction of her own head. Like a gun, Mike realized. Like someone was pointing a gun at her head. She then reached out and made the same gesture but pointing at the middle of Mike's chest this time. Then, she put her hand back down in her lap. "Understand?" She asked him quietly.

Mike nodded, swallowing. But before he could respond to her outloud, his mom called for him from upstairs. "Michael, where are you? We're going to be late. Let's go!" She tells him.

Mike quickly starts getting up, a plan already forming in his mind. "All right, I'll be back. Just stay here, okay? Stay here!" He says to El urgently, suddenly filled with a strange fear that she would decide to leave once he left the room. But El just stared at him as he stood back up, not seeming to have any plans to go anywhere else, and so Mike turned around and quickly ran up the stairs, out of El's sight."

Mike continues to read to Daisy until they've finished the entire chapter, ending off right as El promises Mike that she's okay when he finally lets her out of the closet. Mike closes the book and sets it on her nightstand, getting up and tucking her in all the way with a promise to continue the story tomorrow night. He turns off her main light and flicks on her fairy lights, closing the door behind him as he leaves the room.

He sighs softly, a smile on his face, as he walks down the hallway towards the twins' room. Since Daisy was in school, she had a more set sleep schedule. Her 3-year-old brothers, however, do not. Though it's not for lack of trying. Last he'd seen El and the boys, they were in their room cleaning up their toys from that day's play and activities. Usually once Daisy's in bed, they try their best to get their boys settled down at the very least to just do some coloring or watch a movie or two so that they're not running around while their sister is trying to sleep and they usually get to sleep easier that way.

Mike pushes the cracked bedroom door open the rest of the way gently, careful not to make too much noise in case the boys are already asleep, taking in the dark of the room. When the door no longer obstructs his vision, his face softens into an expression filled with love and affection. His wife is sitting in the middle of Jackson's bed, one hand holding a tablet that seems to be playing a movie while the other hand rests on her stomach. On either side of her are their two sons, Jackson on her right and Henry on her left, and both of them are asleep, soft snores leaving them as they lean against their mother's arms.

El looks up as Mike enters the room and she smiles brightly at him, absolutely glowing. "Hey." She whispers in greeting.

"Hey." Mike whispers back, returning her smile as he walks over to stand beside the bed.

El giggles softly as she pauses the movie playing on the tablet. "They both fell asleep right around when Merida's mother first turned into a bear." She tells him, turning the screen to show the movie on the screen, Brave.

"Oh, sleepy little boys tonight." He says, surprised.

"Apparently so." She replies. She looks up at him. "Mind helping me out of this trap they've created?" She jokes.

Mike laughs softly and nods. "Why of course, I'll get right on that." He tells her, reaching down and gently pushing his arms under Henry's back and knees, picking him up as best he can without disturbing him too much. He turns and gently lays Henry in his own bed, pulling the blanket up over him. Henry snuggles into his bed, sighing in his sleep and then laying still again. Mike leans down and kisses his temple gently before turning back towards Jackson's bed. El has now gotten up and the two of them switch places, El kissing Henry's temple while Mike kisses Jackson's.

As Mike stands up, El grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers together and heads towards the door, Mike following her lead as they leave the room and close it gently behind them.They walk down the hallway together in silence, heading towards their bedroom to settle in for the night. Once in their bedroom, El flicks on the lights and Mike walks over to their dresser to get out his pajamas for the night, humming softly to himself as he does so.

"Do you think she'll like it here?" El asks him softly. Mike turns around and sees her standing in front of their full length mirror, having taken her shirt off.

He walks over to her and gently wraps his arms around her from behind, his hands resting on her stomach. Her hands automatically come up to settle over hers and she leans back against him, Mike's chin on her shoulder. He meets El's eyes in the mirror. "I think she's going to absolutely love it here." He looks down at El's stomach. "Isn't that right, Anabelle?" Right as he asks his question, there's a strong kick from the inside of El's abdomen, and El gasps.

Mike laughs and presses his face into the side of El's. "See, she even agrees with me." Mike says matter-of-factly. He was beaming, grinning from ear to ear, and he knew that El was doing the same.

"You're such a dork." She says. "Both of you are, I just know it." She teases, rubbing at the spot that the kick came from.

Mike snorts. "She is my child after all. If not, we would have some serious problems." He retorts.

El playfully smacks his arm lightly, laughing. "Oh hush, you know she's yours." She tells him. Mike just chuckles in response. They stay like that for awhile, just holding each other and their unborn baby, enjoying the noises of nighttime in their house in contented silence. Eventually, El leans more heavily against Mike and she turns her head to gently nuzzle her nose against Mike's cheek, Mike doing the same to her in return. Then they both turn slightly and their lips connect in a sweet, soft kiss.

"I love you." El tells Mike.

Mike closes his eyes and rests his head against hers. "I love you, too. So much." He says.

"Good." El tells him, her words full of meaning that only the two of them would truly understand. And everything was exactly as it should be.

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A/N: So what did you guys think?? Please, please let me know!!! I loved this one so much, it made my heart so happy!!!! All comments and feedback are very much appreciated!!!! Hope you’re having an incredible day/night!!!!! 💜💜💜

[fairytaehl]

For the first time, what's past is past

as said in my first mileven week 2022 post, short drabble to follow the prompt! this one was kinda weird to write but i just went with it (i wasnt confident in the prompt lmao) and im satisfied enough. enjoy! crossposted on ao3 as WubADubDub

Summary: As she turned onto her back and held the comic book in one hand, letting it flop around in the air, and radio in the other, she smiled to herself. She was grateful for how she ended up and whom she had accompanying her, since it gave her new stories to replace the bad ones with. Though El knew the memories were evidence of her struggle, she felt compelled to let them fade slowly while she rebuilt her life with the people who loved her most, with Mike at the forefront of it all.

Belly pressing against her soft bed, El smiled as she read the page silently along with Mike's voice coming through the static-y radio. He was saying the lines of a Superman comic he expressed liking several times and wanted her to read, but wished to be there ("physically, or at least audibly, I guess, is fine") to hear her thoughts live and discuss her views with her and ask her a million and one questions.

She actually found herself loving this late night activity. Since she couldn't leave her home and Mike could only stay till a certain hour, or whenever Hopper just felt like kicking him out depending on his mood, it was a good reason to talk (not like they wouldn't normally, but that's not important here), and a sweet way to end her nights. Though it couldn't be done daily, it was still most evenings of the week and that was good enough.

Admittedly, not that El didn't like the comics, she found more interest in listening to Mike's excitement and how he would end up rambling after she said her own opinion. He had such an exuberating way of speaking and was passionate with the things he shared with El that she was usually more into hearing his speeches about the story rather than the rehearsed way he would read it. She felt this way about most things with him, honestly. Whenever he retold a DnD match or recounted family memories, she loved to pay attention to the simple rises and falls of his voice and, when in person, the way his expressions changed and his hands danced around. He was so expressive when he told stories, it completely contrasted to her.

She didn't have many things she could share with him that didn't pertain to her mostly blocked out child life and would ultimately make the whole conversation grim. Sometimes she would be able to talk about a movie or show she saw while Hop was at work and Mike at school, and she'd describe the plot and ask him about words she didn't know or customs she was unfamiliar with, yet that was typically the extent of things she could say. He was always such a good listener, just as good as he was at talking. Sure, she could discuss any of these things with their other friends and with Hop or Joyce, but seldom did she feel comfortable putting any weight on them, and more than anything sometimes she just wanted someone to hear her rather than console her. It was painful to relive her past but Mike once told her that her being where she was now was proof of her perseverance and survival.

As she turned onto her back and held the comic book in one hand, letting it flop around in the air, and radio in the other, she smiled to herself. She was grateful for how she ended up and whom she had accompanying her, since it gave her new stories to replace the bad ones with. Though El knew the memories were evidence of her struggle, she felt compelled to let them fade slowly while she rebuilt her life with the people who loved her most, with Mike at the forefront of it all.

[fairytaehl]

And it was all yellow

i missed the actual day one which means ill be posting two little drabbles today to celebrate mileven week! i dont plan on making them long, just short little things that are easy to push out since my mind can only process so much. i had a few different ways of writing this and i might still do it as an extra one but we'll see. enjoy! as always, cross-posted on ao3 (WubADubDub)

Summary: He was her yellow, and she would be the matching purple so to always move along and go with him no matter what.

Yellow marigolds and purple poppies up the large field in Hawkins blowing in the gentle wind that caressed El's face softly and skewed her vision with her long brown strands. The sky was a blue so light it felt blinding as she shaded her eyes with her hand, feeling an instinctual squeeze from her ever so attentive boyfriend, looking over at him and being unsurprised to see his gaze already locked on her. His dark chocolate hair was so pretty against his pale and freckled face, against his bright yellow shirt with dark orange horizontal stripes and brown shorts. The colors of it all contrasting against her pinned back, lighter caramel and deep purple floral sweater dress with her own matching black shorts. They planned for a special picnic amongst the flowers blooming in her favorite hues to celebrate her cop dad relinquishing some restrictions they've eagerly waited to break.

She doesn't remember when purple became one of her favorite colors, perhaps she just realized how nicely the color matched the other—yellow.

That one was easy to pinpoint. When she goes back to the day she escaped, something that crosses her mind fairly often, honestly, she knows exactly what she was wearing. Yellow. Just yellow. And him, his striped shirt and beige raincoat that he gave to her so quickly upon their meeting in that pouring rain. Yellow seemed to be her lucky color, and it was bright and happy and when El saw it she was brought back to that rainy night when she met him, to the fort he built for her in his basement where the lights were a shade of yellow and to the first Eggo waffle he had handed her to give her something to eat.

She looked at him now and flashbacks popped through her head, and she smiled at him and leaned in for a kiss.

When she pulled away, she was, of course, met with a "What was that for?" from the ever-so-curious boy beside her and she giggled and shrugged.

"You had something on your mouth," she settled for, even though it made no sense, and she knew that, but she also knew that he knew she knew that, so she he just laughed it off with her and pointed at a spot to settle down. One with less flowers for them to crush when they placed down their red and white checked blanket to be sat upon with their brown woven basket, simple sandwiches and carbonated drinks contained within.

As they sat upon the sheet on the vibrant green grass, the technicolor of all that surrounded her, the petals, the open field, the clouds up high and the shining light amongst them, El shut her eyes and soaked it all in, holding Mike's warm hand that whose thumb stroked the side of hers, she let herself feel that yellow, that glee that came when she was within Mike's presence or him on her mind. He was her yellow, and she would be the matching purple so to always move along and go with him no matter what.