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fairytaehl · 1 year

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In your atmosphere, in your scent that’s like flowers, I hope you can understand me like this always, for a long time

one of my favorite mileven fics ive written! its really a combo of three fics i planned on: the evolution of how comfortable they are with physical touch, a wrist kiss, and a rain kiss. it felt better to put it all in one, though maybe it could still use tweaking!

still, i love this to bits, i care sm about their relationship development and wanted to share my hopes for s5 kisses!!!

enjoy!

Summary: Physical touch was not always something that came easily to Mike Wheeler. He was stiff by nature and only settled for simple things like handshakes with his friends, tapping or nudging his older sister and the occasional required hug. Awkward was kind of his middle name.

But then El came along.

Physical touch was not always something that came easily to Mike Wheeler. He was stiff by nature and only settled for simple things like handshakes with his friends, tapping or nudging his older sister and the occasional required hug. Awkward was kind of his middle name.

But then El came along.

The impact of their two worlds colliding might as well be deemed the reason Uranus rotates on its side, a crash so strong it would forever change the trajectories of their lives.

His hugs earned more meaning, his touches more frequent and acts of undisguised care shamelessly given to those around him. Since spotting her in the forest by Mirkwood, his life had never been, and would never be, the same.

At first, it was obvious how much El had a distrust for anyone who reached out to her. The exact reasoning for why would be unknown for some time, but her flinches and closing herself off said enough to him. He was just curious when he saw her tattoo, it was impulsive and foolish and he was young, but he knew his boundaries then.

When she started to touch his arm, hold his hand, let him hug her, grasp him as she rode behind him on his bike and lean her head on him, he felt something he never had before. There was an overwhelming feeling of humble pride to be someone she trusted enough to be so physically close to, something that tugged at his heartstrings and made his heart beat faster, so much so that he hoped she didn't hear it.

There wasn't a real word for it then (that he accepted, anyways), but when he looked back on those younger days where he was unbeknownst to what the future held, to the present where he stared at her sleeping face that was still blotchy from crying in the rain earlier, pressing a kiss to her temple, he knew it had been love.

His first kiss with her was on a whim, something to get his feelings across without actually saying it. Sometimes it felt stupid to have done it then, even though they almost had in his basement's bathroom that one time, but he didn't know what else to do besides admitting he had a crush on this girl he barely knew (thanks, Lucas.) He didn't know if El even knew of the word and its meaning. The feeling, sure, but something told him there wasn't any other way to make sure she was truly aware of his feelings, so he kissed her.

The year after her disappearance saw Mike in the darkest spot he had ever been in, and somehow no one understood or wanted to sympathize. How was he supposed to move on after seeing the only girl he had ever felt romantically connected to disappear right before his eyes? How was he supposed to forget her or just remember her as some superhero who came to save the day and left when her duty was seemingly done? Call it coping with grief or whatever, but he didn't ever even believe she was gone to begin with.

And because of her, he became more attentive, more quick to physically reach out. He was afraid of losing Will again, afraid of someone else being ripped out of his hands while he wasn't close enough to grab them.

So he stayed by his side, always putting a hand or arm on him to ensure he was there and he was real (not just some memory of a best friend he lost unexpectedly), to console and ground both Will and selfishly, himself.

When day 356 came along and he saw her for the first time again, the stress and anger all washed off of him in waves and he embraced El like he never had hugged anyone else before. El, the one who showed him the meaning of genuine touches. El, the one who he fell in love with at such a tender age.

Almost kissing outside Hopper's cabin, not even caring who saw, leading her to the dance floor at his school where they finally shared a mutual kiss in front of all the other kids and their friends (and even his sister!) were moments he defined as progress. Progress for them but progress for himself, too. He didn't know how to do this dating thing, even more so since it wasn't at all conventional, so it was a guessing game. But he quickly learned that he would make himself comfortable for whatever she wanted. Kisses, hugs, touches. Even if it was foreign for him, the knowledge that she was new to this, too, only made him feel more at ease.

She would attach herself to him like a koala, and he had no gripes about it. If anything, he was overjoyed at being able to take on the role of some exquisite, totally capable, protective boyfriend as if she wasn't the one with a death toll to her name and wanted by the government.

Both hands always touching him wherever she could; his wrists, his arms, his shoulders, neck, cheeks, running through his strands of hair or lacing their fingers together, they made sure to find their place anywhere. Maybe he could admit that it comforted him to know how much she not only wanted to be with him but that maybe she was afraid to let go of him again, too.

Even when they were welcoming Dustin back from summer camp, they had to be hand in hand for the greeting, lest one of them disappears from their sight or, like it wasn't obvious already, people were unaware they were devoted to each other.

Having such casual displays of physical affection, especially amongst their friends, was rather easy for them. She could wrap her hands around his crossed arms, big doe eyes focused on what was going on but her dumpling cheek smooshed against his shoulder while she leaned as far into him as she could, and no one would ever question it. They might tease them separately, sure, but they all unspokenly knew how much it meant for them to be able to simply touch one another at all.

El never had to ask or say it; Mike would grab her hands with his and never let go, and she could hold onto him with both hands or with one, she could wrap an arm around him with a single hand while squeezing a hand tightly with her other, and she could rely on him to be there to bring her back to reality, to touch his face and to feel the strength in his grasp around her.

A lot of their kisses were mouth to mouth, but there were moments when Mike would try to do something different to make her smile extra wide, to impress her with his suave ways, to do something a little more than their typical, constant touches.

Head kisses became one that Mike did as he got taller. It wasn't one that he did too often being that sometimes they'd feel awkward, but when El was in her lowest of states, those always felt most appropriate.

If she was crying, shutting herself down, not making eye contact, he would place a soft kiss to her head to try and relieve some of the stress building up within her. She'd bring her arms around him and he would do it again until he started to pepper kisses all over her face, dotting her tears on it to stop them in their track of rolling down her cheeks.

It was one that made his heart ache to do, but he wanted to express his care for her in a way that wasn't too much, but that would be exclusive to their romantic touches. If it offered her consolation, if he got his intent across, he would feel relief that his measly, if not small, gestures could do something so comforting.

Temple kisses also were not ones he usually did, but sometimes the urge to show affection while not being too disgusting in public warranted these. Prior to the current, it had been done during the times they visited each other; the first time while they were walking down the street in Hawkins and another as they exited the airport, but another now after the one he just gave while she remained unbothered in her sleep.

Forehead kisses were more gentle, more personal, and it helped that they had the perfect height difference for them. They were the type of kiss he would give her to calm her nerves and smooth out the wrinkles forming on her forehead from worry or anger. Like when she had expressed frustration during their Thanksgiving meeting about Hopper not saying what was in his letter, visibly on the verge of tears, but he knew she would feel guilty for making their time together sad. Or like when she got mad at her Christmas visit after presenting her the promise ring, having cried from happiness but scolding herself for not even thinking to bring him anything like that in return.

Cheek kisses made him feel mushy from the cheesiness, but they were an easy sign of affection that made his girlfriend blush and smile with gee, and he would do whatever if it meant he got to see her smile.

So he'd kiss her cheek while they watched movies and he'd kiss her cheek some nights before leaving and he'd kiss her cheek as they held hands and took walks around their small, quaint town, and he'd kiss her cheek during their visits while out and about to let everyone know she was his and he was hers. Sometimes she would give him ones right back, and it was hard to ignore the way it'd give him goosebumps while simultaneously heating his body up, all thoughts stopping short as he'd goofily grin at her.

Nose kisses admittedly were one of his favorites with how he was able to make El's face scrunch up with happiness, then desperately standing up on her tip-toes to try and do the same. And what was the fun in just letting her have that? It was a perfect way to tease her, make her pout and then kiss her frown away, earning a smile from her again. Of course, he'd eventually give in and let her give his nose a peck, too, even if it felt awkward for him, he did always like it.

Bunny kisses were something he heard about from his mother, though she originally said it could be termed as an "Eskimo kiss." He preferred the former more, the name making it sound gentle and cute, a good comparison to El and her nature and their affection.

He decided to try it once while sitting in what was once Will's room on the bed during the hot summer after she had lost her powers. Their legs were crossed as they faced each other, and Mike was trying to teach her how to solve a Rubik's cube. Unprompted, and Mike completely unaware, El rested her forehead against him, stopping him in the middle of his sentence so he could look up at her. After a beat of staring, they smiled and kissed, and when they pulled away, Mike rubbed their noses against one another.

"What are you doing?" She had asked.

Mike shrugged. "Bunny kiss," he mumbled, giving her lips another peck. "Mom told me about it."

Her following giggle was music to his ears, and when she initiated the bunny kiss that next time he grinned from ear to ear.

There were a few times during that summer when they did it again, sometimes just as they snuggled in her or his room, silently spending time together while they still could.

When they had to say their goodbyes, this one came from a spur of the moment. His emotions overwhelming him, having just heard her say she loves him too meaning that she heard him, aware that she was going now for who knows how long, that it would be months before they got to hug and kiss each other again, that when they pressed their foreheads to each other after a tight embrace, he subtly rubbed their noses together. It was more comfort for himself than for her, and a mouth kiss felt like too much then. He just needed to convey that he was already missing her more than he thought was humanly possible, even though she was right in front of him. All of his insecurities crept to the top, the unsure future his reason for hugging her like it would be their last.

A couple of times while they met during the holidays and the inevitable discussion of having to say goodbye at the airport soon resulted in their faces close, El rubbing her nose against his to cheer him up. It never failed to make him smile, and he'd always follow up with a nose kiss for her tenderness.

Butterfly kisses, for once, were something El brought up to him. He had never even heard the term before, but while he was in Lenora for Thanksgiving, she asked him if he had ever heard of the term. According to her (explained after he answered with a confused "No?"), they were a type of kiss where one fluttered their eyelashes against the other person's skin or eyes.

Without him having to even ask, she pulled him close and pressed her face against his cheek, right below his eyes, blinking slowly, and it made him shiver. It was delicate, and it made him feel a little embarrassed from what felt like such an intimate and deliberate type of kiss. But he leaned his head down and placed their eyes close together to repeat the gesture, smiling when she did and gently kissing her lips. Mike wasn't sure how practical this one was, but it didn't make him like it any less, especially if she wanted it.

Shoulder kisses were something that he didn't even know were a real thing (of course they were, but what the hell did he know at fourteen?), but El's shoulder was often a place he felt at home. He knew he could tuck his head in the crook of her neck and just breathe her in, allowing her typical coconut-vanilla or lemon lavender scent to calm his nerves.

Mike had never done it before, barely even considered it (the thought fleeted before he could even process it in the moment), but when he reunited with her in the desert, kneeling down to see that she was alive, she was okay and she was there, he couldn't help himself.

Upon their embrace, he breathed her in again, even if she didn't smell like one of her usual aromas. And before they pulled away, he gave her shoulder a subtle kiss. He didn't even know if El felt it or registered it properly, but it was enough for him to be able to press his lips against some part of her to try to communicate his love for her that he had been afraid to say out loud, but not for much longer.

Rain kisses were ones he knew happened in romance movies. In real life? Well, they just seemed tacky to him. The only reason his view changed on that was the way El would coo and gape at those scenes during the romance movies he watched for her. It would be so ridiculous, truly, but he knew she would love it, and he only wanted to make her happy.

The funny thing about that was that dating El meant he felt as if he had to live up to the expectations she had from all of the films she would mention and make them watch, even if she seemed content with what they had already. With romantic gestures, touches and pet names, the only thing not being followed through with being that heavy-weighted "L" word, he'd done it all, just for her.

So during the summer before she had to leave, he knew the forecast for the day predicted a downpour. He planned the events in his head; he would go to breakfast with her and their friends, they would spend time playing video games at Dustin's house that day and then the two of them would leave right before the rainfall (not that anyone else knew), and Mike would ask if they could take a long walk home.

He and El had never walked by Mirkwood since their meeting, and though he didn't doubt her sense of memory, she probably only had an idea of the exact spot, whereas Mike had marked a tree with their initials only a couple days after her initial disappearance nearly two years ago.

There wasn't any warning before the sudden rush of rain that drenched them, and while El gasped and cowered into him, Mike held her hand tighter, saying, "Hang on, just a little further." And he wasn't lying, it was only about thirty feet more before he spotted the engraving on the wood, and he stopped right before it.

"Mike?" El tugged at his arm with both of her hands. "Mike, what are you doing? We have to go," she scolded, but laughter bubbled out at the way he was just gaping at her, not even knowing that he could feel himself falling more and more in love at that moment.

Without any more hesitation, he pressed his lips against hers for a minute, letting himself feel the rush of the moment while his clothes and hair were soaked, sticking to his skin, sure that it was the same for her.

He pulled away slowly, watching the raindrops run down her cheeks and hearing more than feeling his heartbeat pick up from admiring her beauty.

"What... was that for?" She asked, a dumbfounded smile on her face.

Mike shrugged and smiled back sheepishly. "You know, it's what they do in the movies, right?" He replied, and he saw the dots connect in her head through her eyes as he planted another kiss to her lips.

She giggled and brought her hands to his hair, and despite how the rain only got worse, they stayed in their meeting spot, expanding upon its sentimental and special meaning for what felt like hours.

Wrist kisses didn't seem to be a common thing at all, but whenever he caught El staring at her tattoo for a second too long, he always had the urge to grab her arm and give the mark a gentle kiss. It made him feel kind of pathetic for thinking that a kiss would help to ease the memories that came with her unconsented brand, but he only wanted to make sure there were no doubts in her mind about his devotion to each and every part of her.

As per usual, El was about to go off on her own to save the world and this time had been incredibly clear to everyone that she didn't want to be stopped.

"If Vecna is going to be killed by anyone, it will be by me," were the final words said to end the argument amongst them all, and though hesitation was clear on everyone's faces, Mike was the only one who followed her when she stepped out to the front of the cabin to be alone.

By the way he saw her shoulders raise up, he knew she could tell he was there, of course, but she kept on walking further into the woods where he followed, both indifferent to the drizzling that was present. He rolled his eyes, but he wasn't angry at her, he understood, there was just no holding back his exasperation.

As El stomped on through the crisp leaves, Mike tried to call for her several times. She ignored each of his attempts for nearly half a mile, never telling him to go away or trying to stop him with her powers, but not giving him any type of response, either.

Surmising it may not be a good idea but still going through with it anyways, Mike jogged through the now pouring rain up to her and grabbed her shoulder, effectively stopping her, and he knew it was since she let him.

El turned around and glared at him, but it contained no malice, only general distaste for her walk to clear her head having been interrupted. He wanted to hug her and comfort her, but he couldn't do so without speaking to her about this first.

"What?" She asked, voice monotone and near cold.

An angry huff escaped his lips as he shrugged his shoulders and raised his hands up in question only to drop them down to his side again, followed by a plop from the dampness. "El, seriously? What are you even thinking right now? You wanna go and be this independent superhero again?" He knew he sounded angry, but after all this time, he couldn't grasp why she didn't want help.

El shook her head. "Mike. I am not fighting you on this," she warned. "I am doing this alone and you cannot stop me from that." A surprising pause that had him holding his breath, and then, "Please... stop," she pleaded, and even though she tried to come off as mad, he could see through her facade, learning how to read her long ago.

Despite how much he wanted to respect her wishes, especially since it was a trait that came naturally with her, he couldn't bear to keep his mouth shut this time, to let her walk away while all he did was stand there and watch.

"El," Mike started, voice firm even though he saw her eyes start to water, "you're going to sacrifice yourself again for what? Why can't you just accept help? Why can't we help you? Why can't I help you?"

He saw her swallow thickly, shutting her eyes for a moment to presumably hold back tears before opening them up to stare at him, the action unfruitful as tears welled up and spilled out. She hiccuped, and for a moment Mike wanted to forget the argument and let her have her way, unable to stand to see her cry, but this was one thing he had to put his foot down for.

"Mike, please—"

"No, El," he cut her off and took a step closer, and goddammit the fear in her eyes almost made him stop but he wasn't going to. "You almost died last time. Do you understand that?" El nodded in response, rain droplets on her face making her tears look like they came in an abundance, tempting him to wipe them all away. "El, if you go this time," he took a deep breath in through his nose, afraid to even speak this into existence, "this could be one of the last times I ever see you."

He watched her crumble and close in on herself, shaking her head and shivering from her sobs and the cold. He felt himself start to cry, vision becoming blurry at the sight of the girl he loved most feeling this way because of him. It took him back to their argument in her California home, but this was an entirely different situation, and he couldn't let her leave this time without him.

El didn't even respond, words failing her every time she tried, and all she was able to do was wipe away her tears with the back of her hands. At this point, Mike was unable to control himself, grabbing her left forearm right below her tattoo and bringing it to his lips to place a soft, lingering kiss, rain trailing down her arm and building up where his mouth met her skin.

Mike felt her tense up and stare at him, but he closed his eyes for a few seconds, taking another deep breath through his nose and grabbing her left wrist with both of his hands as he pulled away and looked at her.

"I love you, El. And I can't lose you," he whispered loud enough for her to hear over the pitter-patter of the rain hitting the dirt, observing the way her eyebrows drew together and her eyes softened.

It wasn't the first time he had said those words since that moment at Surfer Boy's Pizza, but it had been during sweet, romantic moments where they gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. This time was unlike the others, maybe more impactful than some of those prior, and he could see that recognition within El's stare.

She shook her head and gave him a sad smile, and he was afraid she was about to burst into tears again as she reached up to touch his cheek with one of her hands. "Mike," she sighed out shakily, "I love you, too." El glanced down and wet her lips, eyes trailing back up to his. "I'm sorry."

Mike hushed her, touching her forehead with his. "You don't have to be, El." He gave her head a kiss. "I know how much this means to you, trust me, I do." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "But you know how hard this is for me, too, right?" He placed his lips to her forehead. "I don't know if I can stand to do this again." He kissed each of her cheeks. "I don't know if I can let you go off on your own again." He gave her nose a kiss. "I want to be by your side this time, El." He touched their foreheads and noses together, rubbing them together twice. "I want to be by your side through everything." He fixated his eyes on hers to read her reaction, unblinking.

When she fluttered her eyelashes against his slowly, he felt his world complete, and he silently thanked her, and himself, for the way they learned to communicate their love through touch alone.

#mileven #mileven fic #mileven fanfic #mike x el #mike x eleven #el x mike #eleven x mike #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #mileven fanfiction #mi escrito

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beth-march · 2 years

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I wrote a fic about Mike giving El her promise ring!

never been a liar, i’m a lilac

“You got me this to promise that we’ll stay together? Forever?”

It’s Thanksgiving, 1985, and Mike is visiting the Byers in California for the first time. He has a gift to give to El, that doubles as a promise - a golden ring, with a ruby stone.

Read on AO3 here

#this would’ve been out hours ago but my mum kept putting on ninja turtles movies and distracting me #belle writes #stranger things #mileven #mileven fanfic #mike x eleven #mike wheeler #el hopper #eleven

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 1 year

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remember that night? (Mileven)

A/N: Soooo, this was very impromptu because I heard the song that inspired this and suddenly I couldn't get this whole idea/concept out of my head, so hear you go!!!! Please, this took me forever, I started this at like 6am and it's currently 8:38am, I've been sitting on the kitchen floor for 2 hours typing this out on my phone 💀💀💀 I'll come back to this later in the day and proofread plus add stuff like a moodboard and word count and whatnot!!! Thank you for reading!!! I hope you enjoy!!!! Lemme know what you think of this one :DDD

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x El Hopper

Summary: El gets an unexpected call from her ex and it leads her into a spiral all over again.

Tags: Angst, that’s pretty much all this is, folks

Word Count: 1,957

Song Inspiration: This is a song fic. All the bold italic lines are song lyrics from a song called remember that night? By Sara Kays :)))

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

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The day after you said goodbye

El placed her shaking hands flat on the counter, her breathing shallow. She was trying to ground herself, focusing on the cold of the granite, the strange, natural patterns that were in it.

All I did was lay in bed and cry

As she was counting her breaths, somewhere around 37, her phone started ringing again and she flinched, her eyes flying open. Her phone screen was lit up, that dreaded number appearing on it. She knows it's the same number. How could she not? She has it memorized, imprinted in her mind. There's no way she could forget it no matter how much she wants to.

But after one month, I started to move on

El swallowed roughly, staring at the phone screen until her vision of it turned blurry. She blinked rapidly and turned her face away, but as always, she was drawn right to him. Her eyes betrayed her and strayed back to the phone, zoning in on the answer button.

And after two, I felt alright

Before she could even think about her split-second decision, her hand was reaching for the phone. She took a deep breath. Was she really going to do this? A tear involuntarily slipped down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away in frustration. She'd gotten this far, and it was clear he was only going to keep calling. This was the third time his number had popped up. She closed her eyes, counted to three, and pressed the little green button as she put the phone to her ear.

Then three months in, you were off my mind

"Hello?" She asks, hoping her voice doesn't sound as unsteady to him as it does to her.

"El, thank goodness. You finally picked up." Mike says, his voice full of both relief and trepidation.

As soon as he speaks, more tears instantly fall down her cheeks and she has to cover her mouth to stifle a gasp that's made its way from her lips.

And month four and five, I was living my life

"...El?" He asks her after her end stays silent for too long, sounding even more uncertain now.

"Y-yeah, I'm here. I-I'm here." El tells him, cursing herself for stuttering.

"Oh, good, good." Mike says, then falls silent.

I was better and didn't have to try

"Sooo... is there a reason you called?" El asks him, a part of her genuinely curious. The rest of her just wants to run away and never speak to him again. Just like she had originally planned. She didn't realize that he would be the one coming back and ruining those plans.

"Oh yeah! Yeah, definitely, um," Mike paused. "Sorry, I guess I just, I don't know... In all honesty, I didn't really have an exact plan for what I would say if you actually picked up the phone." He admitted sheepishly.

El's lips quirk up and she speaks before she can think about her next words. "You never really were one for plans in the first place." She whispers.

"You're totally right." He whispers back, and she can practically see the grin stretching across his face now. It both made her flinch and drew her in closer to her phone. Damn him.

Not to think of you, 'til you reached out

"So," She licked her lips to wet them. "What have you been up to?" She asks him, her voice still low and soft, just right above a whisper.

"N-not much, really. I mean, hanging out with the guys, playing games, school, trying to find a job." He scoffs a little at the end.

El nods, turning her back to the counter and lowering herself to the ground, sitting on the floor cross-legged, her back against the kitchen cupboards. "Sounds fun." She says, trying to make her voice sound light.

And said, "Remember that night?"

"Yeah, I guess." He says. "What about you, though, El?"

El chews on the inside of her lip, her hand balling into a fist on her knee at his constant use of her name. There was nothing wrong with the way he said it, with the way he always seemed like he wanted to say it as much as possible. And that was the problem. Whenever he says her name, his voice goes all gentle and soft, as if just the name itself was this precious thing that had to be handled carefully. Her entire body was shaking by this point.

"I haven't been up to very much either, honestly. Just the same old things. School and home and dance." She tells him honestly. She leaves out the part where she mostly stays at home nowadays in order to avoid seeing him.

We went for a drive, 2:30 in the morning

There was silence for a moment, and right as she was about to ask if he was still there, he suddenly spoke again. "I miss watching you dance." Mike told her truthfully. His voice was uncharacteristically shaky and it gave her pause. Did he mean...? She gritted her teeth. No, she couldn't let herself read too far into it. She couldn't let herself have hope.

She shakes her head at herself. "Yeah, it was always really fun when you were around for practice." She admits.

The air around them was heavier than before, if that was at all possible. Something had changed on Mike's end. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. But it was definitely there.

Suddenly, Mike lets out a little laugh. "Do you remember the first recital of yours that I ever went to?" He asks her, something in his voice that she couldn't read very well.

I kissed you, it was pouring

She couldn't help but share in his amusement a little bit, the memory always making her smile even if it was not tainted beyond repair. "Of course I do. How could I not? It was the one and only time I'd ever tripped in front of a live audience." She says, her cheeks burning with both leftover embarrassment and something else that she didn't want to think about.

He laughs again, this one less hesitant. "You took one look at me and your eyes got so big. And then you tripped and I felt like this big douche for not even telling you I was coming, but then you got back up and carried on as if nothing had happened." Mike pauses, and El hears him let out a slow, shallow breath. "And after that, everytime you managed to lock eyes with me, your eyes would shine even brighter, if that was even possible, and your smile would get impossibly wide. You were grinning as if you were the luckiest person in the world, just cause I showed up to see you dance in front of a whole crowd of people. That's when I knew I'd made the right choice in showing up that night." He told her, his voice dropping back down to a whisper during his entire admission.

We held each other tight before the night was over

El felt like she couldn't breathe. Her chest was tight and her eyes burned and every part of her felt physically numb. Like if she tried to move, she'd just fall over and stay stuck there until her limbs decided to wake back up.

Despite how she felt, clearly at least some parts of her could still function because without her consent, her mouth opened and spoke. "That's because at the time, I felt like I was the luckiest person in the world." She tells him, her voice so quiet that she wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't heard her. "You made me feel that way" was left unspoken.

You looked over your shoulder

Despite what she had hoped, he did hear her. "Did I really?" Mike asked El. His voice was a strange mix of hopeful and confused.

El's brows furrow. Hadn't she told him that so many times before? While they were dating? Why was he so surprised? She asks herself, feeling just as confused as he sounded. "Of course you did. You made me feel incredible." She insists, not being able to stand for him not knowing it, no matter what's happened between them now. How could he not know that?

Oh, I was doing fine

Mike let out a self-deprecating scoff. "I didn't realize you actually meant that." He whispers again, voice now dripping with resentment and frustration. Something told El that it wasn't directed at her, which only made her more concerned.

"Mike," She starts, pausing when she hears a sharp intake of breath on his end. That's when she realizes that this is the first time she had said his name outloud this whole time. She pushes forward and continues, ignoring his reaction. "Are you okay?" She asks sincerely, genuinely wanting to know.

You said, "Remember that night?"

Mike clears his throat louder than necessary. "I-I mean, I'm, I'm o-okay." He stutters out unconvincingly.

El's lips turn down further. "No, Mike, you're not." She says softly.

"No, El, seriously, I'm fine." He insists, managing not to stutter through his lie this time. "You don't have to worry about me at all."

"Remember that night?"

"Do you promise?" She questions, testing him. Both of them know the significance of a promise. Especially to each other. At least, they both did when they were still together. She could only hope that it still held that same importance for him.

He stayed silent and this time she just waited. Waited to see if he would say it or if he would keep their silent, unspoken agreement. Half of her hoped that he would break it just so that she could convince herself that their breakup was the right choice for the both of them. So that she could convince herself that it never would've lasted. The other half of her, the traitorous half, was filled with hope that he wouldn't break it, that he wouldn't let her down, that he was still that same boy she still loved no matter how hard she tried not to.

Oh, I was doing fine

Finally, he spoke up. "E-El, I think I should g-go." He tells her, the tone of his voice not as easy to read as before. "I shouldn't of called anyways."

The tears return to El's eyes again at his words. He's leaving me again. She can't help but think, though she knows it's not quite the same as before.

"O-oh, o-okay." Is all she can manage to get out, her throat burning.

"I'm...sorry for bothering you." He says before he hangs up, her phone beeping to let her know that the call had ended.

You said, "Remember that night?"

She slowly lowers the phone away from her ear and places it on the ground beside her, staring forward blankly as tears start spilling from her eyes. Suddenly, she can't hold it back anymore, and she breaks. A loud, gut-wrenching sob punches it's way from her throat like a cry for help and she falls to the floor on her side, curling up into a ball and holding herself as best as she can.

After a moment, she hears running footsteps, and then her dad and stepmom are entering the kitchen, looking frantic. She doesn't care, doesn't react to their entrance, barely even spares them a glance. She isn't able to even if she wanted to.

"Remember that night?"

The next thing she knows, Joyce is lifting up the top half of her body and pulling El halfway into her lap, wrapping her arms around her in a tight embrace, running her hands through El's hair and pressing kisses to the crown of her head.

El latches onto Joyce's arms like they're her lifeline, and maybe they are. She sobs and cries and whimpers, at some point feeling a gentle hand on her ankle that she assumes is her father's. She lets it all out as Joyce tries her best to convince her that it'll all be okay. El hopes that she's right.

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A/N: What do y'all think of this one??? Do we like the song fics or nah?? 👀 Lemme know, please!!! If you guys want me to, I can make a part 2 and maybe even write this part again but from Mike's pov!!!! Lemme know which you want or if you want both, pretty please!!!! It'll be greatly appreciated!!!!! Hope you're having an amazing day/night!!!!! 💜💜💜

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claire-de-lune · 2 years

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Can someone write a fanfic where El meets Mike’s nana 🥺 and she falls in love with El, and is super happy for Mike for finding such a great girl and match.

#Mileven #Mileven fanfic #Mileven fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fanficiton

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truessences · 2 years

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Getting ready to work on the last chapter for this Mileven fic!

#mileven #mike x el #mike wheeler #el hopper #writing fanfiction #fanfiction #mileven fanfiction #mileven fanfic

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mefistofeleswassupidk · 2 years

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what is the best mileven fanfiction? can you recommend me some?

#mileven #mileven fanfiction #mileven fanfic #elmike #mikeel #mike wheeler #eleven hopper

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mellohicatchirp · 2 years

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Looking for a mileven fanfiction!!!

I found the story around 4 years ago on wattpad. The plot was very unique and I’m so frustrated that I didn’t save the fic or write the name down.

The story was an AU where Mike and Jane (El) met at a party in college. Someone drugged El’s drink and Mike found her passed out on the stairs or something and saved her.

Something happens to El’s memory in the story where she passes out at the party and wakes up 5-10 years in the future. She is married to Mike with a kid but she can’t remember the missing years of her life and it freaks her out. This makes her distance herself from Mike and her friends, Max and Lucas, because she doesn’t remember them. She remembers her ex boyfriend and ex friend Violet and is more curious in finding out what happened to them and why they are no longer a part of her life.

Anyone know where I can find this fic? I know it’s not too much to go off of but it’s what I can remember after all this time.

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lesbianpanic2 · 1 year

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I’ll never get over this lmfao he is such a bitch. mean girl energy is off the charts. I love him.

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thesrctsoftheuniverse · 8 months

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not to be dramatic or a hater but steddie fics that have byler remain one-sided make me want to end it all

how can you see the potential with steve and eddie but not the potential for mike liking will back?????

byler rules all, idc what anyone else thinks

you think byler is unrequited? WRONG

#i read steddie fics btw im not a steddie hater #just sick of people acting like mileven is even remotely a realistic or healthy relationship that would last #eleven was literally free from the lab for less than a week before mike kissed her you think she knew what was going on????????#also mike is gay with comphet and internalised homophobia #you can’t change my mind #byler endgame #byler #steddie #byler is canon #fanfic #ao3

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frozenfrogz · 3 months

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Do I want winter byler? Yes.

Do I need winter byler? Yes.

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fairytaehl · 2 years

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she stole his shirt, he fell in love

Decided to upload one of my Mileven fanfics here off of ao3 (WubADubDub) just for exposure sake. If people like it then I'll consider posting the others on here.

Summary: The Hellfire shirt. He had gushed about it in his letters, how Eddie pitched the idea right before Halloween and when he made the order in late November. At the airport he told her they were given to the members by him as a Christmas gift, and he didn't wear it then, he was saving it for the first day back. But he had mentioned he tried it on right before she came. Which meant he was still lingering on the fabric.

Alternatively, Eleven wears Mike's Hellfire tee.

Rays of blue and white with faint hints of orange and yellow hitting the brunette's face in the early hours of the morning caused her to stir. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times as they adjusted to the light, followed by her fists coming up to rub the drowsiness away as she stretched her legs. When she extended her arms, lids squeezed shut, she felt herself tap the body beside her.

Eyebrows raised up high, she landed her eyes on the boy beside her. He was looking at her from the soft nudge, one side of his mouth curling up in a grin. Absent-mindedly, she softly smiled back, fixated on him.

"Goodmorning," he said, his voice clear of grogginess, meaning he had been up for some time already.

Eleven gave a nod of her head unconsciously. "Good... morning," she replied quietly.

Unable to help herself, she was taking in all of his features. He was holding a book about Albert Einstein, someone he explained briefly to her before, in his hands, one of the gifts he received from his family yesterday for the holiday. How he was able to take in all of that complicated information when the sun was barely up in the sky was beyond her.

But it was something she loved so much about him. She loved how he was so studious, so intelligent but humble about it, still carefree and dorky, yet able to be serious and clearheaded. Posing himself as nonchalant, distant and cool, when underneath it all he was a bit shy, really nerdy and at times, emotional. All of it she loved. And even if the days grew twice the size, it still wouldn't be enough time for her to wax poetic about the way she considered his every trait.

His hair was getting longer, too. She thought maybe he was letting it grow out because Eleven played with it and was consistently running her fingers through the strands. His freckles looked barely visible against his already pale skin, unexposed to any summer sun during these cold months. His eyes looked gorgeous, she could get lost in them forever (a phrase she adopted from hearing girls in her school say it.)

A hand waved once over her face, stirring her out of her enchanted state of mind.

"Hello? Earth to El? Did you hear me?" Mike asked, a chuckle slipping between his lips, surely knowing what was going on in that head of hers. She wondered if he had ever done this, too.

(He did. He even did it that morning, when he had woken up before her. For over twenty minutes he was unable to pull himself away from drinking up all of her sleeping beauty, mulling over how he felt so plain in comparison to her excellence. Booksmarts be damned, his girlfriend had the bravery, selflessness and compassion that he could only dream of having half of. She was the embodiment of what it means to love.)

Eleven shook her head, still in a daze, a sheepish smile on her face. Mike leaned down to kiss her gently, and she could feel his smile against hers. When he pulled away, touching their foreheads and leaving barely any space between them, he stared at her eyes, and she matched him, the insides of her stomach doing cartwheels.

"I asked if you slept okay," he explained in a whisper, using one hand to cup her cheek, something she only let him do in their most tender of moments, and the other to place the book face down.

For the second time in a short span, she raised her eyebrows, nodding intently and biting her bottom lip, leaning into his touch. Her hands were grasping at the sweats ( his sweats) beneath the blanket, heart throbbing from how he eyed her, as if reading her very soul.

Mike let out another laugh, and twisted his body slightly so he could be more comfortable as he went in to kiss her again, planting his hands over hers. He lifted them up to his neck, then dropped his, this time pressing them against her thighs to hold himself steady.

Without hesitation, Eleven began to dishevel his hair, finding comfort in how her digits got lost in those dark curls. She bent her knees to bring her calves closer and beneath her, turning so she was completely facing him.

It was chaste, it was simple, but it was them, and it was bliss.

They had plans, of course, they were always going to have a schedule when visiting one another, but El was more than content to stay in his room and just kiss, kiss, kiss. No matter what all their friends and family thought, she was happy passing time learning how gentle he could be, kissing her with care, kissing her with tenderness. She felt engulfed in his every move.

She was attached to him, she was well aware of this. Maybe a little more than was healthy, based on others' reactions, but how could she not love the guy who took her in, never questioned or pressured her, did his best to understand her and make her feel like a regular person? She was going to let herself stay this way. She felt like how when sap dripped down a tree, it would stay connected to the bark, despite every new part or rough edge it came across. Nobody was perfect, people said, but being imperfect is what made him perfect for her. It wasn't as if she hadn't had problems of her own.

"Michael!" Karen screeched suddenly. Eleven didn't think she was yelling for him before, but it didn't sound like it was the first time she called.

They broke apart, a look of fear spreading across Mike's features. He pulled away from Eleven, and unfortunately she had to release his soft hair (she had convinced him to start using conditioner in one of their calls after seeing him at Thanksgiving and tutting him for the texture) in this process, releasing an unintentionally loud sigh, earning a look from him to her as he got up, book carelessly falling to the floor. "Hang on, stay right here. I'll see what she wants and guess I'll grab some water for us, okay?" And then he was out his door and down the stairs.

El pouted and sat in the bed for a moment, hands folded above the blanket. Maybe this meant they'd be going out soon, if she was calling him down for breakfast or something.

Ugh.

She kicked off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, puckering her lips a bit before standing up. As she stepped over to her luggage, which she left unpacked there seeing as it wasn't a long stay, she glanced over at his closet.

It was closed, and yet something was drawing her to it. She stepped nearer, curiosity taking over. When she put her hand on the doorknob, she felt a strange wave of caution envelop her. Why did it feel like she was doing something wrong? It was just her boyfriend's clothes, right?

Feeling like she had to, she braced herself. Whatever was behind that door, if she didn't like it, she'd forget she ever saw it. So in a quick motion, she turned the knob and pulled the door.

And what she saw was exactly what one would expect. Clothes.

Letting out a weird sigh of relief, she stared longingly at the multitude of options. She didn't want to entertain what she was worried about; it wasn't there, it didn't matter, Mike still wanted her.

Taking another step forward, into the closet this time, her fingers danced across the garments he was hanging up. Sweaters, dress shirts, jackets and…

A puff of air left her lungs. The Hellfire shirt. He had gushed about it in his letters, how Eddie pitched the idea right before Halloween and when he made the order in late November. At the airport he told her they were given to the members by him as a Christmas gift, and he didn't wear it then, he was saving it for the first day back. But he had mentioned he tried it on right before she came. Which meant he was still lingering on the fabric.

She grabbed the hanger it was upon with such consideration, bringing it towards her so she could get a proper look at it. In her opinion, it was bitchin'.

Although it felt like she was doing something bad, she thought it was harmless. All she would do is put it on, look in the mirror, and take it off and place it right back. That was all. Mike didn't even have to know.

She placed it on the bed and slipped off her shirt, leaving that upon his blanket. She gently took the top off the hanger, and worried her bottom lip between her teeth right before taking the plunge and putting it on.

Nothing happened. The world didn't shift into the Upside Down, no one was there to say anything. She was okay.

Until she wasn't.

"Hey, El," a sigh, "Sorry about that–" came exasperatedly, but stopped short.

Eleven turned to him, surely looking like a deer lost in headlights (another phrase she had heard at school.) He was holding two glasses of water, as he said he would be. He looked stiff, his knuckles turning white from the tightening grip he had on the cups.

Uncontrollably, she started to feel like she was going to cry. Was he mad at her? But she had worn his clothes in the past and never seen a reaction like this. Oh, she was so stupid. He was clear about how personal this was, and to be doing this, well, she was foolish.

She began to play with the hem of the shirt, always needing to toy with something when she got overwhelmed or anxious. Her eyes cast down but then looked back up and then down again. Why wasn't he speaking? Was he that upset?

But she had no idea. No clue that Mike's brain was currently in overdrive, his thoughts running a mile a minute.

She looked adorable, she was wearing his shirt?, she couldn't be prettier, that was his shirt she was wearing his shirt, he kinda wanted to give it to her, but then he wouldn't be able to wear it enough for her to have his smell on it dumbass, but she looked so cute , it was so big on her.

All of this and more, crossing his mind within the ten seconds of, for her, unbearable silence.

She couldn't take it, and glanced up at him and opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong. But he was far too quick, reading her body language immediately, as he had spent so much time perfecting doing so.

He placed the glasses on his dresser (a bit roughly, as a little water splashed over the edges), and took the one big step needed to place his hands on her waist and lean himself down to touch his lips to hers.

Shock would've been an understatement, Eleven felt completely floored. If he was upset, he wouldn't kiss her. She didn't see that in the movies, so… maybe he wasn't mad at all?

As soon as it happened, though, he pulled his face back slightly. Dammit, how was his expression still unreadable?! Could he speak already? It was making her feel crazy.

But he felt crazy, too. His stomach was doing flips at how beautiful and precious she looked at the same time. She was wearing his shirt. A shirt that was (sorta) personally for him, a shirt he would be wearing as part of his identity in school, and he knew she knew that. He spoke ceaselessly about it. He couldn't stop himself from smiling.

"If you like it, I'll bring it to California when I come see you again, ya know, a-after I've worn it more," he babbled out, the words leaving his mouth before his brain could register them.

El tilted her head to the side a bit. "So… you're not mad?" She asked in a murmur, holding the bottom of the shirt in soft fists.

Mike scrunched his face in confusion. "What? No! El," a surprised, short laugh, followed by a concerned face, "why would I be mad?"

Now she felt stupid again. She looked down at her feet, shrugging.

But the boy in front of her was determined to not let her shutdown because of this. He used one hand to place a finger under her chin and guide her eyes towards him, the other grabbing her hand.

"El, there's no reason for me to be mad at you. You've done nothing wrong. If, um, anything," he raised an eyebrow and broke eye contact, "it makes me pretty happy seeing you wear this," he admitted, locking eyes again.

Eleven felt a rush of heat throughout her body. Oh. Well, that was a good thing to hear. Really good.

Mike clicked his tongue. "A-and uh, I mean it," he added on, glancing around nervously. "If you want to wear it later, I mean. Y-you can, I don't mind," he offered, his facial expression having gone from confident to shy.

The brunette couldn't help the shameless grin that formed on her face. She used the hand that he was not holding to place it upon his cheek.

"Mike," she began, gazing lovingly at him and capturing his attention, "I'd like that a lot."

Her boyfriend looked as if he was rendered speechless, gaping mouth as he nodded before saying, "Oh, cool, yeah c-cool. I'll bring it. I will. For you."

El's smile got even wider, and she placed a kiss upon his mouth.

Months later, when he would visit her for spring break, the shirt that he wore once a week since that conversation would be right in his suitcase as he flew to California.

#mileven #stranger things fanfic #mileven fanfic #mileven fanfiction #mike x eleven #eleven x mike #mike x el #el x mike #idk how to tag?#mi escrito

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