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fairytaehl · 1 year

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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.

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"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.

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dcbicki · 1 year

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#MILEVENWEEK2022 Day 3: Alternate Universe

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

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lucascsinclairs · 1 year

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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.“

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leggomyayygo · 1 year

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Mileven Week 2022

Day 1: Color

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#mileven #milevenweek #milevenweek2022 #mike wheeler #eleven #el hopper #mike × eleven #eleven x mike #stranger things #st #fanart #leggomyayygo #ayygo draws!#illustration #procreate #digital art

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leggomyayygo · 1 year

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Mileven Week 2022

Day 2: Stories

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#mileven #mike wheeler #eleven #el hopper #st #milevenweek #milevenweek2022 #milevenday #stranger things #fanart #procreate #digital art #ayygo draws!#leggomyayygo #mike × eleven #eleven x mike

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leggomyayygo · 1 year

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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! 🫶

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 1 year

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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!!!!! 💜💜💜

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fairytaehl · 1 year

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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.

#mileven fanfic #mileven fanfiction #mileven au #mileven #mike x el #el x mike #mike x eleven #eleven x mike #milevenweek #mileven week #milevenweek2022 #mileven week 2022 #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #mi escrito

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fairytaehl · 1 year

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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.

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 1 year

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when you and i were forever wild (Mileven)

A/N: Hey guys!!!! I have officially started my Mileven week stories!!! I am SO excited for the stuff I’m gonna be putting out for y’all this week, tbh. This is the story for today’s prompt!!! Super late in the day, but I’m still getting it out before midnight which is all that really matters by this point 😅 But I really hope you guys like this one, I’m so proud of it!!!! I hope you enjoy it!!!!

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x El Hopper

Summary: Have you ever been in a connection that was so profoundly complicated that even your souls just know that it’s important? That to even the deepest parts of your subconscious, the true depth of the connection is completely indescribable in known words? Do you know what it’s like to have a home in someone else and be completely confident that it will never be lost?

Prompt: Day 1 - Color

Tags: Fluff, slight angst, lots and lots of love, uuuhhhh, I’m sorry guys but there’s literally no outloud dialogue at all. It was done on purpose, actually, and it’s something I’ve never done before, so I find it very interesting. I think that’s it for this one, tbh

Song Inspiration: Young and Beautiful By Lana Del Ray

Word Count: 2,572

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

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Everyone is slowly gathering around them, getting up from their seats and making their way towards the couple at the center of attention. A table sits beside them, ribbons in a whole rainbow array of colors laying across it. The priestess officiating the ceremony smiles fondly at the people in front of her. She walks a few steps forward as the last of the crowd comes forward and she gently reaches for the bride and groom. She takes the left hand of the long, black-haired man and the right hand of the brunette woman and connects them, guiding them to latch onto each other's wrists gently. As she did so, she saw them grab each other's free hand, intertwining their fingers together and staying that way. The older woman's smile turned nostalgic. This is why she did this job.

Mike and El look at each other with matching expressions of joy, excitement, and love, their mouths turned up in the biggest of smiles. Their priestess then announces that it's time to start, and Karen Wheeler, Joyce Hopper, and Jim Hopper step towards the table. The parents get first pick, then whoever claims the spot first gets to go next and so on. The ribbons are all meant to be gifts. The colors are symbols and representations of what exactly that gift is. Everyone gets to choose up to three colors each and they will then tie it around the bride and groom's hands and wrists, binding them together for the entire rest of the night.

The parents pick their ribbon colors and present them to their children, and then the rest of their guests make their way through the same exact process. Each color being placed around their hands, some repeating, but different people made each one mean something more, and that was most important. The people themselves. Especially Mike and El. They stared deep into each other's eyes and knew they were thinking the same things. Knew that they were reliving the same moments. Every single moment together that led them to exactly this moment. The most important one of all. As everyone else returns to their seats, the young couple looks down again at the array of colors that was taken from the table and placed around their hands instead. They looked and admired and took a moment to appreciate every single color. Each and every one.

White - Peace, sterility, purity.

A kiss on the cheek. The brush of a hand. Tight embraces. Lingering glances. That first kiss directly on the lips, only confirming what they already knew deep down. They were so young, but not so young that they couldn't see how clearly they were meant to be connected in this way.

There was that first day, that first time they had snuggled up together. They hadn't really thought much of it at the time. They had hugged. They were 13 years old and El had just given Mike a friendship bracelet and he was thanking her. As soon as they wrapped their arms around each other, there was something of an instant calm and relaxation between them. Suddenly, they clung to each other, wanting nothing more than to just stay exactly where they were, in each other's arms.

In complete silence, without a single outloud communication from either one of them, they move over to the basement couch and snuggle up together, Mike all the way in the right corner against the arm and El snuggled into his side, her head on his shoulder as Mike keep his arm wrapped around her. He turns on the tv and finds a movie for them to watch, and they stay that way for the rest of the afternoon, perfectly content to just be with each other and nothing else.

Maybe it was then they should have realized that something more was between them than just friendship, but it never really crossed their minds back then and it still took them awhile to get exactly where they were meant to be. But that time they spent together just led them one step closer to their future union and it's always been such a special moment to look back on, even now. They'll remember that feeling for many years to come.

Gray - Stability, boredom, death, standstill.

It took them another year after that. But it wasn't without struggle. Not quite having their feelings for each other figured out just yet, there were other people that caught their interest on occasion. It was all very fleeting, but it definitely didn't go unnoticed by the other one. The feeling of envy, so strong when they saw each other with someone else. And yet still, they didn't really understand it. See, it wasn't exactly that they were completely clueless to their feelings for the other person. They knew without a doubt that their connection was something much more than that of the connections they held with their other friends. But what was their connection really?

A strange sort of wisdom for 2 barely teenagers. But it was something inside of them. Something telling them that they must figure this out before progressing any further. But it was difficult. It was like needing to figure out the components of a brick wall, down to the very compounds of the chemicals used in the creation of it, with only the brick wall itself as your tools and clues. And they had reached a stalemate. One that neither was very sure how to get out of. But eventually they made it out of there. Eventually they made it to the other side of their difficult time, and things soon enough became much, much clearer after that.

Brown - Comfort, safety, nature.

At age 15, Mike's entire world shattered. Karen Wheeler and Ted Wheeler were getting a divorce. Suddenly, without his father around, his mother had to work. With his mother working, he had to spend more time at home with his sister Holly. He had to put together meals and run errands and pick Holly up from school on some days. He had so much more responsibility than he did before. His mom always apologized and offered to hire a babysitter instead, but he always insisted that it was okay. He wanted to do it. He could handle it. The first part was true. He did want to do it all. But his brand new workload had started to weigh him down. He needed help, but he didn't know how to ask for it, or who to ask. New responsibilities, plus all of his old ones, plus coping with everything. Managing his school life, his home life, his social life, his personal life. It was all so heavy and he was on the verge of breaking.

But apparently he wasn't the only one who had realized he could no longer do it all alone anymore. He arrived home one day along with Holly, planning on dropping her things off and then taking her with him on a trip to the store. But when they got into the house, someone else was already there, and it wasn't his mother. Instead, it was El. El who was in the middle of putting away a bunch of groceries that looked strangely like a lot of the things on the list his mother had given him that morning before she'd left for work.

El wasn't stupid, she knew her boyfriend well, and she knew he was wearing thin. She'd seen him looking at the list at school, going through it and trying to make sure he would remember anything. El had taken it from his pocket when he wasn't paying attention and took it upon herself to take care of that little errand and take some of the load off of Mike's back, even if just for a day. Mike was so incredibly thankful for what El had done, though he didn't say much about it outloud. But after that day, it had become a more frequent thing. Mike would share his busy days with El and El would help out in all the ways she could, taking on each and every responsibility with him without hesitation or a second thought. It was never a question for her. It was always just a solid answer. Mike was her solid answer.

Black - Danger, power, protection, fear.

El wasn't sure what to do. Two years together now and suddenly she felt as if things were falling apart when it was supposed to be the opposite. Mike had been avoiding her, coming up with excuses for them not to spend time together, he was keeping secrets and lying. And he wouldn't talk to her about it, no matter how hard she tried to get him to. They always talked about everything, no matter what the subject was or the emotion attached to it. But whenever he did spend time with her, he always managed to evade the subject of what the hell was going on with him. Why was he doing this? What was El missing?

There was no way that Mike's feelings for her had diminished. El would feel it if he had. She'd know. So she knows it had to be something else, some other reason for all of this. There had to be a reason why Mike would tell her he was sick and then Max would tell her later on that he was at the mall with Lucas and Dustin. A reason why he would tell her he had to take an extra shift at work and then she'd spot him there later on with Will at the arcade or even with Max at the diner. But what was the reason?

El finally got her answer after months of her feeling like she was losing her goddamn mind. On her birthday, Mike was by her side all day, both during school and after. For him, it seemed as if nothing had ever been wrong, like everything was perfectly right in the world now. There was a certain excitement around him, but El just brushed it off, assuming it was just because of her birthday being that day. She wasn't sure what had exactly changed, but she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She was going to enjoy her special day with her boyfriend happily by her side and she wasn't going to let anyone or anything ruin it. And that night at her small gathering of friends for the celebration of her existence, Mike gave her, her birthday present.

It was a promise ring. It was a beautiful gold band with three little crystals in the top center of it. One yellow, one blue, and one purple. Citrine, Azurite, and Amethyst, Mike had told her. And then, engraved along the inside of the ring band, were the words, "A promise is something you can never break. Ever." It was a reference to a conversation they'd had years before. And yet both of them still remembered it clear as day. Mike had worked his ass off for months to save up the money to get the ring exactly how he wanted it. Worked with all of their friends to pick out exactly the right band, crystals, colors, engraving. This ring became Mike's entire life for those months. But El had it now, and his attention could now go back to revolving around her. And that's the only thing that mattered.

Blue - Sadness, calm, despair, serenity.

That next year was like a breath of fresh air. It was completely refreshing, calming. They didn't really move forward much, but they didn't move backwards either. They stayed at a plateau in their relationship, but in a good way. They were filled with the most wonderful contentment. They were fine to stay exactly as they were. There was no rush. They just stayed and enjoyed being with each other. That's all they needed. When it was time to move forward, they would know.

Yellow - Joy, hope, cowardice.

And now it was one of the big years. Age 18. And it was also time for the next step. In both life and their relationship. Mike and El were moving in together. Into their own place that they chose and put the hard work into. Neither of them had any worries for how things would be. They'd spent so much time together over the years, they doubted there was anything they didn't know about the other's habits or quirks. They were filled with nothing but excitement. This was something that they were absolutely read for. And it was everything they'd hoped it would be and more. They'd never been happier up to this point, and they knew it would only get better from here on out.

Purple - Transformation, royalty, mystery, wisdom.

A little pink stick. Digital lines. Anticipation. New feelings stirred up. Happy surprises. This year would be filled with new life. A new life created by Mike and El themselves. The two were completely amazed by it. They had created a whole new person together. A physical representation of their love for each other. It would be hard at times, they weren't naive to that fact. But they were taking on the world together and nothing would slow them down now. They would never stop leaving their mark. And their beautiful baby would now become a part of their wonderful plans.

Orange - Warmth, energy, vibrancy.

The night El gave birth to a beautiful, healthy babygirl was the night that Mike dropped down onto one knee, adding another beautiful ring alongside that promise ring. He couldn't wait any longer. They lived together, they had a child together, and now they would finally take this final step in order to be bound together in every single way possible, both physical and metaphorical. In that moment, holding her babygirl and being held by her future husband, the three of them cuddled up on that tiny hospital bed, all of their family and friends gathered around them, there was no where else that El would rather be.

Pink - Romance, sexuality, femininity.

And now here they are. Back in the present moment. El is Mike's Wife. Mike is El's Husband. The two of them are now married. And here they are, standing before each other, about to take their first dance within their brand new titles. As Mike places his hand on El's waist and pulls her closer and El places her hand on his shoulder, their ribbon-bound hands being held out to the side, this moment is absolutely perfect. The music starts and they take off across the dance floor, everyone around them looking on with love and admiration for the newlywed couple. They drift along gracefully. Mike twirls El around and she feels like she's floating and then he's pulling her back towards him and their foreheads connect and she's grounded again, feeling like her entire body is filled with this brilliant, bright light full of love and warmth and happiness and home. Because they are each other's home. And they always will be.

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A/N: Sooo, what do you guys think??? Did you like it??? Please let me know!!!! I hope you loved it as much as I did it!!! Another story will be out tomorrow for the next prompt!!!! Thank you so much for reading and I really hope that you’re having an amazing day/night!!!!!! 💜💜💜

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