#She was livin' in another world tryin get a message through.(Eleven Ask)

[hawkinsborne]

@batouttahxll​ asked: ❝ how are you feeling today? ❞ {to eleven} Meme I can’t find || Not Accepting

     Back of hand rubs over eyes for a moment before she blinks, trying to make the sleepiness disappear from her gaze. The question is almost enough to send her back into a dream-state. Back to Hawkins lab. Back to the Orderlies and Papa asking that same question. How are you feeling today? She knows it's general but it was an every day thing. Something that started each morning. Something meant as concern but never really held the same tones as someone who was actually just that. Concerned.

     "Okay." She says, sleepiness still trickling on the edges of her voice as she sits up. The school wasn't exactly what she remembered when she closed her eyes but she did remember being here, helping Steve and the other adults with things. She remembers laughing with Will about something and then setting herself to a task but everything else? It had been fuzzy and she had fought to bring back the memories.

#batouttahxll #now speaking: Eleven Hopper #She was livin' in another world tryin get a message through.(Eleven Ask)

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@enztonov​ asked: ❝ sorry. didn’t mean to scare you. ❞ - for Eleven Meme || Not Accepting

     Eyebrow raises slightly at his words. Curiosity fills her being then. She had never seen him before and his accent only made her find herself back in Hawkins Lab. Back with Brenner sitting at her side and her in the dark place. The Russian man speaking to a stranger she didn't recognize. She only knew the man from a photo, someone Papa wanted her to find. She obeyed, like normal when it came to these types of things, but still. She didn't like what she was doing and the further the conversation went, the deeper that feeling of not liking this grew. It was when the demogorgon had showed itself for the first time. When she came out of that dark place screaming and scared for her life. She never wanted to return.

     "It is okay." Eleven speaks, gaze resting upon him as her eyebrow lowers. He may be a stranger but he arrived with Hopper and if he was with Hopper, that meant he must trust this man and Eleven could trust him too. Her dad always knew the right people to align himself with and who was she to say he was wrong this time? Russians surely weren't all terrible like Papa had once said, were they? "You saved him." She motions to Hopper then, further away, talking to Joyce and the others. "You are welcome here."

#enztonov #now speaking: Eleven Hopper #ch: Enzo #She was livin' in another world tryin get a message through.(Eleven Ask) #JFIEOAWFJKDLS I'VE LOVED YOUR ENZO AND I'M SO EXCITED

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@byersthecleric​ asked: “why won’t you tell me what happened?” / for El! Meme I can’t find || Not Accepting

     She's calm now. There are no more tears cascading down her cheeks from her light gaze. She had kept it together until they had arrived home but the moment she had crossed the threshold, the flood gates had broken and she bolted straight to her room. Now she sat, her back against the headboard, her knees pulled to her chest and her legs around them. The teddy bear lay beside her on the bed that was no longer made, blanket thrown back down towards the foot of it and Will? He was beside her and his question had been the only thing that had broken the silence that had settled once the soft sound of sobs had stopped.

     What had happened? What HADN'T happened? Ever since they had moved to California, all Eleven wanted to do was make friends. She wanted to fit in and experience being normal. She wanted to know what it was like to not be different and with the loss of her powers, she had thought that perhaps it would have been easier. It wasn't. In fact, it felt even worse now that she felt so distant from who she truly was inside. Without her powers, she didn't quite recognize the girl who looked back at her in the mirror and the feeling of being lost? It hadn't gone away. No matter how much time had passed.

     "Angela." She breaths, saying the girl's name slowly, gaze not moving to look at Will. She felt shame. She had wanted nothing more than the popular girl in their class to like her but no matter how hard she had tried. No matter how friendly she had been, Angela was nothing but mean to her. What a dumb mouth breather. Why did Eleven care so damn much? "She won't stop!" Each word is sad slowly. Pronounced easily. The dictionary had helped. Being in school had helped, but it hadn't changed anything. Not really. She was still a freak.

#byersthecleric #now speaking: Eleven Hopper #She was livin' in another world tryin get a message through.(Eleven Ask) #ch: Will Byers #AH. I'M SO EXCITED TO WRITE WITH YOUUUU

[hawkinsborne]

@shesdaylight​ asked:  i’m done being sad. “ / eleven Meme || Not Accepting

     Golden hair looked like rays of sunshine even in the light of a building and it's fake senses. She wanted to touch it. Eleven was reminded of the wig she had once wore when she first escaped the lab. She wanted to be pretty too. Wanted to look like that girl that the others seemed to have seen in her, but she didn't see it in herself. Instead, gazing at Rapunzel, Eleven wanted to ask her so many question. How did she get hair like that? How was she so pretty? Why was she sad? What had happened to her? But talking, as Eleven had learned, opened up doors with people that she wasn't ready to share yet. Not without the others around.

     "Why sad?" A small tilt of her head as the words leave her mouth and she's genuinely curious. She wants to know why so she can maybe try to fix it. Try to make the other smile just a little bit. Eleven had no real experience with this type of thing but she did know that smiles normally meant happiness and happiness was the opposite of being sad and that would help Rapunzel in the long run of it all. "Ice cream?" The dairy treat always made her happy, ever since she had tried it for the first time, especially on top of eggos but that was neither here nor there right now.

#shesdaylight #now speaking: Eleven Hopper #She was livin' in another world tryin get a message through.(Eleven Ask) #ch: Rapunzel Carter

[hawkinsborne]

mikewheelertm asked: “Are you hurt or are you scared?” ( for El ) Meme I can’t find || Not Accepting

     She pauses, fear crossing through her system as she swallows it down. Legs are crossed and the carpet tickles a little against the flesh of her bare legs. The question catches her off guard and at first, she doesn't desire to answer it. She doesn't want anyone to think that she's scared or afraid of what's to come. Of what's lurking out there in the darkness. Of what's supposedly watching her. She doesn't want them to think that their weapon, their superhero, has something that she's scared of.

     Eleven remembers the Wonder Woman comics that Max had showed her awhile back. The way she was always strong, even in the face of fear and death and anything that really came at her and Eleven wanted to be presented like that. She wanted her friends to see her that way. To understand that despite it all. Despite the hells that Hawkins had under it's soil, she was their Wonder Woman. She was going to keep them protected because she knew, deep down, that only she could do such a thing.

     "Scared." She admits then. Her voice is soft, calm. She's keeping the fear tamed under her skin, it's claws itching away at her muscles, making her want to sleep from the weakness she starts to  feel but she fights it. She can't let it win. "Now that my powers are back..." A pause and she turns to look at him then. The fear slowly making it's silent way into her gaze, wondering if he'll pick up upon it by looking into her eyes. "What is to come will be dangerous. I am scared but I can fight."

#mikewheelertm #She was livin' in another world tryin get a message through.(Eleven Ask) #ch: Mike Wheeler

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@wildcardwheeler​ asked: “How many chocolate truffles does it take to kill a man?” // eleven Meme I can’t find || Not Accepting

     Curiosity strikes to features as easily as a smile would. What was Nancy saying? Could a man, no, not just a man, but a person die from too many...chocolate truffles? And what exactly were these chocolate truffles that she mentioned? Were they sweet? Would they have tasted good on top of eggos or on their own? She had found she had a small sweet tooth but after spending some time with Max over the summer, Eleven learned she knew nothing of the world of sweets and had so much more the experience.

     "Anything can." She says without showing emotion. Eleven remembers Papa's words, telling her about the different ways a person could be killed, not just by her own hand, but by that of others. He told her of the guns the Russians kept hidden or even held in plain sight. He told her of the furry that a fist could hold behind curled fingers, ready to unleash a rage that was held so deeply inside a human's chest. He told her all of these things but never once had mentioned a chocolate truffle as one of them.

     "What is...a chocolate truffle?"

#wildcardwheeler #She was livin' in another world tryin get a message through.(Eleven Ask) #not eleven not UNDERSTANDINGAJFIOEKLDS #ch: Nancy Wheeler

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@nancewheelers​ asked: please tell me you didn’t eat that. (el) Meme I can’t find || Not Accepting

     A pause in movement happens, gaze drifts up from the special treat Hopper had once made for her that she had made herself in the Wheeler house, at Nancy, a small smile slowly starting to spread across her lips as she nods then. "Yes." She says, smile only continuing to grow as she takes another bite.

     It's a sugary treat and she remembers him saying that not everyone would enjoy it but Eleven? She loved it, especially after doing something good. Something that deserved such a treat. Eggos with whipped cream and candy corn and other such candies to pair with it? Not to mention the sticky sweetness of the syrup added on top. It was bound to give someone a cavity but it only cured her sweet tooth for a certain amount of time.

     "Try it?" She asks, offering the plate over to the elder Wheeler sibling, the one Eleven had always thought was pretty and wanted to style herself after. If others thought Nancy was pretty, they'd surely think she was too and then she'd fit in easier. She have a better time around others that weren't just her friends.

#nancewheelers #now speaking: Eleven Hopper #She was livin' in another world tryin get a message through.(Eleven Ask) #ch: Nancy Wheeler

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@wildcardwheeler​ asked: “we’re aren’t them.” // eleven Meme || Not Accepting

     Confusion sweeps over Eleven's features at Nancy's words. Was she talking about the popular kids that had bullied El relentlessly in California or the mouth breathers that seemed to always bully Mike and the others? Perhaps she meant another group completely different. Still, there's so much Eleven wants to say but she doesn't know the words to put them in. Angela was someone that Eleven wanted as her friend. She wanted to fit in and to have people like her but it was opposite of that. Would she ever be normal? Even going by Jane didn't help and it felt strange to her. A name she had only been called under certain reasons in her life.

     "No." She shakes her head, gaze resting upon Nancy with a small smile just then. "We're different." Eleven looks behind Nancy at the news paper building and it clicks. They weren't like her old co-workers during the summer of the Mind Flayer. They were different. They saw the world differently and wanted a place where they both belonged. Where they both found comfort in the world they tried to fit so well in. "They will never be like us." She nods then, stepping over toward Nancy then. "They can't fight like us."

#wildcardwheeler #now speaking: Eleven Hopper #ch: Nancy Wheeler #She was livin' in another world tryin get a message through.(Eleven Ask) #I hope this is okay! I'M EXCITED TO WRITE WITH YOUUUUUUU MORE

[hawkinsborne]

@anndskota​ asked: “we’re aren’t them.” francine @ eleven. ( aka they aren't like papa for sure ) Meme || Not Accepting

     There's a raise to a single left eyebrow at the other's words. Were they right? Perhaps but that didn't stop Eleven from wanting to feel otherwise. Even despite it all, she wanted to fit in with the others. Wanted 002 to like her or at least, leave her alone. She didn't want to be anyone's favorite or show off, she just wanted friends. Ever since 008 left, Eleven had felt alone. She had felt as if it was her against the rest of the world and no one else was there for her, except Peter. She never did quite understand why he had taken such a liking to talking to her, but she hadn't minded. He gave her company and she wasn't going to push that away.

     "No." The word is easy enough and despite the way she says it, confidence is placed behind it. Francine was right. Papa wasn't like them, not the other way around. Papa couldn't do what they could but he could help them. He could love them, as long as they did what they were supposed to, no one would get the collar around them and no one would be placed in confinement. She was okay with that. She could handle that as long as she wasn't alone again.

��    "Papa is...different." She pauses, looking over to the other with a soft gaze on her features, a small smile taking to her lips then as she does so. "We're..." A pause and Eleven gestures her hand between them, showing that she's talking about herself and Francine. "Same." She says, her English broken and full sentences in a solid go were difficult. After all, studying how to speak properly was never high up on Eleven's list of things to do in the lab.

#anndskota #now speaking: Eleven Hopper #ch: Francine #She was livin' in another world tryin get a message through.(Eleven Ask)

[hawkinsborne]

@aigonakru​ asked: “did you find what you were looking for?” ( from wanda - based in her stranger things verse ) Meme || Not Accepting

     The would outside of Hawkins had been vast. Far larger than Eleven could have imagined. In her room in the lab, she had wondered often about the would outside the walls that surrounded her and the people that walked the streets and went to work and other such things. Books had spoke of these things. They told stories of people's lives and what they would do for fun and always had interesting endings, but nothing that really felt real to Eleven, not from what she's seen in her travels through the dark place. She wanted to experience it, though, the way she was able to, wasn't how she expected in the long run.

     California was larger than Hawkins. It held more people and she knew that they didn't know what it was like back home. They didn't know Papa or the bad people that hunted her. What they did know was living and being normal and she wanted to experience that too. California didn't have a gate. It didn't have anyone dangerous. It was meant to be her safe place, but like most things, that changed and it wasn't for the good.

     Eleven gives a shake of her head to the other's words. "No." She says a bit harshly but not meaning to sound that way or mean. She was lost. Confused and didn't know what it meant to be at home anymore. Her powers were still gone and she didn't know who she was without them. Was this normal? Was this what it was like for the others? Was this how she was supposed to feel? "Is this...normal?" She questions with only a single pause. Her speaking having become more confident as she has learned more. Joyce and Will and even Jonathan have helped her along the way and she is thankful.

#aigonakru #now speaking: Eleven Hopper #ch: Wanda Maximoff #She was livin' in another world tryin get a message through.(Eleven Ask) #I hope this is okay!

[hawkinsborne]

edgeineer asked:  that is how the world works.”   for eleven~ Meme || Not Accepting

     There's a shake of her head at the the other's words. No. He was wrong. The world didn't work like this, with so much pain and destruction that floated about inside of it. The world was a hod podge of so many other things but right now? It had all been bad. It had all been sad and painful and she wanted it to stop. She wanted to save her friends and bring back her dad. She didn't want to believe that this was it. This was what she was left with and what she had to accept. She wouldn't. She couldn't. She had dreamed of so much more than this and she planned on having those dreams become her reality, no matter what she had to do, she was going to make sure they happened.

     "You're wrong." Eleven speaks, gaze hardening as she looks at him. What she won't believe, she refuses to admit and who was this stranger to tell her otherwise? She wasn't like him, she'd never be like him. Papa always told her she was special and she believed that much. She could do things no one else could. She could be a superhero instead of the villain and she planned on keeping it that way. Different was good. Different was normal and she wanted so desperately to believe that, no matter what.

#edgeineer #now speaking: Eleven Hopper #She was livin' in another world tryin get a message through.(Eleven Ask) #ch: Garr

[hawkinsborne]

@edgeineer​ asked:   What or who you might consider to be evil could very well be the opposite to someone else. “   for Eleven~ Meme || Not Accepting

     Confusion warps her features at his words. She knew the difference between good and evil, of course she did. She struggled with them herself and what she was being trained for, compared to what she was becoming. Yet, after unlocking all of her memories, she sat in that confusion. Deeper in the darkness. Lost in a world that didn't feel like her own anymore. How could it? She used to be useless but even with the resurgence of her powers, she still didn't feel like she could save anyone even if she wanted to. All Eleven knew was keeping her friends in Hawkins safe, no matter the cost, she'd do it. No more bad people could take things away from her.

     "Who is opposite to someone else?" She mirrors his words with her own question, wanting to know what lurked inside of his mind. Was he speaking about Papa? About Peter and the things she had learned from her own memories? Was he saying Peter was good and Papa was bad or was it the exact opposite? Had she viewed Papa wrong this whole time? Surely not. Even Eight had said the same things as Peter once had. Papa was a bad man and she had only placed trust in him to get her powers back, she could never return to what things once were.

#edgeineer #now speaking: Eleven Hopper #ch: Garr #She was livin' in another world tryin get a message through.(Eleven Ask)

[hawkinsborne]

@williambycrss​ asked: “take my hand.” (For El!) Meme || Not Accepting

     Anger filters through her bones and she wants to scream out in frustration. She remembers what it's like, of course, all the other times she'd scream out in that same frustration. The way her power surged through her. The way her abilities caused things to explode and shatter around her. The wave of energy and the feeling of being drained settling in directly after. She was never sure if it was the rush of power or the spikes of adrenaline that made her feel so drained, but she welcomed it with open arms every time.

     It wasn't always that they run into Angela and her friends outside of school and despite how hard Eleven would try, Angela would only become meaner and crueler to her. She would make fun of her for the stupidest of things and Eleven finally understood the full reason why Mike would call people like Angela, Mouth Breathers but all Eleven wanted was friends. People outside of her already close knit group to hang out with. She wanted to be normal. To do normal teenager girl things. She wanted to fit in and be the same.

     Tears cascade down cheeks as left hand reaches up to take Will's, pushing herself up off the ground to stand beside him. "Thank...you." She says through sniffles as she tries to regain her composure. Angela and the others had already left and the two of them were on their own and Eleven wanted nothing more than to run away and hide or to use her powers and make Angela pay for ever being a bully to her. "Why? Why must they be mean?"

#williambycrss #now speaking: Eleven Hopper #ch: Will Byers #She was livin' in another world tryin get a message through.(Eleven Ask) #Hope this is okay!

[hawkinsborne]

@vandbaerer​ asked: “you’re allowed to need help sometimes.” ( nancy to eleven! ) Meme || Not Accepting

     Fear trickles through her body. She was powerless and she was leaving Hawkins behind. She wanted to scream. Wanted to panic and to run away. She wanted to leave and hide and be somewhere else that wasn't here. She didn't want to leave but she listened to Owens. She knew this was good for her. This was safe. This was meant to help not just her, but her friends too. They'd be safe in Hawkins. They'd be safe without her here but that thought hurt. That thought felt like a pain in her chest that she couldn't get rid of and even after reading Hopper's letter, she wanted nothing more than to stay with them. To always feel them around her. They had become more than friends. Like she had read in a book once, they had become a family.

     "How?" The question was pure. Something built out of curiosity. Something that staggered itself in her mind. How could she ask for help when she knew exactly what she was meant to do? How could she ask for help when no one knew how to get her powers back to her? There was no one to help her. She had to do it herself. There was no one like her. She was alone and that was terrifying. She didn't like being alone and she wanted to stay surrounded by others. She didn't want to go back to feeling like she was being isolated in that dark, small room in the lab when she was bad or acted out.

     "Help get my powers back?" Confidence and confusion swirl around inside of her as she speaks a little brokenly. Eleven looked up to Nancy. She was pretty but beyond that, she was smart and independent. Eleven wanted to match that. She never had a role model that wasn't Papa but ever since Mike showed her a photo of Nancy, Eleven had hoped to have her as a role model. Not Mama, but someone like Sister. Someone like Eight had been to her when she was little in the Rainbow Room before the other had disappeared for good.

#vandbaerer #now speaking: Eleven Hopper #She was livin' in another world tryin get a message through.(Eleven Ask) #ch: Nancy Wheeler