I still believe in heroes

Bearose. Perpetually lost in fairy tales and burdened with glorious purpose.

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petition of season 3 of stranger things to just be Mileven and Steve the Mom

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This picture makes a lot more sense now.

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Eleven “Heart-Eyes” Hopper Appreciation Post  ↳ Mike

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Bidet water, apparently

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Reblog if you want Season 3 of Stranger Things to revolve around #Jopper or #Mileven

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Me, at 80 years old, still not shutting up about Mileven’s reunion: 353 DAYS???? He called for her every day for 353 Days and she hEARD HIM????? And they finally got to see each other AFTER SO LONG and the look on their faces???? and the way they hugged????? and THEY GOT TO GO TO THE SNOW BALL AND

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I feel so cold and I long for your embrace pt.3

They looked at each other, and Mike jumped up, grabbing his backpack and looking frantically all around the cabin.

‘My room’ El hissed and the door to their right opened. He tiptoed there, his sneakers and jacket floating after him. The door closed.

‘Hey, kid. Had a nice day?’ he heard Hopper’s gruff voice and crawled under the bed, just in case.

'Yes. ’

'I brought some chicken wings and fries. Is Wheeler eating with us too?’

Mike froze.

'What do you mean?’ he had to give it to her, she was convincing, but Hopper wasn’t stupid.

'I brought him some too. Your room or the closet?’

He could almost hear amusement in Hoppers voice and he slowly crawled out, getting up and hesitantly opened the door.

'Uh, hi, chief. ’ he grinned sheepishly.

El looked between them and snorted. When Hopper turned his gaze to her, raising his eyebrows, she attempted to keep a straight face.

'Okay. Since you’re here anyway, you can help me out, Wheeler. ’ Hopper handed him the chicken box and took of his jacket and hat.

'Uh, right, yeah. ’ Mike took the box to the kitchen. Three plates flew out of the cupboard. 'Um, if you don’t mind me asking… Out of curiosity… How did you know I was here?’

'First of all, you left your bike in the exact same spot as yesterday…’

'You knew I was here yesterday?’

’… And you did manage to knock over a broom on the terrace. I’ve been a cop way too long to get outsmarted by a thirteen year old kid, no offence. ’

'Uh, yeah… None taken. ’ Mike strached his neck.

'Do you mind going outside for a sec, though?’ Mike sensed it wasn’t exactly a request and nodded. Hopper tried to open a door, but it didn’t seem to work. He sighed heavily.

'El? Would you be so kind?’

'No. ’

'Im not going to interrogate him, I just want to talk. ’

'Talk here. ’ she crossed her arms across her chest, looking at the chief challengingly.

'No, El, it’s okay.’ Mike smiled at her, and looked up at the chief. 'Lets go.’

The door opened (after just a few more pushes from Hopper and one curse word) and they went outside.

Hopper lit a cigarette and stood with his back turned at the cabin. Mike took a place next to him, trying not to wrinkle his nose at the smoke.

'You really shouldn’t skip school, you know. I did a lot, it doesn’t get you far, trust me. And from what I’ve heard you’re a pretty damn good student. ’

Mike shuffled his feet uncomfortably.

'I know I shouldn’t, but…’

'You can still see her. In the afternoons. ’ Hopper sighed. Mike looked at him so quickly he nearly gave himself a blackout.

'I can?’

'Yes. ’ the cop looked at him seriously. 'After. School. Homework done. No bike. ’

Mike nodded vigorously.

'For real?’

'For real. If I don’t make it this way, it will be either you skipping school or her sneaking out anyway. But school first, visits second. Understood?’

'Yes, sir. ’

'Drop the 'sir’, kiddo. Where has the “piece of shit” gone?’

Mike blushed.

'Yeah, well, about that, I…’

'Hey, I was just teasing. ’

'No, but… Really. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. ’ Mike looked up at Hopper. ’ You… You are really a good man, I mean… I… Thank you, I guess. For finding her. And looking after her.’ he gulped 'I…’ he looked away, pressing his lips together.

'I’m sorry too, Wheeler.’ Hopper said gruffly and Mike felt his heavy hand ruffling his hair. He nodded stiffly, trying to force some of the sudden moisture in his eyes to go back where it came from. Wow, he really was a crybaby lately. 'Come on, before she forces us inside. Like, litterally. ’

Mike snorted a bit, and Hopper offered him a small smile.

'You like chicken, right?’

He did.

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If you think El watched all those cheesy soap operas and didn’t daydream about herself and Mike in some ridiculous romantic situations straight outta those, you are wrong.

Bonus:

As soon as she goes to school, she catches herself scribbling ‘El Wheeler’, 'Jane Wheeler’ or 'Jane Hopper-Wheeler’ on her textbooks, trying it out. Once Mike sees one of those while helping her study and he nearly faints.

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Eleven did not like that Max girl. Not at all.

Everytime she looked her she was reminded of Mike grasping her arm and helping her up while smiling at her, and why would he smile at her, he was her Mike. Hers.

And El wasn’t going to forget that just like that. So when Max punched Mike on the arm playfully after D&D game one November night, barely a week after the gate closed and they could start hoping for better times, it took all of the self control that El possessed to keep herself from making Max fall from her chair. She grimaced instead, subconsciously gripping Mike’s hand that she was holding under the table tighter. He looked at her questioningly with his dark, attentive eyes. She shook her head, looking grumpily at the game pieces. She felt his thumb tracing her knuckles and her brows relaxed a bit.

‘Okay, dunno about you guys, but I’m hungry. ’ stated Dustin, stretching his arms above his head.

‘Aren’t you always?’ Lucas raised his eyebrows. Dustin made a face at him.

'I’m a growing boy! Besides Will needs to eat more to regain his strength! ’ Dustin put a hand at the small boys arm. Will smiled tiredly, amused. It was the first time his mom would let him go out since the night when they finally set him free and he was happy to finally feel almost normal again.

'I have a pizza leaflet in the kitchen somewhere. ’ said Mike and got up, never letting go of El’s hand. 'Come on, we’ll order something. ’

They all stood up, but Eleven reluctantly let go of Mike’s fingers, grasping Max’s elbow instead, keeping her in place.

'We will be there in a minute. ’ she told Mike. He raised one eyebrow, but nodded.

'Okay. ’ he kept his eyes on her for a few more seconds. She smiled at him lighty, as if to remind him that it’s okay. That she wasn’t leaving him. Never again.

When the boys disappeared upstairs, El turned to Max, furrowing her brows again.

'What the hell? ’ Max tried to release herself from El’s grip.

'One thing. Stay away from Mike. ’ she said calmly, looking her dead in the eyes.

'What?’ Max seemed to process what Eleven was saying.

'Stay away from Mike.’ El repeated slowly.

Max raised her eyebrows and then bursted out laughing. Elevens frown deepened.

'Oh my… Are you serious? You seriously think… ’ she tried to catch her breath. 'Dude, I don’t even like Wheeler like this! We’re friends, that’s all! ’ she was still laughing.

'You don’t? ’ Eleven let go of Max’s arm.

'No, why would I? Besides, even if I did, it wouldn’t make much difference anyway, since this dumbass clearly looks like he would kiss the ground you walk on. That’s why he didn’t want me to be part of the group in the first place. He thought I would end up as a replacement for you. He wouldn’t even talk to me civilly. The kid loves you so much it’s ridiculous.’

Eleven blinked at Max and tugged at the black bandana tied around her wrist.

'Wait. ’ Max suddenly spoke up. 'Is that why you hate me so much? Because you think I’m trying to steal your boyfriend?’

'We’re not exactly… ’

'Oh, shut up, you damn well know you are. So? That’s the reason?’ Max looked at her expectantly.

'Are you sure you don’t like him?’

'Friends don’t lie. ’ said Max, remembering the phrase that El and the boys used a lot. She extended her hand, looking at the other girl questioningly.

Eleven eyed her carefully for a few seconds and then grasped her hand firmly.

'We’re okay now?’

'Yes. ’ El nodded carefully and headed towards the stairs.

’ You sure have some jealousy issues, though. ’ Max joked as she climbed them after her. ’ I pity the next girl that has the audacity to breathe in Mike’s presence. ’

'Don’t push it. ’ El muttered, glaring back at her, but the corner of her lips quirked up slightly when she turned her head.

When they arrived at the kitchen, they were greeted by boys arguing over pizza leaflet.

'What kind pizza do you want, Max? ’ asked Lucas instantly, looking at the redhead questioningly. Mike snorted, handing the leaflet to El and explaining why pizza with pineapple was a crime against humanity, standing so close to her she felt his breath on her cheek. She glanced towards Lucas, who seemed to be trying not to trip over his own feet when Max snatched the bandana from his head, using it as a hairband while grinning at him.

Eleven smirked, suddenly feeling much better about Max being part of the group. Her fingers found Mike’s again (they seemed to do so a lot these days) and she looked up at him, recalling Max’s word’s.

“He loves you so much it’s ridiculous. ”

'Everything okay?’ he asked, squeezing her hand gently. She traced the freckles on his cheek with her free hand, making him blush bright red.

’ Never better. ’

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Mileven 12

In which Mike gets braces and El gets worried. (I didn’t proofread this, I’m sorry!) Please enjoy! 

“Ways You Said I Love You” Prompt #12: When we lay together on the fresh spring grass

El wakes early on Saturday morning and, with a chocolate-coloured blanket wrapped loosely around her shoulders, watches two episodes of The New Scooby-Doo Mysteries, humming along to the familiar theme song over a bowl of Fruit Loops. She had taken advantage of Jim still being asleep, using the opportunity to float the bright red box of sugary cereal down from the highest cupboard in their small kitchen, glad to be free (for one morning, at least) of the bland taste of Cheerios. Throughout the cartoon, as she crunches happily on her cereal, El’s mind wanders to Mike; to his frighteningly accurate impression of Scooby that never fails to make her laugh and is, in her opinion, much better than his attempts at Yoda.

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Me: *gets story idea*

Me: This is so obvious and clever it practically writes itself!

*later*

Narrator: It did not write itself.

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Fanfiction is the literal embodiment of “if you want something done right, do it yourself”

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The Pinky Promise

When El told a slightly crestfallen Holly that, even though she had to go home, she’d come over to the Wheeler’s house tomorrow and play an extra hour of Barbies, she didn’t expect the younger girl to hold out her hand, tiniest finger extended outwards. “Pinky promise?” Holly looked at El with wide and hopeful eyes. For a brief moment, El pursed her lips, unsure what a pinky promise was and how it differed from a regular promise. Tentatively, El offered Holly her own small finger and watched, with interest, as Holly intertwined their pinky fingers, squeezed them together gently, and nodded happily.

“See you tomorrow, Ellie!” Holly grinned toothily up at her before skipping down the hallway towards the kitchen, where El knew Karen was beginning to prepare dinner before the rest of her family returned from work and school. As she let herself out, fishing around on her keychain for the key Karen had made for her, El could hear Holly joyfully telling her mother all about the day she and El had spent together. She heard, and returned, Mrs. Wheeler calling out a goodbye to her and dragged her feet to the end of the driveway where Jim sat in his idling truck, waiting to bring her home for supper.

“Mike, do you pinky promise that we’ll always be friends?” El asked, the phone in her bedroom pressed between her ear and her shoulder as she lay on her bed, snuggled in a collection of pink and purple blankets, safe between the canopy posts and curtains that hung around her—they reminded her so much of the blanket fort Mike had once built for her, nearly two years ago now.

“I, uh…” Mike racked his brain for the proper way to articulate what he was thinking. He had just finished answering El’s question, explaining what a pinky promise was. “Of course, El. But I need to see you to really pinky promise. Definitely yes though…” he paused for a moment, trying to still the beating of his heart. Why had her request to always be friends sent his stomach into backflips? Why was the phone in danger of falling from his suddenly clammy palms? Mike gulped—he knew perfectly well why. “Hey, El, I have to go. My mom’s calling me. Can I call you back before I go to bed?”

“Of course,” El laughed softly. Mike always called before bed to tell her a story and help her fall asleep—it was their tradition, “Bye Mike.”

“Bye, El.”

Hearing the click that indicated the end of the call, El hung up the phone and returned it to its place on her bedside table, reaching for the book that also lay there, a paperback novel she had borrowed from the library earlier that week. El opened the pages to the spot where a fancy metal bookmark—a birthday gift from Nancy—kept her place. Her eyes ran over the page several times before she could focus on the words, thinking instead of Mike and the strange tone his voice had adopted at the end of their conversation. She wondered, with some worry, if she had upset him by asking him to make a pinky promise. El had only managed to read five pages before she heard a light tapping sound on her window. With narrowed eyes, she sat bolt upright and looked over to her pink curtains, behind which the tapping sound got slightly louder. El pushed herself out of bed and crossed the room, peeking out of the fabric of her curtains to see Mike, panting, with his face nearly pressed up against the glass. When he caught sight of her, his face lit up into a bright smile and he waved eagerly. El shot him a sideways glance, confused as to why he was there—and how he had managed to bike over so quickly—as she lifted the window and stepped backwards, her bare feet warm in the soft mauve carpet Jim had installed for her room.

“Hey,” he whispered as he slid his upper half into the window, leaning forward slightly. He was tall enough now that his legs didn’t dangle off the ground, but his height meant he had to lean in at an awkward angle. “Sorry if I scared you.”

“What are you doing here?” El asked in a low and amused voice.

“I came to give you that pinky promise,” Mike said, looking at her with a goofy smile and a wink, holding out his hand. “But,” he continued, his expression changing slightly and his cheeks turning dark red, “It’s just…I can’t promise to be only your friend forever. I want to be…I mean, maybe you want to be…maybe we could…” Mike grimaced, his tongue suddenly weighing a hundred pounds in his mouth and his throat dry. Could he screw this up any worse?

“Mike,” El raised her eyebrows, “You want to be my boyfriend?”

“What? Yes!” Mike smiled, the tension in his body immediately giving way to relief and his cheeks burning brighter, “I mean, uh, sure, definitely.” He couldn’t believe that El had just used the B-word; the same word he had been wringing his hands about for weeks now. “So you’ll be my, uh, girlfriend?” The word was odd in his mouth, but he liked the way it sounded.

“Yes,” El smiled and leaned forward to wrap her pinky finger around his, “I promise.”

“El,” Mike chuckled a little, before turning serious, looking her directly in the eyes he had grown so fond of. “I promise to always be there for you.” He squeezed his finger against hers and then looked up at her beaming face and shining eyes. He wanted to kiss her then, but there was a sharp, quick knock on El’s door.

“El?” The Chief’s voice sounded from the other side of the door, “You busy?”

“One minute please,” El squeaked, pulling away from Mike and working to hold back a giggle at the look of sheer horror on his face as he hurried to remove himself from the window. “It’s nothing,” Hopper continued, his voice light and teasing, “But tell Wheeler he’s free to use the front door.”

With that, El flushed and heard her adoptive father’s footsteps retreating down the hall. “Maybe you could…” she began, but Mike—her boyfriend—was already nodding furiously.

“I’ll go ring the doorbell.”

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can you write a scene where eleven and mike have a moment alone after she closed the gate but before the snowball!? thanks:) i need mike and eleven fics now that I'm done watching season 2

To the surprise of no one and the frustration of Hopper, the cabin soon becomes the gang’s new headquarters. El still can’t go outside, though “soon” has been updated to “pretty soon” and it was agreed by common consent that the boys would visit her regularly so as not to make her feel too lonely. Which, as it turns out, was code for “go there every day after school and every Saturday to play D&D”. Hence Hopper’s frustration. As if one moody teen was not enough, now he has six of them to deal with on a daily basis.

The boys take to teaching her math and science, and Nancy comes up once a week to help her with English and history, so it’s not all play and games. El is a clever thing, and they want her to join the school next year, hopefully, but she has a lot of catch up. It’s overwhelming more often than not – so many words yet to learn – but she tries her best and she makes do. Mike and Will are both very patient with her, and so is Nancy, and it helps.

So Hopper and El are both hallway happy about it. Her because she can still see her friends even if she can’t go outside. Him because a happy El is always better than a moody one, even if she comes with a gang of annoying teens. Halfway happy, the both of them. It’s all that matters.

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As you wish

I.  Monday morning. Halloween. And while it was one of his favourite days of the year—scary movies, candy, corn mazes; the day Eleven came back home four years ago—Mike really didn’t feel like getting out of bed. 

Because he couldn’t remember the last time he felt this annoyed with El. Well, he technically could, but he preferred to not think about the time he cruelly yelled at her, years ago now, after a fake body was pulled dripping from the quarry. El had never lied to him. And he had never been mad at her since that day—not really. Sure they bickered over what movie to see and where to order pizza and whether to go to Lucas’s baseball game or Holly’s dance practice, but never anything even close to this. 

Mike sunk further into his pillow. How could she possibly be taking Max’s side? And how could a stupid disagreement between Lucas and Max have spiralled so far? It didn’t make any sense to him, but somehow it had happened. Mike hadn’t picked up the phone to call his girlfriend in two whole days—nor had she called him—and their interactions at school had become limited to small waves or stiff hellos in the hallway. 

And, god, he missed her so much.

“Michael!” His mother’s shouting from Holly’s bedroom drew Mike from his thoughts, “Are you getting reading for school?” 

Mike groaned, frustrated before shouting back. “Yeah! Almost ready!” 

Pulling himself from his bed, Mike’s body felt like lead. He forced himself forward, catching sight of the flowing black costume set out on his dresser—El had insisted he be the Westley to her Princess Buttercup and he had not objected. 

Mike’s shoulders slumped. He knew—aside from the fact that Dustin had repeated it to him a hundred times—that just because their friends were arguing didn’t mean they had to argue too. And so he resolved to do something about it that day. Because today was their day. 

Breathing in heavily, Mike grabbed the costume from his dresser and made quick work of getting ready.

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S01E08 // S02E09

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LISTEN BECAUSE THAT FUCKING SMILE!!!!!! MIKE GETS!!!!!!!!! WHEN ELEVEN PUTS HER FOREHEAD AGAINST HIS!!!!!!! IS THE PUREST SIGN OF LOVE I’VE EVER SEEN!!!!!