bravest girl


- Aedion and Dorian bromance. I want that Aedion apologize to Dorian for being a jerk and I want them sitting by the fire and talking about good old days. And Dorian being like “Damn Aedion, you mocked me for eating like a lady while you looked like an actual girl with that pretty hair of yours. Half of the boys were in love with you.” Aedion would just grin

-Thirteen scaring the shit out of Chaol. He’s left his prejudices down in the Southern continent but he’s still low-key terrified of witches and Asterin likes to hide in dark hallways and when Chaol walks by she just says hello from the dark and Chaol collapses every time

- Nesryn asking Lysandra if she can borrow one of her dresses because she wants to be pretty for Chaol. When she put a dress on she’s anxious and she doesn’t feel herself at all but she’d do it for him. When Chaol sees her he tells her that she’s beautiful but that he likes her better when she’s herself, in her leather fighting gear. She never wear a dress again

- Lorcan teaching Elide how to write and read Feysand style but instead of Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord, he writes Elide is the most beautiful girl Elide is the smartest girl, Elide is the bravest girl… After a month, super nervous Lorcan gives her a paper to read and she wants to snap at him because she’s tired of reading how perfect she is but instead she’s a sobbing mess because it says Elide, will you be my wife?

- Aedion calling Gavriel “dad" for the first time, Aedion telling Gavriel he loves him for the first time. Gavriel’d play it cool but later close himself in a room and cry all night because he’s not worthy

- Gavriel and Aedion bonding time. I want that AEDION IS OBSESSED WITH GAVRIEL. Not the other way. Them going on a trips together, going on the Southern continent, to Wendlyn.. one day Aedion asks Gavriel if he’d tell him how he and his mom met. Gavriel tells him everything and all of their adventures and how she was like, what’d she liked. They’d both cry at the end.

-Manon seeing Aelin’s soap collection for the first time and being like “Aelin you’re disgusting you don’t need all that”. She’d secretly steal one and Dorian would later ask her why she smells like Aelin

- it’s Manon’s birthday tomorrow and Dorian and Abraxos fly all night to get to that place that sells the only cake Manon likes. In the morning when they get back Manon is furious and she wants to cut Dorian’s neck open because no one rides her wyvern but then Dorian shows her the cake. Something obviously got stuck into her eye that’s why she’s crying

- Vaughan and Connall being boyfriends

- Fenrys saying that he’s the fastest wolf alive. Lysandra would chuckle in a background and Fenrys would be like “Lys, you and me, outside, now”. Everyone put their bets on Lysandra, Fenrys is offended, Lysandra wins

- Evangeline being obsessed with Rowan. She wants a story a day. Her favourites are about Fenrys falling off the ship while trying to impress ladies or about Lorcan climbing a tree to get a cat down because this old man couldn’t do it himself

- Aelin is walking in a park in Terrasen and this old lady comes to her and tells her that they always knew she’s alive and that she’ll come back and that whatever she’d done, it doesn’t matter, that her people are proud of her and that they’ll never forget Evalin and Rhoe. In that moment Aelin realizes that it’s all indeed been worth it

Fave Characters Sheet

Courage the Cowardly Dog
Sandy Cheeks
Mike the Mouse
Alice the Angel
Danny Phantom
Daffy Duck
Bill Cipher
Princess Daisy
Flame Princess

Brian Griffin
Lisa Simpson
Oswald the Lucky Rabbit
Perry the Platypus
Lord Dominator
Cosmo the Seedrian
Panda Bear
Wakko Warner


You said that I was the bravest girl on Earth. And every time you sent me a letter with a new Matt Lib in it, that’s who it was addressed to… “The Bravest Girl on Earth.”
-the book of nora


Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Baekhyun

Rating: PG

Warning: Descriptions of Lupus

Word Count: 6,926

Summary:  Lately, it seems that all your time is spent in and out of hospitals. A dreary place, even in the best of times. Until you meet him. [Genre: fluff]

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To Read and To Write

ELORCAN FLUFF. ELORCAN. MY BAES. I love it. Can’t get enough. In which Elide decides to learn how to read and Lorcan teaches her Feysand style. Still new to writing, so criticism is appreciated! Thank you for all the support on my last fanfiction! You guys make my heart warm. 💕 

I got this idea from the wonderful @vukica10

Word count: 681 



 On a gloomy night, Elide Lochan decided it was time. She got up from her desk, picking a piece of lint off of her flannel pajamas, and limped her way towards her mate. 

 “Lorcan, I want to learn how to read and write.” Lorcan, wearing red pajama bottoms, looked over his shoulder and smiled a little bit. Lorcan, usually stoic, was more relaxed around Elide. Happier. 

 “Anything you want, Elide. We can start now, if you wish.” He replied. Lorcan reached into his desk for a stack of paper and a pen. He sat down and gestured for her to sit in the chair beside him and then wrote down a few sentences. 

Elide is the most beautiful girl. 

 Elide is the smartest girl. 

 Elide is the bravest girl. 

 Lorcan handed the piece of paper to her and said, “Try and read these sentences.” 

 Elide looked over at Lorcan and then at the pieces of paper. She grasped the papers and took a deep breath, her dark onyx eyes twinkling. The writing was messy and scribbled down, but still legible. She looked over the first word, trying to sound it out in her head. “Elide… i-is… the..” The next word was harder, but Elide figured it out through her logic and silent combination of letters. “Most?” 

 “Good,” he murmured. 

 The next word was more challenging. She mentally pieced together the words and sounded it out. The next one took her longer than she would have liked to admit. “B-e-a-u-tiful.. beautiful?” Elide looked at the next word. “Girl. Elide is the most beautiful girl.” Elide looked up, her pale face illuminated with pride. 

Lorcan smiled a little. “Go ahead. Read the next sentence. I’ll get us something to eat.” 

 Lorcan walked stood up and walked out of the large bedroom, leaving his mate to her reading. He wondered just how he could’ve ended up with someone so perfect, so kind and smart. The corners of his mouth tilted up just a little bit. 

 He looked out of the large glass window and frowned when he saw the large thunderstorm brewing. Just as he turned around, the sound of thunder struck, splitting the silence in two. He started making two cups of steaming hot chocolate, Elide’s favourite drink, and grabbed a few chocolate chip cookies, also Elide’s favourite, and placed them onto a plate. 

He walked back to the room where Elide was and opened the door, revealing a barefooted Elide, wrapped in a blanket. She had moved from the desk to in front of the bright, crackling fireplace. She raised her arm in an invitation for him to join her. He chuckled and joined her, grabbing the fuzzy blanket on the bed as he made his way to Elide. He wrapped the blanket around him and Elide and passed the warm mug of hot chocolate to her.

Elide’s eyes lit up as the smell of hot chocolate made its way to her nose. She smiled at her mate and leaned into him.

 They spent the entire night reading and writing Lorcan’s sentences while drinking hot chocolate and eating cookies. 


 Lorcan set up the hot chocolate and cookies in front of the fireplace, as that was where they usually read. Elide had been learning how to for a few weeks now. 

On the fifth week, Lorcan handed Elide a piece of paper. Elide frowned. 

 “Lorcan, thank you for teaching me how to read. Truly. I don’t need to be reminded about how perf-” 

“Just read it please, Elide.” Lorcan interrupted. 

Elide cocked an eyebrow as there was a hint of nervousness in his voice. Although it was well masked, she noticed everything. Elide unfolded the piece of paper. She could feel Lorcan’s eyes on her. 

 Elide read the sentence and dropped the piece of paper as tears started falling down her face. She covered her mouth as she saw that Lorcan was kneeling on the ground, holding an open ring box. 

 “Will you, Elide?” Lorcan asked. “Will you marry me?” 

 “Yes,” Elide replied a little breathlessly. “Yes of course, Lorcan.” Lorcan slid the ring onto Elide’s slender finger and kissed her. 

And there the two were, as happy as can be.

My coming out experience

Since it’s the International day against homophobia, transphobia and biphobia, I thought I might share my coming out experience with you.
First of all, I didn’t do it out of my own will, not completely however. It happened in January, but it’s not like my parents were totally clueless before that day. As a matter of fact, my mother knew about my preferences because when I had my first girl crush (way back to 2012) I had nobody to talk to, so I started writing down my feelings in a journal. Eventually, my mother found out about my journal and read it, I remember being forced to talk about it – not the bravest girl, since I locked myself in the bathroom. After that day, she had her doubts but we never spoke about it ever again. 
Two years later, I fell in love with a kind and beautiful girl, we dated for a while but after our first kiss I freaked out and I decided it was better for both of us to just stop seeing each other, I was so scared of what people might have said about me. She tried to fight me on this, and I was so in love I grew the balls to  talk about her to my sister. I told her everything, the dates, the things she made me feel and all I got out of her was: so, are you gay or not?
Back then, I din’t have an answer, nor for her nor for me. She ended the discussion with a simple “as soon as you find out, let us know.” And it wasn’t really inviting nor accommodating. It shocked me, because to me my sister was the most open-minded member of my family and all I could think about was how will my parents react if my sister didn’t even try to hear me out?!
So I let it go, I let her go and I stayed in the closet for a little more. Other two years, the be exact (equals a total amount of: five years spent in the closet!) 

This January, 2017, I had the greatest quarrel ever with my parents (especially my mum), we didn’t talk to each other for three weeks which is funny, because the whole argument started because I omitted a little thing to them (home alone 4 days, I invited a boy over without them knowing and spent those days with him – my sister who currently lives in another house found out and told my parents. My mum acted like she didn’t know about it for a while, I knew she knew because – opps, I read her text conversation with my sister. There was a particular text that said: don’t be mad at her, she wouldn’t have let a total stranger in our house. Plus, at least now we know what she likes/what she’s into. – There is probably no need to say it, but it broke my heart).
An evening, during dinner, my father – tired of living in a cold-war-like- atmosphere, addressed the argument. He kindly asked me what was wrong and I told them everything. I told them how betrayed I felt by that text, I told them it shouldn’t matter whether I’m into boys or girls as long as I’m happy and that, by the way, I’m into both. 
Allow me to say, I live in a small village in Italy, my family is christian and practicing, I still play in the chorus of my church. 
My father took it well, my mother needed more time, she didn’t really understand how it worked for me and I saw her point because it took me a lot to realize it was possible and ok for a person to feel attracted by both, boys and girls. I feel like bisexuals in general need more time to be recognized as such, however. 

Only advice I have for you is give your parents time
I don’t know about you guys, but it took me something like four years to acknowledge I was bi, to accept me as such. Your parents are just shocked in their expectations of the future, they most probably will accept you but they need time. 
Remember how terrible it felt to go through it alone? Then be there for your parents, even if it looks like they don’t want you be there for them ever again. Help them see it’s ok to be you, you’re still the same kid just with different likings.

If you want to talk about it, I’m here on tumblr, kik and snapchat. :)  

Lil’ Girl

Originally posted by nwetss

 Requested by @knrapmon :  28 with Daryl please :)

 Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

 Word count: 778

 Prompt 28. “Oh, so you think I look cute when I’m angry? Well, get ready because I’m about to be gorgeous.”

 You don’t know exactly what happened but instead of enjoying your day off, you went on a run with Glenn and Maggie. Rick was supposed to go, but Judith was crying way too much. Problem is: you were in a hurry and didn’t have time to tell Daryl about it.

 He is mad, you can tell by the look on his face when you pass through the prison gates. Slowly going out the car, you ignore the smirk on Glenn’s lips.

 “Hey, babe.” You smile at him even though the hard look he gives you.

 “Again, (Y/N)?” Daryl waits for the people around to leave so no one will listen. He likes privacy. “I already told ya not to go out there without me.”

 “I can take care of myself, you know that.”

 “And what’s that blood on your knee, darlin’?”

 Taking a deep breath, you gesture to where the car is. “I fell climbing on that thing when we got surrounded but I am fine.”

 “Ya’re nineteen. A high school student before the end of the world, ya don’t know how to survive this shit and ya won’t even listen.” Cupping your cheeks, Daryl forces you to look into his eyes. “Ya gotta listen when I tell ya’re still weak.”

 “I am not!” You yell, stepping away. Why does he always do that? Alright, you’re not the best fighter or the best shooter but you try your best. “I don’t know why everyone keeps telling me that! I. Can. Do. This.”

 Then it does make you mad. Daryl’s lips break into a smile. Your smile, the one he only gives you. But you know what it means. It means that he got to your weak spot and he’s enjoying how you fight back. You don’t know exactly understand this side of Daryl, but you like it. Well, you like it when he’s not using it to tease you. Waving your hands in the air, you walk back to the prison, ignoring the looks people give you. They know you’re angry again, it happens quite often. Sitting on your bed, staring at the empty wall from your cell, you hear someone coming close.

 “Don’t get me started, Rick.” You bark, not even bothering to look at him.

 “Want to talk? Or…”

 “Your friend Daryl won’t accept that I’m a grown up girl who’s entirely able to handle with this messed up world. Why don’t you go and tell him that?” Standing up to face Rick, hands on your hips, you roll your eyes as he sighs.

 “Daryl loves you and he wants you to be safe.” Rick glances at his left, and by the look on his face, you know it’s Daryl. “Try not to scare him with your screaming.”

 “You’re an idiot, Rick, you know I only scream when I get really, really upset.”

 “You yelled out there. Did he call you ‘little girl’ again?”

 “How’s my lil’ girl, Rick? Is she mad yet?” Daryl’s voice overcomes Rick’s when he stops by his side. “She looks cute when she loses it, doesn’t she?”

 You’re seeing red and thank God Rick slowly walks away because you’re going to beat the shit out of your boyfriend right now.

 “Oh, so you think I look cute when I’m angry? Well, get ready because I’m about to be gorgeous.” Yelling at his face, you can’t help but groan when you see that smile again, uselessly trying to hit his chest while he holds both your hands.

 “Calm down, Sunshine.”

 “Why do you have to be…” With one last push, you set free from his grip. “…such a jerk sometimes?”

 “If I’m bein’ a jerk because I’m tryin’ to keep ya alive, I’m sorry to say that I’ll keep bein’ a jerk, Sunshine.” Daryl steps closer, caressing your cheek. You can’t help but melt under his touch, hugging his waist.

 “I’m trying, alright? I’m trying to get stronger, I’m struggling. But I need you to let me prove it to you.”

 “Ya’re the bravest little girl I’ve ever met.” He chuckles when you playfully punch his stomach, just making him hold you tighter. “Don’t wanna lose ya.”

 “I’m not going anywhere without you. It took a lot of time to get to your heart, I’m not losing it.” Hearing his heartbeat, you could pretend the world is in peace again, that this is this moment will last forever. But no. A weird noise outside makes him pull away, his kind eyes locked on yours.

 “Let’s see what’s happenin’, Sunshine.”

 “I don’t care about what it is, we’ll be fine.” Pecking his lips, you grab your gun, following Daryl to the next problem.

Terminal Illness Starters:
  • “If today were the last day of your life, what would you want to do?”
  • “Is it too much to ask for you to try and understand what I’m going through?”
  • “I’m scared.”
  • “I won’t pretend to know what it’s like for you, but I’m always here if you need someone to listen.”
  • “Miracles will always happen if you believe.”
  • “You can choose what fear means to you. It can either mean ‘forget everything and run,’ or 'face everything and rise.’”
  • “Why is it that I’m fighting for my life while you’re throwing yours away?”
  • “How am I supposed to cope with this?”
  • “What’s it like to wake up every day and know you’re dying?”
  • “You don’t have the right to tell me to calm down! Nobody told you you’re dying!”
  • “The doctor told me I could stop all my medicine because starting today, I’m my own doctor.”
  • “I’ll try again tomorrow.”
  • “I don’t know how to tell you this, but you only have 6 months to live.”
  • “The doctor told me I only have a year to live.”
  • “I’d rather smile than cry, but sometimes I need to do a little of both.”
  • “I don’t care when visiting hours are over. I’m staying with you tonight.”
  • “You’re stronger than you think.”
  • “You’re the bravest boy/girl I know.”
  • “I’m not a pin cushion. You just took my blood, and you’re not taking it again. Use what you’ve got.”
  • “There are people who have it worse, you know.”
  • “Why should I bother to explain what it’s like when you’re not even listening?”
  • “You have no idea what it’s like for me.”
  • “I feel so isolated like this..”
  • “I’m not giving up hope.”
  • “Give me one reason I shouldn’t give up.”
  • “I’m not ready to die.”
  • “I don’t want to die.”
  • “I wish I could take it from you.”
  • “Sometimes when I think about what you’re going through, I just cry.”
  • “Pain and illness can take away all of my physical abilities, but it can’t take my mind and it can’t take my heart.”
  • “Don’t feel ashamed of scars. All they mean is that you’re so much stronger than whatever tried to hurt you.”
  • “Since you couldn’t speak yesterday, I bought you a whiteboard and marker, so you can tell me how you’re doing today.”
  • “If you’re tired, sleep. I know the treatment takes a lot out of you.”
  • “I look like such a loser with this walker.”
  • “You look just as beautiful with or without hair.”
  • “C'mon, you’ve gotta eat. It’ll help your body get stronger.”
  • “Just remember your spirit is stronger than anything that can happen to you.”
Alone - mileven

The world around her was completely silent when her eyes flew open and her body flung forward in the twisted blankets. At first, she thought she was still in the Upside Down; the room was dark and her heartbeat was racing, and she swore she could see grotesque shadows lining the wall. Through the fear, she could feel the warmth of the blankets surrounding her, bringing her back to reality.

Once her eyes adjusted, she could see that the room was familiar - covered in posters and littered with candy wrappers and old pizza boxes. El squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the twisting knot in her stomach that told her that she had just awoken from a nightmare. She used to be able to remember what happened after her dreams violently shot her out of sleep, but now all she was left with was an intense feeling of fear.

She’d only been out of the hospital for a day, and it was decided that she would stay in her old blanket fort at Mike’s house until the Byers were ready to take her in. The place was cozy and familiar, sharply contrasting the Hell she’d been living in for a year. However, she didn’t feel safe being all alone. More than once, she’d caught herself looking around for monsters and flinching at loud noises. Mike did his best to assure her that she was safe, but it was hard to believe him when her nights were still filled with terror and flashes of horrible beasts.

Slowly, she crawled out from under the canopy of blankets and moved toward the stairs. Her feet were completely silent when they came in contact with the cool wood. She’d perfected the art of remaining soundless while living in the Upside Down, using her small body and quick reflexes to her advantage.

As she crept toward Mike’s room, she held her breath, hoping that Mr. Wheeler was still sound asleep on the couch. She knew her way around the Wheeler’s house well, and not just from her time spent with him. For the past year, she’d been living in the demented version of the home, relying on Mike’s energy to keep her sane. She wondered if she could explain that she knew how he felt because she had felt it too. Anytime she had been able to rest, she had spent it on Mike’s bed, taking in the hollow emptiness they had both felt in their chests. She had been able to feel every moment of sadness and anger he had experienced during their time apart, and it was the only thing that kept her fighting to escape.

A light flickered on in the hallway, forcing El to step into the shadows. She saw Nancy, all messy hair and pink bows, move out of the bathroom and toward her own room, sleep weighing down on her shoulders and making her slow. When the door closed behind her, El darted out of the corner she had been hiding in and allowing her feet to move carefully across the carpet.

It wasn’t until she opened the door that she realized she’d been crying. Mike’s room was illuminated by a nightlight, but El’s tears made the whole space blurry. She smiled sadly at the small yellow light that sat in the darkest corner of his room. It hadn’t been there when El had first come to Hawkins, which meant he’d bought it after she had been taken. She wondered if he needed it because he was afraid of the dark, or if he’d stayed awake at night watching the light, hoping her energy would make it flicker.

She moved toward his body, wiping away stray tears as she did so.

“Mike,” she whispered, reaching a shaking hand out to touch his shoulder.

He stirred in his sleep, shifting so he was on his back, but did not wake up. Tears moved down her cheeks rapidly and her breathing became uneven. Why was she so upset about this? Why was she so afraid?

“Mike,” she repeated, her voice cracking, “Mike, please wake up. Mike!”

The last thing she wanted to do was raise her voice and alert the rest of the house, but she wasn’t sure how else to snap him into consciousness. She shook his shoulder again, this time jostling his body slightly.

His eyes fluttered open and landed on El’s small frame. As soon as he recognized her, he shot up and reached for her hand. Fear crept into his chest, shoving out the feeling of exhaustion that would usually accompany him when he was suddenly awoken in the middle of the night.

“El,” he whispered, his voice filled with fear, “Eleven, are you okay?” He took her hand in his own and squeezed it, silently letting her know that she was not alone.

She nodded her head and wiped away the tears that had started falling again.

“Nightmare,” she whispered, looking away from the wide eyed boy.

Mike smiled sadly and squeezed her hand again, this time rubbing his thumb over the soft skin. “I’m sorry you’re having nightmares, El. Is there anything I can do?”

She stayed silent for a moment, her words getting caught in her throat. Suddenly, the whole thing seemed silly. She’d survived a year of terror in the Upside Down, why did she need comfort after one nightmare?

Instead of responding, she took a step back, ready to go back downstairs and curl up in her blanket fort. She’d accepted that she wouldn’t be able to sleep for the rest of the night, but Mike shouldn’t have to endure that with her.

“El?” Mike called, kicking back the blankets and beginning to stand up and go after her. Suddenly, a force hit him in the chest, making him freeze. “El, please come back,”

She shook her head, her feet already taking their first steps toward his bedroom door. All she could feel was shame, and the last thing she wanted was for Mike to see her as weak. “Alone,” she responded, not bothering to turn around and face him.

“No, El,” Mike said, his voice escaping a whisper, “You don’t have to be alone. I don’t want you to be alone.”

El shook her head and wiped her eyes, but paused. She stood outside his bedroom door, her bare feet and thin pajama bottoms making her chilly. Slowly, she released the hold she had on him, allowing him to move as he pleased. Immediately, he was by her side, standing close enough so she could take in his familiar scent.

“Please, El.” Mike had grown since her first visit to Hawkins. Now, El was forced to look up at him, his wide eyes captivating her. “You don’t have to be alone. Do you want to stay with me tonight?”

Eleven didn’t respond. Instead, she tore her eyes away from his and took a step back. Mike didn’t move; the last thing he wanted to do was to make her feel like she had no escape. They stood there for a while, balancing on the thin line in between together and apart. Mike watched El sadly as she pulled at her newly grown hair and rubbed at her skin like it was dirty. He knew it would be awhile before Eleven felt comfortable in her new, unexplored world, but he didn’t want her to face the uncertainty alone.

“El,” Mike whispered her name softly, bringing back memories of all the nights he spent alone, calling out her name. “Let me help you. How can I help you?”

Eleven shook her head and looked away, shame still cutting into her like a knife. She was Eleven, the girl with super powers, the one who saved Will Byers and killed the Demogorgon. She didn’t need help.

She stood up a little straighter, a wave of fake confidence taking over her body.

“I’ll be brave,” she said to Mike, giving him a little nod to assure both of them that she was telling at least part of the truth.

Mike let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding. He thought about how long he went after she left; faking a smile and reassuring his friends that he was okay. For months, he walked around like a puppet, dancing along and playing the part of a brave boy who had accepted loss and moved on. He hadn’t cracked until the lights flickered in Mr. Clarke’s classroom - a result of the wind speed being extremely high, according to his mother and his teachers and everyone else who’d already given up on her. That day, he finally let himself fall apart. His bravery had dissolved, but his hope had returned.

“You don’t have to be brave all the time, El” Mike murmured, his eyes finding hers in the darkness. “I have nightmares too.” El’s eyes widened in surprise. “They terrify me, El. I wake up shaking and crying and I feel so, so alone.” Without warning, his eyes began to water. He didn’t take his eyes off of the small girl standing in front of him as he wiped his tears away. “You are the bravest girl I know, but sometimes it’s alright to take a break. Okay, El?”

For a moment, neither of them moved. Sometime while Mike was speaking, she had settled into her skin. Her hands dangled loosely at her sides and her shoulders had settled, forcing the anxiety that had twisted and turned in her stomach to disappear. Mike watched her as she stared at him, noticing all of her scars and bruises. For the first time since she had returned, he realized just how small she was. She had gained weight while staying in the hospital, but was nowhere near her old self. Her ribs lay like hills underneath one of his Dad’s old t-shirts and her collarbones jutted out like icebergs from the sea. He knew she must be either freezing or terrified, because her entire body had begun to tremble slightly. For a moment, he thought about running into his room to grab her a blanket, but stayed put in fear that she would try to run away again.

“Friends want you to be safe and happy, El. Friends don’t mind if you get upset or scared because they want to help you feel better. Friends don’t leave you alone when you have nightmares or send you away when you’re upset. You don’t have to face your fears alone anymore.”

Before he knew it, El’s feet were flittering across the carpet like butterflies over grass. She twisted her arms around Mike’s neck, using him as a way to stay on her feet. Immediately, he threw his arms around her body, rubbing her back as she cried. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his older sister peeking through her bedroom door. A sad smile had crept over her lips, but she didn’t speak as she watched El cry softly into her little brother’s arms. She could remember all the times she’d needed to be held like that, and was glad her little brother was kind enough to take care of the terrified girl that had wandered into their lives.

The corner of Mike’s lips pulled up slightly, letting his sister know that he would be able

to take care of Eleven alone. Nancy nodded in understanding and backed into her room silently. For a while, Mike and El stood alone in the moonlit hallway. Eleven continued to cry into Mike’s shoulder, letting out all the anger and sadness and terror she had been holding inside of her chest for months. Mike ran his fingers through her hair, which had grown into gorgeous curls while she was in the Upside Down. His other hand ran up and down her spine, tracing light patterns and moving cautiously between her shoulder blades.

“El,” Mike whispered, “do you want to go lay down? I can sleep on the floor and you can have my bed. Does that sound okay?”

Eleven shook her head aggressively.

“Can’t… I can’t be alone,” She stared at her hands, watching as they tightened into hard fists and then melted into loose bones and aching muscles.

Mike drew his eyebrows together in confusion. “You won’t be alone, El. I’ll be right next to you. You can wake me up any time you get scared, okay? I don’t mind.”

El didn’t respond. She knew Mike didn’t understand but she wasn’t sure if she could make him. Her words were so jumbled in her mind and they got lost on their way to her throat. Instead of arguing, she nodded her head. When Mike reached down and squeezed her hand, a ghost of a smile hovered on her lips, reminding her that happiness was still an achievable goal. For a moment, she could almost taste it.

But then, Mike’s warm body was gone, moving toward the ground below her. Instantly, the world grew cold again and she felt like she was falling into an infinite abyss.


He looked up at her, pausing from his task of laying out blankets for him to sleep on. His eyes were wide and sad, but he looked at her like she was the only person he could ever want to be near at three in the morning.


El gathered the strength to fake a smile. She didn’t have the heart to tell him that there was still something wrong; that she needed him next to her or she felt like the monsters would grab her at any moment.

“Thank you,”

Mike smiled again before moving to get under the blankets he set up on the floor. “Of course, El. I don’t mind at all. Wake me up if you can’t sleep,”

She nodded and laid back on his bed but didn’t respond. The sheets were still warm and his pillow smelled like the shampoo he used, but it wasn’t the same. She stared at the ceiling, waiting for the Demogorgon to come crawling through it. El couldn’t stand to look at Mike, knowing that seeing him would just make her want to move closer. The thought of burdening him again make tears brim in her eyes, so she remain frozen in place, not daring to even breathe too loudly.

What she didn’t know was that Mike wasn’t sleeping either. Instead, he was on his side, watching her dark form to make sure she didn’t have any more nightmares. He was determined to stay awake all night in the hopes of catching her fears before they could torment her for too long. It was too dark in his room to tell if she was awake or asleep, but he could see her breathing slowly begin to become regulated and calm. Every once in awhile, he began to doze off, but would soon catch himself and try to keep his eyes wide and his brain active.

When Mike awoke suddenly around 7 in the morning, a small delicate form had wrapped itself around his body. He did his best to be still, but he couldn’t help his wide smile and rapid heartbeat. Slowly, he reached his arm up to run his fingers through her hair, and kissed the top of her forehead when he was sure she was still asleep. Every once in awhile she would tense up, like a nightmare was about to begin. But, Mike would pull her close and whisper in her ear, reminding her that she was safe, and she would always have him to protect her.

When Eleven woke up a few hours later, her face flushed a deep red when she realized that she was tangled up in Mike’s arms. He loosened his arms when she attempted to pull away, but gave her a soft smile and told her that he liked having her close to him, so she stayed.

For hours they laid on the floor in Mike’s room, talking about Eleven’s nightmares and Mike’s favorite books and what kind of people they were going to be in a month; a year; a lifetime from now.

For the first time in a long time, both felt at peace.