I know it’s been pointed out before, but look at how Lucas is crying during this scene. So many shows get in this habit of writing a character who is frozen in their ways and never has any real development. Lucas went from wanting nothing to do with El for most of the season, to literally crying when she saved them and disappeared.

That is the epitome of character development right there.

I love the image of Eleven seeing her first Christmas tree and being so enchanted and Mike of course being enchanted by HER like the lovesick kid he is. EVEN BETTER, they turn off all the lights in the living room except for the tree lights and both of them just lie down on the floor and look up at the tree, amazed by the way the tiny lights cast their glow around the whole room.

[(For Mileven Week 2016 Day 6: December 3rd – Upside Down) An extremely fluffy AU oneshot in which the Bad Men never arrive at the school to interrupt Mike and Eleven’s sweet moment.]

“I’ve never been, but I know you’re not supposed to go with your sister.”

Okay, that had been a little hard to admit, and his stomach was still doing flip-flops because he’d actually asked her to the Snowball, but this was El. She wouldn’t care that he’d never been to a school dance in his life. She didn’t think he was a wastoid.

“No?” she asked, shaking her head, still looking confused.

He sighed. “I mean, you CAN, but it’d be really weird.” REALLY weird. El was the farthest thing from a sister he could think of. How was he even supposed to say that?

He went on, his words coming out sounding robotic and stilted. “You go to school dances with someone that, you know… someone that you… like.”

There. He’d said it. He felt like he just might throw up, but he’d said it. And then she smiled and all that confidence he thought he’d had just left. His heart started beating faster because, well, that happened every time she smiled.

But then she asked, “A friend?”

She asked so sweetly and he almost nodded because yeah, she WAS a friend, definitely, but she was so much more than just a friend! She was so… important.

She was so good and kind and amazing and sweet and –

“Not a friend, uh… uh…” Was that all he could say? “Uh”? He couldn’t even think straight. She was looking at him with her brown eyes and she still looked so confused which made sense because he wasn’t doing a very good job answering her question. He STILL hadn’t answered her question, but how was he supposed to tell her that she was the most wonderful and important person and that he cared about her more than anyone else in the world?

Was there even a word for that?

She was still looking at him, squinting, like she was trying to figure out what he was saying, but HE didn’t even know what he was saying so he didn’t blame her for being completely confused.

“Uh, someone like a…”

He sighed. This was ridiculous. Just say it, Mike!
Say what? He looked into her eyes, which was a huge mistake. They were big and brown and beautiful and really distracting. His mouth had gone dry and his mind went completely blank.

Except for one crazy thought.

No. No WAY. That was nuts! It was stupid. It would be so stupid. To… to kiss her. It was absolutely crazy!

… Wasn’t it?

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They would’ve spent her first Christmas together. He would’ve showed her all the wonder and joy and warmth that is the holidays. They would’ve obliterated the other boys in a snowball fight and struggled to wrap presents together and, if he was brave, kissed under the mistletoe. He would’ve taken her into town to show her all the decorations and lights in the storefronts and seen how her eyes light up in excitement at the falling snow. He would’ve spent the whole month making the perfect present for her, and he would’ve always made sure she was wearing mittens so her fingers wouldn’t be freezing. Instead, he will go along with the Christmas shopping and the visiting relatives and the obnoxious amount of lights that his dad puts up, and he will never truly be home. She is his home, always will be. The trust in her eyes when she looked at him, the innocent happiness in her smile when she laughed, the strength he felt when she held his hand—now, only worn fragments of memory. On Christmas Eve, he will wrap her present and bury it in the drawer beside the sweatshirt and sweatpants, dreaming for a moment that…he was home for Christmas

(I’ll Be Home For Christmas)