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Mike and El take advantage of time alone to be together for the first time.
Bookmarked by yellowbennysburgerstshirt (allwithyou)
10 Mar 2026
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“His hand was hanging in midair, like he didn’t want to stop but had forced himself. He reached behind himself slowly, feeling for the doorknob.
She giggled silently. “What are you doing?”
He pulled his gaze up to her face. “Letting you get dressed.”
“Why?”
Mike stopped grasping for the doorknob. He was sure his brain had stopped working. Maybe he was having a stroke. What did a stroke feel like? He stared at her for what felt like an eternity before moisture returned to his mouth and allowed him to speak. “What?”
She took a step towards him. She’d done a lot of brave and courageous things in her life. She’d fought monsters and beasts. She restarted Max’s heart from across the country. She could practically fly. But she had never felt as brave as she did, standing in front of the boy she loved, asking him to take the plunge with her.”
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I don't wanna go another day
So I'm telling you
Exactly what is on my mind
See the way we ride in our private lives
Ain't nobody getting in between
I want you to know
That you're the only one for me
And I sayNobody gonna love me better
I'ma stickwitu forever
Nobody gonna take me higher
I'ma stickwituYou know how to appreciate me
I'ma stickwitu, my baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way
I'ma stickwitu -
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He is 24 and a widower to a girl he never married except in his mind. He can’t explain it to anyone. Not really. His friends and family already think he is fragile. And his new life, his life in New York, has no sign of her except in his dedication— to the girl in the Benny’s t-shirt.
Bookmarked by yellowbennysburgerstshirt (allwithyou)
09 Mar 2026
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"But the problem with his newfound success at 24 is that the world expects the next book to be good, too. To match or surpass his last one. The Empire Strikes Back to Star Wars. And he knows his first book was only so good because of her. She haunts his words. She is everywhere and no where.
And when he finished that book, she was gone. He writes and writes and writes now and there is only pain left. His editor calls whatever he is working on now darker, but he can’t quite bring himself to make it something coherent to publish.
Pain shouldn’t be necessary for peace. He believes that more than anything. El deserved peace.
Mike loses a day to writing after the girl leaves and when he finally leaves his desk, he throws up.
And burns the pages he has been working on.""He doesn’t tell him that he can’t feel his dead girlfriend anymore. That she propelled him through the first novel, but her memory is too hazy to fuel the narrative now, and El was the only thing he ever really believed in.
But when he calls Nancy to talk about his trip, he knows that she knows. And she sounds worried on the phone. He tries not to blame her. She had been the one to dispose of guns after the gate closed, afraid of what he might do. She had been the person who forced him to eat. She had been the only person in his family who didn’t beg him to move on, but sat with him while he grieved. “Mike,” her voice cracks. “Are you safe?”
“I need to go where we would have been happy, Nance. I need to see it. I need to see if I would have been right.”
She doesn’t ask him not to go but she tells him to remember that people love him. It comes from a good place. He isn’t that kid anymore. The one who tried to join her a dozen times after El first died. He sees the value in his life now. Or at the very least, he understands he needs to stay alive to tell her story, so no one forgets."“I suppose you have some questions,” she says. And when he pretended she has escaped, that Kali had saved her, he never imagined she would act like this. So nervous. So removed.
He had thought they’d embrace. He would fall into her and time would melt away. But it doesn’t. And he is more angry than he expected.
“You do, huh?”
She ducks her head and clasps her own cup of tea tighter. “I had no choice, Mike.”
“Bullshit,” he hears himself snap. “Friends don’t lie. We could have run away together.”
“They would have known we escaped. They would have known I was alive. They would have hunted us, killed you.”
He sets the drink aside and touches her hand. He ignores how it burns. How her touch still affects him. “I would have died for you.”
She finally looks at him and she glares. “I didn’t want that! I would rather…”
“What?” He finishes for her. “You’d rather what? Leave me alone in agony? Imagining everything I could have done differently?”
“Move on!” She pushes to her feet. “You were supposed to move on.”
He stands, too. His laugh is harsh. “Move on? Move on?! From you? From us. From this? How. How could I possibly have done that?”
“We were children, Mike.”
“I loved you. I loved you more than anything. Then any of them. More than Hop. I loved you.”
She walks away but he stumbles after her. He catches her at the doorway she is trying to sneak through and spins her around. He isn’t sixteen anymore. She seems surprised by his forward nature. But he won’t let her run away, not again. Not if this is real.
“I don’t even know if you’re really here. If I’m dreaming. But if you’re here, you cannot walk away. You owe me more than that, Eleven.”
Her eyes flash with sadness. “I didn’t want to go. I had to. I had to protect you. I had to leave so you could move on.”
He throws his head back and laughs incredulously. It sounds so pathetic and broken. “Do I look like I’ve moved on?”"She fucking giggles.
He missed the way she used to giggle. The way her teeth would fill up her smile. How she looked at him. Everything, everything, everything.""It is demanding and he has lived his whole life from the first moment they met for her. It doesn’t change now."
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He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth (I taste your mouth), oh
He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself'Cause when I'm with him, I am thinking of you (thinking of you, thinking of you)
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one who was spending the night
(Spending the night, spending the night)
Oh, I wish that I was looking into your-You're the best
And yes, I do regret
How I could let myself let you gowuthering heights by kate bush
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He knew he had no right to be upset. El was a grown woman, twenty-three years old, and the time apart had done her well, if you asked him. And she had spent so much time alone. It would be wrong to expect her to deny herself pleasure and intimacy—something she so deeply craved—hoping that something, someone, could fill the Mike-shaped hole in her heart.
It was all fair, and despite the jealousy simmering in his blood, he understood.
But male ego was a fragile, fragile thing.
Because if Mike wasn’t her first, then he had to be her best.
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Bookmarked by yellowbennysburgerstshirt (allwithyou)
23 Feb 2026
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"The thought of waking up every morning to a face other than hers felt like it would be torture. Something had shifted permanently, and there was no version of him that could ever return to that empty life he’d lived without her.
“Please stay.”
His voice was so broken it made her chest ache. There was no anger in it. No demand. Just pure need. He sounded just like he had that night—the night he begged her to stay and she had to leave. His tortured sobs had followed her for years after that, a not so silent reminder of what she had to leave behind.
“Shh, it’s okay,” she cooed softly, petting his hair, as she finally gave him the words she should have said before.
“I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
He let out a soft whimper at that, too far gone to even think about how pathetic it might have sounded. They stay like that, seeking refuge in each other's arms, for a bit. Her hands stayed in his hair, even when he finally lifted his head from her neck, tears drying on his cheeks as a hazy smile spread across his face.
El grinned, one finger tracing along his jaw before nudging his nose teasingly, “Three times, huh? Must be some sort of record. And I’m going to have to replace that light bulb.”
He huffed out a breath that was half laugh, half disbelief, eyes still a little glassy as he looked at her. “God, all these years and you still know me so well. There's nothing I love more than excelling.”
“You mean being better than other people?” she asked, arching a brow.
“Yup.”
She shifted then, easing down beside him and guiding him gently onto his back. He went easily, and she curled into him, her head settling over his chest. His arm wrapped around her instructively, and it felt like coming home after a long day. Her ear was pressed to chest, listening as his heart beat and breathing slowly evened out beneath her. His fingers moved lazily along her spine, grounding himself in the steady feel of her. She was here, and she wasn’t going anywhere.
The room was quieter now, as they took each other in. Sheets twisted around their legs, rumpled and half hanging off the side of the bed. The broken lamp sat dark on the nightstand, useless, leaving the lavender-scented candle El had lit when they first got home and setting sun as the only glow in the room. Mike would consider himself a pretty decent writer, but he had no words to describe how beautiful El looked in this light. She looked dreamlike, she looked like a secret just for him, and he felt like he could say anything to her in this moment. Every deep dark thought he kept to himself, it could be hers now too.
“I don’t care about anyone else, though.” Mike’s expression shifted, so open and honest that he suddenly looked very young again. The same Mike she loved, the same Mike she left.
“My book was a New York Times bestseller for months and although that accomplishment was nice, I guess, it felt… empty.” He said the words like he was letting out a long drawn breath, “All I could think about was how badly I wanted you to read it.”
She stared up at him intently, nodding slowly. Like she felt every word, like they pained her too.
“I only want to be the best… for you.”
He found himself cringing the second the words left his mouth, aware of how he must have sounded, like an obedient dog that gained the ability to speak. The thought made his face heat up. But El only reached up and tucked a curl behind his ear, letting her thumb linger on his cheek.
“You are.” She said and then she grinned devilishly, “In more ways than one.”
He tried to ignore the bliss that washed over him at her validation, masking it with a scandalized gasp.
“El Hopper! When did you get so crude?”
She laughed. She brought her hand to his chest, drawing shapes with her finger tip, “I did read it. It made me sad.”
“I know, you said.”
“But it was the best book I ever read.” She pressed her palm against his chest and lifted herself slightly, just enough to make him look at her.“And I’m not just… saying that. I have read a lot of books since I left you all.” She said, subtly boasting, wanting the smartest boy she knew to know she was smart, too.
“Yours was still my favourite. I like… the way you say things. I always have.”No one in the world's gonna hold me
No one in the word can move me
No one in the world can love me like you do, baby
Every time I'm with someone
I'm loving you and I want to run
I wanna run back to your arms again
Ain't no one in the world (no one in the world)
Loves me like you doPlease take me back (please take me back)
Oh babe, I can't go on (I can't go on)
I'm not happy in my life without you
I'll do whatever it takes
I've got to get you back with me again (got to get you back with me)
I realize I need you here in my life(Every time) you got the love that I need
(Love I need) ain't nobody 'round here to love me -
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Pampered heiress Eleven Hopper has a party-girl image to maintain, but all the shopping and clubbing is starting to feel a little bit hollow-and a whole lot lonely. Though El would never admit it, the highlights of her week are the mornings when she comes home at the same time as her uptight, workaholic neighbor is leaving to hit the gym and put in a long day at the office. Teasing him is the most fun El's had in years-and the fuel for all her naughtiest daydreams.
Celebrity divorce attorney Michael Wheeler doesn't have much time for women, especially spoiled tabloid princesses who spend more time on Page Six than at an actual job. Although El's drop-dead gorgeous, she's also everything Michael resents: the type of girl who inherited her penthouse instead of earning it. But after Michael caps one of their predawn sparring sessions with a surprise kiss-a kiss that's caught on camera-all of Manhattan is gossiping about whether they're a real couple. And nobody's more surprised than Michael to find that the answer just might be yes.
Bookmarked by yellowbennysburgerstshirt (allwithyou)
05 Mar 2026
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took me by surprise this lovely little rom com! el had an english vibe & loved max & side hellcheer
“Ms. Hopper. Welcome home.”
“This is Brody,” I say. “He’s my friend.”
All three men give me a look at that, although I suspect none of them believes that Brody’s coming back to my apartment at five A.M. as a friend.
Michael certainly doesn’t believe it; that’s clear from the stony expression.
I force myself to meet his eyes. “Red shoes, Dorothy!” I say, desperate to get back to our usual place of caustic banter.
He merely inclines his head backward, in the bare minimum of acknowledgment. He doesn’t have his travel mug today, and for some reason it bothers me. I mean, maybe he just wasn’t hungry, but I don’t like when he’s out of his routine.
No—I don’t like when we’re out of our routine.
But I’m also almost glad. It proves my point that he is not the right guy for me, that I shouldn’t have to fall all over myself just in order to get a man to be polite.
“See you tomorrow, Mr. Ramirez,” Michael says. “Brody.”
Brody’s already opening the donut box, his stubby fingers reaching for the maple bacon donut I bought specifically for Ramon, but he lifts a hand in farewell.
Not that Michael even sees. He’s already striding away without so much as a backward glance.
Let him go.
It’s excellent advice I give myself, except my body doesn’t listen. Without a word to Ramon or Brody, I dash after Michael, pushing through the revolving doors into the chilly October morning.
“Michael!”
He’s already several steps away from the building, but he halts when he hears me say his name. His body is tense, as though he’s willing himself to keep walking, but like me, maybe he’s not entirely in control of his body, because he turns around.
“What the hell?” I snap, striding toward him with as much purpose as I can in strappy Saint Laurent platforms. I’m grateful for the extra height when we come nearly toe-to-toe. It allows me to endure his scowl at least a little closer to eye level than usual, given our height difference.
“What?” he snaps back.
“What was that?” I ask, gesturing with my head toward the building. “You can’t even be civil?”
“We’re never civil,” he counters. His eyes are angry, and that pisses me off. He doesn’t get to be angry. I’ve been nothing but nice to him, and I’m sick to death of being treated like trash.
“I don’t need a hug, but I at least deserve to have my presence acknowledged,” I say, lifting my chin.
His gaze rakes over me, taking in the shorter-than-usual blue dress. “What, Brady’s slobbering attention isn’t enough for you? You need the entire male population to kiss the ground you flounce on, is that it? Because you can count me out.”
“Quit being an ass,” I hiss, placing a hand on his chest and shoving. He doesn’t so much as rock backward. “What is with you? I thought we were making progress on Friday. I thought we were on the verge of . . .”
His eyes narrow. “On the verge of what?”
“Of being friends!”
“I don’t need friends, Eleven. Not friends like you.”
It’s so mean, so cruelly dismissive, that I lift my hand to slap him, even though I’ve never struck a soul in my life.
His fingers close on my wrist, his eyes furious. “Don’t even think about it.”
I try to yank my hand free, but he holds fast, his grip like a vise even as he bends slightly to set his briefcase on the ground. “What do you want from me, Eleven? Why are you chasing me outside in the cold instead of taking him to your warm bed?”
“Excellent question. Let me go so I can do exactly that,” I say angrily, wiggling my wrist in a helpless attempt to get free and go back to Brody.
Instead he tightens his fingers, tugging me close. I stumble a little on my sky-high heels and his other arm comes around me, steadying me.
“I know,” he says, his voice quiet and menacing.
“You know what?” I challenge.
His eyes bore into mine, angry and . . . something else. “I know why you’re out here with me instead of inside with him,” he says quietly.
“You don’t know crap,” I say, lifting my hands and pushing against his shoulders. “Let me go so I can go be with a guy who actually likes me.”😌🙃❤️🔥
I love the thought of us in the evening
Crave the feeling
The way you feel, something 'bout it's healing
I'm praying we don't f*ck this upMaybe if I'm lucky you might stay the afternoon
If you've gotta work just promise me you'll come back soon
Maybe you should pack a suitcase tooI love the thought of you never leaving
Days repeating
Getting steps up on the treadmill while you're sleeping
Never thought I'd believe in love againopposites attract-paula abdul
if i could change your mind-haim
day & night-everything but the girl (caul e remix)
spotlight-jessie ware
don't get the deal-beadaboobee
man i need/it isn't perfect but it might be-olivia dean
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“Yeah,” El choked out, her voice cracking as she laid on her side with her walkie-talkie cradled to her chest. “I’m here. Over.”
“Hey! I’ve been losing my mind all week thinking about you. I didn’t get any letters last week and I was at Cerebro for hours Monday night and you never answered. Are you okay? Over.” The connection sputtered, but his voice held through.
Telling her boyfriend about the last few weeks, seemed to be the very last thing she wanted right now. Friends don’t lie. But lying was the only thing she was good at these days.
ST4 comes out in 1 month and this is a mix of Mileven predictions, theories, and mainly what I want to happen, following with the Cali crew plot I'm assuming we will get in Vol. 1
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- Part 1 of Do You Copy?
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Bookmarked by yellowbennysburgerstshirt (allwithyou)
25 Feb 2026
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“Don’t start doubting yourself. You’ve got this.”
El nodded, pursed her lips, and let out a long shaky breath. “I don’t know how long I’ll be in there. The water might get cold.”
“I’ll get you some more clothes from the car,” Mike said, and she gave him a weak smile before raising her chin and kissing him sweetly.
Raising her left hand, she cupped his jaw and gracefully dragged her thumb along his cheekbones, grateful for him in a way she didn’t know how to verbalize. He could feel the cold press of her ring against his jaw, and it made him smile and pull away.
“Thank you,” was all she could say. “I don’t know if I’ll ever understand why you do so much f-”
“Don’t thank me for doing the bare minimum,” he interrupted bluntly. “You deserve more than you’ve been given, but this-,” he balled up his left hand in a fist and raised his knuckles between them, letting the ring glimmer in the half-lit kitchen. “This is my job.”
Her eyes widened at the words and she swallowed as her throat tightened. For a split second, she remembered the times when those words came from Hopper’s mouth, before she shook her head, shaking all the sad thoughts out like a dog shaking off water.
Taking a short pause to read her misty eyes, they held each other's stare until her breathing evened out and they nodded together.""It was memories of love that had freed her from One’s vines. It was love for Max that allowed El to grab her mind that last second before her conscience was caught in One’s mind. It was the reminder of love in Max’s life that made her want to wake up in her real body. It was Mike’s love for El that convinced him to keep up with the compressions. To not stop, not quit. Not give up on their promises, their bond. It was always love between them. From the moment they met in the woods, El felt the spark of something she couldn’t yet comprehend. The first person that would not only show her love, but love her for exactly who she was. The person who was there to witness, as love from the other members of the party formed for her. The person who would stay at her side for the rest of her life.
The difference he had made in her life was nearly too much for her. Why did he bring me home that night? Too much to understand. How can he love me so…fully? Too much to wrap her head around. So…completely…without compromise? Tears slipped from her closed eyelids as she whispered over and over how much she loved him.
Kissing the tears from her cheeks, he reveled in the sound of air going in and out of her lungs, the feel of her heartbeat, the rise and fall of her love-bitten and scarred chest pressing into his bare skin. There were those three and a half nightmarish minutes where he had none of those things. Not her voice, not her tears, not air in her lungs, nor the beat of her heart. Nothing. Now he had everything. All of her. And as he kissed away her tears, and shed a few of his own, he told her of his adoration. Of how proud he was of her as the sheets began to tangle around them. How grateful he was for her. How thankful. How honored he was to have found her in the woods. How lucky and proud he was of the real meaning behind their rings. How much he adored her.
How he gave himself so fully and completely to her. And she gave herself to him.""Once Mrs. Wheeler and Nancy had left the hallway, Mike remained with his chest pressed against her back, and crossed his arms low over her waist in front of her. Had times been different and they were older and in a house of their own, his hands might’ve rested low on her abdomen for other reasons that weren’t because he had bruised her upper half so badly he was scared to touch it. And he craved the life where that reason was more likely than the one they were living through now.
She turned in his arms, hugging him full-on as he pressed his lips over and over to the side of her forehead. You’re not a secret anymore. My mom will fight for you.
Raising her head from where it was buried in his chest, she lifted her arms to wrap around his neck and he rested his hands on her hips, tracing her skin with his thumbs under her sweatshirt.
He held her stare, before ducking his head to give her a slow kiss. They hadn’t had much time to themselves, and this certainly wasn’t an opening in their schedule, as people were waiting for them, but it was enough.
“We got this,” he whispered against her lips, before kissing her again a second time. Then a third, wordlessly promising that whatever El decided to reveal to his mom, he’d be on board with. Promising that they were going to be okay and that they could get through anything. Promising that given just a few more years, and the deeper meaning of their matching rings could be announced.
So with their hands intertwined, they joined the others in Nancy’s room looking like a couple that was willing to do the unthinkable to be able to remain alive together,"