Mileven One-Shots

Fight For You

A/N: Hi, all! I hope you enjoyed my last story. I honestly didn't like part 2 as much as I like part 1, I thought it kinda sucked. I'm not a huge fan of part 1 either tbh. At least it gives me room to improve!

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL INCLUDE HEAVY TALK OF WAR AND SOME WAR TRAUMA. IF ANYONE IS SENSITIVE OF THIS, PLEASE CONSIDER SKIPPING THIS STORY.

So, I am currently sitting in bed and this idea came to me and I like it a lot. The idea is Mike and El are living during WWII time and we see how they cope with different situations. They are in their mid 20's in this one-shot. I'm sorry if some of my information is off, I did my best to find accurate sources. This is the best idea for a one-shot I think I have come up with, and I like the idea, so without further ado, enjoy!

(El's POV)

The newspaper headlines were posted all over Hawkins. One couldn't help but look longingly at the title in despair. 

"ALL HEALTHY MEN BETWEEN THE AGES OF 21-45 ARE REQUIRED TO REGISTER FOR THE NATIONAL DRAFT"

My naturally rosy cheeks stung in the chilly September air as I left the drug store, grasping the newspaper, along with my paper bag filled with onions, bread, and other necessities. My pleated skirt blew in the harsh wind as my calves were aching more and more every second with each leaf that touched them. My feet nearly went numb, partially from the difficult gravel I was walking on, and partially because of the god-awful high heels that society forced me to wear. 

Finally, after what felt like hours of walking through the wind, I arrived at my humble abode. 

"Mike, dear, I'm home!" I tried to sound cheery, to avoid saddening his mood as well. I couldn't bear to see my beloved Mike upset by the now war-ridden country. I also feared him getting drafted more than anything. It sounded incredibly selfish, but I never wanted my Mike to leave my side. I couldn't even think about him not returning, it hurt too much. 

Suddenly, his tall body appeared from around the corner. His eyes looking like deep, dark, ink. Ink that could write for days and days. His arms being strong enough to hold me and make me feel as if he'd never let me go, but delicate enough to never hurt me. I loved him with all of my heart, and I was dreading telling him the news. 

"Hey, darling! I've missed you!" He said with a big smile as he walked over to me and grabbed the bag of groceries from my arms. I kept the newspaper in my coat pocket, me wanting to tell him of the War myself. He kissed me on the nose and put the bag of groceries down momentarily. 

"Awe, El, your nose is so cold! And your cheeks, why, they must be freezing! I can't even imagine how cold your poor legs are! Let's get you on the cozy sofa with a blanket, shall we? Dinner can wait. You need to warm up, my love!" His kind words warmed my heart. All I wanted to do was curl up on that sofa with my person and talk about our days together. 

I wrapped my arms around his body, and nuzzled my face into his shoulder. 

"That is all I want to do, baby. But trust me, I am going to make you the best dinner you have ever had. Then, I have to tell you something," He must have noticed my newly somber expression because concern grew on his face like wildfire. 

"What is it, if it worries you, please tell me! I want to know so I can help you feel better, love," The charming nickname flattered me, but I wanted to make sure he was in a good mood before hearing this life-altering news. 

"After dinner, I promise. I want you to be in a good mood when hearing it. It will certainly put a damper on your day, and I want to do nothing of the sort, but seeing as I'll have to, I want to make the next few hours of your life perfect!" I was determined to make sure he would have a wonderful day leading up to it. It would wreck him.