Mileven One-Shots

furry little creature

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eleven was almost always alone in the cabin. at first it had been nice; learning to appreciate the comfort of the calming and just safe silence, but after awhile she grew restless.

bored as she had learned.

the boys could visit now at least so that was a plus, but not everyday. and everyday it seemed as though hopper had to work.

the tv was good for a couple hours. like, in the mornings when they showed those funny cartoons before hopper left to leave. she learns she likes jem and the holograms, inspector gadget, and looney tunes after awhile. they're funny and silly.
and then, after el will watch a bit of some soap operas (not that she has any clue what those are) and occasionally repeat or join in on commentary.

she's still confused on some stuff they talk about sometimes, and hopper usually just awkwardly shuffles and says she's too young and that "you shouldn't watch that stuff kid."

but he isn't home most of the time anyways so it's not like he could tell her no when she puts it on.

plus how was eleven supposed to know what happened to the newmans and the abbots in the bold and the beautiful? tv was complicated.

at least when mike came over she was never bored. she liked when it was just them.

not that she didn't like her friends or anything but it was always nice to be able to hold his hand without the teasing. or even the occasional kiss when he knew the chief was not home and had snuck over.

she liked when that'd happen. even better when mike would bring stuff with him to do. like monopoly (which is hard and confusing) and coloring books too. he'd always smile when it was only them.

something she hadn't seen a lot of that past year.

which only brought her back to right now. sitting on the couch, bored as ever with a stupid book she couldn't read. dumb words were too big to understand and read.

her eyes closed gently, huffing and pushing the book off to the side, as she rolled over. maybe a nap could be good? helps pass the time.

el had just dozed off into a light slumber when there was a knock at the door. startled, she sat up right.

it was still too early for hop to be home and her heart raced slightly for a second. the knock continued but this time a bit louder and she heard a voice- a relieving soft one.

"el? it's me! mike."

suddenly much more awake than before eleven unlocked the door and low and behold is mike wheeler looking like an absolute picture perfect angel. at least el thinks so.

he's dressed in a stripped sweater (he hates it) that his grandmother had made for him and bundled in a coat, as snowflakes danced gently around in the air. some were on his cheek and she wanted to touch them away, but her gaze was distracted by something else lying in his arms instead.

"can i come in?" mike asks, obviously freezing.

in awe she grins opening and welcoming him in. he smiles shyly once he's settled on the couch besides her. "i know you've been lonely here- i mean i know you can't leave for another year and how like, we can't always be here either so..." he puffs gently. "i thought it'd be nice to have a friend here with you. you know, keep you company."

mike lifts the small grey ball of fur and chuckles nervously, offering the tiny little kitten over.

it's absolutely adorable (new word!) with its blue eyes and greyish and black markings that she can only gaps softly. it was just so cute!

mike smiles, softly placing the pet in el's lap. petting her she giggles when the animal starts to purr and meow soothingly. "do you like her? her names daisy. dustin and i found her out back in the alley behind the arcade." he now pets the kitten too now and el's chests warms at the look on his face. "poor thing was all dirty and hungry."

"i like her," she whispered. "thank you mike." and without a thought she pressed her lips gently against his own. surprised, he froze but only for a second, before moving gently too.

it was short and sweet and like el had liked, it was always nice.

blushing bright red mike turns his gaze away, knowing full well if he looked into her eyes anymore intensely, words might spill. words people say he's to young to say.

"i've already bathed and fed her and stuff so she's good for right now. but, you're gonna have to get all the stuff to take care of her." he said.

she nodded. "i'll just tell hop. he'll get it for me."

"are you sure? i mean what if he says no to you having daisy?"

"he won't."

"how do you know that?" mike asked and for one of the first times he saw her smirk, it was small but still there. "cause when ever i do this-" he watches as her eyes go big and big, her mouth gently puffed out and gosh, he would do anything for her with that puppy dog look. "he always ends up doing it," she says and mike knows he's screwed. (like he wasn't before anyways)

and she was right. hopper had put his foot down, repeating how much of a responsibility it was to have and raise a pet, but then she'd whipped out  the puppy eyes and just like that- he was sighing and mumbling about "damn kitty litter" and how "expensive this shit was."

el only hid her smirk, cuddling the small creature against her chest.

she wasn't alone anymore.

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this shit is so random and the fluffy and i don't know why. it's also 4 am where i am and like i wrote this all under 30 minuets so if there mistakes sorry!