Mileven One-Shots

Bad Dreams

This chapter is dedicated to megmax679 who had a request which are open! (: just DM me. Also sorry this took kind long and you were very nice!

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She still felt the imaginary sting.

Her cheek tingled and throbbed for only instant, almost mocking her as the pain was not real. Oh, but how wrong that was.

El felt it, deep in her heart, the hurt shaking the girl down to her core. It was unbelievable for her to dream of something so harsh and vivid and just not true.

Still, it made Eleven cry out in horror and it wasn't long until a certain freckled teenage boy was running to her room.

"El?! Eleven are you okay?" Mike found her curled up between the thick blankets, usually they provided her with warmth and comfort but all she felt was suffocated by them.

His hand sought out for hers but she flinched at his touch and it made the boy's eyes widen in hurt. "El...what's wrong?"

She sniffles, her head popping out of the blanket and Mike's heart almost breaks at the sight; eyes red and puffy, lip quivering.

This time when he touches her she doesn't pull away and he takes that as a small win but all that comes crashing down at the girl's words.

"You hurt me..."

Mike was stunned. Whole body freezing before jumping into action. "No! No El I would never do that."

Eleven nodded vigorously," I-In my dream you did. Just like papa." Flashes of the dream came back suddenly and she whimpered at it.

It was wrong.
All wrong.

"You hit me," she sobbed abruptly and that was all it took for Mike to scoop her up, gathering El up onto his lap. Normally this position would have made him blush positively cherry but, in this circumstance he didn't have time to focus on that.

"I would never do that to you El."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Why? You have nothing to be sorry about princess." The nickname made a small smile appear. It always had away of making her feel better.

"I know..." she muttered, fingers messing with the bottom of his shirt quietly, breathing soft.

Mike just held her for the longest time, rocking her gently back and forth. It might have been for what seemed like hours but he didn't mind, it was Eleven after all.

"Mike?"

He looked down at the girl. "Yeah?"

"Thank you for being you and not like Papa. You're nice and kind..." El whispered, her hand coming up to his cheek that turned hot and red under it. "and pretty."

Mike Wheeler could have fried an egg on his face from how hot it was.

"You're beautiful," he blurted and she smiled pressing a kiss to his cheek before laying down besides him. Her eyes pleading and patting the space next to her.

"Stay with me?" El asked softly holding his hand and how was he supposed to say no to her? Not that he ever did anyways.

"Always."

Eleven woke up in the morning feeling much better than the night before.

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