100 Ways to Say 'I Love You' | Mileven 💕✅

90. You can tell me anything

90. You can tell me anything.

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El was sobbing in her room, in the quiet cabin - Hopper stuck in the station, stuck on the night shift covering for someone. Usually, it was Hopper she went running to. Usually in the middle of the night. As she curled into the man, needing the comfort of the man that she calls a 'teddy bear'. But, when Hopper was unavailable to comfort her, she goes running the one person who owns her heart.

Mike Wheeler.

She loves Mike with all her heart, and she knew that he was the one that she was going to spend the rest of her life with.

But right now, whilst she was in floods of tears, she just wanted Mike's arms wrapped around her so tightly and comfortingly. That she had to get him on the end of the phone... well, supercom.

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When Mike finally arrived at the cabin: exhausted, tired, panting heavily but alert as he started his secret knock, created with El - for the door to be quickly unlocked telekinetically by El. He had quickly gotten used to El unlocking the door by her powers, the first time this happened, he almost jumped out of his skin when he suddenly heard the chains on the door open.

"El? Where are you, darling?" Mike called, as he walked in and shut the door behind him, putting the locks back where they were supposed to be. He heard El sniffle loudly from her bedroom, whilst he was taking off his shoes. 

When he was walking into El's room, he heard her shuffling and saw her slowly emerge at the doorway, swaddled in her quilted cover, red eyes, red nose, tear-stained cheeks. How long had she been crying for?

"Come here," Mike softly spoke, opening his arms for her. He watched as his heart broke, as she continued to cry softly, shuffled gently and nuzzled into Mike's comforting arms. Mike rubbed where her back would be, and whispered soft and loving words into her ear as he rocked her back and forth on their feet.

"You can tell me anything," Mike promised, reaching a hand around to run his fingers through her hair. El couldn't get a single word out, as the memories of her being treated like she was their on personal lab rat. They didn't care about her feelings or anything, she was just an experiment that was to be chucked away when finished with.

She couldn't get any words out, and burst into a fresh set of tears, as she sobbed heavily into the shoulder of the boy who had saved her, protected her and fed her at 12-years-old, and now loved her with his whole heart at 17.