Mileven Oneshots

The Boy Who Found Her In The Rain

After the Gate

He'd always smelt like home to her. Even after so long - through the shared agony and the nights she fell into fitful sleep with tear-tracks still wet on her cheeks - his smell, and her association with it, still burned strongly, a pit of glowing embers in her heart. Woodsy and almost salty, like the ocean, and something that distinctly said home to her, spelled out in the sky for just her to see. Engraved in her heart, in her very being, like she was born with him engrained into her DNA. He smelt like days spent in the basement, like eggos and Rory the dinosaur. Something you couldn't buy in a bottle, it was him, completely and utterly his own. Memories she cherished.

She loved him more and more every moment she lay there.

She smelt it now as the light pitter-patter of rain woke her from her sleep. The light streamed in through the paisley patterned curtains of the unfamiliar room. She should feel panicky. She didn't know where she was, she couldn't identify anything she knew, but she couldn't quite help the way her heart swelled when she looked over and found him curled up beside her, face soft in sleep. It took all her willpower not to jump up and down for joy when she saw him, jaw relaxed, his dotting of freckles stark against his milky white skin. He was beautiful. She knew it the moment she met him, really, but it had taken moments of trust for her to let her walls down and let him in. The boy who found her in the rain. 

She smiled softly. It shouldn't be possible for someone to be so pretty even in sleep. As she began to wake up more, El soon realised the position they were in, and her cheeks blushed a deep pink. He was laying facing her, arm thrown across her waist but his hand splayed across her back, his subconscious keeping her close when he was not awake to do so. Her hands were clutched together on his chest, the steady up and down of his breathing calming her, letting her know that it's alright, she survived, he  survived. Today is new beginnings. Today is the start of every other day after this, after the pain and the suffering, today is everything. Today is together again.

He began to wake. Eyes scrunched up slightly, nose wrinkling, (cute, cute, cute, her heart screamed) lips pursed. And then, those beautiful eyes she loved to get lost in opened, and every other thought that was bouncing around in her brain melted away because wow, Mike's here, he's really here, and he's looking at her like no one had ever been quite as magical as her in that moment. A soft smile broke across his face, a pink hue adorning his cheeks, similar to hers. (It's so much cuter on him, though, she thinks, everything is cuter on him) 

"El."

His voice is lower and raspier than she remembers, and he's taller too, from what she recalls of her hazy memories of the night before. But he's just as ethereal as the day she met him and she doesn't know what she did to deserve to meet him, let alone lie beside him right now, but she swears that today and everyday after this she is gonna treasure every second, because he is her lucky star and she's never been so grateful for anything, ever.

There's so many things she wants to say to him. She wants to cry and scream and tell him that seeing his face is like the first rain after a drought, that she may have saved his life physically, but god, the memory of him saved her from giving up all day, every day for 353 days. That he was everything to her, that she missed him so much that she felt like she was tearing apart at the seams every moment she was awake, and every moment she was asleep, because her subconscious missed him just as much - 

But she doesn't say any of that. She settles for her version of the one word he gave her - 

"Mike."

And it's enough. Somehow, he just always gets it. And always has, from the moment he gave her his jacket in the rain and took her hand. He's just always got it. She wouldn't trade him for the world's riches. Because he shuffles closer, nose slightly bumping hers as he breaths in deeply. He adjusts slightly, pulling her tight against him, head falling into the place between her shoulder and neck. She sniffs slightly, and breaths him in. He'd always smelt like home to her.

"Missed you." She says.

"Missed you more." Comes his reply, slightly muffled from her neck.

She smiles softly.

The boy who found her in the rain.

A/N: I'm.... alive? I know, I know, I haven't updated since the birth of Christ, (September of last year) but I'm hereeeeeeeeeeeeee. I don't really have that great of an excuse imma be honest, just usual 'life got in the way' kinda stuff, and I'm sorry. But hey it's all uphill from here, right? Anyways I hope this was good, it's just a dump of mileven feels because they are the cutest thing in the world and I'm literally going to combust before we get season 3 because I. Need. More.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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