Stranger Things & IT x Reader Oneshots

Micheal Wheeler x Reader: Party Favor

Not part two of My Boy, sorry ☹️❤️
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Hey, leave a message.

I groaned as I called the Wheeler's home phone for the millionth time "hello?" I heard a voice "thank god! Mrs. Wheeler, can I please talk to Mike I-" I heard a beep and I slammed the phone onto the wall where it was mounted "this is bullshit!" I screamed out.

I grabbed my Walkie-Talkie and spoke into it "Mike, please pick up! I need to talk to you!" I heard silence and sighed "none of this is even my fault!"

Hey, call me back, when you get this, or when you've got a minute, we really need to talk.

I kept calm "Micheal, please talk to me, I know you're there, your always on this channel, I-I have something to say, I know it didn't go so well last time but I-I need to talk to you, please" I begged, but it was still silent.

Wait, you know what, maybe just forget it, cause by the time you get this, your number might be blocked.

"Ugh, forget it" I sighed and set the device down, I heard the device being picked up from the other side "what?" I heard a voice ask with annoyance.

Stay, and blah, blah, blah, you just want what you can't have, no wait, I'll call the cops, if you don't stop, I'll call your dad.

"Mike!" I smiled as I picked up the tall device, I heard a sigh and frowned again "what do you want?" "Over" I smiled "what?" I heard him ask curiously "you said to say over when we're done talking" I slightly smiled, but was sad since I knew what I had to tell him.

"Whatever" he mumbled "I should just get this over with" I sighed and shook my head "get what over with?" I heard the curiosity in his stern voice.

And I hate to do this to you on your birthday, happy birthday by the way, "it's not you it's me" and all that other bullshit, you know that's bullshit, don't cha babe, I'm not your party favor.

"It's your birthday today, right Mike?" I asked as I gripped the heart shaped necklace the boy got me last December.

"Yeah, why?" He asked "um, well, I just want to wish you a happy birthday before I say this" I sighed and clenched the necklace tighter.

"Say what?" He asked "look Mike, um, it's not you it's me...I guess" I whispered "what are you talking about?" I sighed and grew irritated "never mind what I said was bullshit, look, I don't know why it always seems to be my fault, you blame me for Eleven's disappearance, you take your emotions out on me when I try to comfort you, and you're always so rude to the group and I, I'm your girlfriend, I want to be there for you, but you'd rather be with El, so, I think we should split up" I spoke softly as my eyes started to water "w-what?" I could hear the quiver in his voice "b-but I-I-" I could hear his voice grow softer and sadder.

Look, now I know we could've done it better, but we can't change the weather, and the weathers come and gone, books don't make sense if you read 'em backwards, you'll single out the wrong words, like you mishear all my songs.

I heard a shaking sigh come from the other line, and could hear the trembles and sobs, which caused me to also become sadder than I was, I loved him with all my heart, but I can't deal with the pain anymore.

You hear stay, and blah, blah, blah, you just want what you can't have, no wait, I'll call the cops, if you don't stop, I'll call your dad.

"Wait Y/n! I-I'm sorry and-" "forget it Mike, ever since you met Eleven, everything's changed, who knew spending one week with a strange girl could change you so much, when she gone missing, you blamed it all on me, and made me feel terrible, when I did nothing wrong, it was obvious how much more you loved her than me" my hands started shaking and I tightly gripped the Walkie-Talkie.

His sobs grew louder and I could already picture the scenario, he's probably sitting in the fort of his basement, and was trying to signal Eleven.

And I hate to do this to you on your birthday, happy birthday by the way, "it's not you, it's me" and all that other bullshit, you know that's bullshit, don't cha, babe, I'm not your part favor.

"I'm sorry Mike" I whispered and slammed down the antenna of the tall device, his soft broken voice got cut off and I sighed deeply "you have no idea how heartbreaking that was for me" I whispered to myself and clenched the necklace once again "goodbye, Mike."

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I wrote this at 4 am, of course it's gonna suck.