Stranger Things & IT x Reader Oneshots

Micheal Wheeler x Reader: idontwannabeyouanymore

Part two of Bellyache.

We're gonna pretend there's mirrors in jail.

....this and Bellyache might also connect to Control...but that's between me, myself, and I.

Bold: Lyrics
Italics: Flashbacks

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Don't be that way, fall apart twice a day, I just wish you could feel what you say, show, never tell, but I know you too well, kind of mood that you wish you could sell.

I weeped and dropped the bloody knife, everyone but the police had fled the scene, I looked down at my lover, he wasn't dead, just majorly injured, same with Eleven.

I was only thirteen, and I'd have to spend the rest of my life in jail. I had let my anger control me, I didn't actually want to hurt them, well, that was partly true.

I looked up at the police chief that stood before me, more tears fell down my rosy cheeks, I could tell Hopper felt bad for arresting a kid, but also held lots of anger in his eyes, he treated El like his own daughter, the kind of parents I wish I had...

I surrendered myself and raised my hands, hot tears fell down my cheeks and I was sobbing like there was no tomorrow, I would have to spend all my life in a hell hole, all because I let out my anger...

Hopper put my hands behind my back and locked the tight handcuffs on my wrists. "I can't believe you, kid" he harshly whispered and shoved me in the backseat of the cop car. I held my head low as many kids from outside watched the scene, I saw Dustin, Lucas, and Will.

They were all glaring at me, they all had a mixture of hate, sadness, and fear, I had just screwed up my future.

If teardrops could be bottled, there'd be swimming pools, filled by models, told that tight dress is what makes you a whore. If "I love you" was a promise, would you break it, if you're honest, tell the mirror what you know she's heard before, idontwannabeyouanymore.

I sobbed and sat on the rock hard bed in the jail cell I was currently in. I heard news that Mike and El survived and are okay, physically, but not mentally, they're probably scarred for life.

I held my head and heard faint whispers in my head.

"Don't worry Y/n, we'll be together forever!" Mike spoke happily and intertwined our fingers, my eyes lit up "really? What about Eleven?" I asked in curiosity, he shrugged "I love her like a sister" "you promise?" I asked, he faintly smiled "I promise." I don't know any brothers who make out with their "sisters."

I stood up and looked at the small mirror hanging horizontally on the wall, I looked at it and immediately frowned, I wish I could go back in time and change everything, I wish I could've stopped myself. I frowned and looked at my unbrushed hair, my shaking hands, the scars on my arms, my chapped lips, my fat nose, my giant forehead, my plain eyes. (OoF, you're all beautiful though ❤️)

The tears came back and my frown deepened, was I not pretty enough for Mike, or kind enough? Was I not as good as Eleven, who I learned is now addressed as Jane.

Hands getting cold, loosing feeling's, getting old, was I made from a broken mold? Hurt, I can't shake, we've made every mistake, only you know the way that I break.

If teardrops could be bottled, there'd be swimming pools, filled by models, told that tight dress is what makes you a whore. If "I love you" was a promise, would you break it, if you're honest, tell the mirror what you know she's heard before, idontwannabeyou, idontwannabeyou, idontwannabeyou....anymore.

"I don't wanna be you, anymore."

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