Mike Wheeler x Female!Reader
warnings/tags: very slight s5 spoilers!!!, swearing, established relationship
summary: you’re still upset at mike’s previous actions so you ignore him. mike is desperate to apologize.
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hi lovlies!! here is part two to drunk! i hope everyone enjoys!
48 hours. An entire weekend came and went.
It was radio silence from Mike. There were no phone calls for you, no check-ins on your walkie-talkie, no rocks thrown at your window in the middle of the night. Nothing.
Steve half dragged your sobbing figure home that eventful Friday night. Which is where you stayed all weekend long, stewing in your thoughts.
When you woke Saturday afternoon you found yourself very familiar with the porcelain in your bathroom and spent the majority of your day cozied up next to it. As night fell and the nausea subsided, you found yourself recalling your fight with Mike.
The memory in your mind was incoherent and choppy at best, but every word you could recall leaving Mike’s mouth made your heart ache. Tears flooded your vision as you laid curled underneath your blanket.
There was a fire in Mike’s eyes that burned with anger and frustration as he told you who and what you are. You are selfish and green with envy. You’re stubborn and when something doesn’t go your way, you run.
Come Sunday morning you woke with your eyes swollen and nose stuffy, you didn’t think you could cry more even if you tried. You spent your day holed up in your room, only coming out to snag a quick breakfast and freshen up.
In attempt to distract yourself from the gnawing feeling inside your chest you turned the radio on and picked up a book.
Lying in bed you read the same page over and over and over again, the distraction turning out to be a complete failure.
A soft knock sounded at your bedroom door as your mother peaked her head in, “Honey, one of your friends is on the line,” your heart rate sightly picked up.
Reaching for the phone that sat on your bedside table you picked up the receiver and brought it to your ear, “Hello?” You hesitantly spoke into the phone.
“Hey kiddo!” Steve’s bright voice came through the phone.
“Oh, it’s you,” the disappointment could be heard in your voice.
“Geez, no need to sound so excited,” Steve forced out a chuckle. “Look kid, I know I’m probably not the person you were expecting to hear from, but I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing.”
You’re disappointment quickly changed to anger. Steve Harrington of all people called to check in on you but your own boyfriend couldn’t. Mike couldn’t pick up his phone and call to tell you he fucked up and that he was sorry.
You let out an angry sigh, “You know what Steve, I really appreciate you calling. My weekend has been real shitty. First off, I was hungover and sick as shit— please remind me to never drink again. And I have been crying my eyes out all day and night over a stupid boy that can’t be bothered to do the very simple thing that you are doing right now,” you take in a deep breath after venting.
You didn’t deserve his treatment. Sure, you didn’t have powers like Eleven, you weren’t a sharp shooter like Nancy, you weren’t ridiculously smart like Dustin. But you had your assets; your ability to adapt to stressful situations is exactly why you were appointed to help devise the party’s plans, your loyalty and willingness to protect your loved ones without hesitation made everyone trust and rely on you.
Silence rang loud from the other end of the receiver, “Hello? Steve? You there?” You tentatively asked.
“Hi–yeah, I’m here,” Steve rushed his words out, “Yeah–it sucks real bad. So sorry to hear about your…crying? Listen kid, nice chat. I gotta go–,” Steve abruptly hung up the phone leaving you dumbfounded.
Back at the Squawk, Steve slammed the receiver back onto the hook and spun around to face his gaggle of teenagers, “Yeah, you’re fucked. Like royally screwed. She’s no longer in the sad stage and has officially entered pissed territory…Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.” Steve placed his hands on his hips.
Mike paced back and forth, biting his thumb nail, “Shit,” he whispered underneath his breath, “Shit,” he yelled.
“She’s never going to want to talk to me again. She hates my guts now. What do I do?” If Mike wasn’t stressed about the situation before, he definitely was now, “What do I do!?” Mike repeated, looking at his friends, praying that someone could come up with a solution.
“You could buy her roses?” Will suggested. “Or make her a mixtape of ‘I’m sorry’ songs?” Lucas added while Will nodded his head in agreement.
Steve groaned at the group of boys, “This is exactly why you dipsticks don’t have deep, long-lasting relationships,” Lucas and Dustin looked at each other, furrowing their eyebrows, “She wants an apology– you know? Like a real genuine one with heart. She wants you to get on your knees and beg her for forgiveness and she wants you to know why you’re apologizing.”
Mike raised his eyebrows, “That’s it?” Mike questioned, “It’s that simple? I can do an apology!” Mike laughed in relief. Mike was going to give you the best apology ever.
That is if you ever acknowledged him again.
At school on Monday, you had managed to evade Mike, not that it was very hard. Once you spotted him towering over everyone in the hallways, you would immediately turn around and find an alternative route.
You purposefully waited until the last second to find a seat in class, ensuring that you wouldn’t have to sit next to him. You did everything to put distance between you two.
By Tuesday, Mike figured out that you were avoiding him. He tried, and failed, multiple times to intercept you. Whether it was because you ran away, or you were whisked away by Max, who he was sure was helping you plot against him, or you just straight up ignored him.
He still wasn’t able to talk to you
When Wednesday rolled around Mike was ready to pull his hair out. Your science teacher paired the two of you up for a project, having always worked together in the past, and you requested to switch. Now Mike was stuck doing a project with some random mouth-breather when he should be working with you, his girlfriend.
That evening, Mike sat with his family at the dinner table pushing his food around his plate, “Is something wrong with the food Michael? You’ve barely touched it,” Karen asked with concern.
“Yeah Mike, something the matter? Perhaps trouble in paradise?” Nancy chimed in, her voice taunting. Mike narrowed his eyes at his sister. How would she know about his relationship problems?
Mike’s eyes widened in realization, “You’ve been talking to her!” He accused.
Nancy pursed her lips, “And so what if I have?” Mike was gobsmacked, you weren’t even talking to him but you were talking to his sister?
“What’d she say? What’d you guys talk about? Tell me,” Mike demanded. “No,” Nancy stated firmly, glaring at Mike.
“No? What do you mean ‘no’? That’s my girlfriend you’re talking to,” Mike’s cheeks flushed, upset that Nancy had the upper hand. Karen and Holly silently watched the ordeal go down at the table.
“I mean no. You were being a dick,” Nancy snapped back. Looking up from his newspaper, Ted’s monotonously called out, “Language.”
Mike stood up and slammed his hands down on the table causing the tableware to shake, “You are such an asshole,” Karen quickly covered Holly’s ears at Mike’s explicit language as he stomped away to his bedroom.
“Mike you better apologize to her! I am not losing my future sister-in-law because of you!” Nancy yelled after the retreating boy, before also storming off to her room.
Slamming his door shut, Mike threw himself onto his bed thrashing his body. How pathetic was he? He made the love of his life feel like shit and he wasn’t even man enough to admit his faults to her. He could apologize all he wants, but did he even deserve to be forgiven?
Thursday morning you stood at your locker, placing your belongings inside when Dustin approached you, his pearly whites on display, “Hey–so I know you’re not really talking to Mike right now but there’s another crawl happening later tonight, “ Dustin paused, waiting for a reaction that you didn’t give.
Chuckling awkwardly, he continued, “Yeah, anyways, meet me in the clubroom at lunch and I can go over the plans with you,” Dustin open-mouth smiled as he finished.
You rolled your eyes at the curly-haired boy, “Why do I need to be kept in the loop? It’s not like I’ll be doing anything of importance. Remember– Mike going behind my back and taking my position away,” you drone on, “Ring any bells?” You slam your locker shut, turning away from Dustin.
Panicked, he grabs ahold of your arm, halting you from leaving, “Wait–c’mon. Just hear the plan out,” he practically begged.
You could hardly focus during the classes leading up to lunchtime. The dilemma was overwhelming; you were still upset at the whole situation, but if something went wrong with the crawl and you weren’t there, even on the sidelines, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself.
The bell rang, signalling lunch time and you headed in the opposite direction of the lunchroom. You knocked on the clubroom’s door to which you heard Dustin’s voice call for you to come in.
“Glad you could make it,” Dustin smiled genuinely, “Let me get the map from my backpack and we can get started,” Dustin rustled through his backpack for a few moments before letting out a forced chuckle.
“Silly me– left the map in my locker. You stay here and I’ll be right back. Two seconds I swear,” Dustin hurried his way to the door and left before you could say anything.
As the door slammed shut you heard the familiar click of the lock, “What the hell,” you muttered out, shaking the doorknob, only to find out that it was really locked. You pounded on the door repeatedly calling out Dustin’s name, to no avail.
Mke stood hidden in the shadows as he watched Dustin exit the clubroom. He stepped out as you banged on the door. With his hands shoved in his pockets, he cleared his throat.
A scream escaped your lips as you took in the sight of the boy in front of you; dark bags lived underneath his eyes, hair disheleved and curls sticking up at odd angles, and his already hollowed cheekbones were even more so as he chewed nervously at the inside of his mouth.
“That son of a bitch,” you muttered to yourself as realization kicked in. Immediately you went back to banging on the door yelling out expletives directed towards Dustin.
Mike didn’t know what to do, he was in front of you and you still were ignoring him. He called out your name in attempt to get you to stop.
“What Mike? What could you possibly want from me?” You angrily asked, turning around to face him.
Mike winced at your anger, “I just want to talk,” he said softly.
“Well, as it ever occurred to you, that maybe– I don’t want to talk to you. I mean could I have been more obvious?” You replied with annoyance in your voice.
“Please just hear me out,” he begged, “Please, just give me five minutes,” you tapped your foot expectantly, “Well you better get on with it, you’re now at four minutes, fifty-three seconds,” you say while looking at the clock on the wall.
Mike begins to jumble his words together as you start his countdown, “Okay well– you see–,” Mike inhales and takes a pause before staring again, “I’m sorry– I’m sorry for being a dick to you and saying all those hurtful things to you.”
He continued, “They should have never left my mouth and I regret everything that I said. The last thing that I want to see is you hurt, which is exactly why I gave your position to El,” Mike rambled, “The more crawls we do the more danger we’re all in and I can’t stand the thought of you hurt..” he trailed off, “But I hurt you. I did and I am so fucking sorry.”
“I can take care of myself Mike,” you state the anger had gone from your voice.
Mike nodded his head and gingerly approached you, “I know you can. It’s me. I– I just get so scared that I’m going to lose you out there. But I fucked up and almost lost you right here.”
“I’m not making excuses for my behavior. What I did was fucked up and if I were you I wouldn’t forgive me either. But I don’t think, no, I know that I can’t live without you. So I am begging you to forgive me,” Mike looked into your eyes desperately.
“Times up Mike,” you say softly, panic flashes across Mike’s face.
You reach your hands to Mike’s cheeks, immediately he leans into your touch, “Don’t look at me with those eyes,” you say.
Mike gently captures your lips putting all his emotions into the kiss. He pulls away and leans his forehead against yours, “I love you.”
“Let’s get out of here,” Mike says calling out to Dustin to unlock the door. As the door opens and Dustin, Lucas, and Will were waiting with a bouquet of roses and a cassette tape. Mike rushes to block the boys from your view and whisper-yells to them, “Plan A worked you guys, put that shit away.”
You laugh at your friends and walk out hand in hand with Mike. You glance back at the three boys trailing after you and glare at Dustin, dragging your finger across your neck.
Dustin’s eyes widen glancing at Will and Lucas and swallows hard.
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