Two ships in the dark sea.
Mike wheeler X Y/N Harrington Fanfic. No, youâre not nerdy nor geeky. Thatâs too stereotypical for me.
Authorâs speech: hello my baby girls. after days of waiting, you finally get the fanfic youâve been wanted. Lowkey, this has some punctuation and grammar mistakes, but Iâm not trying to hear all that in the comments section . There will be mentions of 80s slang so no y/n name is not Betty, Betty is a slang term.
WARNING: this fanfic will have mentions of sex and sexual acts. If you donât like that, you can get off. Also, I have not watched season five of Stranger Things and Iâm not planning on watching season five of Stranger Things. So this is will be inaccurate, it will also have no mentions of the upside down or any of that boo-hoo ha ha shit. Enjoy. Iâll mention anything else in the comments.
Was it genetic to be as charismatic as a Harrington? Or were you both just teaching each other what you learned? Steve and you were the iconic duo of Hawkins, both curly fab brown hair with an intimate gaze that made the opposite sex fall to their knees in awe. Sure, your brother was an asshole, a womanizer at best with another girl hanging from his arm each given week, but you werenât any better with guys. You viewed guys as placeholders, theyâd come and they went! not like theyâd do anything about it or had anything deemed irreplaceable by you. Once Steve graduated, you become the new monarch of Hawkins High Schoolâ Queen Y/N.
Your styles were different to say the least. Steve was serving the preppy 80s boy look with his Leatherman jacket and polo shirt back when he was your age, but you were different. Delayed to fashion on purpose, 70s galore painted on you like a groupie for the Rolling Stones; a catarrh brown jacket with a cold-tone, multiple color long sleeve under. Flared jeans with boots. And you canât forget the long voluminous Harrington hair! You werenât called the hair Harrington for nothing. Â
You stood in the hallway, leaning back on the lockers as you talked to the group of girls that surrounded you.
âWhy would he do that? Sheâs not even that pretty.â Emily huffed to Rodney, Alyssa nodding along with what Emily had said.
âSheâs a butterface at best, like who does she think she is? Roaming around with your ex like that?â Rodney exclaimed, you looked at her with a knowing expression.
âFriendly fire, not like youâve never walked around with someoneâs ex.â She rolled her eyes at your statement, not bothered to deny the truth within it. You tapped your finger on your bicep, looking past her head to look at the group of guys passing byâthe geek squad. Mike Wheeler center of the toothless one and tomboy pippi longstocking one. You never realized how attractive Mike was, his doe eyes looking almost innocent against those chiseled features. A slender girlish figure with shortish hair that you knew would look better long and ugh, that nose⌠you always liked guys with bigger noses. Â
You watched his eyes catch yours, slowly grinning at him with narrowed eyes looking him up and down with a hand twirling a piece of your hair. His expression became flustered with a twitch in his hand, his eyes darting away from yours as he walked past the group. You watched him walk past, leaning forward to see him pass from behind your friend.
âYouâre shameless,â scoffed Alyssa, causing you to turn back to them with crossed arms. You shrugged: âAudacity gets you results. You shouldnât have learned that with your ex, lyssa." You Retorted, a snicker following suit by Rodney. She scoffed, crossing her arms and tossing some hair behind her head. Â
âSo! My ex list doesnât exceed 20, like your hoe ass.â You snickered and looked at her squarely with a cruel expression: âLook whoâs playing mother Teresa, as if she didnât have a train run on her at last night's party. Get a grip, at least I have a roster to pick from and not my mommy's phone book.â You growled, pushing yourself off of the lockers and walking off. Followed by Rodney and Emily.
You sat in Science class, looking at the board carelessly as the teacher drilled on about some soundless theory you could give two fucks about. You looked away, noticing the frog-faced boy sitting right in front of you. Ironic, huh? With a grin, you leaned over your desk slowly.
âYouâre actually into this bullshit.â you lowly whispered in his ear, looking ahead to not arouse suspicion. Mike stiffened, his hand stopping dead in his track, his heart pounding out of his chest with a Bob in his Adamâs Apple. Â
âWhy should I know how to tell a chemical reaction is a combustion? It seems so⌠senseless, huh?â You whispered with a smile, glancing to the side to view his face. You felt his breathing quickening, causing you to grin more with an eye roll, looking down at his notes.
âAs a senior, I expected you to almost forget about work⌠let alone notes.â You leaned over, your feet in your desk chair moving his pencil out the way. âCan you move?â He sneered, grabbing his paper, you tilted your head forwards to glance back at him before rolling your eyes with a grimace. Sitting back down fully in your chair, putting your foot on the back of his desk chair.
Lucas waited outside the classroom after class, siding with Mike as they walked to his locker. âI didnât know you and y/n were cool like that.â He looked over his shoulder to see you in a gaggle of cheerleaders and the popular kids, smiling but still eyeing Mike.
âLooks like she wants a piece of you,â Lucas teased, turning back to Mikeâs pink blushed expression. He leaned back in the locker beside Mike's, a Laissez-faire expression with his ankles crossed over. âShe does that with every guyâŚâ he muttered, opening his locker and placing the lock inside the hole, his heart pounding out of his chest.
âAnd each guy she has, sheâs fucked.â A cough escaped from Mikeâs mouth, doubling over a bit of shock. âYou know itâs true. And that look tells me sheâs found her next prey.â He nodded over, looking back at Mike. Mike looked pensive, rubbing his lips together while touching his elbow with arms crossed. He shook his head subtly, looking at Lucas. âNo man, you know Iâm in a relationship with El.â
âYeah, but youâre taking a break right now, donât you remember?â Mike stiffed, looking back at Lucas with a conflicted expression. âYouâre the one to talk, youâre in a relationship with Max.â He placed his hands on Mikeâs chest. âThis isnât about me and Max! This is about you and Betty over there, and if I were you Iâd follow through with her just for a week.â Nudging over to where you were, the girls talking to each other. Mike was deep in thought, turning back to his locker. Placing his things back inside.
He slammed his locker closed. There you stood behind his locker door, leaning your head against the locker beside it. âYou talking about me with your friends already? Iâm touched.â You softly told him with a teasing smile. He jolted. Not expecting you out of all people, he grimaced at you despite the pulse in his lungs growing thunderously. Â
âWhat do you want, Y/n?â âYou know what I want, Mike. Iâm just waiting for you to realize it too.â You snapped back, slowly fluttering your lashes with a lick in your lips. His expression darkened, tightening his fists. âYou donât know anything.â He growled with forced anger. You looked him up and down, tilting your head with an eyebrow raised. âLooks like you donât eitherâŚâ He stopped, jerking back subtly at the observation you made. His eyes darted downwards, putting the lock back into his locker hole.
âAddy is having a party. Usually, some guys will beat and rob you for even stepping foot there, but I can get you in. Maybe even your friends too.â You proposed, leaning down to keep eye contact with him, arms crossed with a cocky expression. Already knowing his response.
He scoffed and looked back at you, yanking the lock to check before turning away. Walking off without another word. âDonât keep me waiting, Micheal.â You yelled, waving with the scene of him reconnecting with his group. Max looked at Mike with worry, furrowed eyebrows with eyes that glanced from him to you âDo you know her, Mike?â She asked with a curious expression. Mike shook his head, stalking towards the classroom doors silently.
âMike Wheeler was tempted by a Naiad,â Lucas joked. Dustin gasped and pointed at Lucas' mouth ajar in a dimpled smile. âYes!!! Sheâd be a Naiad!! The mighty Paladin was tempted by the seductive Naiad.â He geeked out at them, a smile of pure glee at the mention of his favorite game, D&D. âY/N L/N, level Five Naiad with her charisma through the roof! We HAVE to get her to play.â"
âNo! Right now. I â I donât even want to hear her name.â Mike snapped, annoyed at the thoughts racing through his head. The words that Lucas spoke to him, the rumors circulating in the gossip mill, the look of his eyes staring into his like he was the only thing that mattered at the momentâ it was too much!!! He forced his focus back onto his own girlfriend. Though they were in a rough patch currently, he couldnât do that to herâŚ. But the thumping in his gut told him differently, the feeling of a damn waiting to burst told him he wasnât so convincing to himself.
You fanned yourself with your manicured hands, the cheerleader uniform that appeared shorter, barely letting the breeze pass through it. âJesus, H Christ. Youâd think the devil is blowing on me like a porn tape! Where the fuck is that water boy!!?â You yelled in annoyance, turning your head to look at your teammates who were sweating on the floor.
âHow long does it take to get some damn water? That butt fucker better not be goofing off.â You heard Lizzie groan, the heat exhaustion getting to you all. âUh oh, geek squad is done with their little exhibition.â Laura snickered, the Hell Fire club coming out of the schoolâs doors.
You grinned, seeing the frog face. You stalked over to them, waving, âhiiii!â Your honeyed cheerful voice rang, causing them to turn their heads towards you. âWell, hello to you,â you completely ignored the member, standing in front of Mike. âSo, consider my offer?â He grimaced at your presence, his eyes darting around the greenery to avoid that gaze in your eyes. Â
âWhy do you want me there so badly?â He stated, not expecting the grin you gave him to be the response that came out first. âWhy canât I?.. Itâs a waste not to have a knockout there.â He sneered at your words, shoving you out of his way to his bike. Those words echoed through his mind with annoying tranquility, the sound of leaves falling gently amongst the sound of your voice duplicating in his head. You could only watch with a grin, knowing you got Mike Wheeler right where you wanted him.
You sat on the counter holding a beer bottle, the sound of Diana Ross blaring through the house as people danced and laughed amongst themselves, surrounded by a group of of your own. âShe has some nerve showing her face here.â You snickered, seeing Alyssa waltz in like some pity party host. Â
You took a swig of the beer before getting off and walking over. âAnd you are?â You questioned her, tilting your head with that malicious smile you wore before pouncing. âC'mon Y/N⌠itâs me. Alyssa.â You scoffed and looked around before turning back to her. âDoesnât ring a bell⌠and youâre here why?â You questioned her, Rodney and Emily were right behind you with teasing smirks and cackles. Alyssa looked embarrassed at her desperation, looking around for any inclination that she had someone on her sideâŚBut no prince came.
âTry not to throw up this time, tight throat.â You pushed past her to see the front door open. A Wheeler at the same party as a Harrington, after 5? Years. Mike made his way through the party with the two dweebs he always had, but you werenât paying attention to them. You noticed his eyes shifting around before settling onto you, softening before returning to his cold gaze like a stray cat caught enjoying pets. All you did was grin, knowing the cat and mouse game started. You kept your distance, though made it clear where your attention was. You sat on the counter, laughing with your friends a little loudly; leaning forward with the beer bottle in your hand.
You looked up to see Mike grabbing a bottle, slithering beside him with the palm of your hand wrapping around the base of the bottle. âYou sure you want that?â You muttered in his ear, your voice bodacious compared to the deafening music of Wham! He stiffened at the feeling of your chin brushing against his shoulder. He looked down to see your eyes flutter from the bottle up to him. Twisting your body to be in front of his. Â
âI didnât think you were coming.â You voiced to him, leaning against the counter with your elbows on the edge. He scoffed. âI never said I wasnât going to â I just.â he stopped himself, taking a breath in hopes to better articulate his words with a dry mouth and fuzzy mind. You tilted your head to the side, smiling a bit, you noticed the two guys he brought. âYou babysitting?â You questioned, testing the waters at how he would respond to you talking about his friends. He sneered a bit before fixing his expression, taking a drink of the beer reluctantly, a look of disgust appearing on his face.
âThis shit is horrible.â He blurted, wiping his mouth of the bitter taste. You chuckled, taking a swig yourself. âYou get used to it. C'mon, I know one of these guys has something good in their room.â You beckoned, pushing off the counter and walking off to the hallway. He stood frozen, unsure of what he should do. His body wanted to move forward, but his mind. His mind told him to stay. To yell at you for thinking heâd do something like that with you. To shout at how your hands wrapped around that bottle made him jealous. Before he knew it, he was leaning against the doorway of a room watching you search through it without a care in the world for who it belonged to or if they were OK with you touching their stuff. Â
âJackpot. Knew that bastard had something.â You snickered, standing up with two California Coolers. He looked at the bottles, familiar from the ones he saw his mom drink once but unknown to younger people buying them as well. You went over to the key chain holder on the wall, using the bottle cap opener to get the caps off the drinks. Taking your time leisurely. âDonât you think we should get back to the party?..â he asked, you shook your head no with a relaxed expression. You turned and sat on the couch in the room, leaning with your hip pushed up against the corner that connected the cushions and pillows, your feet up against your butt. Heels beside the couch somewhere. He looked at the careless act admirably. Before he knew it, he looked back down the hallway before shutting the door behind him and sitting next to you. Three feet away from you.
âYouâll like this way better. Itâs a California Cooler. Itâs sweeter, you look like a sweet guy.â You snickered at the word play you did, giving him the green bottle. He looked at you reluctantly before taking a sip, his expression shifting from skeptical to shock and interest. âItâs fruity. Is this what San Fernando Valley tastes like?â âNo, Mike,â you laughed, turning your head down as he smiled with a snicker. âWhat? Is that not in California?â he asked, looking at your tickled expression with a slight fondness. âThese came from Northern California. San Fernando is in South California.â You explained, his face growing red at his mistake, which made you laugh harder.
You both talked and laughed, the chemistry growing stronger with each snicker or banter being thrown around. The California helped ease the atmosphere he held up, starting to enjoy your presence⌠and forgetting your tendencies.Â
âAre you serious?â You uttered out with a scoff. Mike nodded with a snicker himself. âYeah. He stood on the cafeteria table and yelled that out. While I was at the table." you laughed at his explanation, purely howling at it. You fell back on the couch holding your stomach. He looked down at you with amusement, becoming hyper aware of how his body felt at that exact moment once he saw yours.
âGet up.â He chuckled, pulling your arm to get you back into a seating position. âAnâAnd where was I!!?â You sobbed, sitting on your knees. He shrugged, taking the final sip of the bottle as he put it on the table in front. âHell if I knew? All I knew was that he embarrassed us at that table.â You took a deep breath, trying not to laugh harder. âIâll throw these away.â You spoke, standing up with the empty bottles. Â
You paused when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, you turned your head to him with confusion. âMike?â You questioned, his expression.. it was blank yet it held inner meaning, his face darkened with something adjacent to need. Before you could ask anything else, he yanked you closer to him your knee hitting the pillowy cushion of the couch The bottles rolling off to god knows where.
You completely forgot as to why you brought Mike here, why you even started going after him. Your mind turned into mush, now aware of his hand on your hip. You leaned in, your lips brushing up against his as he closed the connection, a sweet, tender kiss that fluffed the other's pillow like lips. He pulled back reluctantly, his body already needing more.Â
âIâI canât. I have a girlfriend,â he whispered, the guilt starting to creep into him. You leaned into him. âIs she here now?âŚâ you asked him, kissing his neck with tenderness. Feeling the bob of his Adamâs apple, he tilted his head back against the couch. âStill.i-â he muttered, grabbing your hips to pull you off, you pouted before licking his neck and leaning your warm body against his.
He stiffed at the feeling: âRelax your mind⌠You donât have to do anything else Mike. Just Stay with me.â He felt a slight nip, groaning with eyes that fluttered shut. He dipped deeper into the pleasure, softly breathing through parted lips. âFuck it...â He chuckled, crawling into his lap.
Lucas talked with Dustin, getting stares from the guys around them, but no one really cared to bother them. Lucas was the first to notice the loud yelling in the corner of the room, seeing two guys push each other before slamming the other down onto a glass table. Causing everyone to scream and yell at the fight breaking out. âYo, we have to go.â Lucas warned Dustin as he nodded. They looked around for Mike but saw no signs of him. Â
âWhereâs Mike?â He asked with a worried expression. Dustin shrugged. âI donât know, went to the bathroom or something.â They looked down the hallway, rushing down it towards a door they assumed was for the bathroom.
They opened the door to see your back turned to them⌠on top of Mikeâs lap bouncing at a fast stuttering rate. His hands on your upper hip with his face turned upwards at you, they assumed. Lucas immediately slammed the door, looking at each other with astonishment and horror. Horror from walking in on their friend doingâŚthat and astonishment that Mike had to balls to do that here. Â
After a while, Mike came out disheveled and reluctant. Fixing his pants with you behind fixing your own skirt and heels. You heard yelling from the front and immediately pulled them all to the back. âWhat happened!?â You asked Dustin and Lucas. They both shrugged, looking at each other in hopes of recalling how the fight even started. âThey just started yelling about some girl,â Lucas responded, following behind you. Dustin nodded: âYeah, something about her not liking the other guy. I donât know, but they ended up breaking a coffee table and fighting over her.â You rolled your eyes at the explanation they both gave you, knowing exactly who it could be that was fighting.
âProbably Daryl and Adam again...I thought they got kicked out of the last party.â You whispered, you pushed them out the back of the house. âWait â you know those guys?â Mike blurted out in with arched eyebrows and a wrinkle in his nose. You waved him off callously. âI was involved with one⌠or I think bothâI donât remember.â You shrugged, uncaring of the situation since you were out of the house. You saw flashing lights of red and blue, knowing the shitty neighbors, probably the cops once more.
You didnât need to worry about that, you Already saw Steveâs car waiting for you âGotta bounce, Iâm outtie.â You voiced to them, hopping into Steveâs car.
He yelled at you for even being at the party, laying in the backseat. Shutting your eyes closed to the feeling of the bouncing road and his chastising voice.