Thief! Mike Wheeler x Y/N One-Shot
pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader
summary: SAT day and all Mike wants is to wear his lucky flannel.
warnings: Fluff, pure fluff
Mike rolled over, slamming his hand down on his alarm. He then rolled back over, burying his head under the blankets. He was not ready for it to be morning. He had stayed up late, first studying at Y/N’s for the SAT’s, then coming home and studying some more. He really wanted to do well on this. After laying there for another 5 minutes, his alarm went off again. He turned it off, crawling out of bed.
He then made his way to the bathroom, taking as cold a shower as he could stand. Once he was out, he wrapped a towel around his waist and wiped the fog off the bathroom mirror.
“You are going to nail this test. You are going to make it your bitch. You’ve been studying your ass off for weeks. You studied it all night last night, with no interruptions. Not even stopping to make out with your incredibly hot girlfriend. You deserve to ace the test after that.”
He brushed his teeth, put some stuff in his hair, and walked back into his room. He grabbed his lucky boxers out of his dresser, Star Wars themed, and then pulled on a pair of dark jeans. He then made his way to his closet. He grabbed out a plain white tee and pulled it on, then started to look for his lucky shirt. It was a flannel that Y/N had gotten him for Christmas after they had started dating. He had been wearing it when he told her he loved her for the first time, and she had said it back. It had to be lucky. He had worn it on a couple of different occasions and good things always happened.
When he didn’t find it hanging up, he went and looked in his drawers, thinking maybe he had put it there by accident. Didn’t show up there, so he went to the laundry room. He was pretty sure he remembered washing it, but maybe he was wrong. He went through all the laundry, looked in the washer and dryer, but couldn’t find it anywhere. He then searched the living room and as a last resort, his parent’s room. Nothing. He went back to his room, pulling out a different flannel, hoping that this wasn’t a sign of the day ahead.
Once he was dressed, he made his way down to the kitchen. He went to grab a package of pop tarts, only to find that they were all gone. Fucking Holly. Throwing the box in the trash, he grabbed a box of cereal and a bowl. He poured the cereal in, then went to grab the milk jug. Only to find it was basically empty as well, not even enough to bother with his cereal. He threw the milk jug away, writing a note for his mom to find when she got home. Giving up on finding some food, he poured himself a cup of juice and sat down at the counter, pulling out his phone and texting Y/N.
Mike – Mom hasn’t grocery shopped. Starving. Can’t find shirt. Bad morning. Can I pick you up?
Y/N – Sorry Wheeler. Already on my way to the school with Elle. Meet you there?
Mike – Yeah, sounds good. Love you
Y/N – Love you too babe. See you soon.
Mike stood up, shoving his phone into his pocket. He grabbed the study pack that Y/N had made for all their friends, 3 pencils, 2 big erasers, a mini notebook, gum, and 2 mini snickers inside a zipper bag. They were all color coordinated to the person's favorite color, so his was all in blue, and had their favorite snack inside. She had wanted everyone to have everything they might need, that way they weren’t stressed about small things before the test. She was just thoughtful that way.
He grabbed his keys and made his way to the car, driving to the college where the test was being held. He pulled into the parking lot, looking for Elle or Y/N’s car. He didn’t see either, so he made his way into the building. Walking in, he saw Lucas and Max standing off to the side.
“What’s up,” he said, clapping Lucas on the shoulders.
“Where is your girlfriend? We were supposed to go over grammar again before the test started,” Max said.
Lucas rolled his eyes, “Don’t take the attitude personally. She’s just stressed about the test and taking it out on everyone else.”
Max gave Lucas a look, telling him to shut up. He gave her a look, basically telling her to prove him wrong. Mike watched the two with their silent communication, finally turning away to watch the door. After about 5 minutes, he saw Dustin walk in, holding the door open for Elle & Y/N. Mike felt his jaw drop. That little thief.
Y/N walked in, wearing the flannel that Mike had been looking for all morning. She had on a pair of frayed shorts, a white bralette, and his flannel half buttoned and knotted to leave a bit of her stomach exposed. He watched as she scanned the room, looking for their group. Dustin saw them first, grabbing Y/N’s belt loop and steering her back towards them. When she saw Mike, and his slack jaw, her face turned into one big smile. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she made her way over to him, a brown paper sack and Starbucks cup in the other.
“Wheeler! I brought you breakfast. Sausage muffin with egg, your favorite,” she said, holding the bag out to him.
“You lied to me,” he said, hooking a finger through the knotted shirt and pulling the girl flush to him.
She smiled, “Maybe.”
“I searched the entire house for like an hour,” he said, leaning down to gently place his lips against hers. They pulled apart, just enough to where their noses were still touching, but that they could talk.
“Well, I wanted to wear this today. I’ve been saving it for 2 weeks, just so I could wear it today.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because, it’s my good luck charm silly,” she said, stepping back and holding his food out to him.
“Your lucky charm? No, it’s my good luck charm,” he said, pulling his sandwich out of the bag.
“No, it’s mine. You were wearing it the day you told me you loved me for the first time, the time that Troy tripped over my backpack, and that time that the lunch lady gave me extra cheesy broccoli,” she said, stepping back into his space, but off to his side so he could still eat. She wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest. “You were wearing it that day, you talked us out of detention when we got caught making out in the hallways. You were wearing it that first time you stayed the night. And the last time you wore it, I got all my practice questions right. It’s my lucky shirt.”
Mike smiled down at her, thinking of all the times she had just mentioned and how he had thought that those were only things he had found lucky happenings. Maybe it wasn’t the shirt. Maybe, just maybe she was his and he was her lucky charm. He throws his food wrapper into the trash, and wraps his arms around the girl's shoulders. He leaned down, nuzzling his nose in her neck, breathing in the scent that was her.
They heard a throat being cleared, and thinking it was directed at them, separated, only to find that it was being directed at Lucas and Max. They were making out against the wall, each one fighting for control, and it was really hard to tell who was winning.
“Hey, we need to go check in guys. Everybody got their ID’s,” Y/N asked, playing mother hen to the group of friends.
“Where's Will," Elle asked.
“Will is here somewhere,” Y/N said, checking her phone. The group of six made their way to the check in table, getting in line. Y/N was standing behind Dustin, when she felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned to find Will smiling down at her. She smiled, giving a hug. When she turned back around, she saw that Dustin had bumped into the girl in front of him. Being the nosey friend that she was, she stepped forward to hear what they were saying.
“I’m so sorry. My friends were in a rush to get into line. Are you okay,” Dustin asked the petite girl in front of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine. No harm done, see,” she asked, spinning in a small circle.
Dustin smiled at her, sticking his hand out, “I’m Dustin.”
The girl returned the smile, and the hand, “Suzie. Suzie Bingham.”
The girl turned around, hearing that it was her turn. Y/N stepped up beside Dustin, gently elbowing him. She gave him a smile, then leaned in close. “Better get her number, before she gets away.” She stepped back to stand with Will and Mike, Mike wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her in close. He placed a kiss on her head, continuing his conversation with Will. Y/N smiled, watching as Dustin stopped Suzie before she walked off, and they exchanged numbers.
Once the test was done and they were allowed to leave, Y/N and Mike made their way to her house. They were both exhausted and just wanted to take a nap. Thankfully, her house would be empty and quiet and they could do just that.
When they got in the house, they went directly to her room. Both walked in, kicking off their shoes. Mike removed his flannel, as did Y/N. She handed the one she had on to Mike, “Will you hang these both up in the closet so they don’t get wrinkled please?”
He shook his head, going into the closet. He made his way over to where he knew she would want them hung, as he had sat in here many times while she put clothes away, and grabbed two hangers. He put the one she had worn up, then started to hang the one he had worn. As he was walking out, something caught his eye. He saw a hoodie of his hung up in there. Then he saw another one, and then a sweater he had only worn once that he could remember.
“Y/N, come here.”
She made her way in, just in boy-cut panties and her white bralette now, pulling her hair into a ponytail as she entered. “Yeah?”
He pulled the hanger with his hoodie on it off the rack, holding it up to her. “Is this mine?”
She smiled, “You know it is.”
“And the rest of this?”
“You forget stuff here, a lot. It almost seems like you’re doing it on purpose.”
“Why don’t you return it?”
“Because, I like having your stuff here.”
“Really?”
“Of course. When you’re not here, it’s almost like you are. I sleep in one of your shirts or a hoodie, every night.”
Mike smiled, putting the hoodie back on the rack. “Do you have anything else of mine?”
“Hmm, I think I have a ChapStick, a couple of books, and a hat or two. Those, I plan to give back. I would rather see you in them, then have them sitting in my closet.”
He walked closer to her, “You like me in hats?”
Seeing the lusty look in his eyes, she started to walk out of the closet backwards, “Yes, you look very hot in your hats. You should really wear them more often, Wheeler.”
They exited the closet, and as they neared the bed, Mike tackled her. She landed on the bed on her back, Mike on top of her, caging her with his arms. He made sure not to put too much weight down on her, not wanting to hurt her.
“You’re my good luck charm,” he said to her.
She smiled up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you Mike.”
He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers, “I love you too Y/N.”
