Tag: cutesy

i desperately need fic where mike is the bored husband sitting on the couch outside of the fitting room in a store lol

Mike glanced at his watch. “How does it take 20 minutes to try on bras.” Looking around he was surrounded by lace thongs and push up bras. He raised his eyebrows when he looked at one of the price tags attached to a pair of underwear that was nothing more than a strip of cloth. Mike shook his head, “I’m glad I’m not a woman.”

Mike sat back down on the very pink, striped couch. He drummed his fingers on his knee, puffed his cheeks out and letting the air escape. Pulling his phone from his jeans pocket, he opened Angry Birds and started plyaing a game. “Yes!” Mike exclaimed as he took out all the pigs. 

Getting bored rather quickly, he walked to the fitting rooms. “Y/N?” He called out your name, “You almost done? I’m getting a little bored out here. Which room are you in?” 

“Mike? You’re still out there? I figured you would be at the food court. Room 3”, you answered back.

Mike cautiously made his way to your fitting room, “actually that’s why I came in here. Want anything?”

“A lemonade would be great babe. Thanks”, you responded. 

When you came out of the fitting room a few minutes later you spotted Mike. He was looking at one of the mannequins sipping on your lemonade. A smile crossed his lips. He grabbed pantied and stuffed them in the cups of the mannequins bra cup. Stiffling a laugh, you snuck up behind him. “Can I help you with soemthing, sir?” You inquired. 

Mike froze for a second before he realized it was you. He spun around a slight blush to his cheeks. He handed you your lemonade and grinned. “Sorry, I can’t be left unattended” shrugging his shoulders.

You took a sip, “c’mon. I’ll pay then we can go anywhere you want. I’ll even listen you debate which protein powder is best with that bratty kid at the health food store”, you offered. 

Mike examined the items on your hand. He placed his fingers thoughtfully on his chin. “I have an idea. Let’s go home and you model all of this for me. Then you can make me a sandwich.” 

Laughing, you smacked his butt, “I’ll do you one better. I’ll make you a sandwich in said lingerie, if you make me breakfast tomorrow morning, in the buff.” 

“Deal” he responded a split second later. “”Best negotionation ever.” 

Can i request something mostly fluff with a splash of angst where every Sunday you try to have a proper home-cooked meal with Mike but he keeps having to work and misses the meal when you’ve cooked and you keep arguing but then the one week he is free he gets home and you’re not there cause you couldn’t be arsed cooking for no one again so you’re out at a movie or something with a friend. So he decides to try and cook but it goes really wrong. Thank you xx

‘On my way home. Can’t wait for dinner together ❤’

‘That’s nice. I’m not home.’

‘Oh…okay, so you didn’t cook?…’

‘🙄 and when was the last time you were home before dinner got cold?’

‘Not this again. I’m not arguing. It’s the same thing everytime’

‘Who’s arguing? Just stating facts. And if you’re tired of me complaining about the same things…Stop doing them!’

‘Whatever. Is Isaac with you? When will you be home?’

‘No hes at home by himself, where else would he be? I have no idea when we’ll be home.’

Mike sighed. “I’ll just make dinner by myself then”, he said to himself.
Mike stopped by the store and grabbed all the ingredients for stir fry. Feeling very confident, he hurried home.

‘Making dinner. Wish me luck! 😘’ 

 ‘You’ll need it! 😋’ 

“How hard can it be. Meat, veges and rice. Pretty simple.” An hour later he had a pot full of burned rice, dry chicken, and limp vegetables swimming in a stir fry sauce. The burned rice smell was horrible, filling the whole house.

You walked in about a half hour later. “Mike?” You laid a sleeping Isaac on the couch. “What is that smell?”

“That would be dinner.” Mike’s voice startled you. “We need a new pan by the way.”

“What did you make?” You asked with a scrunched nose. “Is that stir fry?”

“I tried okay? I wanted  to do something nice for you.” Mike looked down at you with a contrite look. 

Resting your hands on his arms, you stood on tip toe and kissed his nose. “Well I appreciate the effort babe. Now order me and your daughter some chicken and broccoli, an egg roll and sweet and sour soup from Hunan House”, you said with a giggle rubbing you pregnant belly.

Mike laughed, “okay but remember the deal. I cooked so you have to clean up.”