Tag: mike dodds

Can Mike and Reader (pre or post kids) get a rescue dog?

“Mikey, I’d like to talk to you about something”, you said sweetly. The sweet aroma of French toast filled the apartment. You sat the platter on the table along with bacon and orange juice.

Mike raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You’re calling me Mikey and made my favorite breakfast. How bad is it?”

“Nothing bad. I was thinking about adopting a dog from the shelter”, you explained. “Just a small one. I was looking online and there are so many that need good homes. They’re already spayed or neutered. Plus since they’re not puppies, no potty training or chewing.”

Mike studied you over his mug of coffee. “We’ll go check the shelter out, get more info. Not promising anything.”

Yips and barks greeted you when you opened the front door of the shelter. One of the volunteers escorted you through to the kennel. She asked about work schedules, apartment size, etc and you filled her in. “This is Denny. He is a surrender. His previous owner recently passed away.”

Looking into Denny’s eyes you could see his sadness, which caused your eyes to well up. Turning your gaze to Mike, “That is so sad, babe. Just look at him.” Mike shifted his eyes from you to Denny. His face softened.

The volunteer took Denny out of his cage. He was timid at first. His tail barely wagging. You held your hand out for him to sniff. His demeanor changed. He was jumping up, licking your face, and his tail wagging a hundred miles an hour. “He’s not responded to anyone like that before”, the volunteer informed you.

Mike knelt down and got the same greeting from Denny as you. He laughed, “I guess he picked us.”

i think it would be a fun story to see mike and the reader both getting the stomach flu and trying to take care of each other!

As you splashed water on your face, you heard loud, heavy footsteps coming down the hall fast. The bathroom door swung open and Mike made a lunge for the toilet, depositing what you guessed was his lunch.

Rewetting the washcloth with cold water, you wrung it out and place it on Mike’s clammy neck.  “I feel your pain babe”, you remarked. When Mike looked up at you, he gave you the most pathetic look you had ever seen.

“I think I’m dying.” Mike straightened and went to the sink. He splashed his face with cool water and rinsed his mouth. “I have vomited countless times, the things that are coming out of me…” he shivered.

“Yeah. Mine started this morning. At this point I’m just dry heaving.” You leaned against the counter.  “So you have that to look forward to.” 

“Oh no, not again.” Mike turned and vomited again. 

The sound made your stomach churn. You cupped your hand over your mouth and ran to the guest bath. You were hugging the toilet after another round of dry heaves racked your body. Now, it was Mike pressing the cool washcloth to your neck. He took your hand to help you up and to the bedroom.

“God I’m having flashbacks of college”, you mumbled into your pillow. “How did I not die back then?”

Mike chuckled a little, “I think it had something to do with being 21 and bulletproof.” He place his hand on your belly under your shirt. “You are burning up, baby.”

“Yeah. So are you.” Sighing you said, “okay. You get the ibuprofen. I’ll get us some water. Meet back here in 5.”

Mike was shuffling out of the bathroom when you came back. “It happend again. Where is it coming from?” He was pale and clammy. “You don’t look so good”, he took the words right out of your mouth.

“Same to you champ”, you passed him a water and took the ibuprofen his offered. “Just sip.” He nodded as the two of your climbed back into bed.

“God. So hot.” You kicked the blanket off, your T-shirt drenched in sweat. Pushing Mike’s sweaty leg and arm of you was a struggle but you managed. Mike’s fever had broke as well. 

Mike stirred beside you. “What time is it?”, he grumbled, still not opening his eyes.

Glancing at he clock on your bedside stand, “It’s 7. I’m getting in the shower.”

 “Wait 7AM or 7PM?” he inquired.

“PM. We slept for three hours. I think I feel marginally better. How about you?” You pushed yourself up to sit on the side of the bed.

“Maybe after a shower I’ll feel better. I’ll join you.” He slowly sat up. “I feel weak as a kitten.”

 You giggled at the comparison. Rounding the bed you tugged his hand, “you wash my hair, I’ll wash yours.”

 “I can’t tonight babe-” he started.

 “Mike, I mean just a shower, not a “shower’. Then we’ll hit the couch, nibble on some saltines, sip on some 7-UP and watch trash TV.”  You pushed his hair from his forehead.

He nodded, “that I can do. Thanks for taking care of me.”

“Of course. You took good care of me too. Next time let’s not be sick at the same time.”

“Deal.”, MIke agreed.

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.” 

I love how all of the posts for this past week was Mike Dodds related. But what was the wedding like for Dodds x reader?

“Y/N. Can I talk to you? Privately”, William requested softly. You were finishing your hair and make up for the ceremony when he come to talk to you.

“Yeah. Sure.”

Turning your attention to him, you studied his face. Things had been a little tense between the two of you since he found out you were pregnant.

William offered his arm to you, surprisingly. You slipped your arm through his and he smiled. “I’ve been, well, as  Anne put it, a jackass. And she couldn’t be more right.” Your eyebrows shot up at his confession. “The only thing I could think of was what people would think instead of seeing how happy this baby and you have made Mike. I said some not nice things, and I want to apologize.”

Taking in a deep breath, you willed yourself not to cry. “Thank you. We are happy, very happy. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted for Michael.” 

 “Me too.” He kissed the top of your head.

Soft light filtered through the leaves as the sun started to set behind the trees. You and Mike had decided on a small ceremony in Central Park. Only 10 people in attendance, including you and Mike. You hadn’t seen Mike since this morning. Now, gazing down the walkway at him, you actually had butterflies. He was so handsome. Mike wore a navy shirt and pants, sleeves rolled up with a thin light blue and silver tie.
The smile on your face has to look ridiculous, but you couldn’t help it, you were over the moon happy. Tears welled in your eyes as your dad kissed your cheek before placing your hand in Mike’s. 

 Mike’s eyes were glassy, he whispered, “you absolutely stunning. And your dress, just, wow.” You had been fortunate to find a dress in such a short time, and Anne for doing the alterations. It was simple ¾ sleeve, off white, silk and form fitting. But what wasn’t at this stage in your pregnancy.
The officiant began speaking but all you could concentrate on was Mike’s beautiful face.

 When it was time for vows, Mike went first. His voice wavered a bit as he began but grew more confident as he spoke. “When I met you, I knew right away that you were the one for me. You are the finest, lovliest, tenderest and most beautiful person I know. In you I found my biggest fan and toughest critic. With you I know my heart is safe as is yours with mine. I promise to cherish you, be faithful to you and be by your side through all of life’s trials and tribulations. You make me happy in a way no one else ever has before. You will never know a day without love. I’m honored to love you and be loved by you.” Mike swiped at his eyes before placing the platinum band on your finger. 

“I can’t imagine what my life would be without you, and I hope I never have to. You are my today and all of my tomorrows. I promise to be faithful, supportive and cherish you. I will dream with you, build with you and encourage you. You always make me feel beautiful, loved and protected. Your heart is my home and your arms my shelter. My world begins and ends with you. Thank you for sharing this life with me and no matter how crazy this life may get, know one thing, I love you.” Mike held his hand out to you and you slipped the thick platinum band on his finger.

You and Mike locked eyes, both grinning like fools. “You may kiss the bride!” Mike pulled you closer to him and gave you a deep, passionate kiss. Everyone started clapping, your mom and Anne were dabbing at their eyes. Mike leaned down and placed a tender kiss to your belly. 

After the ceremony, a delicious dinner was held at The Pierre Hotel overlooking Central Park. As the evening wound down, you started saying good byes. You and Mike were going to have breakfast with your parents and brothers before they flew back to Ohio tomorrow. Yawning you gave Mike a sleepy smile. 

“One more thing before we go up to our room, Mrs. Dodds.” Mike held his hand out to you, “dance with me.”

“It would be my pleasure Mr. Dodds” taking his hand he helped you to your feet he started singing to you. (Mike is a phenomenal singer, obviously)

 “But I can’t help, falling in love with you.” He spun you around a couple times making you giggle. When he was done singing, he nuzzled your neck. “Ready to start our honeymoon, my love?”