Cookie Crumbs & Dirty Dishes (Mike Fuentes One Shot)

This is my very first time writing Pierce The Veil fan fiction so I was hoping for some feedback. Please read it & let me know what you think. Sorry about the title, it sucks I know, but I couldn't think of anything else to use. I hope you like it, leave me some comments & votes & don't forget to drop me a follow:) if I get enough positive feedback I may post more :)
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"Holy shit," I said to myself as I sat on the couch in the living room. I was currently curled up under Mike's favorite Harry Potter blanket with my laptop rested on my knee as I scrolled through the 'Mike Fuentes fan fiction' tags on tumblr. I'm a fan of many bands and artists but I would never write smutty fan fiction about anyone! Reading it though, that's a different story. Although Mike was the only one I ever read it about and it usually only happened while he was away on tour. I had to hand it to those fan girls though, you'd think some of them had actually slept with him and knew about all the things he was capable of doing in bed.

It was already 10:30 and I was beyond exhausted. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't checked my phone every five minutes to see if Mike had texted or called me to tell me he'd be home soon, though I knew their flight wasn't scheduled to land until a little after 11. I spent the entire day cleaning the house and making sure everything was perfect for Mike when he got home. I even baked him some of favorite cookies 'cause I knew he'd be hungry when he got here.

I shut my laptop and placed it on the coffee table in front of me, then adjusted the pillow before laying down on the cold leather couch. 'How The Grinch Stole Christmas' was on ABC Family which I was super excited about because it's one of my all time favorite Christmas movies!

"But do you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick, that he thought up a lie and he thought it up quick." As the narrator spoke my phone began to ring, the chorus of Disasterology blaring through my speakers as I took a second to admire the picture of Mike that popped up on my screen. I wasn't excited that he was finally calling me, no. That would be an understatement!

"Hey," I smiled as I answered it, even though I knew he couldn't see me.

"Hey babe," he answered, sounding a little upset. "I have some bad news. Our flight got delayed because of bad weather so I won't be home when I expected to be. I'm sorry."

I took a deep breath and sighed heavily as my smile quickly turned into a frown. "It's okay I guess. When do you think you'll be home?"

"Not until late. Vic said the lady told him the flight was rescheduled to land around one." I could hear the sadness in his voice. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I really miss you."

I stayed quiet for a second before speaking. "I miss you, too. But I'll just wait up for you. It's not a big deal."

"Babe, you can go to sleep if you want to. You sound tired. You'll see me in the morning," he said, trying his best to sound cheery.

"But I don't wanna wait until the morning. I wanna see you now," I whined, sounding like a five year old who's just been told they can't have a cookie before dinner. Mike chuckled as he let out a small yawn.

"I have to go, the guys are waiting for me. I'll see you when I get home, okay? I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Goodnight, beautiful," he said as he attempted to make a 'muah' sound with his mouth. I laughed a little and said goodnight before hitting the end button on my phone and placing it back down on the table beside me. I seriously missed Mike more than anything and I was beyond ready to have him home again. I wanted to stay up to wait for him but I knew I'd never make it that long. My eye lids were getting heavy already and my eyes began to sting. I finally gave in and closed them, a small sigh escaping my mouth as I fell asleep.

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I woke up the next morning in bed, which, at first, I was slightly confused by because I knew I fell asleep on the couch. But after feeling an arm draped loosely over my middle I knew very well how ended up there.

I smiled a little as I shifted my position and turned to face Mike who laid beside me, mouth wide open with little snores escaping every now and then. I smiled wider & scooched closer to him, cuddling into his chest as I lightly traced over his colorful tattoos with my finger.

Another hour or so passed and I had fallen in and out of sleep a few more times before climbing out of bed and sliding on a pair of slippers. Mike was still in the exact same position as before, asleep like a cute little baby. I made my way down to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee only to find that almost half the batch of cookies were gone, crumbs spread across island in the center of the room and Mike's dirty glass sitting in the sink. I missed Mike but I did not at all miss how sloppy he is.

I decided I'd make us some breakfast, so I looked around the room for a second trying to think of what to make. I hadn't been shopping in a couple of weeks because with just me in the house I barley needed to buy anything. Plus, grocery shopping with Mike is fun because he acts like a little kid. - I decided on pancakes, seeing as they were practically the only breakfast food left in the house.

The hard part though, was getting the box of pancake mix. It's always in the cabinet above the counter and I've never been able to reach it, I always make Mike get it. Unfortunately he was still asleep, so I had no way of getting it. I could have used one of the stools, but of course they're the kind that get screwed into the ground so you can't move them.

I began to jump up and down in an attempt to reach the box, but I had no luck. "Need some help?" I heard a familiar voice say from the doorway of the kitchen. I whipped myself around to see Mike who was stood in just his boxers, his lanky figure leaning against the doorframe as he watched me make a fool out of myself. I smiled and walked over to him as he did the same. No words were spoke as we stood in the center of the kitchen, his long skinny arms wrapped tightly around my waist and mine curled around his neck. I took a deep breath and smiled wider, getting a faint whiff of his cologne.

"I missed you so much," he spoke first, pulling back from the hug and cupping my face in his large hands. I stood on my tiptoes, almost matching my height to his as I pressed my lips firmly to his.

"I missed you too," I mumbled against him.

"You couldn't have missed me that much," he said after we both pulled away and stood with our fingers locked between us.

A frowned a little. Did he really think I didn't miss him. "What do you mean?" I questioned.

"Well for starters," he laughed. "You left tumblr up when you shut your computer yesterday. Smut, hmm? Is that how you keep yourself sane while I'm away?" he continued to laugh and I could feel my cheeks burning red. His hands found my hips and he ran them up my sides, his rough, calloused fingers tickling my soft skin. "If you want we can go back upstairs and reenact one?" he smirked. I bit my lip and grabbed his hand, leading him up the spiral staircase to our bedroom. This would definitely be an interesting day.