Request: Something cute and Christmas like. Maybe decorating a Christmas tree and hit chocolate. Just something fluffy, I trust you!
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.
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Note: Ya'll have so much faith in me it's incredible. I'd like to see what happens when I disappoint you.
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"Would you stop eating all the popcorn?" you huffed impatiently, tossing a stern look over your shoulder at Mikey as your hands worked to secure the decorations on the tree, "It's supposed to go on the tree!"
"But I'm hungry!" Mikey defended, mouth full of popcorn and hand already stuffed back into the bowl to grab another handful.
With a dramatic leap off of the chair you had been perched on, you held out your hands and pointed at the empty platter on the coffee table and tossed a questioning look at your husband. "You literally just ate twenty cookies."
Mikey rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Yeah, but they were miniature cookies."
With an eye roll of your own, you shook your head and reached for the cotton sitting on the tabletop so that you could finish off the rest of the popcorn garlands.
Mikey made no effort to help you and simply continued munching on the snack. After about five minutes, you turned to face him again, an incredulous look on your face.
"You aren't gonna help?"
"I'm doing quite fine over here, thanks."
Clicking your tongue, you lunged forward and yanked the bowl out of his hand. He let out an exclamation of protest and immediately tried to recapture the bowl, but you leaned to the side and held it as far away as your arm would allow you to so that he couldn't reach it.
Giving up, he slumped his shoulders and glared at you. "Why do you insist on ruining Christmas for me every year?"
You laughed in disbelief and shoved him lightly. "Excuse me? You always ruin mine by refusing to help me!"
"But you always do such a marvellous job without me," he countered, a smug smirk playing on his lips.
"Don't try and sweet talk me," you narrowed your eyes, pushing a piece of cotton and the bowl of popcorn into his hands, "Shut up and get to work."
His lips twisted into a proper smirk. "You're hot when you're bossy."
Blushing at his words, you stuck your tongue out at him before refocusing on stringing the garland in your hold. "I said no sweet talk, Way."
"Fine. No talking, then."
He dropped the supplies in his hands and moved them to grab your face and turn it towards him. But, just as he was about to kiss you, you shoved a couple pieces of popcorn in the space between your lips.
"Seriously?" He looked at you with an unimpressed face as he chewed on the corn in his mouth.
"Sorry babe," you skewed your mouth and looked him up and down while pointing at yourself, "This snack is reserved for tree-decorators only."
