˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “ wake up kisses”
: ̗̀➛ parings : mychael (mushroom oasis) x female!reader
: ̗̀➛ synopsis : you are not really a morning person. lucky for you, mychael knows exactly how to wake you up.
: ̗̀➛ : ̗̀➛ tags : she/her pronouns, established relationship, fluff, lots kisses
the early sun filtered through the window, warming up her skin and stiring her awake.
she felt the warmth grazing her face, letting out a tired groan and turning away from the rays of light.
it felt too early, too early to be awake right now.
her body relaxes back into the bed, her subconscious ready to slip back into sleep once more.
“…firefly?” she heard mychael’s voice whisper, hand gently reaching up to rub her arm underneath the blanket.
she didn’t respond, hoping that he’d take the hint and let her sleep a little longer before she becomes fully awake.
she had been spending a lot more time in mychael’s cabin, going over ever weekend to relax with him and get away from the stress of the week following up to them.
he had been more than happy to have her over more, the time spent together was filled with knitting, cooking, cuddling, and walking through the woods.
mychael learned a lot about his firefly from their time shared, what foods she liked, stories of her childhood, what her favorite flowers were.
and that she was not a morning person.
she can sleep like a log through the morning. maybe due to her horrible sleeping habits, but she can sleep until two in the afternoon.
he was the opposite, waking up bright and early to cook breakfast, tend to his chickens, knit whatever came to mind.
he’d let her sleep for an extra hour when she came over, but he didn’t let her sleep any longer than that.
so, he found a good way to arise her from her slumber.
a smile etched its way on mychael’s lips when she didn’t stir, leaning closer to her ear and whispering again.
“fireflyyyy….its time to wake up.” he brushed some hair from her face, catching her lips twitch as a barley audible hum escaped her.
curse him and his soft voice. it always made her heart flutter and her brain run a million miles an hour.
she felt herself become more and more awake and aware, but she still didn’t open her eyes,
mychael lets out a soft laugh, nuzzling his nose into her hair, “come on, firefly, I made you breakfast.” he mumbled against her head, pressing a soft kiss against it.
she almost smiled, but she held it down, pressing her lips into a thin line.
mychael didn’t miss that, knowing she was hearing everything he was saying.
he pressed another kiss on her cheek, right below her nose, “if you don’t eat it, it’ll get cold,” he pressed on, another kiss on her nose, “and I don’t want you to go hungry.”
she purses her lips, the edges of her lips quirking and her eyelids shutting tighter.
another laugh escaped him, shaking his head, “firefly, I know you’re awake.” he chided, reaching up to cup her cheek with one hand, “come on, open your eyes for me, please?”
….it’s hard to ignore him.
that’s why his method of waking her up always works.
she opened one eye, peaking up and catching the gaze of his beautiful golden eyes.
the sunlight traced over his features, making him appear more otherworldly, more breathtaking.
more beautiful.
she opens her other eye, leaning against the warmth of his palm and letting the smile grow on her lips, “good morning, mychael.”
mychael sighed lovingly, staring into her with that lovesick expression he had developed with her. he can practically feel his tail wagging behind him.
he leans closer, pressing his forehead against hers and closing his eyes, basking the in warmth from her skin, “morning, firefly.” he whispered, pressing the final kiss on her lips.
