MR. CUPID HIMSELF!
pairing . . . michael townsend x fem!reader
the cassette playing . . . single! the neighborhood
the letter reads . . . the first confession is always important... even if your emotion reader boyfriend already knew!
warnings . . . none!
a/n . . . ☹️ that's how I feel, if you guys saw this before... no, you did not. THAT was a mandela effect or something. MOVING ON, i have a lot of michael fics in drafts that I need to drop as well as some percy fics 🤧 so that will be soon.. hopefully. im very happy with how this turned out, and i hope y'all enjoy!! 😽😽 this might be out of character, although i truly hope not...... i just think he would be a total lover boy and lowkey freak (freaky mentioned?!?! 😧😧) with his girlfriend. SUE ME. this is slightly for valentine's?? i really didn't have it in me to do anything that day lmao, i slept right through it, so.. happy (LATE) valentine's day, my lovies‼️ 💕
love was in the air! it was clear by each and every lipstick stain your boyfriend wore like a personal trophy.
it was a complicated thing that never seemed to work out for you, the smell of flowers making your eyes bore into the back of your head, all the chocolate and the heart-shaped everything had been the bane of your existence... at least it had been before michael had rolled around and decided to claim your heart as his.
it was dumb and unexpected, how he stood straight in front of you, all sarcasm and gorgeous hazel eyes, and smiled like he already won you over.
spoiler— he did.
how could you ever say no?
your relationship with michael had been nothing but romcom worthy, filled with sweet touches and special words only whispered to each other, and of course! millions and millions of kisses. he was pleased to live his life with the proof of your affection all over his skin. showing off all and each of the kisses you had imprited in his skin.
falling head over heels for michael had been one of the easiest things you had ever done. it was peaceful, too. knowing that no matter what, he would always know you. michael could take one look at you and just knew everything that had hurt you in the past, everything that was bothering in the presence, and even the feelings you would learn to accept in the future.
and it was both a blessing and a curse because he knew you. he knew everything you felt, everything and absolutely everything.
and the realazation of this only brazed you when michael met your eyes with a tight expression when you just spilled everything you felt with three simple words: i love you.
you wanted it to be special, just the two of you, hiden away from all sets of prying eyes.
michael's arms were around you, keeping you close to him as the two of you were seated in the sidewalk, sharing a little bag of chips as you braided and put little flowers on his hair like he was some sort of disney princess.
"you are so beautiful, dove," he had murmured, pecking your lips gently, his eyes focused on your every move.
he brought you closer to his chest, snuggling you under his chin before he stole a chip from your fingers.
"hey!" you complained, grabbing a bite of michael's cheek when he ate the chip. "rude."
michael rolled his eyes, pinching your side and then laughing when you squeaked, then stealing kisses from your lips. one, two, three, and four until you finally gave up and kissed him back, your lips a slow and soft dance against each other.
"don't call me rude, pretty girl," michael laughed, kissing the corner of your mouth and softly brushing away the salt from your cheek with his thumb, caressing your skin even after it was clean. "you're so gorgeous. this is unfair," he kissed your lips again. "stop it, right now. otherwise, i'll be forced to eat you."
you laughed, kissing his cheek reapetedly.
"that's cannibalism, michael."
"people do say a kiss is the beginning of cannibalism."
you scoffed. "you have a problem."
"yes, i do, i wanna eat my girlfriend," and with this, michael licks your cheek.
"michael! ew!" you groaned, trying pull away from his hold, yet he kept you close, his hand grabbing your jaw to alternate between kissing and licking each cheek. "stop it!"
"nooo," he cooed, mockingly. "you taste so sweet, i can eat you!"
"blegh!" finally, being free from his hold, wiping your cheeks. "that was disgusting... don't give me that look!" you kissed his pout. "you're a big whiny baby."
he pouted again. you sighed and kissed his lips until it had melted off. that is when you allowed the words free. letting your feeling wash over the both of you.
i love you.
your eyes ran over his features. michael's lips formed into a thin line, his eyes tightened, and his cheeks turned red.
he was trying not to laugh... and the blush was may be a sign of his appreciation for your words.
"michael," you arched a brow. "would you like to share with the class?"
finally, his seriousness broke. michael laughed— loudly, too. his head falling to your shoulder as he did his best to recompose, yet failing and only laughing harder. the sound was nice, yet the fact that he was laughing in your face neck after you had confessed something so deep within you wasn't.
"i'm sorry, dove," he wheezed, rubbing your back gently. "it's just— i knew it."
you blinked.
"what the heck do you mean that?"
michael cupped your cheek. "pretty girl, i'm a) an emotion reader and b) your boyfriend. i would suck at two jobs if i didn't know already! crappy natural and crappy boyfriend all at the same time. yes. i knew you loved me."
"and you didn't say anything?!"
he frown, bumping your forehead with his. "oh, yeah, silly me. as if that wouldn't have freaked you out."
you scoffed. he was right.
michael laughed and gently drove your head closer to his. a huge grin on his face, a pretty pink hue on his cheeks as he pressed his lips to yours.
"i love you, too, dove."
you laughed agaisnt his lips, he whined dramatically in response.
"revenge is a bad thing, i'll have you know. it's a sin, baby," michael kissed you again. "tell me you love me."
michael kissed you again and again, demanding the words out of your lips.
"i love you."
"great! i love you, too."
