Vanilla Twilight
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pairing: bf!michael x reader
words: 1,310
a/n: hey guys so like.. this is most literally my first one shot or writing of like any sort of fanfic… ever. (if you dont count the headcannons), so im really nervy and embarrassed to post it lowk.. i hope you like it tho. pls be nice..
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work was always boring, so boring. every day was the same. wake up, go to work, go home, work some more, and finally go to sleep.
the only reward of working a long and hard day at your treacherous job was being able to go to your comfort of a home and being warmly welcomed by your sweet boyfriend michael. it’s the only part of your day that you look forward too, the tension in your shoulders you didn’t even realize was there immediately loosening when you get to see his face.
you and michael have been together for quite a while now, and you swear you just fall more and more in love every single day, and as cliche as it sounded, it’s true.
michael was the kind of boy where you could just always tell how he worships you. its all in the eyes, its always the eyes. the way they soften the second you get home or when he spots you in a sea of people, and glimmer when he looks up at you fondly from the couch when he’s playing video games.
the kind of boy that knows how to treat you right, and not even realize it. being a gentleman was a second nature to michael, always paying when you beg him not to, constantly drowning you in compliments. his first priority has always been making sure his girl felt safe and loved. never once have you doubted your relationship or his love for you.
but, unfortunately, to get to those sweet domestic moments, you have to get through the long days of work first.
being stuck in the same building for hours at a time drives you absolutely wild, and after the day youve had, shitty customers, prank phone calls, and creepy coworkers, you could use a break.
the second the clock strikes 11:00, you take your lunch break. not being able to bare being in a building that reeked of scratch paper and old sandalwood candles any longer, you decide to treat yourself.
you head to your car and immediately let your head fall onto the carseat headrest, shutting your eyes and letting out a deep sigh.
all you want right now is a break, luckily your paycheck came in the other day, so of course, going shopping is the best decision you could make right now. it’s been far too long since you’ve had time to care for yourself.
when you get to the shops, you know your break time is limited. you stop at some stores, look at clothes, decor, but nothing peaks your interest.
except for the sweet aroma of perfume you smell from a little corner store down the street. youve been needing to get a new perfume for a while, your current one getting real old real quick.
the perfume is sweet, warm, comforting and familiar in a way with a hint of vanilla. you smile to yourself, michaels going to love this. applying it to your neck and arms when you get back to the car.
after heading back to work, the hours pass like months. until its finally closing time, and you get to head back home. you roll your shoulders as you sigh and head out to your car, driving home in silence, other than the low hum of the vehicle on the road.
when you get home, you crack open the front door and hang up your purse and jacket, the sounds of michael playing his game intensely in the living room filling your eardrums, the sound being familiar and safe, and the thought making you smile.
calling out from the kitchen, you make your way to the living room,
“mikey? i’m home!”
when you get to the living room, michael lets out a stream of groans and curses as big red letters highlight the screen, “GAME OVER”, as he’s leaning back against the couch.
he sets his controller down and runs a hand through his messy red hair, turning his head to look up at you, smiling soft. all the anger from two seconds melting in a second.
“hey, sweetheart… how was work?”
he speaks low and smooth, like honey, as he stands and makes his way to you slowly, smiling down at you as his hand slowly snake around your waist.
that’s one thing you loved about michael, he always asked and always cared about how your day was, interested, acting engaged despite him having a far more interesting life, being a rockstar and all.
but today, he seemed a little distracted.
“it was long, boring as always, not much to update there-“
as you go on about your very mediocre day, michael nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deep as his arms tighten around your waist.
he interrupts you softly, murmuring into your neck, “mmph.. baby, i hate to interrupt you, you know i do, but god.. what are you wearing right now?”
you giggle in confusion as he nuzzles deeper, almost like he forgets hes nearly two times your size, as youre trying to hold yourself up.
“my.. clothes? what are you doing, baby?” you say as you put your arms around him to keep yourself steady as he hugs you tighter, inhaling deep into your neck.
he can practically hear the grin and giggles in your voice as you speak.
“don’t play coy with me now, darling.. is this a new perfume?”
oh, right, the perfume. you nearly forgot you were wearing it, now you understand where his needy reaction has stemmed from.
“oh, yea.. i just got it today. you like it hmm?”
michael practically groans at your voice, backing you up until your knees give out under you as they hit the soft cushion, making you both collapse onto the couch, you laughing, michael hovering over you, face still buried in your neck, starting to pepper it up and down with kisses. you can feel the soft smile as he murmurs his words.
“i think you know the answer to that, baby. god i love you..”
you chuckle and tangle your fingers into his messy blonde hair, and tilting your head to give him easier access to your neck, causing him to let out a needy whine as he leans into your touch while also moving the kisses up to your jaw.
michael has the effect of constantly keeping you smiling and laughing. you chuckle as you speak your words all sultry, “all of this over some perfume huh..?”
michael finally lifts his head, his lips pink and glossed from his own kisses, looking down out you with large pupils, filled with nothing less than pure and utter love.
“no, baby. all of this because- because, god just look at you. how did i get so damn lucky?”
he leans his head back down, finally meeting your eager lips in a soft and deep kiss. you cup his cheeks as your eyes flutter shut and you kiss him back, causing him to let out a whine into your mouth, before pulling back slowly, eyelids batting back open.
you stay cupping his cheeks as you look up at him through your lashes, “yea.. it’s definitely the perfume.”
michael chuckles softly as he shakes his head and pushes your hair back, running his hand through your hair. his hands are calloused and fingertips rough from playing his guitar, but he’s so gentle with you, its like his hands are made of silk.
“mm maybe a little.. but can’t i also just love my girlfriend, without needing a reason why?”
you tilt your head slightly, smiling softly aswell, pretending to think. your lips now also glossed from the kiss, running your hands on his chest, teasing him lightly.
“i guess i can accept that.”
michael smirks and leans down slightly, barely inches apart from your face. his eyes constantly flickering between your eyes and your lips.
“that’s my girl.”
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@roxierebellion
