The Origin of Love- My first Mika Penniman x Reader One Shot
(This is my first one shot so I hope all who read like it. If not then I’m sorry. Feel free to like and reblog!) You’ve been with Mika for almost a month now. Like most nights you and Mika are sitting on your couch covered in a blanket, with the fire lit, in your comfiest pyjamas, sipping at the hot chocolate that warms your hands and your head resting on Mika’s chest whilst his arm is wrapped you. You are both watching one of your favourite films and one of your favourite scenes project onto your TV where the actor has surprised his wife with a candlelit dinner. You can’t help but gush about it: “Aww look! How cute is that?” You say, without realising you said it aloud. “Not as cute as you though” Mika smiles looking at you whilst playfully tickling your side where his hand was resting. “Mika, stop!!” You laugh, trying to escape his grasp. “Ok ok, but I win” He laughs placing a kiss on your forehead and smiling. *The Next Day* You wake up to your empty apartment to find a note with a rushed black, scrawled writing sitting on the pillow next to you. Knowing exactly who it was, you open it. It read: ‘Be ready at 9pm.- Dress nice!-M’ Slightly confused, you laugh into your pillow, wondering how or when you got so lucky. *Around 8:30pm* Still in a confused daze, the hours count down slowly until you hear a knock at the door. You check yourself in the mirror, you’ve dressed in your favourite outfit and curled your hair into perfect waves. You smile at your reflection, remembering that it’s only Mika. He’s seen you look your worst already. You open the door to the tall, chocolate brown curly haired boy who stared at you in a state of shock before he smiles, holding a single white rose and wearing on of his beautifully embellished jackets he always wore on tours. “Wow,” he smiles, “Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” “Every time you see me, actually” you say as you pull him into a hug. He is so much taller than you. You have to tiptoe to be level with his face. As soon as you inch closer he quickly turns around out of your embrace and leads you by the hand as you start to walk down the stairs to his car. This makes you all the more confused- Mika had a knack to keep you guessing, although it slightly upset you that you two haven’t kissed properly yet. You finally reach his house before you enter, he turns around to face you. “Close your eyes,” he whispers. After giving him an inquisitive look you close your eyes telling him if he pulls a prank you will personally destroy him. He laughs and leads you inside his dining area. He walks up behind you holding your waist, you smile at his touch. It sends a rush of energy through your body that you can’t help but smile to yourself. “Open them” he whispers. You open your eyes to reveal a table set up next to his Great Wall of a window, overlooking the city night, all lit up like a row of beaded stars. “Oh, Mika, It’s, it’s…. I’m speechless” you exclaim, almost in tears as no one had ever done this for you. “It’s just like the one in the film!” Mika says looking at you excitedly. His glance goes towards the table and instantly his face drops. “Shit! The candles! I forgot the candles!!” He says suddenly putting his head in his hands. “I’m sure I have some lying around” He starts to rush around looking everywhere for them. You can’t help but laugh at how clumsy but sweet he is. “Mika, it really doesn’t matter, this is already too much!” You say as you go up to him. “No. It has to be perfect because you deserve perfection.” After a good few minutes of searching he jumps up from behind the kitchen island, partially startling you. “Aha!” He jumps up with half used colourful birthday candles. “I told you I had candles!” You can’t help but giggle at his efforts and you take the candles to start lighting them whilst Mika goes to dim the lights. You two both sit down and eat his delicious home cooking that you love so much. By the time you finish dessert you look towards the amazing scenery, then back to Mika who looks at you as if he wanted to say something as he bit his lip slightly nervously. He finally gives in and asks, “Do you want to dance?” You look up surprised and nod whilst smiling at him. He gets up first and takes your hand leading you away from the table. He starts playing your favourite song- “Stardust.” He grabs your waist pulling you close and you wrap your arms around his neck. As you start swaying he starts to sing along to the lyrics as you stare into his eyes, admiring his talent. Towards the end of the song, he looks at you as you look back into his chocolate brown eyes. Without a word, he puts his hand on your cheek pulling you in as you both share your long awaited first kiss. As the both of you pull away, you look at him as tears start forming in your eyes, “Why go through all of this for me?” You ask him. “Because you are the origin of love, and deserve perfection” he smiles at me, wiping a stray tear of joy that falls down your face.
