#michael townsend x fem!y/n

[whousestypewriters]

you know you love me - m.t x reader

pairing: michael townsend x fem!reader

requested: yes / no

warnings: swearing :)

a/n: as i said im breaking out of this slump so BOOM! two fics in a row

taglist: @reminiscentreader, @ravenclawdirectioner, @zenikswaffleshop, @off-to-the-r4ces, @lxvebelle

@emelia07,

when michael had suggested that you two go in a date for your anniversary you had agreed. when michael had suggested he plan the date for the anniversary you had reluctantly agreed.

right now?

you're regretting it.

"michael," you say entering the room. "what the fuck is this?"

"its your very own personal shop," the little shit says grinning widely. he's crouching in front of a upturned plastic box with a lopsided sign and his scrawly handwriting covering it. packets of food and pillows are thrown around the room creating an absolute mess.

"my own shop?"

"yes. your own shop. and after you visit 'michael's magical museum of food' you can make your way over to the 'comfort express' and watch a movie with your favorite human..."

"mic-"

"AND THEN! we're going to make pasta and cake." he proudly puts his hands on his hips, seemingly unaware of the - or very much aware just choosing to ignore it - mess he made. "whatdoyouthink?" he rushes out still grinning. "and don't say you don't love it i can read your emotions."

you give him a knowing look. "can you tell what this emotion is?"

he studies your face for a second. "yes. you're super happy about my anniversary date plan and you love me even more." he taps his brain. "see i told you."

sighing you drop you bag at the door and make you way to his little shop. "alright lets do this." you look at the options he has smushed onto the box and feel a wave of love at the boy giving you a sales pitch on each snack. he's chosen your favorite snacks.

"i'll take one of everything!" you declare after he finishes trying to sell you a clearly overpriced packet of candy.

"alright, that'll be..." he pretends to add that into his cardboard cash register and then turns back to you. "one kiss."

"really? wow thats super cheap!"

"you're right, i'm sorry. it's five kisses."

"nuh uh uhh," you tut. "you can't go back now. one kiss."

"five."

"one."

"four."

"one."

"three."

"one."

"two."

"one."

"two."

"one."

"just let me have this."

"fine two."

"deal." michael extends his hand to shake and the second you grab it he's pulls you down into a soft kiss. you've been with michael for a year now and he still makes you breathless every time you kiss him.

when you pull apart he grins. "thats one down, i'm saving the next one for later." he stands up to gather the snacks but ends up making the sign fall down. "oh noo! not my sign!" he pouts for two seconds before he grabs you hand and the snacks and launches onto the bed.

"for tonights movie we shall be watching tangled."

grinning you shuffle closer to him as he sets up a little semi-circle of snacks around you and leans back to let you rest your head on his chest.

you both stay that way for most of the movie, eating and laughing with each other until around halfway, when michael presses a kiss onto your head and whispers. "happy anniversary, baby. i love you."

you smile peacefully, "love you too."

"even if i trash your room trying to be cute?"

"no definitely not then. in fact i hate anyone who does that."

"you know you love me."

"yeah i do," you sigh smiling.

"even when i leave your room looking like a dump?" he asks again.

"even then michael."

a/n pt2: hehe hope you liked it (im going to bed now lolol its now 11:40pm so yeah)

[spcherryygirl]

PIPILIIN KA.. SA ARAW-ARAW!

m. townsend x f!reader

𝓢ynopsis: he'd choose you every day. he'd choose you so much he couldn't care less about the day to celebrate his birth.

𝓦arnings: grammatical errors. ooc(?). RUSSHHHEDDD💔

𝓝otes:

001. I WS CURIOUS AB THE SONG ARAW-ARAW BY BEN&BEN OKAYSUS

002. oh & i had to translate the lyrics 😭���� but dawg filipino songs are 💘💘💘

003. I CAN'T BELIEVE PASILYO IS MUCH MYCH MORE POPULAR THAN ARAW ARAW I'M SORRY💔

004. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHAEL TOWNSEND ‼️‼️

005. ALSO... i couldn't make a smau!m. townsend x reader 4 bella... SO HERE HERE HErE IM SORRY I WS SO SOS OS SOSOS BUSYYY

006. i need to listen to more filipino songs istg i feel like their songs would givvveee sooooo many good ideas

007. i will be listening to,,,,, either umaasa o tibo-tibo,,, & translate them..

008. part 2!!

michael wakes up to the gentle glow of morning light through curtains, the heat of another body snuggled up beside him.

your breath steady against his shoulder, your hand lying slightly above his heart. he doesn't stir, only observes you, committing every little thing to memory▰the way your eyelashes beat a tiny bit slower, the way the light catches your hair in a gentler light, like there's some sort of halo surrounding you.

for years, he woke up alone, always preparing himself for whatever was next. but now, there's you. & today, of all days, you're still here. your matching snoopy sweater is scrunched up around your waist, his own a little rumpled from sleep. it makes something in his chest hurt, an ache he doesn’t quite know what to do with.

he tries not to think about it too hard. but god, you make it difficult.

you wake up, stretching with a sleepy grog before blinking up at him.

"you're staring," you mumble, voice heavy with sleep.

michael exhales a soft laugh, instinctively defaulting to teasing. "so?"

you smile, eyes still half closed. "happy birthday, townsend."

his heart skips at the gentleness in your tone, at the way you say it like it matters. like he matters.

mysterious, that is what you are.

he could joke about it, brush it off, but the way you look at him makes that impossible. so instead, he just nods. swallows down whatever this feeling is.

"c'mon," you push him, laying a fleeting kiss on his jaw before sliding out of bed. "we have plans."

he grumbles but comes along anyway, allowing you to pull him along. the kitchen is the first destination, where sloane is already present. she's standing at the stove, flipping pancakes with a frightening level of confidence….ish.. there's already a plate piled high next to her. lia stands against the counter, arms crossed, as if she's been overseeing the whole process with a critical eye.

"statistically, birthday celebrants with those they love experience a high spike in dopamine levels. so, reasonably speaking, you should be a happier person today!" sloane grins, putting a plate of pancakes in front of him. "i did them. lia watched."

"i saved his life," lia contributes blandly.

michael arches an eyebrow, glancing between them before turning to you.

"it's eatable," you assure him, stealing a piece from his plate. "mostly."

he snorts, but the warmth in his chest refuses to settle.

cassie & dean arrive shortly, cassie with a smug smile. "aw, is our little human polygraph feeling emotional today?"

michael rolls his eyes, but there isn't really any bite to it. he glances at dean for a moment, a silent understanding passing between the two of them. dean nods. that's all. & that gives it all away.

breakfast is loud & messy, & this sort of banter that has his chest hurting in a way he's not familiar with. you're constantly nudging against him▰your hand on his, your foot against his under the table. each time, he's certain his heart rate increases.

he acts unaffected, but he's sure you see right through him.

once the plates have been cleared & everyone has run off, you grab his hand & tug him toward the front door. "where are we going?" he asks, but he doesn't really care. you could take him anywhere, & he'd go.

"you'll see," you smile.

the bookstore is your entry point. michael isn't surprised; he knows you adore meandering through aisles, fingers across book spines as if taking in their tales by touch. you make your way up & down the aisles, pausing every so often to browse through pages, reading the opening few lines before deciding whether or not a book is worth your time.

he spends half the time looking at you instead, the way your head tilts when you're reading, the way your nose wrinkles when you laugh. you catch him staring & grin. "you're supposed to be choosing something for yourself, birthday boy."

michael smirks, moving in, just close enough to make your breath catch. "maybe i already did."

your eyes constrict, but you don't step back. "flirting in a bookstore? how corny."

"you adore it."

he expects you to roll your eyes. instead, you just push a book into his chest, shaking your head. "choose something before i do it for you."

he doesn't protest.

not out loud, anyway.

after the bookstore, you drag him into an ice cream shop. you buy something absolutely sweet, something that's already dripping down the side of the cone before you even get a lick. michael laughs at you as you struggle to handle it. he buys something plain, rolling his eyes at you when you attempt to swipe a bite off of his’.

"yours is boring," you pout, licking a runaway drop of ice cream off your thumb.

"& yours is a disaster," he snaps back, but gives you his anyway.

he tells himself it's just because he expected this. not because he likes seeing you happy. he expected a disaster to happen, so he bought one that wouldn't give you trouble. he also held the ice cream you ordered so your hands wouldn't get messy.

yeah, not because he likes seeing you happy.

eventually, the others reassemble, pulling him towards the park. there's cake▰homemade, slightly off balance, but it shows how much effort they did to bake it. michael gazes at it for a good while before cassie jogs him.

"make a wish, birthday boy."

he closes his eyes. he doesn't need to wish. everything he needs is already in front of him.

but still▰he wishes for this to last.

"you're staring again," you state.

when the sun begins to dip below the horizon, you lead him out to the pool. the water shimmers with the soft lights,,,, ripples of gold & blue running over your skin. michael stands along the edge, his eyes following you as you float lazily on your back.

he smirks. "so?"

you turn, swimming nearer till you're in front of him, your hands on his shoulders. his breathing stops.

"i like today," you whisper. "i like being with you."

michael gulps, a million different responses fighting for space in his head.

"yeah?"

you nod. "yeah. very, very much."

he wants to say something. something snarky, something safe▰but then you kiss him, slow & deliberate, like you've got all the world's time ahead of you. his hands wrap around your waist, drawing you in, pushing you against the lip of the pool.

his fingers find their way underneath the edge of your sweater▰still wet from the pool. drawing patterns against your skin. he inhales the way you shiver, the way you tilt your head just a fraction, silently asking for more. & god, he wants to give you more.

but he hesitates, just for a second. because this is you.

you pull him in closer, running fingers through his hair, nails rubbing across his scalp. it gives him a shiver. he breathes hard into the hollow of your collarbone.

his hold on you becomes tighter, just slightly.

he doesn't say the words in his head.

the words, “don't leave.”

but waking up to you the next day answers him.

"i won't."

you truly are mysterious.

© minorlyatfault, 2025. 03/31 townsend's date of birth.

[townsendbaby]

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝙾𝙱𝚇

JJ Maybank:

The Things We Didn’t Say

The Weight We Carry

A Place to Breath

One Year Clean

Get Over Him

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚜

Michael Townsend:

Relearning Love

Proving It

Not Just a Game

Secrets Don’t Stay Buried

Beach Trip

[bloodwrittenletters]

FALL IN LOVE

pairing . . . michael townsend x fem!reader

the cassette playing . . . i told you things! gracie abrams

the letter reads . . . comforting the boy who owned your heart turned out to be harder than catching a serial killer.

warnings . . . tiny bit of angst, mentions of blood and injuries, one curse word, some suggestive comments.

a/n . . . sooo... I know I should be posting something else, but this lovely boy has been consuming my thoughts, so for now, michael townsend everyone!! I love him so much. I just had to write this, this sorta contains spoilers (?) so if you haven't read the naturals, be aware!! i tried to make it as tiny as possible, but yeah, it's still a spoiler 🫡🫡 enjoy! 🫶

@reidsglasscs shout out to the angel who told me to pick the series, i love you so much my lovely girl

it seemed almost impossible how he couldn't stay still. michael had been hurt, like, seriously hurt. his body had been home of two bullets for what seemed— at least to you, years.

you weren't even there to witness the whole thing, but the moment you had catched a glimpse of your boyfriend's body with blood leaking out you had been hysterical.

in a snap of a finger you were breaking down, trying to fight away every single person who got in your way to find michael, and cursing every single person that ever wronged your boyfriend— because it seemed like the most rational thing to do in your breakdown of desperation and worry.

that had been almost five weeks ago. now, your brain was worried about him not staying still for a moment.

"michael, please, lay down," you tried to coax him into the bed, following him easily through the house as he limped.

because he refused to use the dammed crouches.

"oh, please, dove, i'm gettin' sick of laying down," he threw you a smile, stopping for a moment before turning to the stairs.

"michael alexander thomas townsend, don't you dare!" your voice was loud and threatening, yet this only amuses michael.

he stops in his tracks and glances you through his shoulder, and your eyes catch on the almost invisible amused smile.

how mean of him.

"what? you gonna spank me for being bad?"

the brunette boy laughs when a pink hue invades your cheeks at his comments, and he almost, almost turns around to listen to your order.

he is one step closer to the first floor of the house when your voice stops him again.

"go back to your room, townsend."

there was a beat of silence where michael's actions twitched, like he was doubting if it was wise to listen to you.

"... no."

"michael," you pressed more firmly this time. "go back to your room."

he sighs. "yes, ma'am. going to my room."

he hops the step back and extends his arms towards you, asking for help. you huff, before walking until he hugged you tightly, his arms falling and melting around your body.

"you're taking advantage of this."

"yes, i am." michael's head dropped to your shoulder. he gave you an apologetic smile before kissing your cheek and taking back the arms that tangled around you, his hands on your shoulders, his thumbs rubbing gently over your nape as he helped himself hop back with your body.

"you shouldn't have left your crouches aside," you complained, hugging his waist close as the two of you slowly moved back to michael's room.

"i gotta get used to not having them," he sighed, leaning down to have his face closer to yours. "i can't depend on them forever."

"you're being stubborn," you huffed. "your wounds aren't even healed yet. you don't need to limp and hop around like a bunny with a hurt arm and leg to seem tough."

michael huffed, holding you a little more tighter, resting his chin on the crown of your head.

the two of you got to his room and pushed inside. when you tried to leave michael back in the safety of his bed, he dragged you down with him. making you lay under him, only to lay his head in your chest.

his ear listening closely to your beating heart.

"don't pout, tough guy, y'know you can be yourself around me," you said gently to him, one hand going to curl into his hair and the other to caress his back. "you don't gotta act cool, i know when you're bothered by things."

michael's eyes trail up to meet yours. his hazel irises make you melt. he smiles.

"you're not angry at me," his fingers play with a strand of your hair. "ya love me."

"of course i do, silly." you sighed, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "but—"

"you worry too much," michael grumbled, dropping tiny kisses around your chest and shoulder. "hmmm, yeah, you're getting frustrated."

his thumb rubbed the tiny frown in your forehead, trying to ease it as he teased.

"don't you read me," you grabbed his hand and pushed it away, intertwining your fingers. "idiot."

michael giggled, shifting to lay fully atop of you, mocking the little gasp your body crafted. "i'm wounded, dove. you can't call me an idiot when i'm wounded."

"yet you can worry me? that's not fair."

michael rolled his eyes, pushing your hair away from your face.

"life's not fair, dove. grow up."

you scoffed, and before you could speak, he took the words from you.

"tut, tut," he stopped, tapping your forehead with his index finger. "you don't get to fight me right now, pretty girl. suck it up because i am deeply hurt."

"michael."

"hush, buttercup," he smiled devilishly. "the only reason i can heal is from kisses from my sweet dove!"

"you don't listen to your sweet dove," you hissed.

"yada, yada, kiss."

you sighed before cupping his cheeks and bringing his lips to yours, melting into his embrace.

you pulled away. michael pouted.

"you give me one more and i start using my crouches again."

"deal."

[spcherryygirl]

being with you doesn't feel like drowning,

from vi

ᰔ pairing . . . m. townsend !

ᰔ with . . . a f!reader

ᰔ category . . . angst. hurt with comfort. one - shot. requested.

ᰔ in which . . . when you saw michael's injuries, everything falls apart. trust is broken, & the connection you two had is tested. michael attempts to keep the truth from you, but it's too late▰the damage is done. now, both of you have to deal with the repercussions of your actions.

ᰔ tags . . . 5.4k. major spoilers. reader is not a natural but not invisible. raised in the house, still feels like a guest. trust issues ft. too many secrets. blue-purple bruises. “i never asked you to love me” <— okay jane austen boy, ouch. the slow burn of breaking down walls. everyone knows but no one says it. fbi = feelings buried indefinitely. friends who read you like crime scenes. windowsill confessions. love, interrupted. trust issues but make it cozy. held together by forehead kisses. he reads you better than his files. love in lowercase. statistics say he shouldn't love this hard (he does). he’d classify you as essential personnel. ooc. grammatical errors.

ᰔ look around . . . m. list , m. townsend & the naturals m. list

────── vi whispers . . . ᰔ

001. AAAAA, nonnie,,, this was supposed to be 7k but it DIDN'T save💔 im sorryyyyy😭😭

002. you sent this around three am ish & i was LOCKED in❕��

003. idk if i did you justice, nonnie 💔💔

004. horrible writing because i started writing this at,,,, 3 am

005. also... i couldn't keep this spoiler free😭😭 my head was blank because WHAT WOULD THE TOPIC OF THEIR ARGUMENT BE????? so i js... tweaks & tweaks..

006. as i said in note four,, this is badly written so don't expect much 😭 I CAN'T WRITE ANGST

you weren't supposed to be here.

judd had instructed you to remain where you were, michael would return tomorrow.

& sure, perhaps you were snooping, perhaps you shouldn't have gone into his room without knocking, but you were missing him, and the jacket he'd left behind still smelled of him.

besides, you've done the groceries.(that usually takes you all day because the group chat keeps adding more things to the list.)

so you'd gone in.

& hell broke loose.

because the moment you laid eyes on the bruises, the cut on his jaw, the way he winced when he reached too far▰your breath caught in your throat.

you weren't a profiler, hell, you're not even a natural but you weren't stupid either.

you knew what a beating looked like. & michael could lie with a smile, but his body was always honest. especially to you.

he turned just as you walked in.

froze.

like a deer in headlights.

like he hadn't meant for anyone to see him this way.

you didn't speak.

he didn't either.

just stood there, half-shirted, ribs smeared with ugly blue-purple marks.

& god, it was like someone injected ice water into your veins.

because he told you it was a family business.

he told you he was fine.

& you believed him.

"what the hell," you said, hushed. too hushed.

he hauled down the hem of his shirt. "it's nothing."

"don't," you said, & your voice broke in a way you despised.

"don't do that."

he sat on the edge of the bed like this was normal. like you didn't just interrupt something that made your chest too tight to breathe.

"you're back early," he said, staring at the floor.

"& you're bruised," you snapped. "so maybe we both have bad timing."

he sighed. "it's not a big deal."

"not a big deal?" you had said, voice rising before you pushed it back down. "michael, what the hell are you even saying right now?"

he didn't glance your way.

didn't blink.

just kept his eyes fixed on the floor as if he remained silent long enough, all of this would disappear.

"you went back there," you told him. "to your dad."

"i told you i was visiting family."

"you lied."

he glanced up then, and sure, maybe you did wait for that. maybe you needed to see his face.

because he didn't look angry.

he looked exhausted.

so exhausted it curled your stomach.

"what do you want me to say?" he asked.

you blinked. "i want you to say something."

he got up, & you resented how slow & deliberate his movements were.

you resented that he was accustomed to pain like this.

like it was normal.

like it was a habit.

"i'm fine."

"you're not fine."

"this happens," he said. "it's not new."

you stepped forward, fists curled at your sides. "you've been my boyfriend for months. & i never knew."

"because i didn't want you to know."

that line hurt more than it should have.

"why?"

"because it's my problem," he stated, finally, like something in him cracked open.

"it's not yours. it's not anyone's. i've been dealing with this my whole life▰"

"that's the problem," you cut in, voice low. "you deal with it like it's your fault."

he paced slightly, running a hand through his hair. "don't psychoanalyze me."

"i'm not," you said. "i'm begging you to talk to me."

he fell silent again.

& you hated that.

because he was so good at this▰retreating into silence, allowing you to talk until you quit.

but you weren't quitting. not today.

"do you even trust me?" you asked.

his jaw clenched. "don't do that."

"don't do what?" you snapped. "don't ask if my boyfriend▰who's keeping this from me▰trusts me?"

he remained silent.

"you didn't tell me," you breathed. "you didn't tell anyone, but▰"

"lia knows," he blurted out before he could stop himself.

you stiffened.

you glared at him like he slapped you.

"what?"

he gazed away once more. "she figured it out. it's not like i told her."

"but she knew," you replied. "and she didn't say anything."

"that's not her job."

"it's not yours either, apparently," you snarled.

the silence that hung between you afterwards was colder than anything else.

you didn't weep. you wouldn't.

but god, you wished to scream.

"do you have any idea how dumb this makes me feel?" you asked, voice trembling though you resented that it was. "do you have any idea how it feels to be excluded from everything because i'm not one of you?"

his eyes grew cold. "this has nothing to do with you not being a natural."

"doesn't it?" you asked. "because you tell them things. they know things. & i'm just the girl who was raised in the house & still gets treated like a guest."

he opened his mouth. closed it.

& that was the worst part▰he didn't argue.

he didn't fight back.

because maybe he knew you were right.

"i've been here since i was eight," you said. "i grew up with you people. judd raised me. hell, tanner used to read me silly bedtime stories, i cleaned up after sloane when she spilled powdered sugar all over the place, i held lia's hand when she got stitches, i taught dean how to braid hair because his kept falling in his eyes, i let cassie stay in my room because that stupid locke haunts her every time.”

your voice cracked again.

you're no natural, just someone scarlett hawkins took in before she died. & judd didn't send you to an orphanage because he knows that this is what his daughter wants. you don't know what she sees in you, but there was something. you had skills, enough to be qualified in the fbi. if it weren't for your age.

"but i'm not a natural. so i'm not one of you."

michael didn't look at you.

& that only made it worse.

"you were the only one who made me feel like i belonged," you said softly now. "you were the only one who didn't look at me like i was on the outside. so i don't get why you shut me out too."

he finally looked up.

& he looked destroyed. wrecked.

"because it's not about you," he told me, & his voice wasn't angry. just tired. "it's about me. it's about not wanting to see your face change when you look at me. it's about keeping the only good thing in my life safe."

"safe?" you echoed. "from what? the truth?"

"from me."

you looked at him.

& this time, you said nothing.

he exhaled & sat back down, as if standing was now too much work.

"you weren't supposed to see," he said. "i know how to handle it. i've done it before."

"& how's that working out for you?" you asked, frustration boiling. "you keep going back, michael. you keep getting hurt. what, you think that's brave? you think it's strength?"

"i think it's survival," he said harshly.

"then perhaps you should learn a new means of survival."

he didn't say anything.

you took a trembling breath, pacing now, because if you stood still the room felt like it was closing in on you.

"you should've told me," you said. "even if you didn't want to be helped. even if you didn't want me to make it better. i'm not asking to be your savior. i'm just asking to know."

he nodded once, slowly.

but it did not feel like an honest answer.

it felt like he was folding in again on himself.

closing off.

retreating.

"you don't get to make choices about me," you said, coming closer again. "you don't get to choose what i can or cannot handle. if you didn't want me on board, then maybe you should not have gotten me to fall in love with you."

his head jerked up.

you hadn't intended to say it like that.

but it was out now, & you weren't backing down.

"i never asked you to love me," he said, voice low but cutting.

& wow.

that hurt more than it should've.

you blinked. "no. i guess you didn't."

he shut his eyes. ran his hands through his hair once more. "that's not what i meant."

"but it's what you said."

he glared up at you again. "i didn't mean it like that. i just▰this▰"

he pointed vaguely at his ribs.

"this is ugly. & i didn't want you to see it."

"well, i did," you said. "so now what?"

he didn't speak.

you looked at each other for what felt like an eternity.

neither of you saying a word.

& perhaps that was worse than the words.

because it meant you were both suspended in the in-between.

not broken up.

not fine.

just there.

distant, angry, & unsure what was next.

the ssilence between you & michael was heavy for days.

it wasn't just the fight anymore▰it was the way it landed in the space between you.

you weren't broken up, but the air was thick with things unspoken, with questions still hanging, unasked.

you tried to concentrate on the work.

attempted to bury yourself in homework, in assisting the team, despite your heart feeling as if it were walking around with a pain you could not rid yourself of.

didn't help that everyone else seemed to be able to tell something was wrong.

lia saw someone was off first, naturally.

she always did. she knows you. & that isn't because she's a lie detector or anything of the sort.

she was a lie detector, & even when you tried to smile, she was aware.

the way your shoulders stiffened every time michael entered the room. the manner in which you always averted your gaze before anyone had time to ask. you could sense her gaze upon you, could sense her attempting to read you & send shivers down your spine.

but you never allowed her to ask.

you couldn't.

not yet.

cassie. oh, cassie. she noticed. when she came to your room that night, asking for comfort, your eyes looked puffy. red.

you looked like you didn't want to talk about it. so she didn't. only hoping her embrace will at least make you feel better. hoping that the next time she enters your room, your eyes won't look tired or puffy or red or sad.

& then there was dean.

dean. someone who knew you since you were twelve.

dean. someone whom you thought of as a brother in every sense that counted.

dean, who observed you going in & out of the safe house with michael, who guarded you with a look that made his eyes keen & his fists even keener.

you noticed it in the way he looked at you now.

the way he questioned you with his eyes, with the way he stayed too long when you entered the kitchen for breakfast.

you detested that look.

you hated that he could see through the cracks, but you didn't want to speak up.

so you didn't.

instead, you concentrated on the people who didn't ask the questions▰like sloane.

sloane, who always had a way of seeing things without mentioning them.

she was quiet in her noticing.

but she could sense the tension, & she was there when you needed her most.

you were sitting at the kitchen counter, doing your best to ignore the glaring emptiness in your chest, when sloane came over, sitting beside you, her hand casually brushing yours.

you didn’t flinch.

you didn’t pull away.

but it was comforting.

it was sloane.

“you okay?” she asked quietly.

you swallowed.

“yeah. i’m fine.”

sloane didn’t buy it.

& she didn’t press either.

she simply left her hand hovering close to yours, a gentle pull, a comfort that didn't demand anything back.

it was in these small moments that you felt the cracks in your heart start to mend▰slowly, agonizingly, but they mended.

but even the tiniest crack won't go undetected.

not when lia's around.

the instant you walked into the room, lia raised an eyebrow.

you attempted to escape her stare, but she saw you anyway.

she rose to her feet, approaching you, her expression impossible to read.

"tell me," she told you, voice soft but slicing all at the same time. "what happened?"

you stalled.

you knew she knew.

you just didn't know what to say.

"nothing's wrong," you grumbled, attempting to brush it off, but lia was not accepting anything.

"nothing?" she repeated, folding her arms. "then why do you look like someone stole your soul?"

you bit your lip.

you couldn't lie to her, not like this. "we fought," you said, voice strained. "that's all."

lia's expression softened, but her frown grew deeper.

"about what?" she asked. you shook your head, already knowing what would happen if you told her.

she knows. you were upset at first. but you knew it's not her fault for knowing.

she didn't need to know everything. "it's just. it's complicated." lia looked at you for a long time.

& for a moment, you'd hoped maybe she'd let it drop.

but no.

lia wasn't the kind of girl to let something go.

particularly when it involved you.

"so. he hurt you," she stated, not a question, but fact.

you bristled, heart skipping a beat in your chest.

you couldn't meet her gaze. because pergaps she wasn't wrong.

"no," you asserted hastily, shaking your head. "not like that."

but lia could see right through you.

she always had. she moved a little closer, voice low & guarded.

"i won't help you unless you tell me."

you groaned.

"i'm not hiding anything. i just. i don't know how to put this into words. i just need space."

lia gazed at you for a moment, & you could see her considering her words.

then she just said, "just don't push him away. whatever it is, it's not worth losing him over." you nodded, feeling the heaviness of her words hit you.

you didn't want to lose him. but you didn't want to hurt him either.

you and michael were moving around like strangers.beyes not meeting. words few and far between. but it wasn't easy to forget. not when you shared a house full of people who noticed everything.

at dinner one evening, judd sat beside you, observing you with his characteristic silent watchfulness.

you were fiddling with your food, shoving it round your plate, hardly eating it. he didn't tell you what was the matter, but you could sense him looking at you▰like he was waiting for you to talk. & at last he spoke.

"you have to talk to him," judd said, his tone as quiet as ever. he doesn't know what happened. & he won't ask.

you shook your head hastily.

you're not even surprised that he knows.

"i can't."

"why?" he asked.

you bit your lip, not meeting his eyes.

"because i don't know how. because everything's all screwed up, and i'm. i'm afraid. i'm afraid that whatever this is, it's gonna ruin everything we have." judd sighed, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed.

"you've been through worse, kid. you know that, right?" you glanced at him.

which is correct. you not being a natural doesn't excuse what you've been through. scarlett hawkins. lacey locke. your past.

when scarlett died, judd knew he wasn't the only one struggling.

yes, he had lost a daughter, & you have lost a sister. not by blood. & blood wasn't a necessity for scarlett when it came to you.

briggs making the program was what saved the both of you. dean saved the both of you. not just dean. he saved veronica sterling.

"yeah, but. this feels different."

"of course it does," he whispered. "but you can't keep running from him. you have to figure this out."

you were quiet for a long time, taking in his words.

he was right.

you couldn't just hide from him forever.

you had to confront him. just… when?

it was late when michael appeared in your room that night.

the door creaked quietly as he pushed it open, & you looked up from where you sat at the window. you didn't say anything at first. didn't know what to say. he didn't wait for an invitation.

just walked in and shut the door behind him, standing beside it for a moment. "can we talk?" he asked, voice low.

you nodded slowly, biting the inside of your cheek.

michael leaned against the edge of your bed, a couple of feet from you.

you remained by the window, uncertain if you should approach.

the tension between you was thick once more.

both of you being so cautious, as if anything wrong would break it all. "i'm sorry," he broke the silence.

his voice low, too quiet. "i know i messed up. i didn't mean to hurt you. i just. i didn't want you to know. i didn't want you to see me like that." you at last turned to look at him.

"but you lied. you kept things from me, michael." he nodded, downcast eyes.

"i know. & i'm sorry. i just. i didn't think you could handle it."

"you don't get to decide that," you breathed, moving in close to him.

"you can't shut me out like that."

he stared up at you, his face filled with regret.

"i know. i messed up." you sat beside him, the gap between you still too great.

but you couldn't help it. you were afraid.

"i'm just angry," you confessed quietly. "i'm angry that you didn't trust me enough to share. i'm angry that you think i can't handle it. but i don't despise you, michael. i could never despise you."

his hand crawled out, touching your fingers softly.

you did not jerk away. you let him.

"i know i've been stupid," he declared. "but i never had any intention to hurt you. i just. i'm just so used to facing it all alone. i don't even know how to ask for things to be easier."

you took a jerky breath, eyes dropping from yours to fall upon your other hand, still clenching his.

"i'm sorry," you explained, voice shaky.

"i'm probably being selfish. i just. i just need to know you're okay. i don't want to keep pretending like everything's fine when you're falling apart." he shook his head softly.

"you're not being selfish. i'm just stupid for not seeing how much you care." you paused for a moment, gazing at him.

"are you okay?" he closed his eyes, tightening his grip on your hand.

"yeah. i'm getting there."

"it's okay," you whispered softly, reaching up to brush his cheek.

"it's okay to not be okay."byou overanalyzed every little touch, making sure not to hurt him.

but michael drew you in, holding you tight, his head against yours. "stop overthinking it," he whispered. "you're not hurting me. you never will."

& for the first time in days, you felt the tension finally release.the evening following your conversation with michael, things were quieter, more gentle. the air between you two wasn't as stifling, but it wasn't completely healed either. nonetheless, there was a shift.

the house was quiet that evening. everyone was in bed or otherwise occupied, leaving you & michael alone in the living room. the gentle hum of the fridge & the muffled sounds of traffic somewhere outside were the only things disrupting the silence.

michael sat on the couch, the same spot where you’d spent so many nights together. this time, though, it was different. there was no tension, no walls between you. just a quiet, comfortable silence.

you sat at the edge of the couch, uncertain at first, not wanting to know what to do after all that happened. you did not want to intrude upon him, did not want to make matters worse by pushing his limits.

but michael, as ever, appeared to be reading you like an open book. without uttering a word, he eased slightly to the side, opening up space for you to sit beside him. his eyes were warm, the slightest suggestion of a smile pulling at his mouth, as if he was promising you something.

"come here," he breathed softly, his voice gruff but gentle.

you bit your lip, nervousness rising up in your chest. "are you sure?" you asked softly, still not knowing if your touch would hurt him.

he smiled at you, the kind of smile that was only for you, & nodded. "yeah, i'm sure. you're not gonna hurt me, y'know."

you paused for another second, then slowly walked towards him. as you sat beside him, his arm fell naturally across your shoulders, drawing you closer.

but you tensed slightly, still overthinking every little thing, every small touch. you weren't accustomed to feeling so guarded, so attuned to everything.

"i don't want to hurt you," you breathed, voice so soft it was barely audible. "i'm just. i don't know how to do this without hurting you more."

michael smiled gently, the warmth of the sound enveloping you like a blanket. "you're not going to hurt me, angel. you're not.”

he tugged you a little nearer, & this time you let yourself slip into his side. being close to him felt so normal, so comfortable, that you couldn't help relaxing slightly, allowing your head to lean on his shoulder.

"i just▰" you'd begun, but michael interrupted, raising his hand to tilt your chin up carefully so that you were facing him. his eyes were so soft, so knowing. as though he could penetrate right through your fears.

"it's all right," he whispered. "i know that you're being careful. but you're not going to break me, you know that?"

you nodded, but the knot in your chest did not completely dissipate. you still wished to ensure that you were not doing anything wrong, even in a momeent such as this, when all you wished for was to feel close to him.

michael appeared to sense the restlessness still present within you, & his hand softly cupped your cheek. "hey," he whispered, "if you're not comfortable with anything, you can let me know, okay?"

you smiled softly, grateful for his patience. “i’m okay now. just. just scared of hurting you.”

he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “you’re not going to. just trust me.”

you blinked your eyes shut for a second, allowing the heat of his hand seep into your skin, & gradually, all your tension dissolved. you felt the calm rhythm of his breathing, the way his pulse beat in sync with yours in perfect harmony.

"i'm sorry i was acting weird earlier," you mumbled, voice hardly above a whisper.

"don't apologize," he told you, his thumb making little circles on the back of your hand. "you've got nothing to be sorry for."

he was right, but the guilt still hung in your chest. you couldn't help it. you cared too much. you just wanted to protect him, even when he wasn't asking for it.

you moved closer, not bothering to be cautious anymore. the way his arms were wrapped around you was stabilizing, like

"thank you for not giving up on me," you whispered, your fingers tracing across his arm. "i don't know what i'd do without you."

michael pulled you nearer, his arms tightening around you in a warm grasp. "don't worry about that. i'm never leaving, angel. you're stuck with me." he doesn't know what he'd do without you either.

you smiled quietly, running your fingers over & over his chest in gentle, soothing patterns. "good," you breathed. "i think i prefer to be stuck with you."

he leaned down, his lips brushing the top of your head as he sighed contentedly. “same here.”

you stayed like that for a while, just existing in the quiet, the soft rhythm of each other’s breathing the only sound that mattered. there was no rush. no pressure. just the warmth of his body, the comfort of his presence.

soon, michael moved a little, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch & draping it over both of you. his hand migrated to your waist, & he pulled you in closer, as if too close did not exist when it came to the two of you.

"you know," he mused softly, now teasing, "you're the cuddling champ."

you smiled softly, rolling your eyes. "oh, really? is that so?"

"yeah," he said, his fingers running along your side in that special way that always made you shiver. "if i had a dollar for every time i thought about how perfect it feels when you're in my arms, i'd be rich." well, he already is. but you know what he means.

you smiled, your heart filling with love. "you're cheesy, you know that?"

"perhaps," he grinned, "but you adore it."

"perhaps i do," you confessed, the tension in your chest melting away now entirely. "just a little."

he leaned against you, the sly grin on his face as his lips whispered against yours in a soft kiss. "just a little?"

you smiled against his lips, the sense of his warmth spreading through you like the gentlest kind of comfort. "okay, perhaps a great deal."

"that's what i thought," he whispered, kissing you again, this time deeper, slower. like he was tasting the moment, like he was ensuring you both knew this was real, this was something you were going to cling to.

you smiled & leaned back a little, your forehead against his. "you know," you whispered, barely above a sound, "if i could spend every night like this, i'd be happy."

"me too," he said, his fingers running through your hair, drawing you back into his arms. "me too."

the gentle glow of the tv danced around the room, illuminating soft shadows on the couch where you & michael were snuggled together. all was calm, so calm that you nearly forgot the world existed outside of this moment. the soothing sound of his breathing & the rhythmic thump of his heartbeat against your ear made everything seem right.

until, of course, you heard the distant sound of footsteps from the hallway.

you blinked, the serene moment interrupted. michael must've heard it too because his body stiffened slightly, his hand reaching out to lightly rest on your back as he turned his head towards the door.

there was a gentle tap before the door groaned open, & there, in the doorway, was sloane. her dark eyes were opened wide in a mixture of sleep & curiosity, & she rubbed her eyes as if by accident.

you blinked in shock, but a gentle smile curled your mouth. "hey, sloane," you whispered, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful moment. "what's going on? why are you up so late?"

sloane shifted her weight, a faint flush rising to her cheeks. "i. um. i couldn't sleep. i was just. thinking about things," she stammered, her voice still heavy with sleep.

you raised an eyebrow, worry flashing in your chest. sloane wasn't typically one to struggle to sleep, & when she did, it was typically because something was wrong. you could tell she was holding something back, not wanting to confess why she was actually awake.

"sloane," you said quietly, your tone full of love, "you know you can tell me anything, don't you?"

she paused for a moment, but then nodded slowly, although she still did not look entirely at ease. "yeah. i just. i don't know. sometimes it's just hard to sleep."

you knew there was something more to it, but you didn't push her. instead, you shifted slightly on the couch & gestured to the space beside you. "come here, lovely. let's talk."

sloane didn't budge immediately, but after a moment, she crept over, crawling onto the couch next to you. you put an arm around her, drawing her into a hug. the hug was nearly motherly, & it came so instinctively to you that it was like second nature.

michael moved a bit, but he didn't look uncomfortable. he knew the relationship you had with sloane, just like he knew the relationship you shared with everyone at the house. you weren't just a friend to them▰you were like their secret garden, the one they could rely on.

"hey," you murmured softly to sloane, "you know you're not pestering me, right? if something's troubling you, tell me. we'll sort this out."

sloane let out a deep sigh & leaned against your shoulder, wrapped in your embrace. "i know. i just. i don't want to intrude on you & michael. you two look like you're snug as a pair of bugs.

you chuckled, gently stroking her hair. “don’t worry about us. you’re never a bother. but you should probably head back to your room, huh?”

sloane looked up at you with a small frown. “i don’t want to sleep alone.”

you smiled softly at that, the protective instinct inside of you flaring. “you’re not alone, sloane. you’ve got cassie, remember? she’s in the room with you.”

“yeah,” sloane muttered, “but she’s already asleep.”

you smiled softly & glanced at michael. he nodded slightly, understandingly, his hand on your back as if he were giving his silent approval to the moment. "how about this," you told sloane, "you go to your room, & i'll escort you there. if you're still upset, we can discuss it tomorrow, okay?"

sloane paused, but then nodded. "okay." she murmured.

you got up, still holding sloane gently by the shoulders, & began to lead her towards the door. when you reached it, you turned back to her. "sloane, it's all right to be vulnerable sometimes. you don't have to keep that from me. okay?"

sloane's face relaxed, & she smiled at you weakly. "yeah. i guess so."

you smiled back, hugging her quickly before she turned to go towards her room. "get some sleep, s," you whispered. "i'll check on you in a bit."

she nodded, a bit more at ease now as she headed toward her room. "goodnight, you two," she said softly, just before heading down the hall.

you faced back toward the couch, your heart feeling a bit lighter now that sloane was at least going back to her room. you headed back to michael, who had waited patiently for you to finish soothing her.

he looked at you as you came back to sit at his side, a warm smile on his face. "everything alright with her?”

"yeah, just. a bit disturbed," you told him, getting back into your seat beside him. "but she's going back to her room now."

michael nodded, his arm instinctively coming around you as you leaned back against him. the heat between the two of you still lingered, constant &,,, unchanging even after all that had occurred.

"you're good at this," he murmured, his lips feathering across the crown of your head in a gentle kiss. "good at taking care of everyone."

you smiled up at him, your heart filling with his words. "well, i am their emergency contact, so,, it's easy." you whispered. "but. it's not always easy, is it?"

he sighed, wrapping you closer so that you were snuggled under his arm. "no. it's not. but i'm glad you're here with me."

you curled into his chest, the beat of his heart calm you like a lullaby. "me too. i don't think i could do it without you."

there was silence for a moment, and then michael kissed your forehead, the touch so soft that you hardly felt it. but you did, and you dissolved into it, sensing the gentleness in the way he wrapped his arms around you.

"you're not doing it for them, though," he whispered, his voice low & seductive. "you're doing it for yourself too. & that's what makes you unique."

you gazed up at him, a gentle smile playing on your lips. "you're cheesy, you know that?"

"you adore it," he smiled, his fingers stroking along your jawline.

you smiled & drew him into a kiss, slow & deep. michael kissed you right back, his lips against yours like he couldn't get enough of you. the kiss was sweet at first, but then it deepened, becoming more desperate, more urgent. your hands wandered to his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair as you drew him in closer, desperate to feel the connection between you two, to drown out everything else in the world.

when you finally broke away, gasping, you gazed up at him, your vision misty with love.

"more?" he whispered, his voice a little hoarse.

you nodded, your forehead pressed against his. "always.

© MINORLYATFAULT 2025

[spcherryygirl]

michaels bdayy!! can you write a lil blurb 👀

I'LL BE YOUR WARM BATH, I'LL BE YOUR CUP OF TEA! m. townsend x f!reader

𝓢ynopsis: a sick boyfriend & a girl you basically adopted ready to assist.

𝓦arnings: grammatical errors. ooc(?).

𝓝otes:

001. DAUGHTER!SLOAAANNEEE as usual..

002. or a little sister!

003. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY (at least in my timexkne)

michael was pretty much draped over you, dead weight, his head crammed into the crook of your neck as you massaged slow circles into his back. he groaned, voice all hoarse & pathetic. "i'm dying."

"you have a cold."

"a brutal one."

the group stood in the living room, observing the entire ordeal take place like some sort of court proceeding. cassie appeared slightly entertained, lia unimpressed, & dean breathed like this was the most draining thing he'd ever seen.

"alright, but why does she get to babysit him?" lia demanded, arms folded. "i say we let nature run its course."

michael, where he half-fell against you, growled, "evil."

you huffed, repositioning his weight. "because i volunteered."

"you insisted," dean argued.

sloane, having been quietly sitting up to this point, piped up at this, grabbing your sleeve. "she's the best person. statistically speaking, she has the greatest success rate when it comes to dealing with michael related emergencies."

michael tried to nod and then halfway gave up, grunting melodramatically. "see? sloane gets it."

sloane blinked up at you hopefully, as if she was expecting approval. & you had essentially taken her in.

you smoothed her hair, saying softly, "i got him, don't worry."

she nodded contentedly. "let me know if you need help. i have tea suggestions based on maximum health benefits."

"noted." you kissed the top of her head, not noticing the smirk lia gave you.

with that out of the way, you more or less dragged michael back to your room, his groans growing louder with each step. by the time you'd got him tucked under the blankets, he was already drifting off, hair flopping into his fever warm face.

you smoothed it out, sighing. "dramatic."

"mmm..." he opened one eye, lips twitching. "you love me."

unfortunately. "yeah, yeah. now sleep, townsend."

he hummed, pushing his face into your pillow. "only 'cause you said so."

© minorlyatfault, 2025

[spcherryygirl]

PIPILIIN KA.. SA ARAW-ARAW!

m. townsend x f!reader

𝓢ynopsis: he'd choose you every day. he'd choose you so much he couldn't care less about the day to celebrate his birth.

𝓦arnings: grammatical errors. ooc(?). reader wears earrings. flirty!reader. drunk!reader. whipped!michael.

𝓝otes:

001. second part of thiissss!!

002. don't ask me ab how they arrived at the bar. there's a car. js imagine michael didn't know even tho he ws the one driving. oh & they parked it in a parking area where they still need to ealkto the bar lmdaoaoaoaoaoaoaoaoaoaoaoaoaoaoaoaooa

003. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW A BAR WORKS IM SORRY

004. there might be a p3z,idkdkidk

005. lets..... ignore the part in all in the casino,,,,, heehheeeee,,,, ws drinking(??? im pretty sure??? or ws it lia.. short-term memory 💔)

006. OHOH, & this shows what happened before he found you next to him, still asleep btw (like,,, the ending of p1)

michael wasn't even sure how it happened. one minute, you were changing into your dry clothes, the next thing he was being dragged through the darkened streets by you, your fingers digging into his wrist like you had a purpose. & now, here you guys are. you were in front of a bar, a wicked grin spreading across your face.

"this is a bad idea," he grumbled, but you only laughed, already pulling him in.

"hey, now, townsend. live a little."

getting in would have been impossible, but you had a plan. a thoughtful one, a worryingly thought through plan. you whipped out a fake id like you'd done it a thousand times(you made sloane make you one.), the bouncer hardly giving it a second look before nodding you past. michael only sent you a sigh.

inside, the music was deafening, the lights were low, & it reeked of booze & poor choices. you made straight for the bar, ordering drinks before michael could object.

"you know we shouldn't be drinking, right?" he asked, observing as you raised the glass to your lips.

"you worry too much." you leaned in close, mouth inches from his ear. "loosen up, birthday boy."

& and that's how he found himself here, in a booth together, with you sprawled over him, laughing like you'd just heard the world's greatest joke.

"you're sooo cute," you state, poking his cheek. "like, really, really cute. like▰if i didn't know you, i'd totally hit on you."

michael gulped, his ears reddening. "you do know me."

"i knooow," you drew the word out, your head rocking back in laughter. "& i did hit on you. worked out pretty well, huh?"

his heart was racing a mile a minute. he was used to your flirting, but not this way. not when your lips were so close, your body pushed up against his as if you never wanted to budge.

"you're drunk," he tells you, even as his hands settle into your waist, holding you up when you almost stumble over.

"so?" you pouted, running a finger down his chest. "doesn't mean i don't mean it. you're hot, townsend. stupidly hot."

michael groaned, leaning his head back against the booth. "you're gonna be the death of me."

"hmmm." you tilted your head, weighing. "nah. you're too tough for that." then, out of nowhere, you reached up & kissed him.

michael melted instantly, hands clenching on your waist as he kissed you back, slow & deep. he tasted the alcohol on your lips, but it was more than that, taste you▰warm & familiar & so fucking intoxicating.

when you finally broke away, you were smiling, eyes glassy. "told you. best birthday ever."

he gasped sharply, forehead to yours. "you're gonna regret this in the morning."

your lips kept meeting his cheek, & his cheek kept meeting your lips. honestly, those were the only things running in his mind.

"nope," you burst the "p," still grinning. "because i love you.” kiss. “like, lots. “ kiss. “like▰oh my god, michael▰like, tons.” kiss. “you're my favorite person in the whole world." kiss. kiss. kiss. you & your dumb handsome face & your▰"

michael laughed, raking his hand through his hair. "okay, time to take you home."

getting you out of the bar was a easy. getting you to release him? not quite.

"lemme walk," you complained as he picked you up in his arms, bridal style, & swept you towards his car.

"nope. you'll trip & bring me down with you."

"but it'd be so funny," you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "admit it, townsend, you'd laugh."

michael just rolled his eyes, putting you gently in the passenger seat & buckling you in. "you're ridiculous."

"but you love me," you sang songed, kicking your feet. "you loooove me."

michael let out a sigh, a tiny smile playing on his lips as he began the car. "yeah, yeah. i do."

halfway home, you turned to him, eyes half closed but still shining. "you're my favorite, you know that?"

he looked at you, something warm in his chest. "yeah?"

"yeah," you nodded, dead serious. "like, in the whoooole world."

michael swallowed over the sudden constriction in his throat, leaning over to squeeze your hand. "you're my favorite too."

when you finally returned, he carried you in, laying you down on the bed.

"michael," you muttered, pulling on his sleeve. "too many accessories. take 'em off."

he huffed a laugh but indulged you, removing his watch, then your earrings, placing them on the nightstand with care.

"better?"

"mhmm," you sighed, eyelids drooping. "you're so good to me. i don't deserve you."

michael stroked a lock of hair from your face, his fingers impossibly gentle. "you deserve everything, sweetheart."

he kissed your forehead, tucking the blankets around you. as he settled in beside you, your hand wrapped around his, squeezing softly.

"best birthday ever." you whispered.

michael smiled against your hair. "yeah. best one yet. thank you, princess."

© minorlyatfault, 2025

[your-mommy-ems]

twice in one night guys 💪💪💪

you know you love me - m.t x reader

pairing: michael townsend x fem!reader

requested: yes / no

warnings: swearing :)

a/n: as i said im breaking out of this slump so BOOM! two fics in a row

taglist: @reminiscentreader, @ravenclawdirectioner, @zenikswaffleshop, @off-to-the-r4ces, @lxvebelle

@emelia07,

when michael had suggested that you two go in a date for your anniversary you had agreed. when michael had suggested he plan the date for the anniversary you had reluctantly agreed.

right now?

you're regretting it.

"michael," you say entering the room. "what the fuck is this?"

"its your very own personal shop," the little shit says grinning widely. he's crouching in front of a upturned plastic box with a lopsided sign and his scrawly handwriting covering it. packets of food and pillows are thrown around the room creating an absolute mess.

"my own shop?"

"yes. your own shop. and after you visit 'michael's magical museum of food' you can make your way over to the 'comfort express' and watch a movie with your favorite human..."

"mic-"

"AND THEN! we're going to make pasta and cake." he proudly puts his hands on his hips, seemingly unaware of the - or very much aware just choosing to ignore it - mess he made. "whatdoyouthink?" he rushes out still grinning. "and don't say you don't love it i can read your emotions."

you give him a knowing look. "can you tell what this emotion is?"

he studies your face for a second. "yes. you're super happy about my anniversary date plan and you love me even more." he taps his brain. "see i told you."

sighing you drop you bag at the door and make you way to his little shop. "alright lets do this." you look at the options he has smushed onto the box and feel a wave of love at the boy giving you a sales pitch on each snack. he's chosen your favorite snacks.

"i'll take one of everything!" you declare after he finishes trying to sell you a clearly overpriced packet of candy.

"alright, that'll be..." he pretends to add that into his cardboard cash register and then turns back to you. "one kiss."

"really? wow thats super cheap!"

"you're right, i'm sorry. it's five kisses."

"nuh uh uhh," you tut. "you can't go back now. one kiss."

"five."

"one."

"four."

"one."

"three."

"one."

"two."

"one."

"two."

"one."

"just let me have this."

"fine two."

"deal." michael extends his hand to shake and the second you grab it he's pulls you down into a soft kiss. you've been with michael for a year now and he still makes you breathless every time you kiss him.

when you pull apart he grins. "thats one down, i'm saving the next one for later." he stands up to gather the snacks but ends up making the sign fall down. "oh noo! not my sign!" he pouts for two seconds before he grabs you hand and the snacks and launches onto the bed.

"for tonights movie we shall be watching tangled."

grinning you shuffle closer to him as he sets up a little semi-circle of snacks around you and leans back to let you rest your head on his chest.

you both stay that way for most of the movie, eating and laughing with each other until around halfway, when michael presses a kiss onto your head and whispers. "happy anniversary, baby. i love you."

you smile peacefully, "love you too."

"even if i trash your room trying to be cute?"

"no definitely not then. in fact i hate anyone who does that."

"you know you love me."

"yeah i do," you sigh smiling.

"even when i leave your room looking like a dump?" he asks again.

"even then michael."

a/n pt2: hehe hope you liked it (im going to bed now lolol its now 11:40pm so yeah)