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Mycheal's thought thingies that he puts in your mind (Idk what to call it) and his little fast whisper thingies that he does will be expressed through bold.
Reader's thoughts will be expressed through italics.
You were never much of a romantic. None of your previous partners really mattered as much to you as other things did, but you did take care to buy them dinner or flowers every now and then. So, considering that, was it odd that, with your favorite and only Mycheal's sleepy head in your lap, the only thing you could think of was showering him in gifts and praise? He shifted slightly in his sleep, his faint purring rumbling around you and disrupting any negative thoughts from your mind. You pressed the tips of your fingers against your lips, trying to hide a smile. Could he get anymore adorable???
"Firefly..." Mycheal mumbled softly in his sleep, a droopy smile on his lips.
You had to physically stop yourself from letting out a squeal. In your excitement, you accidentally moved your knee, making his eyes shoot up wide.
He looked around for a moment, confused, before meeting your gaze and lighting up bright blue. He immediately jumped up to get out of your lap, but you pressed your pointer finger against his forehead, forcing him back down in your lap.
"Y-Y/N?" He stuttered, his eyes widening and his pupils going wide, his face somehow even bluer.
"You're going to sit here and let me pamper you, alright?" You told him, no, commanded him. He let out a meek whimper, his tail thumping hard against his floor at the sound of you being so assertive. He nodded quickly, going still as you leaned over him, kissing him on the forehead as an on-the-fly decision, regretting it almost immediately.
"Uh...haha, sor-?" He cuts you off sharply with a very fast whisper under his breath, making you freeze up.
"Do that again."
"...What was that?" You mumbled, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed as well as flustered. If Mycheal wanted to take the lead on your guys' relationship, you were fine with that, but you didn't think he'd do it like this.
"Do that again. Please." He was suddenly shy again, sitting up and staring you with such intensity and sincereness, you thought you might choke. "Please." He said again, his voice more desperate and his blue-tipped ears angling down towards his neck.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, were you going to have fun with this.
"Do what again?" It was time to put those high-school theater acting skills to use. You tapped a finger against your chin, playing oblivious with a slight confused tone in your voice.
He scowled slightly, leaning closer to you with even more intensity in his eyes. "Firefly..." He nearly whimpered with a slight whiny tone in his voice, his pupils dilating smaller like a cat.
"I've no idea what you're talking about." You chuckled a little, unable to stop yourself from grinning.
I should stop teasing him soon, though. It's rude to keep him waiting.
"Mycheal..." You scolded him as soon as he stopped manipulating your thoughts, dropping your grin to frown a little.
"I can't help it!" He whimpered, his face becoming even bluer. Ever since your guys' big fight in the forest before he took you home on the third day you stayed with him, he promised to try his hardest to not manipulate your thoughts anymore. Of course, with the occasional exceptions like stopping you from foraging something poisonous or using it to communicate when you guys couldn't talk out loud to each other.
Too bad you were a sucker and couldn't stay mad at him for too long.
You sighed, closing your eyes in defeat and opening your mouth to verbalize your white flag, until Mycheal grew impatient with how slow you were taking, pressing his mouth against yours gently.