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[ 𝟗:𝟒𝟐 𝐀𝐌 ] — 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 (𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘)

arms tighten their hold on you as mikey groans, burying his head into your chest. sighing, you glance at the clock, trying your best to wriggle out of his grip as he falls into slumber once more, but his arms lock you in place again.

mornings with mikey always tend to be unproductive, he’s not one to give in once he decides on something—and most mornings, he decides you’ll stay in bed with him for as long as his hearts content.

“mikey,” you sigh, prodding at his shoulder. he pretends not to hear you—the little shit, you think. you can feel the tiny smile on his lips against your chest. “mikey, let go.”

“no,” he mumbles. “don’t wanna.” it’s an everlasting effort to try not to roll your eyes at your boyfriend, he makes the task harder than most. pinching his arm, you glare at him when he jolts a little, staring at you in shock.

“mikey i’ve got things to do—mmph,” and you’re cut off by him plopping himself on top of you, caging your body with his arms as his face digs deeper into the fabric of your shirt. his body lays in between your legs, and though you’re annoyed, there’s something so angelic about him like this.

“stay,” he murmurs. and it’s all it takes.

with a sigh, you relax, shaking your head amused at the control he has over you. a few pouts, a soft plead, and mikey’s got you wrapped around his finger, bent to his every wish. and you would be mad, but he’s the same way, everything on pause for you should you say the word.

you rub over the bare skin of his back, feeling the rippling muscles under your palm. letting out a content sigh, he nuzzles deeper into you, pressing a tiny kiss to your other hand when it lays on his cheek.

“we really should get up,” you whisper.

“i missed you at night,” he mumbles. “wanna spend more time with you.”

“mikey, we spent the whole night together, what are you talking about?” pouting, he gently guides your hand to his hair, leaning into your touch. you smile at his ploy to get you to stroke through the strands, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as you do.

“didn’t even talk to me,” he grumbles. “just slept the whole time.” his voice is accusatory, as if you’ve betrayed him for doing the norm and falling asleep. he pouts bitterly at the memory of being cut off during his rambling by your soft snore.

“oh,” you roll your eyes. “sorry, i’ll try not to do that next time.”

“i’ll wake you up if you fall asleep while i’m talking tonight. swear i’ll do it,” he warns. you snort, making him crack a smile, humming when you gently scratch at his scalp with your nails.

and it’s serene, mornings like this, just the two of you in here. because out there, out there he’s someone else, someone you know you should run away from, someone who’s done things that would make your head spin if you knew the depths of them. but you can’t seem to let him go, not when you see him like this, heart entrusted in your hands. he’s everything you shouldn’t want, but it makes him that much more exhilarating.

i love you.

it’s all your heart screams when he’s around, and his screams it right back. the deafening silence of his absence is scarier than his crimes.

“kay, drama queen. you’re bad for my sleep schedule,” you scowl. his eyes close, the scent of your perfume and body wash wafting through his nose as you gather his hair into your hands. “where are your hair ties?” wordlessly, he holds up an arm, two hair ties on his wrist. grabbing them, you part his hair down the middle.

“what’re you doing?”

“your hair,” you say simply. and in a few moments, his hair is tied into two neat pigtails, making you giggle at the sight. “some crime lord,” you snort. “you look like you’re ready for the first day of elementary school.”

“hey,” he protests. “i was badass in elementary school. took out the older kids like they were nothing.”

“then you’d be too cool for me,” you sigh dramatically, making him smirk. and you should be doing errands right now, but mikey’s body on top of yours feels so right—even if he is rather heavy.

“nah,” he grins, peering up at you. “i bet you peaked in elementary school, loser,” he teases. and the soft chuckles that ring through the room encompass the both of you like a hug.

i love you.

you both whisper the message wordlessly through the sweet kiss you share. and you think a few more moments in bed with him couldn’t hurt, not when he eyes glint like that, bright and full of life.