A collection of one shots that I wrote and posted on my tumblr account (lefteagleblizzard) after watching some of this movies. All of these are gender neutral reader, unless stated otherwise
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Summary: a one shot that narrates many different things that happens during a long day between Mike and reader.
Warnings: gender neutral reader. No pronouns used towards reader. Angst. Fluff. allusion to smut. No actual smut. Flirting. Established relationship. Panic attack. Happy ending.
Sorry for bad grammar. Sorry if it's cringe. Enjoy :)
Word count: 3700 words
The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Mike stirred, his eyelids fluttering open. Beside him, you laid still, chest rising and falling rhythmically. You were tangled in each other's arms, cocooned in the soft warmth of your shared bed.
Mike blinked away the last remnants of sleep, his gaze landing on your peaceful face. Your hair was tousled, and a faint smile curved your lips. He couldn't help but smile back. The both of you had been through so much together—late-night conversations, laughter, tears, and stolen kisses—and yet, every morning felt like a new beginning.
He shifted closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You stirred, your eyes fluttering open. The first thing you saw was Mike, and your smile widened. "Good morning, did you sleep?" you whispered, your voice still thick with sleep.
The nightmares had plagued him ever since the kidnapping of his little brother. The faceless abductor, Garret's terrified eyes, the guilt—it all came rushing back in the dead of night. He'd wake up drenched in sweat, unable to breathe, feeling like he was failing his brother all over again.
You stayed up with him during the nights when the nightmares were too much. You helped him when he woke up screaming, tears streaming down his face.
"Morning," Mike replied, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Did you sleep well?"
You stretched, your limbs intertwining with his. "Like a baby," you said. "Your presence is my best lullaby."
He chuckled, tracing lazy circles on your back. "I could say the same about you." The room was filled with the soft rustle of sheets as you shifted, getting comfortable. Outside, birds chirped, and the distant hum of traffic reminded you two that the world was waking up too.
You propped yourself up on one elbow, your eyes curious. "What time is it?"
Mike glanced at the clock on the bedside table. "Early," he said. "But who needs time when we have this moment?"
You laughed, leaning down to kiss him. Your lips were warm and inviting, and Mike lost himself in your taste. You kissed slowly, savoring each other, as if you had all the time in the world.
And you really wished you did.
When you finally pulled away, you rested your head on his chest. "I love mornings like this," you murmured. "Just us, no rush, no worries."
Last night he didn't have to work at the pizzeria and you grasped the opportunity to make up for lost time.
Mike mumbled something incoherent that you almost certainly assumed was a sign of him agreeing with you.
