𝟓𝐒𝐎𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

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12:36 am

you sigh, turning your head back up at the ceiling, wondering how long you'd been lying in bed awake, listening to your boyfriend's soft snores beside me.

you had a long, tiring day; from working a six-hour long shift to doing the groceries, and then the laundry and making dinner. so, you'd think you'd be fast sleep by now, wouldn't you? but no, something's keeping you awake.

1:49 am

you close your eyes, trying to will yourself to sleep.
one useless sheep, two useless sheep, three useless sheep, four useless sheep, five useless sheep, six useless fucking sheep, seven—this is not helping.

1:59 am

tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick...
the wall clock glows in the dark room, almost mocking you. the whole world felt still. you could hear nothing but silence, and the occasional snores, but the rest of the world almost seemed peaceful.
except for your brain, you scoff. why can't you just shut up and let me sleep?

2:06 am

deciding to go down to the kitchen for a glass of water, or maybe a salty treat, you slowly lift up michael's arms from around your stomach and slip out of bed, careful not to wake him up. you were almost out the door when you hear him stir behind you.
"y/n? what are you doing up?" he asks groggily, rubbing his eyes and glancing at the wall clock illuminated by the moonlight seeping through the windows.

"the sky is awake, so i'm awake," you say, mimicking anna's tone from frozen. he shakes his head at you, a small laugh escaping his pink lips. he stretches, arms reaching up, and lets out a small groan.
"really, what's wrong, my love?" he lifts is head to get a good look at you, resting his weight on his elbows.
"it's nothing, i've just got the munchies, mike," you mumble, ashamed, feeling like a deer caught in headlights; standing by the door in my purple cami shorts.

this wasn't the first time you'd slipped out of bed in the middle of the night for a snack, but it was the first time michael had caught you. you hadn't told him about your midnight snacks, not really keeping it a secret. it just hasn't come up in conversation over the past six months you'd lived together.
michael and you had been together for two and a half years before he'd asked you to move in with him.

"i know it's sudden, and it probably feels like i'm rushing it," he'd said, "but it's just... i'm away a lot, and it'd be nice to come home to you, in a shared apartment or something. i mean we already practically live together, half my stuff is here!"
you let him ramble on for a good two minutes, trying to convince you to move in with him, before cutting him off with a kiss. "okay, mikey, where do you want us to stay, then?"
you both ended up getting an apartment just outside the city, close enough so the drive to work wouldn't be as far, but far enough to be away from all the hustle and bustle. y'all were lucky to have found this apartment; your neighbors were friendly, and the area was fairly quiet. more importantly, safe.
"munchies?" he chuckles, sitting up, back against the headboard, eyes still half closed. he folds his hands over his cute little tummy, giving you a weird look. "what's that?"

"it's the thing where you're just a little hungry, or bored—possibly both, and want to eat something in random times. i get it a lot around this time," you explain, rubbing a hand on my upper arm where goosebumps have started to rise from the cold. "i just couldn't sleep. sorry to wake you, you can go back to sleep."
michael suddenly stands, taking the throw bunched up at the end of the bed, walking over to you and draping it across your shoulders. he wraps one long arm around you, hand resting on your waist and pulling you flush against him, instantly enveloping you in his warmth.

"come on, munchies, let's get some food in 'ya." he kisses your cheek, walking y'all out the room and down the hall, into the kitchen where you both stand in front of the fridge for a good five minutes, wondering what to eat.
"should we cook?" you ask stepping away from him and opening the cabinets, staring at the noodles.
"i don't know. what do you feel like eating, my love?" michael closes the fridge with a yawn, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around you, laying his head on your shoulder. michael, when sleepy, gets very clingy; always wanting to keep a certain amount of physical contact.
"i'm not sure," you hum, scanning the shelves for something salty. you spot an oddly placed bag of chips behind a stack of canned goods and happily reach for it. you turn to michael, twisting as much as you could while wrapped up in his arms. "what about you, sweets?"
"hmm? no thanks, i'm only here to keep you company." he yawns again, and you let out a small giggle, bringing a hand up and brushing his hair back from his forehead.

"okay, mikey, come on. i'll just get a bottle of water and we can go back to bed," you say, struggling to get out of his grasp. he loosens his grip and you step away, quickly grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and turning back to him. you smile at the sight of him leaning against the counter behind him in a loose singlet and basketball shorts, eyes closed, pink hair sticking up everywhere.
"mike, come on, sweets, let's get back to bed." his eyes open the slightest bit as you softly rub his arm to wake him up. you wrap the throw around the both of you as you trudge around the apartment. he stops in the living room, dragging you to the sofa.
"you'll get crumbs on the bed, know you hate that," he mumbles, lying down on the sofa and pulling you down to sit beside him, the throw slipping from both of your shoulders and landing on the carpeted floor soundlessly. you set down the bag of chips on the coffee table, along with the bottle of water and turn to him.

"but you're sleepy, m. seriously, go back to bed. i'll be there in five minutes, fifteen tops," you say, running your hands through his hair as he cuddles up against your back, one arm going around your torso .
"mmm, no, don't wanna be away from 'ya. missed 'ya too much," he mumbles, starting to drift off. your heart swells at this, seeing my six-foot-something tall boyfriend sleepily mumbling things like these always made you so soft. "wake me up when you're done, m'love, and we'll get back to bed."
"okay, bubs, if you say so." you smile, rubbing his back; watching as he fell back into sleep, knowing full well you wouldn't have the heart to wake him up later. sleepy michael was your favorite michael.

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so i haven't had much motivation for anything bc life is honestly shit rn :( but i have like 0 friends so if you ever want someone to talk to you should def message me !! (im hella shy n awkward at first tho)
im going to try and update like the rest of the week
and i still wanna make a spam book wOW
ily ♡
gotta zayn