"I honestly thought you were going to get shot," you giggled when Erik asked you about the previous night; he had gotten fairly drunk, and couldn't remember much, so, he asked you. "I distinctly remember you saying 'I'm bulletproof... But please don't shoot me'."
"How drunk was I?" Erik asked, feeling a slight pain in his head but choosing to ignore it.
"You were drunk enough," you told him. "You just mainly talked a lot, cried a little at a picture of a sad looking dog, then passed out in bed."
"Oh," he chuckled softly, trying not to aggravate the aching in his head. "But I didn't shoot anyone, did I?"
"No. You didn't shoot anyone. And you didn't get shot, either, which is always good."
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Multi Fandom Reader Inserts #3
FanfictionThird instalment of my multi Fandom reader insert one shots/fics/imagines!
