Let's Play A Game - Michael Graves (Misfits) X Reader

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by Ravenclawgirl2003

by Ravenclawgirl2003

For Dead-End, I'm sorry my fren.

Your P.O.V:

"Mommy, can we play a game?" my 3 year old daughter, d/n asked, tugging on my sleeve.

"Sure sweetie, what do you wanna play?" I asked, picking her up and resting her on my hip.

"I wanna play hide and seek with you and Daddy!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air.
"Alright, how bout you go get Daddy and then we can play?" I asked, setting her on the ground. She nodded firmly and ran off into the music room to find Michael who was working on a new song.
"And I can't remember when I saw her last. We were running around and having a blast. But the backseat of the drive-in is so lonely without you. I know when you're home," I heard my husband's beautiful voice from the room before d/n called out to him.
"Daddy? Can you come and play with Mommy and me, pleeeasee?" she pouted. I chuckled quietly, resting on the doorframe as I watched my daughter pull on his hand, trying to get him to put his guitar down.
"Alright baby, what are we playing?" he asked. That's one of the things I love about Michael. He seems big and scary but when he's around people he loves, he turns into such a softie.

"Hide and seek!" d/n cried happily, bouncing up and down.

"Alright little one. How bout I count to 50, and you and Mommy go hide?" he grinned at her, shooting me a sneaky wink. She nodded enthusiastically and Michael turned obediently on his heel and started counting.
"Come on Mommy, let's go!" d/n whispered loudly and pulled me into another room.
"You go hide over there," she instructed, pointing into the kitchen while she ran into the living room, hiding under the coffee table.

"49, 50! Here I come!" Michael announced, his voice booming through the mostly silent house.

There was silence for a while, only the sound of his footsteps being heard as he walked towards the kitchen. Then, it stopped.

"You would not believe your eyes!" Michael called out. The bastard.

"IF TEN MILLION FIREFLIES!" I yelled back, then covering my mouth with my hands. I quickly scrambled to my feet, but Michael ran into the kitchen and flung his arms around my waist.
"Gotcha," he whispered in my ear, spinning me around and kissing me passionately.

"Damn you," I smirked, pulling away as he set me down.

"Let's go have a bit of fun, shall we?" he whispered, allowing his hands to travel along my body.
"No, you have to go find your daughter," I replied, twirling away from him.
"Aw, come on!" he groaned, a smile present on his face, I pulled myself up onto the kitchen bench and watched as he hunted around the living room, pretending not the hear the giggling three year old. Suddenly, he grabbed her out from under the table, d/n laughing uncontrollably.

"Again! Mommy, you count!" she exclaimed when he set her down, running over to me.
"Alright little one," I sighed happily and turned on my heel to start counting as the two of them ran.

Again, not really happy with this one. I'm so sorry my fren. I don't listen to Misfits. I'll try and make the next few stories better, promise.

Love you, stay alive, stay safe, stay strong.