Finn never minded sleeping with Becky

He did it every day and it became a part of his life

He loves the girl and would do absolutely anything for her

But he's noticed she has fits sometimes

Fits that do tend to annoy him

Fits of singing

In the middle of her sleep, when she can't sleep, or just to annoy him since it was one of her favorite things to do apparently

In her opinion cranky Fergal is the best Fergal

She found it one of the cutest things on the planet

And sometimes they escalated

Which she definitely enjoyed

She tried hard to keep these fits rare since she didn't wanna annoy him for the rest of his life

Unless they ever got married

Then it'd be an unescapable trend

Like how it felt at around 3 in the morning

The two had just gotten back home from a show and desperately needed to get sleep

They were finally winding down peacefully to get the sleep they deserved so greatly, Finn drifting off faster than her as he started to see the familiar images of dreams—

"Boys and girls of every age, wouldn't you like to see something strange?"

He furrowed his brows as he heard a voice in his half-sleep state

He wanted to assume and hoped it was the dream that was beginning to form in his head so he simply brushed it off

"Come with us and you will see, this, our town of Halloween"

He opened his eyes, realizing the voice wasn't in his head, and was familiar beyond familiar as he heard it pause again

"Rebecca" he mumbled already knowing it'd be an excruciating 2 and a half minutes if she decided to finish the song or start a new one

He didn't hear a response for a second as he thought he heard small giggles

"Yes, Fergal?" Her voice responds softly

"What are you doing?" he asked, expecting the same answer he always got

"I'm not doin' a thing" she covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing, "I'm not doing anything"

"Of course" he thought, not in any state of surprise, "Are you sure?" He questions, squinting his eyes open at the wall in front of him

"I'm sure, Finny" she moves her position to face his back, tracing along the muscles with her finger

He doubts her answer as the truth as he closed his eyes completely again, "goodnight, again"

"Goodnight" She whispered, moving her hand from his back with a tiny smile of mischief

She turned back around with her back facing his, moving her hair out of her face with her hand

Just as he started to fall back asleep, he heard her again

"This is Halloween, this is Halloween, pumpkins scream in the dead of night!"

He opened his eyes again, sitting up and turning towards her, "Bex" he groaned

"Finn" she turns back to him with a small smirk

"Do you know what time it is?" He moves his eyes to her

"Maybeee" Becky bats her eyes innocently, looking over at the clock, "it's 4:08" she sat up energetically

"Do you know what that means?" He blinks slowly to adjust his eyes to her dark silhouette

"I should be singing, fucking, sleeping, or playing a saxophone" she smiles at him

"Do you have any idea what I want you to do out of those options, Rebecca?"

"Hmm" she looks around at him, staring at his abs for a second before looking back up at his face

"I don't have access to a saxophone, you're not the right kind of cranky for a fuck, my vocal cords are warm, and my eyes are not droopy tired, so my guess is singing!" She teases, "I gotta let out my inner Marylin Manson, that's just how it works"

"Wrong answer" Finn huffs, "I don't even like his version"

"Definitely to you and of course you don't" she pouts as she moves to her hands and knees, crawling up and kissing his cheek

"it's the beginning of May, Rebecca" he whines

"Baby, it's never too early to be festive" she giggles softly, rolling back down, moving her legs back under the blanket

"Well.." he trails

"Except for party poopers like yaself" she taps his nose, "if it makes you happyyy, I'll stop"

"It would" He lays back down

"Then I'll stop" she beams

"Will you really?" He questions for what seemed like the eightieth time of the night

Something he couldn't do was trust her to be serious in the time slot of 2 to 4 in the morning

"Yes! Anything for you" she smirks softly, pulling the covers up to her face

"Thank you" he sighed with a bit of relief, closing his eyes again

"Can I just say one more thing though?" She asks, smirking more

He hesitates to answer her, already expecting what she was going to do and giving himself no choice but to run with it, "yes" he says in a bit of defeat

"This is Halloween, everybody make a scene, trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright"
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I love Rebecca Quin and Fergal Devitt
I just wanted to put that out there🥺
I hope you liked this one!
I liked writing it. Thanks for reading!💕