#eric derekson x female!reader

[orange-waterfalls]

Misunderstandings

Eric Derekson x gender neutral!reader

@speedyprofessionalpandaweasel ty for the prompt!

A/N: Eric is a GOOD BOY. He's trying his best, please help him. He loves you ok? Misunderstandings because reader is stoopid, like me! He just wants to be LOVED, LOVE HIM. He's awkward and nervous and protect him please. No cursing or violence, but I don't think it counts as fluff. Rated T, I would think. Maybe G. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.2k

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Eric was nervous. We all know Eric has anxiety. He’s nervous about a lot of things. But Eric was really nervous.

Eric had finally decided that he was going to tell you how he felt. Granted, he had decided that five separate times in the past three months, but today was different. At least, he hoped it would be. He was going to hang out with you at the mansion, he was going to make you feel happy, he was going to compliment you a lot, and he was going to kiss you. Probably. Maybe. Possibly. Hopefully…

He took in a shaky breath and smoothed his hair in front of the bathroom mirror. He made sure his clothes were neat. He straightened his glasses.

This had to be perfect. It had to be.

He loved you. He had known you for almost a year and had fallen in love with you six months later. He didn’t know what it was at first until Bing tried to explain. Then Google walked in and explained a bit better.

He was scared when he realized he loved you. Everyone he'd ever loved had died. He didn't think he could take that happening to you. He didn't want that to happen to you...

Darkiplier told him that you were very resilient and didn't die easily.

He wanted to tell you, but his anxiety always got the better of him. But this time would be different.

He had cleared all the other egos out of the mansion, telling them to go somewhere else. It took a bit of convincing and bribing for Wilford and Bim, but he eventually got everyone out. Well, he told the Host he could stay. He probably wouldn’t bother you two.

Eric heard the doorbell ring and jumped. He ran out of the bathroom, almost falling, and ran to the door. He opened it and smiled widely when he saw you. You weren’t wearing anything special, a t-shirt and sweatpants, but you looked absolutely gorgeous to him.

“Hi,” He said nervously. You smirked and his face began to heat.

“Hey,” you chuckled. You walked into the mansion and plopped yourself onto the couch. He sat next to you, looking very stiff. You noticed his nervousness and rubbed his arm. He relaxed almost immediately.

“S-So, uh, what d-do you w-want t-to do?” He stuttered. You furrowed your eyebrows at him a bit. Why was he so nervous?

“Whatever you want. You invited me, after all,” you smiled. He felt his heart rate speed up.

“W-Watch a movie?” He suggested. You nodded and he scrambled over to the DVD player. You tilted your head at the man.

Eric had been acting strange lately. He’d been avoiding you slightly, and he didn’t talk to you very much. He seemed very nervous around you. Did you do something to scare him or make him upset? You hoped not. You loved Eric.

You decided to watch the first movie he found. Eric sat back on the couch, sitting straight and not touching you. You looked at him weirdly. He usually laid his head on your shoulder or lap during movies. You decided to ignore it. Nothing to get upset about. You sighed and turned your attention to the screen in front of you as you curled up into the side of the couch.

You two sat through the movie in total silence. Eric glanced at you a few times, making sure you were ok. You didn’t look very happy, so he started to overthink. Were you bored? Were you upset? Why weren’t you having fun? He barely paid attention to the movie as these thoughts took all of his attention.

The next time he looked up, the movie looked almost over. He looked over at you, wondering why you hadn’t done anything. You looked… upset. That was bad. He had to fix that if his plan was going to work.

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When the movie ended, Eric almost immediately asked what you wanted to do next. You got a bit upset at that. You thought you should… talk about the movie. See what you liked about it. You liked having those conversations with him.

Or maybe he wasn’t paying attention and wanted to distract you from that.

Either way, you felt a bit hurt. If he was bored with you, he could just say so and you’d leave him alone. He had no obligation to be your friend. It would take some getting used to, but you’d be able to handle it. Probably.

“I don’t know… we could… go outside and just… hang out?” You suggested like it was a question. Eric nodded and sped toward the balcony. You walked after him, much slower.

Eric loved “just hanging out” with you. He loved being near you at any given point in time. You could be talking, discussing something, exchanging stories… You didn’t even have to say anything. You could just sit and be near each other in comfortable silence.

Yet the silence that you two were in was not comfortable.

It was tense. And awkward. And he hated it.

What was happening today? Why were things so… awkward? Was it him? Was it you? Were you two drifting apart?

Best not to think about that now. It’s almost dinnertime.

“Erm…” He cleared his throat. You turned to him with your eyebrows raised.

Was he actually going to initiate conversation?

“Are… you… hungry?”

Apparently not.

“Sure…” You sighed in slight disappointment and went back to staring at the horizon. Eric frowned.

You weren’t happy. Why weren’t you happy?! You needed to be happy for this to work!

“Do you wanna order something? I’ll call that pizza place you love…” He said in a sing-song voice. You raised your eyebrow at him. He flushed and you both laughed.

There’s the pleasantness.

You were the one to actually order the pizza, even if it was on Eric’s phone. He began ordering but couldn’t make it past “I would like to order…” so you took over. After the order was placed, you two began talking.

You told each other about your days and finally discussed the movie. Eric admitted he wasn’t paying much attention and you told him you had figured as much. You then went to complain about the people in your lives, specifically the other egos.

“It took forever to get them out of the mansion so we could have the place to ourselves…” He complained.

“So, nobody else is here?”

“Um… I think Host is upstairs…”

“Oh…” You tapped on your arm for a second before taking a breath. Eric looked at you expectantly. “Why did you want us to have the place to ourselves?” Eric widened his eyes as he remembered his plan.

“N-No reason…” He cleared his throat. Your face fell into a frown. You nodded and curled up in your chair, your knees in your chest and your arms wrapped around them.

Eric knew that position meant you were sad, but he didn’t know what he was supposed to do about it. He couldn’t tell you his plan, and he couldn’t lie to you. What now?

Ding-dong

You both looked over the balcony to see the pizza guy at the door. He glanced up and stared when he saw you two.

“Be down in a second!” You called. He nodded and smiled. You stood up and entered the house, walking down the stairs. Eric took a shaky breath.

He just had to get through dinner, and then he’d tell you. It would be alright. It would be fine.

At least… he hoped it would.

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Eric absolutely couldn’t take the silence anymore.

You had finished your pizza nearly 30 minutes ago, and neither of you had said a single thing since. He opened his mouth to speak a few times, and you looked at him excitedly, but he always opted out and closed his mouth. Both of you sighed at these moments.

But now, Eric had to say something. The other egos had agreed to stay out until 8:00, and it was 7:45! He had to tell you.

“Um… Y/N?” He called your attention. You hummed in response. “I… I need to talk to you about something…” You turned towards him on the couch.

“Yeah… there’s something we need to discuss…” You agreed. Eric looked up at you, surprised. Did you already know? Was he that obvious? Were you going to reject him? Was that why you’d been acting weird?

No, Eric. Calm down. You’re overthinking. It’ll be fine… probably…

“W-What did y-you w-want to t-talk about?” He managed to get out despite his overwhelming fear that you were about to reject his feelings and the tears stinging his eyes. You sighed. And Eric’s heart beat ten times faster.

“Do you like me?”

And Eric’s heart stopped.

This was it. You were rejecting him. Your friendship was ruined. He was going to miss you...

Shut up, Eric! You don’t know that! They could be telling you that they like you back!

“Um… w-well… i-it uh… well, it’s… um…” Eric stuttered.

“Because if you don’t like me, then you can just say so.” You said sadly. Eric froze and stared at you for a moment.

“Sorry?” He asked quietly.

“If you don’t like me, or you think I’m… boring, or you just don’t want to be friends anymore then, please, just-” You were cut off by Eric grabbing your hands and sitting very close to you, facing you fully.

“I could never dislike you,” He explained, looking much more confident than he usually did. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it upon seeing his stern face.

Eric closed his eyes and sighed. Maybe today wasn’t the right day to confess his love for you. Today, he just had to let you know that he still liked you as a friend. That would be enough for now.

“You are wonderful. You make me so happy all the time! I’m never sad around you, you’d never let me. Anytime you’re upset, I feel so awful. I’m so sorry I made you feel like I didn’t appreciate your friendship. I do. And I love you.” He monologued. You smiled at him gently and hugged him. He sighed.

You thought that was a platonic “I love you”.

That’s alright. There’s always next time.

Eric hugged you back tightly and wouldn’t let you go.

“I think that’s enough Eric,” You chuckled and pat his back. He gave you one last squeeze before letting go. “It’s getting a bit late… I should head home.” Eric nodded and you stood up from the couch. Eric did the same and you both walked to the door.

You got to door and turned towards Eric. You both just stood, wanting to say the same thing to each other, just not knowing how to say it. You gave each other a quick hug, and you turned around. You both had a feeling you might regret this later, but you just couldn’t.

The Host, whom both of you had forgotten about, could, however.

“Eric stood in front of Y/N at the door, wanting to confess to them,” He monotoned. Eric whipped around to look at him, blushing a deep red.

“Host…” He warned, voice wavering.

“Eric had planned the day so that he could confess but didn’t because he was too afraid to. He also felt like Y/N had been through enough from him.” The blind man continued. You tilted your head, not understanding.

“Eric stared at the Host, fury seeping from him. The Host, fed up with the sexual and romantic tension from the two, decided that he was going to take matters into his own hands. If Eric wasn’t going to confess, Host was going to tell Y/N himself,” Host’s voice rose in volume at that last bit in slight frustration. Eric was shaking in nervousness, and he jumped when Y/N put a hand on his shoulder.

“What’s he talking about, Eric?” You asked. Eric looked up at the Host, who simply raised an eyebrow and walked away. Eric sighed and turned towards you.

“Y-Y/N…” He began, “I… I’ve been feeling… I’ve been having feelings… t-towards you… and um… I… uh…”

You sat your hands on Eric’s face and gently pecked his lips. He blinked at you in surprise. You smiled at him.

“I love you too, Eric.” You whispered. Eric smiled and laughed breathlessly.

He put his hands on your face and gulped, closing his eyes and kissing you. You closed your eyes as well. You moved one hand to tangle in his hair. You used the other to tilt his head, deepening the kiss. You smiled into the kiss when you heard him whimper slightly. He moved a hand to your waist and the other to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. He didn’t seem to ever want to pull away. Unfortunately, you did have to breathe. You both pulled away, panting. Although, you only pulled your lips away. Your bodies were still pressed up against each other, and you stared into each other’s eyes, not exactly knowing what comes next. You took a breath.

“Maybe I could… stay a bit longer?” You suggested. Eric gave you a lopsided smile.

The smile fell when he heard a gunshot and glass breaking, followed by Wilford yelling out a string of curses.

“Or… maybe we could go to your house…” He murmured. You smiled and grabbed his hands. You tugged him out the door as both of you giggled.

Maybe you'd be the one to finally stick around.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

AirLock Anon:

oh yeah I have one more if that’s cool? [maybe She/They if you want?]

HC’s on the Egos reacting to being called Papa and Y/n being called mama by a little kid in the middle of a confession?

I think you mentioned something about the kid being Y/N’s (we stan a she/they single parent) so imma include that.

Also unless specified I’ll just choose like 4 random egos

...........

Illinois

Oh shit.

Man’s commitment issues are really being put to the test here. Working up the courage to confess to each other was already hard enough.

“Calling me dad already? I haven’t even asked your mother out yet.” He pats their head, looking to you with a dreamy sigh. “But..that would be quite nice. Adventures get tiring and I wouldn’t mind settling down for once so...alright.”

You just wipe the sweat from your forehead (that you didn’t know existed till rn) like “whew”. At first you thought this would’ve scared him off.

Though you couldn’t blame your kid for wanting a dad already. It’s been too long and they liked listening to all of Illinois’ stories.

You’re just happy he said yes, willing to give love a chance.

Eric

“..I-I’m sorry? Did you just..?”

Your kid tilts their head like “just what? Call you papa? Is that okay?”

You’re a bit flustered that you never got to finish the confession, but Eric was already tearing up during it, and now he’s full-blown sobbing after what they said.

For a moment they worry about him being upset, though once you explain he’s happy to be called that, they smile and hug him alongside you.

This was such a big deal to him, especially knowing he gave up hope of having kids long ago. He literally couldn’t have any even if he wanted to.

But now he realizes they don’t have to necessarily be biological ones.

He swears to be a better dad than Derek ever was.

Dark

This edgelord is kinda shocked your kid sees him as a father figure. Him? The scary, glitching, monochrome entity???

He was actually about to confess to you when they interrupted and accidentally called him “papa”.

They think they’ve upset him as he stares at them, but in reality he’s...quite happy. 

He never entertained the idea before: of having an s/o, or a kid..or just a normal life in general.

Of course, he still wants to hunt down the snake who robbed him of his life. He can’t allow himself to get too distracted.

However, he may allow himself this “moment of self-indulgence” and try to be a good dad. Not the best but he’ll try.

Wilford

At first he chastises them for ruining his “carefully-plotted profession of love” and threatens to rewind time.

But then what they said sinks in and he double-takes like “wuuwHAT??? Y-You..see me as a papa????”

Bro is flabbergasted.

Your kid just shyly nods and Wilford immediately scoops them into a hug. He’s overjoyed at the idea.

Though you jokingly inform him that he didn’t hear your answer to his confession and he whirls around in a panic, still holding your kid.

You just laugh and tell him yes, and he breathes a sigh of relief.

[spookyold-saintjm]

Masterlist

Last updated June 15, 2020

All works are gender neutral and SFW reader inserts, unless otherwise specified. Please check bio before sending requests :)

Markiplier Egos Masterlist

Star Wars Masterlist

Javier Peña - Narcos

Series

Care (female reader - NSFW chapters) [in progress]

You and DEA Agent Javier Peña, friends and work partners, share one night together after a particularly intense assignment, but return to life as normal. Or so you thought, until one night Javier catches a potentially unreliable and dangerous informant leaving your apartment.

All chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 |

Headcannons / Drabbles

Javier is smitten with you

Javier with a baby

Frankie (Catfish) Morales - Triple Frontier

[gif: @pascalplease]

Series

querencia (female reader - NSFW chapters) [in progress]

querencia: Spanish. /keˈrensja/ (n.) - a place from which one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self. 

All chapters: | the deal | the complication |

Headcannons / Drabbles

wearing one of his shirts

slow dancing in your living room

whipped cream (slight nsfw)

waking up with Frankie

your first time together (nsfw)

“Frankie is a sucker at the dollar store”

outdoor sex (nsfw)

Frankie dresses up for a dinner with your parents

“rough” sex (nsfw)

Frankie proposing to you 

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Masterlist

MINORS DNI!!!!!

NEW NAVIGATION POST WITH LINKS TO ALL MY STUFF

NEW FIC MASTERLIST!

All my stuff in gender neutral, unless explicitly stated otherwise! All Markip**er egos. Fics and headcanons. Updated: 09/03-2022

^^ = Lime

*** = Lemon

FICS

All my fics

Actor

Prompt: “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”/“Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.” ***

Prompt: Reader topping Actor and (consensually) wrecking his shit/Reader speaking French and turning an ego on ***

Prompt: Reader flirting with Google and Actor getting jealous and possessive  ***

Fic: Damien x reader x Actor where Damien is in the middle for once ***

Darkiplier

Prompt: “Darling, your heart is too pure for me.” ^^

Prompt: “I don’t care if you think you look like godzilla when you wake up, you’re my beautiful godzilla.” ^^

Prompt: “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.” ***

Prompt: “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”/“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”/“You look good all soaking wet.” /“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.” ***

Prompt: “Did I say you could stop?” ***

Prompt: “You take my fingers so well don’t you?”/“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”/“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”/“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” ***

Prompt: “You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.”/“Pull my hair!” ***

Prompt: Voyeurism kink/“I want you to watch me, first. Then you can have me." *** (AFAB reader)

Prompt: Winged reader that melts into subspace when their wings are touched ***

Prompt: Dark and Anti tries to get with you, but are always interrupted by the other, ends with a fight and an angry three way ***

Prompt: Dark with a naturally submissive s/o that has a praise kink to end all praise kinks, and he starts praising them in public ***

Prompt: “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”/“I love the sounds you make when you come undone.”/“Say my name over and over again and, once you think you’ve said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s making you feel good.” ***

Prompt: “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”/ “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”/“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.” ***

Fic: Darkiplier in a white suit and a fuck machine ***

Prompt: Darkiplier in lingerie ***

Prompt: “Can you stop sending me nudes, I’m at work.” “That excuse never stopped you when I was working.” “Can you blame me? I bought lace undies, what was I supposed to do?” ***

Damien

Fic: Damien x reader x Actor where Damien is in the middle for once ***

E-plier

Fic: You’re his boyfriend and walk in on a livestream, which leaves him distracted and horny ***

Eric Derekson

Prompt: “Don’t hesitate, just kiss me.” ^^

Prompt: “Are you wearing my shirt?”/“Tell me what you like.”/“Did you dress up just for me?” ***

Prompt: Eric and a transwoman reader in an established relationship, reader offers him a blowjob for the first time (trans female reader) ***

Prompt: Eric fucking transwoman readers tits with “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”/“You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?”/“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” *** (Trans female reader)

Googleplier

Prompt: Google squad showing reader how much better they are at pleasing them than any other weak human ***

The Host

Prompt: “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.” ^^

Prompt: Male Reader topping Host *** (Male reader)

Prompt: “I only want to please you.”/“Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”/“You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”/“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.” ***

Illinois

Drabble: Illinois and someone with fangs ***

Fic: One tent instead of one bed ***

Prompt: Illinois and reader with an aphrodisiac ***

Yancy

Fic: Visitation day ;) ***

Prompt: “Aww, is my little princess/prince getting shy?”/“Come here, baby, let Mommy/Daddy take care of you.” ***  (Uses the nickname princess, but gender neutral :) )

Prompt: “Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”/“These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.” *** (Female reader)

Prompts: “Why do you keep looking at me?” “Oh, you only just caught on? Why do you think I can’t keep my eyes off of you?” With Yancy / 55 shut up and kiss me already with Yancy / I’ve wanted this for so long with Yancy

Yandereplier

Prompt: Reader being tired of being a bottom with “Touch yourself for me.”/“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” ***

Wilford Warfstache

Prompt: “I think we need to talk about the fact that I’m in love with you and also that I’m pregnant.” ^^ (Female reader)

Prompt: “I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.” ***

Prompt: “Come here, baby, let Mommy/Daddy take care of you.”/“Aww, is my little princess/prince getting shy?”/“It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.” *** (Female reader)

Fic: Wilford giving reader’s wings a massage *** (Male reader)

Fic: Dark walks in on Wilford and winged reader *** (Male reader)

Prompt: Reader is a little chubby and kinda insecure, Wilford is sweet and appreciative *** (Female reader)

Fic: Somnophilia with Wilford ***

Prompt: Wilford with bratty reader that gets slaps as punishment ***

Prompt: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?” / “ Okay.. This is new. ” / “ What a pretty sight. ” / “ Good girl. ” ***

Headcanons

All headcanons

Egos reacting to their S/O speaking French ^^

Egos with dirty talk ^^

The egos with a s/o that gets flustered by compliments and praise ^^

Drabbles

All drabbles

Eric and dirty talk ***

Dark in lingerie ^^

Other

Talking tag ^^

200 follower drabble event (closed/done) *** ^^

300 follower drabble event (closed/done) *** ^^

[elusiveelysian]

“Someone with anxiety falls in love with someone extremely adventurous.” Writing Prompt

Pairing: Eric Derekson x Gender-Neutral! (leaning towards female) Adventurous! Reader Requested: Nah

This was unexpected to say the least. . . . Eric nervously adjusted his rounded glasses, clearing his throat. He knew how low the chances of getting together with you was. You were so adventurous and out there. You spoke your mind and aren’t afraid of everyone. Eric, however, was shy and so introverted to the point he sometimes feared your loud and happy personality. The chances of you liking him were low in his mind. You carefully walked on the rocks by the river, a large grin on your face as Eric walked on the ground next to. Neither of you wanted him to walk on the walks with you, but for different reasons. You were afraid it’d mess up his prosthetics or he’d fall and get hurt, Eric was afraid of falling and embarrassing himself. You liked Eric a lot, he was nice to hang around and you found him pretty cute. He sometimes coward away from you, though, which understandable upset you. Have you done something wrong? Or was he afraid of you? You didn’t know and didn’t bother asking, afraid of the answer. “Um, (Y/N) is, is, that s-safe? Not, not judging you, o-of course!” Eric fumbled with his yellow cloth for a moment, he didn’t want to seem like he was judging you or your actions. He was just afraid of you falling in the river, the water was flowing awfully quickly after all. You giggled at him. He was always so cautious and sweet. You truly did love the boy.

“I’ll be fine, Eri! Don’t worry, I’m being more careful than usual!” You defended your action. You knew the consequences of falling into the river was nothing TOO BAD, after all you’ve fallen in before. You broke your arm and got a stern talking to from Dr. Iplier. And then, after leaving the clinic, Dark too. You knew they were just trying to protect you but god, can’t the Ipliers act like parents sometimes. Except for Wilford, he encouraged your behavior.

You noticed Eric still looked nervous and sighed softly. As much as you loved him, he could be overly tense. You couldn’t blame him, though. You knew he was just afraid of you facing the same fate as his brothers and mother. You always felt so saddened thinking about his past or the way his dad had treated him. You hated how Derek still was allowed to live with the other egos. You teased the idea of killing him multiple times, but never attempted knowing how much Eric cared about him. Derek was his only family left after all.

“Hey, Eric?” you asked, glancing over at him as you stopped walking. He flinched harshly, afraid you were upset with him by the seriousness in your voice. “Y-yes, (Y/N)?” He was shaking like a leaf, his hands twisting in his yellow cloth as he dared look you in the eyes. Eric had always become afraid when someone spoke seriously. You were no different. You looked behind you, across the river, before looking back at Eric. “Are you scared of me?”  You looked distressed, your eyebrows furrowed with a small frown on your face. He hated seeing you upset. “I. . . no, no, no, no! Not at all! It’s um it’s just. . . it’s just sometimes your um actions w-worry me and and and I get concerned f-for your safety. A-a-and I always get get um get scared when someone t-talks in in a serious t-tone towards t-towards me,” he told the truth, his hands squeezing and twisting his cloth. He didn’t want to upset you in anyway. You stepped off the rocks and stood in front of the shaky boy before reaching out and hugging him. He tensed for a second before hesitatingly hugging you back. He enjoyed being this close, he really did, but he was afraid of somehow making you upset or hurting you (which would never happen). “You know I really care about you, right Eric?” you spoke softly into his chest. He flushed, blushing up to his ears. He hesitated before nodding. Much to his disappointment, you pulled away, looking up at him. You had a soft blush on your face that made you look absolutely adorable. You leaned up, giving a soft peck on the cheek. His entire face went bright and he hid his face in his hands, not believing that you had just done that. You giggled.“Come on! Let’s go back and get some ice cream!”

[spookyold-saintjm]

Coffee

Fluff 40: “Are you flirting with me?”

From this prompt list. (requests closed for now!)

I guess I should actually finish these, huh? My mind’s been a little all over the place lately. I changed the prompt a bit but here you go! Eric tries really hard, stop being a grump and love him already. 😉

Eric Derekson x reader

—

Yancy said this would work.

He promised it would work.

Oh, god, it better work.

It was simple, really. Everyone knew how particular you were about having your coffee in the morning. Made just right, the same way in the same mug at the same time every single day. You didn’t speak, didn’t participate in the goings-on of the world around you, until about halfway through that cup.

On this particular morning, Eric was determined to switch that up a bit.

He was crouched down at the counter with furrowed brows, biting his bottom lip in concentration as he watched the cream pour slowly, slowly, from the pitcher in his hand and into your cup. He had to get just the right amount…or you would notice. And no one wanted the aftermath of what you became when your coffee routine was tampered with. 

Your drowsy, heavy steps approached down the hall, a sound that Eric knew was unmistakably you. He quickly finished his work and scrambled to clean up his mess, putting away the cream and sugar and practically jumping to stand with his back to the counter, concealing your cup as you stepped into the kitchen.

He wanted to melt at the sight of you, although he was certain you’d argue the fact with him. Your sleep pants nearly dragged the ground as you shuffled further into the room, dark circles of sleep still lingering below your eyes, one strap of your tank top falling off your shoulder. 

But you were still one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen.

“G-good morning!” he tried, sending a small smile your way.

“Hm.” You murmured, absently lifting a hand in greeting as you walked toward the cabinet where you always kept your coffee cup, and Eric suddenly realized what a horrible, horrible idea this was.

Doing his best to ignore his sudden urge to faint, he reached a hand out, almost stepping to lay a hand on your shoulder. He recoiled at the last second, knowing that touching you before coffee was definitely off-limits.

“Hey, uh, y/n, actually I—”

You stared at the empty space in the cabinet far longer than probably necessary, your mind still adjusting to the world of the living for the day.

You spun, slowly, meeting Eric’s wide, nervous eyes with a stare so dull and dark he wasn’t sure he was going to get through to you in there.

“Where is it.” You pointed behind you, your words still hardly above a mumble but Eric heard them like you’d put a megaphone to his ear.

“Uh—so—ah, okay fine!” He stepped to the side, revealing your perfectly filled mug sitting on the counter he’d been standing against. 

“You said…you said you had a busy day today, so I thought I would…help…”

Eric’s words trailed off as you’d stepped across the kitchen, your shoulder brushing against his as you reached for your cup. You looked down and studied the steaming, caramel-colored liquid with a squint. 

You glanced between Eric and the coffee and back again, and Eric was fairly certain he would have dropped to the floor if he hadn’t been gripping the counter behind him to keep himself stable.

He held his breath as you slowly lifted the cup to your lips, taking a single, tentative sip and pulling away. You blinked a couple times as you glanced down at the cup once more.

And then took a another, longer sip.

Eric straightened himself as you turned toward him, your face unreadable minus the faintest upward twitch of the corner of your mouth.

“If you’re trying to flirt with me…it’s working.”

“Wh—I…” Eric reached up to nervously run a hand through the dark curls of his hair. While your directness was something he admired and aspired for in himself, it sometimes still took him aback when you directed it his way.

You put the cup to your lips again, raising your eyebrows at him in anticipation of his reply as you sipped the warm drink.

Eric’s cheeks turned pink as he attempted an answer. “I w-wanted you to have a good day, today.”

Your smile was full this time when you pulled the mug away from your lips, and swiftly leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on Eric’s cheek.

“I will now.” You turned, your hand briefly resting atop Eric’s shoulder in a silent gesture of thanks as you walked away. Though your eyes were still adjusting to the light of the day, Eric could have swore they sparkled as you looked back at him a final time before turning the corner and heading back upstairs to your room, leaving his heart beating out of his chest and his fingers running along the spot where your lips had met his skin.

He had to go find Yancy, now. Clearly, he was on to something.

[spookyold-saintjm]

37 and 39 Eric Derekson

37: Everyone knows you’re into him/her/them. You’re not subtle.

39: Would you just kiss me already?

From my prompt list.

Y’all KNOW I love getting requests about my favorite anxious bean. I changed 39 a little because I just had a cute idea but it gets the same point across lol. Thanks @a-okay-rj! (Also I see you always sharing my work and you ROCK for that. Thank you!)

Eric Derekson x reader

“Come on, Illinois, leave me alone!”

You playfully shoved the adventurer who leaned against the wall next to you as you took a sip from the glass of water you’d just poured from the refrigerator. You’d been going about your day as usual, when you’d come across Illinois and he’d decided to confront you about the one thing you’d hoped you could keep a secret from the others.

“I’m just sayin’,” the man drawled, a sly grin tipping upwards at the corner of his mouth, “Everyone knows you’re into him. You’re not subtle. Almost as easy to read as he is.”

“Look, cowboy, I don’t see what business it is of yours.”

Illinois sighed and pushed himself off from the wall he’d been leaning against, adjusting his hat while he answered you. “Alright, alright. I guess not everyone can be as smooth-talking as I am, after all.”

You rolled your eyes and started to snap back at him, but he was already strolling into the next room, waving a hand dismissively with a low chuckle as he vanished from sight.

You felt your face heat up and your fists clenched, both annoyed with Illinois’ pestering and with the realization that, dammit, he was right.

When you’d arrived at the manor, Eric was the first person to notice how nervous you were, how unsure you seemed at your right to be there to begin with. He’d immediately offered to help you become more used to the place, showing you around, filling you in on what to know about the others who resided there. He was a stuttering mess half the time, sure, but you found his willingness to help you endearing. Not to mention, alright, he was kind of cute, too.

You found yourself seeking him out more and more often, the two of you spending more time together than you did with anyone else, really. Eric…well, Eric was a lot to unpack. But you didn’t mind. You admired his kind heart, his love for animals, even his sense of humor that came out when he was in a particularly good mood.

Apparently, your feelings for him hadn’t gone unnoticed by the others. Fine, fine. You were just going to find Eric, come out and say it, and get it over with. Your worst fear was that it would chase him away from you; you’d rather keep your feelings contained than never be near him at all. But, if Illinois was to be believed, you weren’t hiding it all that well, anyways.

You took a deep breath and straightened yourself before stepping out of the kitchen and heading upstairs and down the hall toward Eric’s room. You didn’t have to go far, because you bumped into him, literally, on your way there, the sides of your bodies thudding lightly against each other as you both sped down the hallway in opposite directions.

“Oh! y/n, I’m so sorry! A-are you okay??” Eric stumbled backwards and wrapped his arms around himself as he scanned you over with his eyes. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay, it was—it was my fault.” You laid a hand gently on his shoulder in effort to ease his mind. The faintest pink in his cheeks began to fade once he realized you were alright, and a small smile began to break through onto his face at the sight of you.

“So, Eric, I, ah…” you sighed, collecting yourself. “I was looking for you, actually.”

Eric blinked at you, the smile faltering as quickly as it had emerged. “Oh, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head, willing yourself not to get psyched out a the thought of what you were about to confess. Your hand dropped from his shoulder, instead reaching for one of his own hands. Your wrapped your fingers around his, and you thought his eyes were going actually going to come out of his head as he looked down at your movements, the back up to meet your eyes.

“y/n, wh-what are you—”

“I like you Eric.” There. You blurted it out before you could convince yourself to say something else. “I think you’re really kind and handsome and funny and I like you a lot and you don’t have to say it back, but I couldn’t stand seeing you again without telling you and I guess everyone already knows anyway. So. Yeah, that’s it.”

The color drained from Eric’s face. “You—you like me? Like…like me?”

“Do I really have to say it again?” You asked in an attempt to be funny, but the color Eric had lost in his face had essentially transferred to yours as the hallway suddenly felt much warmer.

Eric shook his head. “N-no! You don’t have to. I mean, I just—I like you too, you’re cute and you’re really smart and you’re always so nice and…ah, yeah, I-I like you, too.”

“Oh.” You looked at each other in silence for a moment, letting the words and the realizations settle into the air around you. There was no going back now, but thankfully, your feelings were evenly reciprocated. Neither one of you were quite sure what to do next, but you found yourself taking Eric’s other hand too, and he took a small step closer to you as you did so.

“Would youses just kiss already?!” A voice boomed behind you, and you jerked your head to see Yancy turning the handle on a door near the staircase. He had stopped himself from going inside when he saw the scene the two of you seemed to be putting on farther down the hallway.

You let out a small groan, in disbelief at the nerve of the people in this place, but immediately turned back around and hastily connected your lips to Eric’s.

He let out a short gasp of surprise but quickly melted into the kiss, relief flooding both of you. Eric squeezed your hands a little tighter as your lips gently glided together, the kiss short and simple but filled with the affection you’d both been withholding for what now seemed like so, so long.

You parted slowly, both of you catching your breath when your lips separated. Eric’s glasses had slightly tilted to one side, and you giggled at his dazed expression that you were certain you were mirroring as you reached and adjusted them back into place for him.

“I guess we really were the last to know, huh?” You asked, making Eric’s smile widen.

“I—I guess so.” He looked over your shoulder, relieved to find Yancy, nor anyone else, was standing in the hall observing the two of you. He met your eyes again.

“So…what do you wanna do now?”

You shrugged, his hand still clasped in yours as you both made your way downstairs. “It’s a beautiful day. Let’s go find something to do…away from here. Before Yancy tells everyone what just happened.”

Eric’s light laugh was like music to your ears, but the sound ended far too soon when you both saw Illinois absolutely beaming at the bottom of the staircase as he looked up at the both of you.

“I, ah…I think we’re too late for that.” Eric muttered.

You made a mental note to hide Illinois’s hat somewhere deep in Dark’s office once he went to sleep that night.

[spookyold-saintjm]

How about 17(“I don’t mind that you didn’t get me a present because you are my present.”) with Eric? Because he is a gift that we need to appreciate more.

17: I don’t mind that you didn’t get me a present because you are my present.

From this prompt list.

Eric is an ABSOLUTE gift, anon you’re so right. I love writing about my boy ahhhhh.

Merry Christmas Eve to everyone who celebrates! If you sent in a holiday and/or winter-themed request I will be doing my best to get them out this week. 

Eric Derekson x reader

It was Christmas Eve, which meant it was your day to celebrate the holiday with Eric. You weren’t really into the madness of the big gatherings of family and friends that tended to occur around this time of year…too many people, too much noise. You preferred to keep things more quiet and calm, and thankfully Eric felt the same.

You had both gone out for dinner at one of the nicer restaurants in town, followed by a walk around a nearby park to look at snow-dusted Christmas lights. You walked hand-in-hand, bundled up in warm layers as you simply enjoyed each other’s presence in the chilly night air.

You’d noticed throughout the night that, although Eric seemed to be enjoying himself, he was a little…off. You’d been with him long enough to pick up on certain signs that signaled he was anxious or nervous, and you did your best to be supportive of him when he needed it without overstepping. You didn’t want to draw attention to his discomfort, but when he’d suddenly grown stiff and silent, avoiding your gaze as you prepared to make the walk back through the park to your car, you stopped walking.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked. You reached out, gently bringing your fingers to his cheek, urging him to look at you. He did so, and you noticed the dark lines under his eyes, the ghost of a trembling frown on his face. He was going to start crying at any second. 

“Hey, hey…” your fingers glided upwards, toying with the tiny dark curls of hair atop his head. “Tell me what’s going on.”

Eric glanced at the scene around you, then shook his head. “You’ll he mad at me....”

“Eric,” you warned, your hand dropping down onto his shoulder.

He huffed a short breath and looked down at his feet. “I—I tried to find you a Christmas present, I really d-did, but nothing seemed g-good enough and now we’re going back to your house and I’m—“ his voice faltered, and you could practically see him tucking himself away, trying to fade into nothing. “I’m sorry, I panicked and now I still don’t have anything and it’s Christmas Eve and…I’m—I’m so sorry.“

“Eric, no…” you threw your arms around his strong frame. You tucked your head into the space between his neck and shoulder while you rubbed small circles in his back with your thumbs. “Baby, it’s okay. I don’t mind that you didn’t get me a present, because you are my present.”

Eric sniffled once and his shoulders slightly shook as he took in a breath. “You don’t mean that…”

“Of course I mean that. You’ve made my life so much better.” You held onto him tighter, pressing his body closer to your own. “Eric, I love you.”

Your own heart fluttered as you said the words, your nerves rigid. It was the first time either of you had said it out loud, and you weren’t entirely sure how he would react. You hesitated only for a moment before putting down your arms and lifting your head to face his reaction.

His eyes were faintly glistening from the couple tears that had fallen. He reached up to carefully remove his glasses, never looking away from you, his mouth just slightly ajar.

“Y-you love me?” he asked, his voice barely over a whisper. You nodded slowly, not being able to resist tears forming in your own eyes.

  “I love you, Eric.” You said it again. The words tingled on your tongue. Once you’d said them the first time, they fell through your lips as easily as if you’d been saying them to him for your entire life. “I love you so much.”

Eric’s lips were instantly on yours, the hand that wasn’t holding his glasses grasping your arm and pulling you close. Eric’s kisses were short, soft, but filled with so much love behind them that it was enough to make you feel like you were melting into the pavement.

Your lips parted, only for him to kiss your cheek, your nose, and a final peck on the lips. You couldn’t hold back the giggle building up in you when you saw his absolutely beaming face.

“I love you, y/n. I-I always have.”

Your heart swelled. You looked down, took his glasses from his hand, and placed them back onto his face. Fingers intertwining once again, you looked ahead through the tree-lined pathway and you both began to make your way home, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of the night being near the person you loved.

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Eric Derekson x trans female reader

Anon: i know i just sent a bunch of love your way for my request you wrote,,,, but could i get maybe another trans woman reader/eric with the same big uncut cock with 100, 47 with eric maybe asking to fuck the readers tits bc its something hes been fantasizing about, and 28 pretty please

28: “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.” & 47:) “You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?” & 100: “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

MINORS DNI!! Can be read as a stand alone! (Previous fic) Hope you enjoy dear!

After the first time together, you and Eric had grown even more comfortable with each other, which leads to exploring of boundaries and new ideas.

You’re kissing along Eric’s neck and collarbone, warm presses of your lips against his skin with your hands wandering along his ribs.

You’re more or less on top of Eric in bed as he whines beneath you, his hands twisting in the shirt you’re still wearing. Only his shirt is off, but that gives you ample space to plant kisses and hickeys, sucking at least a few on his neck. 

Eric is whining and whimpering, trying to stay still beneath you, failing ever so often as his hips twitch up against you.

You lean back a little so you can look at your handy work, taking Eric in where he lays panting, hair tousled, blushing, with his glasses askew.

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” The blush on Eric cheeks spreads to his chest as you grin, leaning forward to give him a brief kiss.

“You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?”

“I wanna, I wanna.....” He sits up then, moving so you’re on his lap with his arms around you, his head hiding against your neck. You ruffle his hair, used to his shyness that he still has around sex sometimes.

“Come on Eric, you gotta tell me, or else I won’t know.” The answer you gets is barely audible, you more feel it by the breath on your skin than actually hearing it. 

“I wanna fuck your tits, it’s something, something, I, I’ve been fantasising about......” You use your hand in Eric’s hair to pull his head back so he’s looking at you.

“We can do that.”

“Rea- Really?” You nod as you get off his lap, already taking your shirt off.

“Yeah, I’ve never done with my own tits before, but from what I remember it’s pretty hot.” You grab the lube from the nightstand, leaning down to give Eric a brief kiss.

“How do you you want me?” Eric lets his eyes wander, gulping and licking his lips.

“On, on your back?” You get back on the bed and lay down with your head on the pillows, Eric just looks at for a few seconds before he starts fumbling with the rest of his clothes. You have to lick your lips when his cock becomes visible, even after the initial surprise of how big and beautifully uncut he is, his cock still makes your mouth water. 

Eric stills when all his clothes are off, kneeling on the bed now, seemingly unsure of what to do. You pull at his thigh, getting him to straddle your stomach. He’s already blushing, glasses slightly askew. His cock is fully erect, looking teasingly inviting.

The pop of the lube bottle makes Eric’s cock twitch, he watches as you pour some out in your hand. Closing around his cock, you give him a few slow strokes to spread the lube over his cock. 

It feels heavy and hot in your hand, tempting you just to get him off like this, but now it’s about what Eric wants, not what you want. 

Stopping the stroking of his cock, you encourage Eric to move up a little more.

 You let go of his cock, now slick with lube, to push your tits together. Eric sounds a little breathless already, and when you do that, his breath hitches.

“Come on baby, go ahead.” Gently, ever so careful, Eric moves so his cock is against your tits. Slowly, the two of you move so his cock slides between your tits.

It feels a little weird at first, a little foreign having his cock there, but it doesn’t take long until the lube does it job, making your tits slick, making it easy for Eric’s cock to slide in an out. 

Eric is pretty quiet, only small groans and moans, with a concentrated look on his face. He’s moving pretty slow and you can’t help but stare at his cock moving between your tits, the head of his appearing between them every time he moves his hips up. 

You want to lick his cock, it’s so tempting, which sparks an idea. You open your mouth, letting your tongue loll out, like you’re trying to touch Eric’s cock with it, even though you can’t from this position. 

His hips stutter, and you look up at Eric. His mouth is open, glasses off, and he’s staring at your tongue. You smirk as well as you can with your tongue out, and his hips stutter again.

Eric speeds up his hips then, cock moving in and out from between your tits at a faster pace, moans and groans falling from his lips with seemingly no control. 

He leans forward a little to get a new angle, grabbing the headboard to keep upright. He’s staring at your tits, watching where his cock disappears between them.

The pressure of him between your tits feels amazing, turning you on too. You’re tempted to touch yourself, but can’t let go of your tits to do so. 

Instead you start to let out little noises yourself, small moans and encouragements to Eric to keep moving, keep fucking into the tight space between your tits.

“If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“Fuck, don’t stop on my account. You can come all over my tits if you want to.” It seems Eric wants to, as he moans loudly, and with a few more trusts, he’s spilling all over your chest. His cum making your tits even slicker, so Eric keeps trusting between them trough his orgasm.

He eventually stops, and you let go of your tits. 

You look like a mess, cum all over your chest and some on your chin. Eric gets off you, plopping down next to you, catching his breath. 

A few minutes go by in silence.

“That, that was..... amazing. Thank, thank you.” You hum, propping yourself up on an elbow to look down at Eric. His hair is tousled, sweat on his brow, and a blush on his cheeks. You smile at him and lean down to give him a brief kiss.

“Anytime.”

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Eric Derekson x  trans female reader

Anon: sorry if this is too long and rambley in advance but can i request eric and a transwoman reader in an established relationship, and theyre both finally ready to do stuff in the bedroom, and the reader offers him a bj? and maybe the reader is pleasantly surprised when hes uncut and bigger than expected? please and thank you! i really love your work

MINORS DNI! Never apologise for a request dear! It’s always a pleasure to write what people want, hope I did it justice! And thank you for your kind words :)

You and Eric have been together for a little while, but dude to both your nervousness, you hadn’t gone much beyond kissing and some light making out on the couch.

But tonight something feels different. You don’t know what, it’s just something.

So when you find yourself on the couch, on top of Eric’s lap, your hands wander, skirting around the waistband of Eric’s pants. Eric jumps, and your hands freeze.

“I uh, is this okay?” Eric breaths heavily, visibly nervous, but nods anyway. He’s so cute, so you can’t help but to kiss him again.

“Let’s move to the bedroom okay.” You cup his face when the kiss ends, and he nods in agreement. Getting off him, you stand up, taking his hand as he does the same. 

Pulling him close as soon as you get into the bedroom, you give another kiss, before gently pushing him towards the bed. You get him to sit down on the edge, your fingers in his hair tilting his hair gently upwards.

“I wanna give you a blowjob, is that okay?” Eric nods, and you dive in for brief kiss before getting on your knees inbetween his legs. You unbutton his slacks, dragging them gently downwards, palming the bulge you can see in his underwear. 

Eric bucks his hips upwards, and you make sure to smile up at him, before starting to slip his underwear down. 

He lifts himself up a little so you can slide it all down to his ankles, and then you’re met with the gorgeous view of his cock. He’s big, bigger than you expected, and beautifully uncut. 

You feel your mouth water at the sight of him and he coil in your belly tighten, so you lean forward to plant the first kiss on the tip of his cock. Eric lets out a shaky breath, his hand hesitantly finding its way into your hair.

It has been a while since you have gone down on anyone, but you try your best to remember your own experiences and what you think he will like.

Sucking gently at the tip of his cock at first, you let your mouth take in more off his cock as the minutes go by, covering what you can’t take in your mouth with your hand. Eric’s hand stay in your hair, the other twisting in the sheets, doing his best to not buck up into your mouth. He’s letting out these breathless little moans that you can’t help but love, wanting to hear more.

So you sink down so far that Eric is in the back of your throat, muscles moving around him and trying to swallow him down. Eric cries out, bucking up into your mouth, and you have to pull back a little not to choke on his cock.

Going to work on him once more, you put your tongue to work, working in tandem with your hand. Eric’s hand in your hair tugs you up, almost pulling you off his cock completely. You only have his tip in your mouth as you look up and lock eyes with him.

“I’m close, if you keep doing that, I, I, I’m going to cum.” You nod around his cock, letting him out of your mouth so you can lick a long stripe from his balls to the very tip os his cock.

“That’s okay, you can come in my mouth if you want to.” Eric stares as you dip down once more. 

It only takes a few minutes before he is coming in your mouth, warm cum spilling over your tongue. His hand in your hair twitches as he mumbles your name out like a prayer. Letting him fall out of your mouth, you lick your lips while he catches his breath.

Leaning up, you kiss him again, letting him taste himself on your lips. His hand finds its way down to the edge of your pants, skimming against the hem as you still against him.

“Please, baby, let, let me, take care of you.” You only have to think about it briefly, it has been quite a while since you let anyone near you and a lot have changed since then, but you trust Eric enough to let him. 

You nod, and Eric sets out to make you feel as good as possible with his hand and his mouth, making you forget any worries you might have had. 

He loves you and just wants to make you feel good, which is what he whispers to your many times during the rest of the night, even right before the two of you fall asleep in each others arms.

[spookyold-saintjm]

6, 7, 9 with Erik please and thank you

6: It’s snowing!

7: You look even more beautiful covered in snow.

9: I don’t remember the last time I truly enjoyed Christmas.

From  this prompt list.

I needed some Eric in my life today ahh yes. Hope you all enjoy this (uh kinda long oops) piece about my favorite sweet anxious baby boy on Christmas. This one is female reader! 

Eric Derekson x female reader

You woke up early Christmas morning, unable to contain your excitement for the day ahead. You sat up in bed, looking down at Eric, who was still completely dead to the world. You couldn’t resist reaching down to gently lift away some of the dark curls of his hair away from his face before you rose from bed.

You quietly dressed before just barely cracking open the blinds taking a peek out of your bedroom window, hoping to find that the weather forecast had proven true…

You gasped in excitement at the heavy snowflakes drifting down onto the cold ground, already covered in a thick coating of fluff. “It’s snowing!” you couldn’t help but exclaim to yourself. You spun around as soon as the noise escaped you, nervously looking over to the bed, but let out a small sigh of relief when you saw that Eric hadn’t stirred. It was a rare moment when he seemed so at peace, and you didn’t want to disturb it…even if you were silently begging him to wake up.

You stepped away from the window and headed into the kitchen to start preparing the breakfast you’d been eagerly waiting to make for days. You took inspiration from meals your family had enjoyed together in the past, but had tried to make it all your own. It was your first Christmas with Eric, after all, and you wanted it to be special.

You had almost finished setting everything on the table when Eric finally made his way into the kitchen, his shoulders still slumped with drowsiness, his glasses tilted slightly sideways, his pajama pants low on his hips.

“Hm, smells good,” he muttered to himself, lifting his glasses to rub his eyes. When he pulled his hands away his heart skipped at the sight of you, wearing one of his baggy sweaters and knee-high socks, your hair tied up on top of your head, humming to the faint Christmas music playing from your phone as you poured coffee into two snowman-shaped mugs.

“Ah, w-what’s all this?” he asked. 

Your picked up your head, unable to hide your grin as you looked over at him, adorably disheveled and staring at the dining table that was now piled with food. You placed the mugs on the table and walked over to him. You leaned in and kissed his cheek, one hand ruffling his already messy hair.

“It’s Christmas, silly,” you replied. “Did you think you were just going to eating toaster waffles on Christmas morning?”

“Well, I mean, I like toaster waffles…” he started with a small, unsure shrug, but you shook your head as you led him to the table.

“Not this morning, you don’t. Here, have as much as you want.” 

He sat, a small smile finally breaking on his face as you passed him an empty plate. You dropped down across from him, both of you filling your plates and starting to dig in to breakfast.

The two of you occasionally spoke, talking about different things and plans of what you would do for the rest of the day, but mostly sat in a blissful silence, enjoying each other’s company while music played faintly in the background around you. When you were both finished and had sat for a while, Eric stood and began to clear the table, but you stopped him, promising that you’d take care of it once you’d opened presents.Eric’s stomach sank. Presents. A small pile of gifts sat under the tree in your living room, a few for the both of you to exchange, wrapped in gold and silver and reds and greens, things that Eric had pondered and fought himself over for weeks on weeks. You would never admit it, never let an inkling of doubt show, but you’d done the very same thing.

You exchanged your gifts while huddled up together on the couch. You’d gotten Eric a watch and some new, colorfully patterned button-up shirts which he was of course thrilled over. For you, Eric had a complete set of a book series by one of your favorite authors that you’d been dying to read, as well as some new gear for baking. You joked that maybe this was more of a gift for Eric than you, since he was always one to reap the benefits of your various baking experiments, at which he blatantly denied but you laughed about nevertheless because…well, it might have been a little bit true.

There was one more thing he had for you, something he had thought about for a long time, something he finally felt was right. But the thought of giving it to you, what you might think…it made his head spin and his chest tight. 

“You okay?” you asked him when you noticed his discomfort. You had gotten very keen to Eric’s nervous habits, the shifts in his mannerisms and his withdrawal when he was feeling particularly anxious. You found that asking him questions and finding ways to keep him grounded helped.

“It’s—it’s not that,” he said, shaking his head. “I—I have something else f-for you. If you want it.” 

Your face softened, and you put aside one of your new books from your hands onto the coffee table. “Okay.”

Eric stood from the couch, glancing back at you as he walked down the hall toward your shared bedroom. “I’ll be right back!” 

You smiled and waited for Eric to return, something dark and small enveloped in his hand. He held the small, somewhat battered velvet box out to you. “I—I want you to have this. I mean, if you want it.”

You took the box, looking up at him, then the box, with curious excitement. You slowly opened the lid, and found inside a delicate silver chain bracelet with a small charm of a crescent moon. The charm itself was a bit scratched, but otherwise the bracelet was in perfect condition, despite the somewhat rough exterior of the box it was contained in. You looked up to meet Eric’s eyes, trying to form a question, but he stopped you before you could speak.

“It, ah, it was…it was my mom’s,” he said simply, running a shaky hand through his hair as he looked down at the bracelet that you now held. “She wore it a lot, so it’s kinda scratched up…”

You felt like your heart had jumped to your throat. “Eric…” you managed to choke out, “…Eric, are you sure?” You looked away from him, not wanting him to see the tears that had already pooled in your eyes.

He sat down beside you, and you reveled in his scent, the feeling of his thigh rested against yours, the sound of his voice by your ear. “She would want you to have it, I-I think.” His voice got quieter, faltering. “She w-would have loved you. Almost…almost as much as I do. As much as—as much as I love you.”

You finally turned your head to him. He’d taken off his glasses and was looking back at you with so much love, so much warmth and devotion that it was almost suffocating, but in the best way possible, in a way that made you feel whole.

You threw your arms around him, the box resting in your lap between the two of you as you embraced him. You let the tears now fall freely from your eyes as you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. “Thank you, Eric. I love you so much” 

He pressed into you tighter, his fingers curling into your sweater, clinging to you. You stayed like that for moments that felt like hours yet it was simultaneously all too short when you pulled yourself away from him to look down and remove the bracelet from its box. 

You carefully put it on your wrist, lifting your arm to watch the tiny charm dangle before leaning forward to gently press a kiss to Eric’s lips, just happening to glance out the window and—

Oh, RIGHT!

“The SNOW!!” You jumped from the couch, pulling Eric up by his wrist and leading him to your bedroom. “Put on some layers and let’s GO!”

Eric blinked at you in surprise at your sudden shift in mood, but found himself feeling excited too, as you both changed into more insulated clothing. You practically jumped into your boots, and then shoved a beanie on top of Eric’s head before you led the way outside. You ran into the middle of the backyard, looking up as the flakes fell down, tiny droplets of biting cold softly thudding onto your cheeks. 

Eric had his arms wrapped around himself, his head tucked into his thick coat as he rubbed his arms for warmth when he finally came to stand beside you. 

“Y-y-you enjoy t-thiss?” He shivered. He flinched when a particularly large snowflake landed by his eye, and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

You leaned down to scoop up a handful of the snow packed onto the ground. You opened your palm, motioning for Eric to come in closer and look at the intricate details of the flakes as they quickly melted in the warmth of your black gloves. 

“Every single one is different,” you mused. “Isn’t it amazing?”

Eric nodded, well tried to, but it came out as more of a convulsion from the cold. “Y-y-yeah, it is.”

You grinned at him, just before suddenly throwing yourself back and landing on your back onto the fluffy ground. Eric yelped, reaching forward to help you up.“y/n!! Are you okay???”

You waved him back, then started moving your arms and legs back and forth through the snow. “Snow angel, Eric! Come on!” 

Eric blinked down at you. “Uuhh…m-me?”

“Yes, you goof. Come on!”

Eric sighed, knowing he was about to give in. He pulled his beanie down tighter over his head, so much that it was almost covering his eyebrows, then carefully lowered himself to the ground. He almost shot upwards when he laid his back on the ground next to you.

“It’s FREEZING!” he cried, quite literally unable to move at first.

“Just move, you’ll get used to it!” 

He did as you instructed, copying your movements. You sat up as he was moving, and when you giggled down at him a blush covered his already pink cheeks. He soon sat up next to you, shaking the snow off his head and arms. You both stood and took a few steps back to look at your creations.

Eric couldn’t hold back his laughter, your own being so damn infectious.

  “Well, they’re not the worst I’ve ever seen…” You started, staring down at the dips in the snow your bodies had made. Eric looked over to you and grinned, his eyes lingering on your face longer than he meant for them to when he saw the sparkle in your eyes, snowflakes stuck in your hair, settling on your eyelashes. 

“Y-you look even more b-beautiful covered in ssnow,” he blurted. You looked at him softly, your own cheeks and nose fading into a faint blush.

“And you look even more handsome than ever,” you replied, leaning in to peck his own blushing cheek.

You both looked around the expanse of the yard, taking in the sight of a scene that made everything feel fresh and new.

“Y-you know,” Eric said after a moment, “I don’t remember the last time I truly enjoyed Christmas. U-until today.” He laid his head against your shoulder. “So, t-thank you. Merry Christmas, y/n.“

You wrapped your arms around each other as you continued to watch the snow fall around you, and in that moment you knew this was that feeling people talked about, the one that you wanted to hold onto for the rest of your life. “Merry Christmas, Eric.”