A/N: this was a request I got from the lovely @slushi-chan It was during my small break from tumblr. And I was taking writing requests from close friends to distract myself. And I would eventually post to tumblr! So here's on of the writings I did during the small break!
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Warnings: none, just Erik and reader watching horror movies! And being silly!
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The house was quiet in that rare, golden way—Erik stretched across the couch with his arm slung lazily around your shoulders. His hand played absently with the hem of your hoodie while the screen flickered with the dramatic title card of Scream.
“Tell me again why you like these?” you teased, tilting your head up to look at him.
Erik smirked, his dark eyes catching the glow of the TV. “Because they’re classics, baby. And because I love watching you jump.”
As if on cue, Ghostface lunged across the screen, knife raised, and you flinched into his chest with a small squeak. Erik barked out a laugh, clutching you tighter. “See? Never gets old.”
You groaned, swatting at his chest. “You’re the worst.”
But you didn’t move away—you never did. If anything, you burrowed closer, legs tangled with his as his thumb began tracing circles over your arm. The warmth of his body was grounding, even as another shriek echoed from the TV speakers.
Halfway through, you ended up sideways in his lap, his hoodie sleeve pushed up as you absentmindedly toyed with the tattoos etched on his forearm. He glanced down at you, softer now, his teasing edge replaced by something warmer.
“You know,” he murmured, “I’d kill to have nights like this forever. Just us. No noise. No bullshit.”
The sudden sincerity caught you off guard. You tilted your head, smiling faintly. “Forever, huh?”
Erik’s smirk came back, though gentler this time. He tapped your nose with one inked finger. “Don’t act so surprised. You’re my favorite thing to do.”
Your cheeks warmed, but before you could answer, the movie’s killer jumped out again, loud and sudden. You yelped, clutching his hoodie, and Erik burst into laughter once more.
“I hate you,” you muttered into his chest, though you were smiling.
“No you don’t,” he shot back, pulling the blanket higher over you both. He kissed the top of your head, low enough that only you could hear it when he whispered, “You love me.”
And with his heartbeat steady under your ear, the slasher movie playing, and his arm wrapped around you like it was the only place you belonged—you didn’t argue.
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