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I know you haven’t posted it but I’m so excited for the Eric x reader fic! There is like ZERO anywhere! Thank you so much!!!
yknow what anon?
For you, here's part 1 of a Oneshot:
Jealous? I'm not Jealous.
Eric Matthews x GN Reader
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Eric, wearing silk pants: how does this look?
Jack: like its slips on and off really easily.
Eric:
Jack:
Eric:
Jack: n-no, I didn't mean it like that-!!
Rachel, facepalming + tired: we know what you meant.
Lying in Wake
Eric Matthews x anxious Reader
Eric goes on a trip after high school to find himself, Y/N goes with him. In a random motel, Eric is woken up by the absence of Y/N in the bed.
The dark hotel room is illuminated by Forensic Files quietly playing on the old tv. My eyes dart to sudden movement in the sheets. Eric is half asleep, patting the place beside him on the bed, his hand searching for my absent body. The motions become slightly panicked. “Over here,” I say sharply, curled in a chair in the corner of the room. His squinted eyes follow the sound of my voice, “Oh, what are you doing over there, silly. Come to bed!” He pushes himself up in the bed, his long legs kicking slightly under the covers.
“I couldn’t sleep, didn’t wanna wake you,” I mumble. He takes a breath and pats the bed again, motioning for me to come over.
“What’s on your mind?” He turns his body to me as I slide on the bed, knees first.
“Nothing really. New place, body can’t relax. I feel… on edge.” I hold his hand, playing with his fingers as I speak.
The room is starkly quiet, my boyfriend’s forearm slinking under my kneecaps, holding my thighs flush to my stomach. His fingers softly rake through my hair in repetitive motions, his sleepy mind trying to wrap itself around what I said. I sigh, tilting my head back slightly so I’m thoroughly in his hand, letting my body relax. There’s no danger here. I take deep breaths, trying to match his calm heartbeat I feel lightly thumping against my skin. Nothing bad is happening. Nonetheless, I feel so hypervigilant. My head is blurry, stomach aching, a seeming weight on my shoulders I can’t shrug away.
Eric finally nods as applies more pressure to the arm holding my legs, squeezing me in an odd embrace. “I understand. Can I help any?”
“I don’t know. You can try.” I put a pillow between my legs, cradling in the concave form of my body.
He gives me a loving kiss, “I’ll take that as a challenge,” He smiles, turning the tv up slightly so I can listen to it. “You’re safe honey. You’re alright.” One of his hands continue to make their way through my hair in repetitive motions while the other holds my body close to his. Eric’s body cradles mine & it feels like shelter from the rest of the world. It feels like home.
Hey Eric Matthews lovers, do y'all want my writing practices?
No promise on good quality because it's literally just me practicing for a bit, but it's something and from someone who loves Eric. Let me know in the comments‼️
