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
Eric bites his cheek as he fiddles w his books in his right hand. Eyes plastered on his best friend as they playfully grip a guy’s shoulder, laughing at a joke he made. Eric’s eyes cascade down their form, the form-fitting outfit under their old oversized flannel frames their figure so nicely, and it’s being wasted on some random guy’s eyes. Who is he anyways? Not someone worthy of seeing them smile like that. Patience running thin, Eric rocks back & forth on his feet, fingers lightly drumming on his books. The movement seemingly catches their attention & they pat the guy’s shoulder once more before walking towards Eric. Unnecessary touch but okay… Their smile flashes a red glow along the cheeks of their best friend. His posture straightens, his head throws backwards. He points & winks at no one’s general direction.
“Who are you chasing this time?” They pull their messenger bag close to their body
Eric’s mind goes blank, “Uhh, Terabithia.” He awkwardly chuckles, nodding his head. “Met her on a bridge. She’s a transfer student.” His free hand quickly shoots from his pockets to his hair, sliding it back, nice & smooth.
“Are you gonna go after her?” Their bobbed brown hair barely brushes their shoulders. “Uh, yeah, I might,” he keeps looking in the other direction. “Are you going to go after him?” His eyes darted back to theirs, gaze softening, almost pleading.
“I might,” their grin widens, tone mimicking his.
Eric sighs, walking over to his locker. “You have fun with that,” he says sternly, putting his books in their designated spots.
“Well since you’re busy chasing Terabithia, will you be occupied Thursday night?”
Eric stops, stiffly turning his head, “I might be, why?”
“Well, if you’re not busy dating every girl in Philly, I wondered if you’d be down to losing at a game of Pool at Chubbies. But if you have plans, I guess-”
“I’ll be there.” Eric swiftly closes his locker, turning to face his friend. “To win.”
“Sure you will, champ.” The bell rings for class as they teasingly wave goodbye.
Could you do Eric Matthews x fem!actress reader? Pretty please 🥰
a/n: OFC!! Sorry I’ve been lowkey dead I have had no motivation to write, I’ll get to all of my requests eventually trust !! (also, consider this a rewrite of that one episode where Eric was playing Romeo <3)
SHOWMANCE
eric matthews x actress!reader
aka when Eric tries out for 'Romeo & Juliet' for kicks, but then meets who’s going to be his Juliet.
Enjoy!! <3
Eric stepped into the Pennbrook University auditorium with his usual effortless swagger, his script clutched at his side. He knew this was an idiotic plan. He'd never acted before in his life. But, they needed a last minute replacement Romeo for 'Romeo & Juliet'. And in Eric talk, that translated to "you get to flirt with cute girls, and you even get to kiss one." How on Earth could he pass that up?
Near the stage stood the director of the production, an older man with graying hair and a scarf. When he saw Eric, he smiled at him and rushed over to him, "Oh, Mr. Matthews, I'm so glad you accepted the role, especially considering it was so last minute! I must say, I haven't seen a reading that.." He paused, searching for the right word. He found it. "Moving in almost fifteen years!! We are so proud to have a performer like you in our cast."
Eric preened, puffing out his chest slightly in pride at all the praise. "Yeah, yeah, its no trouble. And I get that a lot." Then he looked at the director, grinning. "Sooo, who's my Juliet?"
Before the director could answer his question however, the auditorium doors swung open, and Eric turned to look and just froze. Standing in the doorway was a girl. A girl that just about took his breath away.
You.
All Eric could do was.. Stare. Because right now he was looking at probably the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Holy shit.
You walked down the aisle, hair bouncing as you walked, with all the confidence in the world. Like you belonged here.
Eric's mouth tried to move, but words failed to come out at first. He felt like his tongue was just sitting uselessly in his mouth as his eyes stayed locked on you. Finally, his vocal chords seemed to start working. "Who... Who's that?" He asked the director, though his voice felt very far away.
The director seemed to notice his dazed expression, as he smiled at him and said. "That's your Juliet, Mr. Matthews."
Eric froze. This wasn't real. It was all a dream. In a few minutes he was gonna wake up and Jack would be nagging him about the dishes in the sink. He was tempted to pinch himself just to make sure.
Oh, but this was real. It was so very real.
The director shook his shoulder slightly. "Mr. Matthews, are you alright?"
Eric snapped out of his daze to look at the man. "Oh- Uhm- Yeah! Yeah, I'm okay.."
Then the director said something that made Eric almost pass out. "Would you like me to call her over?"
Eric's brain short circuited for a moment, and the director apparently took his stunned expression and pink cheeks as a 'yes'. He turned his head slightly in your direction and called your name, getting your attention. You excused yourself from your conversion with your friends and made your way over. You smiled politely at the director. "You needed me, Peter?"
Peter nodded once then gestured to Eric. "I wanted you to meet our replacement Romeo, Eric Matthews. He's rather new to theatre and might need some help. And I thought you'd be the perfect cast mate for the job."
You looked at Eric and smile warmly. God, you had a pretty smile.. Eric wanted to melt just looking at you. "Well, Eric, I'm sure you'll feel right at home here. You just come to me if you need help with anything, okay?"
Eric didn't even bother to hide the dopey smile on his face as he nodded. "Yeah.. Okay.."
You nodded once, politely, then walked back over to your friends. Eric's eyes didn't leave your retreating back once.
Oh, he wasn't going to make it through this rehearsal. Or this production, actually. Not when he was going to be constantly distracted by that pretty face of yours.
****
After the rehearsal, Eric was gathering his things when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned around and the air in his lungs almost left him. Because he was staring you right in the face. And you were a little bit too close. Not that he minded, of course.
"Hey, Romeo." You said teasingly. "You did pretty good today."
Eric felt his cheeks go red. Shit. "Oh, uh, thanks." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. God, was he acting like such a loser?
"No problem!" You smiled at him again. He loved it when you smiled at him. "But you're gonna need to relax in that ball scene."
Eric was puzzled. "Huh?"
"The first scene Romeo and Juliet have together! When they meet at the ball! Y'know, when Romeo sees Juliet and immediately falls for her, then she sneaks off and he follows her. You know we kiss in the scene after that, right?" You said it so matter-of-factly he almost choked on air.
"I-I know that!" He finally managed to sputter out.
You cocked an eyebrow at him. "Then why are you acting like it's a big deal? You knew you were going to be kissing someone."
"I just.. Well.." Eric immediately realized he had the perfect opportunity to ask you out. So he went for it. He leaned against the stage and looked at you, his head slightly tilted. "I've not even had a full conversation with you yet and I wanna actually get to know you first." He gave his trademark grin. "That's all."
"So.. You wanna go on a date?" You asked blankly.
"Yeah!" Eric answered, straightening up. He then realized how embarrassingly quick he was to respond and felt his cheeks go red. "I mean- Uh- Yeah, sure. That sounds fine to me."
You giggled, and it was probably the prettiest sound he had ever heard. "Sure. I'll go on a date with you. Wanna grab a coffee at the Student Union tomorrow after practice?"
Eric nodded, smiling. "Yeah.. I'd like that."
"Alright then," You straightened up, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. "See you tomorrow, Romeo!" You walked up the aisle towards the auditorium doors and Eric just watched you leave with a lovestruck smile on his face.
That smile immediately went away, however, when he saw Jack waiting for him at that same set of doors. He'd completely forgotten that Jack was gonna be waiting up on him so they could go back to the apartment and help each other study. And to make matters worse, Shawn and Cory had decided to tag along with him. And Eric could tell from the shit-eating grins on their faces that they weren't going to let Eric live this down. Ever.
They did in fact start in on him as soon as they left the auditorium. Jack even had the audacity to join in on it a little bit! But Eric honestly didn't care.
Because he had a date tomorrow with the most beautiful girl in the drama department, and they didn't.
warning : minors don't interact/read, smut/kinks, they all have a female partner
Characters: Mark Hoffman, Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Eric Matthews
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Mark Hoffmann
Degradation = He would love to degrade his partner in a game for small mistakes or when she teases him at work. The way his knuckles turn white when he imagines what he would do. As soon as they are alone and he takes her, whispering in her ear in a harsh voice and reproaching her for what she has done wrong. Knowing that with every word she tightens around his cock and wants more
°"Did I fuck you stupid? That's what happens when you want the attention of all men...a slut gets what she deserves"
Gun Play = He had tried it with prostitutes but they were all unwilling, unlike his partner who couldn't get enough of the adrenaline. The way the cold metal moved over her body and he drew in his breath sharply when he was sent a video of her fucking herself with his gun unlocked. He loved it when she let her tongue glide over the dark metal before he pressed her onto the knees in front of him.
°"Show me how much you want my cock sweetie"
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Lawrence Gordon
Medical play = A relationship between a doctor and his nurse a fantasy and a game that Lawrence and his partner had realized. Whether directly in the hospital in storage rooms or in longer sessions at home or in hotels. He loved it when she whimpered, he performed a routine examination on her and loved to stand over her.
°"Spread your legs wider for me sweetheart would you?
Oral = More of a position than anything else but since he had lost his foot and his movements were choppy, especially at the beginning, it was almost painful which made sex more complicated. Which is why oral satisfaction became almost a daily thing for him and his partner. He loved it when she knelt in front of him, they kissed beforehand and she let her hands wander over his sore flesh before she opened his pants. In return, he lifted her onto his desk and, like the doctor he was, took care of his patients.
°"Let me comfort you since you spoil me like this let me pleasure you"
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Adam Stanheight
Photography = He would love to take photos and videos of you with or without her consent. He would snap and record intimate moments when she was changing her clothes, in the shower or when he was having sex with her. Watching her fall apart around him, her tear-stained face or her fingers wrapped around his cock and taking pictures of the blush on his cheeks. He loved looking at the photos of her developing at the end, praising her and running his fingers over her body. While she snuggled up to him and praised him before they both ended up in a mountain of photos and he took them.
°"Fuck look at this next time I'll make a whole collage baby"
Teasing = Initially not wanting to admit how much he likes it, Adam gets all the more whiny and whimpering when his partner teases him. Be it during the day with pictures, her extra short skirt or her hand on his body. At the end of the day, he would press himself against her and ask her permission why she was teasing him like that before directing him to bed, but he would only become more of a babbling, whining, pleading wrag.
°"Ah-please-please baby finally touch me I'll do anything just please"
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Amanda Young
°Pain Play = She is a recovering and former junkie. She had suffered a lot of pain in her life and with John's teachings something had changed in the way she felt. It seemed like the pain she could finally inflict on others was getting better and better. Which is why she was careful with her partner to a certain extent, of course, but when she drew the knife or the hoe across her loved one's skin and heard the sound of it was her favorite. When she could run her fingers over the wounds and spread the blood on her girlfriend's body or try it herself.
°"Shhh I know you can do a little more my love"
Leather = The feeling of leather shackles, panties, tops, pants, etc. She likes how it feels even better to wear it herself and to see it on her partner. It always seemed to be a big part of her life and she wouldn't give that up now. Instead, she went on several shopping trips with her sweetheart to buy the perfect outfits. To try them on in front of each other and make a strip show out of it.
°"Look at you my beautiful girlfriend"
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Peter Strahm
Handcuffs = One thing he does bring home from his job are handcuffs. He loves to tie you to the bed with them. to see how you try to get loose while he takes you and can't do it. Tying your hands behind your back while you ride him and he holds you by your hips. Then kisses your maltreated wrists lovingly and tells you how good you were.
°"Only bad girls get tied to the bed...but you're my good girl aren't you?"
Humping = He would love to have you on his lap after a long day's work and watch you whimpering against him. Giving you gentle kisses and playing with the strands of your hair - his big rough hands on your hips, directing you sweetly and painfully. Before he turns to you in praise after you have almost come crying and he takes care of you completely.
°"That's it just a little bit more so it's good darling"
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Eric Matthews
Daddy kink = He didn't have a son for nothing, didn't become so bossy for nothing and didn't become a cop for nothing. It gives him a sense of power and excitement to hear his darling call him that. At first it's just fun flirting, but as soon as the door to the bedroom closes, it's just the two of them.
°"You'll be good for daddy, won't you? You will, sugar, I know it"
Praise kink = He wants to hear how good he is and he needs to hear how good he is. Whether it's small gestures, the moans of his loved ones or whole sentences. Eric loves it when he knows that he is good for his sweetie, that he is doing everything right and it only makes him even more energized and proud when she praises him.
“it’s close to midnight and something evil’s lurking in the dark.” .⋆♱
i love fall, i have special fall shows to watch and playlists i exclusively listen to in the months between august and october. so logically i'm doing something special on my account for fall as well!! (more info below the separator)
(i'm still writing for all the characters named in my masterlist, but the ones below have my personal preference during fall because i find they fit the vibe.)
lukas radzevičius
alanas brasas
thomas brodie sangster
joe keery
james potter (the marauders)
remus lupin (the marauders)
eric matthews (boy meets world)
༄.° fall favorite artists
(as you guys might have noticed (almost) every fic i write is based on a song. feel free to request fics inspired by any song or artists, but these are my favourites during my fall. requests featuring songs by these artists might get a tiny bit princess treatment.)
taylor swift (specifically red and evermore)
the lumineers
alanas brasas
katarsis
lord huron
the bangles
david bowie
kate bush
I've been offline for a while but requests have been and always will be open. dont hesitate to send something because requests really motivate me to write!! xx
Summary: On your first day of orientation at Pennbrooke, an old friend helps you out of the unwanted attention of Crazy Luther.
It was your first official day at Pennbrooke and you couldn’t have been more excited. You’d found a great apartment within walking distance from the campus after running into a former classmate at John Adams High a couple days before orientation. Even though Topanga was a year younger than you, you'd always managed to have a couple classes together every year before your parents moved to New York your junior year. You knew it had to have been fate to run into her right after she’d run into Jack, Shawn’s long lost brother who was in the need for some new roommates.
Even though there was apparently a lot of drama going on between the two brothers, Shawn had agreed to be the fourth roommate and you were excited to live with at least one friendly face.
You expected to see more former classmates at orientation, since the campus was so close to your former high school, but found yourself disappointed when you didn’t recognize a single person.
You did, however, attract the attention of one student. He’d introduced himself as Luther, but a friendly girl pulled you aside after and warned you that the guy had a bad reputation and even a nickname already.
Determined to give everyone the benefit of the doubt (plus you had to admit, the guy was handsome), you quickly found yourself less and less flattered as he continued to become more forward in his flirting. He was grabby and possessive in a way that made your bad vibes bat signal go off. You’d been in a bad relationship before - you knew the signs. But he wasn’t backing off.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he coo’d, following you as you walked through the quad. “Have dinner with me tonight.”
“I can’t. I already have plans with my roommates,” you replied, thanking God that you actually did have these plans. Jack had promised tonight would be the first official roommate dinner and you were finally going to meet the illusive third roommate that you’d still managed to not run into.
“Skip it! Come on, doll. I’ll take you to places you’ve never been,” he grabbed your arm to stop you from walking, pulling you closer toward him as his grip grew stronger.
Out of instinct, you pushed him away, “Get off!”
“What’s your problem? You got a boyfriend or somethin’?” He continued to walk toward you, taking up more of your space than you were comfortable with.
As if out of desperation, you began to look around to see if there was anyone, anyone who could save you.
Low and behold, the first friendly face you’d manage to see from your former school appeared in the window of the student center to your left.
“As a matter of fact,” you said sternly, giving Luther your attention, “I do. And he’s right in there, so if you’ll excuse me.”
You pushed past him and walked through the student center doors, heading straight for the guy you hadn’t seen in two years as he sat by himself on a bench near the back reading a magazine. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Luther still standing by the doorway, watching you. So you knew you had to make this look convincing.
“Eric Matthews,” you said softly, standing in front of him to try and block his face from the doorway.
Eric looked up at you, his brow rising in both confusion and something else you didn’t quite recognize as he took you in. For a second, you feared that he didn’t remember you and your heart began to beat even faster than you thought possible.
When he finally greeted you in kind by saying your first and last name, your heart began to race for another reason. “What are you—“
“No time,” you stopped him, grabbing the magazine from his hands and settling down in his lap. You lightly caressed his cheek as he continued to peer up at you, and you weren’t sure if his face was purely surprised or if there was a small hint of awe in them. You whispered “play along” as you leaned in closely, his eyes flitting to your lips as you did before you dove in.
Cradling his face and pulling it to yours, you poured yourself in a deep kiss that was meant to convince Luther that this was your boyfriend. Eric jumped slightly at first from your abrupt action, then grew stiff, as if he were doing something wrong. But you were surprised to feel him very quickly give in to whatever it was you were doing here as he wrapped his arms around you and adjusted you onto his lap more comfortably, his left hand gripping at your back and the other on your hip. Deepening the kiss, your hands moved up toward the nape of his neck and moved up, diving into the silky soft curtain of hair that you’d always fantasized about in high school. A soft moan left his throat as your finger nails took on a mind of their own against his scalp and you felt yourself whimper at the sound, melting into his kiss. It was a perfect mixture of tender but demanding, controlled but completely fueled by reckless abandon.
The sound of someone clearing their throat harshly caused you both to jump, finally pulling away from each other to face the intruder. You were annoyed to see that it was still Luther. This guy just could not take a hint.
“So this the boyfriend, huh? I give it a week and you’ll be beggin’ me to take you out. See ya around, sweetheart.”
You groaned as he finally walked out of the room, feeling your body limp at the obvious defeat you felt.
“Boyfriend?” Eric’s voice brought you back as you felt yourself stiffen, realizing that you were still seated very snuggly in the lap of your high school crush.
But his arms hadn’t moved. In fact, you realized that you’d felt them tighten a little more around you when Luther had confronted you.
“Um yeah,” you said timidly, knowing that your cheeks had to be the brightest shade of red humanly imaginable. “That was Luther. Apparently he’s also known as Crazy Luther.”
His brow creased seriously, “Crazy Luther? Who sells the stereo products at low prices?”
You chuckled, shaking your head. “No, according to the rumors he chewed the fingers off his own brother.”
“Well he’s never gonna sell stereos with that kind of reputation.” He smiled at you in that all too familiar Eric smile and you felt your heart contract against your will.
You thought you’d gotten over your crush back when you were a junior and he was a senior, trying desperately to tutor him so he wouldn’t have to repeat his senior year. But he was just so charming and funny and so damn insightful when he wanted to be, you couldn’t help but fall for him.
And here you were, two years later, giving in to that damn smile once more.
You realized again that he hadn’t moved his arms or tried to push you off of him, though you didn’t necessarily feel trapped. It felt comfortable, actually, and that feeling made you jump off his lap immediately and try to find your words again.
All the emotions finally caught up with you: violated by Luther’s disregard for you saying no; anger that he only begrudgingly respected your choice because of another man’s power; guilt over doing nearly the exact same thing to a former friend by pushing yourself on him; and complete and total embarrassment because holy shit you just made out with Eric Matthews.
“I’m so sorry,” you finally said, slightly pacing. “He just wouldn’t back off and take no for an answer. Finally he asked if I had a boyfriend and I saw you in the window and I don’t know what came over me. But I saw an easy out and I took it and I’m just so sorry again for doing that to you.”
Eric chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook his head. “Hey, yeah, no need to be sorry. I’m happy to help. Just to be safe, you should stay for a few minutes though until he’s left the area for good. Don’t want him thinking you made out with some stranger just to get away from him.”
“Heaven forbid,” you mocked, chuckling with him as you sat next to him on the bench.
A few minutes easily turned into hours as you and Eric caught up. He told you about his year off after graduation. You told him about your time in New York. He was teasing you about not going to college in the big apple when your watch beeped.
“Damn,” you cursed, realizing how late it’d gotten. “I’m sorry, Eric. I’ve gotta go to this thing—“
“Oh, yeah it’s no problem!” he said reassuringly, lifting up with you as he looked at his own watch. “I’ve gotta run too actually. But, this was fun.”
“The assault or the conversation?” you joked, a blush rising to your cheeks at the mention of the kiss.
He chuckled as you both began to walk out of the student center, running his hand through his hair. It was shorter than it’s been when you left John Adams, but it still looked just as luxurious. “Both, actually. I’ll see ya around?”
“Definitely,” you confirmed, sending him a smile as you parted ways. Quickly, you raced across the campus to the apartment building, disappointed to have cut your time with Eric short but ready to finally sit down with all your roommates. This was going to be your year — you could feel it!
