Hello! I've really enjoyed your hcs and requests for Erik and I was wondering, could you write one for Erik with a partner who is an artist that views him as a muse? Drawing his masked face and doodling his hands and figure silently all the time even if they don't tell him they find him beautiful outright, it's obvious in their secret artwork
Yessss this is adorable i love this
Tags; GN reader, artist reader, Drabble (I still don’t know if I’m using that word right-)
Even before you and Erik got together, Erik knew about YOURE artistic skills. Always watching you from the shadows as you worked on your next masterpiece. No matter how “bad” or unfinished the project was, he adored it like it belonged in the museum. The older works that you forgot about he stole and put up in his home deep under the Opera house, he couldn’t help it, he needed to be surrounded by your brilliants.
After you two starting talking and interacting with each other he noticed how your works became a little more moody, or take more inspiration from the Opera house itself more. Erik entertained the idea that you’re doing that because it reminds you of him, but he snaps himself out of it thinking that he’s just showing you more of the Opera, of course you’re inspired. It’s not because of him.
Overtime the two of you became an inseparable pair, you can continue to work on your art in his home as well as he can work with you in there to, if anything it’s boosting both of your work ethics. Erik sitting at his piano and you sitting nearby with your sketch book in hand, how can it get any better than this? Perfectly domestic and calm as you two worked on your art. If only he knew, just like he’s writing songs about you, that you’re drawing him as your muse.
Sitting in your lounge chair off to the side of his piano room, you sat sketching him with a charcoal pencil. Slowly but surely capturing his appearance with small strokes and the occasional intentional smudge of the charcoal on the page for definition. You couldn’t help but have a small smile as you take a look at the page, you capture him perfectly in your eyes. His mask, his hair, even the disgruntled look of him as he focuses on his music, leaning over his piano.
Truth be told this isn’t the first time you’ve done this. You’ve say many times in this chair sketching him, let it be just his face, or maybe some anatomy practice where you focused on how he held his body. Like all artists hands were the bane of your existence, but you couldn’t help but try and tackle that subject to immortalize his, whether they’re in his leather gloves or bare, they were always intriguing.
Erik was always a muse to you, even before you ever saw him and only heard his voice. Those drawings of the opera house you did were made to try and capture him. They were always the places and moods that you felt like captured his unique aura and voice. The day you finally saw him even in the shadows you couldn’t help but try your best to get it on paper. Truth is you’re as infatuated with him as he is with you, but he’d never guess that.
Now that you’re spending most days with him, it’s hard to hide the fact you’re drawing him. As odd as it sounds you just didn’t want to be seen as a creep for it. Your sketch book quickly filling up with all the sketches you’ve done of him, and you still don’t feel confident enough to show him one. Maybe, in time when you create a masterpiece as him as your muse will you finally show him, but until then, he’ll continue to be your secret muse.
Summary: Erik finds an old picture of you and an Ex. He recognises him and tells you about the man that saved his life in Afghanistan .
A/N - Warning⚠, I’m going to make this as emotional as i can. please ignore any errors
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“Are you on your way here?“ You mother asked over the phone.
“Yes, we are. We might take a pit stop and buy something, do you want anything from the shop?“ You asked polity.
“Yes, get me some milk and cookies. The ones I like. The ones they dip in chocolate.“
“Okay, Ma. No problem. We’ll be there in 20 minutes okay?“ “Yeah yeah. Is my beautiful son in law coming or are you coming with Jade“
“Ma you are on speaker!!“ You were tempted to just hang up but you knew she would kill you. Erik was of no help. He just grinned foolishly.
“Yes. The son in law is driving.“ You slurred
“Hello, Mrs Johnson.“ Erik’s deep voice filled the car
“Erik? What did I tell you about calling me, Mrs Johnson? Call me Mom.“ the was a pause
“Alright, Mrs Johnson.“
“I’m nothing going to tell you twice now. Come on Im your mama.“ Your mom pushed.
You could see Eri wasn’t ready to do that. He had nothing against your mother. He actually liked her but Erik was still working on the emotions he had with his own mother. Even though he lost her along time again the issue was still sensitive and sore.
“Okay, Mrs Johnson we are about to enter the highway so we will see you. Bye“ You hung up and sat back in the leather seat.
“I’m sorry about that?“
“Nah it’s cool.“
You didn’t believe him.
“I’m sure she didn’t mean to make you uncom- ”
“I said let’s drop it Y/N“ His voice was stern and hostile. You saw how his hands tightened on the wheel, the muscles under his skin expanding with the pressure. He was tense. You feared that your mother might have triggered him. You quickly put on some music to calm him down. You put on your favourite lo-fi playlist. You knew it would calm him down and it did.
Driving 130km/hr you rest your hand on his thigh. You wanted him to slow down, doing this was much better than telling him to slow down. Gently moving your fingers on his inner thigh he slowed down.
It was raining and Erik had no business speeding on the highway.
He was driving to your moms. He had agreed to help your mom clear out your old room and the attic. She lived in the countryside, the other side of the state but with Erik’s mustang and driving skills, he could get you there in no time.
“I’m sorry for snapping at you.“ He took your hand and kissed it.
“Don’t be, I understand.“
You pulled your hand from his placing it on his thigh again. This was the best part. When you were comfortable enough to talk and be okay with him. It took a long time to understand him, the way he showed himself and the parts he didnt want to show. It took some time to understand that Erik was more than just some nigga from Oakland. He was different.He loved differently and you were ready to be with him no matter what.
“It’s a good thing you didn’t take out your braids yesterday.“ You didn’t hear him until he nudged your shoulder.
“Yes?“ You pulled out of your train of thought.
“What are you thinking about there.“
“Nothing. I’m just sleepy.“
“You should have slept earlier. 11 o'clock is too late.“
“I had work Erik…but if somebody didn’t wake me up for some action in the middle of my sweet slumber then I would have had my eight hours.“ you folded your arms across your chest.
He was smiling again.
“What did I tell you about sleeping naked.“
“Erik I always sleep naked cause cloths tighten and roll up on me when I move ….they make me feel uncomfortable. “
“Okay ..but you could have stopped me at any time though…“
“…Fuck you right“ You laughed a bit as he pulled into a petrol station thinking about last night’s events.
You offered to go buy all the things you need for the weekend but he didn’t want you getting wet. So you told him what yall needed and he left. After a couple of hours, you were very close to your Mother’s house and Erik pulled into her driveway.
“My favourite people!“ She closed the space between her and Erik with a welcoming hug. His head fit in her collarbone. She really liked him.
Disappearing into your old room, you left them behind in the kitchen.
Your room looked the same. Nothing was changed or moved. The double bed with all your TLC, Destiny’s Child, Aaliyah, Ashanti and most importantly the Tupuk poster were still up.
You could tell your mom still came in and cleaned once in a while. There is no way your white bedding would still look so fresh and clean after 2 years and no dust. Yes, she did. You looked under your bed to find a box. It was filled with your all memories. Old letters and bracelets. Erik hugged you from behind as you looked at through the objects. You kissed him and sat on the bed.
“Look at this stuff. She still kept it.“ Erik started to look through with you.
“Your mom said we will start cleaning up tomorrow cause your tired and its late .“ You agreed while you read your high school report cards.
“I Was getting B’s and C’s like it was nobody’s business.“ you smile
Erik was interested in all the objects in the box. He wanted to know you better and when an opportunity showed itself he would grab it with both hands.
“You used to play…what the hell is this.”
You looked over him to the picture of you holding a bat.
“Oh, first-team badminton… it’s like Tennies..a bit .”
You let out a high pitch scream.
“Damn Y/N what the hell.”
“I’m sorry but look. I remember buying this lucky packet thing and finding this ring in it. Then I saw a shooting star and wished a handsome, intelligent nigga would marry me.”
“Did it work.” “Yes, it did.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek and went back pulling things from the box. A few minutes went by and you notice how Erik went quite. He was holding the stack of photographs that didn’t make into your photo album.
“What’s got my baby’s attention.”
He carried on staring at the old photographs, you lean up against him again to see what picture had his attention. It was an old picture of your ex-boyfriend giving you a kiss on the cheek. You rolled your eyes.
“Oh come one E. You know your girl was fire back then. I …was bringing all the boys in the yard.” He stayed very serious, focusing on the picture of your Ex planting a kiss on your cheek.
“What was his name?” He asked
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous…You married me ..You won nigga" You giggled
“‘I know….but I think I know him.” Your eyebrows shot up
“`From where?… His name is Flex..”
“Shit.”
“What…what’s wrong?”
“Was his surname O’Brien..”
“Yeah, I think so…It’s been so long though. After graduating I don’t know where he even ended up.“
He didn’t move, just staring at the picture.
“You alright?“ He worried you. His whole aura had changed.
“I know him…He served with me.“ The sorrow and pain in his voice made you pay full attention to him.
If he did know Flex he must have done something terrible for him to be so emotional all of a sudden. But flex was not like that. You remembered him to be soft and kind. Sure he likes to cause tribble but none that could hurt anyone.
You placed the diary you held and sat next to him. taking his hand.
“You want to talk about it.“
“Nah. It’s late you should get some sleep.“
“You sure? I would much rather hear you vent.“ He smiled
“Let’s get ready for bed.“ He left you to grab your luggage from the car. By the time he got back from the car, Your dad had arrived. He loved Erik.
‘The son I never had’ he always says. You found them in the kitchen talking about the upcoming game. He seemed much happier then he did before. He could cheer up anyone, to be honest.
“So you came to help your mother with moving?“
“Yes, Sir. Me and Y/N can handle it don’t worry yourself.“
“What do you mean me, Erik? I only came for emotional support“ You played along with your husband.
“Nah we are going to put all them pilates and squats into good use tomorrow. Remember to leave with your back.“ Both your father and husband laughed holding onto each other.
“Daddy!!“ they both looked at you. It made you smile that Erik would respond to that even if your real father was present. You fixed your face and pouted to get him on your side.
“Dad. Erik is bullying me.“
Adorable Erik though
“I’m sorry sunshine. I was lucky that Erik was free to help. You know since my back kicked in I can’t do anything.“
“-except eat my pies and cooking” Your mom came into the kitchen holding a basket of laundry.
“You got that right.” shocking her head and called you over.
“Y/N why don’t you make the table. I’ll be back to dish up the food for dinner.”
You agreed and did as told, after dinner. You all got ready for bed. For the first time, you didn’t get weird looks from your mom and dad when it was time for sleeping arrangements. Before the wedding, Erik was just some nigga trying to take advantage of their only baby but after the wedding, Erik was the beautiful, nigga angel who was sent to protect their only child from the world. It was strange, and the funny part was Erik didn’t change he was the same chilled guy. But your parents didn’t want you sharing a bed with him. The Christian side of them just couldn’t let that happen. You wondered if they ever figured out that you would just pull him from that uncomfortable, couch around midnight to sleep with you in your bed and end up fucking. It would be weird if they did.
“Before you get up and leave. I would just like to say something..don’t be shy. Do what needs to be done” You knew exactly where this was going.
“Mom please.” You begged
“I need to say this Y/N…Erik I would like to have some grandchildren.”
Erik spat out his wine. It was too funny. It seems like he had not gotten used to how open your mom was. You helped clean him up and left before she said more embarrassing things.
You started getting ready for bed. Brushing your teeth in your silky pj’s. Erik was already in bed. He looked beautiful. He only had his bottoms on, hair all the way back in 3 cornrows. He could see that you were checking him out. Even though he was scrolling through his emails.
“You want to take a picture, Love?“ You giggled. His favourite sound in the world.
“I already have a ton of them, but the real deal looks much better.“ You climber in bed with just his bed lamp on.
“You don’t say. Are you not cold?“
“No. You?“
“No?“ He gave you a kiss and laid down on his back so did you. He turned the lap off and in the silence, you asked.
“Do you think we should fuck so we can have kids ?“ Your voice was little
“What the hell“ Erik let out a laugh, his whole body shook.
“You being pressured by your mom baby?“
“No. I’m in no rush..like at all but we’ve never really spoken about it, Erik.“
“I want to have kids with you, but when the time is right. We still working on us right now. 3 years of marriage that is not a long time. I’m planning on being with you for the longest, like your mom and pops. 57 years.“
“I want to be with you for longer than that.“ You sounded corny and cheesy saying that. Erik smiled thinking you were. But you were his cheesy and corny girlfriend.
“Period…But I do want kids…I want to show them Wakanda and shit. I would love that. “ He said it confidently leaving no room for you to doubt him. ”Plus we live in a great area. They got a good school. You know his ass is practically going to live in that outreach centre. “
“What makes you think it’s going to be a boy?“ you smacked his chest.
“…what ..it could be a girl…or better twins.“
You gasped. “Like Beyonce,” you whisper dramatically.
You laid on your side so you can see his profile. The small light that comes from the parted curtains helped you see that his eyes were closed. You left for the bath. In the dead of night is when you insecurities seemed to be the most active.
They questioned why Erik liked you, why he married you and if you were worthy to even carry his children. They told you that there were much better girls out there. Who were more attractive. Who could make him much happier than you could ever? At night, when everyone was asleep. The mirror was your worst enemy but somehow the Wakanden gem on your ring fingers reassure you that you were right where you belong.
“Are you asleep?“ you whispered to Erik when you came back from the bathroom. He didn’t answer but he pulled you close to his body. Your head laid on his chest and your arm on his stomach.
after a few minutes of silence, he spoke.
“I was drafted with Felix.“
You didn’t say anything still trying to process the fact that your high school ex-boyfriend somehow knew Erik.
“You still listening..?“ You nodded your head against his chest still in shock.
“We didn’t train together but he was put into the team that left….long story short…i served with your Ex In Afghanistan.’‘ He gave a silent laugh. You felt his body shake.
“What are the odds.“ He said
“-It was crazy. I came in there. Young kid, trying to prove to everyone that am the shit. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. He was…how do I put it…he lost his shit every time a gun went off. I guess he was there to prove he was the shit too.“
Yep, that’s definitely him. You remembered him to be funny and witty and non-violent. You wondered what made him join the military.
“His bed was next to mine. He Latino so he was super chilled and super talkative. Won’t lie he annoyed me at first but we ending up being …kinda close.“
“Omg, this that is so adorable….. I should invite him over and have like a reunion some time. I’m sure I can find him on facebook or something..“
His head shot down at you with an unreadable expression. You thought you might have offended him, maybe he thought the idea was stupid.
“Chill E. We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.“
“You don’t know don’t you?“ His voice was hollow and soft.
“Know what?“
“On one of the last days….we were coming back in 3 days. We had to patrol around the wrecked city. We had done this many times. The locals just went about their way…but that day Felix just ….he told me like 10 times he wasn’t feeling it…He knew something was off the second we left the base. And he was right. In the middle of the city, we were ambushed. ..Young kid from Oakland…I thought I was going to die. “ He gave a weak smile
“The base got word of what was happening and they sent help. We lost so many good soldiers but Felix and I made it out, as we ran out……all I’m thinking is I can’t wait to go home….but from a distance window Felix sees a sniper and jumpers in front of me when he heard the shoot….I’ve heard stories of what a Lapua Magnum bullet can do to a human body…seeing it in real life was something else..I didn’t have time to hold him ..close his eyes. He saved my life. But bet… after a few seconds I got the shoot. There was no way I wouldn’t avenge his death….right here. “
He raised his right arm and pointed to one scare on his arm… That scar was for the shoot. Erik had told you what the scars were for and it clicked. You felt heartbroken and angry for so many reasons but you couldn’t tell Erik immediately because he was still speaking. In all honesty, your brain stopped taking in information when you figured out Felix died. Your eyes water and a throbbing pain soaked up your heart. He was a good guy. He didn’t deserve that. You thought about his mother and his sister. They must have lost it when they found out. But that could have been your morning a death if Felix didn’t do anything..if he didn’t jump in Erik’s way. Maybe with how the universe works and timelines, you would never even have met Erik; that was a dark thought you just didn’t want to dwell on for too long.
Erik saw your face. The light passes him and lands on your downcasted face. You looked distressed but he doesn’t regret telling you this. Your eyes are glossy with tears that are about to fall. You stop trying to fight the boiling emotions in your chest. They are hot and they sting and they want out. You push yourself into Erik and let out a cry. On his chest, your head laid visibly shaking.
He had never seen you cry like this in the past. 6 years of knowing you and not once. It wasn’t like the crying or sobbing you did when you watched romantic anime or kdramas or when he surprises you(cause you’re easy to please). This cry was deep and dark. It reminded him of pain and devastation. He wrapped his arms around you so your parents would hear. He hated your reaction. It also showed him how empathic of a person you were.
“Can we go…” Your voice rough and small. “- Can we go see his grave?”
Erik’s face pulled up in confusion and you saw.
“Erik! He was my friend. I know …it sounds like we were was just dating and fucking…He was my actual friends and I’m so angry and hurt…I thought he was in Austria with his father. That’s what he always told me..that when he graduated he would move there…”
You wiped your tears that had wet half your face.
“-…i ..I also want to thank him…He also saved you..” You laced your fingers with his. Yours were tiny against his. “I want to thank him for that.”
Erik didn’t push. He simply agreed. He wanted to make you happy. So anything you wanted was a comrade.
You stayed in that position, his hand over your waist and your head just by his chest, He heard your body try to recover. The rain had picked up, hitting and creating a calming noise. you fell asleep in his arms grateful and depressed.
You thought about how hard destiny has been fighting to make sure Erik ended up with you. You thought about all the fights, his past, your past, the shit that went down in Wakanda, the girls and boy the nasty ass girl that wanted him. He was meant to be there. you were meant to be there. And the thought of that and the low humming of the rain sent you to sleep.
Erik has very few memories of his parents actually together, and prefers not to remember them. But what can you do when a sensory memory trips something you’d forgotten about?
A/N: I’m in a fluffy mood. Also I know @purple-apricots wanted some Young Erik Content. If you enjoy my writing, people reblog and comment!
“Bruh…” Erik huffed, rolling his eyes at the crudely handwritten “Out of Order” sign on the washing machine. He shifted the canvas laundry bag to his other shoulder as he inspected the machine.
He hated coming to the apartment basement, but he’d be dammed if he went to a public laundromat. Maybe he could fix it.
He leaned down to take a closer look and came in direct contact with a spider web.
“Aight, you know what!” Erik started, slapping the silky strands away from his face. “Fuck this.”
It was late on a Sunday afternoon, and if he wanted anything to wear come his 8:00 Monday morning meeting, he’d just have to suck it up and go to the laundromat. Once wouldn’t kill him.
Erik gathered up his bag, detergent, and cup of quarters and headed back up the stairs. He’d remembered seeing a laundromat down the street. He could easily walk there. And who knows? Maybe the larger drums would allow him to finish the daunting task of laundry even faster than sharing with all of the people in his “luxury” apartment complex.
Erik sauntered up to the building, but slowed as he came to the door. It had been years since he’d been to a place like this and he suddenly felt a trepidation he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He pushed the feeling down, like many before it, and pulled open the door.
The feeling immediately came right back to the surface. It was the smell of the place. A sensory memory he hadn’t experienced in years. A smell he’d forgotten.
The laundromat smelled like his parents.
Both of them. Together.
Even when Erik tried really hard, he could never remember his mother and father together. Childhood memories are rarely cohesive and stitched together. They pop in and out, here and there with stark clarity but blurry bookends. Erik wouldn’t be able to walk someone through a typical day, but he could tell you about the Winnie the Pooh Birthday cake he had on his third birthday… or how it felt to dump out the water in the playground tire swing after it rained.
It was this specific mix of off-brand detergent and dryers that run a little too hot that brought his parents’ smiling faces to his mind.
Erik’s mother was so beautiful.
Her hair was always up on laundry day – either braided back or up in a bun. She wore an oversized, bleach stained sweathshirt and no makeup. Her brown skin glowed on its own. He remembered the day when he was no longer small enough to be held on the side of her hip and was unceremoniously replaced by a hamper. He’d made a fuss but his father put a stop to that right away.
—
“Eh!” N’Jobu warned him curtly. “Five-year-old boys are too old to disrespect their mothers.”
Erik sucked his lower lip back in from the pronounced pout he’d put on just a moment before. His mother made her way to the counter to exchange a ten dollar bill for quarters, greeting the other regulars as she walked. His father began to sort the darks from the reds and the whites.
Erik stuck his head inside of a front loading washing machine.
“Hello!!!!!!!” he shouted.
He moved to the next open washer and greeted it the same way – all the way down the line.
“He – ah!” Erik screamed as N’Jobu snatched him up.
“Shall I put you in one of these? Pick the spin cycle so you can feel how crazy you make me in the head?” N’Jobu laughed as he shook his son lightly. “Or should we put clothes in instead?”
“Clothes!” Erik agreed. N’Jobu carried him back to their laundry pile and handed Erik one of his t-shirts.
“Throw it in, real hard like this.” N’Jobu chucked some socks in to the machine. One slipped and fell to the floor.
“Rah!” Erik exclaimed as he threw the shirt. Soon the father and son duo were racing to throw their clothes in to the machine. Mom returned just in time to see Erik sink his very last pair of shorts.
She fed the machine the quarters and it whirred to life. She, Erik, and his father sat down on the curved plastic chairs to wait twenty-four minutes exactly.
“Oh no!” mom exclaimed.
“What?” Erik asked. He was ready to throw more clothes if he had to.
“It seems I have one quarter left over. Whatever am I going to do with it?”
Erik’s eyes darted over to the gum ball machine which was conveniently at kids’ eye level, and also conveniently only cost a quarter. They were super big ones too.
His mother didn’t taunt him too much longer, instead covertly slipping him the quarter. His father didn’t like processed sugar. He hadn’t grown up eating it and constantly told Erik to avoid the stuff and brush his teeth to happy birthday even though it wasn’t his birthday.
Erik ran over the bright red machine, plopping easily down on to his knees. He pushed the coveted coin in to the slot and used both of his tiny hands to turn the knob. Erik felt it give slightly and saw the small covering pop out a little. He lifted the plate, and a giant gum ball rolled in to his open palm.
It was a blue one! His favorite color!
Erik popped it in to his mouth and began chewing away. He didn’t know how to blow bubbles yet, but that was okay, his mom said. She would teach him later.
He chewed relentlessly at in during the entire washing cycle. It no longer had any taste, and was a blob of grey rubber cement when he finally spat it out.
The rest of the laundry day was a blur and he spent most of it swinging his legs from the too high waiting chair. Watching his sneakers disappear and reappear beneath him… his parents chatting about something or other. He suddenly heard his name.
“Did you let Erik have gum, babe?” N’Jobu asked. “He’s going to rot his teeth.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” his mother insisted, winking at him behind his father’s back. Erik smiled, revealing a row of bright blue teeth, lips, and tongue.
“The proof! You’re caught blue handed, you two!”
Both of his parents broke in to a smile.
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It’s the only clear memory he had of the two of them. They’d seemed like giants at the time… untouchable.
And now they were both gone.
Erik shook off the memory and loaded his clothes in to the machine all at once. He didn’t separate his colors. He mostly wore black anyways. He just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. He dumped in the detergent and pushed his quarters in. With a loud thunk, the machine began to work.
Erik plopped down on a plastic waiting chair. He set a timer on his phone and went to put his own empty quarter cup in to the laundry bag for safe keeping. As he picked it up, he felt something slide around in the bottom of the container.
There was one quarter left.
He eyed it momentarily. There’s no way there’d be a gum ball machine here.
He took a lap around the aisles and passed the dryers. He was almost back to where he started when he found it. He had to squat down at his knees to reach it now.
He slid the quarter carefully in to the slot and turned the knob, only needing one hand this time. He held his hand out under the ramp and a bright blue gumball rolled out.
His favorite color.
“Okay,” he whispered. “Okay.”
He popped the candy in to his mouth and began to chew. It got harder to do so as the edges of his mouth curled up in a smile.
You and Erik being in a long distance relationship and your phone is locked for the first time...
You and Erik have not seen each other for 3 months, and you both felt the absence hard, so when you reunited and suggested that the week should include nothing but cuddling with each other he didnt need convincing.
As much as he refuses to admit it, Erik loves being entangled with you between the sheets, dont even got to sex, he just likes being surrounded by you and endulging in your presence. But you aint got to know all that.
You guys were currently watching re-runs of Black-ish to get caught up for the season finale, because someone refused to let you watch it without him, "(y/n) this is OURRR show so by law you cant watch OURR show when there isnt an OURRRR" he cried over skype.
You looked over to see your big baby nodding of to sleep so you took the oppurtunity to go chow down on some fancy cakes and beef jerky from your cabinet, leaving your phone faced down on your side of the bed. Your actions didnt go unnoticed by Erik .
Ever since he came back to town, he noticed that you avoided leaving your phone alone, you guys usually had an open phone relationship and both of you didnt have passwords (or so he thought) because yall didnt have shit to hide. While you were occupied in the kitchen your phone went off with a few messages from someone named "Daddy❤"
He picked up the phone but when he read who it was from it was like he hit a brick wall. I mean this nigga did a whole neck back motion as if the brick wall hit him. He immideatly pressed the home button to unlock your phone and investigate but was met with a 6 digit passcode.
Fear dawned on him and he started to question you guys relationship for the first time. "Who tf is this texting her? Damn when she get a passcode? Oh my fuckin god somebody been blowin my baby back out! How could she do this to me? Am i not worth it for her anymore? Did she really find someone to replace me?
All these thoughts were rushing through his mind at once, when he heard your footsteps he acted quickly and put the phone back in its position and went back to his position trying to hide the sadness on his face.
He watched you like a hawk, as you took your position back on the bed and picked up your phone, smiling when seeing the text messages, you unlocked your phone, angled away from eriks eye sight, little did you know, he was breaking his neck to get a glimpse of the 6 digits.
You let out a little giggle, Erik usually wouldve smiled at but this time was different, he was sickened by what he was witnessing, finally speaking up he said or rather yelled "OH AKEKEKE HAHA OH DADDY YOUR SO FUNNY, SO YOU UP HERE ENTERTAINING OTHER NIGGAS (Y/N)?!? His sudden outburst making you jump, wide eyed, but before you could respond he blurted out " OH SO YOU CANT TALK NOW? YOU CAN TALK TO WHOEVER MAKING YOU GIGGLE LIKE THAT ALL SMILING IN THE PHONE??! *tears falling down his cheeks* SO IM NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU ANYMORE HUH, SO YOU GOT BORED AND NOW YOU FOUND A LIL BITCH TO SATISFY YOU WHEN IM GONE! GONE SIT UP THERE AND HAVE THE AU-FUCKING-DACITY TO TEXT HIM IN MY PRESENCE, WHO IS HE?! GIMME HIS ADDRESS SO I CANT FUCK HIM THE FUCK UP FOR MESSING WITH MY GIRL, NAHH NOT MY GIRL RIGHT? RIGHT? ILL LEAVE SO YOU CAN GET SOME WEAK ASS DICK FROM * crouching over with making a ugly childish face, putting up quotation narks with his fingers* DADDYYY. SHIT." " got me fucked all the way up", he added walking out your apartment with the door shutting loudly behind him, leaving you in complete and utter shock.
I’m starting a new series (cause that’s what I need write), but this one will be set in the X-Men Universe and will bounce between Charles x Reader and Erik x Reader and you all can decide who the reader ends up with! I hope you enjoy! The title is a work in progress so suggestions welcome!
“I'd like to introduce you to Hank McCoy, and (y/n) (y/l/n), two of our top scientist here at the CIA"
"How wonderful, two mutants already working here" Charles smiled at the two, shaking their hands as both their faces turned from inviting to scared.
"What?" (Y/n) and Hank cringed as their boss looked between the two of them.
"Oh, you hadn't, I'm terribly sorry" Charles' eyes grew as he watched Hank and (y/n) avert their gaze from their boss.
"Hank? (Y/n)?"
"You never asked" (Y/n) shrugged, her eyes flickering to Hank. They had barely trusted each other to share this information, now...
"Will you show us?" Raven stepped slightly forward, her face welcoming and (y/n) smiled slightly.
"You're among friends" Charles offered a soft smile to (y/n), Hank looked around, all but Erik seemed welcome and with a small nod from (y/n) he began taking his shows off.
"It's not pretty" Hank mumbled, and (y/n) took a step back, allowing Charles and Raven to come closer.
"Brilliant" The smile Charles flashed was genuine causing Hanks worry to almost fully ebb away.
"That’s not all" Hank now smiled, causing one to ease onto (y/n)'s face as she took another step away, already knowing what was to come next. She could feel a gaze on her back, and knew it had to be the man who had yet to talk.
Hank flipped up, his feet grabbing hold of the plane as it swung slightly. The small crowd clapped and cheered as Raven stepped forward, her eyes locking with Hanks. (Y/n) couldn't quite hear what they were saying, but Hank seemed happy.
"And you, my dear?" Erik reached out, touching (y/n)'s arm, snapping her out of simply watching Hank.
"Um, I'm a telekinetic" (Y/n) looked at her feet, not quite sure if they knew what that meant or what else she should do.
"What all can you lift?" Charles attention was now on (y/n) as he watched her. His smirk grew at her shyness. It was always exciting helping other mutants.
"Anything, everything" (Y/n) looked around, before grabbing the pen from her pocket, floating it in the air just a bit. "Um Hank?"
Hank nodded, flipping off the ship, easing his shoes back on. The pen flew threw the air, causing the two non-mutants to gasp and a smile for the first time to break on Erik's face. "Small things" (Y/n) let the pen fall back in her pocket before focusing on the plane. "And large things too" The plane lifted up, enough that the ropes went slack and her boss' face paled.
"Marvelous" Charles smiled, walking towards (y/n). "How would you two like to help us?"
Could u write something for Erik with a thouchy/cuddly reader? (Gn/male pls)
The reader just unconsciously touches him a lot, and consciously! Lots of love to give 😊
Yessss- I’m making this male reader because there isn’t enough for yall
Tags;short fic, male reader, you’re shorter than Erik (idc how tall you are you’re getting baby girl treatment/loving), shy Erik, touchy reader, ending is meant to be loving and not suggestive but it can be read suggestively.
Edit; I have a second fluff male fic with Erik somewhere in my POTO library, and please don’t hesitate to ask strictly for male reader from me <3
In the beginning of you and Erik relationship, understandably both of you were nervous. Over time both of you found ways to show off your love for each other in comfortable ways, like Erik writing music specifically for you or maybe even helping you find your singing voice. Erik’s love language towards you have always been acts of service and gift giving. You on the other hand, was physical affection.
Not wanting to accidentally push away your boyfriend you started with small touches on his arm while he talks. Which no matter how small the touch he’d always gasp or his breath would hitch. Once Erik seemed comfortable with you touching him more you started showing how touchy you were. The previously cautious touches are now mindless lingering touches whenever you were near, which always made his mind spin.
Erik never minded this, especially from you, but now Erik has found himself with his loving boyfriend practically bear hugging his arm while he explains his new opera. Of course like always he’s caught off guard but the moment he sees your face filled with the adoration, he swears he could feel his heart melt.
“A-and then, the antagonist would…” Erik trails off being absorbed by you. “…mon amour, do you really like touching me so much?”
Surprised by that question you realize how close you are to him and quickly back up a little. “Oh well yes, im sorry I didn’t realize how close I was getting to you. You’re probably uncomfortable with it huh?” You ask with a nervous smile, which quickly gets dismissed when you feel Erik’s hand on your waist pulling you back into his figure.
“No… it is new, but I’d never say no to my dashing boyfriend being touchy with me…” Erik flustering says with a light blush on his face holding you close. With a slightly shaky hand, he cradles your face and looks longingly down at you. “In fact… I quite adore it actually.”
Hearing those words you gleefully smile up at him. “Then… would you be interested in me adoring you tonight?”
“A-adoring me?” Erik responds with wide intrigued eyes.
“Yes, like cuddling with you and me gently playing with your hand… or maybe even you resting your head in my lap as I trace your features?” Suggesting the latter cautiously you wait for his response.
“I’d… I’d like that mon amour, I trust you.” Erik says with a slightly shaking tone, excited yet nervous about how you’d show affection to him tonight.
Gently, you lean up and kiss Erik softly yet the kiss was filled with love, trying to reassure him. “Thank you dear, let me go show you how much I love you.”
*cough* you called for a prompt of erik being whipped for his lover? how about his reaction when he wakes up to find his lover holding him and whispering sweet nothings to his presumably asleep form
This is adorable hell yes- also thank you to everyone sending asks/requests, I am glad to take all of them <3 hopefully, I can get one more done tonight I'm loving these prompts y'all are feeding me-
Tags; Erik x GN reader, buckle up this is wholesome and kind of cheesy, fluffy as fuck, reverse comfort, short and sweet
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You and Erik have quite different schedules in general, he works afternoons to morning, and you work mornings to night. So naturally, there will be moments one of you is sleeping while the other is awake no matter how much time shifting you both do in your schedules.
Currently, Erik is deep asleep in his bed as you lay side by side next to him, running your fingers through his natural hair and adoring him. How he slept hugging his pillow, to the tiniest snores, and even the rare sight of peace on his face made your heart warm. He was just so cute, you couldn't help but adore him.
“I love you, darling,” you praise as you gently trace over the scarred part of his face. “I don't know how long it'll take for you to realize I adore you but I do,” moving towards him just enough for your body to touch him you rant and spill your love to his sleeping figure. In reality, he was awake the moment you sat down on the bed.
Erik didn't move because he didn't want you to stop giving him affection, but now you're saying such sweet words and caressing his face, he can't keep the charade up anymore. His face twisted as he started to cry and grabbed your hand to kiss it before you could pull away.
“How could you ever say things like that about me.” Erik sobbed holding the back of your hand to his mouth. The sight wrenched your heart out, your other hand came up and cradled his head.
“Oh my sweet Erik, how could I not? Come here,” you say pulling him closer to your chest. He gladly let go of the pillow and replaced it with you, crying into your chest holding you tight like you'd vanish into thin air. “I love you Erik.”
“How? I am hideous, maman couldn't even love me because of it.” sobbing his grip tightened as he buried his face more into your chest.
“And she is blind my dear because what I see is a handsome man who is a musical genius,” gently saying to him as you try and coax him with your hand to look at you. “I see a handsome man that has pure adoration and devotion to his lover, not many people have that my love.”
Finally, you were able to turn his head up at you and look him in his tear-stricken eyes. “And I see a handsome man who has had a too harsh of life, please Erik let me love you like you should've gotten from the beginning.” you plead to him kissing his temple.
His eyes widen as his sobbing gains a second wind, this time he didn't cry because he feared you were lying to him or deceiving him, he cried because he finally had someone who loved him. You and Erik laid together embracing each other tightly, giving each other the occasional flurry of kisses as you both eventually fell asleep.
Erik deslter (phantom of the opera) x GN reader with childhood trauma
I don’t know how long this’ll be I just have the thought in my mind and I want to write it.
Warnings; mentions of childhood trauma, night terrors
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Waking up in fight or flight mode isn’t exactly the best way to wake up. Slowly sitting up and looking over at a clock in your room, you can see it’s the dead of night. Sighing to yourself you move so your back is in the corner of your bed and bring your knees up to your chest to hug them. You need to calm down, you need to remind yourself you’re not there anymore, but the fear in your chest just won’t go away.
You don’t know how long it’s been when you stare at the floor, your hearing going haywire. It almost feeling like you’re a statue, you’re paralyzed. After a long while your body finally gives you mobility again, you can’t let this overload you again, you have to be around someone. Thankfully your lover is most likely awake at this hour composing music. Your mind going on autopilot didn’t even bother to put on shoes as you find the nearest catacombs entrance and make your way to him.
The rocks at your feet help a little getting you to remember where you are, you stare at the floor the whole way to his layer, almost like you’re sleep walking. Erik heard you long before he even saw you and he paused writing his music. Concerned you’re up this late, he looked down the pathway you’re taking and sees you looking like a zombie. Now very worried he practically runs up to you and cups your cheek.
“Mon amour? What’s going on?” Erik says with soft eyes. You say nothing, your voice hasn’t come back to you yet. Instead you just grip onto the hand holding your cheek. Leaning into it you can’t help but feel tears start to well. Erik noticed this and was stunned, he has never seen you cry before.
Snapping out of it he swoops you up and walks back into his layer, sitting on his bed. Your legs draped over his, your face buried in his neck crying your heart out, and your arms that we're hanging onto him for dear life. It all broke his heart.
“Mon amour,” he whispered as he cradled you in his arms. “Je t’aime, please tell me what's wrong. Who caused these tears?” kissing your shoulder, your tears start to calm down letting you speak.
“It's childish really,” you say lifting your head to meet his eyes, “this is all because of a silly nightmare.” you chuckle to yourself about how ridiculous this reason was to you. To Erik, this only made him more worried. You have never broken down like this in all the time he's known you, and for a ‘silly’ nightmare this doesn't seem childish, only very concerning.
“If it is making you weep Id say it isn't silly or childish,” he says bringing a gloved hand to your face and wiping tears off your cheek. “May I ask what it was about?” Eriks' voice was so sweet, so calming, you couldn’t hide the truth.
With a deep sigh you answered, “it was about my childhood,” adverting your eyes from his, you stare at the velvet bedsheets, “it wasn’t the happiest mon amour.” Leaning into his neck again you pleaded witha broken voice, “please let me stay, I don't want to be alone.”
Now, it's Eriks' turn to cry. His eyes became blurry as you clung to him again, your pleading words broke his heart. Never in a million years did he wish for you to have a similar life as him, especially cruelty. He gently leaned back on the bed and made sure both of you were relaxed. He started rubbing your back and whispered praise and comforting words into your hair.
“You’re here mon amour, you’re safe, no one will hurt you, not as long as I’m here. Je t’aime.”
When your breath finally calmed, you kissed his neck as a thank you. Shuddering slightly, he meets your gaze. “If you ever want to talk about it, please share with me. I don’t doubt you already assumed I also have a bad childhood, that is true. So I would not mind listening to you.” Erik said with a half smile.
“Thank you mon ange, maybe in the morning, for right now I think its best we both sleep.” You nestle your head back into his shoulder, and release a deep sigh. He kissed the top of your head and whispered good night.
“I love you Erik”
“Je t’aime, mon amour, je t’aime”
The last thought Erik had as you two drifted to sleep, was maybe you two were more alike than it seemed.
