Jack/Eric One-Shots

Soft

A/N: Eric is not genderfluid in this, but if you want me to make him genderfluid more often, I will. I just wrote a whole fix about Veronica that I don't think I'll ever post because it ended up making me question my gender halfway through-
Anyway, have whatever this turns out to be.

Soft.
Eric is soft.
More than anything else, he is soft.
In every way, he is soft.
When I wake up in his arms, he just feels like a warm pile of blankets, and I love it.
I love him.
When he wakes up, all foggy and tired and half-asleep, he nuzzles his face into my hair, says he doesn't want to get up, to leave our bed.
And it's soft. It is so unbelievably soft.
When he tries- and usually fails- to cook breakfast, it's soft, it's sweet, it's domestic as duck.
There are times when he's not so soft, of course.
In bed, soft is the last thing I'd use to describe him.
He'd tie me up by my ankles if I let him.
And I've half a mind too, I'd do anything for him.
Because he is perfect.
Well, not quite perfect in the actual definition of the word, but perfect for me.
Eric is so many things, all of the time, but he is almost always soft, and I need it.
The world is hard, and I have his to come home to.

A/N: Alright, anyone else jealous as fuck?
If you cannot tell, I miss my boyfriend. And I would very much like this, please.
I would like to be Eric, though.
It doesn't matter to you, goodbye.