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8. Stop That

Drabbles: Eric #74

(A/N) Hey there! As you can see, I'm working on the drabbles again! I hope you like this one!

Drabbles:

#74 "Stop that." – "Stop what?" – "That thing you're doing with your face when you're happy. It's making me nauseous."

Pairing:Eric x Reader

Warning: swearing, fighting, kissing, feelings

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Being short is awful! It's hard to reach high places, cooking becomes a workout an no one takes one serious. It's been years since I finished initiation and became a leader, but almost no one respected me. The only exception were people who already knew me and got feel my wrath. And my friends of course! Still, there was one other person that never took me for full. Eric. He disrespected me constantly and picked on me. It wasn't helping that I was training the initiated this year and was constantly in his presence. He even made fun of me in front of them. He should give a crash course: How to set a bad example!

Finally, it was lunch break and I could excuse the initiates. It also meant that Eric joined the others for lunch and I had two hours to myself. Not today apparently. He stayed in the training room and watched me, before he took his jacket off and walked to the punching bags. I had to say, he looked good. I understood that the female initiated were drooling over him. But I would never tell him that. 

Sighing, I moved to the knife throwing station and prepped it for the afternoon. Eric was still hitting the bag, instead of doing his job and help me. Sighing, I picked up one of the heavy boxes, full of knives, put it on the metal table and started to lay those sharp objects out on the table. 

While I was working, I started to hum one of my favourites songs. Concentrating on my work and the song, I didn't notice the rhythmic hits stop and the heavy footsteps walking towards me. Only when he picked one of the knives from the box, did I notice Eric standing right beside me. 

"Can I help you?" I continued to place the knives on the table but stopped the humming. "Stop being so soft, that would be a great help." I rolled my eyes at his comment. "Why should I? You're being hard enough for the two of us." I smirked at him, and this time he rolled his eyes but said nothing. Instead, he actually helped me prep the station. While I continued my work, I began to hum again and couldn't keep the smile off my face. I was halfway through the song, when an angry huff from beside me made me stop. "What?" I sounded bored, and I, in all honesty, was. "Stop that." "Stop what?" 

"That thing you're doing with your face when you're happy. It's making me nauseous." Seriously? He just couldn't stop. I gripped the handle of the knife I had in my hand tighter and turned to him. "What did you just say?" Eric completely ignored me. "Hey! Listen to me!" I turned him to look at me. "I. Won't. Accept. Your. Shit. Any. Longer!" With every word, I stabbed him in the chest with my finger and took one step towards him, making him step back. "What? You gonna fight me now? Please, don't make me laugh!"

Without even responding, I kicked his legs from under him and he fell onto his back. A huff escaped his mouth when his body collided with the floor. Without hesitating, I moved on top of him and pinned him down. "You don't seriously think, that you can win, do you?" I wanted to roll my eyes and already had a comeback, when he turned us around and straddled me. Two quick movements and he had my arms and legs pinned to the floor, no chance for me to escape. "Get off of me, you asshat!" I struggled as best as I could, but it didn't help. He grinned at his victory, a smile I wanted to wipe off his face. "Are you finished?" He put more pressure on my wrists until I stopped struggling. I just laid there and waited for him to let me go. "How nice of you to finally calm down. Can I talk now?" I glared at him but nodded. "I...never intended to treat you this way-" "Yeah, sure." I tried to escape his grip again. "I mean it. I just don't know how to say...that." 

This time, I didn't struggle. Eric looked seriously lost, and also...scared? "What do you mean?" I tried to look him in the eyes, but he just avoided looking at me completely. "Eric. Do you...like me?" Instead of answering, he let me go and stood up, before he walked away. "Wait!" I scrambled to my feet and ran after him. "Eric!" I caught up to him, right outside the training room and grabbed his arm. "Answer me." He spun around and pushed me into the wall behind me. "Shut up." He grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine. If I wouldn't have enjoyed the kiss as much, I probably would have laughed. After all, he had to bend down to be able to kiss me. But, he was a good kisser, so I forgot everything else and concentrated on kissing him back. 

Soon, we pulled away, in need for air. Gasping, we stared at each other, eyes wide and mouth open. Before I knew it I grinned at him. "You like me." "Shut it." He pecked my lips again, before he straightened back up and threw me over his shoulder. 

"Hey!" I tried to sound angry, but a giggle escaped my mouth at the same time, as the word. "I think Max and Four can take over the initiates for the rest of the day." Eric carried me through the whole compound with me on his shoulder, until we reached his apartment and he threw me onto his bed.

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