les sequelles - Eric Coulter 1

134. Secret

Imagine: Discovering Eric's secret and he threatens you into telling him one of yours.

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You walk through the hallway to Eric's apartment. The two of you were fellow leaders and Max had asked you to deliver a file to him, because he was sick and wasn't at the meeting today.

You approach his apartment and pull out the spare key you had, as you didn't want to disturb him if he was resting. The two of you had been friends for years, and had keys to each other's apartments for emergencies.

You unlock the door, and walk in; Eric is sitting in the far end of the room, in front of an easel. He has a paintbrush in his hand, and his arms and hands are covered with various colours. The canvas in front of him has a beautiful sunset painted across it.

"Wow," you breathe, finally catching his attention.

He fumbles to put the paint away and quickly straightens himself up. You can see red creeping up his neck -he's clearly embarrassed. You decide to use this to your advantage and tease him, "Damn, I didn't think the big bad Eric was an artist at heart."

"Shut up," he chides.

You casually pull out your phone and slyly take a picture, "I don't think anyone would believe me if I told them. Good thing I have this now." You turn your phone towards him so he can see and he tries to snatch it from you, but you're able to put it away before he can.

"Y/N, don't you dare tell anyone!" He threatens.

You chuckle in response, "Oh come on Eric, have a little trust. I would never tell anyone your little secret!"

"Then why would you take the picture?"

"It's insurance," you shrug, "Besides, you never know when you might need some good blackmail."

Without another word, he lunges forward and grabs you in a chokehold -not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make sure you can't escape, "Seriously Eric, you know I'm not scared of you right?"

"Yes, but I know you are scared of anything happening to your perfect hair."

"What are you tal-" You cut yourself off with a gasp as you look up and see him holding a jar of paint above your head, "ERIC DON'T YOU DARE!"

"Well, if you want me to stop, I'm gonna need something from you," He smirks.

"I'll delete the picture alright?! Just put the paint down!"

"No, no, no, that's not want I'm talking about sweetheart. I need a secret."

"Are you serious?"

"It's insurance," He repeats your words with an amused look on his face.

You try to think of a secret that will satisfy Eric, "I-I have a blog where I write fanfic..." You squeak.

"Fanfic?"

"Love stories about fictional characters."

He bursts into laughter and lets you go, "That's so lame."

You scoff, "Hey! You're one to speak!"

"Alright, alright," He chuckles, "Well, your secret is safe with me, as long as mine is with you."

"Deal."

"Y/N?" He calls as you're about to leave, "Can I read your writing sometime?"

You roll your eyes, thinking he's teasing, but when you realize he's being serious, you smile, "Only if I can see your paintings."

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