Hey! Okay so check me out, a short Eric x Reader fic based on the video of Cyn Santana and Joe Budden where she's clearly smacked and rapping along with the song and he's tryna take the cup out of her hand but she won't let him? Idk if anyone's done that but I think it'll be cool if you did
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Red, white, and green lights cast their flickering shadows onto the hardwood floor, the soft white walls near the tree also catching some of their glow. Speakers mounted in the corners of the room play the upbeat rap songs from the radio, the bass helping to fill the empty pockets of the nearly bare space.
It was December 21st and you and Erik were cleaning the house in preparation for the holiday festivities, like the White Elephant gift exchange you'd had planned later on tonight with your close friends. All the couches were pushed back against the wall and the decorated Christmas tree was the only piece with some personality, all the presents you and Erik had gotten for each other hidden away in separate corners of the house until you could wrap them and put them under the tree.
Erik was currently in the kitchen washing the dishes and playing bartender, a couple bottles of Hennessy and Malibu rum out on the marble countertop next to a small bowl of melting ice chips. He'd woken up early that morning and made a delicious breakfast of cheesy shrimp and grits and buttery english muffins with strawberry jam to help fuel the both of you for the mountain of chores ahead of you for the day.
It was your idea to incorporate alcohol into the mix, hence the bottle of rum that you'd been sipping off of all morning. He'd wanted to start you off simple with something like mimosas, but when you shot that idea down and attempted to climb the counters to reach the top shelf, he relented and swiped the white 750ml bottle and gave it to you. He figured it was way better than the bottle of Jäger your short arms were no doubt intending on reaching for.
After pouring a few fingers of the drink and some pineapple juice into a red cup, he sent you off to the living room to get started on your part of cleaning the floors while he rolled up his sleeves and got to work on the kitchen.
Had he not been so invested in scraping the grits off the bottom of the pot, he might have heard it when you tiptoed yourself back into the kitchen and poured yourself another drink, taking the bottle of rum with you on your way out.
You were so excited for the first of many Christmas and Kwanza festivities you and Erik had lined up for the end of the year, and you couldn't wait to get started on celebrating.
...Even if it meant drinking just a little bit too much while sweeping the floors.
Although the music was still playing around the house, you'd gotten mysteriously quiet after your last vocal outburst, singing 'Oh fuck. Shit. BITCH!'at the top of your lungs from Sheck Wes' "Mo Bamba". Erik almost spit out a mouthful of Henny all over his clean dishes when he'd heard you, clutching his chest and laughing with tears in his eyes at his wild ass babygirl. He just knew you were in there with your foot propped on something twerking up a storm.
