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Erik x Horror Movie Loving Partner Headcanons

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Summary: Headcanons for the reader in an established relationship with Erik. No gendered language used.

Honestly, I can see Eric as being a bit of a whimp when it comes to horror movies. He’ll still watch them with you, and he’d never admit it, but you see the way he jolts at every jumpscare and yells at the TV when a character is walking into a dark room 

‘Oh, for fuck’s sake.’ he’d mutter before raising his voice, shrinking back into the couch slightly ‘don’t fucking go in there! What are you, fucking stupid?’

He’ll still jump when something inevitably pops out of the darkness and grabs them, but he’d never complain about having to watch so many after seeing the way your eyes light up when you get excited about watching or talking about them. 

I could see him trying to distract you during movies, trailing his fingers up your leg, or kissing your neck if he had good access in whatever position the two of you were in. A lot of the time, you’d end up re-watching the end of the movie once he falls asleep after having spent most of your watch time making out. 

If you were making out while watching Scream and kept glancing over at the screen, you’d inevitably start to think about how hot the masked killer is, especially in your flustered, turned-on state. 

Erik is willing to try anything once when it comes to being intimate, and when you mutter into his mouth mid-kiss, telling him that he’d look so fucking hot in the ghost face mask, it’d be all he could think about. You’d kiss his neck, whispering in that whiny, desperate voice that you know gets him all riled up, about all the things you’d let him do to you if it were him wearing it. He’d be straining against his jeans and already planning a trip to the store first thing in the morning. 

You’d wake up alone and confused, wondering where he’d gone. He’d usually stay in bed with you all morning on the weekends, and you’d alternate between cuddling and making out until it turned into full-on morning sex. 

He’d come bursting through the door while you’re making yourself a cup of tea, holding a plastic bag in one hand with a little smirk tugging at his lips when he finds you dressed in only one of his shirts, bleary-eyed in the kitchen. 

Before you could ask him where he’s been, he’s dumping the bag's contents on the kitchen table. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the Ghostface mask and voice scrambler, still new in the box. 

You’d look from him to the table a few times before laughing and throwing yourself into his arms, pressing warm, sloppy kisses to the side of his throat in between thank yous. 

“Yeah? You like it?” He’d mutter teasingly into the top of your head, “Thought you might, you little freak.”

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