-he has to be touching you 24/7, like arm over your shoulders, even holding your hand if he wants to be romantic
-everyone has to know you’re his
-(just to make sure they know)
-imagine the marks this guy would leave
-you would distract him so much!
-days where you seriously do not leave bed
-which would end with him pressing you against the ground and anyone who was watching the fight to see who would win gets super uncomfortable
-standing on your tip toes to kiss him
-he would carry you everywhere and it doesnt even phase him
-he might even forget you’re on his back. like a Dauntless leader talks to him and he gets all stiff and military only to realize you’re still hanging onto his back
-training together (mostly him doing pushups over top of you and getting a kiss for each one)
-he’d be super possessive tbh
-he’d be a jealous type
-a guy is flirting with you, Eric just comes and wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck, or fights the guy, or throws you over his shoulder and just takes you away
-calling him ‘cave man’ because he’s such a guy
-he would not be one to cuddle but that doesnt stop you from wrapping yourself around him or over him
-then once you fall asleep he actually loves it
-he loves running his fingers through your hair
-being his one weakness
-sexy jaw clenches
-tracing his tattoos with your fingers (sometimes making him shiver and he gruffly moves away because it embarrasses him)
-holding hands under the table when you eat in the cafeteria (or just having his arm loosely over the back of your chair)
-he would glare if anyone was doing anything bad. like a guy who was a douche walks into the caf and Eric just glares at him the entire time
-sneaking kisses in deserted hallways
-actually a super cute secretive relationship because he’s madly in love with you but is shy about it???
-jumping on the bed to wake him up and he just pins you to his side because he needs more sleep. so you tickle him.
-learning the hard way just how dangerous showers can be
-he would totally have the weirdest work out routines. like you’d wake up at 2 in the morning to see him doing sit ups. he looks at you. you look at him. he continues.
-giving him hickies on his neck, saying you’re ‘adding to the aesthetic of the tattoos’
-lying in bed curled against his chest, absentmindedly drawing things on his chest with your finger
-or you on your stomach, no shirt, asleep and he traces stuff on your back, or kisses your back, he likes your back
-you dont have a lot of reasons to cry but when you do, he brushes his thumb across your cheek to wipe away the tears, then holds you to his chest because when you’re in his arms nothing can hurt you
-he loves to listen to you talk and he values your opinion so much, so when (or if?) you side with the divergents, he listens to your side of it and actually starts to agree, because if its the choice of being with your or hurting divergents, he chooses you.
-if you’re divergent? he would love you the same, if not more for trusting him enough to tell him. he would protect you till his last breath
-he’d call you ‘princess’ or ‘babe’ or ‘sweetheart’ maybe even ‘cupcake’ but in a condescending way
Requested by anon: Drabble #7 with eric from divergent plsss
Pairing: Eric Coulter X Reader
Word count: 955
Drabble: Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.
Things are different now. That was the first thing they told you when you jumped off the net. A brand new initiation with new possibilities. Thanks to those “possibilities” you’re standing here, in the leader’s office, waiting for Max.
You’re a very good fighter. The best among the transfers, and better than half of the Dauntless-born. Someone saw something good on you. You hope this person is right.
“Among all those kids, Four had to choose a little girl.”
You look at the door behind you to see him. Eric. It makes sense. He’s your instructor and a leader. Max wouldn’t lose his time with the initiates.
“It’s you, then.” The smile that comes to his lips seems honest and that surprises you. “I’ve seen you fight. You’re good. (Y/N), am I right?”
“Very good. That’s how it’ll work.” He sits down in his huge chair, making eye contact all the time. You can’t help but feel uncomfortable. “You’ll train with the other initiates until lunch. Then with me until dinner. That means…”
“I’ll have to train even harder.” You cut him off, shyly avoiding his gaze. Those blue eyes can make you melt, somehow you know that. “Four already told me that.”
“Great. Meet me here tomorrow after lunch. Don’t be late.”
“Maybe this opportunity isn’t a good thing for you.” Clary, your friend who came with you from Erudite is trying to change your mind. For two hours now. “Do you know Keenan? The Dauntless-born with green hair? He told me Eric punched his brother right in the face just because the man didn’t move out his way.”
“I’ll just move then.” A laugh escapes your lips. “The thing is: I never thought about leadership. Now that I actually have a chance, I’ll fight for it.”
“Eric is the bad guy, (Y/N). You need to understand that.” Clary makes you stop, right by the dormitory’s door. “He hanged five initiates over the chasm for something like disobeying his orders.”
“Clar, I’ll be fine. Let’s get some sleep because tomorrow will be a long day.”
Ignoring her response, you run the bathroom to take a shower before going to sleep.
“(Y/N), can I talk to you?” Four calls you when you successfully hit your target. You gladly run to meet him, standing away from everyone.
“Eric.” It’s cute to see that he cares. Four has been a great friend since you came here. “You don’t like following rules, but you have to do what he says.” He takes a look around, probably just checking if the initiates aren’t trying to kill each other. “He’s dangerous. I thought he wouldn’t agree training you so I’d do myself. But for some reason, he wants to keep his eyes on you.”
“Four, I’m thankful for your friendship and for your help. Clary wants me to give up because you know… It’s Eric. But I can handle it. I can handle him.” You give him a smile, kindly touching his arm. “I promise that I’ll tell you if anything happens.”
“I’ll be here for you, but I won’t be physically there to help you. You have to keep in mind that Eric is the bad…”
“(Y/N)!” You turn around quickly to face Eric, staring at you from the other side of the training room. “You’re fighting now.”
“See you around, Four.”
You take your time during lunch, enjoying the small talk with the other initiates. Clary keeps giving you tips on “how to deal with Eric Dauntless Leader Coulter”. When Four calls, you say goodbye to your friends, running to the leader’s office.
Guess what you see when you get there? The worst person of this cruel faction drinking coffee peacefully. You clean your throat after opening the door quietly, not wanting to bother him or something.
“No, I’m not. Four can prove it.” It comes out before you can think, and the image of your body hanging over the chasm fills your mind.
“Four. You like him.” It isn’t a question, but you don’t know why Eric is saying this. What Four has to do with this situation?
“Of course I do. We’re kinda friends.” You sit before him, playing with a black pen, pretending to draw on his desk. “He helps me. He actually helps everyone who needs him.”
“What about me?”
It does make you freeze. Eric’s icy eyes are locked on yours. You search on your memories for a reason. Since the first day, you’ve been trying your best and being successful. You know Eric pays a lot of attention to you, but that’s just because you’re good at what you do.
But that’s weird. What the hell he wants you to say?
“About you what?” You struggle, trying not to stutter.
“Four is your friend. What am I?”
“My leader. My instructor.” You take a deep breath, letting the pen fall from your fingers. “And everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
“Do you believe them?” Eric stands up, moving to sit on the chair beside you.
“I don’t know yet.”
“If you don’t give up I can show you that I’m more than a stereotype.”
“Why?” You can’t help but smile. Eric’s very handsome and it makes you blush. Trying to keep your heartbeat steady, you avoid his gaze.
“Because I kinda like you.” He imitates your tone when you were speaking about Four.
“Well, I can’t promise you anything.”
“Good thing I have time.” After giving you a smile that almost makes your heart melt, he goes back to his seat, grabbing a pile of papers. “Today we have paperwork.”
You’d complain, but somehow you want to spend all the time you can with him.
Request: Divergent imagine please? Reader is a badass leader/helps train initiates. Eric and reader have this mutual respect and are constantly flirting/sassing each other (shocks initiates after meeting eric first) and they finally get together? Love ur work
Warning: Mentions of sex.
A/N: Bruh, Eric. You’re the reason why I watched the movies ♥
It was the first official day of trainining the newcomers and you were, as always, a little bit late. It wasn’t your fault, no, it was Eric’s fault. He didn’t wake you up.
You entered the area and looked over to the initiates, everyone already warming up for a long day.
“What a nice surprise, [Y/N].” Eric’s voice was deep and amused, and you spared him an annoyed glance before putting on a sweet fake-smile.
“Aw, can’t I visit my favourite leader to help him out with the dauntless wannabes?”
He chuckled. “You came because it’s your job.”
“I came for that ass.” You slapped his ass and grinned when the initiates gasped and murmured among themselves. “It’s a fine ass. But I actually came to help you to train the initiates.”
“You’re late.” He grinned, this teeth clearly showing. That Bastard, you thought.
“Oh, I wonder why… Ah right, had an okay-night with someone. Didn’t wake me up- what an ass.”
“Hm, heard he was more than okay.” Eric stepped towards you and placed his hand on your hip to pull you to him, a naughty smirk graced his lips. “At least, your screams told me that otherwise.”
“Okay, it had been a good night, a hell of a ride, but you know what.” You slipped out of his grasp and turned to the initiates. “Next time I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“Be my girl.” Eric demanded suddenly, in mid of a training session, and you frowned.
“I’m no one’s girl, Eric. Especially not yours.”
“You’re right, you’re not to be owned by someone. Buy, maybe, just maybe, you’d like to go out with me? On a real date? Maybe, I can change your mind and make you mine.” He said, his facial expression soft, and he took your hand into his, a gesture that never happened before in public.
“That would mean you’d be mine, too.” Something, a strange fluttering feeling in your stomach told you Eric meant what he’d said.
“Oh, you already have me in your hands.”
You shook your head in disbelieve but smiled. “Is that so?”
He leaned towards you and pressed his lips against yours, tenderly and then fiercely to give the newcomers a good show.
Honestly all of you guys who reblog and like my posts make my day! I think I’ve fallen inlove with creating Eric in a different mindset then just being a straight up asshole. I feel like he would be the kind of person to be a hardass to everyone and sometimes to the reader, but in private he would be the type to drop the asshole persona.
She was tired and moody, this morning mother nature had decided to pay her a visit and a damn initiate decided to challenge her once again. It seemed that the initiates this year were brave and cocky. For some unforeseen reason they thought she was an easier target. Yet, time and time again she had proved them wrong, but they still came back for more. She leaned against the wall tiredly, when she saw that the hallway was empty. She stood up straighter when she heard heavy footsteps, coming from behind her.
“Y/N, what the hell are you doing. We have a meeting in five and you have me walking around the whole fucking compound looking for you,” She heard Eric’s snide voice from behind her. “Hurry your ass up!”
She rolled her eyes, stifling a yawn wishing that she had decided to deny the leadership role like Four had done. “I didn’t ask you to.” She fell into step beside him, accidentally brushing his shoulder. She felt the urge to yawn again, but she didn’t want to hear Eric’s nagging voice.
“Y/N!” She stopped turning to look at the black haired male. “Where are you off- Eric..” She turned back to Eric only to see a pissed off look on his face. Being the asshole that he was Eric stood behind her, glaring down at her black haired friend. “I was just wondering if you can reschedule your tattoo appointment to tomorrow evening.”
“Shit, I totally forgot about my appointment. But yeah, tomorrow at seven?” She asked while he nodded. “Okay it’s a date, I really have to go.” She rushed out feeling Eric’s angry gaze on the back of her head. She didn’t notice her friend’s surprised face, because she turned back to Eric grasping his meaty arm pulling him towards the meeting room.
Y/N yawned again while Eric gazed at her. She was one of the few people that he tolerated, and he didn’t want to admit to himself that it bothered him when she said it’s a date. Sure, she was attractive, even more so since she always stood up and never took his shit seriously. But he had never realized how much he was attracted to her.
“How is the training with the initiates going,” Eric brought his attention back to Max while he eyed both her and himself.
“They are courageous, yet cocky. They seem to think that they are better than Four, even as we knock them down time and time again. It’s taking sometime to break them, but it’s not impossible and we are only a week behind schedule,” She spoke clenching her fists tightly.
“I have no doubt that you and Four will break them. How are the strategist coming into play,” Max wrote something in his tablet.
Eric watched her E/C eyes light up, while he listened to her absentmindedly. He watched the way her hands moved excitedly as she described her strategies. He wanted to reach forward and brush away the few strands of her H/C hair that fell from her loose bun.
“Eric?” He blinked a few times, before turning to look at Max. “What’s your input?”
He knew he fucked up, he hadn’t heard a word she said, because he was too busy paying attention to her and not what she was saying. “She’s good with strategy. I don’t anything wrong with it.”
Her eyes shot over to him in surprise, before nodding stiffly in thanks. “Alright. Everyone’s dismissed.”
Eric waited for everyone to clear out before he pulled her aside. “Tell me your strategy again. I wasn’t paying attention.”
She pulled her arm away from him. “So basically you were just spouting bullshit about me being good with strategy. Figures. You know what Eric, I’m not really into explaining it again so you can ask me again tomorrow. Goodnight.” She turned away from him, before flipping him off over her shoulder. He watched her go, noticing the sway of her hip. Eric clenched his fists when he felt the urge to run his hands over her ass.
“I swear Four, if they keep testing me I’m going to put them in the infirmary,” Eric listened in on Y/N and Four’s conversation. “Cara asked me to chill out this year with the initiates, you know how she is.”
“Actually I don’t because I’m not the one that used to put initiates in the infirmary,” Four gave her a small grin, before turning his attention back to the initiates. “Maybe that’s what this bunch needs, even when you keep kicking their asses they don’t seem like they’ll respect you, regardless if your a leader.”
Eric moved closer to the pair, brushing against Y/N. He smirked when he saw her shiver slightly. “What do you think?” She looked up at him, it was one of the things he learned to like about her. She always asked him, no matter if she was pissed off at him or he was pissed off at her.
“It would be interesting. Pick the one who always gives you shit,” He shrugged. “Initiates get your asses around the mat.” He gestured for her to take control.
She grinned up at him, before looking at each of the initiates. She stopped at a blond haired kid, who was smirking at her. “Blake.. Since you won the last three against your competitors you will choose who you want to fight next.” Blake grinned at her, before his eyes skimmed lazily over her form.
“You. I wanna fight you.” Eric’s eyes widened slightly at the balls on this kid. Y/N at first glance looked weak, but Eric and Four learned the hard way that she was anything but weak. She had the ability to see every weakness and use it against her opponent. What she lacked in strength she made up for it with her agility and stamina.
She smiled sweetly at the kid, “Alright.” Eric coughed out a laugh. The kid had fallen right into her plan. She took off her boots, going to stand in the middle observing her opponent. “Coulter! Mind telling the rules.”
“First one to get knocked out loses or we can go with first blood,” Eric leaned against the mat, eyeing her. “Up to you..”
“I love first blood, but I think I’ll go with the first option. Four you’re on standby” She smiled down at him, before her body relaxed. “At your call Coulter.”
He felt a surge of pride flow through him, “Fight!”
Eric watched as she lazily eyed the kid. Blake rushed at her, at which she turned slamming her foot into his face. Eric grinned seeing the blood gushing out of his nose. “C’mon, you wanted a fight. You got me all excited.” She taunted him, only to grin when she saw him charging at her. She ducked under him, propelling herself up onto his back jabbing her hand into his neck. “You give?”
“No,” Blake choked out, trying to get her off of his back. She rolled her eyes, using her body weight bringing them down, before she tossed him across the mat. “I want a fight!”
Blake got up wiping the blood from his face. Y/N smirked, “You want a fight. I’ll bring a war.” She charged at him, kicking his legs out from underneath him, before she grasped both of his arms. “You challenge me and my authority daily. I’ve been trying to mellow out but you fuckers keep pushing me towards the edge.” Blake whimpered below her, when she pulled his arms tighter. “So, the next one to disobey me and challenge me again will end up with two dislocated shoulders.” Y/N grasped Blake right arm dislocating his shoulder. She cut off Blake’s scream with a single punch to his face. Eric grinned at her when she turned glaring down at the rest of the initiates, “Do you weaklings understand that?”
Eric watched in amusement when they all nodded dumbly at her. “Great, you’re all dismissed.” They moved around her, eyeing her wearily. “Eric mind handing me my boots?” He grasped her boots scooting while she scooted towards the edge. She grinned at Four while he rested his hand on her shoulder. “You taking him to the infirmary?” The stiff nodded, hauling the kid up.
“You did good Y/N,” Eric set his hand on her thigh. “It’s hot watching you kick people’s asses.” He ran his hand down to her leg. “Do you want to get a drink with me?”
Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, “What are you playing at?”
Eric sighed leaning against the mat, he wasn’t good at this. Usually he would ask and the girls would agree without hesitation. “You’ve been on my mind and I decided to act on it. So is it a yes or no?”
She shrugged pulling on her boots. “Sure, but I have my tattoo appointment in fifteen unless you want to come with me then we can get a drink?”
“Thanks Derek,” Eric watched her smile at the dark haired male. The guy eyed Eric back, before smiling down at Y/N. “I’ll talk to you later.” She glanced up at Eric, before turning to leave the small shop. “So, uhm-”
Eric put his arm around her shoulder leading her towards his compartment. “I figured we could have some privacy.” He opened the door for her while she stepped inside. “Sorry about the mess.”
“Mess right,” She joked looking around the clean room. “If this your idea of a mess, I’d hate to see when you would call something filthy.” She glanced at the few shirts that were tossed into the chair. She looked back at him, frowning slightly when she noticed how uptight he was. He moved away from the door, heading towards his small fridge, pulling out a few beers. He opened her’s before handing it to her.
Eric leaned against the counter, “I’m not used to the whole talking ordeal.” He downed the beer trying to ease the nerves that he felt.
She shrugged understanding. “You have any cards,” she asked moving to sit on the counter next to him. He nodded grabbing the pack, tossing them at her. “Alright, let’s make this interesting. I win, I get whatever I want from you and if you win then you can choose whatever you want from me. Deal?”
He grinned back, pulling up a stool. Regardless of whatever game they played he knew that she would most likely win, no matter if he used to be from Erudite. She was extremely good at strategies.
“I win,” Eric grinned at her setting his cards down. “So I get anything I want from you?”
She shuffled the cards again, “Those were the terms. Anything you want.”
He grasped the cards from her, moving to stand in between her legs. Eric put his hand on her cheek, pulling her closer so their lips almost met. “I want a massage.”
Y/N laughed, bumping her head against his. “Deal.”
He moved back while she jumped down from the counter gesturing for him to lead the way. He led her into his neat bedroom, before pulling off his shirt. “Focus on my shoulders,” Eric mumbled before laying down. He heard her laugh again, before he felt the bed dip and weight settle on his lower back.
She dug her fingers into his muscles and he had to bite his sheets to keep himself from groaning out in pleasure. Her hands were surprisingly soft with small callouses here and there, but he loved how cool they were against his skin. He turned holding her so that she was still straddling him. She tensed slightly before raising an eyebrow at him.
Y/N raised herself up slightly, reaching towards his shoulders again. He closed his eyes when her fingers massaged his tense muscles. A shiver ran through his body when she ran her hands over his pecs. He found his hands gripping her waist tightly before he flipped them so she was laying beneath him. “This is not a massage Eric,” She grinned up at him, while he grinned back.
Eric leaned down, capturing her plump lips into a searing kiss. She whimpered slightly as he bit her lip, causing her to arch into him, while he ran his hands up her legs. He pulled back smirking down at her, “Stay with me tonight.”
Y/N bit her lip, he leaned down to kiss her again. She hoped that she wouldn’t have a nightmare tonight, before she was distracted by Eric’s skillful lips.
Y/N woke up, trying to remember where the hell she was. She moved to sit up, but a beefy pale arm held her down. She froze slightly when she trailed her eyes up, seeing Eric’s face sleeping soundly beside her. She moved soundlessly trying her hardest not to wake him up, once she was out of his bed, she grabbed all of her clothes throwing them all on before dashing out of his compartment.
Y/N was late. She sprinted to her compartment showering quickly before throwing on her workout clothes. She wrapped her hair into a bun, before sprinting to the training rooms only to see Four already stretching, maybe she wasn’t that late. She jogged over to Four, sitting beside him beginning her own stretches.
“You’re late.” Four grimaced while he held a hand down to her. He stared at her neck, rolling his eyes grinning slightly. “Now I know why.”
Her fingers probed her neck slightly, remembering Eric had left a mark from last night. Deep down she was embarrassed, but she shrugged grinning cockly at Four. “So we can skip the morning run?”
“Nope, let’s go,” Four pushed her slightly before she huffed dropping the cocky grin.
She started jogging falling into step beside Four, with her legs protesting at the extra exercise. “Four I’m going to kill you,” She huffed pushing past her jelly filled legs. She stopped leaning against the column, “Give me a second.”
Four smirked while she flipped him off. “C’mon, we can skip today. It seems you’ve already gotten way more exercise than usual.”
Y/N was sharpening the knives when the door banged open and a pissed off Eric stormed it. She went back to sharpening the knives, before the angry man leaned on the table beside her, she could feel the anger vibrating off of him in waves.
“Spit it out, get it over with,” She murmured not satisfied with the sharpness of the tool. He grabbed the knife from her hands flinging it at the wood, glaring down at her. “Impressive shot, but a little to the left and-”
“You left. Why,” Eric growled out through clenched teeth, staring (more like glaring) down at her.
“I had to get my morning workout in. Then I had to prepare for the initiates. I didn’t have the luxury to sleep in,” Y/N shrugged, grabbing another knife to sharpen.
“You’re a leader… you can choose. You’re a coward Y/N, you left because you were scared.” Eric hissed moving away from her, clenching his fists.
She rolled her eyes. “Totally, I’m a coward for doing my job. I’m not scared, if I was then I wouldn’t have went to your compartment.” She grasped his arm, pulling him towards her. “If I was a coward, I would’ve covered up your marks you dumbass.”
Eric grasped her chin, looking at her neck. He brushed his fingers against the marks, grinning slightly. He grabbed the knife she held throwing it back to the wood. “You’re right, I just wanted to see your reaction.”
“Asshole. So, what are we? Fuck friends,” Y/N smirked pulling her face away from his hands.
“If that’s what you want,” Eric rested his hands on her hips, before he trailed his fingers down her legs, wrapping her legs around him so she was pressed against him.
“I wouldn’t mind,” Y/N shrugged wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “So is where we also see other peo-”
He growled slightly, squeezing her thighs and burying his face into her neck. “I don’t share.”
“Neither do I,” She laughed when he brushed his lips against her sweet spot.
*Four months later*
“Stay,” Eric wrapped his arms around her, he had been asking her for months now yet she always refused. “Y/N c’mon let’s just sleep.”
“Eric, c’mon let go.” She weakly fought against him.
“Why don’t you want to stay? Fuck Y/N,” Eric let her go, sitting up watching her pull her clothes on. She sighed sitting back on the bed, while he moved closer kissing her shoulder. “What are you so nervous about? Are you embarrassed?” He moved back, while everything started to fall into place.
“Why the hell would I be embarrassed? Who gives a fuck what other people think?” She hissed laying back down on the bed.
“Then what the fuck is up with you.” Eric scowled at the ceiling.
She put her arm over her eyes, biting her lip. “I have nightmares Eric. I didn’t want you to see my weakness. That’s why I’ve been avoiding staying over.”
Eric moved so that he was laying on his side looking at her. He grasped her waist pulling her into him. He held her tightly, breathing in her scent. The possessive side of him, grinned at the fact that she smelled of him. “You don’t have to be ashamed of things that aren’t in your control.” She sighed softly, burrowing closer to him.
One thing he loved more than anything was moments like these, where it was just him and her. In his room he was able to be somewhat vulnerable around her, but they still kept their professionalism. Eric wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, but she was one of his fears. He often feared that she would find someone better, nicer and more open than he was. To others it may have been a pansy weakness but to him it was something he never wanted to come true. She had managed to worm her way into his heart and he wasn’t going to lose her. Eric kissed her hair, holding her tightly.
“What are we Eric,” He heard her mumble out while she intertwined her legs with his. “This feels like so much more than fuck friends.”
“I’m all yours if you’re all mine,” Eric smirked running his fingers along her exposed flesh. She looked up at him, grinning slightly before moving so that she was straddling him.
you were mid conversation with Eric when someone tapped you on the shoulder. the girl was about your size, “you. me. fighting ring.” she stated.
Eric rolled his eyes. “she will not be joining you in the ring.” he stated.
“and why is that?” the girl glared at him.
“because you are bellow her and if you get in that ring with her you will be leaving on a stretcher.” Eric said, “now leave. and dont be this stupid again or i’ll have to show you the consequences of idiocy.”
Imagine: Being on Eric’s team for capture the flag during initiation…
The train rumbled steadily along the tracks, as the sky outside darkened. Not more than 15 minutes ago, we were being yelled at by Eric to put on vests and jump on the train, with the threat of being cut if we missed ‘war games’. I guessed it was probably a team game or something, with some sort of crazy Dauntless twist.
“Alright everyone! Listen up!”
“The game is simple, it’s like capture the flag,” Four’s voice boomed through the train compartment, forcing me to turn around and listen.
I watch as Eric picks a gun, holds it up, and then proceeds to shoot one of the other initiates in the leg, after she had whispered something to her friend. She collapsed to the ground and sweared in an almost comedic way, and I might’ve laughed had I been able to focus on something other than the pain this dart could cause. Were they trying to kill us?
Eric started to explain the gun, which was designed to ‘simulate the pain of real gunshot’. When he started to explain the rules though, I kind of tuned out. My mind was racing so fast I couldn’t even listen, and I wondered if anyone else could hear my heart, beating with adrenaline.
“… Two teams, Four and I are captains.”
Before Four could even open his mouth, Eric spoke again.
It’s almost midnight, but you aren’t tired. When you order another piece of cake, Jason, a guy who has been a fellow initiate, sits beside you. You keep quiet, eating and laughing at Kevin’s jokes, the man who’s working at the bar.
“This one was great, right, (Y/N)?”
“One of your best, K.” You admit.
“I haven’t seen you around lately.”
You look at Jason with a small fake smile. “I’ve been busy.”
“Leadership, I know. And there comes another one.” He tilts his head to the other side of the small bar, to Eric, your lovely coworker. He sits away from you, well, he rather stays away from anyone.
“Yeah,” you say, trying to make him see that you don’t wanna talk. You heard about Jason. Always mean and cruel. Not that different from Eric, you’re aware, but Jason was a shameful fighter. You were feeling sick just to hear him breathe.
“Where you’re living now?”
“Where the leaders use to live.” It’s Eric who answers. You look at him, with a confused expression on your face. You didn’t know he was paying attention.
“Wasn’t talking to you.”
“You can take his answer as mine.”
“I thought you didn’t need someone to talk for you, (Y/N).” Jason’s smile makes you push away your piece of cake and get up.
“I rather not to talk to you.”
“Why? We have nothing to lose. I’m single and so are you. And we’re in the best place in the world”
“Are you crazy?” You turn to him again, with both your hands on your hips.
“What’s wrong with you? You’re Dauntless now. What’s wrong with a one night stand?”
“Being Dauntless doesn’t mean she has to be stupid like you.” Eric stands up and speaks before I can even think of a good answer.
“Excuse me?” You whisper to him.
“Shut up, let me deal with him,” Eric whispers back. You gasp in shock. What’s happening with him?
“Why is he defending you?” Jason stands up too, and you feel the tension between the men.
“I don’t know. Now, kids, go to sleep.”
“Sure. My offer is up if you want.”
“She won’t be your one night stand.” The anger on Eric’s voice makes you grab his arm and pull him out the bar.
You don’t care about what’s wrong with Eric tonight, but you don’t want any problems. You let him go as soon as you’re out, but he keeps following you through the compound. Both of you live on the same corridor, but your apartment is slightly far from his. You stop next to your door and turn on your heels to face Eric.
“Tell me what the hell was that, would you?”
“Jason has caused enough problems. And I heard he impregnated a girl who’s raising the kid alone. I don’t want this for you.” Eric sounds weird. A weight on his voice, something you never heard before.
“Why do you even care? You insult me and shout at me whenever you can. Why do you care now? ” You try your best to stay still and don’t let him notice that your hopes are getting high. Since your initiation, you’re completely in love with the bastard, even though he has many flaws you can’t stand. But you also try to keep both feet on the ground.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t care. You didn’t even say thank you.” He looks at the ground and then turns to leave, but you won’t let him go without an explanation. No one, not even Eric, is allowed to mess with your life and leave like it was nothing. You walk fast until you’re before him, staring into those icy blue eyes.
“Thank you,” you whisper. You never had the chance to stay that close to him, and to be honest, the man is even more handsome than you thought. You lose your breath for a second.
“You’re welcome. Will you let me go now? ”
“What do you want?”
“Sorry.” You gather all the courage you have and pull him to you by the collar of his coat.
Kissing Eric is an old fantasy, and right now, you couldn’t let the chance slip through your fingers. You kiss him quickly, pulling away before he gets mad.
“Sorry.” You mutter again.
He smiles at you, amused, and you look down.
“That was interesting,” Eric says before leaning close and capturing you in a slowly kiss, something you never expected from him since he was all about roughness. After a while, you both pull away to breathe, but he keeps you close.
“Well, that was interesting. You were jealous.” You whisper, a small smile on your lips.
“Yes. That guy will never get anywhere near you again.”
Accidentally being pushed into Eric’s lap in the middle of the cafeteria.
This can be read as a standalone imagine, or as a part of a series: Part 1
You run your hand through your hair as you walk
across the cafeteria after a long day of work. Some people give you nods of
greeting while others cower away, being a Dauntless leader meant that you were
well respected, but at the same time you evoked a sense of fear with many
members of you faction.
To most people in the room Eric would have looked like he always did. Angry, annoyed with a hint of his sadistic nature underneath. All of it was true of course but right now he was furious.
You could see it in the way that his head shifted, just slightly to the side his eyes intently fixed on you. There was a whole storm raging behind his eyes, one that he could very good. It wasn’t easy to break through this facade but right now it was slowly crumbling.
“…right? What do you think?”
“Think that is a good idea?”
You hadn’t listened at all while you were looking at Eric on the other table. No clue what he had just said but he obviously wanted an answer.
“You know what Mark, I think that’s an excellent idea.”
The poor guy didn’t even try to flirt with you, all he wanted was some training advice. He was probably unaware that Eric was plotting his murder right at this moment. It was definitely time to put an end to that. No murders on your watch.
“Will you excuse me for a bit?”
“Yeah, yeah sure thanks for the help!”
You walk over to Eric, sit down in his lap without a word and put your hands behind his back. He raises his eyebrow, giving you a doubtful look but shifts a little to the side to give you more room and puts his hands on your hips.
“Someone’s jealous.” You smirk at him, feeling how his hands grab your hips tighter.
“I have absolutely no reason to be jealous.”
“Really? Then tell me you were not just thinking of breaking his arm.”
“No.” A quick look at the other table before he turns to you again, “His legs.”
“Oh come on Eric, leave the poor guy alone he’s a real sweetheart.”
“You know…” Eric stands up with his hands holding you in place. You wrap your legs around him and hold onto him tighter, “…sweet guys don’t last here very long.”
“But.” Throwing you up in the air a bit, he grabs your waist and puts you over his shoulder to carry you out, “Maybe you can sway my resolve to kick his ass a bit, if you’re being extremely nice and all.”