guess who's still not over the series finale

GUESS WHO JUST DIED 

ahhh the day finally came huh, it sucks that i just found out that kuroko  existed last year ( that and my tablet broke )  this has been one of the  series  i really enjoy ( and have been able to catch up to ) and though there is still another ep that is supposed to come out in a few months, I just feel really sad that it’s over :’(   ( but this does not mean that I  will stop drawing them bc they are all too precious, seriously )

Sweater Weather pt.2

Originally posted by ill-lightyourfiretillmylastday

Pairing: Eric x female!reader
Prompt: Following the events of sweater weather, Eric and the readers relationship becomes tense and they both struggle to come to terms with how they feel
Fandom: Divergent series
Word count: 5282
Warning: Smut, language, unprotected sex (this is fiction people, be safe in real life)

Part 1

A/N: Yay it’s finally done! Sorry for the lateness I just really struggled with this one for some reason. I couldn’t tell if I like where the plot was going or not, I still can’t tell. Anyways, hopefully the Smut makes up for how late it is. This is the first time I’ve written smut and I’m nervous as hell, I can’t tell if it cheesy, or too much, or too little. I hope you guys enjoy, feedback would really mean a lot to me on this one so let me know what you think!


Two weeks had passed since Eric and yours encounter and things where odd between the two of you. You were almost convinced that Eric was bipolar. One second he was all over you hugging and kissing then the next he was acting as if nothing happened. It was confusing and almost like living with two different people. But as more time passed the more closed off he would get only trying to initiate affection every once in awhile when you weren’t paying attention. It was weird and awkward at times and you almost wish that nothing had happened in the first.

You hated it sometimes when at night he would crawl into bed with you, not because you didn’t enjoy being close to him but because you knew that he would be gone when you woke up. The worst part was when he brought girls home sometimes. It had happened before, hell you had walked in on him going at it once but now it was different. Now you couldn’t help the gut-curdling jealousy that would course through you.

You let yourself into the apartment still shivering with how freezing the compound was, thankful that the apartment finally had heat. You took your coat and boots off and made your way into the kitchen. You heard laughter as you neared the doorway. You knew exactly what you were going to see the moment you rounded the corner. You knew you would see Eric and whatever loose girl he found in the pit. You knew he would have that panty dropping smile on his face and that oh so charming tone of voice. You hesitated for a second trying to prepare yourself for the sight, you could already hear the girls obnoxious giggles. Feeling half tempted to turn around the growling of your empty stomach convinced you otherwise.

Upon entering the kitchen, you saw the girl sitting on the counter drinking the fruitiest cocktail you had ever seen. Eric was cooking, which was a shock to you, he must really want to get into the girls pants or, in this case, mini skirt. He turned to glanced at you impassively and the girl looked at you in confusion.

“Oooh, you must be the roommate!” She said, her voice sounding shockingly high pitched. You plastered a polite smile on your face and nodded.

“Yup… That’s me.” She gave another giggle and glanced over to Eric.

“Eric was telling me all about your guys relationship, you seem like such a great friend!” You tried not to flinch at the word friend but that was the reality of it, Eric and you were nothing but friends. Even despite about a week worth of sharing a bed and the heated make out sessions in between. Eric makes it quite clear with the countless girls and his sometimes sour attitude.

You faked a smiled at the girl as she continued to ramble on to Eric about a dream she had the night before. You could feel your IQ dropping the longer she talked and you shook your head. You began to make yourself a sandwich trying your best to just pretend that you weren’t a part of the situation.

You couldn’t help but glance over at Eric who was leaning against the counter a few feet away from you. The look on his face was something between distaste and a plea for help as he ‘listened’ to his date chatter on. You simply rolled your eyes at him, not feeling the least bit of sympathy for him. His date didn’t seem the least bit bothered the fact that he could obviously care less about what she was jabbering about.

You finished making your food and then left the kitchen settling in the living room to eat. You had maybe twenty minutes of peace and quiet before Eric came out of the kitchen and the girl followed after him in her high heels. She had another drink in her hands and she appeared to still be talking.

They settled on the couch and the girl all but sat in his lap, curling up on the couch next to him. You internally groaned and wished that he, at least, had the decency to take her to his room.  You tried to ignore the two as you continued to watch the TV.

The date finally stood up, her skirt having ridden up enough to practically show her entire ass, she excused herself to the ‘little girls room’.

You looked at Eric with an eyebrow raised, “Real winner you got there, buddy.”

He sighed and raked a hand over his face. “She won’t. Stop. Talking.”

“Maybe she is as willing to open her legs as she is her mouth.” You quipped before standing up and dropping your dishes in the sink. It was on your way back to your room that you bumped into the girl on her way back to the living room.

“How do you do it?” She whispered to you.

“Do what?”

“Live with him and not want to constantly jump his bones?” She giggled back as if it was obvious.

“Good night…” Was all you said, painting a false smile on your lips.

She started laughing again. “Oh I see how it is, we’ll try and keep it down.”

“That would be appreciated,” You muttered shortly before slipping into your bedroom and slamming the door in her face.

As it turned out she was a liar, about an hour later as you lounged across your bed you heard her giggling again. You rolled your eyes and prayed that it would stop, and it did, only to be replaced with moaning and the sound of the couch creaking. You groaned and rolled away from the direction of the door, not that it helped.

The girl gradually got louder and you could have sworn that you heard Eric muttering to her. You could feel the nauseating jealousy returning to you, it was like he was just rubbing it in your face that the two of you would never be. After a while, the girl finally lets out a final scream and then it was quiet.

You could hear him kicking her out and you just laid there staring at the ceiling wishing that the jealousy would go away. The sound of the shower starting on the other side of the apartment vibrated through the walls and you tried to push the last few hours since you got home out of your mind.

About an hour later, long after the shower had shut off and sleep started to fog your mind, you heard the sound of your door open. You knew the only person it could be was Eric but you still wished that it would be someone else.

You felt him lay down on the bed and you squeezed your eyes shut just wanting him to disappear.

“Are you asleep?” He muttered quietly.

“Get. Out.” You snapped back.

“…What?” You pushed yourself into a sitting position and turned to face him.

“You heard me, Eric… Get out.” Your voice was stiff.

“Did I do something wrong?” He looked genuinely confused and you wanted to scream.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” You shouted he threw his hands up in response.

“You wanna know what you did wrong Eric? You crawled into my bed and kissed me two weeks ago, That’s what you did wrong!” You felt your voice break towards the end of your sentence and you just wished he would make it easy on you. He didn’t, of course, he didn’t.

“Last I checked you were pretty okay with me doing that!” He shouted back.

“Just get out Eric, I’m not doing this with you.” You said sounding exasperated.

“No, I want to know what the issue is!”

“The issue is that you think it’s okay to sleep with me at night and the wake up the next day and bring your date home and fuck her literally about 40 feet away from me! That’s the issue!”

“I’ve brought home girls before and you’ve never cared!” He yelled back and you seriously wondered if he was losing his mind, how could he not see the problem?

“Yeah then I didn’t, but it’s different now…”

“Why… why is it different? Because we are messing around? We aren’t dating ____.” You flinched this time at his words, why did you even bother?

“Yeah I know we aren’t Eric, trust me I know…. Just get out.” You knew for a fact that you sounded weak as you faced away from him but he said nothing. You could hear him turn around, you jumped up and moved towards your drawer.

“Eric?” You heard his footsteps pause, you pulled his shirt out and turned to throw it at him. “Take that with you.”

He caught it and looked down at the fabric with an unreadable expression.

“I thought I told you to keep it…” He said quietly

“You did…” Was all you said softly before settling back into the bed and turning your light off. He left wordlessly after that and you tried to ignore the sadness and anger that still churned inside you.

The next morning neither of you had to work and you tried your best to stay in your room as much as possible but you eventually grew stir crazy and hungry. You made your way to the kitchen the cold air nipping at your face. Eric was in the kitchen when you entered and you tried to ignore him as you put a pot of coffee on.

“I want to talk about it…” He said breaking the silence, you could feel him staring holes into your back.

“There isn’t anything to talk about.” You said back not wanting to have this conversation.

“Yes, there is, what was that last night?” You could tell he wasn’t going to let you off the hook so you just faked a smile as you turned around.

“It was nothing… I don’t know what my issue was okay? Let’s just forget that anything happened.” You said wishing he would stop looking at you with that pensive expression.

He finally sighed and scratched the back of his head unsure of what to do.

“Yeah… I guess that’s fine…” He said still confused.

“Awesome…” You said in a fake tone of happiness.

“Is it okay if Lindsey comes over tonight?” He said hesitantly.

“Who?” You asked with a frown.

“You know Lindsey…. The blond?” He said trying to jog your memory.

“The one from last night?”

“Yeah, her.”

“Wow a second date, things must be getting serious.” You teased trying to hide your hurt feelings. He made a noise of distaste at that.

“Yeah no problem, Eric… I think I’m going to crash at Zeke’s place tonight anyways..” You said, turning your attention to the coffee brewing.

“You don’t have to do that…” He commented.

“I know.” You assured before disappearing into your room for the rest of the day before going over to Zeke and Uriah’s apartment.


Things were different between you and Eric, you didn’t want to face him half the time and you knew he could sense something was wrong. But that was the issue, as smart as Eric could be, he was a total idiot when it came to romance or relationships or whatever it was that was going on between you two. All he knew how to do was hook up and then move on the next girl.

It was around day three of you and Eric all but avoiding each other that you were approached by a coworker while typing away at your desk. He was friendly, a little too much for your liking but still, after the shitty few day you had been having it was nice to chat with him. It was near the end of your conversation that he asked you out. You had seen it coming honestly, he had asked a few times before and you always denied.

But in that moment as you thought about the weirdness that surrounded you and your roommate you couldn’t help but say yes. You ended up going on a few dates with him. He was a sweet guy, but there was just something wrong.

It was the fact that he wasn’t Eric, that’s what was wrong. He was too sweet and caring, to concerned about your well being. His sense of humor wasn’t sadistic or cruel, his morals, actually the fact that he had a solid set of morals just proved that.

His hair wasn’t the right shade of blond and his eyes weren’t shockingly gray, his body type was less stocky and more lean. Everything about him was a constant reminder of what, better yet who, slipped through your fingers. You knew it was wrong to lead him on but he was the perfect distraction at times.

It was Friday night and you wandered around the empty apartment getting ready for a date. You didn’t want to go but you didn’t want to stay in the apartment either, especially after Eric had announced that Lindsey was coming over yet again. Eric was currently nowhere to be seen and you couldn’t tell if that made you fell relieved or sad.

You had no idea where he was and you tried to push any and every thought of him out of your head as you slipped on some jewelry. You were about to settle on the couch and wait when you heard a knock on the door. Your date stood on the other side with a small bouquet of flowers, you plastered yet another fake smile as you let him in. You took the bundle of flowers from him, trying your best to not grimace at his sickeningly sweet smile.

The two of you were supposed to go out to eat later on but you both settled on the couch for a few minutes, after you put the flowers in a vase.

You don’t really remember what built up to you ending up straddling him as he shoving his tongue down your throat, all conversation having quickly flown out the window.

His lips were too soft, his touch too gentle. He held you as if you were made of glass and you quickly grew irritated deepening the kiss.

The two of you stayed tangled together for a while until you heard the apartment door open and slam shut. You jumped slightly and your dates grip on your ass tightened slightly. You looked over your shoulder to see Eric standing at the door staring at the two of you with an unreadable expression.

“Can I talk to you?” He finally said stiffly.

“Little busy here.” You growled back, agitated.

“Yeah I can tell.” He said sending a pointed glare to the man underneath you.

You glanced back to your date apologetically and you were shocked to see his wide-eyed, nervous gaze.

“That’s your roommate?” His voice sounded shaky as he stared back at Eric fearfully.

“Didn’t I tell you that?”

“You said you lived with an Eric… Not the Eric…” He commented back.

“Right well… I’ll be right back.” You said still shocked by his fear, granted Eric was a scary dude at times but didn’t expect this reaction. You slid off his lap and pretended not to notice the small tent in his pants, Eric, on the other hand, clutched his fist at the sight.

You made your way into the kitchen and Eric followed closely behind you.

“What the fuck was that?!” He hissed at you the moment you were alone.

“What?” You said, confusion written across your face.

“Why is he here?” Eric simply demanded skipping over your question.

“Because we are about to go on a date… What is the issue?” You said regarding him cautiously.

“Really with him?” Eric said with an arched eyebrow,

“Yeah Eric, with him. What the fuck do you care?” You snapped confused to his weird behavior.

“Just think you can do better…” He said casually with a shrug.

“What are you jealous?!” You growled, still confused on what his issue was.  It was only as he clutched his fist at your last question did you realize the situation.

“Oh my god you’re jealous!” You said with a humorless laugh.

“So what if I am?” He snapped back.

“You’re not allowed to be jealous Eric, you said it yourself before, we aren’t dating.” Eric said nothing in reply and simply glared at you.

“Whatever I don’t have time for this.” You quipped brushing past him. You date was still sitting on the couch awkwardly waiting. He smiled as you entered and stood up.

“Hey just let me run to the bathroom then we can go.” You said sweetly. He nodded and then tensed as he looked at something behind you.

You didn’t have to turn to know it was Eric. You glanced back at him and narrowed your eyes.

“Don’t.” Was all you said, you didn’t trust leaving the two men alone. You disappeared into the back of the apartment and prayed Eric wouldn’t do anything stupid.

While you were in the bathroom you heard a small crash followed by the slamming of a door and you were quick to finish and rush out. The living room was empty and you found Eric mixing a drink in the kitchen.

“What did you do!” You bristled upon entering.

“Nothing…”

“Bullshit.” You snapped back, Eric gave you an innocent shrug before returning to his drink.

“I just ‘suggested’ he leave.” He said casually.

“Are you kidding me, Why would you do that?!” He said nothing to you and you felt your anger rise.

“Aren’t you supposed to be out with your little girlfriend or something?” You tried again.

“I was…”

“Then why are you here ruining my night.”

“I broke up with her…” Eric said quietly.

“Why? Did she stop putting out?” You growled trying to pretend that part of you didn’t feel satisfied to hear the news.

“No, that wasn’t the issue…”

“Then what was? You tied to stubbly pry for information.

“She wasn’t the girl I wanted to be with.” You flattered for a second as you realized what he was insinuating.

“Don’t say stuff like that to me, Eric.” You said stiffly before walking out of the kitchen and back into the living room.

It was only in the living Room that you discovered that the crash you had heard was from the vase of flowers being pushed off the table. You sighed as you crouched down and worked on picking up shards of glass.

“You can do better than a guy like him.” You heard Eric repeat softly to you as he watched you clean up the mess you assumed he made.

“Oh yeah? With who, You?” You snapped, not looking at him.

“You can defiantly do better than a guy like me.” his tone was quiet and you almost didn’t hear him.

You didn’t turn around as you worked on cleaning the glass you didn’t want to face him, you couldn’t. So lost in thought and trying to pull yourself away from the situation you didn’t pay any attention to the shards in your hands. You sliced open your pointer finger and you sucked in a sharp gasp of pain, cursing under your breath.

You pushed yourself from the floor and abandoned the mess, your finger wasn’t cut too bad but it just seemed to add to a list of reasons why today sucked. Eric blocked you from entering the kitchen and you groaned in frustration.

“Eric move… please.” You all but whined, you just wanted him to go away.

He gripped your hand and brought the cut up to his mouth. You faked a grimace as he sucked the blood from your fingertip.

“Stop.” You said halfheartedly trying to pull away. You didn’t want him to stop or to let go of you but the longer he held your hand the less angry you felt. You didn’t want to lose that anger because it was the main thing stopping you from completely throwing yourself at him, You didn’t want to set yourself up for heartbreak.

He moved your hand from his face and placed on his cheek. You couldn’t help but run the pad of your thumb over the stubble on his cheeks as you looked up at him.

“You’re going to be the death of me…” You whispered to him looking up into his steel gray eyes, getting lost in them. You couldn’t quite place the look he was giving you but whatever it was made your knees weak and your heart flutter.

He snickered at that leaning forward so that his mouth rested near your ear. “Your one to talk sweetheart.”

His breath tickled your ear and the side of your neck, his movement had caused you to have to move your hand from his cheek. You stilled as he moved his face from the side of your head so that he could face you, still not leaning back.

Before you could push him away or stop yourself from giving into the temptation that was the man before you, You closed the small space in between the two of you.

Your lips connected to his and for a second all you could think about was the feelings of his hands on your hips. You brought your hands back up to cup his cheeks and he tightened his hold on you if that was even possible.

The kiss was soft and slow just like the first on the two of you had shared, but there was something different. There was a fire behind it that compelled you to press your boy even further to his. You groaned as he bit down harshly on you bottom lip demanding access that you gave up willingly. He deepened the kiss and you moaned, earning a chuckle from him somehow. The two of you continued like that until you both ran out of air and he pulled away from your lips focusing on your jaw and neck.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and melted under his harsh nips and kisses.

“Tell me to stop.” He said suddenly, momentarily abandoning your neck to look you dead in the eye.

“What?” You said, disappointed that he stopped.

“Tell me to stop ___.” He whispered again, his voice sounding strained. He leaned back down to the other side of your neck but you could tell he was still waiting for an answer.

“Why would I do that?” You muttered almost cut off by a gasp as he nibbled at the spot right under your ear.

“Because if you don’t, I won’t be able to help myself.” Was all he said in between kisses.

That’s when you fully let go, you couldn’t help it something about his wrecked tone made you want to lose it. He stopped again moving back to look at you, still having not let go. He was waiting for your answer, your protest, something.

“Please don’t stop.” You said softly, arms still wrapped around his neck.

That was all he needed to hear, before you could say anything else he had gripped you and picked you up. You were quick to wrap your legs around his hips as you held on.

“Your room or mine?” You barely heard the question as you looked down at his lust blown pupils.

“I don’t care, just get me to a bed.” You said before leaning down to coat his neck in soft kisses. He groaned at your response and was  quick to carry you away from the living room. You hardly paid attention the where he was taking you and it was only as he threw you onto his bed that you realized his decision.

He looked down at you as you laid on his bed propped up on your elbows, He seemed to be deciding his plan of action at the foot of the bed. It was only until you moved and crawled down the bed toward him that you saw a break in his calculating gaze.

You stood level with him on your knees pulling him by the front of his shirt closer towards the edge of the bed. He said nothing as you untucked his shirt and yanked it over his head, only slightly lifting his arms to help you. He had a few more layers underneath and you were quick to strip him of them until you were meet with his bare chest. You ran your hand down his sculpted chest taking the time to appreciate how built he was up close.

He quirked a small smile at you and leaned in to kiss you again. The two of you battled for dominance this time as things grew more heated. He finally let out a small growl and pushed you back on the bed before crawling after you.

You were more than happy to let him take over after that as he straddle your waist and covered you with his huge form. He was quick to practically rip your sweater off followed by the shirts you had underneath. The cold air bit at your now practically bare chest and you let out a small gasp. He left a small peck on your lips before working his way down.

First kissing at the hollow of your neck as he worked on ridding you of your black bra. He unclasped it with an undeniable ease, a talent that you didn’t want to question, and then moved his lips down past your collarbones.

He kissed between the valley of your breasts and you moan quietly. You snaked your hands down and started to unbutton his pants, you were able to push them down past his ass. You let out another moan as he sucked on one of your nipples, kneading your other breast with one of his hands.

You shoved your hands down the front of his boxers and he flattered for a second, groaning around your nipple which caused you to arch your back.

He switched breast paying equal attention to the other with his mouth and you started to rub his length as best you could with the awkward angle of your wrist. Eric started to move even lower, dragging his mouth, leaving open mouthed kisses down, your torso. It was only as he reached down past your navel did you fully process what he was doing.

He leaned up and undid your pants, yanking them off your legs with ease, your panties were quick to follow.

“No, I need you now…” You wined as he cupped your sex, bending back down.

“What happened to your patients?” He teased, still not moving away.

“Eric please we have plenty of time for that later, I need you now.” You whimpered again as he slid a finger between your folds.

“You’re soaked…” He mumbled, still not moving.

“How about you do something about it?” You challenged. He narrowed his eyes at you and crawled back up the bed so he was hovering over you. The moment you could reach, you rubbed at the tent in his boxers briefs and you saw his defiance flatter for a second. He had lost his pants somewhere along the way.

He kissed you again but still made no motion to give you want.

“Eric…” You begged again, reaching both hands down to finally just pull the material off his waist and out of your way slightly. You struggled for a second and he stopped to laugh at you. You faked a glare at him and pinched his side slightly.

“Stop laughing.” You growled, growing impatient.

He yanked them off with ease and you took a second to take in his large size. He snorted at your reaction, probably enjoying the ego boost, and a teasing smirk make its was across his face.

“What’s the matter?” He whispered to you, leaning down near your ear.

You took advantage of his closeness and ground your hips into his, earning a small moan. He finally grabbed your hips and aligned himself, pushing in before you could process what he was doing.

“Thanks for the warning.” You quipped in between moans as he gave you a second to adjust.

“Stop talking.” He murmured into your neck before he started thrusting into you. His pace was relentless and you entangled your hands in his hair, pulling slightly.

He buried his face in your neck, leaving countless hickies and love bites. You were like putty in his hands, falling apart with every thrust that brought you closer to the edge.

You couldn’t help but moan his name over and over like a prayer and he mumbled into your neck about how good it felt. You felt your climax coming fast as you pulled harder at his hair, raking your nails down his back. You could tell he was close too, as you started to notice how erratic some of his thrust were becoming.

It was when he finally moaned out your name that you lost it, your orgasm hitting you white hot. Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as you gripped him tightly. He moaned even louder as he felt you cum under him, following not long after with a few more final thrust.

He still moved inside of you as the two of you rode out the waves of your orgasm. Your skin felt like it was on fire and he finally stopped, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

The two of you untangles your limbs from one another and he pulled out of you rolling onto the bed next to you. It was silent for a few minutes as you both caught your breath, before you finally let out a small laugh.

“What?” He muttered next to you, turning his head to face you.

“I can’t believe we did that.” You groaned rubbing your hands over your face, still laughing.

Eric moved so that he rest one hand underneath his head and the other stretched onto your side. It to a second for you to realize that he was offering for you to cuddle up next to him. You pressed your body to his ignoring the fact that you were both gross and sticky. You used his bicep as a pillow and he angles the rest of his arm so that it hugged you.

“What now?” You mumbled into his side.

“Round two?” He suggested. You rolled your eyes and laughed into his side.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Eric.” You repeated your voice just above a whisper, he simply leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

The two of you ended falling asleep like that and when you woke up the next morning Eric was still there pressed against you. The both you skipped work that day and just enjoyed being together. You had not a simple doubt in your mind that Eric could very well shatter your heart into a million pieces, but until he figured out how you were going to just enjoy calling him yours.