We can try. That’s what Kent said, though he’d laid the burden of talking to Jack about it entirely on Bitty’s doorstep. It made sense, given that Bitty could probably talk to Jack about it in person and, of the two of them, he had a better relationship with Jack. Still, it was sort of terrifying.
How on Earth was he supposed to just come right out and ask Jack if he wanted to go to bed with both of them?
Bitty’s visits to Providence felt different now. He was always watching Jack, trying to decide what his behavior meant. Was he interested? Would he be interested? Hausgiving was rife with the stress of it, Bitty mulling over things Jack said or did to try and gauge his level of interest. Kent’s absence from the holiday meant he had extra time to focus on Jack and think about what he wanted to say, but in the end, he didn’t bring it up at all.
Originally posted by erutdite Pairing: Eric x reader Prompt: A wild Chrismas party leads you to be stuck in an apartment full of mistletoe with a hungover pissy Eric Fandom: Divergent series Word count: 2167 Warning: nothing other than mentions of alchol and language
A/N: Alright so sorry for posting this a day late but oh well. I hpe you had/are having a lovely holiday. I had fun writting this so i hope you enjoy. And as always let me know what you think - Lola
Music blasted from speakers placed randomly around the room. There was barley any room to shift around, much less room to breath. Bodies grinded all around you, and pretty much any floor space had been turned into a makeshift dance floor. Anyone with an empty hand quickly had a red solo cup of eggnog, that was about 90 percent alcohol, shoved into there hand by a stranger passing by. This was how the dauntless celebrated Christmas.
Everyone let lose around you not thinking for a second the consequences of there actions tomorrow. You where probably the most sober person in the house and even then you had a pretty nice buzz going on.
You where neighbors with Zeke who was of course notoriously known for the wild party’s he threw, especially around the holiday season. It was Christmas eve and you where convinced that you where going to enjoy a quiet night in so that you could wake up early and sober to go celebrate the holiday with your family. That idea quickly flew out the window when Zeke came pounding at your door promising free booze, food, and a good time.
You quickly got ready and made your way across the hall, fighting your way through the crowds of people who spilled outside the apartment and just continued the party in the hallway. It took you a few minutes but you finally pushed your way into the kitchen to find Zeke and a few of your other friends doing shots.
You made a promise to yourself that you where only going to stay for about an hour and drink only one or two beers. Four hours, five shots, and about three beers later you quickly realized your mistake.
“Zeke i gotta go!” You called out to him practically having to scream given how loud the music was, but he still heard you somehow.
“Aww, So soon!?” He called back, looking up from where he was grinding with two girls one of which knew with out a doubt that he would end up having sex with before the night was over.
“It’s 3 am Zeke!” You pointed out.
“Yeah and? The night is still young!”
“I’ve got to spend time with my family tomorrow.”
He looked at you like you where crazy. “So do i but you don’t see me kicking everyone out now do you?”
“Yeah, your parents and Uriah are going to love it when you show up still plastered.” He threw his head back laughing at you.
you moved away from the strangers you had been dancing with and shoved your way through the crowd.
You crashed as soon as you safely made it back to your apartment.
Rapid banging at your door is what stirred you from your sleep. You groaned as you rolled out of bed and made your way to the door, not even bothering to put pants on. Who ever it was at your door wasn’t planning on leaving till you figured out what the hell they wanted.
You opened your door and the chain stopped it from swinging open all the way. You squinted at Zeke who you could just barley make out on the other side of your door.
“Zeke, what do you want?” You mumbled still feeling half asleep.
“Merry Christmas to you too.” He said chuckling.
”I could be asleep right now what do you want?” You tried again growing agitated.
“I need a favor.” He said sensing your irritation.
You groaned, resting your head against your door half tempted to slam it in his face. He kept you out all night and now he wanted to wake you up at 8 in the morning to ask for a favor.
“Please i promise i will owe you for the next month, anything you want just help me out.” Your ears perked up at his pleading and you chuckled,
“You’ve got a deal Pedrad.”
You closed the door after promising to be over in a few minutes and got dressed. You figured he probably needed help cleaning up, this had happened before. You where half right, when you got back to his apartment he quickly explained the situation to you and your jaw dropped.
“Your kidding me right?” Was all you had to say.
“No ____, come on, please you promised to help.” You wanted to disagree with him but he was right you had promised.
Zeke still had some last minute, very last minute, shopping to do for his family. You honestly didn’t know where he was going to go but with Zeke where there was a will there was a way. In the meantime he wanted you to babysit slash help clean up and kick out whoever was still here. It wasn’t the cleaning you had an issue with, you had done it plenty of times before to not really consider it tedious work. It was the fact that it was Eric who Zeke wanted you to ‘baby sit’.
Apparently Zeke didn’t trust to leave Eric alone in the apartment for whatever reason, probably to make sure that he didn’t just leave, so your job was to hangout till he returned.
“Fine whatever, go do what you need to do.” You said shooing him out of the apartment.
You turned to see Eric nursing a black coffee and rolled your eyes. Saying the two of you didn’t get along was an understatement. You didn’t like putting up with his bullshit and the fact that he was a leader didn’t scare you off. The two of you often clashed and he usually won given his status but you didn’t let deter you.
He stood up and grabbed a trash bag beginning to clean up the trashed apartment. You made your way over to the couch and plopped down. He glanced over and scowled.
“Your not going to help me.” He demanded.
“Your a big boy Eric i think you got this. Besides i agreed to baby sit not fucking clean.” You quipped back, closing your eyes and laying down as if to take a nap.
“Bitch.” You heard him mumble before going back to cleaning.
The two of you spent the next half an hour going back and forth as you followed him through the apartment commenting anytime he ‘missed’ a spot and he would tell you to ‘shut the hell up’.
“Why are you cleaning Zeke’s apartment anyways?” You finally asked leaning on the doorframe that lead into the kitchen where Eric was now cleaning.
“Apparently I broke his dinning room table so to make up for it I had to clean this fucking mess.” He said sounding disinterested as usual.
“That was you?!” You snickered, You had caught a glimpse of it earlier. Zeke had a nice glass topped dinning room table that now had a large hole directly in the middle of it. There had been glass everywhere but apparently Zeke or someone else cleaned it earlier.
“How did you even manage that?” You said still laughing.
“I don’t remember.” He said still sounding bored.
You rolled your eyes at that. God knows how drunk he must have been.
“Real classy Eric.” You commented.
“Of whatever ____, like you can say anything Everyone saw you whoring your self out last night to any guy that asked to dance.” He retorted.
“At least i didn’t get blackout drunk and break a fucking glass table.”
He simply snorted at you. “Right because that’s worse than practically fucking a bunch of guys on the dance floor.”
“First off, Fuck you we where dancing not that anything i did last night is any of your business.”
At this point Eric was rounding the kitchen finishing up picking up the trash and nearing you.
“Well you certainly made it all of dauntless’s business last night.”
“Fuck you.” You said again narrowing your eyes at him.
He stopped in front of you and looked down at you with an eyebrow arched.
“You keep saying that, are you dropping hints for me?” He was standing dangerously close to you, trying to intimidate you.
“You fucking wish, Eric.” You said rolling your eyes standing your ground.
His eyes flickered up for a moment and a wicked grin stretched across his lips. You looked up and what you saw made your blood run cold.
Mistletoe, Zeke had hung Fucking mistletoe.
He glanced back at you and leaned in slightly. You refused to let him scare you off though. You stood a little straighter and squared you shoulder, Glaring up at him.
The two of you where in some kind of stare down, both of you daring the other to back down. Finally he did something that caught you completely off guard.
He leaned down and before you could stop him he pressed his lips to your. You stood froze for a second not really sure how to react. It was then that he placed his hands on your hips and nibble at your bottom lip that you let out an involuntary gasp. He took advantage of your open mouth and deepened the kiss.
You didn’t want to react, you didn’t want to let out a gasp and moan, you most defiantly didn’t want to kiss him back but your body and lack of will power took control.
The two of you stood there for a while, finally breaking apart for air. The kiss was hot to say the least and you couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped your throat when he pulled away.
That’s when the reality of your actions began to sink in and panic set in. Eric looked down at you with a smile that promised everything but good intentions and you did the only reasonable thing that crossed your mind.
You slapped him, as hard as you could.
Your palm connected with his cheek and it stung. You flung his head to the side and you could see a red mark forming on his cheek almost instantly.
“You kissed me back…” He said still with that smile, not even acknowledging the slap.
“No i didn’t.” You snapped.
“Oh yes you did, You moaned for me.” He said tauntingly.
“Okay so what, your a good kisser, that doesn’t change the fact that i think your still an asshole.”
“I never said it does, But that does prove that some part of you, no matter how small is attracted to me.”
“I’m not feeding your ego Eric, it’s big enough.” You growled trying to move away from him, He wouldn’t let you though. He latched his hands back on your hips stopping you from turning away,
“Do you want me to kiss you again?” He whispered softly, still taunting you.
“..No.” There was no denying the hesitation in your voice and mental you wanted to kick yourself.
“Lies..” He whispered again leaning his head down closer to yours. You thought that he was going to kiss you again, you wanted him to kiss you again.
But he didn’t instead he pulled away from you at last moment as you leaned in. You stumbled forward slightly and he looked at your just out of arms reach with a wicked smile.
He snickered as he brushed past you and you felt confused. The kiss was nice, no nice doesn’t even begin to cover it. It felt hot and passionate and the way he held on to you could have driven you crazy. You followed him into the living room and noticed him collecting his stuff to leave. It was then that you realized that for the most part while it wasn’t spotless, the apartment was fairly clean. He moved towards the door and right before he slipped out the door he turned to look at you with a smirk.
“Come and find me when you don’t feel like lying anymore.” Was all he said before he slipped out. Right before he closed the door behind him he popped his head back,
“Oh and uh merry Christmas ____.” And then he was gone.
You couldn’t believe you where doing this, you where most defiantly going to regret this tomorrow. You lifted you knuckles up and rapped them on the door quickly. A few moments passed and then you hear the door open, you looked up to come face to face with a shirtless Eric and all doubt flew out of your mind.
“I was wondering when you would show up..” He mused leaning against the doorway not letting you in, It was late out and most of the compound was asleep.
“Well I’m here now.” You said impassively.
“Yes you are, and what can i do for you on this Christmas night?” His tone teasing.
“You can kiss me..” You replied.
“Oh yeah… anything else..” He said still not budging from the door.
“Invite me in and i just might show you.” You said daringly. That same wicked smile returned to his face and he stepped to the side.