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Anticipation
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Author's Note : Hi! This is my first piece that I'll be uploading. I would love your thoughts on this if you'd be so kind. I hope you all enjoy it and I'm so excited to write more Tobias content. 2.3K Word's 😈
Synopsis : Y/N reluctantly ask's the Dauntless instructor she was assigned, and that she (unfortunately) finds attractive to help her train. There's tension. Please let me know what else you'd like to see.
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She can’t help how her thoughts drift toward the moment his fingers brushed her abdomen. How goosebumps exploded across her skin, and how they easily engulfed her entire midsection.
His voice was low, and deep, right against her ear as he positioned her in a way that would allow her to actually hurt her opponents.
That was yesterday and she can't stop the incessant place that her mind runs to as soon as it's given a moment to think. The attraction she felt for him was so insanely inappropriate. And yet.. the possibility of him reciprocating lulled her into a false sense of security.
That it’s okay.
It won’t end as awfully as she’s imagined.
Y/N’s attention is redirected when she sees the initiates begin to disperse, and her instructor walk toward the knives that they had launched only minutes before she began to fantasize about a 2 minute interaction she had with a boy.
He must’ve dismissed the session.
Christina and Will turn to look at Y/N in anticipation of what they’ll be doing with the allotted time that they were given.
She half listens as Will discusses going to the parlor to get his first tattoo, but eventually says with a small smile, “Actually, I-uh I’m going to talk to Four. You two can go and I’ll catch up?”.
Christina tilts her head, slightly suspicious, but Y/N gives away absolutely nothing, that perfected smile of innocence she learned in Abnegation carefully placed on her face.
Four’s back is facing her, and once Will and Christina have left, Y/N reluctantly travels from her spot in the training center toward the steel table that holds an abnormally large amount of knives in any other situation. But this is Dauntless, and weapons are normal.
Her heart is pounding and before she can utter a single word he’s anticipated her arrival and muttered, “What is it?”. It isn’t particularly unkind, or malicious in any way. It’s him, and the way that he addresses all of his initiates.
But it has her pausing. Was she insane? Should she just leave?
In spite of the fact that she’s attracted to him, she really could learn from him. And god knows she needs all of the practice that she can get.
Her arms rest by her side, but the fingers of her right hand are fidgeting as she nervously says, “I don’t know if this is against the rules, but I was wondering if you would help me improve my fighting”.
He still isn’t facing her. He’s diligently organizing the weapons by type. Y/N’s hoping to God he doesn’t refuse her. The mortification would be enough to simply volunteer to become factionless.
She fills the silence, “If you can’t, that’s okay too! I understand you're busy–and you know what? Just–it’s okay! Forget about it..” She begins to scramble for an appropriate exit, when his voice suddenly rings out.
“I’ll see you here tomorrow at 5. We’ll practice in the morning before your normal sessions and then a second time when dinner is no longer being served”.
Y/N can’t help the smile that fills her face but she almost instinctively kills it. She’s giddy on the inside though. He’s really going to help her. She might actually be able to stay in this faction.
And spending time with her instructor isn’t exactly a hardship.
She gives a “Thank you” in response and begins to leave the training center, her footsteps light and the only trace of her exit being the sound of the entrance clicking shut.
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I stifle the groan I want to let out as my alarm blares beneath my pillow. I shoved it underneath the two pillows that I’d managed to acquire throughout my initiation to try and muffle the noise. Thankfully it worked and the only noise, or rather the only feeling that is escaping is a relentless buzz.
I use two fingers to press against the mirroring sides of the machine simultaneously in order to turn it off. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d awoken the entire dormitory.
I drag myself out of my mattress and begin to clothe myself, my matching black fitted long-sleeve sweater and black workout pants being an absolute pain to put on. I internally curse myself as I have to haul this on. Who told me it was going to be practical to buy this?
Once I’ve deemed myself presentable and not like I’ve just awoken from the pits of hell, I begin my trek to the training center, the clock on the wall reading 4:52 in the morning. As I enter I’m startled when my eyes land on Four.
But then I’m not. Of course he’s already here. I almost want to roll my eyes.
It’s ridiculous that everything about him is so.. neat. He’s poised, well-balanced, and punctual. He’s never lost his temper. I’ve never once seen this man so much as stumble. And, annoyingly, has never run late for a session.
Regardless I approach him with a small, “Hi” as I step onto the platform carefully, now standing in front of him.
His intense eyes reach mine and despite what I expected, which was a change of subject, he says in response, “Hi. You’re a bit early”.
I’m a little bit confused given that it’s now 4:56, which means I’m only about 4 minutes ‘early’. But I laugh and quickly take the opportunity to further our conversation. “I didn’t want to be late. You’re doing me a huge favor”.
“Did you think I was going to leave if you weren’t here on time?” His voice is.. amused. His tone is full of dry sarcasm and it has my eyebrow’s shoot up in surprise. He’s actually engaging in genuine conversation; albeit I haven’t managed to pull a smile out of him. Still, it’s far more progress than I thought I was going to get.
I grin, my eyes bright at the possibility that we might become familiar, “Well, I don’t know if I’d exactly put it past you”.
I wonder if I’m hallucinating when I see a flicker of excitement roll through his eyes. But I quickly deny it to myself. I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. I can’t ruin this opportunity; I need to pass this stage.
There’s a smile on his lips, but it's tilted down, almost as if to prove my accusation. But I get the sense that he’s lying; he wouldn’t have left me here alone if I was late. He’s amused, possibly impressed.
But the smile is quickly wiped off my face when his smile slips off his expression and he becomes Four again. I don’t know who I was talking to just seconds before.. but I like that version of him. Easy going.
As he talks, he positions me.
He begins a slow drawl of words, “I’ve noticed for you in particular, because of your height and weight, you’d do well in offense. You’re light, and can escape the grip of your opponent rather easily if you learn how”.
I straighten my posture and shiver when he reaches for my two wrists, the words still slipping past his lips, “You need to practice maintaining your space. Don’t let your limbs flail. It’ll stop an opponent from being able to keep a grip on you, understand?”
It’s hard to focus with the way his body is so close to mine. He’s at a respectable distance, but still closer than we’ve encountered before. My eyes flit between his as we make eye contact. I nod slowly to demonstrate my understanding. When his grip loosens he remarks, “Okay. I’m going to charge at you. I’m not going to hit you, but I want you to try and maneuver yourself in a way that will allow you to hit me, and not kill yourself in the process”.
I almost want to laugh at the way he’s phrased that, but I bite my tongue and instead focus on mentally preparing for this. How is that even a possibility? Is there a way for me to hit him while still being out of his reach?
We stand in position, my back straight and my limbs as close to me as possible. My arms are at my side and I’m not in a wide stance in order to evade being slammed onto the platform if he manages to catch a foot.
His stance is much more intimidating. It’s perfected. He could kill me if he wanted too.
I wait for him to approach me, and it’s difficult to resist the temptation to simply bolt out of the way. But I think I’ve come up with a solid plan. I can move at the last second, which will allow me to strike him because his momentum from charging at me will be far too high.
In this case, his weight is a disadvantage. And for once, mine is at an advantage. Or maybe it’s always at an advantage. I just needed his perspective.
It’s when I’m slightly distracted that he charges at me. I never pegged him for a cheater.
Regardless of my thoughtlessness, I manage to step to the side, only I’m a split second too late. He grips my wrist, which I failed to maintain close to myself in my haste to step away from him.
He uses his hold on my wrist to pull me close to him, and given how quickly the entire situation is happening, I collide with him, my chest pressed to his. And my palm instinctively presses to his chest in order to maintain a distance, but it only inadvertently has me closer to him. I’m panting a bit as I try to process everything that just happened.
He caught me off guard!
I lift my eyes to his and he’s speaking before I can slip a word in, “You need to focus. Remember to have your limbs as close to you as possible” I nod in agreement and he adds, “That was a very clever strategy. Quick thinking”.
I’m still breathing a bit heavily, as is he, though I don’t know if it’s from the exertion of charging at me.. or because of how closely intertwined we are.
“Thank you”, I mutter with a small smile as I slowly pull my hand away from his chest and he releases my wrist.
He doesn’t reveal a single thought about what just occurred. His breathing is the only possible indication of how he might feel. But as he motions for me to get into my original position again he follows with, “When you’re within an appropriately close distance to your opponent, remember that you have small limbs. Shorter arms, shorter legs. You can use this to help you”.
I don’t quite understand his logic. He recognizes this and begins in my direction. When he starts to get as close as we just were, my eyes widen in surprise but he only says, “Try to knee me”.
I hesitate but I instantly lift my knee to do as he says, I don’t do it hard, only to simulate the motion he’s trying to show me and grin in excitement when I understand what he’s insinuating. At this distance, I can hit him, and it will hurt. But if he attempts to do as I did, it wouldn’t work. His limbs are far too long, and with the small distance between him and I, he can’t even lift his knee.
When I lift my head to meet his eyes, my breath hitches as I realize his head is tilted down to look at me. Which means.. We’re at an incredibly inappropriate distance. I could kiss him if I lifted myself up onto my toes.
My eyes find his lips briefly, before I snap them back toward his eyes, trying to not trace every detail I can in order to not give myself away. But I’m not the only one who’s feeling affected by this. The words he was about to utter don’t come as they get lodged in his throat.
He’s so close to me, and we’re simply staring at one another as the tension rolls through us.. through the entire training center. Waiting to see who will break it first. I desperately want to stay in this moment, despite how horrible it is to feel attraction for him. He’s my instructor.. there’s no universe where he reciprocates.
But the way his breathing has increased and his eyes are flitting to my lips says otherwise.
Did I imagine that?
He clears his throat and breaks our eye contact. Turning his attention to my legs, and saying, “Do you understand what I was trying to say?”
I hesitate, still briefly stunned by the moment just there, but I hoarsely respond, “Yes, thank you”.
He goes to his original mark, in position again. I regain control of myself and heavily exhale as I concentrate.
This time, when he charges at me I move in the exact direction I did the first time, knowing that he will have expected me to go the opposite way.
Reverse psychology. If he can cheat, so can I.
I grin when I see the delayed movement of him coming to the realization that I actually did as he said and managed to evade his grip. And I take this opportunity to strike him, swiping his feet out so that his back slams against the platform.
I almost feel pitiful, but when I see the grin on his face, my pity evaporates. He’s proud of me. He quickly resumes his position and says, “Great. Now try and do it again”.
Though this time his eyes are narrowed, and I frown nervously, contrary to the bubbling pit of excitement running through me as well, when I realize he was being kind. And now he’s going to actually train me.
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That's it! I love this so please let me know if you liked it and if you'd like to see more! And to @remussbitch who asked to be tagged, here it is. I hope you enjoy.
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#dauntless#divergent#four#tobias eaton#tobias eaton x reader#amity#tobias eaton x y/n#writing#tobias eaton writing#candor#writingfordivergent#instructortobias
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You know what would be absolutely terrifying. You and all the other initiates all start playing a game of tag to blow off steam. Later Four joins in, Eric too, but everyone is far to afraid to get close to him.
Suddenly nobody knows who's it, and you stand by Eric as if you're using him as a shield.
Eric's now it, you, along side your fellow initiates, are running and praying to every god they can think of, even the dauntless born who aren't even playing are praying with y'all.
He could just be walking and that'd be scary enough
As funny as he looks doing it, him running is terrifying. Why he gotta be so fast, if he chased me, I'd probably cry, especially at night. I'd probably see this in my fear simulation.
#eric coulter#writing#divergent#eric divergent#funny#eric x reader#divergent series#four divergent#tobias eaton#tag
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It occurred to me that a lot of you probably haven’t heard about my rewrite, especially since I changed the name. So here is your reminder that I have been on a crusade to fix this shit since 2016 (I wish I was joking so much). It’s a bunch of OCs at first, but fear not, the old cast is still there.
Happy reading, here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36010558
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Psych 101
Title: Psych 101
Summary: Trust the tests, that’s what your government tells you. And like any good citizen, you do what you’re told. But what happens when the tests don’t work on you?
Warnings: claustrophobia; birds attacking; injection of a serum; feelings of anxiety; angst; I think those are the more major ones, I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read. I just post here.
Word Count: 2,603
Author’s Note: So, I kind of got inspired by a few different things for this story. I saw the trailer for “Don’t Worry Darling” and that’s where the wall smooshing you against the glass came from. And then the ravens mimicking people’s voices, kind of came from the mutts in the second Hunger Games movie. It’s just kind of all over the place where the inspiration came from. Also, I may have gotten carried away with this one.
You lay on your cot and let out a sigh, behind it was a mixture of relief and exhaustion. Needless to say, you were glad that training was done for the day. Right after training, they released the names of the initiates who were moving on to the next stage of training. You instantly let out the breath that you had been holding when you saw your name above the red line. For a while there, you weren’t sure if you were going to make the cut. But you did, thankfully. You did not want to become factionless.
“Come on, we should be out celebrating!” Chris whines, trying to convince the other what they should be doing.
You prop yourself up onto your elbows as they make their way over to you. Tris and Chris sat on the cot opposite you while Will and Al stood behind them.
“What’s going on guys?” You inquire, glancing between the group before you.
“I’m trying to convince these troglodytes that we should be out celebrating but they’re being lame.” Christina replies, saying the last part dramatically.
You couldn’t help the giggle that came out at Christina’s antics. You look over at Tris and she looks taken aback at her friend’s words.
“And, I said that we would. I just wanted to make sure that we invited Y/n first before we started celebrating without her.” Tris defends herself, causing Chris to roll her eyes.
“Yeah, and I agreed.” Will added, grabbing ahold of Chris’s shoulders, squeezing them gently.
You swing your legs over the edge of your cot and sit up straight. “Alright, yeah, that actually sounds like fun. What were you guys thinking?”
The four exchange glances with one another but it’s Christina who speaks up with an idea. “How about tattoos?”
“Sure, I’m down.” You reply with a smile.
A moment later, you found yourself in the tattoo shop located inside the Dauntless walls. Your group spread out through the shop and you perused the multiple images that the shop had to offer. You were looking at a tree of life image, when a familiar voice was whispering in your ear and their hands were on your hips. The action caused you to freeze slightly, you were still getting used to touches so intimate. Like Tris, you also transferred from Abnegation, so this whole exchange has been a bit of a culture shock to you both.
“Is that what you’re getting?” He inquires, you can feel his warm breath on your earlobe.
You clear your throat before you speak, hoping your voice sounds even. “Um, yeah, I was thinking about it. Do you like it?” Your stomach was doing flips as you waited for his answer. You hoped he would say yes.
“Yeah, actually I do. You should get it here.” He replies, his voice deep and husky, sending a shiver up your spine. The shiver spreads throughout your body when you begin to feel his thumb caress your hip.
You slowly nod your head as you reply. “Okay.”
The next thing you know, he’s gone and you let out the breath you were holding in. You pick up the glass slate that the image was on and take it over to one of the artists.
“I want this one.” You say confidently and him the glass slate.
The next day, you found yourself with the other initiates being prepared for the next step of training. This stage was going to be all psychological, facing your worst fears. At least that’s what Four was saying as you did your best to concentrate. You often found yourself distracted whenever Four was speaking, you tended to focus on his lips. You imagined what they would feel like- no, focus Y/n. You need to prepare your mind for this next phase of training. But before you do, you glance over at Four and see that he’s holding the door open to a small testing room for the first initiate. You almost miss the smirk on his lips and you can feel your cheeks beginning to turn pink. It’s like he knew what you were thinking.
One by one, you watched your fellow initiates walk into the small testing room. Each one of your fellow initiates came out with various expressions written all over their faces and bodies. Some looked as though all of their blood had been drained from their bodies and looked completely distraught. Others came out visibly shaken and weak-kneed, stumbling out of the room. A few of them needed assistance as they were unable to walk out on their own. Your nerves were on edge the longer you sat there and it didn’t help that every now and then you would hear a scream coming from behind the closed door. It was down to you and Tris, your leg started to bounce as you wondered who was going to be called next. Suddenly, the door swings open and out walks Al, his face drained of all color and he is stumbling out of the room. You look up to meet Four’s gaze as he glances between the two of you. The air is thick for a moment as he decides on who to pick next.
“Tris, come with me.” Four says, in a stern voice.
You and Tris exchange a look before she’s standing up and following Four into the test room. Suddenly, you’re alone and you feel even more anxious. You do your best to clear your mind and to concentrate but before you can get very far into your meditation, the door is opening back up. Tris is being let back out which surprises you, she must be the fastest time yet today. You look between the pair before meeting Tris’s gaze and she just shrugs at you nonchalantly before walking away. You look back at Four and for a brief moment, he looks annoyed but then he looks at you and his expression softens.
“Y/n, if you’ll come with me.” He says your name in a different tone than he had everyone else’s instantly giving you butterflies.
You stand up and walk into the small testing room, your nerves suddenly on fire. You were anxious of what the fear simulation might show you. Would it be something that you already knew about yourself, like your fear of heights? Or would it be something you didn’t know about yourself? Four leads you over to a chair, one you might find in like a dentist office and you take a seat in it. A comfortable silence fills the room as you watch Four prepare everything in order for you to begin your training. You can’t help but admire how focused he is at the moment and you pull in your bottom lip with your teeth.
“So, did you get it?” His question throws you off for a moment.
“Oh! You mean the tattoo. Um, yeah, I got it.” You can feel the blush forming on your cheeks, tinting them pink.
When he finally turns around, he looks you up and down before walking over to you, carrying an injector with him. He brushes some hair away from your neck and the action heats up our skin. “Where’d you get it?”
You can feel his eyes scanning your body, searching for the new tattoo. You’re not sure what takes over you but you lift up your shift a little bit from the bottom to reveal the tree of life tattoo on your hip. You look over at him and you see him staring at the fresh ink. “So, do you like it?”
He clears his throat before he’s looking directly at you, a soft smile appearing on his face. “Yeah, I do.” There’s a brief moment of heavy silence as you two gaze at each other, the tension thick between the two of you. “Alright, so you’re gonna feel a slight pinch in your neck when I inject the serum. Once injected, you’ll be taken into your fear simulation. You’ll face your worst fears in there, you’ll need to face them in order to beat them. So, just take in a few deep breaths for me and try to relax. You got this.”
Four then gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze as you turn slightly away from him, taking in deep breaths like he suggested. Next thing you know, there’s a pinch in your neck and you were being pulled into unconsciousness. When you wake up, you find yourself in a long hallway. As you look around, your face scrunches up in confusion and you begin to wonder where you are. The place almost gave you a sense of familiarity but you couldn’t quite place it. You peer down the hallway and you can’t help feeling suspicious. One side of the hallway was decorated in a light wood paneling on the walls and the opposite was glass, from ceiling to floor. The floor was made of the same light wood color of the wall but in a parquet style. Your instincts are screaming at you to not go down the hallway but you push them to the side. You needed to figure out where you were and how to get out of here. You cautiously begin to walk down the hallway, you don’t like how quiet the place is causing a shiver to run through your body. The quietness gives this whole situation an added eeriness and you don’t like it. Goosebumps begin to form all over your body, something feels off. About halfway down the hallway, you stopped to look out the glass window and your mouth dropped open at what you saw. Before you was a beautiful, lush forest and you couldn’t help but stop to admire the scene in front of you.
While you’re admiring the view in front of you, you hear gears beginning to turn and click, causing you to search for where the sound is coming from. When you figure out that the sound is coming from the wall behind you, your eyes widen in shock. The wall is now moving towards you and at a steady pace. You try to move your feet but they seem to be glued to the floor. You begin to feel yourself starting to panic, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. How were you going to get out of this? You were trapped and you were going to die in a matter of minutes. It wasn’t long before you were pressed up against the glass window, breathing heavily as you tried to figure your way out. You’re looking out of the glass window, looking out at the forest when your reflection catches your attention. Your reflection is looking right at you when it should be the same way your face is, which is turned to the side. There’s a stern look on your face and you can’t help but squint at yourself.
“This isn’t real.” Your reflection reminds you.
How could you forget so easily? Your reflection was right, this isn’t real. Next thing you know, you’re walking through the glass and into the forest. You look behind you and the building that you were once in is now gone and you’re completely surrounded by thick oak trees. Someone screaming your name catches your attention and you listen for the person to scream again. As you wait, all you can hear is the rustling of the wind. Then it happens again but this time you recognize the voice, your mom. She sounds like she’s in trouble or in pain. You run as fast as you can to find her and as you keep running, you hear someone else scream your name. This time it was your dad’s voice that you heard but it was in another direction. Your breathing begins to labor as you stand there waiting for another scream to occur. Suddenly, a raven swoops down in front of your face, one of its wings barely missing your face as it does. A swarm of them are now surrounding you, each one sounding like a person that you care about. Your parents. Your brother. Christina. Tris. Will. Al. And you even start to hear a mimic of Four’s voice. They all sound like they’re in pain and you can’t handle it anymore. You fall to the ground and are crouched on your knees, curling into yourself as the ravens continue to fly and swarm around you, screaming your name. As you sit there, you begin to feel them start to peck and scratch at you causing you to flinch every time. You close your eyes tight, hoping it would do the trick to get them to go away.
All of a sudden, you’re gasping for air and bolting forward in a chair and you’re back in the testing room with Four. Four had rushed over to you, trying to comfort you. You did feel comforted, especially with his big, strong arms wrapped around you. You feel his chin rest gently on top of your head and you close your eyes at the feeling and lean into him.
“How long do you think you were in there for?” Four asks, pulling away slightly to look at you. You bite back a whimper from slipping past your lips at the loss of contact.
You look up at him and can see that his gears were turning in his head. “Um, I don’t know. Twenty minutes or something like that. Why? How long was I in there for?”
Four steps over to the computer and took a seat on the stool. “You were in there for barely two minutes.”
You stare at him in disbelief and get up from the chair, feeling the urge to pace. “No, that’s not right.”
Four let out a sigh. “How did you walk through the glass like that?”
You stop in your tracks and look over at him. You shrug your shoulders as you keep eye contact with him, you feel your palms begin to sweat. “I don’t know, I just did.” Please believe it.
He crosses his arms over his chest and narrows his gaze at you. Crap, he doesn’t believe you. “What were your test results?”
You tilt your head in confusion. “Excuse me?”
“Your test results, what were they?” He asks, a little more forceful and within a few strides, he’s in front of you.
You want to be honest with him and tell him that they were inconclusive but you were told not to tell anyone. “I-um-” All you can do is stammer as you try to reply.
“You can trust me Y/n. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Four says reassuringly, placing his hands on your hips.
You take a deep breath and hope you don’t regret telling him. “Inconclusive.”
“So, you’re divergent too then?” he inquires, even though you’re pretty sure he already knows the answer.
“Yes.” You look down after answering him.
He lifts your head back up by placing his index and thumb on your chin and keeping them there for longer than necessary. “Hey, I’ll help you get through this, no one else will find out.”
Saying that you were divergent out loud to someone lifted a huge weight off of your shoulders. You were relieved that Four was so accepting, especially since he was one too. It made this whole situation that much better. For once you had hope and that maybe there was a chance. If Four could make it this far with being deviant, then maybe you could too.
#tales of a whumpee newbie#whumptober2022#writing challenge#october writing challenge#happy october#divergent oneshot#tobias eaton#four divergent
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underrated scene much??? sorry but i love them. The SOLIDARITY. i feel like it’s important to post bc in Instagram the fandom is really childish about the whole Nita thing and really hate her??? stfu
#also i saw someone here write how nita is basically a poc tris and its racist of veronica to portray her as a villain#yeah have that#they had the same goal eventually#stop she was so cute when she was like i think i’d be dauntless#veronica roth#tris prior#divergent#tobias eaton#tris#four#fouris#allegiant#nita divergent
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who I write for
marvel cinematic universe
bucky barnes, steve rogers, t’challa, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, tony stark, wanda maximoff, carol danvers, frank castle, billy russo, matt murdock, marc spector-steven grant-jake lockley, clint barton, loki, sam wilson, wolverine
dystopian multiverse
katniss everdeen, tobias eaden, thomas (maze runner), todd hewitt
dc comics
battison, bruce wayne, jason todd, arkham knight, joker, superman, superwoman, the flash, harley quinn, starfire, dick grayson, green arrow
chris evans characters
andy barber, frank adler, curtis everett, colin shea, ari levinson
pedro pascal characters
frankie morales, javier peña, din djarin, oberyn martell
oscar isaac characters
marc spector, pope garcia, william tell, kane
tom holland characters
arvin russell, nathan drakeandy ba
stranger things
eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley, billy hargrove, enzo, jim hopper
basically, request anyone who isn't underage and ill write for them
hannibal lector
hannibal lecter, will graham, alison bloom
evan peters
kit walker, kyle spencer, tate langdon, kai anderson, quicksilver
miscllenaous characters
carmen berzatto, lip gallagher, joel miller, ellie williams
what I won't write about
ageplay, raceplay, watersports, I don’t particularly enjoy the use of “daddy” so my writing will tend to avoid that, personal assistant/receptionist trope, trauma porn
#who i write for#neonovember#steve rogers#bucky barnes#multiverse#marvel#okoye#frankie morales#din djarin#natasha romanoff#dystopian multiverse#tobias eaton#marc spector#steven grant#javier peña#triple frontier#hannibal lector#kit walker#carmen berzatto#tate langdon#quicksilver#batman#battinson#bruce wayne#eddie munson#steve harrington#robin buckley#oscar isaac#pedro pascal#pop garcia
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Tobias Eaton 🤝 Tessa Gray
Dating their dead partners’ best friend
#im sorry but i had to write this#its true tho lmao#i wasnt angry when tessa and jem got together because they deserve it but idk four and christina came out of no where#divergent#tobias eaton#christina#tessa gray#jem carstairs#the infernal devices
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The first chapter of my fic is out!
i've been meaning to post this chapter for so long and finally it's out!
#ff#fanfiction#eric divergent#eric couolter#oc#Charlotte Eaton#Fandom#writing#Veronica Roth#Divergent books#Divergent movies#Tobias eaton#tris prior#beatrice prior
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Ignorance
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Author's Note : Okay she's here! This is 2.5K, I hope you enjoy it! Please leave me your thoughts, if you'd be so kind. I'm so happy that you all liked the first story I wrote. It motivated me to write this!
Synopsis : Y/N goes to Uriah's dormitory and gets incredibly tipsy (she's obliterated). Her instructor discovers this and is snarky with her because he's jealous.
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Present Time
My head is fucking pounding. I can hear only the persistent throbbing echoing throughout my brain. But it's what I deserve.
Uriah invited me to a “small” gathering happening among him and his two fellow Dauntless-Born companions. What I didn’t expect was the mass amount of alcohol that we were going to consume that night.
But I didn’t exactly say no.
I will never deny an opportunity to have fun. When I lived with the Abnegation, there was zero tolerance for fun. It’s the one regulation I will never miss. There were aspects that I loved, like the simplicity and generosity of the people, but the negative aspect of this faction is that they were far too rigid.
In that, Dauntless is the complete opposite. And it’s the reason I’ve fallen in love with how at ease life is here. There are zero regulations (which is.. concerning), but to me that only indicates freedom.
Which is why last night, I drank. I consumed every shot that was handed to me, which if I remember correctly was eight. I’d never drank an ounce of alcohol before yesterday, which should have steered me into complacency but it didn’t.
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Uriah’s Dormitory - The Day Before
My face is slightly red as I feel the warmth of the liquor pulsing through me, and I’m trying desperately to contain the giggle slipping by.
We’re in Uriah’s dormitory. There’s six of us: Myself, Uriah, Lynn, Christina, Marlene, and Will. Christina and Will are desperately attempting to sing a chosen song, a microphone in each hand and while everyone is laughing and enjoying the euphoric sensation rolling through them, I feel the entire weight of my figure get heavy.
Uriah laughs at my expression, “Are you okay!”
And before I can even respond, I’m shaking my head with an erupting laugh, “No! No! I can’t stop laughing”.
I feel Uriah plop beside me, and I let my back hit the mattress as I see him lay across it. We’re a chaotic mess of laughing and bloodshot eyes. I blink at him slowly and see the lazy grin on his face.
“I am so fucking drunk right now”.
His grin stretches, “I feel complete. I’ve managed to intoxicate a girl from Abnegation. I never thought I would see the day”.
I raise an eyebrow in disbelief and let out a laugh as I say, “This is the first and the last time. I swear it”.
I don’t, actually.
I’m having far too much fun. Christina and Will are doing Karaoke, Lynn and Marlene are holding onto each-other for balance as they laugh so hard that they’re wheezing, and Uriah and I are laying across his mattress trying to gather our bearing’s.
I can do this for the rest of my life. This faction is so liberating in spite of its faults.
Before I’m able to register it, Uriah is gripping onto my two wrists and using them as leverage to pull me upright. I’m still a pile of limbs, my body incoherent almost, but I grin as I see him pulling me to my feet.
Once I’m standing I hear a quick, “Our turn!” and my eyes widen dramatically. I can’t sing.
“No, Uriah! I can’t!”
But he’s smiling and I relent as he directs us to the stand that’s hosting the microphones. I pick one up, and as soon as I recognize the song that’s playing I turn to Uriah excitedly and exclaim, “How do you know this song!”
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Present Time
When I manage to open my eyes, I’m groggy. Beside me is Uriah, and beside him is Lynn as well as Marlene. We all fell asleep at his dormitory. I use the knuckle of my finger to get completely free of the drowsiness that is looming over me.
I groan as I force myself to sit up. I push myself toward the opposite side of the mattress, softly tying my laces and straightening my clothing. I laugh a little when I see Christina and Will on the couch beside the microphone post. Regardless of how close they’ve managed to become, they swear that they aren’t romantic. Yeah right.
I’ve become accustomed to waking up at 4 in the morning given my training session with Four. In spite of the fact that the first stage is complete, he’s prolonged our training. I didn’t ask him, he simply did. I’d expected him to stop the session, but he never opened the topic, and I certainly wasn’t going to propose it.
I enjoyed our time together.
In the last six week’s, Four and I have built upon our relationship. Our dynamic is.. fairly complicated. There are moments where I feel the tension dissipate and it often indicates the beginning of a friendship, but then he can quickly revert to the distant instructor I see so often.
I can admit that it hurts. I don’t know where I stand when I’m with him and it’s by far the most confusing relationship I’ve ever had. He’s gentle and patient one moment, and the next he’s curt and stern.
This pattern of inconsistency is only intensifying my doubt. I have no clue as to whether or not he thinks I’m attractive. Or if he even likes me. And it’s only served to irritate me. When I see him, I remain indifferent.
It’s for the absolute best is what I tell myself. He’s clearly not interested in me. He had six entire week’s to give me even an inkling that he likes me, and he hasn’t. I can’t help the disappointment that I feel, I’d thought given the tension within our first session that there was more, but I can’t force him to find me appealing, can I?
I make my way into Uriah’s restroom, searching through the cabinet until I find what I was in need of. A new toothbrush. There’s no way I’m going to train with my insanely hot instructor without brushing my teeth. It’s like asking him to stop training me, when in reality I want to improve. I want to succeed here.
I wash my face, and even manage to brush my hair with a new comb I found stashed beside his toothbrush. I slip out of his dormitory as quietly as I can manage, trying to let them rest. I can’t have them discovering where I go so early in the morning. It wasn’t explicitly said that my training with Four is going against a protocol, but I don’t want to involve him if it is. So I maintain this secret for myself.
It’s 4:47 when I stroll into the training center, and I thank myself internally when I see that I’m alone. He isn’t here yet. I go toward the fountain, and sip on the fresh water pouring through as I wait for him to arrive.
I walk onto the platform, and begin to stretch softly, knowing that I’ll love the open range of motion it’ll give me when I’m fighting against Four. He doesn’t train me easily, not like he started throughout our first session. I’ve landed on my spine so many times, albeit softly. He isn’t unnecessarily rough, but he is rough enough to get his lesson through.
I have my arm in front of me as I do a stretch when I hear the unmistakable latch of the front door. I peer over my shoulder and see the set of his face; cold.
He isn’t happy.
I carefully watch as he steps onto the platform and before I can register it I’m blurting out, “Nice night?”, with the intention of lightening the atmosphere.
His expression doesn’t change, and he doesn’t even meet my eye when he curtly says, “For some”.
This has my eyes widening slightly, as I’m a bit stunned. His body language is telling me that, unfortunately, he was not as fortunate. He’s tense, and his fists are clenched so tightly that the veins on his forearms are prominent. I put my arm down from my stretch and tilt my head, as I mutter to myself, “Okay, then”.
My attention snaps to him when I hear him say in an almost dull tone, “You look exhausted”. I frown wondering why he would point that out, but regardless I respond reluctantly, “We went to Uriah’s dormitory last night”.
All I get in response is an indifferent, “We?”. He’s not even looking at me, which confuses me. He’s untying his laces in order to get into position. Why is he being so adamant on evading me?
I shift from one foot to the other, ease in my voice, “Yep. Uriah, Will, Christina, Marlene, and Lynn. We were.. just learning how to play a card game”. It’s silly to not be honest about this but I don’t know if telling your initiation instructor that you got obliterated the night before is appropriate.
He meets my eye. Finally, but he’s looking at me without amusement as he fires in response, “Guzzling alcohol must be synonymous with learning a card game”.
I’m astounded by how affected he is at learning that his initiates are drinking. It’s entirely normal, but it’s not like I’m going to advertise it too. I furrow my eyebrow at the bite in his tone and feel irritation bubbling within me.
“How do you know what we were doing?”, I respond indignantly.
I watch as his shoulders tense, and it would have been entirely unrecognizable if not for the fact that I’m constantly observing him. I can’t help it, I want to understand him. How he thinks, what he’s feeling, and it goes beyond attraction. There’s a magnetic pull that I feel when I’m with him.
He’s seamless in his response, “It isn’t exactly difficult to figure out. You're pale and dehydrated”.
I tilt my head and slightly narrow my vision, “There’s no way for you to know that I’m dehydrated, Four”. I’ve caught him; he’s a liar. I stare at him intently as I analyze his carefully crafted expression. I think about last night, attempting to recall a memory that could help me decipher how he’s in the loop of what I did in Uriah’s dormitory.
And I do.
It was Zeke. He came to Uriah’s dormitory to tell him about a family dinner.. and in return he helped us all consume as much water as possible. And he forced us all to swallow an Acetaminophen Tablet to prevent the headache that all of us would surely have the following morning.
He must’ve told Four when he left. I don’t know how, or when, but it’s the only possibility that I can think of. Zeke and Four have a friendship and because of that Four is going to hear about Uriah’s antics. Zeke likely mentioned to Four that his entire group of initiates is going to be fucking hungover for the session today.
He isn’t entirely wrong.
Four doesn’t react, simply getting into position and motioning for me to replicate it. But I don’t. I glance at the clock and read the time as 4:54, muttering, “It’s not 5 o'clock yet. We have time”.
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Four’s Point of View
I narrow my gaze at her and try to prevent my body language from giving away just how much irritation is coursing through me.
I’ve felt this gnawing sense of discomfort fill me since the moment Zeke entered my apartment last night, divulging how Uriah and three of my initiates are getting “hammered” in his dormitory.
It isn’t the alcohol that has me tensing my shoulders, or narrowing my gaze at her, it's the disturbing thought that she was with him. I’ve noticed how close they’ve become.. they eat together, I see them in the pit together, and apparently Zeke placed her to sleep beside Uriah last night as well. Granted there were two extra people on the mattress with them.
In spite of the fact that logically, I’m aware nothing could have occurred, there’s a persistent ache of discomfort in my chest that I can’t identify properly. This can’t be jealousy. I can’t like her.
And yet, when I flick my gaze to her, and locate the determination in her eyes to find out what I’m hiding, I find my throat going dry in appeal.
“I didn’t agree to having a conversation with you, I agreed to train you so that you can improve your fighting” I respond curtly.
There’s a flicker of hurt that catches on her expression and it immediately has me wanting to retract my response. But I don’t, because I can’t. If I tell her the truth, about what I know, I’ll have to explain why I’ve reacted the way that I have. And that will open a conversation that can’t be opened until she isn’t my initiate. Until I can tell her how I feel without putting her in a position where she might feel obligated to return my affection.
It isn’t fair to her. And if I’m going to pursue this.. It has to be done correctly.
So I persist, “Position yourself”.
But she doesn’t. She’s hesitating, and it frustrates me. She grits out in irritation, “Tell me how you know what we were doing”.
I’m almost stunned by the way she’s spoken to me. Y/N has always maintained that line of respect even through the telling of a joke, or when we’re in a session. But now she’s wary, and she’s considering the truth as a possibility; that I like her.
The thought that Y/N might discover my affection for her has reverted me to the default personality that I’ve adopted since the moment that I chose this faction; cold. I cannot let her figure it out before she’s designated an official member.
I pause, tilting my head in an almost sadistic way as I stalk toward her as intimidatingly as I can. My demeanor is insulting, and I’m aware that the next thing I say may ruin the small connection that we’ve developed. But what choice do I have?
“I advise that you learn how to address your superior. I only agreed to this to help you learn how to fight. If you aren’t going to comply, then get out”, his tone is menacingly calm, but there is an undercurrent of condescension. He’s speaking to her in a manner that would resemble a conversation he’s having with an imbecile.
And it’s enough to hurt her feelings. He sees the flicker of emotion on her face before she decidedly takes a step away from him.
Her expression is masked, a glimpse of nothing. “Fine”, she mutters, voice indifferent. Her expression is blank when she glances away from him. And it’s blank as she laces her shoes. And when I hear the latch of the steel entryway, I groan as I come to terms with the fact that I’ve only pushed her further into the arm’s of Uriah, and directly away from me. She’s going to hate me. I watched the hurt consume her, and then I watched her mask it with the ease only a person from Abnegation can adopt. I wonder if she’ll come back tomorrow.
#dauntless#divergent#four#tobias eaton#tobias eaton x reader#writing#instructortobias#amity#tobias eaton writing#candor#tobias eaton x y/n#writingfordivergent
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kinktober ‘23 — 🎃
a/n; im nervous for kinktober but also excited bc if i do it…then you guys will be well fed and I won’t need to write during break and stuff 🤗 also it’s fun to write little works and oneshots based around a kink or scenario instead of having to write a whole story with like…plot 💀 anyways!!! happy spooky season 👻‼️ taglist is now closed…but if you still want to keep up with my kinktober celebration, check back on this masterlist!! all fics will be linked as they are posted 😋 u can also find all fics by searching the tag “— kinktober ‘23 🎃” on my page.
warnings; smut, angst, strong sexual themes, violent sexual scenarios, dark romance themes, all x fem!reader.
characters; ethan landry, jake sully, stiles stilinski, rafe cameron, tobias eaton/four, bruce wayne, finnick o’dair.
d-1 ; ethan landry x breeding kink (drabble)
d-2 ; stiles stilinski x somnophilia (oneshot)
d-3 ; bruce wayne x pain kink (drabble)
d-4 ; rafe cameron x size kink (oneshot)
d-5 ; jake sully x mirror sex (drabble)
d-6 ; finnick o’dair x pussy drunk (drabble)
d-7 ; four x dumbification (oneshot)
d-8 ; rafe cameron x exhibitionism (oneshot)
d-9 ; stiles stilinski x over stimulation (drabble)
d-10 ; jake sully x cunnilingus (drabble)
d-11 ; bruce wayne x age gap (drabble)
d-12 ; stiles stilinski x reverse age gap (drabble)
d-13 ; ethan landry x step sis (oneshot)
d-14 ; four x wax play (drabble)
d-15 ; finnick o’dair x submisson (drabble)
break from 16th through 20th 🎃
d-21 ; ethan landry x creampie (oneshot)
d-22 ; stiles stilinski x expeditionism (drabble)
d-23 ; jake sully x sensation play (drabble)
d-24 ; four x bondage (drabble)
d-25 ; bruce wayne x phone sex (drabble)
d-26 ; rafe cameron x sex tape (oneshot)
d-27 ; finnick o’dair x dub con (drabble)
d-28 ; four x breath play (drabble)
d-29 ; stiles stilinski x dacryphilia (oneshot)
d-30 ; bruce wayne x fear play (drabble)
d-31 ; mystery fic!?
#ethan landry smut#stiles stilinski smut#finnick odair smut#jake sully smut#rafe cameron smut#bruce wayne smut#tobias eaton smut#kinktober
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i beg you to write some tobias eaton jealousy smut where he gets all possesive and shit
possesive tobias makes me feralll
also the plot is boring as hell but i geniuenly couldnt come up with something else
warnings: smut, possessiveness, swearing, fem reader, slight tease Tobias, dirty talk? little tiny bit of degradation (he calls you a slut)
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Summary: Tobias had to show exactly who you belong to
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Need | Tobias Eaton
You're beatiful, that's a fact. Tobias knew it, everyone at Dauntless did. He always felt lucky and greatful to have ended up with you, and he always made sure to remind you of that fact.
However, like everything, there was a downside. People at Dauntless had a tendency for....boldness. Of course that was a given, I mean, it's literally their nature to be bold. But there were times Tobias wished people weren't so bold.
Often times he'd catch people staring at you a little longer than necessary. Other times they'd straight up attempt to flirt with you, but you quickly shut down their advances. However, there's always going to be some idiot who doesn't understand what no means. Like right now.
You were at a party and of course, as expected of Dauntless, everything was absolutely wild. You were having a great time and, surprisingly, so was Tobias. As expected, you had caught the eyes of many in your black silk dress that night and while he felt slightly uneasy at this, who were they to blame really, you did look stunning after all.
At one point, he unwrapped his arm from your waist and excused himself to the bathroom. When he came back, what he saw had him clenching his jaw and curling his hands into fists. A random guy was towering over you, leaning a bit too close for comfort, your face clearly showed discomfort, which had Tobias immediately coming to your side.
"Are you ok darling? Is he bothering you?" He glared at the man as he asked the question, his gaze softening when he glanced back down at you. You meekly nodded, wanting nothing more than to be left alone with your lover.
"Oh come one babygirl don't play hard to get, we were having fun" The man reeked of alcohol making his nose twitch in disgust. His grip on your waist tightened. "She's clearly taken, so I would back off if I were you"
The man merely glanced at him before he drifted his attention back to you, continuing his advances. Tobias stepped in front of you, pushing a finger into the mans chest. "I said back off" He seethed.
Before he could answer, Tobias grabbed your hand and walked towards the door with a fast pace, leaving you no choice but to follow. Once you were walking down the empty hallways of the compound, you reached up to place your hand on his tense shoulders. Hesitantly, you called out to him.
"..Tobias?"
You were answered with silence, and while you questioned the unusual behaviour, you decided to keep quiet, not wanting to cause further tension.
Before you knew it, you were at the door of your shared apartment. As soon as the door closed, Tobias had you pressed up against the wall, his lips kissing yours in fervour. You were absolutely breathless, your mind going blank at the feeling of his hands roaming your body.
He seperated from your lips, though only a mere centimeters. He gazed deep into your eyes, his own half lidded ones holding a dark lustful gaze. "You're mine" He growled. His low tone sent shivers down your spine, your breath hitching in your throat.
He picked you up with ease, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he manuvered with ease through the house and to your bed. Gently he plopped you down and crawled on top of you, his toned arms caging you under him. His lips were back on yours, the tension rising as his hands roam your curves. Your shirt rode up with the movements and in one swift movement it was off, leaving you in your bra. His lips began to move down, leaving lingering kisses on your jaw and neck. You let out a breathy moan when he kisses the crevice of your neck. When he pulled back, he admired the series of hickeys decorating your neck.
With expertise, he unclipped your bra, throwing it to the side. Similarly to your neck, he began to spread hickeys wherever he could. Your back arched when his warm mouth enveloped your sensitive nipple, the other teased between his thumbs. "Mmm Tobias" You breathed out, your hands on the back of his head, messing up his brown locks. He continued giving his attetion to your chest, switching between one nipple and the other until you were writhing underneath him.
"Please Tobias, I need it"
You whined, but he only seemed to want to tease you.
"Need what baby? Use your words"
"Fuck please, i- i need your cock"
That's all he needed to hear for him to remove the rest of your clothes as well as his own onto the pile on the floor. He placed his hands under your knees, spreading your legs until you were wide open for him. The sight of your wet cunt made his dick twitch, a groan errupting from his throat at the sight. "Fuck baby you're already so wet for me, can't wait for this cock to fill you up hm?"
You nodded frantically, wanting to be filled up to the brim. You grinded your hips, needing to feel friction on your throbbing pussy. He leaned forward, pressing your legs to your chest as he lined up with your needy hole. Without any warning, he slammed into you, causing a loud moan to rip from you.
"I'm gonna show everyone who you belong to, who fucks you so hard you can't walk properly like a needy little slut"
You whined at the filthy words, but before you could even react, he was already slamming his hips into your ass, the dirty sounds of squelching filling the room.
He lifted your hips a little bit, allowing him to reach places you didn't know existed. Your head fell back onto the mattress, your jaw hung open while the most pornographic mewls left your mouth. He grunted at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick, your nails scratching his back adding to the feeling of pleasure.
Soon enough your back arched, your moans rising in pitch and your words turned into gibberish as you felt your orgasm reach its peak. Tobias quickened his pace, feeling his own release coming close.
"o-ooh my god f-fuck i'm gonna cum"
"cum for me baby"
With a couple more thrusts you were cumming all over his cock, your body jerked uncontrollably. Not long after he released his seed inside you, using your overstimulated hole to chase his high.
When you finally caught your breath, you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips "That was good"
He pressed kisses all over your face before looking at you with a smirk "Don't think I'm done with you"
#headcanons#masterlist#headcanon#divergent quotes#divergent four#four divergent#divergent series#divergent#divergent fanfiction#divergent imagine#divergent x reader#divergent rp#divergent smut#four x reader#four smut#tobias eaton x reader#tobias smut#tobias eaton imagine#tobias eaton smut#tobias eaton oneshot#tobias eaton#bookaddict#books
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Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Divergent Series - Veronica Roth,
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Relationships: None
Characters: Four | Tobias Eaton, Amar (Divergent), Eric (Divergent), Marcus Eaton
Additional Tags: Mild Transphobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse
Part 2 of the Changing Times Series, Part 1 of Four: The Contender
Summary:
Angela Eaton has only ever wanted to be free. This is his one chance
Excerpt:
The mirror in my house has always been loose. It doesn’t sit quite right in the frame; if you touch it, it shifts like it might fall. It’s always bothered my father - I can tell. He always tries to fix it before cutting my hair or his, tries to push it back and readjust it but it continues to be loose. I think it might fall one of these days, but it hasn’t yet.
I like to think that it’s some sort of metaphor for my life. It hasn’t fallen apart yet, but it’s getting there.
“You know what to expect,” my father says as he trims the ends of my hair. When he’s done, he runs a comb through it before pinning it up in a bun. Sometimes I wish my hair was like my mother’s, thick and curly – never quite contained by the traditional Abnegation style. I have her hooked nose at least, and my skin is ever so slightly darker than my father's. I don't want to look like him.
“You’ll sit behind me and wait for them to call your name; when they do, you’ll go up to the stage and take the knife from the faction representative. Then you’ll cut yourself and drop your blood in the right bowl.” Our eyes meet in the mirror’s reflection for a second and he tries at a smile, which is practically a foreign concept to him.
He touches my shoulder and I notice that we’re about the same height now but I’m more frail looking, my clothes baggy even for the normally loose Abnegation style. My father on the other hand is broad shouldered and stronger than most Abnegation.
For as long as I can remember I have found his strength terrifying. When my mother was alive I remember her being small and thin, and when my father would stand near her I remember thinking that he could snap her in half. He broke her wrist once. I was eight at the time and I don’t remember why, just the two of them fighting in the kitchen and the sound of the bone snapping was so loud that I heard it in the living room. When I came in to see what had happened – a stupid idea really given that the only thing my father hated more than my mother crying is me seeing her cry because he said it would inspire me to be weak like her – she was sobbing, still caught in my father’s grasp. He gave her a disgusted look and then shoved her back into the counter and left, muttering.
My mother hardly left the house anyways, but I remember specifically while her wrist was healing my father forbade her from leaving. He said that it would be embarrassing to have to explain that his clumsy wife broke her wrist falling down the stairs.
The feeling of him gently squeezing my shoulder draws me out of the memory, just one of dozens filled with pain and terror. The vast majority involve my mother crying whether silently as she cleaned my injuries as best she could, or sobbing because my father had hurt her severely and she was desperate for it to stop.
“The knife will only hurt for a moment. Then your choice will have been made and it will all be over.”
#Tobias Eaton#Eric Coulter#divergent#fanfic#my writing#four is trans and this is not a disputable fact
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—𓆩[something worse]𓆪—
𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪
𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Tobias Eaton (Four) x Fem! Dauntless Born! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - smut, fluff
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You and Four had been together since he chose Dauntless, especially because you were one of the Dauntless born pulled into training. You both had never put a label on your relationship because it never seemed right, but everyone knew that you both were a couple, except the newest tributes you both were training, no matter how obvious you both made it. It seems you both have to make it a little more obvious.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - so sorry I was writing this during a final and it might suck I’m sorry 😭 || cursing || unprotected sex || creampie || oral || fingering
You were used to wandering eyes, you really were, your partner was literally the hottest man in Dauntless. It didn’t really matter about wandering eyes though when they knew you both were together, label or not, but it seemed to be difficult to get through the mind of one of the new initiates.
You weren’t born Abnegation like either of them, you were a bitch and you made sure everyone knew it. You were a lovable bitch though, that’s why you were being fucked every night by the hottest man in all of the factions.
It passed through your mind to just show her, get Four to tell her something is going on in a certain area just to pull him there to fuck you. You passed it through Tori just to make sure, and she said no though, so you decided not to go through with it.
Maybe that’s why you were watching Four fix Tris’ position because she wouldn’t stick with it when Eric did it. It made your skin crawl, staring at the two of them. Maybe it did feel right that he was with someone from his home faction, didn’t he like selfless people? You were selfless in your own way, right? He knew that.
“Hey, you okay?” Uriah asks you, a smile quickly making its way to your face.
“Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m okay, thank you. I’m going to go see how some of the kids are doing, you mind telling Four?” You start collecting your stuff, inhaling deeply as Uriah follows you.
“He’s coming over here.”
You shoot up as Four stands in front of you, his brow raised. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to go do my time at the school,” you say, smiling slightly. “I just… haven’t seen King in a while.”
Four sighs. “Well… I can go with you in a minute, okay? King likes me, right?”
You laugh, slowly lifting your arms to wrap your arms around his neck before pausing. Public displays of affection were never really your thing, but you really wanted to.
Four saw you pause, leaning down to wrap his arms around your waist as you smiled and wrapped yours around his neck. “Everyone likes you, Four,” you teased, giggling. “But I love you.”
He smiles back, leaning down for a soft kiss as you tugged on his hair. “I love you too.”
You pulled his hands closer to your form, pulling his face into your neck as you looked over his shoulder just enough to wink at Tris before pulling away. “Let’s go see King.”
He nods, letting you lead him out of the training area and to the school. Dauntless didn’t teach like Erudite did, but they made sure that the children of the faction learned things needed to survive in the faction. King was a child of two Dauntless soldiers who had died exploring beyond the wall, and as a result, you both took him in sort of like your own.
Seeing you with a child really made Four want to give you a child, especially with how good you were with kids, but it never really seemed to be the right time.
That was until he saw you twirling another boy in your eyes, King cleaning one of Four’s guns while the older man oiled up one of the other ones. The younger boy was named Chris, someone whose parents got caught up in a mission and you both took him home just for a while.
“She looks good with a baby, right?” King asks, smiling. “Y/N was always good with kids. She was good with me,” he mumbles now, smiling. “I’m doing well in my training. She said that.”
“You are,” Four said with a smile. “You’re doing really well. Ranked third, kid, you’re doing good,” he leaned forward and ruffled his hair with a laugh. “Want you to get that first spot, though.”
King grins. “I will.”
Someone knocks making you fix Chris on your hip, quickly walking toward the door as Four stands. “Stay there,” he orders to King as you open the door, raising a brow when you see Tris. “Who is it?”
“Uhm… can I help you?”
She inhaled. “I just… I’m here to see Four.”
“Four, honey!” You yell out, the tall man coming behind you and settling a hand on your hip. “One of the trainees wants to speak with you.”
Four raised a brow. “Everything alright?”
Oh, the Abnegation was coming out.
“Y-Yeah, everything’s fine-”
“Perfect,” Four smiles, taking Chris from your arms and setting him on the ground. “King, come here!”
The older boy quickly walks over, standing just like Four. “Yeah?”
“Why don’t you take Chris down to eat? Tris will join you both,” Four says making King’s nose scrunch. “What?”
“Don’t forget I sleep here too.” King takes Chris’ hand, looking back just a bit. “Don’t forget I have a bed! That’s my bed!”
“Bye, King!” You laughed as Four grinned, closing the door as his other hand held your waist.
You couldn’t stop smiling, giggling as you stared up at him. “You did that, didn’t you?”
His smile grows, just a bit. “Yeah, I did. Uriah kind of… hinted it to me.”
You hummed. “Good, because I would've done something worse,” you said, slowly stepping back and pushing your hands into his tight black shirt. “I was this close.”
“Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?” He asked, smiling as the back of your knees bumps against the bed. His rough hands slip under your shirt, rubbing against your back as though he could feel the black ink you had gotten tattooed.
“Was gonna make her catch us fucking in the corridor,” you giggled as Four slipped off your shirt, humming as he leaned down. “Who said we always have to fuck on the bed? You like that idea?”
He nodded into your shoulder, lips pressing soft kisses to your skin as you started to lean back, his hands securely catching you before you could fall back fully. Carefully, he sets you down, his mouth pressing hot kisses to your neck down your chest. “I fucking love that idea,” he mumbled, his hand slowly rubbing circles against your thigh. “You want to go do that now?”
It was a tempting offer, but you shake your head. “No,” you say, tugging on the hem of his shirt. “You already got me here. Why move?”
He smiled even wider, leaning down as his hands moved to your hips to slowly tug at the tactile pants you wore. “I was thinking,” he whispers as you pull him down to press kisses to his neck. You could see the black peeking out from his shirt, pulling it off of him easily as he pulled away just to slip it off before pulling off your own. “You looked good with Chris on your hip.”
You paused, looking up at him. “You think so?”
He nodded, his hands tugging at your sports bra as your hands dragged down his back. He kneels over your body, pressing kisses down your neck to your chest. “I know so. You’re a natural with kids, angel, you’re fucking perfect.”
The slight husk in his voice made a shiver run up your back, your stomach twisting and heat flooding into your underwear as he lets his hot mouth suck at your lower stomach. “D-Does that mean something?”
He smiled, looking up at you. “Did I just get a Dauntless-born to stutter?”
You blushed madly, looking away. “Don’t let it get to your head, Four.”
He laughs, pressing a kiss to your pelvic bone before he slowly starts to pull your underwear off, his fingers dancing along your thighs as you squirmed, gasping as he pressed a firm kiss to your clit. It makes you squirm, his fingers replacing his lips as he kisses lower and lower.
“F-Fuck,” you whimper as the tip of his fingers slowly prod against your cunt, his mouth sucking and licking around his fingers as your hands push into his hair. “F-Four, you’re being too nice.”
He laughs, pulling away just for a minute as he slowly pushes a thick finger into you, watching as your hips buck into the air and your back arches. “Maybe it’s the Abnegation?”
You shook your head, reaching a hand down to push his fingers deeper into your pussy. It makes you whine, a gasp coming from your lips as he pulls them out just for a second to add another finger. “Abnegation is selfless, my darling, maybe it’s the Amity? J-Just, don’t stop.”
He laughs, popping a kiss to your cunt before pushing his fingers deeper into you, watching as you squirmed. Moans fall from your lips as he pressed firm circles against your clit, the sensitive bud making you whine loudly, hips bucking.
His fingers curl inside of you, pushing his tongue into you with his fingers as you tug on his hair and your other hand finds his cheek.
You felt your stomach twisting, hips bucking uncontrollably as you attempted to ride his fingers. You gasped as his fingers curled inside of you, attempting to find that one soft spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back. It didn’t take him long to find, especially because he’s memorized your body over the years and he groaned as you clenched around him.
“Come on honey, cum for me. Want to watch you cum.”
Your eyes rolled back, whimpering as he pushed his fingers knuckle deep into you to watch your pussy flutter. Your stomach twists, loud groaning falling from your lips as your stomach twists. Your hips buck, eyes rolling back as he sucked on your cunt, swallowing loudly as he pulled out his fingers.
He pulled away, sitting up as he pulled down his pants just enough to pull out his cock, hissing as you raised your legs to wrap around his waist. He grunts as he slowly pushes into you, eyes rolling back as he leaned down to hold himself up with his elbows, pulling you in for a kiss. “Fucking hell, I want to see you with my kids so bad,” he groaned, gasping as you pulled him down for a kiss. “Want to see you pregnant over and over again.”
You whined, his hips moving quickly as the bed pounded into the wall, your nails dragging down his back. His cock rammed into your pussy, strong thrusts making your eyes roll back as he pressed his lips to your neck. “You want that honey? Want to be fucked, round and full with my kids?”
You nodded, whining loudly. “Yes! Yes, I do!”
He grunts loudly, slamming into you just to feel your pussy clench along his entire shaft, a broken moan leaving his lips as you cum again around him. “Fuck.”
“Fuck, fuck! Four!” You yelled out as he reaches down to rub firm circles into your clit, rutting his hips just a few more times as he came inside you for the first time without protection.
It was an odd feeling, but filling as he groaned loudly, your cunt continued to clench around him to milk him of everything he had. It was warm, and if you could feel sticky-ness inside of you, it would be this. You whimper as he starts to pull out, trying to reach forward to pull him back in before he grabs your legs, pushing them back so your knees were on your shoulders.
“You don’t think we’re done yet, do you? Gotta make sure this sticks.”
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Hey! I love your work so much. Can you do 4 with four (tobias) from divergent ?
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warnings; swearing, fighting, blood mention.
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prompt; 4. "Why do you sacrifice so much for me?"
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Dauntless initiation is—unsurprisingly—far from what you thought it would be. To be fair, you’re not entirely sure what exactly you were expecting in the first place. All you know was that you were going to be in for a ride when they made you jump on and off of a moving train directly after transferring.
This gave you a clue of what was to come, of course, but you took it in a different direction. If they wanted to see how daring you could be by risking your lives, then maybe that meant you’d be doing dangerous tasks throughout the rest of the month.
On the first day, you assumed that you’d be learning how to throw away your inhibitions and solely rely on your instincts. An idea that isn’t incredibly outlandish when it comes to Dauntless. After all, they’re the ones in charge of security and wall perimeter—the jobs that can end up being deadly.
This is why you didn’t have a significant reaction when you were informed by Four that they’d be introducing you to self-defense. They proceeded to hang you a gun, gave you a target, and told you to shoot until your bullets were gone. And after lunch, they brought you to a large room where you were taught how to properly fight an opponent.
This is when reality had begun to set in. They were not teaching you this in case the situation ever arose, but because they wanted you to use it in the coming week. You’re going to be forced to defend yourself, whether you like it or not. They were just being courteous enough to teach you how to, first.
You didn’t figure this out until yesterday when you saw the chalkboard. While it had previously been devoid of writing, it suddenly held a list of names side by side, pairing initiates up together. For the first few minutes, you were under the impression that it was for sparring.
When they sent Al and Will into the center circle together, instructed to fight one another, you looked at Four. You found his eyes already on you, arms crossed over his chest, face hard. In that moment, you remembered all of his warnings for you to pay close attention to the way he’d been throwing his kicks and punches.
It’s not like you were ignoring him, but you did continuously brush him off because he was being overbearing. He must’ve taken this as you just being a know-it-all Erudite, leaving you to figure it out on your own. You’d have to learn one way or another that your logic wouldn’t help.
When really, you hadn’t heard him when he said that you’d be fighting your fellow initiates.
You were a deer in headlights when the rules were explained. In these fights, you are to keep going until one of you is unable to continue. And while you could concede, it won’t be done without going unpunished. In the old rules, a brave man can acknowledge the strength of others. In the new rules, made by the newest Dauntless leader, a brave man never surrenders.
You think Four may have recognized that a mistake was made. He was quick to come up with an escape, albeit at the cost of your pride. He called you out in the middle of Eric’s explanation, telling you not to be sick on the floor unless you wanted to clean it. All you had to say was that breakfast wasn’t settling well, and you were excused to go sit down with a trash can.
With there being ten initiates in your group, there should’ve been five fights. You sat out, making it four, but none of you made it past the second one. Will and Al fought just fine, Al even won. The next fight to happen was Christina and Molly, which was following the same pattern as the first fight, until Christina decided that she wanted to concede.
That’s when you were informed that a punishment would go along with it. Eric was pissed, dragging Christina all the way to the chasm in the Pit that hangs above the river, barking at the rest of you to follow. He then made her climb to the other side of the railing and forced her to hold on to the bridge by her hands until he was satisfied.
When she didn’t fall to her death, you were dismissed for the rest of the day. This destroyed your plan of analyzing the fighting techniques of the others to figure out what you’re supposed to do. To make up for it, you thought you could come practice in the middle of the night, but the doors were locked.
So, to put it lightly, you’re screwed. The only way to learn now is from the fights that will be taking place, and even then you’ll still be at a disadvantage no matter how you approach it.
As soon as you step foot into the training room, your eyes find the chalkboard, curious to who you’ve been paired up with today. Yesterday, it was supposed to be Tris, the Abnegation transfer. She would’ve been a good first fight to figure out how you want to be in the ring, but that opportunity has passed.
Today, you are given more of a challenging opponent—Peter.
“Oh no,” A voice says, you glance over your shoulder to see that Christina is limping her way over to Tris. Her face is fairly bruised from the beating she received from Molly yesterday. “At least you aren’t paired with Peter.”
Both of them look in your direction, and you accidentally lock eyes with Christina for a moment. You press your lips together in disgust and turn away, no longer interested in their conversation. You are not a member of Erudite anymore, but that doesn’t mean they’ll stop seeing you that way. Not until you prove to them that you’re not snot-nosed.
You turn your attention to Peter, who’s got a good few inches on you. Which wouldn’t be an issue, much less have you worried, if he didn’t have the muscle he does. This fight could easily go two ways, but you have a feeling it’s leaning in his favor more than yours.
“Maybe she can just take a few hits and pretend to go unconscious.” Al suggests loud enough for you to hear. “No one would blame her.”
You grit your teeth at the idea of taking the cowards way out, something that you won’t be doing, no matter how tempting it is. Even if it does work out in your favor, there’s no telling what Eric will do to you when he figures out that you’d faked it. While he made Christina hang from the chasm by her hands, he’d tell you to do something much worse. Or kick you out of initiation altogether for not having the Dauntless heart.
Which isn’t true. You belong here.
Fortunately, you and Peter are not the first fight of the day, it’s Edward and Molly. You might as well be, though. The pair of you are listed directly underneath them. You think that you’d even prefer being the first to go. If you could get it out of the way, you would.
As you mindlessly watch Edward and Molly, you try to pick out some of their moves to remember with Peter. Four had taught the group of you the basics to get started, he never said that you couldn’t mix in what you know as well. Which is nothing, because you’ve never got into a fight before. There was never a need to.
The personalization works out in Edward’s favor. The technique that Molly had used yesterday on Christina is fairly predictable. On top of that, she’s not fast enough to keep up with Edward’s pace. It’s only a matter of minutes before she’s beaten near-unconscious. That’s when Drew and Peter work together to peel her off of the wooden floor and to the nearest wall to recover.
In the short time you have, you take a couple of deep breaths, shaking your hands to rid the anxious energy that’s fueling your body. You make eye contact with Four briefly, and in this time, he gives you a solid nod. He’s confident in your abilities, more so than you are. It’s a shame that you’re probably going to let him down.
Still, you walk your way to the white circle, standing at one end of it while you wait for Peter. When he finally turns his attention to you,. There’s a smile spread across his face,
“You okay there, Blowhard?” Peter teases, you can almost feel your eyes bulge out of your head at the nickname. “You look like you’re about to cry. I might go easy on you if you cry.”
“Did you just call me a Blowhard?” You sputter out a laugh. “What does that make you, a Crybaby?”
You look past Peter, at Four, who’s standing side-by-side with Eric. His face is twisted, focused hard on the two of you in the ring. Eric, on the other hand, is tapping his foot quickly, impatience shining through.
Peter raises his hands by his face, elbows and knees bent as he begins to prepare for the fight. “Come on, (Y/n). Just one little tear. Maybe some begging.”
Without warning, you swing your leg at his side, intending to land a kick. He’s prepared for this, grabbing your ankle and yanking you forward, pulling you off balance. You land on your back, but quickly twist to get back to your feet, fists returning, readying yourself.
“Stop playing with her.” Eric suddenly snaps. “I don’t have all day.”
This is enough for Peter, as the amused look on his face disappears. His movement is one giant blur, but the pain in your jaw is sharp, as it continues to spread across your face. For a moment, bright white stars and a black void flow across your vision, taking your balance with it.
You blink rapidly, backing away from Peter as you try to get the room to stop swaying. This lasts for a few seconds at most, because Peter is moving just as quickly as Edward had been. He appears in front of you, foot slamming into your stomach, stealing the air from your lungs.
You clutch your ribs as you fight through the pain in your abdomen. Peter takes this as an invitation to come closer, but you’re expecting this. You catch his fist as you slide your foot between his legs, tripping him. Instead of falling forward, you throw him back, twisting his arm in the process.
You land on your knees hard. The dull pain is at the front of your thoughts for a second before you’ve got your first slamming into Peter’s nose. You get two hits in, then he takes a fistful of hair at the back of your head, yanking. He repays the favor by punching you in the nose.
It doesn’t matter how hard you kick or slap, because he’s got a tight grip. The next hit he lands is to your ribs, in the same place that you’d been holding onto moments prior. You open your mouth, letting out a strangled cry, and a metallic taste spreads over your tongue. One word comes to mind; blood.
He lets go of your hair, shoving you away. You land on your palms, gasping through your lips, eyes blurry with tears as you search the ground for the white paint. You begin to crawl away, wanting to put some distance between the two of you while you take a breath, but he grabs your ankle, dragging you back toward him.
He draws his foot back, and despite knowing what’s coming, you don’t move in time, letting the toe of his shoe sink into your skin. You cough, the next few seconds are agonizing as you forget how to breathe, like a fish out of water.
“That’s enough.” Four’s voice breaks through the silence. “Get her out.”
“She’s still moving.” Eric tells him. “She gets out when she can no longer go on.”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you move to roll over. You won’t play pretend, you refuse to take the easy way out. You are not an Erudite anymore, you won’t run. You’re going to fight.
Somehow you manage to get to your feet, fists raised, eyes barely focusing on Peter long enough to keep track of him. You gather the blood in your mouth, spitting it at his feet.
“Come at me, you little bitch.” You murmur.
Peter flies across the circle, fist coming at your face. You manage to catch it with one hand, and with the other, you slap him with an open palm. The sound of skin-on-skin fills the air, there’s a few audible gasps in the room.
It’s over, you think. Just before Peter knocks your lights out.
When you come back to Earth, you’re suspended in the air, swaying from side to side. You’ve never been motion sick before, but the dizziness is so hard to handle that this is enough to send you over the edge.
“‘M gonna be sick.” You mutter.
The world stops moving for a second, and then you’re placed on your feet. Your hands reach for something to hold on to as support. They come into contact with another hand, which you wrap your fingers around tightly as your breakfast comes back up as a liquid.
When you’re done, you turn to face the person who had just been holding you in their arms. You’re met with Four, who has his eyebrows raised, waiting for you to say something.
“Thank you.” You whisper.
“Why are you thanking me?”
“For putting me down.” You breathe, leaning over with your hands on your knees. “And for trying to get me out of there. And for delaying my fight yesterday.”
When you look at him again, there’s a softer look on his face, different from the scowl that you’re used to seeing. He reaches over, rubbing a hand over your back. “It’s okay, (Y/n).”
“You could’ve gotten in trouble with Eric.” You say, shaking your head as you move to stand straighter. “Why do you sacrifice so much for me?”
Four opens his mouth, and then closes it. It’s silent between the two of you for a minute as he decides how he wants to respond. Or maybe he’s thinking that you’ll change the subject. With your persistence, he sighs.
“Because you’re different.”
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Soo I never write, but I was about to go to sleep, and this popped into my head, so I thought I'd write about it. Also, I'm not new to Tumblr, but this is my first ever fic so pls don't judge. (not grammar checked)
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Four (Tobias Eaton) x reader
The last test of my fear simulation was over. I jumped out of the chair I lay on, and blink a few times trying to adjust to the bright light hitting my eyes. The echo of people clapping erupted from all corners of the room, and as I finally took a step and could actually look around, I saw Four standing off to my left. My head turned and he was smiling as he walked over.
He came over and reached out his arms for what I understood to be a hug, so I took a few more steps toward him, but he went around me. He passed me to go hug Tris. I saw as he effortlessly picked her up and spun her around, and when he placed her down he gave her a kiss on her forehead, as she started telling him God knows what.
I love Tris, she's my sister, but of course, she would be the one to replace me, for what only felt like the hundredth time ever. I wasn't mad at Tris though, I was furious as Four. He was the one who told me to keep things private.
"Private, but not secret."
I remember the words he said to me. The words he promised me, while we lay tangled in his sheets, discussing what label we wanted to put on ourselves.
"Four! What the hell?" I aggressively pushed past Tris to get to him.
"Oh no, here comes your shadow." Tris taunted, and I shot a glare at her.
"Y/n, your simulation went better than I expected!" Four said with a sarcastic tone behind it.
"Don't avoid the ques- wait what?" I started to process what he was inferring with his remark. "What do you mean, 'better than you expected'?" I asked as I took a step closer to him, with an insulted look on my face.
"I mean you did better than what I thought you could do, based off of how horrible most of your other abilities are. Not to mention you have possibly the most forgettable personality, and you always complain about 'What if I don't make the cut?', 'What if everyone thinks I want to be like Tris?', 'What if everyone thinks I'm lame?', but what you don't understand, y/n is that we all already think that."
I felt the room get a little smaller, and everyone was so silent you could hear a feather fall. All of a sudden applause burst out from the people in the room, surrounding the three of us, and seemingly agreeing with what Four said.
I stood there, in shock, jaw dropped, waiting for him to say he was just kidding, or for me to just drop dead.
I confided in Four, I trusted in Four, and I would argue I loved him. I told him the 3 things I hated the most.
Public degradation, Being yelled at, and being compared to Tris.
Somehow he had managed to have done all 3 of those things in a matter of seconds.
"Four.. say you don't mean it." I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, and off my chin. I'm not sure when I started crying, but now I was more upset, that he had to have gotten the response he wanted from me. Why else would he say those things.
"Four." My voice was weak, but his stare was strong and cold. He looked me up and down, before turning around.
"Pathetic." He managed to say just loud enough for me to hear, as his back was turned, and he walked away.
I lost him in the crowd in a matter of seconds as I decided I needed to calm down before more people can see that I'm crying. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, and focused on the feeling of the cold air of the room against my tear-stained cheeks.
I opened my eyes, and there I was, back in the chair, in the middle of the normal-sized room.
Again I was blinded by the lights and tried to blink them away. They were brighter than they were the first time. People began clapping again, and before I could even take a step off of the chair I was laid in, Four had reached me and took my hands in his.
"Y/n, I would never betray you like that." He was trying to look me in the eyes, but I avoided his gaze. He lifted one of his hands to make me look at him. When my eyes met his he smiled and I opened my mouth to talk, but he hurried and put a finger over my mouth.
"Y/n, I don't want you to be scared to tell me things, I care for you very much..."
I was getting Deja Vu. Not the kind that's like been there done that, but the kind of Deja Vu, that leaves you with the same empty mysterious feeling of nothing in the pit of your stomach. I remembered when I told Four I loved him, and his response was, "Thank you for loving me", that was enough for me to understand he wasn't ready yet, but now it had been almost a year, and he still couldn't say the words.
"Four I know, it's okay, I don't want to force you to say things you don't mean." I looked at him with a peaceful rage in my eyes, hurt he couldn't say the words, and upset he wasn't as committed to me as I was to him.
He tilted his head to the side with an offended look on his face, "Don't do that y/n, you can't do that. Don't push me away, not now." He looked at me with sadness in his eyes. "Not now, not ever." He was begging at this point.
"Why? Why not now?" I was confused by his sudden specificity in time.
Four grabbed my hands again, as he leaned in to place his lips on mine. I wanted to resist because I was angry at him, he wasn't committed, he didn't care. But I could hear him reassuring me. He wasn't speaking out loud, but he was speaking to me. He broke the kiss, and rested his forehead on mine, taking a breath.
"Because I love you."
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