I will be taking requests for two more weeks before I close them, and I’ll be writing and posting until I log off my account for the summer the 12th of June (the day I go on summer break), so if you have any requests you want written, request now before it’s too late!
- Sam Drake (Uncharted)
- Rick Flag (Suicide Squad)
- Floyd Lawton/Deadshot (Arrow)
- Eric Coulter (Divergent, not Insurgent or Allegiant)
- James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island)
When Four had caught you heading back to your dorm, getting ready to go to bed, you didn’t know what to expect when he asked you to follow him instead. After Four had found out about you being Divergent, the two of you had been spending more and more time together. Heart pounding in your chest, you followed him, let him lead you down a series of familiar corridors before you ended up in the simulation room. Four nodded at the door as he prepared the serum, and you frowned as you hesitantly closed it behind you, before asking, “What are we doing?”
“We’re going into my fear landscape. To practice how to hide your Divergence.” Four responds so nonchalantly you almost don’t register the weight of his words. You blink at him in surprise, before shaking your head as Four asks, “Problem?”
“Yeah, I…” you trail off, gulping. “You want me to see your fear landscape?”
Four shrugs, as if not seeing how vulnerable it is, to let you into his mind despite being so consistently closed off from you. Despite the palpable tension between the two of you that’s existed since you first got initiated into Dauntless, he still remains guarded. No matter how close you feel like you’re getting to him, Four always manages to shut you out at the last minute.
You flinch as you watch Four inject the serum into his neck, before loading another vial for you. No matter how many times you’ve done this, you still hate the sight of needles. Taking in a deep breath, you let Four inject the serum into your veins. He attaches a probe to the side of your head, and the both of you settle into the single chair in the center of the room. You rest your head on his chest, feeling his breaths steady.
Suddenly, the lights above you begin to distort, the ceiling swirling into a different scene. You feel the chill of strong winds pass over your face, and you turn to see that you’re suspended high up in the air.
You gasp out of shock, jerking upright as you see Four in front of you. The both of you are balanced on some sort of beam in between two high rises. Four grips the beam, his breaths shaky as his hands tremble slightly, and you nod slowly, breathing out, “Fear of heights.”
“Everyone’s afraid of something.” Four mumbles, gulping as he struggles to even look at you, too transfixed with the drop all the way to the ground. Edging closer to him, you don’t think, suddenly reaching out to hold his face in your hands. Four looks up at you in surprise as you offer him a reassuring smile, and he feels the tiniest smile edging onto his own face.
“Hey, don’t think about your fears too much, okay?” you try to reassure him. “We’re going to be alright. Let’s get out of here.”
Steadily getting to your feet, you help Tobias stand, too, the both of you carefully balancing as you battle against the strong with that threaten to topple you over. But, for the first time, Four suddenly feels like he can conquer his fears, especially with you gripping his hand, reminding him that he’s going to be okay with you at his side.
What if we connected on Snapchat too? I just thought it would be nice. We’d get to know each other better, even chat about our fandoms.
I know this is kinda crazy, but I feel like a lot of people here (me included) need support and new friends, mostly during this quarentine times.
If anyone likes this idea, please message me and I could try to make a group chat here or something like that.
Xoxo, love you.
Eric: No one’s dying down here, not on my watch.
Hey Y’all! I know I’ve been MIA but just know there’ll be a lot of fics being pumped out this coming two weeks, and as soon as they’re all clear and done, I’ll be taking requests again! I’ll leave my inbox open for the next two hours for any requests before I shut them down for a little, but here’s a list of who I write for:
-RPF (must be for celebs over 18)
-That 70s Show
-The Originals/vampire diaries
-Law and Order SVU
-Game of thrones
word count: 2602
“Yay in so happy you’ll do divergent pics! I’ve fallen down mainly an Eric x reader hole. Could you do something cute and fluffy with Eric pleaseee. He may be a jerk but I love him so much “
description: the newest member of the dauntless faction finds herself drawn to her brutal trainer
pairing: eric coulter x female!reader
warnings: swearing, slight mentions of a toxic home life
The wind whipped around me, tangling my bright yellow dress around me. My heart jumped to my throat as I expected to land on the cold, hard ground. I was starting to regret my choice. Even if the aptitude test said I was Dauntless, I should’ve stayed in Amity. Being here, they were going to kill me!
I almost let out a cry of relief when I felt a net underneath me, catching me from falling further down the what looked like bottomless abyss. I crawled to the edge of the net, my whole body still shaking. The initiates trainer waiting for me was full of tattoos, had his hair shaved on the sides, and had a piercing through his eyebrow. He looked like the poster child for Dauntless, and if he didn’t look so young, I would think he was the Dauntless leader.
He eyed my clothes with a raised eyebrow. “Did you fall into the wrong faction?”
I shook my head. “No, I chose Dauntless.”
“An Amity choosing to be Dauntless? Interesting,” he noted. “What’s your name, Pansycake.”
I winced at the Dauntless nickname for Amity before responding, “(Y/N).”
“Even sounds like an Amity name,” he muttered before turning to the rest of the initiates who had already jumped and announced, “Our next jumper, (Y/N)!”
He roughly pulled me from the net just in time for another initiate to come flying down from the building. Once all the initiates had jumped, we followed our trainers into the Dauntless city. I marvelled at the place, I had never seen where the Dauntless lived before. Not even in pictures really. Understandably so, Dauntless and Amity weren’t exactly the closest of factions.
“Dauntless initiates, you’ll follow Lauren. New initiates will come with me,” the trainer who had caught us said. “We won’t start your training tonight, but we’ll get you settled away and show you around.”
The initiates broke in half and the newbies followed our leader around the city. I took this moment to look around and take in my fellow new Dauntless members. There was a number of blue bodies (the Erudite), few black and white (the Candor), but of course no grey (the Abnegation) and only one yellow, me.
We were finally led to the room where the initiates would be staying. Our leader turned to us before allowing us to enter.
“Before you really get into this,” he started, “I have to warn you that the Dauntless training is not an easy task. Just because you’re new to the faction doesn’t mean we’ll be taking it easy on you. We’ll be training you just as hard as we train our Dauntless initiates. If you don’t measure up, if you step out of line, if you refuse to keep going after we’ve told you to, you’re out. No ifs, ands, or buts. If we don’t think you’re cut out to be Dauntless, you’re done. If anyone wants to leave now, we recommend you do so you don’t waste our time.”
I pretended not to see the eyes darting towards me before quickly looking away. Instead, I held the trainer’s eye contact. He was definitely being less subtle about thinking I was going to fail, but the joke was on him. His doubt in me was only going to push me more, to make me want to pass and become a full Dauntless member. I wasn’t going to fail, not if I had anything to do with it.
When no one stepped away or responded, he spoke again, “Good. Now, go rest. We start right after breakfast tomorrow morning. You’re all gonna want to be well rested and ready to go.”
Despite how hard I tried, I just couldn’t sleep. I was staring at the ceiling for hours, listening to my fellow initiates sleeping heavily around me. I couldn’t stop thinking of the day before, when I chose Dauntless. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see my parents faces. Part of me wished I’d open them again and it would just be the day before the ceremony, and all of this would be some sort of nightmare, but of course that didn’t happen.
I gave up trying to sleep. I silently pulled myself up out of the bed and slipped on the jet black Dauntless clothes that were provided for us. They were a little tight, but it seemed like that was the Dauntless way, too.
I silently creeped out of the room, making sure I didn’t wake any of the other initiates, or that none of them got up to follow me. The last thing I needed was some Candor or Erudite trying to prove themselves early by attacking the Amity. I had heard stories like that before.
I walked to the chasm that we had been shown on our tour of the Dauntless city. Although I could hear the water crashing down below, it still felt like yet another bottomless abyss. Looking down into it made me feel dizzy, but I swallowed my fear and sat myself up on the railing around it. I wasn’t going to pass the initiation if I backed away from my fears now.
“What are you doing up, Pansycake?”
I turned to see the trainer from earlier approaching me. Instead of shying away at the nickname, I scowled at him.
“You can’t call me that,” I said. “I’m Dauntless now, like you.”
“Technically you’re not. You haven’t passed initiation yet. You could be factionless by this time tomorrow.”
I scoffed. “I’m sure you’d like that, but I won’t be. I intend on passing the initiation, with flying colours if that’s possible.”
“Watch it, you’re starting to sound Erudite.”
He pulled himself up onto the railing next to me with ease. He sat so close I could almost feel the warmth from his skin. I tried to repress the shiver that was coming up my spine.
“Why aren’t you in bed?” he tried again.
I shrugged. “Just couldn’t sleep. I figured getting to know my possible new home would be better than laying in bed all night. Besides, maybe the fresh air will knock me out.”
“Or the fear of the Chasm will.”
I was trying my best to avoid looking down into the Chasm, but as he mentioned it I couldn’t help but letting my eyes flicker down. Sitting on the railing, I could finally see the bottom, and I could see that it was full of sharp rocks. I felt my stomach lurch and my head begin to spin, but I couldn’t prove weakness now. I simply looked back up at him.
“It’s not that scary,” I said, hoping my voice sounded as even as I wanted it to.
He snorted. “You’re really trying, Pansycake, aren’t you?”
“Stop calling me that,” I hissed. “Even if I fail the initiation, I won’t be Amity anymore. I’ll be factionless, which means that no matter what, I am not Amity, which means I am not a Pansycake.”
He put his hands up in surrender. “Okay, geez. Calm down kid, I’m just trying to have some fun with you. We’ve never had an Amity initiate before, this is all new to us.”
“I’m not a kid,” I huffed. “Not to you anyways, you look like you’re close to my age.”
“I’m 18,” he said. “But I’m still your superior, which means you’re still a kid in my eyes.”
I sighed, frustrated, and rolled my eyes. I was getting sick of this guy. And now I had to train under him? It was going to be a brutal few weeks.
“So, what did your people think when you chose Dauntless?” he asked. “I can’t imagine the peaceful being angry like ever, but I also can’t see them being too happy that one of their own chose violence over peace.”
I looked down into the Chasm, the nauseous feeling starting to subside. Falling down this Chasm would’ve been much easier than having to relive the day before, where I betrayed my parents and my faction by choosing Dauntless over Amity.
“It’s not like no one has ever chosen to leave Amity,” I responded. “It’s just…a lot of them tend to go to Abnegation or Candor. Selflessness is seen as the closest thing to peacefulness, and the Amity also value truth over everything else. I went into my test thinking I’d come out as one of those. I always followed by what my parents taught me, what the faction taught all of us. I thought it was simple that I would get one of those three factions.”
“But you didn’t.” His voice was no longer harsh and teasing. It was light, almost understanding. I wondered if my brutal initiation trainer was a born Dauntless.
“When the test ended, the woman who administered it to me was shocked. She was also Amity, a family friend, actually. She kept looking over the results, muttering to herself that they must be wrong. Of course, to me, worst case scenario was I didn’t test for any faction. That I was some freak who would never fit into any of the factions, that I was meant to just be factionless for life. But when I asked her what my results were, she looked at me and said, ‘Dauntless’.”
He let out a bark of laughter. “Really? She was panicking because you were Dauntless?”
“The Amity seem to think that if one of their own is tested as Dauntless, then they somehow taught that person wrong. I’m sure you can vouch for the fact that there are very few Amity born Dauntless. I mean, I’m the only initiate from Amity here. It’s as rare as an Abnegation testing for Dauntless. Of course, me being the first one in who knows how long, it was a big deal. I didn’t tell my parents, I begged her not to, either. She struggled with the decision, but said she wouldn’t as she isn’t allowed to anyways.”
“So they found out at the ceremony.”
I nodded. “I kept saying I couldn’t tell them what my results were, and that they’d know by the time I chose. They were so excited that they had themselves convinced I had gotten Amity. Or maybe they were just nervous about losing their only child that they had to convince themselves that they wouldn’t. When I dropped my blood onto the Dauntless coals…I swear, I could hear my parents hearts break.”
Well, I could hear my mother’s anyways. My father…I could already hear the angry yelling. I was glad I had been whisked away before they had the chance to really say anything to me.
“What was their reactions?” he asked. I was so lost in thought I had forgotten he was there for a moment.
“Mom is a born Amity, so she understood. She cried a lot and hugged me so tightly it felt like she was crushing every bone in my body, but she understood that if I tested for Dauntless, that I should choose Dauntless…my father on the other hand…he didn’t even hug me goodbye. His face was so red with anger, I was sure if I was there another moment he would’ve yelled at me.”
“That doesn’t sound very peaceful of him.”
I looked down at my lap. Did I tell this complete stranger, that had done nothing but taunt me since I got here, the biggest secret of my family? What exactly could he do? It wasn’t illegal what my father did, just wrong. The worst that could happen, maybe he became factionless. Maybe that’s what he deserved.
“My father isn’t a born Amity,” I revealed. “He didn’t even test for Amity. He’s from Dauntless, tested for Dauntless, but chose Amity.”
He looked at me with wide eyes, disbelief written all over his face. “What? Why would he…no one ever does that. Especially not a born and tested Dauntless. They’d choose Erudite, maybe even Abnegation before Amity.”
“Apparently he was just in love with my mom,” I responded. “They met in school, they were the same age. The day they got tested, they met up with one another in private to discuss the results. When they found out they had been tested for their own factions, they were both disappointed thinking they’d never see each other again. The day of their choosing ceremony, my dad chose Amity to be with my mom. He’s good at pretending to be peaceful in public but…when he was angry…he was angry. He always took it out on me and mom, but because mom is a born Amity she doesn’t do anything about it to keep the peace. I feel so terrible for having to leave her behind, but I had to get away from him.”
“You chose faction over blood, as you’re meant to,” he said. “At least you’re out of there.”
I didn’t realize I had been crying until he touched my face. I jerked away at first, until I realized he was using this thumb to wipe the tears from my eyes. I was happy to be away from my father, but I hated having to leave my mother. I wished nothing more than to go back and get her, to somehow sneak her into Dauntless, but I knew this wasn’t the place for her. She loved Amity, and, despite how he was, she loved my father. She was so caring, so selfless - a true Amity.
“You’re pretty tough for an Amity girl,” he told me. “Standing up against your father by choosing the faction you tested for over the one he probably threatened you to stay in. That takes guts.”
I scoffed through my tears. “More like cowardice. I was looking for a way out, not looking to stay true to what I tested for.”
“But getting away from that scenario is tough, whether you want to believe it or not. You got guts, kid. I think you’ll make it here.”
I smiled and wiped my face dry using the sleeves of my shirt. “My name is (Y/N). You can call me that, you know. We’ll be equals once I pass the initiation.”
He laughed. “And there’s the cocky attitude. You’ll definitely be a great Dauntless. Since you’re so hellbent on being equals, you can call me Eric, but only in private. Don’t want the other initiates knowing we’ve gotten close or else they may think I’m playing favourites.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You think we’re close?”
“I think I’d like to get close.”
My face heated up at his words and I had to look away. I was grateful for the gust of wind that blew at that moment, cooling me down.
“I’d like that, too,” I decided. I put a hand over my mouth to stifle the yawn that came suddenly.
“Tired now?” I sheepishly nodded. Eric jumped off of the railing and offered me a hand. He helped me down, making sure I was safe on the ground before letting me go. “We have training after breakfast tomorrow. Come find me in the dining room, I’ll be sat with the other trainers and the Dauntless initiates. You’ll be seen as pretty daring sitting with us.”
I smiled and nodded, stifling another yawn as I did so. Eric laughed and wished me a goodnight before heading back towards his own home. I watched him go for some time before I excitedly hurried back to the initiate room, but trying not to make the excitement seem so obvious. Maybe I would like being a Dauntless after all.
Four x Reader
The Request by @promqueen07 :Hii Babes, I Love Your Blog !! Anyways I Was Wondering If You Could Please Write Me A Four Imagine. (As Much As I’m A Hoe For Eric) Basically Just Of Him Getting Jealous And Shit When The Reader (A Badass Dauntless Trainer) Is Chatting With Eric. I Know It’s Weirdly Specific, Lol But I Know You Can Do It. Thanks Doll xx
Thanks for the request! Sorry this took so long, I struggled with it but it’s done now! Hope everyone that reads enjoys!
Four can’t stand the sight of You and Eric. His fist clenched tightly as he tears his eyes away, looking at his initiates. They stand on the mat fighting one another. He doesn’t like their form, so he corrects them again and again. It distracts him but the question is still present in his mind. How could you work with Eric? He doesn’t get it. You should be standing next to him, learning from him because you’ll learn more with him than with Eric. He’d let you do things Eric wouldn’t.
His heart beats so hard it hurts, and he can’t scream and he can’t breathe, but he also feel everything, every vein and every fiber, every bone and every nerve, all awake and buzzing in his body as if charged with electricity. He was pure adrenaline.
Tonight was yours. You beat Eric’s team. You were the one who held the flag and you proved that the stronger in the team do not guarantee winning, as Eric thought. Tobias was pleased with himself and work he done. And with initiates who did a great job in team play. The learned slowly… but effectively. You started to understand what was going on and put two and two together. He was proud. He was also proud of you personally.
It’s mainly thanks to your idea that you have outsmarted your opponent’s group by attacking him from behind. You kept your head down until the end. He started thinking about you.
You were celebrities in different ways in Dauntless, and your mentoring relationship added to the drama. This was prime-time entertainment. As you tested each other, attacking and blocking, you tried to remember everything he’d taught you, while he tried to remember everything he knew about you. You were practiced with him for months. He knew you, knew your moves, just as you knew his. He could anticipate you the same way. Once you started using that knowledge, the fight grew tricky. We were too well matched, both of you too fast. He thought you were different. Even Eric wondered how someone from the bottom could take the seventh place in the ranking in a month. You’ve earned his respect, you’ve grown in his eyes. Bah! You helped him face his fear of heights.
The last one was the reason why walking in front of the group, he slowed his step and turned his head, looking for you.
He was surprised when he did not find you in the crowd of happy teenagers. He sharpened his gaze, looked at each of the initiates individually, but did not recognize your smile or voice in anyone. He wasn’t tired enough to miss you too. He began to get nervous. He didn’t know what stupid idea you had, but he definitely didn’t like it. How could you move away from the group without warning?! Squeezing through the crowd, he began to ask about you, but they responded by shaking their head.
- I didn’t see her …
- I talked to her a moment ago, but now she’s gone…
- The last time I saw her when she shot Eric’s leg.
However, you all had to go back to the Pit. Subconsciously, he felt he must find you. He didn’t want to praise you anymore. His rage at you grew and grew. He no longer knew who he was more mad - at himself or at you. All in all, he thought, he shouldn’t worry about you. He shouldn’t help you at all. He shouldn’t help you get on this train and you should stay in the hospital. Eric would get his way, you would be out of the game and you would not be his problem anymore. Speaking of problems - you have more of them than you are worth. Both of you were to break the rules, and that brought many consequences. Were you really worth the risk? If the group came back without you, Eric would have noticed it, because, as a reminder - you were the one who shot him. And then you would be really dead.
Today’s win was yours, but you were going to screw it all up. He won’t allow it. Trying to be calm, which did not go well, he turned to teenagers.
- Go… you know the way. If someone let the cat out of the bag, may God defend him against me. - Four growled coldly. The wind tugged at his shirt and whipped his hair. He started running towards the ferris wheel.
“Where the hell are you and what did you come up with again?”
You’d never gotten a valentine’s present before but thought it was really sweet. Even if you didn’t share the same feelings for the guy at least he had been kind enough to accept your answer with a smile and wish you well.
“Enjoying yourself?” Eric spoke to you, his hands crossed before his chest. You’d seen him moving closer out of the corner of your eye, already dreading the following conversation. You were quite sure he didn’t care for this kind of stuff and thought it was stupid.
“Well, yes. Thank you.”
“You’re supposed to be a leader, don’t encourage this behaviour.” His jaw was clenched tight and he looked annoyed. One foot tapping against the floor like he always did when something was bothering him.
“It’s just a little fun not everyone’s such a killjoy.” You say, rolling your eyes at him.
“You’ll look weak if you keep being so damn nice to the new guys.”
“Mhm…” You hum back at him in a frustratingly sweet tone which makes Eric groan in response.
He already cursed himself for striking up this conversation. Not like he’d ever gotten you something himself but the thought of someone else getting you a present didn’t sit right with him either.
Lovely @itbemeagain ’s request: Can we have an Eric x reader with number 15 (maybe from sexy times with Eric and Four or another leader sees) 😂 Thank you xx
15. Where did you get those bruises? - from this prompt list
A/N: There’s classics that never go out of style, and then there’s sparring turned making out. Enjoy…
Word count: 1390-something.
Warnings: No explicit smut, but it does have a bit of a sexy moment.
When the training season came around, everyday felt like a week; today had been particularly annoying. As it was usual, some of the transfers who didn’t seem to know their place had tried to mess with you, so you had to scare them into place; then, Max had called you to his office, and assigned you your weight in paperwork due that very week. And, as if that weren’t enough, you had headed to the training room that evening, wanting to vent some steam off, and the knives were all over the floor, soaking with someone’s sweat.
You picked them up and placed them on the bench where Eric was sitting, wrapping his hands up. With a huff, you took a sit and began cleaning the knives with a gym towel.
“It’s not hard, you know,” you complained. “Just pick the knives up, then wipe your fucking sweat off them."
When a few of them were clean, you placed them on a bag and got up.
Eric snorted, "God, you’re annoying.”
“You love me anyway.” You eyed your boyfriend over your shoulder, walking away from him.
Here’s a list of a few of the prompts I’ve saved mostly from Pinterest. I’m gonna be using them for upcoming oneshots sooo feel free to make requests for:
(1-7 from @happylilprompts) (8-14 from
@bruisedlines) (30-34 from @mellarkish) (the rest, via Pinterest.)
You: Do you remember what you said to me? You will forget that after a while, you will recover. Time has passed, but I did not forget, I did not recover…
Eric Coulter x reader
“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame” from Sentence starter prompt list
You squint at Eric from across the room. He’s annoyed and you can understand why. The fight before him is boring, they’re just dancing around each other, not really throwing any hits. You look to your own set of initiates, they’re sluggish but still doing their best at fighting each other. You can’t stand it, they’re tired, you’re tired so why not call it quits for today? They’re all sitting exactly where they should be on the ranking board.
“Okay! That’s it for today, go relax or whatever” You smile as they let out a sigh of relief
You look back over at Eric and he glaring at you. You nod for him to come over, he huffs but walks over. He barks out an order for the two to keep fighting, and that they’re not leaving until one of them is knocked down or knocked out. You wonder if he’d be upset if you took those two initiates aside and told them that at their rate they’re looking to be factionless. That they’re gonna have to do better. He would definitely be angry, not just upset, it’s not like he’s coming over here and telling you to be harder on your group, to stop treating them kids.
“What?” He grumbles out as he stands next to you
“Did you want to head out? We could make sure everything is in order for capture the flag tomorrow?” You ask with a hopeful smile on your face, he looks down at you a brow raised
“Why would we do that?” He asks as he glances over at the two that are finally punching each other
“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame” You fiddle with your zipper “Give them a break, let’s go check on the stuff for tomorrow” You plead and he looks down at you, his stoic stare causes you to shift nervously on your feet
He huffs before calling out to the initiates to get lost. You can’t help but laugh a little, as he nods for you to lead the way. You look back at the group scrambling to race out of the training room. You don’t have to check on things cause you know they’ll be ready for tomorrow you just want to spend time with him. He’s not the greatest company but he does try and that’s all you can expect from him. He’s one of your good friends, even before you both became leaders. He would help you out every now and again, so you just sort of clung to him.
“Why do you treat them like that? Is that some learning technique, I missed out on?” You ask as you scan your keycard over the lock of the door
“Just keeps them in line” He says with a shrug
“Huh, you think I can do that? Brood and demand?” You ask as you turn to face him with a glare, you’re sure couldn’t even match the one he wears
He licks his lip, and reaches for one of the guns that are laid out. He checks it over as he looks at you out of the corner of his eye. Is he scared he’s gonna hurt your feelings? You are asking an honest question, that would require an honest answer. Does he think you won’t be able to take the answer? You pick up one of the bullets to look it over.
“You’re too nice” He finally says, and you almost drop the bullet in your hand
“What? No I’m not, I can be mean, I can glare better than you” You snap, and his smile tells you he’s not buying it
He puts the gun down, and reaches for the bullet. He takes it from your hands and puts it back onto the table. You cross your arms over your chest. You can be mean, you’ve been mean. He knows this, he’s seen you snap at someone for being stupid. Then again you felt bad after, he had to talk you out of finding that person just so you could apologize. Maybe you are too nice.
“It’s a good thing, we balance each other out” He leans back against the table “I’m not saying you can’t be mean, I bring out your bad side, and you bring out the good in me”
“I thought I didn’t have a bad side” You brows furrowed in confusion
“I said you were too nice, not that you didn’t have a bad side, I saw it when we were both initiates” he says “remember when I shot you with one of those?” you nod “people don’t usually scare me but when you found me after that match just to chew me out about watching my aim, that gave me quite the scare”
“Your aim got better after that” You say with a smirk, and he chuckles softly
“It did, didn’t it?” he smiles
You both spend another few minutes just looking over everything, something that was done before you both even stepped foot in here. Then you spent a few minutes just talking back and forth about your initiate weeks, before you even knew it, hours had passed. The both of you keeping the conversation going, or just enjoying the company of each other. When one of you would try to wrap up one of you would bring up another topic, just to keep the other there as long as you can.
hey guys feel free to send in some requests !! im working on clearing out my inbox rn and i need some inspiration <3