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Hi love I was wondering if you’re taking request? If so, can you do Eric coulter x reader where she love talking and anything and everything but he tells her to be quiet? And she is so he feel really bad idk like angst to fluff?

I love this! I’ve added it to my list and can’t wait to write this :)

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Mercy - Eric Coulter

This is day 3 of 10 for my 10 days of music prompt! There's still some open songs available on my pinned post to choose from if you'd like to request an imagine. Based off of Mercy by Shawn Mendes.

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Word Count: 1395 Trigger Warnings: death Note: These imagines are my own work and I do not consent to distribution of my work elsewhere!

"You always do this shit, Y/N! I don't have time to spend with you, you know I work crazy hours and that's not my fault," Eric shouted at you, tightly crossing his arms across his chest as he glared over at you. 

You didn't ask for much from Eric, you know his hours, all you were asking for was some time spent together at the end of the night in some form. It's been what feels like weeks to you where you've only seen glimpses of Eric, and it's been starting to take a toll on you. Why couldn't he understand all you were asking for was 15 minutes of acknowledgment or even just a conversation before he went to bed or started his wind-down routine?

"I'm not asking for a lot, Eric," You retorted, feeling defeated before you even opened your mouth to continue. "This fight is the most interaction I've had with you in weeks! You don't even ask me how my day is. Even though you don't mean to hurt me, you keep tearing me apart," Your voice got quieter towards the end, and you decided to stop speaking there because you didn't want to break down and cry in front of him. 

"Bullshit," Eric responded, rolling his eyes. "Stop being so fucking insecure and maybe try being understanding. I'm so sick of this shit from you when I get home after a long day."

"Eric I'm opening my heart up to you about how I feel and you call me insecure? Why can't you ever be supportive? Why can't you ever just tell me that how I'm feeling isn't crazy, or that you miss me too and want to spend some sort of time with me when you can? I can't take this anymore, would you please have some mercy on me?" You begged, a tear falling from your eye. 

"Mercy? Seriously?" Eric asked, scoffing. "That's so pathetic. I don't have to comfort you for every little thing, that's not my problem." You wiped the tear that fell from your eye, looking down at the ground and taking in Eric's words. Nothing is ever going to change. You sighed, looking back up into Eric's cold eyes. 

"Fine, then I need you to set me free because this isn't fair to me anymore," You spoke, voice shaking, looking for any type of emotion from Eric. 

He stayed silent, just staring at you. After a minute of silence, you decided to walk out the door before he could even say anything. Your pride is all you've got left, and your heart shattered at the thought that Eric could just never take it easy on you or try to understand you. You felt like nothing but a puppet being pulled by its strings whenever you tried communicating anything that hurt you, and you didn't know if you could take any more. He always manipulated and weaponized your feelings against you. 

You took off running towards the chasm, more tears falling from your eyes as you thought of the past year and the relationship with Eric. You gave so much for so little in return, he didn't even care that you left. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't realize how slippery the bridge over the chasm was, or that Eric had followed you. 

"Y/N!" Eric yelled out, taking you by surprise. And snapping you out of your thoughts. 

You whipped around, in shock that he followed, but the next thing you felt was losing your balance due to your foot slipping. You cried out, trying to reach out to anything that could keep you from falling. You heard Eric shout out your name again as you just barely gripped onto the edge of the bridge with the fingertips of one of your hands. A final tear left your eye as you realized you weren't going to be able to hang on. You saw Eric's hand reach for yours to try and grab you, but he was a second too late. His face was the last thing you saw as you fell to your death. 

Eric shouted out for you, looking at the hand that almost had your wrist. It all happened so fast. He looked around frantically, not wanting to believe he had just witnessed you fall. The sound of your body as it hit the ground below was going to be a sound forever pierced into his ears. All the air inside his lungs felt like it had disappeared as he started to hyperventilate. He continued to shout out for you, tears falling from his face down to the bottom of the chasm where you laid. One minute you were together, and the next you were gone, just like that. 

"Y/N, I'm so fucking sorry," Eric cried out to the void. "Come back, fuck, COME BACK! Please Y/N..." 

A crowd began to gather around as Eric continued to call out for you. He hung over the ledge, arm still out like he would be able to save you from the fate you just suffered. Max and Four quickly followed the sound of the commotion and yanked Eric off the ground the moment they saw him leaning over the edge. Both men had to use all their force to wrestle him away from the edge of the chasm and into a more secluded area, away from all the people who ended up gathering around him. 

"Eric, what the hell happened?" Max asked. 

"Y/N.." Eric trailed off, "She slipped, I couldn't grab her in time."

Four's face instantly dropped. Eric fell back down to the ground, head in his hands as he quietly sobbed. He didn't care how weak he looked, he just lost the one thing he loved. He was always prepared to sacrifice his life for you, and instead of him dying, it was you. The pain he felt swelling up in his chest was unlike any type of physical pain he'd ever felt before. He was internally begging for the same mercy you just begged him for. His cold, hard exterior that he'd maintained for his entire life fell the moment you did. If he hadn't yelled at you, hadn't called you names, if he had just listened to what you had to say, if he had asked you to stay.. all the what if's were now running through his head as he silently begged to be woken up from the nightmare he was in. 

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Eric jumped out from the seat he was in, breathing heavily as he ripped the wire off his head. He quickly wiped the tears on his face and looked around the room trying to reorientate himself to reality. He got up quickly, pacing the room and trying to ground himself as he kept repeating in his head that it was just his fear landscape and it wasn't real. 

Eric's fear landscape was complicated. When he was originally an initiate, this specific fear was mild. He was never too worried about pushing people away and losing them. However, after he met you, this fear gradually grew and developed into his worst fear. Every time he ran this landscape, it never got easier.  

It's hard to switch the coldness required to do his job off when it comes to you. The love Eric feels for you is complicated because of that. He's petrified of losing you, but he doesn't know how to not be argumentative and defensive when it comes to feelings. While he's been able to manage it for the most part within your relationship now, he's scared that might not be the case in the future. He wants to have that type of mercy for you, he truly doesn't mean to hurt you when he does. That's why he continues to suffer and run this landscape every week until he can figure out how to make it easier and beat it. 

Once Eric felt he had his composure back, he realized he was late for meeting you for a quick lunch. It reminded him of the landscape, how he constantly blew you off and tore you apart that way. With that thought in mind, he quickly hurried out the door to meet you. One small step at a time, Eric was working to be the type of guy he felt you needed.

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Loved your Dandelions and Rafters fics!!

Wanted to request for the 24 days of music:

Eric Coulter x F!Reader for Mercy by Shawn Mendes

The song gives major angst vibes!!

Maybe it can be be that Eric and reader are having a really bad argument about their relationship to the point where they nearly break up but he wakes up realizing he’s in a new fear landscape

I love this! Updating the list now :)

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Treat You Better - Raven Reyes

I'm so sorry for the long wait for my requests! Moving took a lot more out of me than I thought it would. I'm back now and this is part 2 of 10 to my 10 Days of Music! There are still open prompts on my pinned post you can request your favorite characters to. I'm still taking general requests as well!

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Word Count: 2086 Trigger Warnings: brief mentions of war Note: These imagines are my own work and I do not consent to distribution of my work elsewhere!

“Raven, can you do it?” You raised your eyebrow in surprise as you walked into the tent that your best friend Raven was in, noticing Finn. 

“Of course she can,” You intervened, knowing they were talking about the bomb that needed to be placed on the bridge. You could easily guess that they intended on using gunpowder and the rocket fuel from the crashed Exodus ship to do just that. 

“Y/N,” Raven said gently, with the subtle implication that you could tone it down a notch. “I can do it.” 

The next thing you know, you and Raven teamed up to go extract the fuel. You knew how dangerous and risky it was, but you didn’t care. You hated watching how Finn treated Raven, and you hated even more watching Raven cry to you as she had to watch the man she fell in love with, slowly fall for someone else. As you both briskly walked towards the crashed ship, Raven looked over at you with sad eyes, looking down slightly as she started to speak.

“You know, he didn’t even hesitate when Clarke fell, it wasn’t even a split second, he just went.” She spoke, voice slightly trembling.

“Raven, you don’t deserve this. I know everything that he did for you on the ship, how much you love him, but I hate seeing you so hurt and torn up over him. You deserve someone who won’t lie to you, who only thinks about you, who will treat you way better than he can,” You replied gently, hoping what you said wouldn’t hurt her even more. 

“I know, Y/N...” Raven trailed off, “He’s the one I want though.” You could tell from her face as she said that, that her belief of that was slowly fading away by the day. 

You left the conversation at that, as you both arrived at the crashed ship. Raven asked you to stay back as she extracted the rocket fuel. She had her space suit on in the process, and you watched as she carefully filled the container she brought for the fuel. You’ve known Raven just about as long as she’s known Finn. Hell, you even knew about the spacewalk because you helped Finn coordinate it for her. You knew the Finn who was up on the Ark, and the Finn that’s down here now, falling in love with Clarke... you feel like you barely know him now. 

You’ve had a crush on Raven for longer than they’ve been dating, but you couldn’t ever let her know because you knew she liked Finn. Despite that, you truly felt like she was spending all her time in the wrong situation now, and a part of you wished she would realize your feelings for her. You know you could treat her better than he can. You absolutely hated all the wasted crying when you should have asked her to be with you instead at the very beginning, before Finn got the chance to swoop in just to break her heart.

“I got it!” Raven exclaimed, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“I knew you would,” You smiled. “Let’s get back, we need to make that bomb and get it on the bridge fast if we want any chance at surviving.” 

You got back to camp and Raven instantly went to work, and you helped out where you could to get it done in record time. From there, Raven explained how it would work to activate it to you, Finn, and Bellamy. It did use the rest of the gunpowder, but it was a hail mary effort so there would be more fighters. 

“So, which one of you is planting the bomb?” Bellamy asked. You watched as both Raven and Finn hesitated, so you immediately stepped up.

“I will,” You said confidently. 

“Y/N, I got it,” Finn replied, looking a bit nervous as he said it. 

What’s he even trying to do, save face with Raven by looking brave? You rolled your eyes at his comment. Before you could say anything back, you noticed Bellamy’s nose start to bleed. 

“Bellamy, don’t touch anything,” You said, backing up slightly as he noticed the nosebleed. You still weren’t sure if you were immune or not since you haven’t been around anyone exposed. 

“Be ready to go in 10 minutes, I’ll get you a shooter,” Bellamy said, quickly leaving. 

Finn left right behind him, not even saying a word to Raven.  She sighed, looking down sadly again as she started to get everything packed up. 

“I could treat you better than that,” You muttered under your breath, absolutely irritated that Finn would leave without saying a word. You didn’t even realize you had said it out loud. 

“What did you say?” Raven asked, looking confused. 

“Nothing, just talking out loud,” You tried to play it off, unbeknownst to you that Raven had heard exactly what you said. “I’m gonna go check to see if Bellamy got a shooter, I’ll be right back.” 

You left the tent quickly, embarrassed that you had even said that out loud, and even more embarrassed that Raven might have heard. You walked around camp, spotting Finn carrying off Bellamy to the dropship after what looked like a conversation with Jasper. You walked up to Jasper, confirming he was the only shooter not sick and that he was going with you to plant the bomb and detonate it. You didn’t even bother to wait for Finn as you went back to the tent with Jasper to grab the bomb from Raven. However, when you got back, the bomb and Raven were nowhere to be seen. 

“Damn it!” You shouted, looking at Jasper. “Let’s go, she took the damn bomb herself.”

You ran after her, Jasper following behind at a slightly slower pace as you searched for Raven. You couldn’t slow your pace as you ran to the bridge, worried about Raven and hoping she was alright. You finally got to some cover right by the bridge, giving Jasper a minute to catch up to you. You could vaguely see Raven putting the bomb together, however, something seemed off to you. That feeling was confirmed the moment she collapsed right after putting the lid on the aluminum can. 

“Jasper, stay here. When I tell you to shoot, blow it up,” You yelled, already running towards Raven to grab her. 

You could hear the war drums off in the distance, getting closer and closer as you got down onto the bridge where Raven was. You saw the blood as you picked her up without hesitating, slinging her arm around your right shoulder and grabbing the gun she brought with her around your left. 

“Raven, you’re okay, we need to get to cover,” You spoke, wrapping your arm around her waist and going as fast as you could to the rocks off to the side. 

“You didn’t hesitate,” She whispered, gripping onto you and using all the strength that she had in her to help you get safely to cover. “You could get sick, and you didn’t hesitate.”

“You didn’t have to do this alone, I promised I wouldn’t let you down,” You spoke, setting her down with you behind the rocks. “Jasper, blow it!” You yelled, grabbing onto Raven as an attempt to shield her sick body. 

You heard the first two shots of his gun go off, but you knew they didn’t hit when there was no explosion. Shit. 

“Raven, stay down,” You said, moving to the side and standing up, resting the gun against the top of the rock to try and get a shot.

You heard one more shot go off, and it was still a miss. You lined up the shot, taking a deep breath, shooting, and ducking back down the second you heard your gun fire. The next second felt surreal as the ground shook slightly, the massive explosion causing a ringing in your ears as you held Raven in your arms. It worked! Jasper and now Monty slid down to where you and Raven were, helping you carry her back to camp as quick as possible. 

You were all cheered on as you arrived back inside the walls, Finn coming over to take Raven and pick her up to bring her inside. You sighed as you sat down for a minute, taking in everything that had just happened. The bridge was only going to be a distraction, but all you cared about right now was Raven getting better. You gave Finn five minutes before heading into the dropship to check on her and make sure she was okay. As you started to walk in, you heard Raven talking to Finn. 

“You hesitated,” You heard her say. 

“What?” Finn asked, confused. 

“When Bellamy asked who was gonna take it, you hesitated.” Raven paused. 

“It’s what people do when they’re considering something that might blow them up, right?” Finn remarked. 

“Y/N didn’t. You didn’t hesitate when Clarke was falling. You knew she had the virus and you caught her anyway.” Raven answered matter of fact, hurt in her voice. 

“Raven-“ Finn was cut off. 

“You didn’t hesitate.” She stated again. 

“Raven, I love you,” Finn spoke.

“Not the way that I want to be loved.” You decided to walk in after that, watching as Raven told Finn it was over. You saw her give her raven necklace back as she looked at you, and then Finn walked out. 

“You saved my life,” Raven spoke, a small smile on her face. “You never hesitated with me.”

“I’d stop time for you Raven,” You replied, gently grabbing her hand. “I’m sorry about Finn.” 

“Don’t be,” She replied, squeezing your hand gently. “Someone will treat me better than he ever could. It hurts now, but I didn’t deserve what he was putting me through.”

“No you didn’t,” You agreed. “You know I’ll always be here for you.”

“I know, you’ve proved it to me time and time again.” Raven paused, silence taking over both of you for a couple moments. “I should’ve chosen you,” She then said out of what felt like nowhere. 

“What?” You asked, stunned. 

“Y/N I know you’ve liked me, what I’m trying to say is I like you too. I heard you in the tent, saying you would’ve treated me better, and it really made me think about the choices and decisions I’ve made.” Raven answered, lacing her fingers with yours gently. 

“You’re so special to me Raven, I don’t ever want to see you hurt again.” You spoke gently, giving her hand a little squeeze. “I need you to get better so we can talk more about this when you’re feeling one hundred percent. Please get some rest.”

Raven nodded, slowly drifting off to sleep. You stayed awake, not leaving her side the entire time she rested, getting her fluids and helping her up as needed. After another day, she was finally feeling better and able to leave the dropship. You both had a small amount of downtime, so you laid down in her tent together, Raven resting her head on your chest. You knew she was still deeply hurt by Finn’s actions, but her attitude seemed different around you now. She was relaxed, and genuinely smiling while you two talked. 

“Y/N, I want to know what it’s like to be treated better, I want to love someone as deeply as they love me, and I want to be genuinely happy. I want to be with you,” Raven confessed, looking up into your eyes. You leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. 

“I want to be with you too,” Raven smiled at that. “Let’s take it slow,” You followed up with. 

“Slow works for me, but there’s one thing I want to do,” Raven said, reaching up to gently put her lips onto yours. 

Her lips felt so soft, and you found yourself melting into the kiss. Her hand cupped your cheek as she deepened the kiss, and you could feel the passion from her. She pulled away a moment later, nuzzling her head back into your chest and holding your hand as she sighed a breath of relief. You didn’t know where this relationship was going to take the both of you, but you knew you would never do her dirty the way Finn did. You knew you were going to protect her with everything in you. The two of you dozed off for a quick nap, content with the way everything ended up playing out. 

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Hi! if you’re still doing the 24 days of music prompts could you do wildest dreams with peter hayes please? hope you’re doing well ♥️

Thank you! I updated the list! I'm finally all settled in so I am officially resuming the 24 days of music, with a new post coming tomorrow!

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in response to your song challenge, i’d love to see a peter hayes imagine based off either bad reputation or you don’t own me! great song choices btw 😊 i love ur imagines!

Thank you! I updated the list, and I'm going to go with You Don’t Own Me for this one. I’m going to try to have this one posted by the end of the night!

Also a little side note, posting might be delayed for a couple of days as I’m moving this week but I’m definitely still going to be doing all of these imagines, the last few days of the challenge are just going to be pushed a bit further back into the beginning of September!

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10 Days of Music

Hi everyone! I enjoyed writing my Dandelions - Peter Hayes imagine based off the song by Ruth B that I thought it would be fun to do a 10 days of music theme for the rest of this year for more imagines. I am still taking any general open requests alongside this, and I have a couple ideas for certain songs but I thought it would be fun to open up the songs I have in mind for anyone to specifically request a character for as well! The songs listed below are still looking for a character to be filled, and I'll update the list based on if a character was selected for it or not!

Im opening this up for Divergent, Hunger Games, The 100, The Maze Runner, and American Horror Story. I'm open to writing other characters from books and movies as well, just message a request and I'll let you know if I write for them or not!

Current songs still needing a character:

-Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift -Tolerate It - Taylor Swift -Colors - Halsey -Nightmare - Halsey -I Think I'm Okay - MGK -You Don't Own Me - Saygrace -The Devil Doesn't Bargain - Alec Benjamin

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Hoodie - Eric Coulter

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 2137 Trigger Warnings: a lot of angst, descriptive self-harm, substance abuse, alcohol use, mentions of miscarriage  Note: These imagines are my own work and I do not consent to distribution of my work elsewhere!

You felt scorched by the heat as you grabbed the sleeves of Eric’s hoodie you were wearing, pulling them down and holding onto the ends with tight fists, crossing your arms tight into your chest. You couldn’t stop the tears that were flowing out of your eyes as you sat on top of the roof of the Dauntless headquarters, staring out at the building lines. ‘How Dauntless of you,’ you thought to yourself as you now tried to wipe the tears away. You couldn’t even begin to explain the emotions you felt in that moment, or how you had even ended up on the roof in tears. 

As you choked back a sob that threatened to leave the back of your throat, you stood back up and paced around, trying to do breathing exercises to calm yourself down enough to at least head back inside and down to your shared apartment. All you wanted to do was lay in bed. You’ve felt so beaten down and exhausted for the past few weeks, and its only gotten progressively worse since the new initiates arrived. A part of you wished you could understand every emotion you felt, but instead you shoved it away to the back of your mind, wiping the last of your tears and grabbing onto the ladder to hoist yourself back downstairs. 

You kept your head down and the hood of the hoodie up, not wanting to draw attention to yourself as you slipped into your apartment and crawled into the bed, pulling the covers up to your neck. Eric's cologne was strong as you curled into his hoodie, your favorite comfort item since the incident that happened to you. You tried to hold back your tears, but like clockwork the second you were curled up in the blanket the waterworks started all over again. 

“What the hell is happening to me?” You murmured to yourself, trying to wipe away the tears furiously as they continued to spill down your face. Looking out at the hallway, you saw the door to what would have been your daughter’s room. It was like instinct when you found yourself getting up and walking past that door and to the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

Without even thinking, you reached for the leftover pills in the medicine cabinet from when you were injured a couple months ago, pulling out a couple of pills and the razor you hid in the bottle. Your body shook as you continued to sob, swallowing the pills without any water and sliding your back down the door. As you sat on the floor and felt the pain meds take over, you mindlessly lifted a sleeve up and dragged the razor down your arm. You begged inside your mind for the pain of losing your daughter to go away, and all you wanted to do was take the pain from your mind and place it onto something, anything else. It just happened to be your arm with the razor this time. 

After a couple more superficial cuts, you inhaled sharply, and focused your pain from your mind to the physical pain as you finally started to calm down. You closed your eyes for a minute, letting the emotions wash over your entire body and leave through the self-inflicted marks. You didn’t even hear the code punched in and Eric enter the apartment, you were lost in your own little world behind the bathroom door. 

“Y/N?” Eric called out, breaking you out of your haze. Shit. You didn’t think he’d be back so soon. How long have you even been sitting here?

“One second!” You called out, scrambling to get up in your drug induced state, knocking over the bottle of pills in the process. The blood had dried on your arm at that point, but you accidentally reopened one of the wounds as you rushed to pick up the pills, hoping Eric didn’t hear the rattling noise. 

You quickly rinsed the blade, placing it back in its hiding spot with the pills you quickly picked up. You left the water running and placed your wrist under it, feeling the slight burning sensation of water mixing with the open cuts. You winced slightly as you quickly grabbed a wad of gauze, wrapping it around your arm and pulling the sleeve back down. After wiping your eyes one last time, you unlocked the bathroom and walked out, noticing Eric sprawled out on the couch, head turned to look at you the second he heard the door unlock. 

“Hey, how was your day?” You managed to get out, instinctively pulling your arms close to your body as Eric studied your face. 

“You know how it is training the new initiates. Every single one of them is a pain in my ass,” Eric paused for a moment. “Did you drop something when I came in?” 

You took a deep breath before answering, “Yeah I accidentally dropped a bottle when I grabbed the mouthwash.” You could tell Eric didn’t necessarily believe you but didn’t want to push it any further. 

He stood up and wrapped you in a hug, and you breathed in the smell of his cologne. He leaned down and kissed your lips, pulling away almost as quick as he started to stare into your eyes. You heard a soft sigh leave his mouth as he noticed your puffy, red eyes. He didn’t know what to say or think as he picked you up by your thighs with ease, carrying you to the couch and setting you down with him. 

“Shots?” You asked before he could ask what was wrong. 

“You sure?” He asked hesitantly before continuing, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” You lied. “Try and keep up with me.”

You know Eric won’t back down from a challenge, and you were hoping you could just get drunk and forget about the incident in the bathroom. The past few days you’ve relapsed after a long time of staying clean, and you’ll be damned if Eric finds out. You put on the best fake smile you could as you grabbed your liquor of choice from the freezer. Eric was up now and next to you, grabbing the shot glasses from the top shelf while you opened the bottle. 

You knew Eric would keep up, and the next thing you know you’re both 5 shots deep, Eric barely affected by the liquor and you struggling to speak. You weren’t usually a lightweight like this, however because you mixed your liquor with the pain pills, you felt an unusual sensation come over your body as you tried to sit down at the table. You almost missed the chair, giggling to yourself over it before sitting down. Eric raised an eyebrow at you when you insisted on another shot. 

“Y/N, you’re already pretty fucked up,” Eric spoke, pouring himself one last shot and putting the alcohol away much to your dismay. 

“No I’m not!” You slurred slightly, pouting at the fact he poured himself one more but not you. “I want another shot.” You demanded. Anything to numb your brain even more of the depression you’ve been in. 

“No.” Eric said firmly, eyebrow raised again when you tried to stand up and challenge him. 

“You know you’re not the fucking boss of me,” you said, almost tripping over your own feet trying to walk back over to the freezer. 

“What the fuck is going on with you?” Eric said, grabbing your wrists as you almost fell. You let out a small wince in pain, straightening yourself up and trying to continue your quest to match Eric’s shot. 

“Literally nothing Eric-“ you started, but got cut off instantly. 

“You’re acting like a sloppy drunk and you’ve barely had anything to drink.” Just like that, it seemed to click inside of Eric’s brain. 

You didn’t even notice him walk over to the bathroom to check the medicine cabinet as you were too busy drinking even more liquor straight from the bottle. ‘That’ll show him,’ You thought. Eric came out with the almost empty pill bottle in hand, slamming it onto the table as you now realized what was going on. You watched as he threw the razor blade out, trying to stop him but this time falling straight onto the floor. 

“Y/N, what the hell did you do?” Eric asked, voice raised as he picked you up, quickly carrying you to the couch. Your sleeves rode up in the process, and Eric’s fear had been confirmed when he saw the gauze. 

“It’s nothing babe, it’s no big deal,” you said nonchalantly, resting your head on his chest as you closed your eyes, the entire room starting to feel wavy. 

“No big deal?” Eric almost screamed at you, startling you and making you jump back a little. He quickly but gently ripped the gauze off your arm, looking at the new cuts along with the few day-old marks that he originally failed to notice. “How many fucking pills did you take?”

“Just a couple to make the pain go away,” you said, tears starting to form in your eyes as a wave of those strong emotions you tried to neatly pack away came back to you. You sobbed into his chest as he held you close, trying to think about what he needed to do. 

“Baby,” He whispered into your ear, the smell of liquor filling your nose from his breath. “Why didn’t you talk to me? Why did you hide this?” The hurt tone in his voice made you cry even harder. You rarely hear that tone of voice from him. 

“Because it’s not very Dauntless of me, Eric. I don’t need everyone judging me or my character because I’m a little sad,” you spoke, wrapping your arms around him even tighter. “The way everyone looks at me knowing I had a brutal miscarriage is already too much.” Eric’s arms tightened around you at the mention of what had happened just a couple months prior. 

You had gotten attacked by a factionless at 5 months pregnant, and the stab wound you got from it resulted in you losing your child. You were going to have a beautiful baby girl with Eric, and that got ripped away from you. Your entire body shook as you started to feel sick at the thought of what had happened to you again. The images are already on a constant replay. You couldn’t protect your daughter. You’ve been carrying the burden of feeling like it was all your fault since you lost her, and you’ve refused to talk to anyone about it. Even Eric. 

He felt numbed by your words as he stared down at you helplessly. Even his former Erudite didn’t know the words to say to make you feel okay again. He just held your crying body as close to him as he could, rubbing your back slowly and trying not to cry himself. That damn alcohol made him feel a little softer than normal though, and a tear slipped down his cheek thinking about his daughter he never got to meet. The sadness he felt quickly turned to anger as he thought about the man who did this to his family. The man who took the life of his daughter, who almost took away your life. 

You quickly fell asleep in his arms from the pills, liquor, and crying. Eric carried you to the bedroom, placing you under the covers and sighing. He walked out of the room and threw the first thing in his sight, listening to the glass shatter at the other end of the apartment. He hated seeing you like this. After cleaning up the mess he made and checking on you, he quietly opened the door to the room that was going to be your daughter’s nursery. Neither of you dared to go into the room since you lost her. He looked around, choking back tears of his own as he picked up a stuffed animal you had picked out together. 

He couldn’t bear the pain any longer and set it back down, leaving the room quickly. He checked on you once more before slipping into the bed with you, holding you tight in his chest as he tried to drift off to sleep. He knew that it was going to be a long road of recovery still for the both of you, but at least he still had you here. Eric swore to himself before falling asleep that he was going to get both of you through this, even if he didn’t know what he was going to do right now. With that thought on his mind he fell asleep holding you tight, rubbing your back underneath his hoodie you wore. 

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Masterlist

DIVERGENT

Peter Hayes Dandelions

Eric Coulter The Rafters Hoodie Mercy

THE 100 Raven Rayes Treat You Better

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Heard you where taking requests, I made this same one to another creator weeks ago, but they never made it (properly got too busy) so I thought I might ask you.

Divergent Eric Coulter x reader

It's based off an imagine I made; https://ghostedgrim.tumblr.com/post/686008410065567744/masterlist

In short, reader doesn't like crowded, chaotic loud places. Friends try to force them to go to party, so reader runs to hide in rafters. Eric later has to find them.

It'd be kinda funny if they got stuck, especially because their bag dropped so now their hands are filled with art stuff and books.

Hey, I had such a fun time writing this imagine! I saw your post a few days ago and really enjoyed the prompt you gave me! The imagine is up on my account now, and here's the link for it as well, I hope I did your prompt some justice :)

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The Rafters - Eric Coulter

Requested: Reader falls asleep in the rafters after leaving a party gone wrong, Eric takes it upon himself to find the reader before both of them get in trouble.

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 1360 Trigger Warnings: anxiety, alcohol use Note: These imagines are my own work and I do not consent to distribution of my work elsewhere!

“Y/N!” Your friend called out, running to catch up with you. “You’re going to the party tonight, right? You’ve missed every party since you’ve been here!” You huffed at the thought. 

“Despite being Dauntless, you know how I feel about extremely crowded places,” You replied, gripping your bag a bit tighter at the thought. 

“I heard this party isn’t even going to be that big, you don’t even have to stay that long,” Your friend countered back to you, a smile on his face. 

“I’ll think about it, see you later,” You answered, turning off and away from your friend to head to the initiate’s shared room, while he headed towards the dining hall.

You were a strong initiate for this year, and you were proud of it. You weren’t at the very top of rankings, but you were in the comfortable upper middle where you didn’t have to worry about being dropped to become factionless. You loved art and drawing so much that you were thinking about how you would love to be a tattoo artist when you finally graduate initiation. You could make some badass designs with ease, and you didn’t need to be at the top of the class to be able to get a job requiring you to draw well. It also didn’t require you to be around a lot of people or extremely chaotic places. 

After your training, you’d find yourself gravitating towards staying in and studying up on different types of art design and drawing took up most of your free time. You liked it that way. You liked being able to know you could defend yourself and be brave when you needed to, but also could flourish in your passion without being crowded by people all the time around you. Being a tattoo artist is one on one, most of the time. So, you spent all your free time sketching away, lost in your own thoughts about what design to come up with next. 

You took your art supplies, sketch pad, and books with you everywhere. Tonight was no different when you decided to try out this party that your friend was bugging you about. He did say that it would be a smaller party, and you hoped that was true. Your anxiety walking down to where the party was being held skyrocketed, and you clutched your bag tighter to your body as you entered the party. Your friend was right, it wasn’t too busy, and you found yourself breathing a sigh of relief as you released your tight grip and found a couple of your friends in one of the corners of the room. 

“Hey Y/N, you made it!” One of your friends said, giving you a quick hug as you sat down to join them. They had a round of shots already around the table. 

“We’re glad you’re here!” Another friend said, sliding her shot over to you. “Bottoms up.”

You hesitantly took the shot, making a face as the liquor went down your throat. Your friends laughed a bit at the face you made, continuing their conversation and ordering more shots. You stopped after the second shot, noticing the room start to get more crowded and even busier. You thought the shots would’ve been enough liquid courage if that had happened, however you just felt buzzed and even more anxious. After being at the party for an hour, you ended up grabbing your book bag and leaving after a drunk boy bumped into you and accidentally dumped all his beer down the back of your shirt. You didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to your friends before you took off, startled with what had just happened. 

As you ran out, you found yourself at the first place you could think of to get away from the crowd and all the chaotic energy the party had become. You started climbing the ladder up to the rafters without a second thought. However, right as you reached the top, you felt the tug of your book bag stuck on a sharp metal. It left a massive tear in your bag as you tried to rip it off to climb to what you considered safety, and you ended up grabbing everything out of the bag and abandoning it, all your supplies in hand as you sat up high, trying to calm yourself down. You reeked of the beer that was spilt on you and felt like a sticky mess because of it. 

You didn’t know how much time had passed, just that you ended up falling asleep at one point while sitting up there. It must’ve been a while though because little to your knowledge, Eric was out searching for you. He didn’t want to get in trouble for an initiate going missing, so he took it upon himself to search for you before a higher up noticed you were gone. He felt like he had looked everywhere, and an hour must’ve passed at that point. As he was walking back towards the initiate’s room to see if you had returned while he was searching, a book fell straight down in front of him. Puzzled, Eric looked up to find you passed out in the rafters, supplies in hand. The book must have fallen when you slightly stirred in your sleep, moving slightly to get more comfortable. 

“Initiate!” Eric hollered, causing you to jump from your sleep. A couple of your supplies had dropped down to the ground when he awoke you, and Eric narrowly dodged the sketchpad that now laid open in the middle of the hallway. “What are you doing up there?” Eric asked. 

“I’m not sure, I didn’t mean to fall asleep up here,” You admitted sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I’ll come down.” 

You hoped you wouldn’t get into too much trouble for this. However, as you started to attempt to climb down, you realized you wouldn’t be able to do it without your book bag. Shit. You anxiously looked down at Eric, who seemed to understand your dilemma and he looked almost amused at the situation you got yourself stuck in.

“Sometime tonight, initiate,” Eric spoke, glancing back down at what you already dropped. “I don’t want to deal with the paperwork of having to explain why an initiate was missing from the dorms.” You knew you couldn’t just abandon your supplies though. 

“Can I toss down my things to you?” You asked, still feeling extremely embarrassed and scared to even ask. Your ass was toast. Eric tried to cover his face full of amusement with a hard face but failed as he looked at the remaining supplies and books in your hand. 

“Make it quick,” Eric replied, looking around to make sure no one else was around. 

You did as you were told, tossing each thing you had individually down to Eric, him catching everything and setting it onto the pile already on the ground of your stuff that had fallen. Once everything you had on you was safely down, you quickly climbed down the ladder, turning to grab your stuff and quickly make your way back to the other sleeping initiates. However, you noticed Eric with your open sketchbook in hand, looking down at your work. You picked up the rest of your things on the floor, Eric closing the book and throwing it on top of everything else. 

“Get back to the dorms, I’ll be wanting an explanation from you in the morning,” Eric said, watching as you scurried back towards the room. “And initiate, make sure you have a damn good reason because it would be a shame for such artistic talent to be wasted if you became factionless. We’ll also be discussing that design I saw for myself in the morning as well.” 

You didn’t reply as you entered the room you were meant to be asleep in, quickly placing your things under your bed and taking your shoes off to lay down and go to sleep. All you could think about as you were drifting off was how you were going to need another book bag, and how Eric wanted to get your design tattooed onto him.

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Dandelions - Peter Hayes

This is an imagine for Peter based off of the song Dandelions by Ruth B. This is the first post for my 10 Days of Music theme for this month! Check out my pinned tweet if you'd like to request a song, or if you would like to request a character from some songs still available.

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Word Count: 1371 Trigger Warnings: brief implied sexual comment Note: These imagines are my own work and I do not consent to distribution of my work elsewhere!

You were with Tris, Four, Caleb, and Peter hiding out in Amity after the slaughter of Abnegation and the hunt for divergents was on. You found yourself actually enjoying the peacefulness of the fields and life of Amity, which came as a shock to you. You were Dauntless to your core, and you knew that. That’s part of the reason you ranked as high as you did when you were an initiate. However, there was something so captivating about the endless fields Amity offered. Your favorite part, however, was the fields a little further out that were recovering from the war. There were wildflowers and even dandelions growing back. ‘Maybe I do have a little bit of Amity in me,’ you thought to yourself, laughing a little right after it popped through your mind. Total opposites, and yet to you, there was a beauty in both lifestyles. 

You didn’t even know that you were divergent until that night at Dauntless happened. Everyone was waking up at the same time in a monotone, uniformed way. You had looked around, wondering what the hell was going on. Tris was the only one who seemed to have any emotion, and as you two locked eyes, you both knew you needed to blend in. You fell in line next to Tris, and she briefly explained her theory of what was going on. That’s when you finally knew what you were. Thankfully you were able to escape, and throughout the couple of weeks you’ve been at Amity you’ve started to come to terms with what you were.  

You found yourself walking out to the field of dandelions for what felt like the 100th time since you arrived, it was just so beautiful and peaceful to you. You’d sit in the fields and just think about what you were. There was always one thing that came to mind while you were out there though, and that was Peter Hayes. You always found yourself in a rival with him all throughout training, but at the same time there was this captivating energy surrounding him that drew your thoughts to him constantly. Even throughout the rivalry, it was like there would be subtle flirting between the two of you occasionally. Maybe you were just imagining it, you really didn’t know. But the way he looked at you when he found out what you were, that’s an image you just can’t get out of your head. He hasn’t outwardly treated you different, but it felt like something might have changed. 

You remember an old tale about dandelions, how people used to make a wish about a person and blow into the dandelion. Sure, it seems silly that whoever you wished about would end up loving you just by blowing on a flower. Yet, before you’d leave the field, you always found yourself blowing a dandelion and thinking of Peter. Today was no different, when you were ready to get up and leave, you had the same routine. You picked a dandelion, thought of Peter and what it could be with him, and blew. 

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“Go with happiness,” You heard Peter say, winking at the Amity girl serving his food. Tris rolled her eyes, and you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at how Peter was handling himself in Amity. 

Peter’s eyes locked with yours for a few seconds, and you found yourself almost struggling to breathe due to his gaze on you. You knew with that look that you’d be sitting with him and talking amongst yourselves like you did every lunch since you’ve gotten here. You couldn’t shake how you felt with him, so alive and free whenever you were with him. You’ve never felt as happy around anyone else as you do with him. There was a hardness that he showed around everyone else, but you knew in your heart Peter had a soft spot for you. 

“I saw you walking out to those fields of flowers again, what is it with you and that field?” Peter asked you once you two had sat down across from each other. 

“You’d just have to see it yourself to understand,” You replied, taking a bite of your food. “I always wonder what the world before the war looked like. All the sights and scenery, the wildlife, how peaceful nature was.” Peter tilted his head slightly, amusement on his face. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think Amity would be the faction for you,” He replied light heartedly, continuing to eat. 

“Shut up, you know I’ll still kick your ass in a fight,” You replied, throwing some food at him. 

“Hey!” He paused, picking off the food that landed on his shirt. “You know that we ended up basically tied the last time we fought,” He defended himself. 

“If you call a tie my thighs locking around your neck while I was on top of you, then sure, we tied,” You joked. 

“Too bad your thighs weren’t around my neck in bed with me,” Peter spoke, looking directly into your eyes for your reaction. Your heart fluttered a bit at the thought, blush rising to your cheeks. “So that field, when are you gonna take me there?” He asked before you could even reply to the comment he made. 

“Whenever you’re up to it,” you answered. 

“Let’s go then,” he replied, finishing the last of his food and standing up, grabbing both of your now empty trays and putting them back to be washed. 

The both of you started walking off towards your favorite field, a comfortable silence surrounding you both as you took in the nature around you. As you got closer to the field, and away from anyone else around, Peter nonchalantly slipped his hand into yours. Nothing was said between the two of you out loud, but your heart rate sped up and spoke internally for how you felt. 

“Here we are,” you said, entering the field of dandelions, leading Peter to your favorite spot to sit. He took in the scene for a minute, letting go of your hand and doing a little spin. Only you got to see this soft side of Peter. 

“I see why you like it so much,” he said, taking in the entire view one last time before sitting down and placing his eyes toward you. “It’s almost as beautiful as you.” You couldn’t contain the blush that rose to your cheeks from that comment. 

“I love the silent beauty of it, I could get lost in these fields,” You answered, at a loss for words on how to respond to the compliment Peter just gave you. He took your hand again and pulled you into his chest, wrapping an arm around you. 

“Y/N, get lost in this field with me,” Peter said, looking into your eyes for some sort of confirmation. 

You leaned up to look at him, and you aren’t sure what came over you. The next thing you know, your lips are on Peter’s, and his hand moved to your cheek to pull you in even deeper. You crawled into his lap, continuing to kiss him. His kiss was the exact opposite of you were expecting. You were expecting rough, and instead you were met with him being gentle with you, like you were a fragile glass he didn’t want to break. For the first time in Peter’s life, he wanted to take things slow with a woman, specifically with you. When you pulled apart after what felt like forever, Peter pulled you down onto the ground and just held you, tracing the tattoo on your arm. 

“Y/N, I really like you. I’ve never known anybody like you, you bring out something in me that I didn’t know was there. I feel like I’ve known you all my life,” Peter confessed, staring deep into your eyes with a small smile on his face. 

“I feel the same way,” You answered, an even bigger smile on your face as you leaned in to kiss him again. ‘I guess wishing on the dandelions wasn’t silly after all,’ You thought to yourself as you continued to slowly kiss each other, finally allowing the feelings you shared for each other to flow.

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