Hey! Could I request an imagine where reader and Eric Coulter break up and they're sad or really upset, so the rest of the people in Dauntless try to get them back toghether, please?
You were getting really tired of this dance with Eric. Always avoiding him in the corridors, making sure you don’t have any shifts training with him. Treating him like the plague was taking a toll on you, both physically and mentally.
You and Eric had known each other since you had been an initiate, him being one of the Dauntless members that trained you and the others. You’d quickly become closer through training and by the time initiation was finished, you were basically attached at the hip. But, things had started to change in the last few months. Eric was pulling away from you, more so than usual and you couldn’t figure out why. He wouldn’t tell you what was wrong and he would spend his nights ‘working,’ though you’re not entirely sure that is really what he was doing. Eventually you had grown so tired of never seeing him that you’d brought it up to him on the odd day he was home.
“Eric, are you avoiding me or something?” you’d asked him with a soft voice. You weren’t sure if you were scared of his response or scared of the truth.
Eric let out a small laugh mixed in a sigh, his icy blue eyes closing and eyebrows scrunching together. “That’s a stupid question. You know I’ve been working more and getting ready for the next initiation. Why can’t you just leave me alone for once?” he turned his gaze to you, the coldness of his glare throwing you off for a moment. You quickly composed yourself and shot back, “I haven’t hardly seen you for weeks, how should I know? It doesn’t even feel like we live together anymore,” you huff, turning away to hide your reddening cheeks and watery eyes.
A heavy silence filled the room, until Eric spoke. “Why do we, then?” he said, barely above a whisper.
You couldn’t believe what you’d heard. Were you dreaming? You turned to face him, sure you’d heard him wrong or misunderstood. “What?” you asked incredulously.
“You heard me. It would save me a lot of trouble if you’d just go, so go,” he said, staring off to the side. His face held no emotion, his eyes not even hinting of remorse or guilt. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing.
You scoffed. “Screw you,” You turned to head to the door, turning back one final time to see him gripping the table edge. That was the last time you’d spoken to him.
It’s been a couple weeks since then and to say you were suffering in silence was an understatement. Your friends were letting you couchsurf with them, a majority of them having a spacious apartment together. They all knew you weren’t getting any sleep; if the bags under your eyes wasn’t enough proof, they could also hear you at various times throughout the night. They felt awful for you - they couldn’t do anything to help you short of setting you up with someone, and they knew you wouldn’t like that.
It wasn’t just your friends that noticed, either. Everyone noticed, since you helped train the initiates. You were beginning to become less energetic, less willing or able to fight and started asking others to show basic moves to initiates, as if you didn’t care. Everyone was worried, hoping somehow that it would work out. Yet, they knew Eric. While you may be stubborn, no one is as stubborn as him and there would be almost no convincing him. Almost.
“Eric, could you grab me the hand wraps from the supply room? I can’t find any.”
“Eric, could you go get me some energy drinks from the storage room? These initiates get worn out so fast.”
They tried for a week to get him in the same room as you, to no avail. He just wouldn’t follow anyone. But then they had an idea.
“If you ask me one more time to get you something, I’m gonna punch you in the throat,” he responded, a dangerous edge to his voice. He was beginning to look and sound tired, too. They wanted to help both of you now.
“Actually, I was gonna tell you that some idiot newbie put some important file boxes on a really high shelf in the storage closet and since I can’t get them, he asked me to get you to get them,” the Dauntless member looked at him sheepishly, pointing in the direction of the closet.
Eric groaned and stood up from his spot on a bench. “Fine, but only because I need to. Let’s make this quick.” Eric followed the Dauntless member down endless corridors, coming to a stop in front of a small doorway labeled “STORAGE.” Eric opened the door, stepping inside a couple feet before realizing he couldn’t see past the doorway. “Where’d you say the boxes - hey!” The door slammed shut behind him, trapping him inside the closet.
“I’m gonna kill you once I get out of here,” he yelled, hoping the person on the other side of the door could hear him. He pounded on the door with his fists a few times before eventually giving up and searching for a light switch on the wall. Once he felt what seemed to be a switch, he flicked it, squinting at the sudden brightness. Once his eyes adjusted to the room, he glanced around.
You were sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, blinking slowly to get used to the sudden light. Stunned into silence, Eric stood there, dumbfounded as to what to say. As he contemplated his next words, he was caught off-guard by the sound of your voice. “Long time no see, eh?” The words came out raspy, like you had been crying recently. He gave your face a once over and noticed how tired you looked, how bloodshot your eyes were. A small breath released him, like he was punched in the stomach.
He strode over to you, enveloping you in his large, tattooed arms. In your shock, all you could do was stand there as he held you, cradling your head in one hand, the other holding you close to him. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
Your eyebrows furrowed. This was very unlike the Eric you knew. What happened? “Where’s Eric and what did you do with him?” you asked in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere. You felt like you were suffocating; so much was happening at once. You felt Eric’s chest rumble as he chuckled.
“It’s me, I just realized I’m an idiot. I’m sorry for everything and I miss you like crazy and I expect you to hate me but I just needed to hold you, you look so tired.”
You breathed in deeply, inhaling the smell of Eric’s cologne. You missed this, Missed him. You finally wrapped your arms around him, sharing in his embrace. “Don’t let me go again, Eric. Please.”
“Have you two learned to behave yet?” a voice sounded from outside the door.
“Fuck off!” responded two voices.
