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kyloswarstars · 3 years

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ROOMMATES • Part 2

Divergent • College AU • Eric x Reader

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You escaped your current living situation by moving in with your friend Christina – and five other college students. Little did you know that one of them was the guy who was your ultimate pain in the neck since your first semester. Now, you had to find a way to not strangle him in his sleep out of pure frustration. Also, you had to find a way to get rid of those weird butterfly feelings for him that slowly grew in your stomach.

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The enemies to lovers story no one needed.

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The donut shop had air conditioning. It was pure heaven. A donut shop was heaven to you 365 days a year anyways. The AC, though… yes.

Christina chewed on her third blue glazed donut and refused to answer your questions. First, she refused. Then, she tried to talk her way out of it. In the end, she mentioned the friendship code, which applied in this case to Eric, and therefore she couldn’t say anything.

The confusion was real. You didn’t understand anything when most of the time you always understood everything. Following things you knew:

A) Eric always entangled you in debates. Sometimes it was a civil exchange, most of the times he got your blood boiling until you were close to lose your temper. This happened in class and other college surroundings, where you talked about a study related topic.

B) Until last week you always thought it was because of his ego and pure strive to demonstrate his intellect why he went for, at some point, the silliest of statements you had ever heard.

C) You also thought he did it just to piss you off.

D) Then last week happened. Then this afternoon happened and left you entirely confused.

E) Christina must know another reason why Eric constantly sought for an academic dispute. His statement from a couple hours ago, that there was ‚no reason‘, was highly suspicious. But Chris also didn’t tell you the reason.

F) That only led you to one, logical guess on what that unsaid reason could be.

„Is this about him having a long planned strategy to become the number one student of our year?“ Him seeing you as a serious competition to that title was the only reason you could think of. It wasn’t too odd of an assumption since after all those debates, silly statements or not, he was one of the smartest guys you had met so far.

Chris swallowed a bit of her new donut. Donut number four. „He isn’t in our year.“

You had sipped on your milkshake and instantly looked up. „What do you mean?“ Having to ask that question again frustrated you.

„That he’s way past us. He just finished his third year of medical school.“

„Excuse me?“ You got up from your seat and started wandering around the empty donut shop. „I’m surprised my body hasn’t taken the form of a question mark yet,“ you slowly talked yourself into a frenzy. „Christina, you’re telling me that Eric, who keeps pissing me off in two of my classes, for the last two years, isn’t even in my year? That he’s studying to become a doctor?“ Please behold me from chopping off a finger or something and him helping me.

She looked a little guilty for not giving you more information. Also a little amused.

„I am studying to become a damn mathematician. Why on earth would a medical student attend those classes?“

Christina had the audacity to laugh out loud. „I’m sorry, Y/N.“ Karma came around instantly and made her choke on a piece of donut for a few seconds. You hurried over to harshly pat her back until she coughed it out. „All I know is,“ she was still gasping for air, „he sometimes takes random classes for fun. Or for one of his big assignments.“

That was all. You wouldn’t get any further information. She crossed her arms and ignored all of your remaining questions. At least she left the donut shop with a stomachache and you knowing that Eric wasn’t even a math student.

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Once a week all roommates had at least one dinner together. ‚To strengthen the community‘ Uriah mumbled to you while you helped him turn the groceries, he and Chris had bought today, into a prober dish. Rice with a lot of veggies was the meal for tonight.

You were the last one to sit down and were surprised, and a little nervous, to find Eric sitting in the spot across from yours. He must’ve come home while you were still concentrating on not letting the veggies burn to death.

Christina hardly ate anything after her five donuts. Being a reasonable adult, you only had one donut at the shop.

„Who chose to put mushrooms in there?“ Eric didn’t look too glad when his fork discovered a tiny mushroom.

„Me,“ you stated, not afraid to have another silly debate. This time probably about how mushrooms shouldn’t be harvested because it takes away a food supply for deers.

„Next time just roast it short. Don’t turn it into these rubber–“

„Shut up, Eric.“ Four intervened. „Be glad someone made dinner.“

Exactly. You smiled at Four for his backup and continued eating. Even though you highly concentrated on the bowl in front of you, your eyes occasionally moved to Eric, to see if he had found another thing he disliked about the meal. And every single time his eyes met with yours.

This dinner wasn’t like all the previous ones you had here since moving in. It was unusually quiet. Everyone headed pretty fast into their rooms after finishing up and collectively cleaning the dishes.

Eric lingered around and was actually the last one to help you with putting back the plates and cutlery to where they belonged. You leaned to the countertop and tried not to stare too obviously when he stretched to place some glasses on the top shelf. He wore a t-shirt where he must’ve cut off the sleeves and the way his arm muscles moved, with every glass he put on that shelf, should be forbidden.

What? Oh man. That you caught yourself thinking that way, even though Eric didn’t notice it because he was still occupied with the dishes, made you feel uncomfortable in your own skin. You hid your hands in your pockets to act casual. That’s when you noticed one of the many papers that were spread in nearly every clothing pocket and backpack of yours.

One of the many habits – coping mechanisms, actually – you had, was to write down unsolved problems in mathematics and brood over them whenever your brain was close to panic itself into a breakdown. To sit down and concentrate on a problem and search for a possibility to solve it, was what got you to study the most hated subject in the first place.

You pulled the paper out and checked what it referred to. The Riemann zeta function.

You tried to recall if any of the many debates with Eric ever had been about mathematics. They had never been about math at all you realised. The classes he had gone to were the social orientated ones. Those, where you discussed scenarios and ways on how to solve problems with a mathematical solution. Or at least help out along the way. And the debates were mostly about the logical or philosophic aspects. The reason why it had always been so easy for Eric to pull you into those discussions was because you didn’t study mathematics just for the sake of it. You didn’t want to become only a professor to teach others about it. You wanted to help people with all the abilities math provided. For example the study you worked on right now: a mathematical model to predict the success of immunotherapy for patients with cancer.

This is perfect.

There was no way Eric could enter a serious debate about the zeta function and not show that he studied something completely different. With a grin on your lips you cleared your throat to get his attention. Eric crossed his arms as he turned to you.

The game is on.

„Since you know everything better than me, and us living under the same roof now, I was wondering if you would take a look at some equations. I’m kinda stuck.“

Something in his face changed but he still said: „Sure.“

That’s a mistake, my friend. You handed him the paper, which he had to unfold his arms for again to take it. Those arms were bigger than the pile of books next to your mattress. Why did you never notice his muscles before? And why did you never notice that sharp jawline?

The concentration on his face didn’t give away that he had absolutely no clue what was on that paper. Time did. A minute or two went by without him looking up or saying a word. „That seems like a serious problem. I’m passing.“

„What are you studying again?“ Your voice as innocent as you could manage it to be.

„Why would you ask?“ He played it off. The crooked smile on his lips let you know he had a feeling for where this conversation would go, though.

„Because someone studying mathematics, like I do, would recognise the famous zeta function whose solution would earn you a reward of one million dollars.“

„I never said I study mathematics, Y/N.“ Eric grinned like you were the fool here. Like you had overseen something big. Like your little trap hadn’t worked.

„But you attend four full semesters of classes that aren’t necessary? Are you having such a big problem with me that you just can’t stay away?“ His stupid grin made it worse. That rage came rushing in because those ludicrous disputes sometimes had you thinking you were a complete idiot. „I mean no normal person would take those two extra classes for four solid semesters on top of damn medical classes. What’s wrong with you?“

„I like the extra knowledge.“ He simply stated, snapped a bottle of water from the countertop and slowly made his way down the hallway to his room. „And debating with you.“

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For your own wellbeing, and not to flip every time you thought about Eric being the biggest prick on this earth, you decided he was just a little sadist. Who had probably his only fun by infuriating you. You were glad to know about that hobby of his now and could focus on the more important things in life until next semester.

He just didn’t make it easy at all. Living under the same roof had diverted the debates from class to the dining table. Plus it had added a lot of other intentional disturbance on his part.

For a while you tried to just ignore it because he was a sadist, as you declared. On the other hand he exactly got what he had aimed at. Your anger.

„Eric,“ you shouted at the wall, knowing very well that he could hear you because you heard perfectly fine what kind of little movie he was watching. It paused for a few seconds and you breathed out in relief. Then it started again. So you raised your voice another time. „Use damn headphones!“

The only thing that happened was Uriah peeking his head in your room, with some incredibly high raised eyebrows. „Are you okay?“

„I am not.“ You buried your face in your hands. „Eric is watching porn and I can’t concentrate,“ you stated in despair.

„I’ll handle it,“ he smiled and was fast to knock at Eric’s door and enter his room after a ‚come in‘. They discussed for a while and Uriah gave you a thumbs up as he passed your room on his way back to the kitchen. Problem solved? Sounded like it. No noise from the other side of the room anymore.

The newest data had come in for the study this morning and you didn’t get anywhere yet. You just hadn’t been able to because of… picturing Eric watching porn. Ban it from your consciousness. With another deep breath, you started working in the newest data and focus only on your task. And it worked for a couple of minutes. Until Eric decided not to use headphones anymore and his porn noises echoed through the wall again.

I will strangle him in his sleep one night.

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years

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Title: Bet You Can’t {4}

Chris Evans x Uriah & Chris Hemsworth x Summer

Crossover-Collab Five-Part Miniseries

Warning: Cursing, Fun & Games, Mild Raunchy Talk, Tiny Bit Of Angst

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Summary: Uriah and Chris are happily married. A night of relaxing with your best friends Chris and Summer Hemsworth brings up “No Nut November.” Once you hear it, you know where it’s leading. It was all jokes until somehow it turned serious. The Chris’ strike a full-on bet while dragging their better halves into the madness. The rules are simple, for the entire month of November none of you will have sex, none of you will get that nut in any way. Whichever couple makes it get bragging rights, and the 10k pool bet money. Whichever couple doesn’t make it has to change their social media name to “Failed NNN” for a week and post/tweet as normal and go on IG live to announce their failure. The bet is rigged though when Uriah and Summer decide to sabotage their husbands and make a side bet on who could make their husband fail quicker. All’s fair in love and war, and this is war.

Note: Got this idea from a group conversation with my friends, where a debate broke out about women being stronger and more able to survive NNN than men. It got me thinking, hmmm we know Chris has a dirty mind, dirty mind has to equal freak and always wanting to fool around.

It was too much fun working with @oceanscorazon a while back for her part one to out first collab titled Rumors & Waves. Look out for part two coming soon. I had to do it again. Thank you to the beautiful and phenomenal Amber @oceanscorazon for agreeing to this!!!

This will be a five-part story to be posted one chapter a week to show what November is like for Chris and Uriah. @oceanscorazon will also write four parts to show that November is like for Chris and Summer.

***So for Chris and Uriah’s timeline, this is before the events of Rumor Has It.

***Images do not belong to me***

***Loosley Edited/Proofread***

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-Week Three-

Every marriage has times of ups and downs, times where the passion is searing and intense, times where you can’t keep your hands off each other, as well as times where you both need space, and things fizzle out. That is a normal part of every marriage, or so he’d heard from several of his married friends. One thing that he was learning was what goes on in his friends’ marriages was not what went on in his.

Since the day he’d met you there was never a time that the two of you needed space from each other. Both of you loved spending every waking moment with each other and if you couldn’t physically be with the other you were always on facetime, always texting. The passion hadn’t died down at all, nothing had fizzled. In fact, as time passed everything in your marriage just intensified.

That was probably one of the reasons why this No Nut November challenge was so hard. You’d never had to keep your hands off each other, never had to restrain yourselves from how you expressed your love, devotion, and desire for the other. It wasn’t that your marriage was based on sex; that was far from the truth. Sex was just another of the fun and thrilling ways the two of you could express how you felt about each other.

If you were angry with each other, the sex was always intense and rough. If one or both of you needed emotional reassurance the sex was tender and sweet. If there was alcohol involved it was fun and spontaneous. It was an expression for both of you.

Three weeks. Three weeks in. He had one more week to go after this one and he was going crazy. He’d thought he could handle this when he and Hemsworth came up with the idea. Back then it seemed easy peasy. It seemed like such an easy thing and was sure you’d be on board. Now after sleeping in the guest bedroom for the last five days, he’d come to see the error in his ways. The deep error.

Laying in the king-sized bed and staring up at the ceiling it was yet another night sleeping away from you. another night of him tossing and turning trying to find a comfortable spot knowing damn well he’d never find one unless he was beside you. The last week’s sleep was the worst he’d ever had, and it showed in everything he did. He was short with everyone he spoke to, his energy was low, his focus and concentration dwindled, and everything was twenty times harder.

You, on the other hand, looked to be doing just fine. You didn’t look tired, you looked like you were getting good sleep. Your voice was always preppy, you gave no indication you were anything but happy. The only sign he saw was when you dealt with him. Your words were shorter, your body language was strained as if you were holding yourself back. You barely looked at him and barely got next to him. You didn’t let him touch you either, not even something small as a touch of your hand. He was definitely feeling the freeze out and it was giving him frostbite among other things.

Groaning he sat up in the moonlit room and threw one of his pillows across the room. The frustration he was feeling was just about at his limit. His phone went off and he leaped for it thinking it was Uriah.

MSG Hemsworth: How are the rabbits holding up?

He rolled his eyes and had the urge to throw the whole phone away.

MSG Hemsworth: I know you’re up and that you read the message, mate. I can see the read notification. Come on.

MSG: What do you want Hemsworth?

MSG Hemsworth: You sound salty.

MSG: You sound like your wife. I thought you were your own man.

MSG Hemsworth: Oh yeah, you’re real salty. Someone feeling the effects of three weeks of being shut out?

He wanted to kick his ass for getting him into this.

MSG: So you know I have not been shut out.

MSG Hemsworth: Oh really? Are you admitting you’ve lost and given in?

MSG: I haven’t lost. Thanks to you my wife kicked me out of my bed and my room. I am now in the guest room.

MSG Hemsworth: Yeah I was kicked out to the guest room two days ago. The kids now sneak in at night and use me as their pillows.

A snort escaped him. he was pleased to hear that he was not the only one who was suffering. If he knew Summer and he knew Summer, she was giving him hell.

MSG: Serves you right for dragging me into this.

MSG Hemsworth: One more week Evans, you can handle that. Then you can go to town.

This time he had to laugh. Just picturing his Aussie accent saying those words was too much.

MSG: Riah is pissed. I think I took this too far. I haven’t seen her this pissed in a while.

MSG Hemsworth: If this is seriously affecting your relationship then we should end it.

He thought about it for a few moments and he knew the smartest route to take was ending the bet, but he also knew he’d never hear the end of this. Groaning again he hit his head on the beadboard. “Damn it!” He knew his competitive nature would get his ass in real trouble.

MSG: One more week. That’s enough time for you to lose.

MSG Hemsworth: Shit, I just might. Summer just came in wearing very little. Jesus Christ, this woman is going to be the death of me.

MSG: Go die happy then.

MSG Hemsworth: I’m not nearly as easy as she thinks I am.

He laughed again and shook his head; he knew his friend was full of shit.

MSG: Whatever. We know who wears the pants man.

MSG Hemsworth: I am the only one wearing pants right now. My god.

MSG: Ew. I don’t want to hear that. Go away. Goodbye.

He tossed his phone back onto the nightstand and got out of the bed. As he paced the room he decided to go to you and test the waters. The halls were quiet and with every step, his nerves increased. He felt like he was either marching to his death or the very first night he took her out. When he got to the bedroom door he stood there and took several breaths hoping to calm his nerves. As he touched the doorknob he paused. He knew he needed a good reason. Quickly he thought up an excuse and knocked on the door.

There was no response for almost thirty seconds, then he knocked again. still, you didn’t answer.

“Can I come in, Riah? I need something.” He pressed his ear to the door trying to listen for what you may be doing on the other side.

“Come.” Your voice was faint.

Slowly he turned the knob and cautiously walked inside his own bedroom like a visitor. You were lying in the bed with your back turned to the door. He could see the glow from the tv on your skin and knew you were naked. For more evidence the way the duvet just carelessly covered the swell of your ass told him all he needed to know. He tried not to stare but he couldn’t help it. You were strewn across the bed across your side and his. Your head perched on a stack of pillows and your hair tied up in your head tie. He knew underneath your hair was wrapped perfectly. He’d spend many nights just watching you do that very thing always mesmerized by how effortless you made it look.

He didn’t realize he’d been standing there for a minute too long until you shifted on the bed to a different position. A position that had the duvet falling lower and giving him a glimpse of the flesh on your ass. He stifled a groan and looked away in an effort to contain himself.

“Riah.” It was a little louder than a whisper. He wasn’t sure you heard it. when you didn’t answer right away he was sure you hadn’t. “Dragonfly.”

Instantly he felt the tension in the room decrease. It was enough to give him some courage.

Slowly, he approached the bed and your bare back. You were close enough for him to touch. All he had to do was just reach out to you. He wondered if you’d pull away, or tell him to get out. when the back of his hand grazed the soft, supple skin of your back you took a sharp breath in, but you didn’t pull away. He trailed the back of his fingers along your spine upward to your shoulder blade. When he made it to the back of your neck he traced the pattern of a heart there. It was your code.

Whenever either of you traced that pattern at this spot no matter where you were, it was always code for the other person to know just how in love the other was, how much their very existence depended on the other, how much they really desired them. He’d use it every chance he got when you were out together around people, every chance he got he was swirling a heart on your neck and every time he did your reaction was instantaneous. He knew that you remembered.

“God darlin’, I love you so much. I miss you.” He didn’t care if he sounded needy or weak. He was speaking the truth, a truth he knew she needed to hear. He needed to hear the words too—he needed to hear your words.

After waiting for several moments, he sighed when he realized you weren’t going to even acknowledge him there. It hurt; he wasn’t going to lie. It hurt a hell of a lot. Accepting the defeat, he dropped his hand and stepped back from you ready to retreat. When he turned to walk out your voice stopped him.

“Wait.” Your voice was low, timid and almost clouded. When he turned back to you, your back was still to him. He waited, waited for any sign from you. This was your show. You moved more onto the bed leaving enough space for him. wasting not even a second he slid into the bed behind you and wrapped his arms around you. Once his skin touched yours he audibly sighed feeling an actual decrease in tension his body held. It felt like coming home after a long trip.

Neither of you moved. He stayed where he was nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck just enjoying your smell. God, he’d missed you. A moan escaped him and that started a chain reaction. He pressed his body closer to yours trying to get as close as possible. From there, his hands moved of their own accord. From your waist, they went to your hip then down your thigh and back up to your hip. Your skin was so damn soft.

Without even knowing it he kissed your neck, then your shoulder and down your arm and back to your neck. By the time he couldn’t stop, he didn’t want to. A peck quickly turned more passionate and soon he was moving under the duvet you were under. To his delight and dismay, he found you were naked. His head said stop, move and leave but his heart easily eclipsed it. his heart was the one who made the decision to urge you to turn to him with his hand on your hip. When you turned to him and your eyes met he could see you.

For the last week, you’d been so detached, so cold, so angry that your exterior easily mirrored those emotions. Everything he’d tried you shot down, he thought it would be weeks before you even began to let him next to you, but here you were. You looked vulnerable and unsure of yourself. That was new, he thought. He was used to you being this confidant woman who embodied sexy. You knew you were gorgeous and knew that he was under your spell every minute of every day. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Pressing his lips to yours he kissed you softly. It was an exploratory kiss, one that was meant to feel you out, test the waters—see where he stood. You didn’t kiss him back, so he deepened the kiss and coiled his tongue around yours. Your moan vibrated against his lips sending tiny shockwaves of desire through him. Just as he was going to take lead again you pulled back.

“Don’t do this if I’m not what you want,” you whispered with your forehead pressed to his.

“You’re kidding right, Riah. You’re always what I want. I need you.” You searched his eyes for the truth, but he’d already given it. “I love you so much, Uriah—so fucking much.”

You crashed your lips to his and in the same breath rolled on top of him. your nakedness pressed on him was the last straw in his control. The two of you moaned and writhed atop the bed kissing each other each of you fighting for control over the other. He loved this. Early on in your relationship, he realized you had more than one side to you. You weren’t only submissive to him, but you also liked to play dominant. He always thought a submissive woman was what he needed but in truth, he craved both, but only with you. He rolled on top of you and pinned your hands to the bed. The action produced a growl from you that didn’t help his arousal.

Flicking off the duvet you were revealed to his eyes and he slowly drank you in. “God you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life.” You didn’t speak immediately instead you stared into his eyes then cupped his jaw.

“Let’s make a baby.”

His groan was instant. Jesus Christ, he thought. His weakness. The one thing you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. You knew he wanted a baby—a baby with you. you knew since coming to an agreement in Sydney it was high on your combined priority list. You both wanted to start a family and were actively trying.

“Put a baby in me,” you whispered again before he felt your feet at his hips where the waistband of his shorts were putting your torturous flexibility on display. He then felt you push them lower all the while never breaking eye contact with him. You were pulling out your reserve card. He wondered if you’d play it and had gone three weeks wondering. He didn’t need to wonder anymore.

“I’m ovulating. Tonight is your window.” He groaned again and dropped his head to the crook of your neck when he felt his length flop from inside his shorts and nudge against your spread flesh.

“God, you’re not being fair.”

“You said you want a baby. Let’s make one. Let me make you a daddy.” Your words were the best dirty talk he’d ever heard in his life. He didn’t need to hear “fuck me” or “come inside of me so hard I feel like I’m splitting in two.” No, he didn’t need to hear any of that anymore, not since Sydney. All he needed to hear was “put a baby in me” and “I’m ovulating.” He would have laughed but this was no laughing matter. His wife was trying to seduce him with the prospect of impregnating her.

“Is that what you want, kitten? You want me to give you a baby?”

“No, I want you to fuck me so hard and so good that I see stars and scream your name until I can’t scream anymore and you come so deep in me that my body has no other option than to give us a baby.” His cock spasmed with the need to be inside of you. You were going to kill him, and he was bout ready to die. This was it. Check fucking mate.

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kenzieam · 7 years

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Fire Fox - Chapter 10 (Eric X OC)

Rating: M (violence/swearing/smut:p)

Notes/Warnings: Upcoming Trigger Warnings (Fox’s past isn’t sunshine and flowers)

Genre: Drama/Angst

Thanks everyone for the reblogs and support!!! IT IS AWESOME!!!

Please enjoy more of Eric and Fox!

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Fox slunk along in the shadows of the corridor. Seeing Eric again had reignited Fox's need to see him and she'd snuck out of the dorms. Keeping to the shadows, she made her way towards the apartments. If she was caught, the game was up and Fox would be factionless, but right now she didn't care, so only wanted Eric to hold her, kiss her, groan into her hair and tell her he loved her. Partway there, she caught the muted roar of rushing water and detoured; deciding to go to the Chasm for just a minute before continuing to Eric's apartment. Rounding the corner, Fox scrambled backwards. Warily, she looked up but the figures on the walkway above her hadn't noticed her. Cautiously, she looked again and bit back a gasp, her heart beginning to thump with dread. Max stood on the walkway, facing Eric. Two guards restrained Eric, grasping his upper arms and Max and Eric appeared to be arguing. Fox desperately ran through her options, could she sneak up there unnoticed? She throw both Max and the guards into the chasm to save Eric if it came to that.

Before she had time to decide, Max suddenly reached out and, with help from the guards, threw Eric over the side.

Fox couldn't stop a scream. Eric managed to snag the walkway with one hand as he fell and swung wildly; his feet kicking empty air. Max looked up, met Fox's eyes squarely then looked back down and stomped hard on Eric's hand. With a yell of pain, Eric let go and fell. Fox watched in horror as he missed the water completely and hit the rocks to the side; his body making a horrible thud. Fox scrambled towards him, hysterical, screaming Eric's name. Reaching him she touched his shoulder and rolled him onto his back. Eric's beautiful grey eyes were hazy, cloudy with pain. His limbs were twisted and broken. Blood streamed freely from his nose and ears. Blood frothed at his lips and Fox heard his breaths gurgling in his chest; could hear his broken ribs grinding against each other as he gasped.

"Eric." Fox cried, tears streaming down her face; pain cleaving her chest. She reached out and touched his cheek, knowing he was going fast, there was no time to find the doctor, Eric was leaving her and she couldn't follow, not yet.

Eric rasped, coughing blood, trying to speak. "F-Fox," he managed, his teeth nearly black with his lifeblood.

"Baby? Tell me." Fox whimpered.

"F-Fox...run." Eric gasped, his body going still, his last breath a bubbly rasp.

Arms like iron banded around Fox's forearms and she was yanked brutally away. "You're next, bitch!" A voice growled in her ear.

With a scream, Fox sat bolt upright, gasping for breath, tears streaming down her cheeks. Clutching her chest, she looked frantically around. She was in the dorm, in her narrow cot. Nearly hyperventilating, Fox clawed oxygen into her lungs, her breaths whistling in her throat. Fuck, a nightmare...it seemed so real.

Hands suddenly clasped her shoulder, and the mattress dipped. "Fox? Fox, are you okay? It was just a nightmare." Tris voice chased the last of the fog away and Fox reached up, grabbing Tris' wrists.

"Tris." She choked. "Oh, god Tris."

Tris pulled Fox towards her into a hug. "Shhh," she soothed. After a few moments, the worst of Fox's tremors were over and her heart began to slow down.

"Was it Eric?" Tris whispered lowly in Fox's ear, quiet enough that no one else could hear.

"Max threw him into the chasm." Fox murmured, the memory of Eric dying in front of her still too raw to tell.

"Jesus...Fox it was just a nightmare. He's safe, you're safe...just a bit longer."

Fox nodded against Tris' shoulder and sat back up, taking a deep breath.

"Are you okay?" Tris asked.

"She's fine. Jesus, Banjo it was just a nightmare! Shut up! Some of us are trying to sleep." Peter roared from across the dorm.

Fox bit back a grin as Tris turned her head and stuck her tongue out at Peter. Looking back at her, Tris smoothed her hair back from her forehead and looked into Fox's eyes.

"You're okay now?"

Fox nodded, her pulse was still racing, it would take hours to slow completely down; but she was doing okay now.

Tris offered a small smile before standing and returning to her own cot. Fox fell back down with sigh. Although utterly exhausted, Fox lay there for close to an hour before closing her eyes and falling asleep again.

The grave again. Fox opened her eyes and looked tiredly over at Four. It had been nearly a week since her nightmare about Eric dying and Fox slept only in fits and starts, snapping awake often, afraid to be swept up in another horrible dream. Being able to work out at the gym was a godsend, the exertion taking her mind off her desperate loneliness, but Fox was still struggling, waking up more often than not with tears dried on her cheeks.

"Only three." Four murmured.

"What?"

Four took a deep breath and turned to Fox. "You're only experiencing three fears, Fox. The simulation keeps replaying the same three."

Fox waited, although she appreciated the practice this repetition was giving her, she saw that Four was deep troubled about it.

"I have no control over which fears the computer puts you through. Maybe you truly only have three fears, and that why they keep repeating."

"Only three? Is that even possible? I thought the average person had between ten and fifteen?"

"The average person, yes. Fox, you're anything but average. I only have four, it's entirely possible you only have three; I'll be a little jealous if that's true, 'cause you'll steal my thunder, but it's definitely feasible."

"Or?"

Four sighed. "Or for whatever reason, the computer isn't bringing your other fears out in the simulations, and in the final test, you're going to be faced with a bunch of fears that are new, that you haven't been able to see and practice getting through."

Fox's stomach dropped.

Four exhaled, ran his hand roughly through his hair. "I don't know which it is." He admitted. "Both are equally viable. Somehow, though, I think you just have three base fears."

"Just three?"

Four grinned at Fox. "Fox, you're epic. Of course it's possible. It wouldn't surprise me at all. We'll just have to decide if you want your new nickname to be 'Three' or 'Trio'."

Fox giggled. "I prefer Fox."

Four grinned back, reached out and slapped her shoulder. "Get outta here, Trio."

Fox laughed out loud, stood up with new energy, turned and left the simulation room.

Tris had managed to track down some books by speaking to Uriah. He'd borrowed some from his mom and Fox was partway through the stack she'd received. She was devouring Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Fox had wanted to read it forever, but Amity didn't have a copy and the lone school library copy had always been signed out.

Despite herself, Fox was becoming accustomed to staying in the dorm, to staying isolated from Eric. She hated every minute of, and every second of her solitude was nearly unbearable, but she was becoming used to the pain. Misery had become her most common emotion, and the fantasies she had about when she'd be able to be with Eric again had gone from grand and earth-shaking to simple and sweet. She just wanted him back, that was all. Anything else was icing on the cake. As long as she could feel Eric's arms around her, his breath warm on her neck and his voice deep and soft in her ear, she'd be happy.

The next two weeks passed frustratingly slow. Fox was ready for the final test, was more than ready for this whole bullshit situation to be over. Although she looked to only have a record low three fears, it still took Fox a while to get through them, and Four predicted that although Fox would definitely pass, she wouldn't be ranked first. Fox was completely okay with that, passing was what mattered. She was entertaining the idea of becoming a tattoo artist once she passed. Drawing had always been a stress release for her, and she was damn good at it, but had never given it much thought, had always only been concerned with getting away from Amity and passing Dauntless initiation.

Much to Fox's relief, Peter and his goons never seemed to notice or comment that Eric was conspicuously absent from training, and that Fox seemed to live in the dorms. She knew it was solely due to their own frightening experiences in the fear simulations being an overriding distraction, and not due to any censure or consideration on their part. Fox had told no one but Tris about her low number of fears, but she knew it would become public during the final test and soon become her defining characteristic here in Dauntless, she could only hope that it distracted everyone from the fact that she was going to cleave herself to Eric once the final was over, and never let go. People would figure out that they'd become involved during training, but Fox hoped that they'd realize he had nothing to do with her only having three fears and couldn't have doctored her ranking in any way.

Fox lay restless the morning of the final test. She'd come awake sometime earlier and simply lay there, tracing patterns in the ceiling above her with her eyes. Today was the day, either Fox had a record low number of fears, and would pass initiation and become a full-fledged member of Dauntless, with Eric at her side; or hidden fears would swoop into her test and derail everything. Fox was so exhausted, so tired of being alone, of not waking up in Eric's arms and hearing his sexy voice in her ear that on more than one occasion in the past few days, she'd almost chucked it all in and ran into Max's office; where she planned to tell him to go fuck himself, then find Eric and leave the entire faction behind. Tris had seen that wild look in Fox's eyes a few nights ago and sat with her on the cot, working to talk Fox off the figurative ledge. Fox had never had people care about her like this before; Eric, Four, Tris, even Will and Christina.

Fox had been completely alone in the peace, love and harmony faction called Amity, and had to defect to the warrior faction Dauntless to find friendship, love and compassion, the irony was not lost on her.

With a deep sigh Fox sat up and swung her legs over the edge of her cot. She was always one of the first up, but today everyone seemed to have woken up early and she was not the only one in the shower. Tris, Christina and Will joined her for breakfast, where the only one with an appetite seemed to be Will. Fox forced herself to eat, she couldn't afford to become light-headed and shaky today.

Without speaking beyond what was necessary, they filed into the fear simulation waiting area and sat down to wait. Everyone was solemn and introspective, even Peter, who was usually an ass just for the sake of it.

Names were called, and the crowd of initiates got smaller. Then Four called out Fox's name. Tris surprised her with a hug and Fox swallowed down unexpected tears. This was it, sink or swim. Notching her chin high, Fox walked towards Four, followed as he led her to a simulation chair in the centre of a large room. People watched, mostly leaders and important people from Dauntless, but others were there too, and Fox had to bite her tongue as she passed Jeanine Matthews. She looked around for Eric, but couldn't see him. Her eyes instead met Max's. When I pass, I'm going to see him, she said with her gaze.

If you pass, you will. Max returned.

Fox sat down in the chair and took a deep breath. Four would not be administering the serum or her test, but before he left her side he leaned down and said softly.

"Be brave, Fox."

The technician leaned forward and injected Fox in the neck.

Immediately Fox found herself surrounded by the hundreds of faceless beings. She'd thought about her fears while languishing in the dorms, and realized this particular fear was based on her home faction abandoning her, nobody helping her. She was afraid of being ignored. The eerie wail rose again, screaming in Fox's ears, the wind sucking the air from her lungs, but Fox found the breath to scream back.

"You can't hurt me anymore!" She cried, her voice booming like a thunderclap. Instantly, the moonlight appeared and Fox was in her second fear, the invisible stalkers. This fear was obvious when you thought about, she feared being attacked again. Fox refused to run, fisted her hands at her sides. Attacking her last fear head-on had worked, she would try the same.

"Leave me alone." She hissed, unable to stop a shiver when close to a thousand red eyes suddenly alighted on her, and a low growl she'd never heard in this before began. "Leave me alone, you don't scare me anymore. You can't touch me anymore."

The air was knocked out of Fox's lungs as she slammed down into the grave. The walls were higher than ever, and it was so cold Fox could almost see her breath. The face appeared at the top, leering down at her, his eyes glowed now. A shovelful of dirt landed on Fox's legs, it was larger than before, the dirt like cement. The next shovelful fell, it was larger still. Her fear had accelerated, Fox would be covered in suffocating grave dirt in a fraction of the time of her fear simulations. There wasn't time to control her breathing with slow exhalations, and Fox sensed that wouldn't be the way to get out of it this time anyway. This was the final, and she'd conquered her last two fears by challenging them. Fox set her jaw and took a deep breath. She welcomed the dirt that landed on her chest. More faces appeared, their laughter a shrill shriek in Fox's ears. The dirt that fell on her was suffocatingly heavy, crushing down on Fox's lungs. A shovelful hit her face, covered her eyes and trickled into her nostrils. Fox let herself go limp. If I am to die here, I will go bravely. I won't cry out, I won't panic. I welcome the next world, the next step in my journey.

Fox slammed back into the chair, gasping as a cheer rose from the crowd. Four was at her side, beaming.

"You did it, Fox." He grinned. He clasped her hand and pulled her to sit up.

"My time?"

"It was good, you did amazing. Listen to all of them cheering for you."

Fox looked around, all the spectators that she'd walked through, all the initiates clustered to one side; who'd had their turn and were waiting for the tests to finish, they were all cheering her, stomping their feet and whooping.

"Three fears, Fox. You're legend now." Four grinned. He pulled Fox gently off the chair and gently gripped her elbow, guiding her off the platform.

Fox was grateful for his help, a tremor was running through her. I passed. Everyone is cheering for me. I GET TO SEE ERIC AGAIN! Fox looked around for the closest set of stairs to sprint to, her only thoughts now to go find Eric. Max stepped in front of her, stopping her and Four. He looked at Four, who leaned down and said. "I have to go get the next initiate, see you later, Trio." before walking away. Fox looked steadily up into Max's face.

"Of course you'll be remaining here until the testing is finished. And then the rankings will be announced." Max said lightly, but his eyes burned.

Fox thought quickly. This wasn't a request, it was a demand. Max couldn't have his initiates running of during the final, it didn't look good to the other faction leaders. Fox caught sight of Jeanine eyeing them and thought quickly. There was a two day window after the final test, where the initiates that passed were free to let go and mingle with their new faction. It was generally a huge, two day party that never ended. It wasn't until the third day after the final test, known as Selection Day, that the initiates; most of them still hung-over, gathered with the leaders in a ceremony to choose their new jobs.

"Of course not, sir." Fox answered airily, as if the thought hadn't ever entered her mind. "I will stay with my class until rankings are announced, and will see you again at the Selection ceremony."

Max nodded, reading Fox's veiled answer, pride twinkled in his eyes. She would stay, put on a good show until dismissed with the rest of the initiates, and in return, Max would give her the next two days free to be with Eric. Her absence from the giant party would be excused. Max leaned forward and murmured. "You will be an asset to Dauntless, graduate."

Fox nodded in return. "Sir." Her voice held a new respect, she and Max had reached an understanding, and they both recognized that the other would be a valuable ally one day. Spinning sharply she turned and jogged to join her initiate class.

Fox stood at military rest, feet shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind her. Four had brought Tris out after her and Fox watched on the large screen Tris' reactions to her fears. When Tris conquered the last one and opened her eyes on the simulation chair, Fox's voice joined the others in a cheer of victory. Four escorted her off the platform and partway over to Fox, then returned to fetch then next initiate.

Fox held out her hand to Tris and pulled her into a hug. They embraced tightly for a moment before parting.

"We did it." Fox grinned.

"We're Dauntless now." Tris grinned back.

We get to be with Four and Eric now, no more hiding. Fox's eyes said, and Tris beamed back.

Fox had to work hard to disguise her impatience as the testing progressed. She watched in surprise as Molly took a huge amount of time to work through her test and couldn't stop a small gasp when the technician was forced to pull Drew out of his. He failed, Drew is factionless...Molly might be too. Fox risked a glance at Peter, he had done well, was most likely going to pass, and he watched Drew with a mix of disgust and sadness.

Finally, the final initiate was tested and Max stepped up onto the platform. "The leaders will convene to discuss and finalize rankings. Initiates remain here."

Fox shifted from foot to foot. Tris, too, seemed similarly impatient. They both planned to spend the next two days uninterrupted with their lovers. Fox didn't miss the quick glances that passed between Four and Tris and smiled slightly. They were good together, fit together like two puzzle pieces. She and Eric were the same, completing each other, shoring up each other's weaknesses, complimenting each other's strengths. Fuck, Fox missed him.

Max and the other leaders reappeared, stood in formation on the platform. The rankings would be displayed one by one on the large screen behind him.

"Ranked first." Max boomed. Uriah appeared on the screen and the initiates exploded.

"Second." Fox.

"Oh my god, Fox!" Tris pulled Fox into a tight hug and Fox couldn't stop a gasp of surprise. Second? She'd expected to pass, no more. She turned back to the leaders to see Max smiling proudly at her.

"Third." Will.

"Fourth." Tris.

Now it was Fox's turn to pull Tris into a tight hug. Here they were, an Amity and an Abnegation transfer, absolutely kicking ass here in Dauntless.

The rest of the rankings were announced. Fox was unexpectedly saddened to see that both Molly and Drew had failed, they'd both be factionless. Tris too watched them with sympathy, her lips compressed. Christina, who'd ranked seventh, pulled herself away from Will long enough to sling an arm over Tris and Fox's shoulders and shriek in their ears. Laughing, the three girls hugged, pulling Uriah and Will into the fray. The initiates who failed were escorted away, to the dorm to pack their belongings and Max turned to the graduates.

"Congratulations on passing initiation. Welcome to Dauntless!" He bellowed and the crowd exploded. Jeanine and her minion, who'd been skulking close to her side to be safe from the Dauntless savages, quickly took their leave; they weren't waiting for the party to really get going, and a wave of Dauntless, new and old, began to flow into the Pit. Music was already playing, but was cranked up louder, and the drinks started flowing.

"I'm going to go." Fox murmured in Tris' ear. "See you at the Selection ceremony."

Tris sent her a wicked glance. "Come up for air long enough to come have a drink with us later, bring Eric."

"You too." Fox teased.

Tris grinned, her cheeks reddening. "Tomorrow." She replied and Fox threw back her head with a roar.

"Not a Stiff anymore." She teased.

"Definitely not a Banjo." Tris shot back.

With one last wink, Fox turned and weaved her way through the crowd, she was stopped a few times by well-wishers, but kept her forward motion and made it to the stairs. Sprinting up them two at a time, Fox reached Eric's floor and jogged down to his door. Breathlessly, she knocked.

Eric threw open the door, a huge grin splitting his face. He'd worked hard at the gym in the last two weeks, his muscle definition was back; and the lines of sorrow and pain on his face disappeared when he saw Fox. His eyes danced. Fox leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Their lips crashed together and Eric slammed the door closed.

THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE STORY, STAY TUNED!

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Title: Rumor Has It {2}

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler

Warning: Nah.

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

Note: Woooow, this was not meant for a part two, but by reception and request here it is.

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It was September, in most parts of the US that meant fall was steadily approaching. In California, it meant a possible six-week extension of summer temps. You felt hotter than usual as if it were actually ninety-nine degrees. You could feel your heart racing as if you’d run a marathon; you could also feel tingles in your belly. Those tingles intensified and traveled through your body. Only Chris could give you those tingles.

Slowly, you opened your eyes to the blinding Southern California sun beaming in through the window. Squinting you used your hand to shield your eyes. Gasping you arched your back off the bed and felt the telltale sign of your impending orgasm. Your toes curled, and you looked down your body to the bulge underneath the covers. Slowly you lifted the material and stared into the incredible blue eyes of your husband he smiled taking his lips from your core. “Good morning, Kitten.” It was the nickname for you he only used during sinful moments like these. You couldn’t stop your moans. You clamped your thighs closed entrapping his head between them. He wasn’t having it, he pried them open and pressed them to the mattress and went for his no-mercy approach. You were so close—so damn close. Squeezing your eyes shut you chased the promise of release, every few seconds you thought you were there.

From a distance, you heard loud ringing that wouldn’t stop. It was becoming so distracting that your release got further and further. Finally, the ringing took over everything. Groaning you thrashed in the bed until finally, you jumped up. You looked frantically around the bright room to find you were alone. You looked underneath the covers, but he wasn’t there. Feeling completely frustrated you dropped back into the bed. The only thing that was real was the ringing. You looked ahead across the room to the TV and saw an incoming call. When you looked over to the clock on the bedside table it read two o'clock.

You hated the damn video call high tech equipment that Chris had installed. Looking around the bed for the keyboard to answer the damn thing you quickly got annoyed because it was nowhere in sight. You screamed out in the room and kicked off all the blankets. When you leaned to the edge you saw it on the floor. Once you grasped it you tapped the answer key before you slammed your back to the headboard. When you looked up there was the devil himself. He looked great, perfectly groomed hair and beard, a white polo shirt with one of the buttons at the top unbuttoned and from what you could see dark plaid trousers. Even now, angry with him he got the butterflies in your gut started and your lady bits clenching.

“Uriah, what the hell I’ve been calling you for almost twelve hours!”

Those were his first words. Not “Hi honey, I miss you,” or “Let me explain.” You got angry all over again.

“Excuse me?! Fuck you, Chris. What the hell is right.”

Chris closed his eyes and sighed as he pinched his nose bridge.

“No, we are not flying past this first issue which is you not picking up your phone or calling me. You know our rule,” Chris chastised.

“Don’t throw the rule in my face. I did call you.” He slid to the edge of his seat then and rested his elbows on his knees. You could see the space between his legs where you knew his manhood was and the bulge there made you lick your lips. Rolling your eyes, you hit your head back onto the headboard. Even angry at him, you still wanted him.

“And left me some crack shit message. I call you back, and you don’t answer. That has been the case for twelve hours Uriah. I didn’t know if you were hurt, or worse. I couldn’t reach you. I’ve asked you to stop doing that.” He only used your full name when he was pissed. You didn’t care if he was pissed. You were pissed!

“Don’t try to change the subject here, Chris. What the fuck! What is that video?”

Again, Chris sighed out as if he were deeply annoyed. You almost flew off the handle, lurching forward like he was right before you, you tilted your head to the side. “What Chris? What the fuck are you annoyed with? I know it ain’t me. I’m the only one who should be annoyed right now. Are you fucking kidding me, Evans!”

He sat there not speaking, just looking at you with his mouth rested on his fist. He always did this when he was waiting for you to finish. It wasn’t a respectful thing like he wanted to be sure you were done speaking before he spoke. No, it was a thing he did when he felt you were going irate for nothing and he was waiting for you to realize it. It always made you angrier, and he knew it. Then you saw his eyes were looking below your eyes. Glancing down you realized you had nothing on, but the flat sheet carelessly tossed across your lap.

“Helllllooo! Focus,” you shouted while clapping out each syllable before you drew the sheet to cover yourself. He didn’t get to see the goodies; he didn’t deserve it.

“Just like it’s not okay for me to disrespect you, it’s not cool for you to do it either.”

“Yet you still disrespect me.”

“How Uriah? What did I do?”

“Everybody and their mama saw that video Chris. What did you do?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off instead, “You’re a married man Chris. Mar-ried!” Again, you stretched each syllable of the word.

“I think I know that Uriah.” You could hear his rising annoyance. He was usually good at keeping his temper when you argued, but four times out of ten he got just as hot as you especially when you pressed his buttons. Being married you knew all the buttons to press.

“Do you really? Your actions don’t say it. Why is this woman touching your chest and face Chris? Why? Is there something you need to share with the rest of the class? For the life of me, I don’t know why this woman is touching my husband so intimately!”

“It was nothing.” Rolling your eyes at the classic response, you leaned your head back on the headboard. You wanted to throw the keyboard into the screen hoping somehow it could teleport through and hit him right in his face.

“God, I’m tired of saying this every time you see some clearly underhanded video or picture of me with a coworker. It’s nothing; it’s never been anything!”

He knew you hated him shouting at you. Nothing riled you up more than a man shouting at you. You didn’t know if it brought you back to when you were younger in previous relationships, or maybe you just hated to feel talked down to. “Don’t fucking shout at me!”

He leaned back and looked up into the ceiling of his room, another sign he was close to flipping out. “If this were me, would you be cool?” He didn’t respond, so you continued. “If there was some video of my costar or modeling partner touching my chest and face, would you be cool?” You saw the tight clench of his jaw and the flare of his nose. You knew the answer already, but you needed him to switch perspectives. He rubbed his face and brought his elbows back to his knees and stared at you.

“That’s different, and you know it. You have breasts; if a man is touching your chest he is touching your breasts.” You rolled your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. You’d had a headache since seeing that video, and it was getting worse. You felt the prickle of unshed tears but refused to let them fall.

“You stood there and let her touch you. Where are the lines, Chris? Where are the boundaries? When I did the press tour for Blue Earth you told me you didn’t like Gerald’s hand placement on my mid-back, a mid-back. What did I say? I said okay, consider it done. The next photo op it was solved, it’s remained solved. We’ve had this conversation three times now Chris. Nothing has changed. If you’re not setting these boundaries for these women, there is none. You are fair game. If you’re not setting the boundaries then our marriage is shit.” You didn’t look at him while you spoke. You looked at your toes; you knew if you looked up and into those ocean blue eyes you’d crumble and cry. The silence stretched longer, and your anxiety rose.

“You said you trusted me.”

They weren’t the words you wanted to hear, and since they weren’t the dam broke, and you felt the hot stream of tears roll down your cheeks. You did your best to keep your face as low as possible. “Should I Chris?” Your voice betrayed you; the pain was evident. You hated it. You heard Chris release a rush of breath.

“I don’t know Uriah, should you?” Your heart sank. Glancing up to the screen, he sat there silent and still with his hands rested under his chin looking into the camera. His expression softened. Just then there was a knock at the door on his end, then a woman’s voice. “All right Chris we’re ready to move. We have thirty minutes to get there. Ready?” He looked to you on the screen, and you scoffed before you wiped your cheeks.

“Why did you ask me to marry you and then do it if you still wanted to live like a bachelor? Why do this whole song and dance? You know what? I’m so glad I decided to hold off on kids. You do whatever you want Evans, I’ll be sure to do the same.” You ended the call, and the video feed then threw the keyboard as it shattered you sunk your head to your lap and cried.

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