les sequelles - Eric Coulter 1

128. How Did That Get There?

Imagine: Waking up with Eric's name tattooed on you, and he confronts you about it after training.

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You groan, as your friend shakes you awake, your head is throbbing and the moment you sit up, you instantly regret all the drinking you did last night. It was your first night off in Dauntless, and you had gotten crazy drunk alongside your friends, to top it off, you couldn't remember anything.

"Is that a tattoo?" Your friend asks, you look down and see the letter 'c' peeking out from under your shirt. Shit, there's no way I got a tattoo last night! You take a breath, praying it's nothing too bad, you lift your shirt up and you friend gasps, you have 'Eric' tattooed on your hip.

The memories of last night instantly start coming back, you weren't one to back down from a challenge, so when one of your friends dared you to get his named tattooed on you, your drunk ass agreed, "Y/N, I know you're upset, but we need to get to training!"

You groan again and start shuffling through you clothing. To make matter even worse, your full sized shirts are in the wash; all you have left are cropped tops and sports bras. Fuck my life...

You put on the longest shirt you can find and pull your leggings up so they cover the tattoo, but they keep creeping down.

You make your way into the training room and refuse to even look at Eric.

The day goes on and you're constantly pulling up your leggings to keep the tattoo hidden, you are already planning on going to see Tori tonight to fix it, but until then, as uncomfortable as you may be, might as well save yourself from the humiliation.

Training finally ends and you sigh from relief, time to get this mess fixed.

"Y/N," Eric calls from behind you, "I'd like you to stay back for a moment."

Fuck... "Yes Eric?"

He's quiet for a moment, once the initiates are gone, he continues, "It's nice to see that at least one of the initiates has taken a liking to me, but this," He hooks his finger in the waist of your leggings and pulls down to reveal the tattoo, "Is a bit much don't you think?"

You stare at him wide-eyed, "Eric...it's not what you think -it-I-um..."

He chuckles, "Let me guess, you got drunk and were dared to do this?"

"You've seen this before haven't you?" You laugh.

"Trust me, you're not the only one," he lifts up the hem of his shirt, revealing two letters on his side, "I got this the night I was celebrating my new leadership position."

You laugh, thankful that he wasn't weirded out but surprised that he had also done something so stupid, "What does it stand for?"

He hesitates for a moment, "My ex's initials."

"Ooh," you cringe, "Well, good to know I'm not the only idiot."

You stand in an awkward silence for a moment, "So any reason why they asked you to tattoo my name?"

You contemplate whether or not you should tell him, why not? "Because they know I'm attracted to you."

He raises his eyebrows, knowing that was the reason, but not expecting you to actually admit to it. Before you know what's happening, he presses his lips to yours, for a split second, "Just so you know, the feeling is mutual," he smirks before leaving you to stand alone in the training room in awe. 

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