Divergent Preferences And Imagines

How you met

Caleb:

You walked to the classroom where you were supposed to teach initiates. The last year, nobody signed up for rocket science. Everybody was all about chemistry and biology and medicine. The serums were very important on Erudite and everyone wanted to work on them. Spaceships were not because they were considered too dangerous.
You sighed as you walked in. At least they were giving you extra credit for this. You decided to continue one of your works, a Warpdrive Device (one of your best inventions) and you are so focused you don't notice the boy entering the room until he pokes your shoulder.

-Excuse me, miss, but... is this the rocket science classroom?

You look at him, a little bit confused but internally screaming with happiness. SOMEONE INTERESTED IN ROCKET SCIENCE!

-Yes, it is. Why? -You asked, trying not to get too excited. He could just want to borrow something.

-My name is Caleb Prior and... huh... I signed up... for... rocket science.

You openly smiled at him and gave him an energic handshake.

-May the Force be with you, young Padawan! My name's (Y/N). I'll be your instructor.

-Does that mean I'll learn to build a lightsaber?

-If you want to.

-Really? -He asked, his green eyes shining.

-Well, it is no Rocket Science, but if you want to, we can do that.

Will:
You never payed much attention to the fellow initiates. For a Candor, you were extremely quiet. Your biggest fear was human beings. The first time you actually looked to someone on Dauntless was when you had to fight him.

-(Y/N) and Will!

You got up from your seat, and walked to the ring. You lifted your eyes from the ground. He was blonde and his eyes had a fiery glow. He was focused to win.

But before he could do anything you beated him. Hard. Quickly. Like a ninja.

-(Y/N) wins!

You then took the poor guy to the infirmary, and, because you pitied him a bit, you went down there to see if he was alright everyday.

Once he was alright, you two stayed chatting a bit.

-It was really good. I'm Will, by the way.

-(Y/N) -You whispered. And a hint of a smile seemed to appear on your lips. Maybe people aren't that bad.

Al
You heard someone sobbing. Being an Erudite, you were not used to emotional behavior, so you, out of curiosity, went to check out what was going on with your fellow initiate.

You placed a hand on his back. Al immediately looked back, and accidentally bumped his forehead on your nose, and it started bleeding (your nose not his forehead. Unless you have a very weird type of nose that can cut foreheads).

-I'm so sorry! -You both whispered, worried.

-What are you doing? -You asked him

-I'm crying. I'll never be Dauntless.

He told you about all his problems and it ended up with him sitting on your lap as you rocked him back and forth saying "Your worries are illogical. You're gonna make it."

-What's your name, by the way?

-(Y/N).

-I'm Al.

Uriah

Your team just lost capture the flag, because that pansycake (random person you don't like) wasn't able to catch the flag when he could. You were defending your flag, but a dauntless-born guy went to get it. You wouldn't let him take the flag so easily, but he was stronger and you lost. Still, the fight took some time, for you were not someone to give up.

Now, you just wanted to be alone.

-Hey. (Y/N), right? I'm Uriah. -You looked up and saw the Dauntless-born that fought with you. -It was a good fight.

-You won. I lost. Congratulations, by the way. -You forced a smile, trying to be happy for him.

-But you fought well. It doesn't matter if you lost or won. Your attitude matters. It was clear that you wouldn't hurt me randomly, just keep me away. And that you wouldn't give up. That's good.- He said, sitting next to you. You smiled. It's always good to hear a compliment, specially from a nice, hot guy.

-I also liked your behavior. You could be all cocky and arrogant because you won and stuff like that.

-Yep. Hey, have you ever heard of zip-linning?

Peter

You couldn't sleep. The Dauntless compound, and specially the  dorm, was way too different from home. There wasn't any plants. And they were your favorite part of Amity.

You secretly have brought the seeds your mother gave you for luck, and you thought it was time to grow some crops on Dauntless. Their food was everything but healty, and, also, being an Amity, you were vegetarian. Dauntless needed carrots and lettuces and tomatoes and cabbages and...

You picked up the seeds, hiding under your pillow, and walked out of your room. You were shoeless. You always did, what kind of pissed Eric and Four off and made the others mock on you. But your motto was Don't worry Be happy, so you didn't care.

When you walked by the Dauntless compound, you found a hidden corner with soil that was watered by an underground river, and you tought it was perfect. You started planting and humming that song that's been in your head for a thousand years (Le me now humming Christina Perri's Thousand Years) not noticing  the person behind you.

-Hey, farmer girl.

-Hey, person who doesn't farm. My name's Y/N.

-I don't care about your name, farmer.

-If you dare telling other people about this...-You threatened, afraid of loosing your little garden.

-What will you do? Give me hugs until I feel sorry? Kill me with kindness?

That's when you tackled him to the ground and started tickling him.

Four

Tris died. Four was a bit sad. Okay the guy was crying his shucking eyes out. Your room was next to his so every night you could hear someone sobbing loudly until 6 am.

You were really done with it. Not because you couldn't sleep, but because you couldn't stand seeing (or hearing) someone in such deep suffer.

You knocked on his door and entered, without waiting him to answer.

-Hey. Are you alright?

-Just... leave me be.

-Well, I've been leaving you be for 6 weeks, and it doesn't seem to work. I just want to help you, ok? It doesn't matter what it is, you can trust me.

-I don't even know who you are.- He said, sitting straight.

-My name is (Y/N). Now, just tell me what's wrong.

He started telling you about Tris and David and serums and divergence and how Caleb should've died instead of Tris and how he was a terrible boyfriend for letting her die and how the world was unfair, etc. He started crying again, but this time he had a shoulder to cry on. Yours.

Hey, Carbon Units! Sorry to all Eric fans if I didn't made any for Eric but it is just a little bit hard for me since he is not amongst my favorite characters. I promise that if I get the inspiration I will make it up to you. Anyway, I hoped you liked it!
:)
Sejam felizes