Author's Note: Just a lighthearted story set in Insurgent, and would probably make the most sense in a non-war setting. I'm new to this, so heeey y'all! As you can tell, I've got a knack at good writing. Haha. I have no idea whether this will be a one shot or will continue, and honestly I don't even know how to add chapters yet (LOL) so bear with me! (Does anyone else picture a bear whenever they say that?) (Sorry if I use too many parentheses.)

Also: the fabulous picture on the side does not belong to me. If it belongs to you and you want it taken down, I will gladly do so!

Pranks

After a long day of training, there was nothing Four wanted more than to spend some quality time with Tris. Too often, their interactions were for the world to see and he craved some one on one time.

Instead of getting ready for bed as he usually would at this hour, he creeps into Tris' room and upon entering, her Dauntless warrior instincts kick in and cause her to jolt. Their eyes lock for barely a second before he pulls her to him, dragging her to his room through breathy kisses. These moments were few and far between, but the workouts of the day drained them both and despite trying to stay awake for longer than they had, the night ended with Tris falling asleep on the already snoozing Four.

Moments later, giggles erupted from a nearby room, but Four and Tris were fast asleep, oblivious to the night owls roaming the halls. Two boys started whispering.

"Dude, this is such a bad idea."

"Don't be a pussy!"

"He'll kill you."

"Scaredy cat. Is wittle Zeke scared of big strong Four?"

"Shut up. It was my brilliant idea, after all. You wouldn't be game unless I was here, too."

"Yeah, good one. I am mighty Uriah, prankster supreme!"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's see you do this, than."

"Watch me!"

They slowly pushed at Four's door, trying to avoid the creaky sounds old doors so often make.

"Hey, we should –"

"Shhhh! He'll hear us!"

Hushed giggles filled the room. Zeke pulled out a marker, and started to draw an extremely disproportionate part of the male anatomy on Four's forehead, or at least what they could see of it in the darkness.

"Continue drawing that and I will chop yours off," exclaimed a female voice.

"What? Who's there?"

"Tris?"

"Obviously, unless Mr. Markerhead over here has a secret lover or something. You know, it's polite to knock before coming in."

"That wouldn't be half as fun!"

Four shuffled in his sleep, and seconds later, opened his eyes.

"Uriah? Zeke? What's going on?"

They giggled uncontrollably.

"Babe, you may or may not have half a penis sharpied on your forehead by these geniuses," said Tris.

"Honestly?! I'm gonna KILL you Zeke!"

"Told you he'd say that."

"Hey man, it's a work of art. Give me some credit."

"What's with the whipped cream?" Tris asked.

"We were gonna make a whipped cream mohawk in Four's hair"

"Hee hee," Uriah mumbled.

"For Christ's sake, how old are you two?"

"Old enough to know better…"

"…but too young to care!" Zeke completed.

Four and Tris sighed.

"For this inconvenience, and for the bother of having to scrub this off of my face, I'm stealing all of your whipped cream. It smells good and I can… think of ways of using it later, right babe?"

"You are very right," she agreed.

"TMI, you guys."

"Now don't cockblock your friend. I suppose you know your way out?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."