eric stop being such a good guy

anonymous asked:

Head cannons of dating Peter Hayes?

Dating Peter Hayes would involve: 

***There will be a few spoilers in case you haven’t read/seen all the books/movies***

  • Being transfers together during Tris’ initiation year
  • Hating him at first because of his Candor smartmouth
  • Him going easy on you during your initiation fight because he likes you
  • Him constantly annoying you in the dorm rooms
  • Him using cheesy/dirty pick up lines on you just to see you blush
  • You finally deciding to give Peter a chance and becoming really good friends with him
  • Peter opening up to you about his rough past
  • Sharing your first kiss and confessing your feelings towards each other on the roof in the middle night after sneaking out of the dorms
  • Peter always sexually/playfully touching you, and you having to swat him away, even though you secretly liked it
  • Him being super overprotective especially around guys like Uriah and Caleb
  • Peter letting his walls down around you and showing you that he’s actually a good person
  • Him protecting you during the war
  • Hiding out in Amity together alongside Tris, Four, and Caleb
  • Comforting Peter after Eric’s death, little did most people know how close Eric and Peter actually were
  • Having to prove to him that you actually care about him once you go outside of the city
  • Doing everything in your power to have to stop him from taking the memory serum

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Busted (Eric Nam ft. Markson)

Type: Fluff

Request: Hello~ I loved your other Eric Nam scenario and i was wondering if you could do one where you are an MC for ASC and are dating Eric but it’s a secret and you let it slip while defending him from Markson’s teasing? Thank-you sorry it is so long

Summary: if people ragging on your boyfriend means you admit your relationship oh well.

“You look nice today” Eric said casually as you two sat down for one of the Markson show shows little script reviews before the two goofballs actually arrived on set. “Thank you. I like your suit jacket” you said looking at the pastel colored garment he had on. It was weird how casual you two could be with each other when not 20 minutes before arrive to the studio you were on each other like butter on bread. 

“You can wear it if you would like” he said slipping it off you laughed as you took it from him and slid it on. It went well with the light colored outfit you had on anyways, you slowly rolled up the sleeves just in case you got warm before you looked back down at your cards. “Don’t get it all wrinkly” he whined playfully “I don’t want to look like I have no arms Eric” you teased back “but you do that when you take my pull overs” he jokes. 

Soon you two were interrupted by the booming voice of none other than Jackson Wang as he came onto set with Mark in tow. “Ah it’s Y/N this time last time it was Jimin” Jackson says as he wraps his arms around you and Eric “how are my favorite hosts today?” he asks casually. “We were pretty good before you came along” you tell him “ah so I just made it better. Thank you Y/N” he jokes before he and Mark were handed things for their show.

As most people knew Jackson and Eric had a playful relationship, you and Mark had one as well. You basically yelled at Mark for not talking and then when he’d actually say something you would yell at him for talking too much. It was pretty funny to be around. You were someone who could add fuel to the fire in a humorous sense which made you a good choice for an MC for ASC.

As the show began and fans started asking questions you somehow ended up on the topic of relationship and were asked who do you think would be the one most likely to be dating within the 4 of you. “Obviously it would be Y/N” Eric says “really I was going to say you” you say back smirking at him knowing something the other two didn’t. “Why would anyone want to date Eric?” Jackson says you knew it was jokingly but it kinda riled you up. “He’s a good guy” you defend “but he’s Eric” Mark jokes “what’s wrong with being Eric?” Eric says with a laugh. “Well where do we start?” and that’s when the heavy teasing began on poor Eric.

“Can you stop” you say seriously making them all turn to you “Y/N it’s fine they’re just playing” Eric says. “But it’s so annoying it’s not even true” you say rolling your eyes almost completely forgetting the camera was on you guys. “Wait Eric has a girlfriend?” Mark asks confused “yes yes he does he’s had one for like a year” you say. “Y/N” Eric hisses getting more embarrassed from you saying something about your love lives. “I just think you’re trying to save him from embarrassment Y/N” Jackson says slowly catching onto why you were mad. “No I’m trying to stop you from teasing my boyfriend” and as soon as those words left your mouth your eyes went wide and your mouth stayed open. Eric’s jaw dropped and he was sure other people’s had as well “what?” Mark said looking at you and then Eric rapidly.

Jackson stood up and cheered “I knew something was going on ah. Mark you owe me money” he says as he ventures over to the two of you and pushes Eric’s seat closer to your’s before he rushed back over to his seat and sat himself down. “So now that has been spilled I hope that answers your ‘who would get in a relationship first?’ question. We should do more questions like these. I feel like I will be learning so much from Y/N, she seems to also have a big mouth” Jackson says while Eric, Mark, and You were still in shock from your out burst. 

“Guys the show” Jackson hints elbowing Mark making him snap out of his trance. Eric following after him, he glanced over at you slightly seeing the bright red face you had as your head fell forward onto the table with a thud “don’t hurt yourself because you’re that embarrassed” Eric says picking up your head sitting you up straight “at least we don’t have to hide anymore” he mumbles as he picks up his cards.

He's jealous (Jack Gilinsky Imagine)

“Bye Eric!”

I walked my best friend to his car before giving him a hug goodbye. We had just had breakfast together. Jack’s car then drove up to the front of my house and parked.

“I better go before your boyfriend tries anything again.” He lightly chuckled before hopping in his car and driving away.

I waved goodbye and walked over to Jack, who was now leaning against his car, arms crossed. Here we go.

“Hey babe.”

“Don’t babe me. y/n you know I don’t like that guy.”

I rolled my eyes and walked back into my house. I don’t want to argue with him right now.

“y/n! Don’t just walk away from me. I don’t want you hanging out with him anymore. I thought we were clear about this.”

I furrowed my eyebrows and quickly spun around. “All I hear is don’t, don’t, don’t! Since when are YOU allowed to tell me who I can and cannot hang out with. You know Eric and I have been best friends since middle school and that’s not gonna change.”

Jack made a face when I said Eric’s name. Ugh he’s such a child sometimes.

“Jack if you just came here to fight, then you should just leave. We can only have the same fight so many times.”

“I came here to hangout with my girlfriend because I missed her, but apparently she was already being entertained by another guy.”

I took a deep breath trying to keep my cool. At this point I knew it was better for him to say what he needs to say then try to talk with him. I walked back into the kitchen to clean up the pancake mixer while a ranting Jack followed closely behind.

“Oh what a gentleman! He left you to clean all the dishes…”

We were soon engaged in a screaming match, each trying to be louder than the other.

This is exactly what I was trying to avoid, but Jack is just so stubborn sometimes.

I then had an idea and picked up some of the pancake batter and smeared it on Jack’s face. I knew the best way to calm him down was to distract him with something fun. I made an “O” face, realizing how bad he looked. He looked so stupid I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.

A small smile also spread across his face, but was soon turned into an evil smirk as he grabbed a huge handful of batter, but I had sprinted away before he had the chance to drench me.

“(your full name) come back here! You can run, but you can’t hide!”

I laughed and sprinted up the stairs. Shit he’s gaining up on me. I panicked and went into my room, hiding under the bed. God I’m an idiot. This is the first place anyone looks.

“BOO” Jack screamed while dropping to the ground. He laid there, ready for action, but I remained in my position, making eye contact with him.

“I have all day y/n. I can wait.” Jack said while resting his head on his folded arms.

I smirked and replied “Well, good thing I have all day also.” I copied his position while keeping eye contact.

*Jack’s POV*

As y/n and I waged in a staring contest I came to my senses. Seeing her goofy smile and eyes light up was such a contrast from her furrowing eyebrows just 20 minutes ago. I over reacted once again. I just can’t control myself when it comes to y/n. She makes me crazy in a good way, and seeing her with other guys makes me paranoid. Not that I don’t trust her, I do. I would trust her with my life, but I don’t trust the guy. Anyone in their right mind would see that y/n is amazing. She’s funny, playful, beautiful, God, she’s so beautiful, and- what am I doing? I should be telling HER this…

*Your POV*

“I’m sorry.” Jack quietly said.

I crawled out from under the bed and leaned against the bed frame, waiting for Jack to continue.

“I love you y/n and I trust you, I really do. I know you’re not gonna stop being friends with Eric, and I need to accept that. He just needs to know that you’re my girlfriend and he needs to keep his distance. You’re my beautiful, funny, smart, good-hearted girl, and I’m just afraid that one day another guy will try something.”

I was taken back by Jack’s speech. He’s never been afraid to tell me how he feels, but not to this extent. I quickly pressed my lips against his, cutting him off.

“I forgive you, Jack. Thank you.” I said before kissing him again.

“I love you y/n. I love you I love you I love you”

I laughed and covered his mouth with my hand. “Shut up you dork”

I then felt wetness on my palm.

“Ugh gross Jack.” I scrunched my noise and wiped my hand on his sleeve. I playfully rolled my eyes. He’s such a child, but he’s my child.

John Laurens and Eric Bittle are the same person?

· Southern belles
· High-profile boyfriends
· Strong feelings about everything
· C
· U
· T
· E
· Will fight anyone who disrespects their friends
· Good with feelings, as long as it’s not their own
· Tbh Laurens is probably really good at pie
· And Bitty is probably really good at ponytails
· Cannot stop smiling when bf is around
· In their group they are The Sweetheart™
· Has no time for egos (see Kent Parson/Aaron Burr)
· Number one priority is Being A Good Guy
· Number two is The Bf
· Should be protected
· But they can do it themselves

anonymous asked:

Zimbits coffee shop au please!

Jack pulled his hoodie down lower over his forehead and glanced around nervously. He hoped no one recognized him. He better not recognize anyone here either, he silently added.

A new bakery-slash-coffee-shop had opened in the neighbourhood, just a block from Jack’s own bakery shop, and while he wasn’t concerned about losing any loyal customers, the competitive side of him got curious.

So, wearing what was probably the worst attempt ever at obscuring his identity, Jack had gone to the new coffee shop to see what they had to offer. He busy was glaring at the attractive display of lemon bars and danishes  when his attention was suddenly caught by the small, blond guy at the front counter.

He wasn’t sure how long he was openly staring, but the gorgeous specimen of a human being had to ask him twice if he was okay. Jack flushed; he could feel his face turning pink.

“Sorry,” Jack apologized. “I was trying to decide. Um, so many choices.”

The guy gave a small smile and beckoned for Jack to come closer. Jack was like a moth to a flame. “I recommend the maple praline squares,” he said with a charming, southern drawl.


“And,” the guy whispered conspiratorially, as if he was sharing an important secret with Jack, “I’ll even let you have a sample, on the house today.”

Jack swallowed. “You really don’t have to,” he started.

“My treat,” he said, already wrapping up the largest piece of the dessert in wax paper and sliding it across the counter to Jack. “Just don’t tell my boss,” he added with a wink.

Jack was back the next day. He really shouldn’t be here, but now, he was even more curious than before. The maple praline square yesterday had been pure deliciousness and he’d even gone so far as to lick the wrapper for the last, sweet crumbs. He’d crumpled up the wax paper and hidden it deep in the garbage can so that no one would find out where he’d gone.

He justified the next visit as a reconnaissance mission. The more he knew about this bakery with the cute cashier, the better Jack could formulate a plan on how to manage his own business.

The guy recognized him and gave him a wide grin when Jack went in. Just like the day before, he gave a recommendation (apple pie with maple sugar crust), except Jack insisted on paying this time. When he refused to take the money, Jack dropped a twenty in tip jar. On his way out, he heard the guy call out, “See you tomorrow!”

Jack was so gone for this guy, it stopped being funny.

He eventually learned his name (”It’s Eric. Or my friends call me Bitty too.”) and he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about Bitty all the time He went every afternoon to the competitor to buy their baked goods just for a chance to see the human embodiment of sunshine.

Jack wondered if he could persuade Bitty to quit and then come work for him. He’d be willing to pay a much higher wage if it meant he could see Bitty at his bakery everyday. Anything to have to Bitty close.

It got harder and harder to hide this from his coworkers. Shitty, who’d started the bakery with Jack and co-owned it, had started giving him shifty looks every time he came back from seeing Bitty. Lardo, on the other hand, gave him knowing looks, and Jack supposed she already knew. Lardo knew everything.

He needed to consider what he was doing. Jack stopped going to the other bakery for a couple of days. He felt miserable, but he realized that he needed to stop fixating on the other business so much. He had his own bakery to manage, and it was probably better for him the long run anyways.

On the fourth day, Jack was working the late morning shift. The bakery had quieted down after the initial early morning rush. The door opened, and to Jack’s utter surprise, Bitty walked in.

“There you are! I thought you were sick or dead,” Bitty said.

“I–” Jack’s heart started beating like it wanted to escape his chest. Bitty was here. Bitty realized he was the rival bakery.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” Bitty casually hopped on one of the counter stools and looked expectantly at Jack.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Jack managed to choke out.

“I took the morning off. I can do that.”

“But why are you here?”

Bitty raised an eyebrow. “I am here because the guy I have been outrageously flirting with suddenly disappeared so I decided to track you down myself.”

Jack actually spluttered, but after he regained control of his breathing, he said, “You aren’t mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“I own this place, Bitty. I’m your bakery’s competition and I never said anything. You probably shouldn’t even be here. Your boss could fire you or–”

“Jack,” Bitty said sweetly. “I know.”

“Oh.” Jack wasn’t sure how Bitty knew, but he wasn’t mad and that was all that really mattered.

“And, Jack?”


“I’m the boss.” At Jack’s confused expression, Bitty clarified,  “Of the bakery. I own it. I bake.”

Jack took a moment to process the information. “So, did you know who I was the entire time? That I’m your rival?”

Bitty laughed. “I knew the first day you walked in.”

Jack felt out of his depth. He wasn’t sure if this was some kind of cruel joke and now Bitty had come to gloat.

Bitty, sensing the shift in his mood, softened his expression. He slid off the stool and walked around the counter until he stood in front of Jack. “I came to ask you out,” he said. “I was thinking lunch at that really nice bistro on the east side of the river.”

“Really? You want me?”

Bitty was inching ever closer. “You think I’m going to let go of the guy who can make a pecan pie to rival mine?”

The answer was pretty self-explanatory after Bitty pulled Jack down to kiss him.

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Twin Problem - Marc Bartra Imagine

Football season just ended, and you and your fiancé, Marc Bartra, decided to go visit his family. You and Marc have been living together for some time now, and it has been a while since the both of you last saw them, so you two were very excited. As soon as you arrived, Marc’s twin brother, Eric, greeted the both of you. Eric gave his brother a hug then gave you a huge bear hug even lifting you off the floor showing how much he missed you. Eric was your best friend, and you actually met your soon to be husband through him. 

“God! You got heavier,” he faked a huff after letting you go.

“Thanks,” you retorted sarcastically. “You got uglier by the way.”

“Still better looking than your fiancé though,” Eric glanced at Marc who was behind you then he winked at you.

You scrunched up your nose in disgust before standing beside Marc and wrapping your arms around his. “I still think my baby is the better twin.”

Marc smiled down at you before he leaned to your height and pecked your lips.

“UGH! None of that please,” this time it was Eric who cringed in distaste.

Marc pushed Eric’s shoulder back, “Go get a girl, bro. Your life is too lonely.”

“And have someone as annoying as her around me all the time? I think I’ll pass,” Eric eyed you. “Having her around once in a while is more than enough.”

You knew that he was only teasing you, so you rolled your eyes at him. Marc rested his arm around your shoulder before he looked straight at his brother.

“First of all, my baby is one of a kind, so you’ll never find another one like her,” Marc glanced at you and you smiled at him. You were elated with his words. He then glanced back at Eric. “And she’s not annoying.”

Eric rolled his eyes but before he could come out with a smart come back, their father showed up.

“Oh, hey! You guys are here,” he greeted the both of you. He went up and hugged you then Marc.

“You going somewhere?” Marc asked his dad seeing how the latter looked like he’s about to go out.

“Yes, actually. I’m getting my tires changed,” his dad replied then added. “Wanna come with? I’ve been asking Eric to accompany me, but he’s a good for nothing lazy bastard.”

Eric only shrugged as if he was accepting the insult from his dad. 

Marc looked hesitantly at you as if asking for your permission.

“I’ll be fine. Go spend time together,” you urged him to go. You knew that he wanted to bond with his dad as well, so there was no reason to stop him.


After you and Marc got settled in the guest bedroom that was just across from Eric’s room, Marc left with his dad. You went downstairs to bother Eric, but he was nowhere to be found. You went outside, and finally saw him spraying his car with a hose.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you walked to the driveway where he was.

“Washing my car, if that wasn’t obvious for you,” he smirked before he directed the hose to you. He blocked the opening so the water would sprinkle its way to you. You were caught off guard and you got soaked with water.

“What the hell?!” you screamed at him.

You saw a bucket filled with bubbly suds, which you assumed he was gonna use to wash his car. You sneakily took the bucket and poured every last bit of them onto him.

“Really, now?” he looked at you unamused through his bubble covered face. “I was gonna wash my car with that.”

“You deserved it, jerk,” you retorted, but you felt bad afterwards so you helped him wash his car. You didn’t have anything better to do anyways.

You were working on the back while he took care of the front portion. The both of you were still soaked from earlier, but you didn’t mind. You got to cleaning the left side, and coincidentally he went to that side as well. You guys accidentally bumped into each other when you reached the middle.

“Move, fatty,” he said while slightly pushing you away by his hips.

“Why don’t you move, ogre?” you teased back while doing the same to him.

You two started pushing each other until he smacked the sponge that he was holding on your face. He laughed at you so hard, and it got you annoyed. 

“Look, I just gave you a makeover. You look better like this actually,” he continued laughing at your misery.

“You fucking jerk!” you cursed at him before storming towards him. He tried to run away, but you jumped on his back. You smacked the sponge that you were holding against his face a bunch of times while he screamed for you to stop. It was your turn to laugh at him. He tried to push you away from him but to no avail since you held onto him tightly.

You heard a car honk so you let go of Eric and looked back just in time to see your fiancé and his dad get out of the car. The younger one doesn’t look so amused as he stared at you with an arched eyebrow, but you were oblivious to it.

“You guys are back!” You greeted them cheerfully. You stood there covered with water and suds, and the guy beside you wasn’t any better.

“You guys seemed to be having a good time,” their dad commented while chuckling at you and Eric’s appearances and you could only smile. You were proud of your payback.

“We should finish up, and get ready for dinner,” you turned to Eric who was unusually quiet.

“Uh… I can finish it up by myself,” he blurted out. He could sense the anger from his brother and he knew better than to make it worse.

“Are you sure?” you persisted but he only shooed you away. “Um… okay then.”

You were about to walk in with Marc, but he already went ahead without you. You found it strange but didn’t think much about his actions. You made your way to the bathroom inside your bedroom and cleaned up. When you got out of the bathroom and got dressed, Marc came into the bedroom. He was looking for something in the closet when you came over, and gave him a back hug.

“How was it with your dad?” you sweetly asked while resting your cheek on his back. “Did you guys have a good time? I thought you guys would take longer.”

He smirked at your words, “What? So you can have more time with my brother.”

You frowned in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

He took your hands off him then he faced you. “Oh come on. Like you don’t know.”

The crease on your forehead deepened as your confusion got worse, but you suddenly realized what he was referring to. “Are you… jealous? Of Eric?” He stayed quiet but it confirmed your assumption. “He’s my best friend, Marc. Stop being ridiculous.”

He sighed before walking away, but you knew that he was still mad. You grabbed him by the arm and turned him around. You picked up both his hands and curled your fingers against his.

“Fine, I’m sorry,” you reached up and pecked his lips. “Let’s not be like this, okay?” He still kept quiet so you let go of his hands and cupped his cheeks instead. You tiptoed while you captured his lips into yours. He wasn’t responding so you playfully bit his lower lip. You knew that that was his weakness, and you were right. You could feel him smile against your lips before he pulled you closer by the waist. 

He suddenly picked you up and threw you onto the bed. You yelped in surprise as he hovered on top of you and you can’t help but get giddy with his actions. 

“OH MY FUCKING GOD! I’m leaving!” you heard Eric shout. “And when I get back, the both of you better be done!”

Your face turned red after realizing what he was talking about, but Marc only chuckled. He turned your face to look at him before he caught your lips in a passionate kiss. You quickly forgot about Eric and concentrated on your fiancé and only your fiancé.

Requested by anon

I don’t really write smut so… hope you still liked it :)