We specifically bought this mini-van instead of a car because it has three seats in the font but now all we do is argue about who gets to sit in the middle
Our group chat is mostly just Person A serenading the both of us with song lyrics and dirty messages oh my god this fucking dork…oh shit now I’m kinda aroused one of you fuckers meet me for lunch asap
We all tried to spit our toothpaste in the sink at the same time and ended up banging our heads together and communicating in unintelligible noises due to having too much fucking toothpaste in our mouths oh my god will one you just spit first I’m so tired I want to go to bed
Person A always sleeps in the middle because they are the smallest but that also means that sometimes they end up like a whole half of the way down the bed by morning and more than once now we’ve both been terrified we accidentally suffocated them in the night
Person B is literally so fucking ticklish and we tickle-attack them so often that we think they might actually secretly hate us and have plans to leave us
parents are super supportive of our relationship which is really nice
but every year your mom knits us three matching Christmas sweaters and
we have no choice but to wear them and now the entire extended family
knows we’re all together and it can get kinda awkward at times but oh
well I love you both so much, hey Person A show us your childhood
I SWEAR I HAVEN’T WORN A PAIR OF MY OWN
UNDERWEAR IN OVER A YEAR THERE IS JUST SO MUCH FUCKING UNDERWEAR IN THIS
You and I were innocently making out
but then I got aroused and so did you but we knew Person C would be
home literally any minute so we just decided to wait for them at which
point they walked through the door and took one look at our faces and
realized exactly what was going on before sighing at us disappointingly
and taking off their shirt
You two are such
trouble-makers and I am literally cleaning up after you 24/7 please be
adults for like one second and no both of you simultaneously smothering
me in neck kisses isn’t going to make me less mad….but carry on anyways
signs as the black girls you’re bound to meet in your life
aries: she can probably beat you in arm wrestling, and while she won’t brag about it without prompting, if you decide you wanna act like you’re the HNIC, she’ll be quick to take you down a peg. your absolute best friend or the worst nightmare of an enemy, like she won’t go all out of her way to fuck with you, but you’ll be fucked with. remembers everything. not exacty the “mom” of the friend group, but lowkey responsible… unless she’s bored. taurus: the friend who makes sure you ate and pulls snacks out her bag if you didn’t. always down for a laugh. falls asleep when y’all hang out at the house. not about short-term friendships or relationships, so if you end up in one with her, remember that she can and will cut you off at anytime bc this means like… nothing to her lol like yall are friends but it’s not that srs. loyal until you hurt her then just fades back out your life without a word unless you decide to fix your mouth to ask why, then get ready for an earful. gemini: takes screenshots and has all the receipts, so don’t think about lying on her unless you wanna be all the way exposed. her room either looks like a five-star suite or like all the drawers barfed on the bed and chairs (and maybe floor), just depends on what day of the week it is and if anyone’s coming over. dressed to kill. nice until you do something wrong, then don’t know you. has EVERYTHING in her bag. knows all the sales. most likely to slash your tires. cancer: carl thomas - emotional.mp3. just so many feelings. super nice until she’s SUPER NOT. the actual mom friend if your mom had you at 14 and was growing up with you. like, she’ll hold you when you’re sad, but she’s also down to go hit the club afterward. always watching, like in the beyonce-peeking-through-the-blinds kinda way, she knows everything, she’s just not saying anything. super loyal as long as you return the favor. geniunely surprises you when you find out her kinks. leo: highest expectations in the crew besides virgo because… well, have you seen her? have you seen the effort she puts into herself, her career, her life? seriously, like keep up. big softie deep down inside who just wants to be loved and treated like a princess but also worshiped like a queen like, why is this so hard? turns to mush inside if someone she likes is around, but trying to act like they’re no big deal and annoying bc she’s not gonna admit someone has that much hold on her. like things just so, so stop FUCKING with her stuff. virgo: going to the top and not gonna let anything stop her… but if anything does they’re breathing fire and huffing smoke and being pissy about everything. always has advice and if you don’t take it, it serves you right when shit goes wrong. petty and stands by it. bougie but usually cute about it. probably has an impressive, color-coded day planner or everything scheduled into her phone. biggest betrayal is purposefully getting in her way. libra: super cutie who wants everyone to get together and bake a cake full of rainbows (but also somehow an evil genius if need be?). never ask her to pick where y’all are going to eat, because she’ll end up trying to take a vote or something instead of outright picking. always has a crush on/kinda sorta thing with somebody (changes/rotates constantly depending on who’s paying her attention), or the one in a relationship that she’s 149% all about. loud. kinda goofy. same room dichotomy as gemini, ‘cept hers is pillow paradise. scorpio: nicest person with the shortest temper, and the worst part is that it SMOLDERS. the living embodiment of “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”. the friend you go to when you have a bad breakup bc she’ll put you in tight-ass dress, do your makeup, post you on ig to make sure your ex sees, and then take you out on the town to forget everything except how bad-ass you are. gotta check on her periodically cuz she’s not about to let anyone know when she’s suffering (she’s the one who Gets Shit Done, what does she look like asking for help?) sagittarius: sweetheart with her own agenda. private and you don’t even know it. better justifying/deflecting genius than libra, which is kinda scary, tbh. coordinator extraordinaire, which turns into manipulator extraordinaire unless she’s done some emotional work on herself. lashes out when she’s hurt on some FUCK IT ERRYBODY CAN GET IT type shit but will maintain that she’s unbothered. nice as long as you remain on her good side forever and always. social climber and unashamed about it. capricorn: the only one more ambitious than virgo, but not wasting her breath giving out advice lol if you wanna know her secrets to success, you can buy her book when it comes out. doubt her and you’re dead to her. the actual evil fucking genius, like between the fact that her talk game and diplomacy skills are on point and the fact that she refuses to let anyone make a fool of her, just don’t try her. like if you fuck her over and she just stares at you and then smiles and goes “have a nice day” or something, you’re just dead, you’re gonna die. aquarius: not about to waste her breath warning you about anything more than once. good intuition, but doesn’t usually trust it. a little out there, but it makes you smile cuz she’s just a cute-ass weirdo. good luck tryna pin her down buddy lol she knows the biggest resource she has at her fingertips is her life itself and she’s dedicating it to fun, freedom, and the existential greater good. bounces back from everything but doesn’t forget who didn’t help. pisces: flower child whose hand you might need to hold sometimes (both to guide and to console). the one who’s not about to jump into the roast session cuz last time y’all hurt her feelings (but she also got in like a REALLY good one that one time, y’all still talk about it). always wants the aux cord cuz she has a song she REALLY wants you to hear. very dreamy about her music. everyone’s favorite baby besides libra. sometimes naive, but in the cutest way bc they truly want to believe that the world is a good place, so she’s really personally hurt over injustices.
Stealing his hook when the two of you get into arguments “Y/n, love, don’t do something you’ll regret. Give me the hook back and we can forget this whole thing ever happen.”
Being close friends with his younger and older sister
Harry being possessive over you
When you first met Uma she would be highly skeptical over you
But after seeing how happy Harry when around you, she started to take a liking towards you
Gil would become a sort of brother figure to you after some time
An extremely airhead type of a brother but still a brother nonetheless
Flirtatious comments left and right which consist of,
“Hey darling, want to compare tan lines?” and… “I don’t know if you’ve ever been fishing, but I think we should hook up.”
Which would earn a slap
He would probably steal you gifts
“Harry… where did you get this necklace? There’s blood all over the chain.” “Yeah about that-”
Getting a tad bit jealous when you see Harry flirting with other girls. You knew it was just his nature and he meant no harm but it still got under your skin. “Aw darling, is someone turning into a green monster? You know those girls don’t mean a thing to me. You’re the only one I care about.”
He would love interrupting you with kisses
A lot of teasing and playful banter
Harry becoming extremely jealous over you close friendship with Jay and Carlos
Just as you become a bit envious over his tight knit bond to Uma
Adventuring around the Isle together
Helping Harry do his eyeliner on mornings when he’s too tired and him doing yours
He’d be a touchy boyfriend and constantly have his arm around your shoulder
PDA all the time
He’s not a huge fan of saying ‘I love you’ and extremely mushy stuff but he shows his affection for you in other ways
Like holding your hand and helping you onto the ship
And defending your honor by punching out some bloke who made a rude comment about you
Accidently scratching you with his hook which he spends weeks apologizing for, hardly daring to touch you in fear of it happening again “Harry, accidents happen! It’s okay, you can hardly even see the mark.” “I don’t care if you can’t see it, love. I hurt you and I promised to never do that.”
Finally getting him to cave in after putting on a show of fake tears which he catches onto moments after pulling you into his chest “You tricked me? I’m actually impressed, sweetheart.”
You two would be a very fun loving and humorous couple that knows how to have a good time
Having to pull Harry back down when he gets a little out of hand “Harry chill, I think they get the message.”
Harry begging you to let him try to braid your hair
And he surprisingly does a nice job
“Yeah, my mom wasn’t around much so I had to learn myself. My sisters had the best hair stylist the Isle has ever seen!”
Stealing his hat on multiple occasions
His large ego would be the root of most of your fights
But he would make it up to you by forcing you to cuddle with him at night as a form of apology
Most of all, Harry putting your safety and security above everyone else’s including his own
Are we sitting comfortably? Good, allow me to make something very clear. I might be taking a miniature break online from things for the sake of my mental health, but no, you did not “win” you did not “frighten me away” and you are most certainly not the reason I am taking a break, but if you think for one minute that you can come into My chat, my space which I made for people to come hang out and feel welcome in and harass My friends you are gravely mistaken.
You are not as clever or anonymous as you think you are, Michaela A*******n, Kelly B****s and Sophia E****t.
And if you try that shit again there will be a Reckoning and you will lose .
You’re 18, and starting over is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.
You thought that breathing wouldn’t be something you’d have to learn all over again, but it is. It’s like as soon as you stopped on that bathroom floor, even just for a few minutes–it’s like you forgot how. Every time you inhale, it’s a conscious decision. One that you’re barely sure that you want to make. It rattles painfully through you like your lungs have rusted over, broken-down gears in a machine that doesn’t work anymore. You don’t know if they can be fixed, if you even want them to be.
You breathe anyway.
You’re 18, and this hospital room is too cold, and a nurse gently asks you if you know why you’re here. You do.
You’re here because when you were 10, you felt like you weren’t good enough, and when you were 15, you felt terrified, when you were 17, you felt overwhelmed, and when you were 18, you didn’t want to feel at all.
You don’t say any of this to the nurse. You nod instead. She continues to talk, but you don’t pay attention, instead letting your eyes drift over to the newspaper on the table next to your bed, open to the sports section. You’ve read the headline a few hundred times by now. You read it again, just in case it’s changed. It hasn’t yet. Maybe next time.
You’re 18, and as you settle back against your pillow, you think about what your mom said, about taking a break. No hockey for a while. You consider it, and you can’t decide if it would be more like cutting off a limb or removing a tumor.
You think there’s only one way to find out.
You’re 19, and by now you’re used to how the parents look at you when they think you don’t see.
It’s never exactly a look of contempt. More morbid curiosity, even fascination. Like you’re a zoo animal, something to be gawked at for a few hours each week and talked about briefly under their breath so the kids can’t hear. You don’t know what they’re trying to see. Do they think you’re hiding something? That you have a stash of blow in your duffel bag? That if they can catch you at just the right time, they’ll see you shooting up right there on the ice?
Fuck them, you decide.
You have a job to do here, and it’s a good job. The kids call you Coach Z, just Z, and they let you forget there’s any letters beyond that one. You help Eli with his speed and Julie with her accuracy, and you don’t look outside the rink.
Whenever the kids win a game, they mob you afterwards, fight to get in closer to you, and it feels good. They either don’t know or don’t care. To them, you’re just Coach Z. For now, that’s all you want to be.
You’re 21, and it’s just your third game at Samwell when a massive D-man from Harvard slams into you from behind. A penalty is called immediately, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re facedown on the ice, dazed, and your ribs ache like hell. As the D-man skates to the penalty box, you can hear the sneer in his voice.
“Heard you liked snow more than ice, boy wonder.” Another coke joke. Original, you think dryly.
There’s a medic skating toward you. You can get up on your own, but he insists on taking you back to the locker room to check out your ribs.
As he’s finishing up (some bruises, but nothing broken), Shitty enters the locker room with a second medic. He’s walking gingerly. You ask him what happened.
“I went for the guy that went for you. Didn’t work out great for me,” he says, sitting next to you on the bench with a wince.
You stare at him, temporarily dumbfounded. You ask why.
He’s your teammate, he tells you. And your friend. Right?
You look at him, this skinny younger kid with shaggy hair and a mustache half-grown in and ribs quickly becoming an abstract painting in shades of purple, and you realize he’s probably the closest thing to a friend you’ve got.
You hold out a fist, and he bumps it gently. “Got your back, brother,” Shitty says.
Yeah. Got your back.
You’re 23, and you have a problem.
More precisely, a short, blond problem. With a penchant for baking.
It’s not that Bitty’s not talented. He’s fast, and he’s got good hands. But if he can’t take a check on the ice, he’s never going to be a good player.
You like solving problems.
So that’s why you thought this was a good idea. But now, as you stare down at Bitty, who’s curled up on the ice, trembling, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead, you start to have some doubts.
The thing is, you recognize that look in his eyes. That fear. You’ve been there before. And you don’t want to leave anyone there, not if you can help it.
So you set your mouth into a firm line and order him to get up. You check him, just softly and slowly so he won’t be so scared. And you do it again. And again. And again. By the end of practice, he’s still shaking. But he’s not curled up on the ice any more. You decide that’s enough of a win for today. You learned to embrace little victories years ago.
You’re 24, and you’re outside your new apartment, and you already miss them so much it hurts.
You don’t remember what it’ll be like again tomorrow, waking up without Shitty just a bathroom away.
You can’t imagine coming home and not finding Holster on your couch, yelling about…Buffy, or Liz Lemon, or whoever is the star of whatever he’s watching.
You can’t think of coming home and not having the kitchen table smell like Ransom’s highlighters, or hearing Dex and Nursey argue a room away, or hear Chowder’s workout playlists blasting from the basement.
But you have to, don’t you?
You have to unlock this door, sit on the nice new furniture you picked out with your mom, open your fridge that won’t be full of mold and too many bottles of Sriracha. And in the morning you’ll have to drive yourself down to the rink, shake hands with the administrative team, meet a few of the guys.
And though your team–you can’t stop thinking of them as your team, even if your last game together was months ago–isn’t here, you know that they’re on your side.
You’re still scared about…this, this thing you have with him. Not of how you feel. You’re sure of that. But of fucking it up. Because you know, deep down, he is one of the best things that’s happened to you in a long time.
It’s a risk. But you figured out ages ago that some risks are worth taking.
You’re 27, and you’re tired of hiding.
Really, if they ask you later why you did it, that’s what you’ll say. It’s mental exhaustion more than anything that makes you let it slip. You’re just tired–tired of having to hold back truths and substitute incorrect pronouns–and when you mention offhandedly in a post-loss interview that you just want to go home to see your boyfriend, well. That’s it. You’re just tired.
For a moment, all five reporters are silent, then they start buzzing like wasps, interrogating you, demanding you tell them the things they shouldn’t have the right to know about anyway. You refuse to go into detail. The assistant managers will probably be pissed, but you think George will get it. She’s known for so long.
You go home, and you see your boyfriend, and neither of you turns on the TV. You know it won’t exactly be smooth sailing ahead. There’ll be press conferences, and interviews, and even more scrutiny, and a whole farm’s worth of assorted bullshit.
But when you’re holding him that night, you don’t doubt that it’s worth it.
Because you’re 27, and you’re too in love to care.
And soon enough, you’ll be more. You’ll be 28, 35, 67. Married, a father, a grandpapa. And your life will be messy, and joyful, and so goddamn worth it.
You’re going to be glad you decided to keep breathing.
You’re you, and starting over is the best thing you ever had to do.
“I could do that,” he states a minute later, and he nods his heads a few times as if it’s some sort of confirmation as he mulls it over, and you look at him like you’re confused.
“Do what?” You question, and he blinks at you.
“Be your boyfriend,” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and it makes your heart beat a bit faster.
“You mean fake boyfriend.”
Harry and Y/N work at a coffee shop and he’s never been a good actor
12k+, fluff, smut, ripping of panties mid-fuck, and just a dash of angst
OKAAAY SO, i’ve been dead around here because i’ve been working on this for a few days now! special shoutout to @mermaidsonships for letting me yell about apple (that’s what we named the girlie in this amongst our texts) and harry as well as bounce ideas off of u! i love u sister! i’ve got a fixation of fake bf harry + harry being rly teasing so if u combine those 2 things u get this big mess of a thing! i hope u enjoy!
“Really, Peter, my daughter ?” - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Summary : Peter starts to date Tony Stark’s daughter and the Iron Man isn’t sure he’s liking it…Well, actually, he’s pretty sure he hates it.
I wanted to write something else than Batfam or DC related for once sooooooo…Here’s a Peter Parker story yo. It has probably been written a thousand times, but after I watched “Spider-Man : Homecoming”, all I wanted to do was writing a story with Peter starting to date Tony’s daughter so…yeah. Here it is. Hope you’ll like it :
Peter didn’t really mean for this to happen. Far from it. Oh it would have avoided him a world of troubles if none of this ever happened.
Nope, totally didn’t mean for this to happen. Besides, when he first met you, he had a massive crush on Liz and had eyes only for her. Oh he was head over heels for her. And, your first encounter wasn’t exactly…a smooth one.
Months earlier, when Peter helped your father against Captain America:
It was very soon after the big fight between “Team Iron Man” and “Team Captain America” that you met him. Peter was waiting for “Mr. Stark” in the Avengers’ watchtower, in one of the waiting lounge.
An annoying elevator music was playing and Peter was awkwardly sitting in one of the ridiculously fancy chair of the lounge, waiting for…Someone. Anyone really.
He had been waiting for hours. Did…did they forgot about him ? Nooooo, Mr. Stark would never do that to him.
And when the door opened, Peter’s heart leapt at the thought of talking to his hero again and…A girl he only saw on TV appeared, hurriedly closing the door behind her.
You. It was you. The famous (Y/N) Stark, only daughter of the even more famous Tony Stark, and therefor, sole heir to the Stark’s fortune.
You didn’t even notice Peter at first, as he was sitting in the chair furthest to the door, and when you did, the face you made made him flinch. You seemed so unhappy to see him…
-Who the Hell are you ?
You ask without any other preamble. Peter stands up and clears his throat…and oh he wanted to slap himself when instead of telling you his name he said :
-You’re…You’re (Y/N) Stark !
You roll your eyes at him and approach him slowly, giving him a suspicious look before saying :
-Thank you, without you, I think I would have never known my own name. I’m so grateful right now…
The sarcasm in your voice was so strong Peter thought he could feel it squeezing his heart and self-confidence. It took him way too long before he finally answered :
So I gave myself a sad on the way home from work. I’m not masochistic (or sappy) enough to write all of it, but I’m sharing a bit, anyway.
(Implied spoilers for episode 103.)
The third time Percy dies, it’s an instantaneous thing. Maybe the whole process has changed somehow in the last 60 or so years, since the last time he did this. Whatever it is, he’s grateful for the lack of drama.
“Okay that’s the last one.” Your new step father said.
Your mother just remarried and she figured it’s time that everyone lived together. Your step father was sweet so you had no complaints but as for his daughter. She was a snob but all you could do was play nice.
The last of the boxes finally settled so you thought you would try to step out.
“Hey mom….can I go to Jins?”
“No, we are having our first dinner tonight as a family.” You mother complained.
“I’ll be back….he only lives a few blocks away.”
Your mom didn’t like the fact that Jin lived by himself, technically he had a roommate but she still didn’t approve of you going there. He only was a few years older then you, three years to be exact. She also didn’t understand that you were just friends so nothing ever happens between you two. One more year and you can move out, you were counting the days.
“Fine you better be here….you got two hours.” You smiled and left quickly.
You knocked outside of your friends door. The door opened and you saw Namjoon. “You’re not pizza.” He said disappointed.
“Rude.” You pushed him out of the way. “Why do you need pizza when you have Jin….he cooks better then my mom.”
“I do.” He laughed from the kitchen.
“Can you make me my-” Before you could finish he rolled his eyes annoyed.
“Every time….you only come over for my goodies.” He whined.
You laughed as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. “That’s not true.” You giggled. “That’s the second reason.”
“Okay fine…one apple strudel coming up.”
“Thank you….my mom loves them too so I’m gonna have to hide them.”
“Or I could give you the recipe and you could make them yourself.” You glared at him causing him to do his famous laugh.
You heard a knock on the door. “Now this better be the pizza.” Namjoon got up.
He opened the door and you saw their friend Hoseok at the door with the pizza. “Thank you for the free pizza.” Namjoon grabbed it off his hands.
“No not again….you got me in trouble.” Hoseok complainted. “This is my third job in a year can you please not get me fired.” Namjoon glared and gave him his card so he could swipe it.
“What’s the point of working there if you can’t give your friends discounts.” You laughed.
“Hey what the hell (Y/N), you used to be on my side.”
“I am.” You didn’t noticed Jin look down upset as you bear hugged Hoseok.
You were like a little sister to all of Jin and his friends but the one thing you didn’t know was that Jin had feelings for you.
“Do you want some pizza?” Namjoon asked.
“No…..my mom is making me go home to dine with my new family.” You said in a mocking tone.
“They moved in?” Hoseok asked.
“Yeah.” You arched your eyebrows.
“Bummer.” Namjoon said.
“I have to get back to work.” Hoseok said goodbye and left.
You walked over to the kitchen just as Jin put your strudel in the oven. “What time do you have to go back?” He asked.
“I have an hour.” You both sunk in to the couch next to Namjoon and put on a movie.
Before you know it the movie ended and you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. When you looked at the ID, you saw it was your mother. Shit!!
“Hi mom.” You said cheerfully.
“Where are you?”
“I’m on my way home.” You lied as you started putting your shoes on.
“You always do this.” Your mother said disappointed.
“I’m sorry I’ll be there any minute.” And you snapped and hung up.
“I better go.”
“Don’t forget your strudel.” Jin said and you grabbed it and left.
As soon as you entered the chamber you call home you heard loud laughter coming from the dining room. When you entered the room you saw your mother and your step father on each side of the table and the backs of your annoying step sister Mina and the back of some guys head.
“(Y/N) Your late.” You mother tried to not sound annoyed.
“I’m sorry.” You said as you made your way around the table getting a view of your mystery guest. You felt your stomach sink once you saw him. What the fuck is he doing here?
As soon as he saw your face, he went pale, like he seen a ghost. It was Wonwoo, your ex boyfriend. Why was he here? He can’t be dating her.
“(Y/N) this is Wonwoo, my boyfriend.” Mina said to break the awkward silence. This is unreal.
“Hi.” You said with no emotion. He nervously smiled. It wasn’t a surprise your mother didn’t recognize him, she was always busy with her work.
“I thought this was a family dinner?” You sassed.
“(Y/N) What’s with you?” Your mother whispered but it was clear that everyone could hear.
“Nothing it’s just that I didn’t know we could of invite guest unless I would of.” You rolled your eyes looking down.
“Mina gave us permission, but you can invite people over too (Y/N).” Your step dad nicely said.
“My mom never told me that.” You continued your gaze down at your plate.
“Invite your friend over tomorrow.” He said.
“You have friends?” Mina smirked.
She can act like that and get away with it but when you do it your mother acts like all hell broke loose.
“I have lots of friends actually and they all exists.” You snickered. “Can I invite Jin over mom?”
“Who’s Jin.” Mina said annoyed.
You heard your mother cough while swallowing her food. “Boyfriend?”
“Yeah.” You said it like it was obvious.
“You told me-”
“Mom we had this talk already I know you don’t approve because he’s older but you never even got to know him.” Which was kind of true but with the wrong message.
Your mother looked at you confused and angry at the same time. “We need to talk about this later.” You nodded.
“Sorry what?” Jin asked because he thought he misheard what you said.
“Did I tell you how handsome you look today.” You avoid his question.
“Did you just ask me to be your boyfriend?” He was still confused.
“So handsome.” He just glared at you confused. “Okay fine…… that’s exactly what I said.”
“Why?” He carried out the word.
“Don’t get offended or anything because you’re my best friend and I love you.” You held your hands together placing them over your chest.
“Can you please pretend to be my boyfriend because my evil witch from another planet step sister is dating my ex.”
“Wonwoo?” He asked.
“Yes Jin…because I’ve been in so many relationships.” You said sarcastically. “So will you help me?”
“Why do you need me, you said you were over him.”
“I am I just want to show him that I’m not pathetic and I can get another guy.” You said grouchy.
“Being single doesn’t make you pathetic.”
“I know I just don’t want Mina to find out, she’ll gloat in my face.”
He rolled his eyes. “Technically you don’t have a choice because I kinda told everyone already.” You bit your lip nervously. He glared at you.
“Thank you.” You gave him the biggest hug ever. “I told my mom that you could come to dinner tomorrow night.”
“I don’t know if I can fake it.”
“Jin come one….its not hard.”
He looked at you concerned. “Let’s practice.” You sat closer to him. “Kiss me.” His eyes shot open wide. “It’s okay.” You giggled.
He wasn’t making any movements so you grabbed his cheeks and brought your lips to his. It took him a while to work against your lips but he eventually responded. You removed your hands from his face and leaned them on his shoulders. You can’t believe you are saying this but it felt nice.
“Woah, what’s going on?” You heard Namjoon enter the room.
You both looked at him stunned. “You guys are together now? It’s about time.” He laughed.
“No, it’s a long story but I’ll see you tomorrow right?” You got up ready to leave.
He nodded. “What was that?” Namjoon asked Jin.
“It’s a long story I guess.”
You watched as your mother set the table with an attitude. “You still mad at me?”
“You lied to me.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” You mumbled. “I’m sorry if I told you the truth then you wouldn’t have let me go.”
“That’s right I wouldn’t of.” She argued.
“Why are you so mad….you said you liked Jin.”
“Yeah but you said you were just friends.”
“We still are mom….we are exploring.” Your mother rolled your eyes.
“Jin’s a gentleman…he hasn’t even touched me yet.”
“Aish.” Your mother rubbed her forehead stressed.
“Hey dear.” Your step dad entered.
“He’s here.” You followed the knocking at the door.
You bumped into Mina on your way to the door. “Jeez what has gotten into you?”
“My boyfriends here.” You gloated.
You opened the door and there he was your best friend/pretend boyfriend. You noticed the slight change in his hair color. You arched your eyebrows at him.
You greeted him and wrapped your arms around his neck kissing him on the lips. He was caught off guard again but soon responded.
You heard a voice clearing behind you. Mina. “Jin this is Mina my step sister ” You said rushed, so she can go away.
“Hi.” She greeted cheerfully. “Nice to meet you.” She shook his hand. She was putting on some shy act. Was she attracted to Jin?
You looked at her and shoo'ed her away. She smiled and met your parents in the kitchen.
“I don’t see you for a day and you die your hair pink.” You noticed the slight tint of rose color coming off his blonde as soon as he stepped in the light.
“It was Namjoons idea.” He laughed.
“Why do you listen to him?” You grabbed his hand and led him to where the rest of the house was.
Your mother played nice even though she was in the past. Did Mina forget she had a boyfriend? She has your ex boyfriend and now she wants your fake boyfriend. You could tell that Jin was uncomfortable by the way she would constantly gaze at him.
“So Jin how long have you two been dating?” Your step dad asked.
“We have-” You started but your mom interfered.
“He asked Jin.” Your mother warned you.
He looked at you before he answered. “About two months now.” He lied. Your mom looked more ashamed of you because you lied but you knew in the end she prefer him then other guys.
The rest of dinner was pretty awkward. You walked Jin to his car. “Good job buddy.” You patted him on the back.
“How long are you going to make me do this?” He sounded disappointed.
“I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders.
“Good night (Y/N).” He opened his car door.
“Hey, are you okay?” He nodded. You knew something was wrong but you didn’t want to push it.
As soon as he drove away, another car pulled up. Wonwoo.What is he doing here?
“Hey (Y/N).” He got out leaning on his car.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m picking up Mina.” He answered.
“This late.” You sassed. “Never mind I don’t care.”
“You know I had no idea she was your sister.” He said.
“Step sister.” You corrected.
He walked up closer to you. “So you really seeing someone huh?” He was strangely close, which made you uncomfortable for Mina’s sake.
“Yup.” His eyes lingered down to your lips.
“You sure or are you just saying that to make me jealous.” He smirked leaning in closer to you.
You pushed him away from you. “What the fuck are you doing? What happened to you…you’ve changed.” You said distressed.
“Did you pull these stunts when you were with me…is that why you broke up with me because you were afraid I was going to find out?” You continued.
“I was just kidding chill….I broke up with you because you were a clingy bitch.” You were stunned those words left his mouth. He was never like this, or so you thought.
“Wow…best to luck with you and Mina because I’ll tell you she’s something…..she couldn’t even take her eyes off my boyfriend at dinner.” You smiled deviously and head towards the door.
As soon as you opened the door you saw Mina walking down the stairs. “The garbage man is here to take out the trash.” You smiled at her confused face and went to your room.
All week you begged Jin to go to your house to hang out instead of his. You couldn’t help but noticed Jin’s cold attitude towards you lately, but it was only when you two were alone other then that he acted fine. And boy could he act, he acted like a true boyfriend around your family. You liked it.
Every time you would kiss him, you actually felt butterflies in your stomach. You loved when he held your hand and you loved how he complimented you. Were you falling for your best friend?
As cliche as it sounds when you kissed him for the first time just a week ago, you felt a spark. The only problem was you thought he didn’t feel the same way.
You two were sitting on the couch watching a movie at your house. You were alone together, or so you thought. You looked at Jin as he was focusing on the movie. He was so handsome. You hated yourself for never seeing him that way before. Things were different now, you saw him different now.
You felt butterflies as you watched him bite his lips. You couldn’t control yourself much longer. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards you as you kissed him desperately. He responded immediately as he smiled into the kiss. You deepened the kiss as you explored his mouth with your tongue. You moved your hand down his chest feeling every inch of him. You were surprised he wasn’t stopping you. You had a little hope that he felt the same way.
“Woah get a room.” You heard an annoying familiar voice ruining the moment behind you. Both of you didn’t say anything as you watched Mina and Wonwoo head up stairs.
“We’ll be upstairs.” Mina said. You caught a glimpse of Wonwoo’s face, it was pure jealousy.
You slightly smiled and faced Jin once again. He had a look of realization, but then turned to anger.
“Wow for a second I thought that was real.” Then he got up and grabbed his jacket.
“Wait Jin.” You ran after him but he was almost to his car already.
“It was real.” But he didn’t hear you as he drove off.
You knocked on the door quickly hoping he would answer. The door opened and to your surprise it was Namjoon.
“He doesn’t want company.” He tried to close the door.
“Wait please I need to talk to him.” He wasn’t budging. “Please.” You said sadly.
He opened the door for you and looked at you ashamed. “Do you think you could leave us alone for a bit.” You smiled sadly.
“Only if you promise not to break his heart even more.”
“Trust me I won’t.” You smiled and Namjoon grabbed his keys and left.
You knocked on Jin’s door softly. “Namjoon I told you I’m fine.” He answered but you just knocked again. You heard a groan and movement. He opened the door and his facial expression changed as he noticed you. He didn’t expected you of all people.
“What are you doing here?” He looked at you hard.
“To apologize.” You didn’t let him answer you just wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into your lips.
He slowly pulled away and looked at you crushed. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“I wasn’t acting Jin….I didn’t know they were there.”
He gave you a look that he didn’t believe you. “I know what I did was wrong but this past week with you.” You blushed. “I realized how I felt about you.”
“Your not saying that just to save our friendship are you?”
“Nope.” You pushed him farther back and shut the door behind you. He had a smile on his face but he still looked confused.
“You really have feelings for me?” He said worryingly. You pushed him again until he fell back on his bed.
“Yes Jin…I’m sorry that it took me this long.” You climbed on to him straddling his hips.
You leaned down kissing him intensely. You felt him grab onto your hips tugging on your shirt. You sat back up to pull off your shirt.
“How long have you like me?” You said lustfully.
“A while.” He smirked.
You leaned back done kissing his neck. You could already feel him getting aroused underneath you. He got confident and flipped you both over so he was on top. You reached for your own jeans and sliding them off as he kissed your neck.
“Jin.” He mumbled against your neck to show he was listening. “Please make love to me.”
He pulled away looking at you seriously. Jin knows that you’re a virgin and asking him was a big step because even when you were with Wonwoo you held out as long as you could because you weren’t ready.
“I want you to be my first.” You whispered. He sweetly smiled at your request. That signaled you to continue so you reached for his pants buckle as he pulled off his shirt.
He then pulled down your panties kissing up your thigh all the way up your stomach until he reached your lips again. He was so fragile with your body and it gave you shivers.
He knew that your first time was a memory that would linger your mind forever and he wanted it to be special. In that moment you knew you made the right decision. You couldn’t have asked a better person to be your first. Your best friend to fake boyfriend to your real boyfriend.
You reached your hand down his boxers feeling his erect member. You felt butterflies as you gently stroke him. This was all new to you and you couldn’t help but feel excited.
He pulled off the rest of his pants as he reached into his side table grabbing a condom. You quickly removed your bra as he started to unroll the latex down his length. You felt nervous. He leaned over you again and kissed you passionately.
“This is going to hurt a little.” He blushed.
In that case you didn’t care you just wanted to feel connected with him. You felt comfortable and warm. You responded by kissing him once more.
You felt his member brush your folds before he slowly slid into you. You quietly screeched from the sting. “You want me to stop.” He sweetly asked with concern.
“No….just move slow.” You smiled. The first few thrust were slow and painful but it felt better as your body finally adjusted to his size. He continued slow until you told him to move faster.
“You sure?” You nodded. As he picked up the pace the pain turned into pleasure. The pleasure was nice. You could get used to this.
He kissed your neck roughly probably leaving marks as he rocked against your body. You wrapped your legs around his waist from under the blanket to get better angle. You moaned feeling the pleasure stir up in your stomach. This new feeling was like a drug to you and you wanted more of it.
He reached around kissing your lips softly. He interlocked his fingers with yours as you both worked against each other. You felt the tingling feeling wash over your body as it made its way down to your toes numbing them in the process. You let the feeling take control of your body as you weakly laid there under Jin.
You felt Jin slow down his pace as he quietly moaned against your lips. You felt him warm up your insides as his slow thrust came to a complete stop. You still felt like you were in a daze. You were replaying every detail in your mind as you still tried to catch your breath. Jin swiftly rolled over to your side trying to steady his breathing as well.
You couldn’t help but giggle from the feeling. “That was amazing.” You sounded cliche like some predictable Rom-Com but you couldn’t help it.
“Your welcome.” You smiled from the fact he was still trying to catch his breath.
You rolled over so you could lean into his arms. He wrapped his arms around you as you both cuddled enjoying the moment. You looked up smiling at his beautiful face. He leaned down pecking your lips cutely.
“Finally!” You heard someone shout from the other end of the apartment. Namjoon? What the fuck.
If you don’t want to request your idea, just send me a request with the prompt/s you want from the list below with the character you want and relationship/style of imagine you want with them (friendship, fluff, crush, hurt, couple etc.).
Happy requesting!! xx
“You’re the only thing left that is important to
“Please, put some pants on, you’re embarrassing
“Oh, love, I don’t think you understand the
meaning of sarcasm.”
“You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not
after what you did!”
“I think i’m going insane.”
You’re the only one for me.”
“Honestly, if you wanted sex this bad you
could’ve just told me!”
“I’ve come to the conclusion, that this house
just might be haunted.”
“What makes you say that?”
“There was this perfect moment. This perfect
moment where everything that I wanted was clearly in front of me… and i
“You broke my favourite vase!”
“I think we should get a puppy, and with this
puppy we should become the stereotypical cute couple. As well as because I want
“I promise that i’ll protect you.”
“I don’t need saving. Not now! Not ever.”
“You act as if you’re the hard done by. You’re not.”
“You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do?
Smile and forgive you?”
“I think you’re worth much more than that.”
“I’d rather die than do that.”
“Did you ever wonder what brought us together?”
“Is… that really you? I thought i’d never see
“You had one job!”
“How is it that you’re a complete flop at
everything you do?”
“You need to stop.”
“That lip biting’s getting a little out of
“If you continue to do what you’re doing, I
won’t hesitate to come over there and stop you myself.
“Isn’t he just the cutest?”
“I want a child.”
“You still awake?”
“You’re probably the hottest stranger i’ve ever
“Never thought that all this would happen
because of one tiny moment.”
“My clothes look good on you.”
“Is that my shirt?”
“Isn’t that a bit too big for you?”
“Isn’t that a bit too small for you?”
“I think you look absolutely adorable.”
“When I said you’re mine, I meant it.”
“He better only be just a friend.”
“Those short’s look really good on you.”
“Hey, they can’t hurt you anymore.”
“I… I lost the baby.”
“It’s all my fault, i’m so sorry.”
“My arms just fit perfectly.”
“I am not wearing that.”
“How did I get stuck here with you?”
“I swear, the world is against me.”
“Don’t touch me!”
“Get away from me!”
“Tell me you need me.”
“You’re not the boss of me.”
“We’re out of gas, what’s your plan?”
“You’re an ass”
“I’m on vacation, you take care of it.”
“Disney movies all day? I’m in.”
“Hurry up! Would you?!”
“Take the long way around”
“Can you shut up for five minutes,
“He’s been gone for quite a while”
“I can’t see anything.”
“I heard a noise.”
“Where’s my food?”
“I bet you feel like an artist”
“Can I be of assistance?”
“Get out of the way before I murder
“You’re breaking my heart, babe.”
“Cry me a river.”
“Build a bridge.”
“Get over it.”
“Another credit card?!”
“It’s just rain, you aren’t gonna
“Have you ever lied to me?”
“I’m stuck! Help me!”
“I swear, I’m not scared.”
“What do you think a cupholder is
“You know when your phone buzzes, it means
I’m trying to talk to you, right?”
“Turn that sh*t off!!!!”
“When’s that last time we went on a
“I thought you didn’t like cats?”
“The door’s locked.”
“I’ll just tell your mom on you.”
“I thought you were nice.”
“I had a dream about you.”
“What colour do you like better?”
“Take notes, sweetheart.”
“This is where you impress me, right?”
“Pick up lines only work when I’m
“I can’t believe you didn’t remember”
“If that makes me a child, so be it.”
“I could beat you up, you know that
“Would it kill you to help people?”
“I bet you can’t go 24 hours without
“But, I said I love you.”
“Is it just me or is cold as hell in
“I’m not weird, you’re just basic.”
“Just sleep with one eye open, that’s all
“Take off your shirt.”
“We could get struck by lightning, but you
want to kiss in the rain.”
Maybe We Can Be Friends - Uma x Harry x Gil x Reader
Requested: I was just going to ask if you could write an imagine where Uma and her crew come to Auradon and they’re greeted by this really sweet and cute girl who ends up being Queen Clarion’s daughter? So at first Uma didn’t really like her but in the end they end up being really close because the girl revealed she didn’t really like Mal either and can you throw in a little Harry? I’m sorry and thank you <3
A/N alright this is my first time doing an Imagine like this and I’m quite excited to try this! Hope you love it (: thank you for the request @meiwasesu