#stop bf marriage after engagement

[ikeuverse]

TO BELIEVE — s.jaeyun

PAIRING: ex!jake x fem!reader  GENRES: angst, smut, fluff WC: 15.4k+

WARNINGS: argument, swearing, mention of cheating, fights, brief description of a physical fight, unprotected sex (don't do it, do it safely), nipple play, cumming inside. lmk if i've forgotten anything.

SYNOPSIS: you have the mission of being godmother at your brother's wedding, but the only obstacle is sharing it with his best friend, and your ex-bf who you're sure cheated on you, jake sim.

NOTES: one of the many stories i have saved for my jake. it was supposed to be short, but i can't, i always get carried away writing it! i hope you enjoy it.

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“I don't believe it” you said, a sigh of weariness and discontent coming from your lips when your brother's voice informed you of this.

You had known that he and Josie would get married from the moment they got engaged in their last year of high school. Heeseung was completely in love with your best friend and you, being a great person, encouraged the two of them to get together. But what frustrated you wasn't the wedding itself, or the responsibility you had been given as a bridesmaid, but the fact that it would all be shared with Jake Sim, Josie's brother and, ironically, your ex-boyfriend.

It would be a blessing to have his friendship after the two of you broke up because, after all, both families would be united one way or another. But the break-up hadn't been pleasant at all and, after a year apart, any interaction between you and Jake was cause for friction. If you were in a cartoon, sparks would surely fly from the two of you every time you were in the same room.

“Come on Y/n, Jake is my best friend and Josie's brother” Heeseung sighed too, putting on a pout that almost had you convinced of the proposal “It was obvious that he would be best man with you at our wedding.”

Your brother was right and you knew it from the start. Since before you and Jake broke up. When Heeseung and Josie talked about marriage in college, saying that the two of you would be the best man because it was perfect that you were both also dating. A coincidence that life provided. Your best friend dating your brother and you dating your best friend's brother. But since things weren't that simple for you, only Josie was happy now.

“Can't you and she, I don't know, just have more than one best man?” your eyes wandered over to your brother who was trying to maintain a relaxed posture, his body slumped nonchalantly on the sofa at your parents' house. Where you and he got together every weekend for lunch or just to pass the time in your hectic lives without any contact during the week “I'd love to be a bridesmaid to Jungwon, for example.”

“He'll be one of the godparents, of course” Heeseung smiled at you, although his gaze was on the large television that was playing some program that your brother could barely pay attention to “But your mission and Jake's are much greater because, well… You'll be our witnesses.”

It was a more than important title. Witnessing their union from the beginning, seeing them sign the papers and then exchange vows, it was all so beautiful.

“That's not the problem” he sighed so loudly that it was only at that moment that Heeseung stopped staring at the television so that he could look in your direction “It's that I'm going to have to go after practically everything for you and Josie together with Jake.”

“A great opportunity for you two to talk and finally understand each other” he said without thinking, regretting it at the exact moment he felt a pillow fly at his head “Ouch! What the fuck, Y/n?”

“You're defending him again!”

“I'm just telling you to really listen to him” Heeseung protected himself from another pillow to the head, holding it in the air before you could even hit him “Jake wouldn't be able to do that. Even more so with you.”

Even more so with you. Why did your brother insist on defending Jake? As if you were dumb enough to have gone to meet him in the locker room before the friendly match and, unfortunately, found a bra in his locker that wasn't yours. You didn't even wear pink bows on the bulge, it was too cute. Only someone wore that kind of outfit, showing off to everyone who had the chance. So it was easy to associate Jake, the captain of the university soccer team, with the slutty cheerleader you grew to hate even more.

Both Heeseung and Josie were forbidden to talk about it, to defend Jake in your presence, or to make you talk to him after you decided to end it all. It could have been completely childish of you not to listen to him, to throw your bra at Jake and utter the last words you could, looking deep into those brown eyes you had once come to love.

“I hate that I loved you” Jake didn't think it would hurt more than the accusation of betrayal, even though he hadn't even had the chance to say anything. Your voice was like a deep cut, bigger than any injury he had once felt playing soccer.

After that day you saw Jake Sim as the biggest traitor in history and the person you had all the bad feelings for. Even if the words had to be a little more restrained in the presence of family or when you decided to omit all the bad things that happened, saying that the break-up was because you wanted to take a trip abroad. The trip happened, and spending almost eight months in Madrid was able to clear your head.

Being away from Jake and everything that involved him and your family – which was now his too – helped you to cope a little with the distance. But you came back so quickly with the news of your brother's wedding that the last few months since your arrival in Madrid have all ended in arguments, or you and Jake swearing at each other until you can't take it anymore.

You could say you felt physical pain just being in his presence because you knew it was inevitable that you wouldn't have a single argument. Did he feel entitled to feel resentful and hurt by something he had done? And did Jake get irritated by the way you got angry without even giving him a chance to explain properly? Jake would never do that, but your mind and your eyes told you otherwise. You didn't want to listen to him, you didn't want to live with him. Perhaps living in Madrid after your brother's wedding could be an almost real thought, although you would never be able to leave your family in the long term.

“Y/n” Heeseung called out, taking you out of your thoughts as he held your hand. The gentle, comforting touch that only your older brother could provide “I know this situation will always be bad for you and him, but—” he squeezed your hand lightly “Can you do this for me and Josie? Please?”

The pleading voice was an extremely low game that Heeseung played with you to get what he wanted, but at that moment you felt vulnerability. You felt that he really wanted you to accept because it went beyond anything between you and Jake. It wasn't on purpose that he and Josie had done this, after all, you and Jake were the brothers of the bride and groom anyway. You both had to be at that wedding one way or another.

Squeezing Heeseung's hands back, you let out a low sigh. Your eyes wandered over his face as you saw hope run through the boy's eyes. It didn't seem like he was older than you and about to get married.

“All right, I'll try” you said at last, watching Heeseung's smile widen even more.

“Thanks Y/n, you're the best sister in the world” he bent down to kiss your cheek, releasing your hands to get up from the sofa.

“I'm the only sister you've got, asshole. I have to be the best!” you protested.

Heeseung's laughter echoed down the corridor to the kitchen, where he had disappeared. Surely he was going after some dessert to share with you while jabbering on about some wedding details he hadn't stopped talking about for a second since you showed up.

Your break-up wasn't an entirely amicable affair between the two of you. Your mind and heart were convinced that Jake had cheated on you, although you had never seen him get so worked up trying to explain that it would never happen. His hands gripping his hair as he paced the room, stuttering or not finishing a sentence because you didn't want to hear it. Part of you knew that denial came because you didn't want to hear anything from him and have to go back on what you saw, but another part still kept the image of that pink bow bra inside his locker in the changing room vivid.

But for your family, the break-up had gone smoothly. You both agreed to make up some excuse, after all, you'd still have to deal with each other for the rest of your lives because now Heeseung and Josie were getting married. There was no way you could avoid Jake or he could avoid you. His closest friends knew what had happened, two of Jake's best friends besides Heeseung and Susan, your other best friend along with Josie. Even though your anger towards him still remained, you didn't want others to think the wrong thing about you and Jake. Sparing you explanations or embarrassment. Even sparing you from remembering that day.

Living in a small – and false – harmony while being close to your family or anyone else who didn't know what actually happened. That's why the two of you were together in the party store at that moment.

Being appointed best man was something Jake knew would happen, ever since Heeseung confessed that he was going to propose to Josie a month before they finished university. Jake didn't want to be selfish by seeing his best friend in love while he was on the brink of ruin because, in addition to breaking up with you, he had just learned that you were going to another country. Maybe that was a good thing after all. Having you away would help him think and even try to find some way to get you to listen to him. Jake wouldn't give up on making you listen to him, even if it took years, he would make you hear the whole truth.

Looking around with a small sigh, he returned to the present moment. Staring at some baskets that he couldn't tell the material of. Wicker, bamboo or straw? Were those ropes really woven together, one by one?

“What have you got on your list?” your voice snapped him out of his reverie and made Jake look quickly in your direction. Trying to concentrate on your serious face, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose as he looked down at his notes.

He reached for the piece of paper in the back pocket of his jeans, opening what was already all but crumpled. While you had a notebook between your fingers, he had a piece of paper.

Typical Jake Sim, he knew you'd say that out loud if you were still together. And if you were together, you'd roll your eyes playfully and walk over to him, pick up the piece of paper, and throw it away, because his notes would be in your notebook too. And that would make you lean over and kiss him on the lips ever so sweetly, mumbling something about how Jake was a bit disorganized about it and that Josie had the craziest big brother in the world.

“Jake” you called him, almost whispering.

“Sorry” he took a deep breath, trying to focus on what was happening. Rolling his eyes at the words Josie had said a few hours ago, he hastily jotted them down on the piece of paper he was holding “I have some fabrics she asked me for and about three types of flowers for the bouquet and table arrangements.”

“Really?” you walked over to him, leaning close enough to see the piece of paper. Jake held his breath for a few seconds so as not to inhale your perfume, but if he didn't breathe, he would surely die. Then you slowly let out your breath while looking at the top of your head “Do they both think we're ceremonialists?”

“Maybe so” Jake said quietly “but from what Josie said, it's because they both trust us so much that we chose this so carefully.”

They were words she would say. Trusting you and Jake to choose the small details without giving them into the hands of someone she's never seen. Even more so Josie, who had always planned her wedding down to the smallest detail since she was fifteen, back when she hadn't even dreamed of falling in love with Lee Heeseung.

“Which of these three do you think is Josie's favorite?” your eyes searched Jake's after reading the paper. At that moment, neither of you wanted to face each other with such intensity, so close together. But you didn't know that approaching him to read the list would result in being so close. Walking away abruptly at that moment would have been rude, although you had never cared whether it was like that or not with Jake.

He looked at you. Really looked. As he had done ever since he'd seen you for the first time, and it made you feel strange inside. You wanted to think that maybe it was the nervousness of being alone with him after such a long time, being assigned to tasks like being a bridesmaid.

“Dahlia?” he said.

“Was that a question?” you asked him back, raising an eyebrow when you saw the uncertainty in Jake's voice.

“Come on, she's your best friend.”

“And she's your sister.”

“So what?” Jake asked “I don't know what her favorite flower is, Y/n. I don't even know about flowers.”

A big lie, Jake understood. In parts. When the two of you started dating, he did a lot of research on the internet about flowers and their meanings, finding out about the orchid and what it represented. When he bought you your first bouquet of orchids, reciting why he had done it, that was when Jake saw you cry with joy and love for the first time since you two started dating.

And it was from that day on that you both called the orchid the flower of your relationship.

“Yes, you do” you whispered so that he wouldn't hear, you didn't want him to hear. For him to understand that you were thinking practically the same thing as him.

Having that moment of a few hours without a single argument was the result of many requests and practically an engaged couple begging you and Jake not to jump on each other for the sake of the wedding that was yet to take place. Josie knew you well enough to know your limits around Jake, just as she also knew how her brother would cope with being in your presence for so long. It had to be perfect, and it wouldn't be something from your and Jake's old relationship that would affect what she had always dreamed of.

“I'll find the decorations for the tables, can you see the flowers?” Jake just agreed with you as he continued down the aisle of baskets and trinkets for flower arrangements. Agreeing with what you were saying was something he had been practicing over the weeks as he was assigned to spend more time than necessary by your side.

Sometimes the two of you would go out with Heeseung and Josie, looking for things related to the wedding and everything that could be used for the big party. Jake saw how much Heeseung agreed with his fiancée and, with subtle comments, he managed to change her mind when she didn't agree with something. This could be the big key to why their relationship had worked so well from the start.

Where did I go wrong? Jake felt selfish for thinking so, knowing exactly where he went wrong. He didn't insist enough on a conversation, he didn't make you listen to him the way you should have and, as a result, almost a year went by with him being set up as a liar in your head. That's why he decided not to argue and just agreed when you asked or gave your opinion. He agreed with almost everything because he knew how good you were at decorating, not to mention the fact that he knew that you and Josie had talked about marriage for hours when you were still Jake's girlfriend. He remembers nights when he would play with Heeseung while the two of you watched dress fittings, giving your opinions on which one you would like to wear on the big day.

While his sister opted for more flashy things, with some stones and sparkles in the veil, you always chose the simple, strapless dress that accentuated the curves of your body and without too much lace because you didn't want something so big. This simplicity made Jake's eyes sparkle because he could clearly see you in a simple dress. Although all the beauty would turn to your face, no matter what you were wearing.

“Flowers, Jake. Focus on the flowers” he said to himself as he pushed a trolley through the aisles of the store. Memorizing the ones Josie had told him about as an option and going to where they all were.

He had to concentrate on that or he would go mad because there was no way not to have nostalgic thoughts when you were around without fighting with him. These moments were rare, but when they happened, Jake knew he wasn't the only one who thought like that.

Looking at the labels naming each flower, he wondered if it was really necessary. Whether Josie would be angry if he chose any of them instead of the three on that piece of paper because they were just flowers. A color that wasn't too flashy – the only thing Jake could think of was that his sister wanted everything in rosé and champagne tones – and the flowers could be light pink or white. If he got one of those colors, but it wasn't the one she wanted, would his sister be happy? He didn't want to risk that much, so he sighed heavily in search of a dahlia or any of the other two that were named.

Luckily, the white dahlias weren't that far away, and Jake managed to get just the right amount to show Josie and see if that was what she was going to take. Apart from taking a small bouquet, he would probably have to go back with Heeseung and pick up countless flowers just to put on the tables of so many guests he didn't even know his sister had invited.

Rolling his eyes at some of them, Jake gathered a good amount into a clumsy bouquet but organized enough to take to the cashier and pay. His eyes rolled over a few flowers until they stopped: the orchids. He didn't want his heart to race so much that he had to bite his lower lip to suppress a smile. Jake could go on for years without talking to you, but it would never leave his mind.

“You're an idiot, Jake Sim” he hated having the habit of talking to himself while he was in such an internal dilemma but taking just one orchid and hiding it under the bouquet of dahlias was necessary at that moment. He didn't know why he'd done it, but he knew he had to.

“Have you got the flowers yet?” your voice sounded a little louder than usual, at the exact moment when Jake put the flowers into the trolley and looked down the corridor in his direction. He just nodded, watching you approach with some things he couldn't even tell you what they were. Maybe not even you. But they were all named according to what the bride and groom wanted, so all was well and good.

“Do we need anything else?” Jake asked after you'd put everything in the trolley, not even bothering to check that the amount of flowers he'd picked up was correct. This made him sigh with relief, so he wouldn't have to explain why he'd picked up an orchid out of the blue.

“I think we got everything in this store” you said at last, turning away from Jake to look in your notebook and make sure you knew what you were talking about.

He wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, run to Heeseung, and tell him what was going on. Or even ask his best friend to take his place on the next outing for the wedding stuff. Because if it went on like this, Jake didn't know if he could take it any longer.

The look on Josie's face could only indicate two things: either she was very nervous, or she had done something wrong. And considering that all the women were gathered in the living room of Mrs. Sim's house for the pre-wedding lingerie tea, maybe your friend was just nervous.

Looking at her for a while, you saw her say something to Susan and, when they both agreed on something before telling you, you could certainly suspect the second thought. This made your heart race because, if something had gone wrong, it was your job as godmother to fix it.

“What happened?” you quickly asked when the two of them approached, Susan looking around before glancing at you and then at Josie.

“Josie needs to tell you something” she said, and then you saw your sister-in-law and best friend open her mouth to say something, but the sound of the doorbell interrupted her.

Some women were arriving, Josie's friends from work, other family friends that Mrs. Sim and her mother had made a point of inviting. Everything would be very welcome if it meant getting things from people before her wedding, after all, Josie wouldn't deny any gifts. She also called some friends from college, and for some reason, your mind clicked so far ahead that you only realized what was happening when you saw her walk through the door.

Your stomach did such a somersault that you almost threw up the lunch you'd eaten with Susan before getting things ready for Josie at her mother's house. You thought the last time you'd see Stacy Joseph, the owner of the pink bow bra, would be in that hallway where you threw it at her and nearly broke her nose when you went to make amends. The last contact between the two of you was with Susan standing between you and her after you punched her in the nose, watching her bleed while you told her to swallow that stupid fabric. After that, you never saw her around the college campus, near anyone you knew or, worse, near Jake.

“Y/n, I—”

“Girls!” even her voice made you nauseous, and you wanted to ask yourself over and over again why Jake had chosen Stacy Joseph to be the pivot of the break-up and the reason for the betrayal between the two of you.

You remained silent the whole time she entered the house, left the gift package in the middle of the living room, and walked in the direction the three of you were heading. As a little dejavú, Susan stood next to you, almost between the two of you when Stacy got close enough to greet Josie.

“I'm so happy you're getting married, that's so cool” she hugged Josie so tightly, that you wanted to rip her out of her best friend's arms.

“Thank you for coming” she just replied, letting go of the hug and looking straight at you.

Stacy didn't say your name or Susan's, but the cordiality meant that she just nodded at you both in mute greeting.

“Y/n” Josie called your name, but your head was spinning and you looked like you were going to throw up. Her voice lingered in the back of your mind as you broke away from your friends and ran to Mrs. Sim's kitchen.

This couldn't be happening, not to you. For almost a year you had managed to forget what her face looked like, her voice, and even her presence, focusing your anger only on Jake because he was the only one you were around all the time. Now seeing her in front of you again, being invited to your sister-in-law's pre-wedding party… No, that was too much for you.

“Look Y/n, listen to me” Josie entered the kitchen, followed by Susan who looked at the two of you and then towards the entrance to the room, fearing that Stacy might follow them and, who knows, start an unnecessary argument “I heard she was coming a few hours ago, and it was because of your brother!”

“What do you mean?” you didn't want to look at her now, you didn't want to show how much this affected you. So your gaze went to the counter where your mother had placed drinks to be served when all the women had arrived. You didn't mind opening a bottle with the highest proof, grabbing a glass, and filling it halfway before downing it. “Shit.”

“Y/n” Josie was on the other side of the counter, right in front of you. Susan was next to her, looking at you too. “She started dating Haechan a few months ago, and since Heeseung invited him because he was on the soccer team… He asked if he could invite his girlfriend and—” she took a deep breath, feeling her eyes burn at how shaken you had been. When you filled the glass for the second time, Josie quickly took it and drank, just like you had done a few seconds before, feeling the burning sensation go down your throat. “Haechan didn't say her name or anything, otherwise I would have made an excuse.”

“No” you quickly said. “It's okay, it's just—”

“Besides, Jake didn't even cheat on you, but you don't want to hear that right now” Susan took the glass from Josie's hand, looking in your direction with a raised eyebrow. You felt your whole body ache just thinking about starting that debate again, how tired and upset you were to see your best friends siding with a traitor like Jake. No one had seen what you saw in his locker, so why not believe you?

“We found you three” Mrs. Sim entered the kitchen with an unusual excitement. She smiled at the three of you and didn’t notice the strange atmosphere that was there before she arrived “Have you gone to taste our drinks yet?” she laughed when she saw the glass in Josie’s hand and the open bottle in front of you. Your mother came in right after with one of her arms linked through Jake’s. And that’s when your legs went completely weak.

“What are you doing here, honey? It’s a women-only party” Mrs. Sim said as soon as she saw her son enter the kitchen with your mother. She seemed to be babbling about something he hadn’t even heard yet.

“I came to get my wallet and car keys” Jake said, but his gaze was on you the whole time. You felt that he was, even though you had looked away so as not to look at him at that moment.

“Then you can leave, there will only be women’s talk here” your mother let go of his arm for a second, “Things about panties, drinks, bras, and stuff.”

She and your mother laughed, you saw Josie’s smile slowly appear, as she searched for your gaze.

“About bras? Then Jake can stay” you murmured, “He loves that.”

Oh, no. It had been too long since the two of you had had an argument since the wedding preparations began. You looked up at him, seeing that Jake seemed unreadable with that expression. He had definitely seen Stacy in the living room because your mother was there welcoming people, so he must have seen her. Or worse, he must have heard Haechan talking about her when he arrived for the boys' party that was happening simultaneously at your house at that moment.

“I love bras? Is that what you're saying?” Jake scoffed, the sound making your whole body shiver. Josie and Susan looked at the situation nervously, trying to predict the next moves to try to intervene since your mothers were there. It would be the first argument in front of them.

“Of course” you smiled falsely, “With pink bows and everything.”

The sound around happened naturally, people talking loudly and walking from one side to the other. In the other room, it was easy to hear the laughter of the women who were eager to start the party. Your mother and Jake's mother picked up some bottles, paying attention to the two of you who were standing there staring at each other. While Josie, surreptitiously, walked to her brother's side to try to get him out of there.

“I hate bras” Jake made a small face when his sister approached “You must know that Y/n, because I took yours off every day.”

“Holy shit” Susan almost choked on her own saliva as she held back a laugh, even though the mood wasn't conducive to it. But your face was priceless because no one expected that answer from Jake. Not even you.

“What?” your mother looked at you two, astonished, although she didn’t need to explain to anyone what happened in a relationship. Even more so for as long as it had lasted with you and Jake. You two were adults, above all, and no one would interfere in that.

“Sorry” Jake quickly said, feeling Josie’s hand on his shoulders, gently pushing him out of the kitchen. “Have a good party, girls. See you later!” he felt his cheeks burning, even though he had given you a good answer, it was still in the presence of your mother and his mother, so Jake acted on total impulse.

Of course, he was nervous and scared when he saw Stacy in the living room of his mother’s house. He knew Haechan was dating someone, but no one knew who she was until she showed up. Jake knew he had a lot to tell Heeseung as soon as he got to his house for the boys’ party, but that didn’t stop his mind from wandering to the moment the two of you had in the kitchen. If Jake thought that this marriage would be peaceful, even with the problems, now he had just felt that it wasn't.

Three days until the wedding, where Josie and Heeseung would exchange vows, celebrate, and finally become part of the same family. She was so happy to know that her wishes were coming true, especially with someone like Heeseung. Who had always taken care of her since the first moment they were together. So planning and executing every little thing of that party didn't become a tiring job because, in the end, it made up for the joy of both of them.

And that was why you tried to ignore the discomfort in your chest every time you were around Jake – more than usual – after the meeting between the two of you at his parents' house. A whole week passed after that and you tried not to be around him alone for so long, even though you had to hurry to try on the dresses that your sister-in-law had set aside for the bridesmaid.

Going to the wedding dress store had to be a task done by you and Jake, together. But after that, you wanted to avoid him as much as he was trying to avoid you too. So you left your apartment without waiting for his ride, which was happening in the last few moments of every place you two went together. You went into the store and gave the bride's name, saying that there were some spares for you to try on in the color Josie had designated for you. The saleswoman, smiling and attentive, took you to the changing room so you could try it on and see how it would look on your body.

Being covered in a chic, pink, almost silk dress made you feel beautiful and desired. You knew Josie had that kind of taste. It was easy to trust her taste in clothes, but it wouldn't be an effort to try them on just to make her happy. Maybe you would keep the first one you put on anyway, but since there were five more on the hangers, you would need to put each one on. That way you could tell her why you had chosen one over the other.

“This way, Mr. Jake” the voice of the same saleswoman called down the hallway and you quickly straightened up, adjusting the second dress on your body when you heard footsteps walking in front of your door.

You ran to it and unlocked it, on impulse, just as the saleswoman was opening the door to the dressing room across from yours.

"Y/n? Are you here yet?" Jake was startled when he looked at you, but his eyes softened enough for him to make eye contact for a few seconds. You just nodded, looking away at the saleswoman.

“So you two are Josie and Heeseung’s godparents?” she asked.

“Yes” you and Jake said at the same time, her smile widening.

“Perfect” you said slowly. “Mr. Jake, your suits are in there as requested, and Ms. Y/n, did the dresses look good?”

“I’m still trying on the second one” you opened the door a little wider to show her. It wasn’t the silk of the first dress, but the lace and rhinestone trim gave a perfect glimpse of the curves of your hips. The saleswoman had a fond smile on her face, complimenting how beautiful you looked.

“It really does look beautiful” Jake blurted out, taking you and the saleswoman out of the small conversation you had both been having. Only then did he notice that the three of you were still standing in the hallway and that you were still wearing one of the dresses.

Your voice didn’t come out as a thank you, but you walked back into the dressing room and closed the door behind you before saying anything to him. Leaning your back against the cold wood and trying to normalize your heartbeat. Why did he have to say that as if nothing was happening?

In the time that followed, you tried to focus your attention on the other dresses and how the colors Josie had chosen were flattering to your skin tone and the color of your eyes. You felt more and more beautiful in each piece that slid over your body, the reflection in the mirror pleasing you more and more, making it practically impossible to choose a single piece that you could definitely choose. Going to the last dress, then, you decided to take off the one you were wearing and slide the fabric over your body.

Another silk, this time a little thinner, but not enough to be transparent. This one could have been designed for you because Josie knew you didn't want anything so flashy. You smiled to yourself after putting on the dress, turning your back to do up the zipper that was the only lock on the piece.

“Shit,” you grumbled when you saw it get stuck right at the beginning. “No, no, no…” despair began to take over your body. You couldn’t take off that dress or pull up the zipper and risk ripping something so expensive. Your mind raced to call the saleswoman quickly. She would be the only one who could help you with that zipper and would even be a good company to give advice to others who had doubts.

So yes, that’s what you would do. Holding the front of the dress with the straps hanging loosely on your shoulders, you walked to the door and unlocked it. Only sticking your head out and looking for the saleswoman. Not a soul passed by that hallway and you started to get a little scared because the only sound was footsteps coming from downstairs, where people were walking back and forth through the store.

The only sound that took you away from your thoughts of taking off your dress and giving up on trying it on was the click of the lock on the door in front of you. Jake had messy hair, adjusting his fly and the first four buttons of his white shirt open.

“Y/n?” he called you, finishing closing the zipper and running a hand through his hair to try to fix it a little. “I heard your door opening and I thought you were leaving, but— Are you okay?” he looked at you as soon as he stopped talking.

You stayed quiet for a few seconds, admiring how handsome he looked even in that sloppy and unkempt way. You imagined how clumsy Jake was with formal and elegant clothes, especially since you were the one helping him with the tie knots since you had to learn because of Heeseung and your father.

“I think…” you sighed, not wanting to say it out loud. He almost scolded himself for knowing you so well and knowing that something was wrong, so he walked the few steps from his door to yours, stopping in front of you “I think my dress zipper got stuck.”

“Do you need help?” he asked. You nodded slowly and, without saying anything else, let him enter your dressing room and closed the door right after.

Jake could see how organized you were even with a larger amount of dresses than he had to try on pants and shirts. Everything was perfectly folded, some even already hanging on the hangers while the pants he tried on were on the floor and only the blazers were on the hanger because he couldn’t find a single one that he thought looked nice on him.

“Okay, what do I need to do?” he turned towards you, noticing the way you were holding the front of your dress for dear life.

“Can you try to pull up the zipper? Otherwise, we can call the saleswoman” you turned your back to him and Jake had to hold his breath a little. The amount of skin was too much for him to see, even though it wasn't an unfamiliar sight for him. But after so long having this kind of contact was something Jake wasn't expecting.

“Okay, okay,” he said more to himself, walking towards you when you threw all your hair to the side, leaving your back completely bare to him.

Jake’s fingers trembled uselessly when the tip of his index finger and thumb touched the zipper. Nothing more than that, because he didn’t want to cross any boundaries.

“It’s not going to happen,” he said after forcing it a little, the zipper not moving.

“Try again, please” you asked. “This dress is perfect and I think your sister chose it because maybe it suits me better than the others.”

He didn’t want to admit that yes, that dress was perfect on you. Even if you weren’t dressed properly and you still had to close the zipper to see the final result, Jake didn’t need that to compliment you or find you beautiful in any outfit. Taking another step forward, Jake thought he could dare and listen to his instincts, or he simply wouldn’t have a chance of doing that anymore. So he muted any other voice in his head and listened only to what his heart was telling him to do. With his free hand, Jake grabbed your waist under the thin fabric of your dress. He had touched your skin before under some silk that you had worn during the years of your relationship, but nothing compared to the dress you were wearing now.

You tried to hold back any sound that might come out of your mouth as his hand slowly squeezed your hip, while the other tried to pull up the zipper of your dress. Jake seemed focused on that action that bent over enough for his breath to hit the back of your neck. His eyes traveled up the length of your back and saw your skin crawl with that simple gesture.

So he still had some effect on you.

It was too much information for him to process. Jake affects your body, the closeness of the two of you, and the even heavier atmosphere between you after Stacy's arrival. It was too much for him to process. Jake could never do anything rational under pressure, so he knew it would have a drastic consequence, he wouldn't stop trying.

Turning your body and pressing it against his chest, you didn't have a chance to swear at him. There was not even time to speak a single syllable when Jake's lips quickly sought yours. It was like an act of returning home, where he already knew the way and only needed those few seconds to have his lips on yours.

If Jake was being irrational about the whole thing, you weren't going to be the only thinking person or get in the way of what was happening. Part of you wanted it, although the other part of you disagreed with having the tip of Jake's tongue poking at your lower lip. With a low moan, you gave way and that was all he needed. To tangle his tongue in yours, to taste you in his mouth again while his hands ran down your hips and gripped your body as if his life depended on it.

Maybe it did because to go a whole time like that without feeling his lips, without sliding your teeth across his bottom lip or having your hands wrapped in his hair. Your body pressed against his while you moaned low against his mouth every time the kiss intensified. Jake missed that as much as you did. And seeing how intensely you were giving yourself to him was more than an answer to what he needed.

Walking towards the nearest table, careful not to ruin his clothes on the way, Jake leaned you against the wood without interrupting the kiss in the process. He didn't want to pull his mouth away from yours and even though you both needed air, he wanted to be able to breathe the air from your mouth if at all possible. His hands, still on your waist, slid all over your back, still uncovered by the fabric that wouldn't close at all. Thanks for the stuck zipper, he thought, running his hand up your spine until he tangled the fabric of the dress between his fingers.

Jake's mouth parted from yours just then, his forehead still pressed against yours and his eyes slowly opening to search for yours. A silent request as to whether he could go on with it or whether you were sorry and wanted him to leave the room.

Your hands found his and as if to help him, you pulled the loose fabric down your body, revealing your chest as all the silk bunched around your hips. His eyes shone brightly. Jake could tell it had all been worth it just from that sight. Your hands found his hair and he slid his lips down your neck as you spread your legs, beckoning him to snuggle in.

Jake ran his hands up the sides of your body, his thumbs finding your erect nipples and putting a fair amount of pressure there, just as his lips found your earlobe.

“Jake” you moaned his name, and that sound he missed so much. How slyly you used to moan his name.

“Yeah, baby?” he whispered against your skin, his hands gripping your breast a little more firmly before he released his lips from your neck and moved down to your collarbone.

Your voice gradually died away as Jake's mouth descended your skin in slow, wet kisses, his tongue tracing a teasing path down the middle of your breast. His breathing made a point of getting heavy with every line of saliva he left against your skin, the heat building there and intensifying between your legs.

“Fuck” you moaned as his tongue flicked across your nipple, the tip circling a few times before he took it all in his mouth. Sucking and making it even more sensitive with every warm touch of his tongue and the light scrape of his teeth on it. Jake's attention took turns on each of your breasts, leaving enough of a mark for you to remember him when you got dressed for the wedding a few days later. Or when you came home to take a shower, looking at your chest and the amount of hickeys he was leaving.

You arched your back and, with some difficulty, pulled the rest of your dress down to your feet to get rid of the fabric that was now bothering you so much. The amount of clothing was unbearable for you as Jake settled further between your legs, still sucking on your nipples.

“Jake, please” you practically begged him as he looked more and more hungry with his mouth on your nipple. Circling his tongue and letting go with a low, teasing pop, raising his face to meet yours.

“Do you want it as much as I do?” he asked, his voice hoarse and low, his lips red and shiny from the amount of saliva that had been smeared across your breast.

“I want it, very much” if he kept teasing you, you'd be pathetic enough to cry out for him and ask him to fuck you right there.

Fortunately Jake understood you so well and you knew he couldn't stand teasing you for so long, even more so with the hunger and thirst he'd been teasing and kissing you with minutes ago. He didn't want to waste any time, lifting his shirt over his head without bothering to remove the buttons, the zipper of his pants came down in seconds and he quickly removed the fabric along with his underwear. Jake didn't want to wait any longer.

He went back between your legs, sliding his hands up and down your thighs. Caressing the soft skin he had felt for so long. Nostalgia washed over him with every touch, going down to your hips to grab the fabric of your panties, throwing them on the floor as quickly as he did his clothes.

“Y/n, we—” you kissed his lips, not letting him finish saying anything. You knew Jake would explain himself, say something to try and comfort you from what you'd felt for so long. But the heat of the moment demanded that he just be inside you. And that's what you did. Holding his cock and pumping slowly, you heard Jake moan against your lips, his brow furrowed as you rubbed the head of his cock against your pussy lips to gather the perfect amount of your juices.

Jake arched his hips against your hand, feeling his cock get wet with the union of your arousal and his pre-cum, without having to worry about preparing you or anything. It was also because of the rush you were both in to feel each other, but he wanted to make sure he didn't hurt you, and the way you were calmly taking it all in was driving Jake crazy.

“I don't want to hurt you” he whispered when you stopped teasing him and stopped rubbing the head of his cock all over your pussy. Jake's cock was already wet enough and you were already more than lubricated, he wasn't going to hurt you.

“You won't hurt me, I promise” you whispered with your lips close to his, without kissing him, waiting for Jake to take the next step between the two of you.

As if it were a communication just by looking, as soon as Jake leaned his forehead against yours, he understood that it had to be done. So you thrust your hips slowly, feeling your entrance suck the head of his cock. Just the tip penetrating you was enough to make you moan, pressing your lips against Jake's and bending your body over the table. He wrapped his arms around you, gripping your body between his arms, afraid that you would run away at that moment. Afraid that everything you were both experiencing would be thrown away and that maybe it was Jake's dream, where he dozed off in the fitting room opposite yours, idealizing what was happening.

But no, it was all real. He was slowly penetrating you, gripping your body between his arms and feeling your arms around his neck, as if you needed to steady yourself just by hugging him.

Reaching the bottom, with his cock completely inside you, Jake didn't let go of your embrace. He moved his hips slowly, withdrawing his cock and leaving just the tip inside you, only to return slowly and intensely until his cock was inside your pussy. The movement of your hips became constant, and the sound of the moans that the two of you shared in whispers gave the moment even more intensity. Jake was careful not to go too fast and hard because the way you squeezed his cock showed how sensitive your pussy was to receiving him back.

“You don't know…” Jake sucked a moan from your mouth, pressing his forehead to yours when a particularly intense movement hit you, making the head of his cock touch your spongy spot and your walls tighten around it. Jake could have sworn he was going to come right then and there, but he had to stop himself, he didn't want to finish yet “You don't know how much I've missed this… How much I've missed you.”

Your fingernails scratched Jake's shoulder blades, making the thrust forceful as his skin burned a little. You bit his lower lip, stopping yourself from moaning loudly so that the whole store could hear the two of you. Your legs wrapped even tighter around Jake's moving hips, giving him no room to pull away for even a second.

“I've missed you, Jake” your hips were now moving along with his, but slowly, while Jake was intensifying his thrusts, wanting you to feel every moment of his cock moving in and out of you. Withdrawing his cock slowly and putting it back in just as slowly, going hard only at the end so that the head of his cock touched your cervix or you felt every rise in your walls with his size “I've missed you so much.”

Jake could cum with the intensity of your gaze, your fucked-up expression, and how you moaned his name as you said those things. He knew that anything you did while he had his cock buried in you was a reason for him to come, and he didn't want to hold back any longer.

With a silent request, Jake kissed your lips and moved his hands down between your bodies in the small space you left between the two of you. His fingers soon found your clitoris and he circled it at the same speed as his cock moved in and out of you.

You could see stars with the double sensation, your body writhing between Jake's arms as his thrusts began to pick up speed. He was close to cumming and you weren't much different, you knew him well enough for that. You both knew each other's bodies that well.

“I need you to cum with me, please” Jake asked against your lips, his cock driving in a little harder, along with his fingers circling your clit a little faster.

Without the strength to say anything, you just agreed and continued to move your hips so that you were in sync with Jake and what he was doing. Your hands grabbed his hair, keeping Jake's mouth close enough to yours and catching his tongue between your lips. Sucking on his tongue with the same intensity as your pussy swallowed his cock was divine, Jake was losing count of how many times he came with this sensation. Being swallowed by your pussy and your mouth sucking his tongue just like you used to suck his cock.

He could hear you moaning his name in a muffled way, your lips around the tip of his tongue and your pussy swallowing more and more of him. A precise circle on your clit along with his cock moving in and out was enough to make the knot in your stomach burst. Your pussy convulsed, and your walls fluttered around his entire length, cumming all over Jake's cock. The heat of your pussy, the oozing of your cum, and the way you moaned his name over and over were too much for him to bear, and not a second later Jake's jets of hot, thick cum spurted into your pussy.

His thrusts became more and more erratic and sloppy as he still came inside your completely fucked pussy, pushing his cum that threatened to fall out of your hole by the amount he had cum in so long. You were still sensitive and the overstimulation wasn't bad, although you felt like crying at the way Jake still kept his cock in you, moving in and out until your pussy milked the last drop out of him.

Jake rested his hands on either side of your body, next to your hips on the table. With his cock still inside you and his body still between your legs. He opened his eyes slowly to find your face calm and serene, your expression a little more relaxed than before.

“Jake…” you whispered, not wanting him to pull away from you.

“Yes?” he said in the same tone, one of his hands coming up to push your hair out of your face. He shifted his gaze down your body, the sheen of the light layer of sweat forming against your skin, your hips still joined without the strength to separate. The skin of his chest covered by the marks of his mouth made him smile with satisfaction at his work.

“Can we stay like this for a few minutes?” your request made his heart race, even though it had been racing since the first second you two kissed in that fitting room.

“As long as you want” he moved a little closer, giving you a small kiss on the forehead before placing his forehead against yours. Not wanting to leave your side even after the post-orgasm sensation had passed.

The rest of the days passed like a blur, and not because you or Jake were avoiding each other after what happened. But because time got too short it seemed like more things were happening until the big day. You and he didn't seem to mind each other's presence while you had to sort things out, the tiredness of the final preparations giving way to each other's bodies while all you could think about was getting it over with.

You could breathe a sigh of relief after walking in with Jake at Josie and Heeseung's wedding, listening to the whole ceremony in silence and admiration. Smiling at the vows of the two newlyweds and holding back the tears that threatened to fall. Finally, it was over and you could proudly say that you had been a great godmother. That your brother and sister-in-law had been right to appoint you and Jake to that role.

Now, enjoying the post-wedding party was the only thing on your mind. The glass was freshly filled with booze for the fourth time, the empty hand resting on Susan's shoulder as she hugged Josie's waist, humming the song that was playing throughout the huge hall. This is what you three thought it would be like. Drunk, happy, and laughing as you remember how you met. The time you shared and how much your friendship meant to each other.

“Even though Y/n is my sister-in-law now” Josie swallowed a drunken sob, smiling as she pulled you into a hug with Susan “you two will always be my heart sisters.”

“Is that supposed to make us sentimental?” Susan asked.

“Is it working?” Josie retorted.

It might work because you all already had a fair amount of alcohol in your system, considering how long you'd been here after the ceremony. You still spent time with Heeseung, congratulating your brother and warning him to take good care of Josie. Although he was your brother, your brotherhood with her was strong enough for you to take her away from their house, which hadn't even been furnished yet. With Susan's help, the two of you would take Josie away without a second thought in case Heeseung did something to her. Even though you knew it would never happen.

After a few minutes of exchanging warm, sentimental words, laughing until your belly ached, and refilling your glasses, the three of you broke away from the hugs to go around the party in search of something different for the next few minutes before meeting up again. Josie would go after Heeseung or your mother because she wanted to talk to her new daughter-in-law. Susan would go after Sunghoon, for sure. She missed her boyfriend, who would probably be hanging around the party clutching Heeseung's tie and collecting funny nicknames for the newlywed. Your mind immediately wandered to Jake, thinking that you could go after him and just talk about what happened, maybe. But your feet were killing you enough that you didn't even consider the idea of going out, so you walked over to the nearest table to sit down.

“Can I join you?” your gaze lifted to the person in front of you, smiling when you noticed Haechan's presence.

“Sure, join me” he smiled back at you, taking off his blazer and putting it on the back of his chair before sitting down. You could tell by the lazy sound that came from his lips how exhausted he looked.

“Getting around with your brother and Sunghoon wasn't an easy task” he grumbled, his fingers lightly massaging his left temple as he looked around. Looking for one of his friends or even his girlfriend.

“Are they giving you much trouble?” you asked.

“Enough that Sunghoon and Jake made him almost undress three times” Haechan said, making you laugh.

“Hey, I didn't do anything like that!” the defense in Jake's voice took you by surprise, and both you and Haechan looked in the direction of the slowly approaching voice. At the beginning of the party, Jake looked impeccable. His hair, which he had let grow – because Josie had asked him to, wanting his brother to have an impeccable hairstyle for her wedding – had been slicked back with a little gel, and was now disheveled and messy. The first two buttons of his shirt were open and Jake's tie was completely loosened, but still around his neck. The typical scene of how relaxed he was, but not to the point of getting drunk like you were starting to.

“You'll have to fight with your sister if her husband gets naked in front of everyone” Haechan defended, having his train of thought interrupted by him making Jake laugh. The sound of laughter calmed every cell in your body.

You noticed that he was a little more relaxed, smiling at some of the things Haechan said to him while you switched off a little. Your focus was now on the heel you were trying to take off and how much your feet might scream if they could talk. Without much delay, you unbuckled your heels and took them off, leaving them in a corner under your chair.

“But seriously, this wedding is just the way you two wanted it, isn't it?” your attention returned to the two boys talking right in front of you. Jake slyly pulled out a chair to sit next to you and his gaze ran down to where you were futilely trying to massage your feet.

“In every detail” he smiled at Haechan “Heeseung tries to deny that it was all my sister's doing, but we know he wanted it that way too” seeing how much Jake knew your brother was very gratifying, to know that someone understood him as much as you did.

At some point in the conversation, you found yourself looking between the two of them as they talked about how nice it was to be friends with Heeseung. At the time in college when Haechan wanted to join the soccer team and almost didn't get accepted because he had missed the time to introduce himself to the boys. Jake had his full attention on him, listening to every word while his hands thought differently, running down your calf until they caught your ankle. Without saying a word to you and without looking in your direction, he picked up your foot and placed it on his lap. The fingers lightly squeezing the sole of your foot almost made you moan at how good it felt, how much you needed that silent massage from Jake.

“One relationship I also admire is the two of you” Haechan pointed at you and Jake. Your eyes quickly met his for a split second, Jake's fingers stopped just as Haechan smiled, and then he went back to massaging your feet.

“Why?” Jake asked for you, knowing that his concentration was on the pain that was leaving, and how his body was slightly tense from the question.

“Because even after you broke up, you two carried on as friends” Haechan sounded dreamy as he said that little bit of admiration, even if it wasn't true. That the image you and Jake passed on to your friends was false, because you and he weren't friends, you never were. The war footing you two were on was hell on earth and neither of you knew how you were surviving until the present moment “I don't know if I'd be able to be friends with Stacy if the two of us broke up.”

There was a brief pause when Haechan spotted one of his friends with two glasses in his hand. He asked for one, even though the guy wasn't a waiter, but he smiled and handed it to him, asking if you and Jake wanted one too. Denying it and thanking you both, Jake smiled at him and let Haechan take a good sip of his drink.

“How long have you and Stacy been together?” Jake asked, not knowing the origin or the reason for all this. Maybe it was to get away from the attention his friend had given to your relationship, but he just wanted to deflect it and do everything he could to keep you away from him.

“Since college” he replied, taking another sip of his drink “our relationship is a little crazy.”

Jake knew you were looking at him at that moment, he could feel the weight of your gaze almost smoking on the back of his neck while his gaze was on Haechan.

“Tell me about it, I never knew” Jake prodded.

You didn't know why he was doing it. Whether it was to torture you for talking about Stacy so freely in front of him or whether he wanted to talk to Haechan, who barely knew that you had almost broken his girlfriend's nose in college.

“Well, we started going out after a fraternity party, it wasn't anything serious at first” he shrugged, the unfinished drink in his glass now playing between his fingers and a small smile on his lips.

Haechan talked about his and Stacy's relationship carefully, as if the image she had made of herself to him was a version you had never met. But then your ears perked up a little more when he got to a particular moment in the story.

“Dude, I… Y/n, do you mind if I say that?” Haechan looked at you, noticing that the story was taking a turn that only boys could be interested in.

“Not at all” you tried to smile at him, almost grimacing at the way it had come out “I'm just focusing on my massage” you pointed downwards where Jake's hands were still occasionally squeezing your feet. He laughed and continued, looking at Jake this time.

“I went crazy when we started dating because Oliver talked about Stacy's fame and for the first few weeks I wanted to prove whether it was true or not.”

Stacy's fame in college was her cute lingerie, the famous – and hated by you – pink bow bra. It wasn't necessarily fame because she made a point of showing part of her bra with a tank top during training and it had even been proven by those who slept with her. It wouldn't be a fame if they already had proof.

“When I saw it, I made a point of… spicing up our relationship at the beginning, to prove that she wanted it and that it wasn't the same with everyone.”

“And how did you get her to prove it?” Jake asked Haechan.

“Oh, you know” he leaned back in his chair, stretching as much as he could and almost yawning, but he wasn't sleepy enough for that “I asked her to leave a bra in my closet on the day of the game.”

Jake was the first to make eye contact with you as if he'd expected that answer or any reaction to it. Your eyes sought his and, a few seconds later, you looked at Haechan.

“What day was that?” you asked “I mean… what game?”

“The last friendly we had against the University of the South” he looked nostalgic as he recalled one of the last games he'd played in a university shirt “I told her to leave it in my locker and then we'd celebrate under the shower, you know.”

You didn't know what it was like because you were disgusted to do anything in the university's men's locker room, but that didn't stop you from finding Jake and going home with him to celebrate. That's how you ended up in the locker room on that fateful day.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Haechan asked after a while. He was still talking to Jake about something you didn't even know you wanted to hear right now, your mind was racing. If Stacy had done that in Jake's locker, what story had she told Haechan to make him think he was the only one who had received a pink bow bra in his locker?

“Excuse me” you asked, taking your feet off Jake's lap so quickly that he didn't even have time to hold you or ask where you were going.

A lot of questions were running through your mind at that moment, for example, how Stacy was managing to cope with a lie that she maintained even after the encounter you two had? Even after you hit her and cursed at her even though she was dating Haechan after everything. While you maintained that Jake was the liar in all this, the big liar was there all along.

You didn't know what you were doing, but the next thing you knew, your feet were leading you in the direction where Stacy was. Near the bar and away from the many people at the party, she was chatting with Susan and Sunghoon as if she had been friends with them for years. Although you knew that your friend and her boyfriend were very polite, you didn't like the closeness she was trying to force.

“Hey, Y/n” Sunghoon was the first to see you coming, his smile showing the fangs that you heard Susan sigh almost all the time. He waved at you without a response, only to see you advance towards Stacy as soon as you got close enough.

“You slut!” your hands grabbed the fabric of her dress, almost tearing it with how hard you were squeezing.

“Let me go, you're hurting me” she whimpered, feeling your nails dig a little deeper into her skin as you gripped her dress even tighter.

“So you've been lying all this time, have you?” you pushed her away when you felt Susan's hands pulling at you, wanting to push you away from Stacy, but unable to put that much force into your actions. She was drunk enough not to be able to separate you as she normally did. Then she looked in Sunghoon's direction, searching for some kind of help.

“Lied about what?” she asked.

“Don’t play dumb!” you yelled, but your voice couldn’t be heard the way you wanted to by the people around you, only Stacy and Susan were able to hear how loud you were talking because of how close you were. “That day at the game, Jake’s locker. Tell the truth, you slut—”

Sometimes you had the slight impression that your brother arrived at the worst times, like in a suspenseful scene from your favorite series, or when you and your mother wanted to listen to the neighbors’ fights and Heeseung slammed the door right when one of them told you something very important. And like now, when you were about to live the nostalgic moment of punching Stacy right in the nose, but your brother’s hands were quick enough to grab you and pull you away from her.

“What’s going on?” he asked, standing between the two of you and facing you “Hey, sis, look at me.”

“Let me go or I’ll finish her off.”

“You’re not going anywhere” Heeseung said. His eyes searched for something behind you and when he found it, you didn’t even need to turn around to know that Sunghoon had gone after Jake and Josie.

“What’s going on here? Are you okay?” Josie asked as she looked at Heeseung and you, but when her eyes landed on Stacy, some of her sobriety returned. She knew that this could happen at the party and was already preparing for some argument between the two of you, she just didn’t know it would be practically halfway through the night.

“I… I was at the bar talking to Susan and Sunghoon when Y/n arrived and—”

“Oh, for God's sake, stop your shitty little act” you snapped, almost advancing on her if it weren’t for Heeseung’s strength still holding you in place. Your brother didn’t move an inch until Jake took his place, standing in front of you and holding you. On another occasion, you would be cursing him and not wanting Jake to touch you, but seeing him there at that moment seemed to make all the difference.

“Stacy, love, what’s going on here?” when she heard Haechan’s voice, Stacy seemed to freeze in place. She looked at him with wide eyes and rapid breathing, perhaps even more than before when the two of you almost argued.

She found herself between a rock and a hard place now, maintaining that lie was no longer hers and she knew that sooner or later it should have been said. Stacy just didn’t know why it had taken so long.

“I… I think I did something wrong and…” you couldn’t swallow her fake crying and the sobs that threatened to come out of the girl’s lips who, with the help of her boyfriend, took a step forward to tell the whole story to your friends.

Hearing all of that from the point of view of the one who had caused you the most pain only made your blood boil even more. You – and the entire campus – knew how much Stacy always bragged about getting with every guy she wanted, with only Heeseung and Sunghoon being the only ones under the radar, she wanted to be content with that. But when she found out that Jake, besides being on the soccer team, was coveted for dating the team captain's sister… Oh, she wanted him. It was impossible to get him, but she would do anything to try anything and get with Jake at least one thing. It was then that she had the brilliant idea of ​​replicating Haechan's wish.

The friendly match against the southern university was packed, with everyone on campus stopping to watch the match and cheer for the team. You and your friends weren't much different, wanting to see the boys and supporting them at all costs. Unfortunately, Stacy heard how lovingly you told Jake that you would wait for him after the game in the locker room to get his things and go home.

“Can you get my shirt from my locker? I left it open, you can wear it, it's for good luck in my game today. Then I want to take you out of here” his locker would be open, and fitting like a glove, Haechan's idea could serve Jake at that moment. Stacy would put her bra in his locker, let you think whatever you wanted and then she would go on with her life as if nothing had happened. She did that and took off the bra she was wearing to put in Haechan's locker, so she wouldn't waste time because she didn't know if you would throw the fabric away or if you would confront her. She found herself in the unfortunate decision of having the latter option two days later.

“You already got revenge on me for that day and I apologize to you.” Stacy felt her eyes burning, she was embarrassed for being caught and confronted at a wedding party she didn’t even know why she had gone to. She thought that not telling him she was Haechan’s girlfriend would be the best choice to see the faces of familiar people once again since no one had kept in touch with her besides her boyfriend.

“Did you get revenge on her? What did you do?” Jake looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, doubt in his expression, and his lips in a cute pout. If it weren’t for the current situation, you would have kissed him for sure.

“I didn’t do anything” you said softly, just so he could hear. But Stacy didn’t listen, so she kept talking.

“She hit me in the hallway of the north block a few days later” she sighed “Almost broke my nose.”

“What?” Sunghoon shouted in surprise “So our last fraternity party… The injury on your nose…”

“It wasn’t a cheerleader stunt” she continued.

A short silence fell between you all, only the music of the party and Stacy’s small sobs could be heard. You could notice how much Josie was trying to calm the situation and disperse the people so that everyone could enjoy the rest of the party.

Your gaze went up to Jake’s face and he was expressionless now. The astonishment that had taken over had given way to a neutral look, but it contained something that you couldn’t identify. Remorse? Fear? Anger?

“Jake…” you called him without knowing why you were doing that. He was still looking at you with the same expression, not even softening at the sound of your voice.

“Can we talk later?” he asked, his tone serious, but somehow trying to sound a little calm for your liking “I’ll take you home and then we can talk, okay?”

There was no way you could insist or say no, just accept it because you didn't even know why you wanted to talk to him at that moment. Everything had hit you like a blow, and just like you, Jake might need some time to cool down and talk to you at the end of the party.

Waving slowly, you watched him walk away as Haechan pulled Stacy away and the others walked through the party until it was just you and him left there. Or just you, as soon as Jake walked away and walked to the bar to get something to drink. So, you allowed yourself to release all the air you were holding, refusing to cry after reality hit your mind and heart.

You believed a lie for all that time. And there was no going back now.

Jake tried to loosen his grip on the steering wheel, but his firm grip on the leather showed how nervous he still was. Spending the rest of the party brooding over everything that had happened, in addition to seeing how shaken you were by it all, made him feel even worse. He thought he would be fine after you heard that he had never cheated on you, that you had believed a lie… But he didn't feel good. Jake seemed to feel even worse after seeing how bad you were.

That was why, when he guided you to the car to take you home after the party was over, he preferred to stay quiet and let you be quiet too. The whole drive was in complete silence, with the only sounds being the car engine and the city's movements in the early morning. Occasionally Jake would look in your direction to see if you had fallen asleep or if you were okay, checking on you or waiting for you to look at him too. The only time your eyes met his was when you pulled up to your apartment, Jake turning off the car engine as soon as he parked in the parking lot of your building.

He didn't have to ask if you wanted him to come with you, because you got out first and left the keys with him, as a silent request that he could go up with you. And Jake did just that. From the hallways of the building to the elevator, going to your floor in the most absolute silence. Maybe even more than when the two of you were inside the car.

He turned the keys when you both reached your door, letting you enter first and leading the way in the small darkness that formed inside your apartment. After locking the door, Jake took off his shoes and threw his blazer next to the hanger by the door to make himself a little more comfortable as he followed you to the kitchen still without saying a word.

“Do you want to take a shower?” Jake asked for the first time since the two of you left the party after the wedding. Your eyes followed his figure who was standing in the doorway, leaning one shoulder against the wood as he looked in your direction.

“I think…” you sighed, looking around after Jake held your gaze. Feeling a little shy from the intensity with which he was looking at you “I’ll make some coffee and…”

“I’ll make the coffee” Jake interrupted you slowly “Go upstairs and put on something more comfortable” he tried to sound a little softer with you, but there was still a hint of seriousness in his voice that you recognized. A palpable tension that he finally had the whole truth exposed, he just didn’t know how to act after all.

You wouldn't deny it, especially since your feet were almost killing you from the pain from the moment you took off your heels in the middle of the party. You definitely wanted to take off that silk from your clothes, even though they were so comfortable that you danced all night without worrying. But at that moment, your body just needed other fabrics. So you quickly went to your room, passing by Jake without looking at him because you knew that if that happened, there would be no way to go back or simply remember to change your clothes.

As soon as you got to your room, the first thing you did was slide the dress down your body and leave it lying anywhere on the floor. The air blowing against your almost naked skin was a soothing balm for everything you had witnessed in the last few hours. When you got to the bathroom, looking at your appearance in the mirror, Jake's idea of ​​taking a shower didn't seem so bad after all. Turning on the shower and letting the water run wasn't a thought you were reluctant to do, it had to be done. Getting all the dirt, sweat, and exhaustion off your body, both for the fun and for the mix of sensations and how sore and tired you felt. The pain in your feet went away as you squeezed them – not as gently as Jake did – with the help of the soap and hot water. Everything goes down the drain minutes later: dirt, tiredness, and a bit of sadness.

Quickly drying yourself, you grabbed a pair of old sweatpants that belonged to Heeseung and that you never let him take possession of. They belonged to you since the day you put them on by mistake at your parent's house when you and he still lived there since then those pants became yours and no one would say otherwise. For the top, the only comfortable thing you could wear was a sports bra. Without the clinging fabric of a t-shirt on your torso, you wanted something breathable and that would make you feel freer, this was perfect.

“Time to take off my makeup” you muttered to yourself after you had finished changing properly, looking in the mirror to find your mascara slightly smudged and the red lipstick already coming off your lips. You remembered the tireless hours you spent with Josie and Susan at the beauty salon that same day, in the early hours of the morning. Not even thinking that you would have to take it off at the end of it all, ending up with a beautiful job, even though you felt like you couldn’t keep your makeup on for so long.

Taking the cotton and the makeup remover, you moistened the cute object to wipe your face and, before doing so, looked at your reflection once more. Something in your mind made you think of everything besides the time you had taken to put on your makeup and get ready for the wedding. That had been the makeup for your brother and sister-in-law’s most important day, but it was also with that makeup that you faced the biggest event of your life. With that mascara on your eyes, you were able to witness the lies that Stacy had told you for so long. It was with that lipstick on your lips that you cursed her, and with all that makeup on you stared at people and saw Jake's gaze on you all night. Without being able to decipher, what he was feeling.

Everything, at that moment, was a shock and you only realized that you were crying and looking at your reflection when your vision blurred and you heard Jake calling you in the background. His hurried steps through the room before Jake's figure stopped right at the bathroom door.

“Is everything okay? Are you hurt?” the desperation in your tone, the look in Jake’s eyes as he turned you around, making you face him. This made you cry even more. Your mouth opened and closed to say something, but nothing came out, just silent sobs as you let the tears fall freely down your cheeks. “Hey… What happened?” he asked again.

“I just—” you sobbed again “I ruined everything.”

Jake’s hands found their way to your waist in a matter of seconds, bringing your body close to his in just enough space for him to tilt his face and be close to yours. Without saying a single word, he looked deep into your eyes, letting you shed as many tears as you thought necessary. His fingers held tightly to your skin and, with a small push, he picked you up and placed you sitting on the bathroom counter.

“Ruined what, exactly?” he asked, taking the cotton from your hand. Jake wet the makeup remover again and straightened up between your legs to take off your makeup for you. A few days ago, this position between the two of you yielded something beyond what was happening, and butterflies in your stomach hit you at the thought of it. But there he was, with the utmost sweetness and affection, carefully passing the cotton pad over the entire length of your face. Completely the opposite of what he had done to you last time.

“Us” you answered when Jake passed the cotton pad over one of your eyes, forcing you to close it so he could remove the mascara. You heard him sigh right in front of you, the air blowing against your face due to Jake’s proximity to you.

The silence that settled between you was strangely comfortable. Now and then your sobs could still be heard as you tried to normalize your breathing and stop crying. Jake was completely focused on wetting the cotton pads, removing your makeup, and making sure you were clean and comfortable enough. Once everything was over and he threw the rest of the things in the trash, he remained with his body still between your legs.

“You didn’t ruin us” he finally replied, his hands resting on your thighs instead of touching the marble of the bathroom sink. Jake’s fingers, although blocked by the sweatpants you were wearing, were a warm and comfortable touch. Something you missed and only realized the last time the two of you had a little more contact.

“Of course” your eyes burned again and your vision became blurry again. Jake’s figure in front of you was like a blur when you felt like you were going to cry again. “I spent all this time thinking that you—”

He knew what you would say, but he didn’t want to hear it out loud. It was a past completely behind him, one that Jake didn’t want to dig up and much less make you remember. So the only way for it to end was when he touched your lips with his. A soft kiss, placing his mouth on yours and slowly sliding the tip of his tongue along your lower lip. It didn't take long for your passage to be accepted, letting him guide the kiss while one of his hands came up to hold your face. He held you in his hands with such care, kissing you and making you feel every little touch.

That should have calmed you down, but it made you shed the tears that still insisted on appearing. Jake felt each one of them between the kiss you shared, each time softer and slower, the movement of your tongues in sync as he let you feel each small slide of his mouth against yours. When you both needed to compose yourself, Jake pulled his lips away from yours enough so that you could both breathe. Still keeping your mouths closed and the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

“You know what?” Jake said, still breathless and a little hoarse. You just murmured in agreement, letting him continue his train of thought “When we started dating, one of the first things Heeseung told me was that you were the most stubborn person I would ever meet in my life.”

“Really?” you opened your eyes in shock, staring at Jake who was still between your legs. His lips reddened and smiling at you.

“Really” he kissed your lips once more, his hand still on your face caressing your cheek and sliding his thumb to your lower lip “What happened in that locker room was shitty and I don’t blame you for feeling that way. I just…” he took a deep breath, his hands finding their place back on your waist. “I needed time until I made you listen to me. I would never rest until I knew I would never do that to you.”

It was your turn to pull Jake into a soft kiss, just to feel his mouth against yours again. The slow, calm slide of his mouth against yours before you pulled away.

“Do you forgive me for being so stubborn? For wasting our time?”

“I have nothing to forgive you for, baby” Jake took a few steps back, his mischievous smile making your heart race a little faster than usual. “By the way, I have something for you.”

“For me? What is it?” you asked.

“I’ll be right back” Without giving you a chance to answer, Jake ran out of the bathroom, leaving you still sitting on the sink counter. You decided to go downstairs and walk to your room, trying to think of what he could have for you. It couldn’t be coffee, because the cup he brought was resting on the nightstand on your side of the bed. Running to the bathroom while you were crying made him completely forget about the drink there, maybe it had even gone cold. You didn’t care, after all.

Jake’s footsteps were heard on the other side of the door and, before you could walk a little further and open it, he did it himself. One hand was hidden behind his back as he entered your room.

“What’s all this suspense, Jake Sim?” you raised an eyebrow at him, skeptical about all the mystery surrounding the two of you. Jake chuckled softly, walking slowly but nervously towards you until he stopped right in front of you.

“I bought this because I knew I could give it to you one day” he said softly, not quite a whisper, but his tone was still soft. Jake’s eyes were focused on every corner of your face, wanting to convey a little of everything the two of you had shared so far. Or at least try to understand a little of the emotion he felt after everything that had happened.

He pulled away until he showed you what he was holding and, as soon as you saw the only orchid he had between his fingers, you almost cried for the third time that night.

“Jake…”

“It was the flower of our relationship, I—” he held it out to you, letting you take it and smell it as you always did with every orchid he gave you over the years. The characteristic smile that showed you were truly surprised, but without a single word to express what you were feeling. While your free hand went to his face and caressed Jake's cheek, the skin against your fingers so soft “I bought it the day we went to see things for my sister. I thought I could give it to you at some point.”

“Did you think it would be soon?” you asked.

Jake took a step forward, getting close enough to be able to hug your body with his.

“I didn't think so, but I hoped it would be. I couldn't stand being away from you anymore with all these wrong and poorly explained things” he huffed, his forehead pressed against yours when Jake's head leaned forward to get even closer to your face. You allowed yourself to laugh for the first time since you had arrived home, holding the flower tightly in one hand, while the other still held Jake's face.

“So go take a shower, take off those wedding clothes, and stay with me in bed all night.”

“Just tonight?” Jake asked, pouting. Which didn't last long because you broke it with a quick kiss.

“As long as you want…”

“I think my whole life is perfect for me” he shrugged, kissing you once more before pulling away and quickly taking off his white shirt. Both because of the shower he was looking forward to taking and because of the lack of contact with you.

Jake wanted to make up for lost time and everything you two didn't experience because of the lies that surrounded you, him, and your relationship. A silent promise that, even if you were stubborn, you would never stop believing in him again.

© ikeuverse, 2024. do not copy, translate or steal my stories.

[fumiliar]

domestic life with kento nanami

✎... just fluff, mentions of starting a family, nanami lives, nanami is not a sorcerer

bf!kento whose first step of commitment was to quit being a sorcerer and go back to the mundane office life. ever since he started dating you, he knew. he just knew you were the one, and he knew he had to leave this sorcerer life behind. he instantly looked for jobs and started sorting his goodbyes, preparing everyone regarding his leave subtly. it wasn't a shock to anyone when he gave his 2 week letter of resignation, in fact, they were surprised he didn't do it sooner.

bf!kento who loathes the office life, but he knows it's the right step. he doesn't want to burden you with a worry or stress on whether he would come home safe or not, or even come home at all. after all, you were his future.

fiancé!kento who got you the perfect ring, asking your friends for opinions, stalking your pinterest boards for rings, even sees your instagram and tiktok likes!

fiancé!kento who flaunts his engagement to everyone, including everyone in jujutsu high. from itadori to utahime, everyone knew that kento was engaged to you.

fiancé!kento who secretly cleans up the scattered papers regarding your wedding plans when you are fast asleep. the once messy desk has now been organised accordingly: wedding organiser, florist, places, caterers, photographers, invitations

fiancé!kento who can't help but be obsessed on your hands, specifically your ring finger, becoming his second favourite spot to kiss. he'd kiss your hands twice as more than he used to. he'd blankly stare at your hand, giggling to himself on how he got so lucky.

husband!kento who cried when he saw you walking down the aisle. all his attention focused on you, as if you both were the only people in this world. when you were at the altar, he couldn't even pay attention to the priest, he was utterly infatuated with you, still in disbelief that by the end of the day, you were his and he was yours.

husband!kento hand's couldn't stop shaking as he read his vows and put on the ring. he prepared, he memorised the vows, spending endless nights to make sure he remembered every single word, but when he was on the altar, everything was blank, he couldn't remember a single word of his vows, fumbling to get out the printed paper in his breast pocket, in case he ever forgot your vows. him needing you to hold and steady his hands to even see the paper with his written vows. seeing a man known for his calm and collected nature unable to even focus was a sight to see.

husband!kento who stuck by your side the whole wedding reception, dealing with all the annoying relatives making sure they don't sour your mood on your big day.

husband!kento who stared at the wedding in awe. everything was exactly how you had imagined. a sense of pride filled his heart when he overhears people comment on the wedding decor.

husband!kento who's never smiled bigger and wider than on his wedding. a real hearty toothy smile was shown to the whole world, thought this was familiar to you, it was odd to everyone else. gojo remembering to tease kento once he hung out with him again.

husband!kento who's been noticeably more upbeat and optimistic ever since the wedding. people in the office were not scared of kento anymore, instead they approached him when they needed help. even jujutsu high students noticed this changed when he visited the school to meet gojo. maybe you were rubbing off on him...

husband!kento who wants a family so bad. but he knows you both aren't ready yet, you aren't financially stable enough to provide the desired life you want to live with your children.

husband!kento who brings you both travelling in the first year of your marriage. he says it's to enjoy life for just the both of you, in the absence of children.

husband!kento who got a promotion to a high level position, allowing him work from home, barely needing to go to the office anymore. the promotion was a big deal, it was the final push as now he could provide for you, your pursuits and his future family comfortably.

husband!kento who supports you quitting your job to start a small bakery, he's always wanted you to start a bakery, ever since he's tasted your pastries, he was pushing you to start a bakery.

husband!kento who juggles his office job and helping to start up your bakery. he was your biggest supporter, never forgetting to mention it to anyone who would listen.

note: i have more headcanons, but i feel like this is already long enough. maybe ill make a part 2

[two-white-butterflies]

this feeling flows both ways | m33

Description: Twitter's reaction to the relationship. Y/N and Tony Stark feud. Max has newfound fame.

part two of do i wanna know?

Pairing: max verstappen/nepo-baby!reader

starkfamilysupremacy: 'this fact is disputed' i'm sobbing 😭 - ironmanisbatman: he had to call elon up

steverogerssupremacy: i love their relationship

maxverstappen1: A little rest before the Austrian GP. #OrangeArmy

890 comments 912,128 likes

y/n_stark: the y/n effect is real - maxverstappen1: 😇💪🏽

tony: Stark Industry's New Venture '16

129 comments 294,290 likes

eattherichfoundation: sick and tired of seeing billionaires 🤮

bombasticsideeye12: The entire campaign sucks lol

oneinsertgal55: see if he actually helped the poor instead of staying a billionaire i'd actually support him but like

y/n_stark: beautiful! 🥰

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MAX VERSTAPPEN REVEALS INTERESTING DINNER WITH TONY STARK. by racecar1 interviews.

Max Verstappen: I mean honestly at first, I was a little nervous. I don't talk to superheroes everyday. It was a little adorable at first, according to my sweet girlfriend. I couldn't stop asking [Mr. Stark] about the Battle in New York and of course, his superhero co-workers. But then it sorta moved to more difficult parts, I felt like a superhero fighting a villain in that moment - but of course Tony is not a villain. He's a nice guy. Oh gosh, I've said too much.

Interviewer: Was there ever some threatening? Because a lot of people in social media joke about the billionaire being protective of his only child.

Max Verstappen: No, not at all. [laughs] that's all I'm allowed to say.

y/nfans

from "i'll bring her home at 6 sir!" to "she calls me daddy too"

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y/n_stark: THIS IS LEGIT

vivlorien6: Max Chadstappen 🥶

archiemenon: Pretty sure that he EATS the rich 🥶

y/n_stark: NO BCS WHAT IS THIS 😭 Pls don't turn my bf into one of those sigma alpha males 🙏🏻 (will delete later, ruins my feed.)

823 comments 45,692 likes

LandoNorris: Don't show me your attitude, if I show mine...you might forget yours 😏 - y/n_stark: this one is actually better -- y/n_stark: MY ACCOUNT WILL BE A MAX VERSTAPPEN MEME PAGE FOR THE NEXT 24 HRS.

y/n_stark: pov ur my dad after making his first suit

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maxverstappen1: my heart

tony: pov ur my dad after making me* - y/n_stark: bro had to put oil in his body for his parts to work

user99: SHE'S CORNY UR HONOR

y/n_stark: yes to today, yes to yesterday, and yes to tomorrow. tagged: maxverstappen1

928 comments 456,293 likes

Charles_Leclerc: Congratulations!

maxverstappen1: Mrs. Verstappen soon 🧡💙 - y/n_stark: yes to that too 💗

tony: congratulations are in order! 🥂

maxverstappen1: I'd like to hang out with you, all my life. 💗

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Y/N STARK REVEALS STUNNING ENGAGEMENT RING: TONY STARK'S REACTION.

Y/N Stark: Max is a very traditional man. He pays for everything. He's a willing provider. When it came to our engagement, he asked my dad if he was allowed to propose. I wasn't in the room when he asked.

Tony Stark: He was cute with his European accent. He didn't have to work to have my approval. He asked and I gave it.

Y/N Stark: You didn't ask him if his intentions were pure?

Tony Stark: I believe that I should be asking you, but - we had a serious talk about marriage and Max is a good guy. He'll keep her safe and feed her through the long winter.

Y/N Stark: Gosh, another game of thrones quote.

Tony Stark: Comes with the name.

[melonteee]

"A pirates life means leaving lovers at shores, because your first love is the sea! I can't see Sanji canonically with Pudding, or with anyone, because that's not the life a pirate lives! After all, his dad was 60 without a partner and a crew of his own (ie the Baratie chefs), why would Sanji be any different?"

I want to push back on this a bit not for any shipping reasons, but because we have canon examples of this not being a hard truth in the series. Aladin/Praline + Bege/Chiffon & now Lola/Gotti are examples of couples seamlessly being part of a pirate crew. Bege & Chiffon even have a kid who constantly sails with them. So I'm just confused where this idea of romance being impossible if the Strawhats want to stay together comes from. We already know they're different from other crews what with lack of offical hierarchy & how they feel comfortable to boss Luffy around so why not this particular case? Luffy even implies if any of his crew wants to get married it's no big deal to bring them aboard. This goes for ANY crewmate btw not just Sanji.

Lastly, not only did the literal king of pirates have a whole family sail with them (Oden+Toki & kids) but even he fell in love and had a partner. The only reason he gave up the pirate life was because he was dying. Sure, he could've met her after he got his death sentence, but I really don't think he still would've stopped being a pirate had he been able to keep doing it. Probably would've taken her aboard ship too. He already knew what having a family aboard would be like.

I dunno. I think it's a bit silly to think you cannot be a proper pirate AND have a partner sail with you. I mean if you can take a baby from a chest and raise it on your ship I don't see why you can't have your gf/bf travel with you if you both choose to do so. Isn't the freedom to live how you want the core of the pirate way?

I just feel this sentiment is just a preemptive way to hate on any possible ships for our strawhats just because it might not be the one we want? Like a way to go ha! see it's ~bad writing~ IF the hypothetical becomes reality. I feel Oda has left enough hints through worldbuilding that romance is not 100% off the cards for our mains.

I'm not trying to start an argument, but I do think people might want to try deconstructing the whole "No Romance in One Piece" mentality that was built upon misinterpreted quotes by Oda very long ago & perpetuated by sexist male fans because we're nearing the end lol and if it happens fans will unfairly rage about it all over the internet like with so many other series when they don't agree with endgame couples. People can still engage in ship content even if said ship isn't canon after all. Canon isn't a binding contract.

*sorry if this comes off condescending I promise it's not meant to be!

It's just mainly because, again, Sanji's own mentor didn't have a partner, and while Sanji LOVES women and everything it feels...strange?? For him to like, end up with anyone, when he says he's a man for ALL ladies! I'm not saying it's impossible, as you've pointed out, but I just cannot see the Strawhats getting partners by the end of One Piece, at most I can see it being heavily implied but that's it.

There is romance in One Piece, of course, but it always has a point to it, and the greatest romance within One Piece is the world of adventure and fantasy itself. I personally would be very disappointed if there were end game pairings that were solid and set, because not once have I thought any of these characters want to settle down and marry anyone. It's cute to have crushes here and there, but I have just have never seen any indication of marriage being in the books once for them.

Big Mum's children were very specific cause that arc overall was about marriage and family, and while Pudding did fall for Sanji, he still rejected her and her marriage. Yes Luffy said it wouldn't be a problem, but in the end, Sanji still didn't want to. Sanji only accepted the marriage when making the promise that the Strawhats would be safe, so I'm unsure why it would suddenly flip in the future and he'd have his sights set on marrying someone lmao

Oden and Toki were also different because the purpose for their marriage was to continue on Oden's lineage. Yes, they fell in love, but Momo and Hiyori ultimately existed for Wano's plot.

I think I also just really fucking hate endgame pairings LMAO like if One Piece ends with Strawhat endgame pairings instead of open interpretation I will just pass away because I really don't want this series to box itself and its characters in by doing such a thing.

[summercreolefanfictioner]

pov: you're a vampire girl who's unrequitedly in love with shuu sakamaki

"I always watched over you from afar because you seemed like my love. I thought you felt the same way, although you were looking somewhere else."

A/N: As part of celebrating Shu's birthday, I decided to finally post this headcanon that I've been having. Btw thanks to @crookedherringcolorclodthe2nd and @whitechocolatemochaasblog for encouraging me to continue this headcanon 'cause this one really sounds like a Wattpad novel lol

you were from a prestigious and reputable vampire noble family and as such, you were always expected to behave a certain way

like you're supposed to sit like this, you should never open your mouth so wide when you're laughing, you should never curse

you know... that sexism sht

it was until when you turned 13 that your parents introduced you to the Sakamaki bros

ofc you were kinda scared of them bcos they're Karlheinz's sons and one wrong move your head will be sent rolling on the ground

but apparently it all turned out well cause all of them treat you as their "onee-san" (esp the triplets and Subaru)

but you are mostly close to Shuu, like you two are practically bestfriends

though you end up having this crush on him bcos he looks exactly like your ideal prince charming from all those fairytale books you've been reading, plus he praises your singing skills

what's more, you could relate to each other bcos both your parents pressure you into becoming their perfect children

one day, Shuu told you that his mom opened the topic of him being in an arranged marriage, w/c kinda made you sad a bit

but then he said "You know, I wouldn't mind if you were my bride. After all, we already know each other. Plus, you're my bestfriend."

hmm you don't know if it's romantic or not

so your friendship continued... well, until they were sent to the human world to learn a thing or two abt mortals

but you two would still send letters to each other sometimes

and after many years, your parents told you they accepted Karlheinz's proposal of engagement between you and Shuu

ofc you were happy bcos you had a crush on him for a long time and you knew that he is willing to undergo this kind of situation as long as the bride was you

so you were sent to the Sakamaki manor to cohabitate with him and learn a thing or two abt his new life, and ofc you also go to school with them

ofc you knew abt Shuu's trauma and past experience, plus the pressure Beatrix had put on him, basically you thought you were the closest person to him

in fact you're the only one who still calls him Ririe

until you saw another side of him, like he makes perverted jokes, he worked as a cashier, he pretends to be asleep so he could prank Yui that he died (y do u do this)

and most of all, it was a shock to you that Shuu was in love with someone else

and with a mortal from the school nonetheless

this made you question yourself like why he's in love with a lowly mortal and not you, but at the same time, you can't blame him bcos the girl was a pretty ball of sunshine and you wanted him to be happy

so you distanced yourself from him, even moved out of the manor and rented an apartment unit near the school so you can stop yourself from falling deeper

and for some reason, things got a bit weird bcos Shuu suddenly showed up in his classes and even managed to get high grades (Reiji doesn't know if he will be relieved by this or not)

and whenever there are partner projects, you push him to choose that mortal girl, but he always picks you bcos you're his friend, he knows you better than anyone etc

you just wish he would stop being so kind so you can mend your broken heart easily

then a dance party at school was announced, something like going in pairs

during PE, you heard that this mortal girl was single, prob broke up with a cheating bf and decided to ask Shuu

and then a few days after that, you heard other girls from class say Shuu already has a date to the party

so you're dreaded going to said party like you can't pretend you don't like him and you're happy for them

the triplets were aware of your distress so Ayato said "If you don't come to the party, then it's like you're letting him get to you."

Laito "If you don't have a date, then we can be your bodyguards, you know? Plus, we have Subaru who will shoo away your pesky suitors."

so the party came and yes, you were guarded by Subaru and the triplets

Shuu was constantly asking you for a dance (woooow this is new) but you were like "Laito wanted me to dance with him" "I'm gonna go eat first." "I don't like the song. Maybe the next one."

like you're constantly pushing Shuu to that mortal girl

you even grabbed poor Kanato who was abt to eat his cake to the dance floor

thank heavens you didn't get murdered

"Why are you dragging me to your unprogressive love life issues?" "Sorry, Kanato-kun. But please, I don't want Ririe to keep pestering me. I want to move on, you know."

Kanato just sighed and when he twirled you around, he suddenly pushed you

ofc you felt someone catch you and judging by the way this person sighed, you knew it was him

oh no

so you and Shuu danced and you were like "Why are you sticking with me? You should ask that girl out. You said you like her, remember? Plus, she's your date, right?"

"She's not my date."

"Eh? So you didn't ask her?"

but before you could ask further, the mortal girl approached you two, telling Shuu how he lied that he doesn't have a date for the party when he's clearly dancing with you

it was a misunderstanding

he was supposed to ask her, not you

so you run off to the hallways to save face, with him following behind you

istg Reiji and the others watched the two of you like a movie scene ("Good grief, these two.")

when Shuu managed to catch up after you, he asked why you left like that and you kept making excuses like you had an emergency situation or you remembered leaving something in your apartment

"Y/N, just stop it. We need to talk."

"We have nothing to talk about, Ririe."

"Yes, we do. You keep avoiding me. What's wrong with you? You used to tell me everything."

and out of frustration and pent-up feelings, you kissed him... then it turned into a full-blown makeout session

but afterward you let him go, your face red and tears flowing from your eyes as you said

"I hope that explains everything that I wanted to say."

and he never saw you after that

you moved out of your apartment, you stopped going to school

he even contacted your parents but they said they don't know where you went

however, you informed them that you were still somewhere in Japan

and yes, you are still willing to go with the engagement (ofc you would bcos you don't want to face Karlheinz's wrath)

Shuu spent his days longing abt you, and it took him weeks before admitting that you were really special to him, even more than that mortal girl

but he wasn't in love with you... at least not yet

after 3 months, the boys were sent out by Karlheinz on a forced vacation in Hokkaido, something about bonding in a hotel with onsen and all that stuff

Subaru locked himself up in his coffin while Reiji proceeded to arrange all the things they've brought to the hotel

the triplets decided to go to an izakaya bar to have fun

and yes Shuu tagged along bcos he didn't want to be alone reminiscing thoughts abt his last moment with you

so when they came into the bar, the triplets suddenly stopped walking, making Shuu bump into Ayato

"Oi Ayato, move it-"

and then he heard that familiar singing voice and when he looked up he saw you on stage singing Tomorrow Never Dies by Sheryl Crow

as you sang the chorus, your gaze met with his and it brought back all the memories you two had from the beginning until you ended it with a kiss

no worries because you managed to choke out the few last lines while staring directly at him

"I see it in your eyes, tomorrow never dies."

[megumiifushiiguro]

i can kinda see her getting married at 22 but i feel like bc her role model is lorelai who was very hardworking and self sufficient and always taught rory to do the same, rory wanted to focus on her career and herself. like she's always been taught not to rely on guys and she wasn't ready for marriage and everything that comes with that. i personally wish she'd said yes bc i think she would've been a lot happier rather than having an affair with him later (why is she always the other woman lol). plus her reaction to dean getting married at 18 was like no thats too soon focus on your education and your own life (18 is different to 22 but still). also i want to hear your controversial opinions on the yale dropping out thing!!! but yeah i think they were good together like they just matched and made each other better.

oh yeah i agree with all that but i still think she could have had been engaged to him yk? like she didn't have to give it all away :( + i also think this marriage could would have been good for her!! and not only for her but both of them!!

oh my "controversial opinions" are:

i think rory dropping out of yale was totally normal? like it's OK to take a break u don't have to keep working 24/7 to be a productive human being also she was going through some shit at that time which i feel like people totally ignore??

lorelai could have handled things better!! i really hated how immature lorelai was being...she could have communicated with rory and just yk just tried to understand the situation from rory's pov instead of just cutting her out off her life completely

in fact EVERYONE could have handled things better!! they literally were trying to pressurize rory into going back to yale when she wasn't in the emotional state to do so

i think logan was the only one who handled things nicely he gave rory space respected her decision and was there when she needed him

and lastly i hate hate hate HATE how people think jess saved rory??? like—all he did was randomly appear in her life after years to yell at her?? like that too for having fun and having a bf?? like he brings logan into a convo and attacks him and when rory defends logan he is like "screw him this isn't abt him" but like he was the one who brought logan up in the first place?? also HATE how said that "this isn't you" like...it is her jess it is her like have u considered the possibility that u don't know her all that well? also how he yells at her for dropping out of yale?? like stop jess u don't know what she's going through so STOP

and once again JESS DIDN'T SAVE RORY!!! EVEN IF JESS DIDN'T YELL AT HER SHE WOULD HAVE WENT BACK TO YALE EVENTUALLY

[bigjaws]

so my bf’s mom is like romantically/emotionally stunted and she’s “engaged” to a married man with three kids whose wife doesn’t know.

he was deported to his country and doesn’t have permission to come to the usa which is actually good because he’s a literal evil person, a liar, cheater and scammer schemer extraordinaire. he is also an abuser and has evil beliefs and the power to commit violence upon others in his country (he’s a policeman and has told us horrible things with glee) even tho he obviously doesn’t have any interest in her and only wants her to open up credit cards and suck money and gifts out of her she swallows his obvious lies.

she is in love because in her own words, she hasn’t had sex in many years and has natural needs. she is also has fantastical and unrealistic ideas about love, relationships and marriage that led her to accept a proposal and plastic ring three days after meeting him.

literally everyone in her life has told her this is a bad idea and not even the actual factual truth of him literally being legally married and living and fucking his poor wife won’t stop her from meeting him in other countries, decorating her home according to his style, and paying for his expenses or even marrying him which is crazy because bigamy is illegal but i guess all common sense gets thrown out the window.

the fact that she is still in this “relationship” is damaging my own relationship with her and literally makes me angry to the point of wanting to throw myself in a river.

i cannot handle the fact this woman who i have to share an important person with, who i have to make plans with and have conversations and welcome into my home is knowingly planning a life together with a married man who, by her own admission, is still romantically and sexually involved with his wife who knows no better in an extremely patriarchal society where she has all to lose, and i still have to respect her!

her own son, my boyfriend of six years, is suffering this to the point where after their names are mentioned he checks out of conversations. its very hard for me to act respectful and manage myself nicely around her nasty plans with him, and to keep quiet or act like nothing is wrong when i truly feel nauseous!

at the beginning of this i tried to see her as a victim of this man, but then i realized that she has all the information and conscience to make the correct decision, including the advice of friends and family who have pleaded with her to leave him, but doesn’t based on putting her own “happiness” (if happiness is having a long distance boyfriend who only calls you when his wife is not around to ask for money) over everyone else’s!

and then i am slapped in the face with comments about the fact she is a christian and morally correct person and i am not because i don’t attend church or that i don’t have as much value based on the money i make or how much i help compared to her! but no, i have to be greatly grateful to her because she helps my household with some grocery items (in which her son lives and does not pay rent) or random knickknacks she brings unannounced and it makes me so angry all over again to the point i want to tell her:

lady (if you can even be called that) you are breaking up a marriage and a family knowingly in exchange of pleasure, you have no heart nor brains and you have no space to judge my morality or weight my importance in any context in this universe, i hope you feel as ostracized by your family and society as you will be in the hell your holy book says you will for your nauseating actions!

[ruminate88]

How Emotional Abuse affects your mind In Your Next Relationship:

I was ghosted by a guy named Cody who told me he was “bisexual” but I noticed he hung out with men way more than women. After he ghosted me, I sorta stalked his Facebook for a week and noticed there were all these men tagging him in stuff, having their status as “in a relationship with him” and yeah, I felt pretty stupid for thinking cody could want me (a woman) 😓 I felt really bad like I should’ve been a man, maybe then Cody wouldn’t have ghosted me. 💀💀💀

Next, I’m with Andrew for over a year BUT I’ve been traumatized by cody ghosting me SO I fear and doubt my whole relationship with Andrew that he’s gonna hurt me and that I’m not gonna be “pretty enough” or “good enough” for him. The love bomb phase, actually didn’t truly happen till we had been flirting a summer and then dating a couple months. Up until that phase, it had been bread crumbs and intermittent reinforcement!! I was JUST starting to get comfortable enough at that point during the love bombing to think maybe he really DID find me attractive and as somebody he could want to truly be with because suddenly he opened up and started to let me close to him… Of course that didn’t last. Problem is, when Andrew pulled back, I didn’t!! I grappled so hard onto him! I didn’t want the “love bombing Andrew” to go away. I began to question and confront his behavior over and over. Eventually I found proof he was cheating and then when I broke up with him, he was a robot!!! No emotions ☠️

After I’m away from Andrew, I STILL want to find the “love of my life” but I’m so scared!! I matched with my husband on the app “Ok Cupid!” But it took me 4 months to trust my new man enough to be in a “relationship” but then Andrew came back… and well, I wanted Andrew soo bad to be my bf again but I knew he was just a flying monkey who only wanted to attack me. He didn’t come back to “love me again”. Andrew never loved me 😓😭❤️‍🩹

WELL, I blocked Andrew’s number but continued to talk to my new man another 3 months before I would even meet him in person or tell my family about it. I kept expressing to my new man that I had fears from Andrew and Cody. My new man is only patient for those 3 months and then he demands I either meet him and date him for real or stop wasting his time 🥺😭😭😭😭 I didn’t wanna hurt my new man or miss out on any opportunities but I wasn’t sure what I wanted or if I was doing the right thing. I prayed so hard about what to do!!

I meet my man in person and on one of our first dates, we walked around a mall and ended up at sears, sitting on a couch in the furniture section with our feet up and we talked for hours about life and what we wanted out of life… I NEVER got that with Cody or Andrew!! I felt safe with my new man and in less than 3 months later, we were engaged 😳😳😳😳 We only talked about marriage every single day that we dated in person. I wasn’t surprised when he proposed I KNEW it was going to happen. Suddenly I’m caught up in planning the wedding and in the make out phase with my fiancé… It was all so exciting and made me feel soooo special after all I went through.

Now after we’re married, it’s hard work. The “make out” phase ended, we had sex every day for a month or so and you eventually wear that out too!! My husband got comfortable with me so he started playing video games again and I started going out with my mom. During this time, I realize how many women also play video games AND now they’re playing with my husband online. I WAS TRIGGERED and didn’t know it… I got SO DEFENSIVE AND UPSET!! I overreacted to it and told my husband how much that hurt me. (He knew I’ve been lied on and cheated) But he was just playing video games and it was right in front of me. He wasn’t even trying to hide it all but I just struggled to trust him and immediately I worried am I gonna get my heart broken again…. 😝

That wasn’t even the first time I overreacted or cried at the drop of a hat for no reason!! It didn’t take long, I felt so disconnected from my spouse and like a wall is between us and I KNOW now it’s a wall I built. At some point, my husband and I have a talk where he says “I pulled away from him and he doesn’t know why 😳🥺What??!! Me??!!! I didn’t think I was doing that… He also asked me am I talking to other guys and cheating on him. 😭 I truly felt soooo disconnected from him and struggled to understand any of it. I wasn’t excited anymore. I was scared and… MY BIGGEST FEAR???? (My husband sits on his video games all night with guys laughing and giving them all his attention) Is…my….husband….even….straight???? I mean, Cody ghosted me for men. Why wouldn’t my husband? (Comparing relationships)

Why would I make such accusations????? FEAR!!!! Trauma from the emotional abuse… I could not stop thinking of.Andrew the WHOLE time since I got married and it was really bad at first. I felt like a cheater, I beat myself up AND I questioned “was I still madly in love with Andrew???” 😢 Not until I learned about emotional abuse, did I understand myself and my marriage. Wow!! I would obsessively Google “why am I so obsessed with my ex??” AND “am I a bad wife???” 😒😔 I never knew I needed healing and closure from both Cody and Andrew!!!

Now that I’m aware, I’m trying so hard to work on myself and be a better wife… I feel guilty making this blog and this account. I don’t like hiding things from my husband but I also don’t feel comfortable to talk to him about it all. My fear is that he’ll say I still want Andrew and say I’m cheating. 😭😭😭😭😭

It’s crazy healing from trauma bonding when you’re legit in a whole marriage and my husband is super sensitive!! If he knew what was really going on and could truly understand, I believe he would be so upset and probably want space from me because he would feel responsible to heal me and can’t.

This healing journey is about shedding old wounds, habits and transforming myself but I do fail often. I failed today 😭😭😭 but I’m sorry!!!

[cythoughtsnmemories]

So glad bf acc me to go shopping before I meet my sis for dinner. Treat me unagi rice bowl at Wheelock but we both find it meh. I think bf brought me to d place at Clark Quay is so much better. We went for a glass painting event by my sis FC. I decided to draw Santorini, and I'm so proud of my result!

Meet up w SSC for lunch at a Mexican restaurant, super loco. I shared my issue w them for their opinion. They encourage me to just get paperwork done n hold d banquet 3 yrs later. I got worried if *choy choy* anything bad happened to our marriage due to marrying before 3 years then I'll regret and confirmed kena nag rest of my life. So I told babe abt it.

Met babe in d evening. So excited that he bringing me for the intertidal activity, which I mentioned before I'm interested. I would say we are quite lucky to see many intertidal wildlife.

Period decide to come at wrong timing. Luckily I brought my pads. The hotel room was at lvl 2, boring. It was quite late after our supper and I saw a glass of red wine in d room. Omg, bf still rmb that I said I want to try drinking 11% n above alcohol until I toh hahahaha

After shower, we watch Netflix movie while I target myself to drink as much within an hr. After 3rd glass, I could feel d room spinning a bit. Stopped at 5th glass. Puke after awhile...think 2 glasses of wine wasted lol

I KO after puking and I tot I'll wake up late, nope, i woke up ard 5+ after peeing...feeling hungry too~ that's 4hrs of sleep only.

I scroll my phone till 7+ and wash up. HAHAHAHA~ I saw the balloons at the windows. I asked bf when he got it. So it's been there since ytd, but I not tempted to open d curtains ytd when bf hinting me to look at d view. Poor bf, got to open to show me. Felt so wasted cos I only see that few hours. So that a picture to rmb!

Tried a vegetarian oyster omelette for lunch before we went for a bridal shop for consultation. Everything was okay until we decided not to sign any package that day. When I ask for contact person if I would like to engage them, d sales staff just rejected me n say 90% of customer won't return w/o discount price. How rude!

Morning also kena say as siao when I gave $50 note, and just nice d lady infront also gave a $50, so no more small change. Why? Bday purposely took leave, still kena nag.

Bf sent me home after a long day. I was craving sashimi and mum accompany me to have sushi for dinner.

Oh there was a cake and a tart box delivery from Grace and sup. Wee~ so sweet of them!

[vkdiariesblog]

In 30 days, will mark the day I first became a mother 10 years ago.

I remember being so scared. I was not sure if I was gonna suck at it. It was such an important job. I was responsible for not messing up someone's life.

Well he was born a premie. 7 months... a little over 3 lbs... But he was mine. My emotions were all of over the place and I was going through all of this on my own. His dad had to go back to work. I don't even know if he asked for time off. But I wanted him... no I needed him there.

I remember the nurses would complain that I wasn't spending enough time with him and I just felt so detached... so lost.

I would go outside of the hospital and sit on the benches... staring at the floor... lost in my thoughts... I was a horrible mother. Why was it so difficult for me to do this? I just didn't want to do it alone.

Weeks after, the hospital decided to send him home. He wasn't even 6 lbs yet.

I remembered when we got home, I attempted to change his diaper. I was shaking. Looked so clueless. I remember his dad (my bf at the time) just cursing me about being a bad mother. Being annoyed at how I was acting.

When I realised he was not helping at all with the child care, my mother decided for me to go back to their home.

I saw no problem because I needed the help. I knew something was wrong with me but I couldn't understand or explain because I was scared I would be condemned.

I started to get into a routine. Started talking to JT (my son). I told him everything. About my hopes, my dreams, my fears. What I wanted to accomplish. Everything. His smile always melted my heart.

Then a day came and my mother started saying that I needed to move back in and not leave the house until I was married. I couldn't do this and that. I started to feel suffocated all over again. I felt like I did not have any control over my life anymore.

I then asked JT's dad how he felt about us getting married. I knew I couldn't afford a wedding and decided to consider a court marriage. My bf didn't declined cause we were already engaged. We wanted a future together so starting now rather than later wasn't a major issue for us.

Plans were made and I knew my mother wasn't happy about it. Little did I know... this day was gonna change my life completely.

I fell asleep around 8pm that night and when I woke up around 10pm, I saw the lifeless body of my son. I was in complete shock. I didn't understand what was going on. I held him in my hands and ran to my mother. Who then screamed, What did you do?!!

I stood there in shock cause I really didnt know what happened.

We took JT to the hospital where they later pronounced him dead. My mother bawled as if it was her child. Every around thought he was hers.

I stood there and I had no emotions. I didn't know how to react. He was gone. And I felt so dead inside. I felt myself die that night.

Everything died with him.

When everyone was gone and I was alone... I found a corner in the room and I broke down into tears... I wanted to die... I didn't want to breathe anymore... I didn't want to live... I had no purpose... He left this world without me...

I kept all my emotions to myself. No one can say they saw me break down. Saw anything raw from me. I didn't want to be weak. I didn't want to be vulnerable. I didn't want to be condemned.

The hardest part was listening to people say that I killed him. A part of me felt like my husband thought the same. The comments he would make would indicate this.

I started pushing people away even my husband. Stopped talking to all of my friends. I was alone. I wanted to be alone. I needed to be alone.

This was when I realised the day my marriage started was the same day it ended...

[trans-zhongli]

imma drop my genshin HCs and no one can stop me here it goes:

aether (traveler):

- trans guy, identical twins with lumine b4 hormones, pan

- appears 18 yrs old

- i ship him with everyone (playersexual) but he and xiao are bfs :)

lumine (abyss twin):

- cis, pan

- exes with dainsleif (as the MC i ship her with ayaka)

- appears 18 yrs old, the older twin

childe:

- bi, cis

- has freckles

- engaged to zhongli

XINYAN & CHILDE FRIENDSHIP RIGHTS

- 21 yrs old

- area man loses virginity to geo dragon god

zhongli:

- pan, genderfluid

- was married to guizhong (he didn't actually know what marriage was at the time he just knew it was a mortal thing with love and shit and guizhong was very happy that he was participating in mortal culture), now engaged to childe

- appears 27

- exuvia is his true form, he can have half dragon features bcuz im a slut for dragons & zhongli with a dragon tail is fucking adorable. in any form, those white diamond-shaped pupils he has are slit pupils like a lizard

- god he and childe are so fucking horny 24/7 and their oblivious sexually-charged slow burn killed the brain cells of 90% of liyue harbor

skirk (yeah i have skirk headcanons):

- appears 19. if she were a playable character she would use the medium female model

- not decided on sexuality/gender bcuz she hasn't actually been in the game yet but i wanna say ace nb lesbian

- originally from khaenri'ah, avoided curse by being in the abyss, she does not give a shit about the abyss order and wants nothing to do with them

- i don't ship her with anyone, but childe was her only "friend" in the abyss and she regrets ever letting him leave

kaeya:

- nb he/they, pan

- dating albedo :)

- 23 yrs old

yanfei:

- appears 20 yrs old

- trans lesbian

- married hu tao after they dated for only 3 weeks. neither of them regrets it. she made hu tao sign a prenup

- madam ping is basically her grandmother. i know that's canon, but still

- she talks too much and a lot of people think she's annoying. has a mischievous side

xiao:

- has never concerned himself with sexuality or gender labels. he is what he is

- dating aether but it was a very long slow burn

- will actually eat anything cooked by aether

- appears 20 yrs old

ei:

- thinks it's funny to pretend to be the raiden shogun sometimes, but everyone sees right through it

- appears 28 yrs old

- she and miko have been girlfriends for a very very very long time

- cis lesbian

miko:

- cis lesbian

- hopelessly tenderly in love with ei, which she masks behind 50 layers of irony

- appears 29 yrs old

- she jokes about scaramouche being her step-son. gets along really well with venti.

diluc:

- cis, gay

- there's no label for what he and venti have but it's definitely romantic. he's hopelessly in love and hates it. he never actually makes venti pay his tab and pretends he doesn't notice venti stealing from the dawn winery. LOW-KEY his sugar daddy but neither of them realize that's what's going on

- 25 yrs old

venti:

- appears 18 yrs old

- nb gay, he/him

- kind of oblivious to his own relationship with diluc but it doesn't stop him from being a flirty bastard to him

- besties with kaeya, was once besties with guizhong, he and zhongli are "friends" but it's the kind of friendship where venti is constantly on the verge of having a mountain thrown at him (but zhongli secretly appreciates his company, when he isn't doing things that deserve a mountain punishment)

hu tao:

- cis lesbian

- married to yanfei, spent 2 months before they met running away from her every time yanfei tried to approach because she was intimidated by how gorgeous yanfei is. the Liyue Besties had to literally tie her to a chair to get her to meet yanfei and stop pining

- figures out zhongli is an adeptus IMMEDIATELY. hired him because she thought he was hilarious, the fact that he's good at his job is a coincidence

- 19 yrs old

[milks-writings]

oh ok ok i got it! hope you have a great day too. may i request a scenario with bokuto koutarou x GN!reader nah maybe it’s kinda personal for me so i will be happy to read some angst (with happy ending ofc because it have to be somewhere)) about s/o having abusive bf in past so they apologize a lot and flopping if someone moving sharply you know. so bokuto is trying to be near his s/o as much as he can, moving gently and saying that he will protect them. thank you in advance

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☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Kōtarō Bokuto x GN!Reader

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕥: It's a request :)

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: angst, but a happy ending!

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: swearing, mention of abuse 

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☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕒/𝕟: Thank you so much for requesting this! It took me a while to write it because I didn’t want to fuck anything up. I hope you are fine now, and you can live again with less fear etc. (if that makes sense omg). I can’t write it very specifically, but I hope you enjoy this scenario!

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

☆*.:｡.✿ Scenario:

Step by step

Bokuto Kotaro, your boyfriend, but at the same time, your safer.

He saved you, from everything you could think of, just not yet from this one thing.

No matter how often you reassured him, no matter how often you told him you were fine, at the end of the day, you both knew, you lied. You never had been okay, you never had been completely happy, even with him on your side. Don’t get it wrong, you loved him, and he made you happy, but there was something that was pulling down everything.

You can compare it to a balance scale. On the one side, you had your lovely boyfriend, who was maybe too good for you, and on the other side, you had your abusive past, which was way heavier than your relationship right now. It was pulling you down, always and it never seemed to stop. No matter how much you tried to forget him, it was almost impossible. Every sharp or quick movement made you scared. Scared that a hand would land on you, that you would feel the same pain you felt a year ago, that you would cry out for help, but no one would come.

You were alone, you were alone with your abusive ex. Even though you knew it was all in the past, even though you knew that you should’ve already finished this chapter, you still thought about it way more often than you should.

Bokuto never knew about this, he never found out about you having a terrible past, he never knew where you had been before he met you.

Until this one day.

It was almost like fate wanted it, he runs up to you, suddenly raising his hand, and expected for you to high five him after he won another match, but instead of seeing you smiling, you flinched, and hid your face in your hands.

You cried, the next moment you could remember, you had been crying, quietly. For a second, you saw him again. Your abusive ex, the one who ruined your life,  the one who only broke up with you because he found a better doll. Maybe he was scared that you would go to the police, maybe he was scared that you would screw his career up, maybe he was also just being honest.

There had been indeed way more, better, smarter, and more good looking people out there. Yet, Bokuto Kotaro still chose you as his s/o, the famous, handsome ace chose you, a helpless person who couldn’t even defend themselves from their ex.

It was a terrible feeling.

Deep in your thoughts, you didn’t notice how Bokuto slowly wrapped his arms around your figure and started to pat your back slowly. He rested his chin on your head, frowning in confusion. He was so afraid of doing something wrong now, but feeling your arms wrap around him, was the most relieving feeling he had felt in his last years.

He wanted to ask you if you were fine, he wanted to ask you what happened, he wanted to ask you why you reacted that way, but not yet.

He knew, that you probably needed time to open up. He knew you, but not your past. He knew the person you are right now, but not the person you used to be a year ago.

After a few seconds of silence, he started to whisper sweet things into your ear, things like “it’s okay, I am here now.” or “I will protect you from anything” till “you are so important to me, no one will ever hurt you.”

But he still didn’t ask anything. He only calmed you down, and soon the tears stopped falling down your cheeks, and finally, you could talk. “sorry, I didn’t want to make you worried” Rubbing the tears away, you could feel how his grip loosened and he caressed your cheek gently, making sure you were comfortable. Because honestly, screw that game, you were his top priority.

His teammates noticed what was happening, and Akaashi could only be proud of how mature Bokuto handled this situation with you.

Of course, no one asked anything that happened. It was your decision after all if you would tell anyone, or not.

And from this day on, Bokuto started to always look after you.

He always made sure you get to hear that he loved you.

He always made sure to tell you that you were the best thing in his life.

He always made sure you were comfortable.

He always made sure you would know your worth.

Step by step, he made you open up. Step by step, even if it were the smallest steps he ever experienced, he stood patient for you.

He didn’t want to fuck up, he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable because he said something stupid, he wants you to know that he will always be there, and protect you from everything.

No matter how impatient he was, for you, he would wait his whole life.

And one day, this one day he will still remember, even after ten years, or even after fifty years, on this day you told him about your struggles.

He listened, so closely, he held your hand and always gave you small squeezes, he always made sure you knew that he was listening, he always made sure that you would get some kisses over the conversation, to know that it was all over now.

He treated you like a butterfly, like something that could get broken with only the smallest gust.

After you would’ve told him everything, after he made sure you were done, he hugged you, and only patted your back, like back then. He kept on telling you the sweetest things, he kept on making sure you were loved by him, and that he would never do such a thing to you.

And you didn’t regret telling him.

Ever since that day, it felt like all those strings which made you trapped in your own fears started to get untied by Bokuto Kotaro.

It may have been a million strings, and it may have taken him a lot to untie them gently and softly, but in the end, you got rid of every single string.

Thanks to him.

Even now, after being engaged to him, it still felt all surreal to you. He was the one who saved you, he was the one who made you feel loved, and the one who made you love yourself. He was the one who could ease your mind, he was the one who promised you to protect you.

He was also the one who took off the ‘bad ex memories’-weight from the balance scale and replaced it with even more love. He balanced your life out, Bokuto Kotaro, your soon to be husband.

Bonus:

You two were hand in hand on the way to your favorite Café, where you opened up to him, and where he proposed to you. Where you two had the most important memories with each other, but suddenly he stopped his tracks, after seeing your abusive ex.

“Kou babe, are you fine?”

He wanted to drag you away, but before he could, you just laughed “don’t worry about him. He is in the past, let’s focus on us, okay?” a small relieved sigh went over his lips, and he nodded a little, starting to smile. “Yes, let’s focus on us, and let the bad memories in the past!” he cheered, letting go from your hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“I love you, Bokuto Kotaro”

“I love you too, Bokuto f/n”

Even people from miles away could probably see the two big, and also probably pretty expensive marriage rings which you both wore.

They were shining, just as bright as you both had been.

Thanks to Bokuto Kotaro, you were able to shine as bright as the sun again.

[destinyc1020]

my bf proposed last summer and we both said immediately that we wanted to wait until 2022 when COVID was (hopefully) over for good. in Europe cases are still high, vaccines are slow, and almost every country still has lockdowns. even without Corona we might not have wanted to marry 2021 tho bc it's really had to get good locations here that aren't booked for up to 2 years ahead. but with US celebs it might be different lol, yeah

Well  yea, celebrities are a bit different from us regular ppl lol.....  My thing w/JLo is that she and A-Rod actually got engaged way back in March 2019... So, this was way BEFORE the pandemic hit.  Imo, there was no need for them to waste that time.  They had already been dating since 2017, and had known each other since 2005.  They could have gotten married in the summer or fall of 2019... Or even in early Feb 2019.   They could have even gone to the JOP and gotten married and then done a full ceremony later on after the pandemic...but I guess JLo probably wanted a large, celebrity-filled, talked-about wedding lol.   I just feel like if two ppl really want to get married, they CAN get married.  Like, nothing is stopping them.  The ceremony is just for show... But when you really want to get married to someone, you can easily get a marriage license, and hold a reception or even a marriage ceremony later.  Prince Harry and Meghan did their real “wedding” like a few days PRIOR to the large, televised ceremony. 

I just feel like in the end, people will do what they really want to do.  🤷 

[secondlookblog]

I’ve always maintained two separate wardrobes: my urban wardrobe and my outdoors wardrobe. My urban wardrobe asserts itself, each piece selected for its potential to, when married (ideally in odd-couple fashion) with other bits and bobs of my sartorial collection, express (enchantingly) my titillating take on style and taste. It’s preciously curated vintage, amusing, unique, and often vaguely uncomfortable to wear. Certainly my clothing is a framework through which my interaction with my physical environment is mediated: a subway car, a downhill slant, a muddy shortcut each presents their own trials. Frequently I am prompted to modify my impulse to sit, run, stride, and lift based on the clothes I am wearing. I am a feminist who sometimes chooses to take mincing steps in tiny barbie shoes. Clothes are how I dance with the world. The terrain offers a provocation, and I respond with movement. Creativity, as it is often said, flourishes under constraint.

 My outdoors wardrobe is analogous to a mute button. Its form, most decorously, follows function. Its colors are utilitarian: black, mostly…navy, some…a few light blues in shades I would never otherwise entertain. It is engineered for superior performance and then produced en masse, designed to become industry standard. Perhaps this is why I feel so erased when I wear it. Or perhaps it is because I purchased it for value, on the spot, without going through the formative stage of covetousness, which builds the foundation for true love. Unlike my urban wardrobe, this clothing is made to enable movement without constraint; an invitation to the dance of my wildest dreams. Yet when I don that drab apparel I feel deeply…unchallenged. Now, mind you, what I mostly feel is grateful: in the mountains after sunset I am thanking god for the tech fabrics on my back, no equivocation. Without a doubt, function is paramount (on the Mount). It just feels wrong, though, that if the outdoors is where I go to realign with nature, and thus a higher spirituality (natural facts are symbols for spiritual facts,,,thank you, Emerson), I am forced to engage in this sacred ceremony in borrowed costume, in garb that presents me to the world in my most uninspired form.

 I’m ruminating on this morass of personal identity because I’ve just spent the past four months living in two weeks-worth of outdoors clothes, the very same I’ve just disparaged, repeating the combinations and permutations of a limited set over and over. At first, in Idaho, Wyoming, Montana, and Washington, I was exhilarated to discover how little it took to stay warm, dry, and comfortable in all sorts of environments. Back in California a month later, living in my childhood bedroom (where there was no room to house the rest of my wardrobe, which thusly stayed in storage), the charm wore off. As the days passed, I expected to reach a moment when I stopped caring that I was wearing the same fleece-lined pants, hiking boots, and cotton t-shirt again. It never came. Every morning I issued an internal groan and laced up my motherfucking boots.

 Now that I am blissfully reunited with my marbled silk dress, my full-length poncho, and my steel-toed cowboy boots (among many other treasured johns), I’ve decided never to live that way again. It is time, I believe, to begin curating my outdoors wardrobe with as much wit, adoration, and intentionality as I do my urban wardrobe. Cue, vintage image research! I aspire to reach into the past and revive a time when functional outdoors clothing still consisted of beautiful garments. Despite being useful, these clothes look stylish, heavy, and hard (see Noah Johnson’s manifesto on “hard clothes”). In short, they look challenging.

Outdoors-wear is a wonderful opportunity for a statement hat. Loving the matching (collared!) sweater. C. 1930

Actress Dorothy Sebastian “trout fishing” in the CA mountains in the late 1920s. I would recreate this outfit head to toe. I own a pair of wader-style double-front pants (hunting pants, I think) and they are truly the most versatile item of clothing in my closet. Frequently used to offset a particularly dainty blouse or shoe. 

I want a peaked little pixie hat so badly. Once my friend Eliza tried on the perfect fur pixie hat in a vintage store and neither of us got it and Ive never found another one as good. Still think about that hat at least once a week. I’m on a fair isle cardigan kick, too. The polka dots are little tiny hearts if you look closely. Would love to incorporate a feminine print into my outdoors wardrobe. Photo by Gunnar Lundh, 1942.

Another head-to-toe perfect outfit. The white collared shirt! Denim, as we know, is the original outdoors fabric.....

Buffalo plaid WITH the tartan hat. Pattern mixing just does not get any better. Colby College Mountain Day, October 1950. 

One of the first female climbers, Miriam O’Brien Underhill, had to? chose to? climb in a NECKTIE (that looks like it’s about to strangle her, honestly). Makes the look, though. C. late 1920s 

Rope belt, and is that a black tight with a run in it that I spy? If not, it should be. 

I would wear either of their looks, but DAMN, THOSE JODHPURS. Actually, I want to scream about those boots and that perfect little jacket from the rooftops, too. Sometimes I look at these pictures and really wish I could be friends with these gals. 

Speaking of gals I’d like to be friends with... If the earlier photos are how I’d like to look in my new outdoors wardrobe, this is how I’d like to *feel.* Jaunty scarf and harlequin socks included, please. C. 1931

Elaine, Rocky Mountain National Park, 1946. Well, Elaine, you sure knew how to dress. This is my template for the marriage of form and function. And I would like a bite of whatever is in that packed lunch. Obviously something good, because it needed to come in the photo. 

Okay, I, too, would like to wake up in the woods, throw on some men’s slacks (preferably ones belonging to my sexy lumberjack bf), partially button my perfect flannel, and either do my hair up in a whimsical braid or else pop a turban over it. 

I tried to leave this one behind but then the memory of those culottes refused to quit my sweet little brain.  

Okay, side note, SO MANY images had campers eating bananas. Not the perfect travel food, due to the stink and propensity for bruising, no? Much ~suggestion~ was made online about these two ladies getting cozy with their bananas. I am above such tomfoolery. Beautiful fits. 

[thoughtfulpaperback]

Spoilers!!!! Charmed 02x07 Review

I still dont know y'all.

Okay so here is the thing. This episode had more things I disliked rather than liked. Just because I didn't like it doesn't mean the episode still wasnt objectively "good". The pacing was good. Suspense wise, it was really good on the part of the main plot (Parker and the demon situation). Just by going pacing and references, I would say this was about a 7/10 pretty standard. If I had liked other plot points it would be higher probably.

Well onto what I did like about the episode:

Abby.

Abigael was by far the best thing on this episode. She added comedy but also her plot thickened and we got to see her as the cunning villian plotting for her throne. I want more of this! Is this Overlord stuff not going to amount to anything? They just left that plot when they captured her and so now that it is coming together I am happier about it. Whether a lie or not, her Harry comment had me rolling.

Jordan.

So when he and the ring first showed up I said it be cool of his family some where on there had been witch hunters but that he himself was not one. And it seems like they are going this route. Which I am up for. But if they try to kill him I will riot. Like this poor man is decent and been put through the ringer with these ladies craziness (mostly maggie). Give the man a break!

I like the idea of a bloodline curse. I wonder if they will try to break it next episode or if Maggie is going to take most of the plot and Jordan's fate will be wait until after the mid season finale.

Now onto things I didnt like:

Melkat being separated

Listen, I get why Mel is the one with the seperated ship. She is the only one who actually takes her role to the next level. Her sense of duty is high and unlike Maggie she has some self control when it comes to those matters. But if Kat doesnt come back then what was the point? Unless they plan on sinking Parkerita hard, Kat leaving is completely unfair and makes no sense. Because arguably she should be the less problematic love interest. She accepts that Mel can't tell her things, she believes in the magic. She isn't a part of this whole demon fiasco or wierd love triangle, square thing going on. So unless they removed her because things are about to get really bad and unsafe in safe space, then the point was just to hurt Mel or at least to show us that mel is the more likely to forgo love because of past experience and sense of secrecy which while I understand personality wise, I feel it could still be done and let her be happy.

I mean unless we plan on torturing everyone (which I would not prefer, i don't mind angst but if something must end then end it quickly. I am not a sadist) then stop using mel as the doesnt get a happy ship for a minute person.

Maggie and Parker possible engagement

I am going to be that Bitch. Maggie is 20. This would be her sophomore year of college. Even with her not in college. She ain't self-sufficient. She doesnt have a lot of direction in her life. She is still growing and figuring things out. For me it isnt an issue of wanting a slow burn with Jordan. If Parker came back and was her bf that helped out I wouldn't care. But in season 1 this boy asked her to abandon her sisters to run away with him. Now he is asking that she marry him. What does he think a marriage is supposed to look like?

Like y'all I get the romanticness and the love, but these are kids. Marriage is a job. Like yes love is important. But lots of work is needed to maintain a healthy marriage. You cannot convince me this 20 year old with an overhanging war on her plate is ready for marriage. Maggie is smart and beautiful. But she still has growing up to do. The fact that her sister is shown protecting thier secrecy and holding back (like they agreed) on the romance and Maggie just goes for it shows that there is still room for growth (on both parts).

This, to me, cannot end well. I mean I hope they don't hurt Parker, but I can't realistically see a marriage happen given the circumstances.

Hacy

Okay so. I didn't like this. On one hand, good on Macy and Harry to still be able to get a job done together inspite of the passive aggressiveness and jealousy. But the writers need to be careful because this kind of stuff can border toxic and eventually become toxic.

For one, macy should not be jealous or projecting....let me rephrase that. Macy shouldn't be showing these things and dropping vague hints at Harry when he is down. I get she maybe confused about her feelings, I get that she may be jealous. But last season she was a little jealous and mostly took it in stride. For her to accuse Harry of having a thing with abigael when 1) when would he have had the time? he has been pretty busy trying to help and save her 2) she knows his feelings how can she think he'd be into someone else when she read his mind and his darklighter was all over her.

Then with the question about the darklighter, the saying she doesnt know what she felt, then immediately saying he was a piece of harry, when it is obvious harry has been down since the whole ordeal. I mean sorry, but no that ain't right and considering how much they stressed Macy's self control and not openness those things being the stuff to spill out is not cool.

And Harry. Har. . .Harry. . . .Harold. . . . .

For the show to establish that Harry is insecure, but doesn't plan on persuing anything, and for it to have previously establish that Harry is good at repressing and still being there for Macy with little awkwardness (the first 3 episodes) on his part, To then make him the passive agressive brat he was this episode was soo ooc. I get that this has all shaken him. I get he feels like he is broken. But to make snide remarks obviously directed at Macy . . . Made me feel like back in season 1 when Galvin got mad at her in the lab. They both are messing up and aren't communicating well.

God Dang! They don't have to necessarily talk out thier feelings and have a relationship resolution, but they can't continue on like that. They need to have some sort of talk. If not then why would I support the ship if it is turning into something unhealthy. Hopefully they can pull together with not so much snarkiness next episode.

Onto highlights:

Macy boxing....I want more

Jordan being kind of threatening....intrigued

Swan. I like swan

While in this case the jealousy wasnt funny or to endearing, Abby's overt flirtations with Harry had me rolling

Kat confirmed medium

Melkat kiss

[lovemesomesurveys]

Would you date someone who still lived with their parents? I mean, I still live with my parents. I feel like it’ll be harder for me the older I get to find someone who would date me because of not just that, but several reasons. Are you a generous person? I can be. I feel like I haven’t been very generous these past few years, though. :/ I just feel like I’ve been selfish and I don’t know... just hardened by shit. I used to be the one who was there for others and wanted to help any way I could. I haven’t been that person in awhile. Do you have a close relationship with your family? Yes.  Would you have to sleep with someone before marrying them? As of now marriage isn’t something I want. I also honestly just can’t see it ever happening for me. Right now, I don’t even see a relationship in my future.  Do you think there is life on other planets? No.

Do you own a car? No. I don’t drive. Would it bother you if your bf/gf flirted with someone else? Uh yeah, it absolutely would. I’d be upset. Would you enjoy a night of playing video games? That does sound fun. I don’t know what I’d play, though. Are you sexually attracted to any inanimate objects? Um, no. Do you dream of traveling the world or are you happy where you are? I’d love to travel the world someday. Certainly won’t be traveling anytime soon... Honestly, even after all this I’m going to be scared for awhile. :/ Have you traveled internationally? I’ve only been out of the country once. Would you watch a porno with your partner? No. I don’t care for porn. Have you ever stolen from your work? I’ve never had a job, but I’m no thief (stealing candy from the candy bins sometimes at the grocery store as a child doesn’t count, I didn’t know!). How much does intelligence turn you on? I wouldn’t say it turns me on, but it can be very attractive. I just like when someone is very passionate and into something and they’re excited to share it with you. It’s cute how animated they get and the way their face lights up when they talk about it. Do you ask someone out or wait for them to ask you? I’m too shy and awkward and lame to do the asking. Do you watch soap operas? No. They’re so cringe-y, I just can’t.  Do you own any sex toys? No. Do you talk about your sex life with either of your parents? I don’t have a sex life to speak of, but I definitely wouldn’t talk about it. That’s just too much. My mom and I are very close, but just no. And most definitely not with my dad! Do you search someone on the Internet before a first date? I haven’t done that. I’ve only dated 3 guys and had 1 guy who I was talking to and almost got to that point (at least I really thought we were), all of which I knew beforehand cause we were friends first. Are you married,engaged, or in a relationship with someone u want to marry? I’m very single. I’m not even talking to anyone and nor is there anyone I’ve even interested in.  How often do you use facebook at work? I don’t have a job. As for my Facebook usage, I go on there a few times a day and just spend a few minutes scrolling through my news feed, “liking”/reacting to stuff. Maybe share a post. Do you enjoy television or movies better? Both. Do you have a friendship that has lasted for 10 years or longer? I don’t have any friends anymore. Would you date someone half your age? Um, HELL no. That would make them 15, you perv. I can’t even look at an 18 year old that way. That’s still a child to me. Hell, even someone in their 20s. I’m almost 31, I wouldn’t date someone who wasn’t at least in their 30s. Would you consider donating your body to science after you die? I want to be cremated. Are you a romantic person? I haven’t really had a chance to find out. I’m a sucker for romcoms if that counts? ha. Would you be okay with your partner hanging with their ex as friends? No. Are you careful with your money? I’ve been better this year so far. Do you have a current passport? No. I don’t have a passport at all. Do you like to be friends with someone before dating them? That’s how it’s always been for me. Do you like soccer? I don’t care for any sport. Is it more fun to go out just with your date or on a group date? Group dates can be fun sometimes, too. How often do you go dancing/clubbing? I don’t. I’ve been to the club once and it wasn’t my thing.  Have you had a relationship with someone of the same sex? No. Is marriage a necessity for two people who love each other? No. Do you meditate? No. Have you ever been fired from a job? I’ve never had a job. Is there anything you think science will never be able to explain? There are things that science can’t explain. Do you cook fancy meals for dates? I don’t cook. Is intoxication ever an acceptable excuse for acting stupid? Not if it’s something serious and it endangers yourself or others. Like there’s absolutely NO excuse at all for drunk driving. NONE. Do you believe in an afterlife? Yes. Do you litter? Noooo. I hate when people do that, it drives me nuts. I’ve seen people who are literally just steps away from a trash can and will still do it. Like, WTF? I don’t understand. Just hold onto your trash until you can throw it away, it’s very simple. Like people who throw stuff out their car window?? Just set it down on the seat next to you or something until you can throw it away. Why is that so hard?  Would you have sex with someone hot who you hated? I wouldn’t have sex or be intimate in any way with someone I hated. I wouldn’t want to be hanging out with them in the first place. Do you have a career plan? No. Do you mostly cook your own meals? The only thing I cook is ramen. Otherwise, I just make sandwiches and microwave or oven meals if I’m making something to eat. My family takes care of dinner.  Have you ever been arrested? No. Could you live with someone who was really messy? No. Are sex and love the same thing? No. Do you go to church? I don’t attend physically at this time, but I do watch the livestreams my church does every Sunday. Do you have pets? I have a doggo <3 How many concerts do you attend a year? I haven’t been to a concert in over 10 years. Do you enjoy getting drunk? Nope. I stopped drinking about 7 years ago. Do you believe in fate or destiny? No. Have you ever called your friend a slut? I’ve called friends that before in a joking manner. Are you attracted to someone with Power? No. Doing nothing all day makes you feel...? That’s how I spend everyday. Have you ever had sex with someone you worked with? Sigh. Do you have any children? No. Would you date someone just for the sex? No. Do you give money to charities? I used to regularly. I haven’t in awhile, though. :/ Have you ever shot a gun? Yeah, once. I went to a shooting range with friends a few years ago and worked up the nerve to try it out. Have you ever gone on a blind date? No. That would be way too anxiety inducing for me than going on a date with someone I knew would already be. Have you ever had a one night stand? No. Are you a passionate person? I haven’t felt very passionate about much in a long time.  Do you consider yourself a positive person? :/ Have you ever lied about the number of sexual partners you've had? No. I have zero. I have no reason to lie about that. Are Sex and Intimacy the same thing? Sex is just one example of intimacy. There’s other ways to be intimate, including ones that don’t involve being sexual at all. Have you ever played strip poker? Nooo. I would never. How often do you get angry? I’m someone who gets irritated, moody, upset, and frustrated often, but not angry.  Do you consider yourself an emotional person? Oh yes. Is work important to you? I’ve never had a job and it’s not something I’m seeking currently. Have you had cosmetic surgery? I’ve had reconstructive surgery. On a first date do you pay or do they? In my experience, the guy paid. Do you only date people who have jobs or are full-time students? Well, the guys I dated were full time students at the time and so was I. It’s been yearsss since I’ve been on a date.  Could you date someone who does drugs? I wouldn’t mind if they smoked weed, but anything else I wouldn’t be okay with. Are you a jealous person? I can be. I haven’t felt jealous in a long time. I feel envy more, I would say. Do you enjoy watching sports? No. Are you a cat or a dog person? I’m a dog person all the way. Is a girl who's slept with 100 guys a bad person? No. I admit it would be shocking to hear that, but no that absolutely doesn’t make them a bad person.  Do you offend people? I sure hope not. I really avoid sensitive and controversial topics. Do you prefer people in your life be simple or complex? A bit of both. Complex doesn’t necessarily mean bad. Have you ever been to a sex shop? Yeah, once. I had a friend who wanted to go to one for their 18th birthday lol so that’s what we did. Have you ever had a threesome? No. Not something I’m interested in.  Do you enjoy discussing politics? Noooo. Would you do a striptease for your partner? Gaaah. I can’t picture myself doing that. I’m super self-conscious about my body. I certainly don’t like seeing it unclothed. I also don’t know how to be sexy at all either so it’d be suuuuper awkward lol. No one would want to see that, trust me. Would you date someone who doesn't have a car? I wouldn’t not date someone because of that, but it sure would be nice if they did have a car since I don’t drive. If they had their license at least then we could just borrow my mom’s or my brother’s car, ha. Do you enjoy dancing? I don’t do much dancing apart from a head bob and some movement of my arms, but sure.  You have a week off, travel or stay home? I have the time, I just don’t have the money or the transportation. I lso wouldn’t travel alone, so it would depend on my family’s schedule. Can’t do any traveling right now or anytime soon for obvious reasons. :/ Does spending the weekend at home annoy you? I spend majority of my time at home (that was true prior to this quarantine and self-distancing thing going on). Is it wrong to watch porn if you're in a relationship? That’s up to you and your partner. Some people aren’t okay with that, so they have to work something out. For me, I don’t think I would really care that much. I’d just wonder why they’d want to. I don’t get the appeal, personally. *shrug* Do you think men should pay for everything on dates? No. I think it’d be nice to take turns or even split it sometimes. Would you tie up a partner if they asked you to do so? I have no sexual experience, man. I couldn’t start with that kind of stuff off the bat, we’d have to work up to that. I don’t even know if that’s something I’d feel comfortable with. I can’t see it being something I’d be interested in, honestly, but *shrug* Do you consider yourself open minded? Yes. Are you a virgin? If it wasn’t already abundantly clear, yes. Have you ever had sex in a public place? Do others find you sexy? No. Have you ever met someone in person you met online? No. Would you date someone twice your age? I don’t want to date a 60 year old, I’m sorry. Should a child caught masturbating be punished? No. How often do you drink? I don’t. Coffee or tea? The answer is always coffee. There’s no competition.  Do you tell your friends you love them? I never was one to say that. If a friend said it to me I’d just be like, “awww.”  Hahaha.