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telomeke-bbs · 1 year ago

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On my third re-watch of Bad Buddy, I've been doing a bit more reading of the comments on YouTube, which I presume will disappear if the series is removed now that it's going to Viki.

I notice from the YouTube comments at least some people think PatPran were having sex at least as early as episode 8, while I took the start of their sex life as episode 11 which was when they made it clear.

Given the lack of R scenes in the series (no complaints, if it's a great series I'm happy either way) it's hard to say for sure. I tend to be on the literal side so need more direct indications that a sex scene is about to occur or has just occurred. I'm wondering where the clues might be that others are tuning into and I've missed.

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SEX??? IN MY BBS???!!! 👀

Hi dear friend @pandasmagorica! 😍 You're so right that Bad Buddy doesn't show us any of PatPran's lovemaking directly, and like you I didn't miss it at all…

But before I go any further, I should insert a trigger warning here for the sex-averse among anybody else who might be reading this – sex talk incoming! (I'll be avoiding some of the coarser language as that's not my style, but I will be mentioning some details of man-on-man sex if I have to…) So minors please stay away!

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Like so much of BBS (e.g., the actual relationship between Ming and Dissaya in high school, Ming's relationship with his father, Pat's descent into his gangster era after his high school rupture with Pran, the foundations of Wai and Pran's friendship), Pat and Pran having sex is one aspect of their relationship that was alluded to but not shown to us graphically onscreen.

For me this was in keeping with the narrative style of Bad Buddy as a whole (in which we the viewers had to fill in some gaps ourselves), as well as its preference to focus on the emotional dynamics of their love story, rather than showing us every physical manifestation of their liaison.

On my initial watch I too thought that PatPran's first physical coupling only happened in Ep.11, during their honeymoon at the Zero Waste Village. I settled into this conclusion primarily because we weren't shown any overt depiction of the boys hooking up physically – and also because of one moment at Ep.9 [3‌/4]:

(above) Bad Buddy Ep.9 [3‌/4] 5.38 – Pat and Pran chorus "Not yet" at Korn, when asked if they'd been having sex

When Korn is made to wait before being admitted into Pran's apartment by a nearly-naked Pat – only to see a disheveled Pran in bed, and the bedclothes all awry – he assumes (at Ep.9 [3‌/4] 5.36) that Pat and Pran's sexy time was the reason for the delay. But his assumption is met with an indignant "Not yet" chorused by both Pat and Pran in unison, and this to me (at the time of my first watch) was telegraphing the message that the boys were resolutely putting off sex until they were both ready for it later.

But there's really nothing to suggest why they should be doing this (other than maybe Pran getting a case of the ick whenever Pat gets too sappily romantic and/or touchy-feely – understandable, and certainly not insurmountable for one so much in love).

And for me this view of a sexless, virginal Pat and Pran pre-Ep.11 didn't gel with the other details that became apparent on subsequent re-watches. It's possible the "yang" that Pat and Pran chorused (at Ep.9 [3‌/4] 5.38) may have an affective sense of negation that is somewhat different from the plain "no" or "not yet" suggested by the subtitles (though I haven't been able to find any confirmation of it online). But anyway I now think that they were just telling Korn that he'd caught them right before the main event (which is supported by Korn's embarrassment, and also Pat saying he wouldn't mind being late for dinner with the guys if he could just get a "reward" from Pran, at Ep.9 [3‌/4] 4.11 and 4.27). ��

There are also some other clues pointing to the likelihood that Pat and Pran were not waiting to indulge in the physical side of their love, well before the clearly pre- and post-coital scenes that we see onscreen later in Episodes 11 and 12.

The Sexual Tension: From early on Pat and Pran had a track record of getting right up in each other's personal space, in tableaux of their own making absolutely saturated with sexual tension. These two, but especially Pat, demonstrated time and again that not only were they comfortable getting physically close to each other, there seemed to be an unspoken need to do so as well.

Pran deep in his crush was fighting it all the way (witness him pushing Pat away all the time), while Pat's motivations were a bit less clear (and yet he was almost always the one to initiate close encounters of the physical kind).

Some examples of this–

Ep.1 [3‌/4] 1.13 (when they were hiding from Korn, Mo and Chang in the side alley of the faculty Chemical Room):

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Ep.2 [1‌/4] 6.23 (in the toilet cubicle, when Pat "forgot" he'd not washed his hands before clamping it on Pran's mouth in some kind of an unconscious sublimation – Pran wasn't making any sound and his mouth was closed, but Pat couldn't help himself anyway 😂):

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Ep.2 [4/4] 11.21 (when they both realized, however subconsciously, that their competitive grappling at the apartment viewing had begun to take on strangely erotic overtones – patently obvious to all, even the hapless real estate agent who inadvertently burst in on them):

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Ep.4 [4/4] 3.41 (the rugby clinch, leading to Pat's line "If you hug me this tight, you might as well take me as your boyfriend" – sexual and other significance explained here):

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And of course Ep.5 [4/4] 11.53 (The Kiss, that literally and figuratively sucked away all oxygen from people on either side of the screen – their yearning, physical hunger for each other was already so evident each time it bubbled to the surface, but of course its explosive climax was when they both admitted it overtly to each other, during this Epic Rooftop Kiss at the end of Ep.5):

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BBS actually shows us Pat staying over at Pran's apartment and sharing the one bed in Ep.8 (at Ep.8 [1‌/4] 1.28. Nong Nao's presence in Pran's bed means that Pat must have been there before he got up to make breakfast; at Ep.8 [1‌/4] 5.34 Pat himself confirms that he spends nights at Pran's, "rehearsing" certain aspects of the Kwan and Riam play, in its BL reincarnation).

Given how much sexual tension is on display from early on, it seems only logical to me that there must have been some rumpy-pumpy hanky-panky going on below the waist, even though we don't get to see it onscreen. Indeed, Pa tells us as much with her observation on the morning after another such "rehearsal": 😂

(above) Bad Buddy Ep.8 [1‌/4] 5.46

Nong Nao as Agent of (Sexual) Subterfuge: In my opinion, another big tell that Pat and Pran were already doin' the deed (or at least going beyond second base) is even earlier, at Ep.7 [2/4] 5.36, when we learn that Pat had left Nong Nao behind in Pran's apartment.

(above) Bad Buddy Ep.10 [1‌/4] 8.53

We know that Pat hugs Nong Nao to fall asleep (he says so at Ep.4 [4/4] 11.30 and Ep.7 [2/4] 5.46). But the reason behind this is that Pat needs Nong Nao – his Linus blanket – to calm his fears when he's psychologically vulnerable, alone with his own thoughts and dreams (analyzed here). It doesn't make sense that he would be carrying Nong Nao around with him outside and away from his own bed, unless it was for sleepy-time comfort – so how did Rotten Little One end up in Pran's apartment?

Pat wouldn't have brought Nong Nao over to Pran's unless he knew he'd be staying the night. For example, we see this when he sneaks over to spend the night with Pran at Ep.12 [3‌/4] 4.37 – though why he'd need to kimono-cloak himself with the bedclothes like that is a little beyond me:

Maybe this is BBS emphasizing Nong Nao's role as Pat's security blanket, swaddling him in protection from his night-time fears? 🤷‍♂️ (Or is Pat naked under those bedcovers? His lust for Pran is so great he doesn't want to waste even the few seconds it would take to strip once he's with his beloved? 🤣)

Anyway, Nong Nao left behind in Pran's apartment suggests that Pat was already sleeping there as early as Ep.7. It could be possible that it was for other reasons, but I refuse to kid myself – we're talking about two young men deep in the heady flush of hormonal (and fully reciprocated) teenage love here. Given their pre-existing propensity for physical closeness (that mirrored their emotional intimacy), I can't imagine Pat and Pran would be keeping their hands off each other in private for long.

So when Pat left Nong Nao behind in Ep.7 (a ploy of course, to get Pran over for more), I really don't think he had been spending time in Pran's apartment just so they could study building construction together… any more than they would be chastely reading scriptures or practicing quilting. 😂

And of course when Pran went over to Pat's apartment to return Nong Nao, the situation soon devolved into a mutual seduction exercise that even referenced the passionate Ep.5 Rooftop Kiss (Pran's "Do you still want us to be friends?" at Ep.7 [2/4] 9.59).

‌On my re-watch, I think the competitive roughhousing we witness in Ep.7 [2/4] is actually Pat and Pran's own version of foreplay prior to actual intercourse – and they most certainly would have gone there had they not been interrupted by Pa and her wayward bladder (hence their guilty looks when she bursts in on them; they definitely had almost been caught in flagrante delicto, which Pat then has to sublimate away with bare-bodied crunches while Pran abandons the food he'd brought – and we know food is also often a stand-in for sex in Thai BL, referenced for example at Ep.12 [2/4] 11.54).

Food and Sex: Another scene where food was used as a metaphor for sex, that also suggests Pat and Pran had already been gettin' it on well before we see them in the afterglow of their Ep.11 honeymoon passions, took place during their cookout with Junior by the beach (scene starting at Ep.11 [2/4] 2.43):

Laced with lots of meaningful glances between Pat and Pran, the dialogue was peppered with several suggestive lines (mostly from Pat, but also acknowledged with knowing – if rueful – smiles from Pran) hinting at more adult meanings within the word play (all thankfully opaque to young Junior):

"All I do is eat" – the verb "to eat" in Thai (กิน/gin) is also slang for "to consume (someone) sexually";

"…I do many things for my lover too" – suggesting that Pat and Pran were already having sex;

"Like what?"… "Wait until you're older" – Pat shut down Junior's line of questioning, because the subject was unmissably adult (to the adults in the room).

And Junior's innocent comment "You don't have to pound it so hard. Cover it with your hand – it's spattering" also got Pran chuckling silently, because it coincidentally fit with his and Pat's subtextual zingers about their sex life even while all of that hidden discourse was flying above Junior's head (and rightly so too).

Pat also points a cucumber at Pran while admonishing Junior, further upping the innuendo quotient – basically his answer to "Tell me you're talking about sex without telling me you're talking about sex" 😂. (The Thai word for cucumber – แตงกวา/dtaaeng gwaa – is also slang for penis; see this Wiktionary entry linked here: ภาษาปาก, สแลง – อวัยวะเพศชาย.)

(above) Bad Buddy Ep.11 [2/4] 3.49

It could be possible that Pat and Pran had sex the night before, but I think that's highly unlikely given how exhausted they were after their bus journey to the beach. (Plus they were expected to be up early enough to earn their keep helping the fishermen.) I suppose you could read Pat's hijinks at the cookout as him setting the scene for their nuptial relations to come, i.e., that they hadn't done it before but were heading to it now, which was my asexual take on it the first time around watching this. But this doesn't align with what Pat and Pran tell us on the beach later, and I changed my mind on subsequent re-watches. 😉

Beer and "Kisses" on the Rocks: When Pat and Pran have their heartfelt tête-à-tête on the rocky breakwater at Khao Tao Beach (scene starting at Ep.11 [3‌/4] 9.50), there is a line of questioning that confirms (for me at least) they not only had been intimate before, but that they'd also been alternating their roles in bed.

What they say is perhaps open to some degree of interpretation, but I can't see how it could mean anything else…

When Pat says at Ep.11 [3‌‌/4] 12.50 "Here comes the last question. Can I kiss you?" it seemed straightforward enough at first viewing – another of BBS's nods at consent perhaps, with the boys turning quaintly Victorian about physical contact. But it's discordant with the energies we've seen them display before – at the Chem. Room alleyway, in the toilet cubicle, and on the rooftop in Ep.5. It's true the first two times Pat invaded Pran's personal space because he was trying to save him; and the third time he gave ample notice of his intentions. But the boys had never been coy with each other, so Pat suddenly turning into a bashful knight wordily asking for permission to kiss really makes no sense.

Then, however, Pran's response of "Isn't it my turn?" really puts Pat's question into context, and I think it qualifies as a lightbulb moment that illuminates an aspect of their hitherto mostly hidden sex life.

Yes, it is possible to read Pran's insistence ("No. It's my turn") as the boys simply taking turns at being the first to initiate lip-to-lip action, but even my ever-forgiving fan theorist's brain finds that too contrived an explanation. Plus PatPran's kisses are hardly about energy in one direction only – since each gives as good as he receives (e.g., at Ep.5 [4/4] 11.53 and Ep.11 [3‌/4] 13.27).

(above) Bad Buddy Ep.11 [3‌/4] 13.33 – is it really possible to take turns when doing this?

All this talk about taking turns really makes no sense – unless it's not actually about kisses.

My read is that the word จูบ/juup (whose dictionary definition is to kiss) is really PatPran's codeword for whoever gets to top the other during sex (like the verb baiser in French, which does similar semantic double duty). This also tells us that our two versatile scamps, both alike in dignity, had been alternating roles in bed like two gentlemen Romeos indeed… and trust our pernickety Pran to be keeping a record of who did what the last time! 😂

The fact that they have a working system in place with the rules of engagement already defined (and that Pat is seeking to deviate from) suggests that this isn't something novel that they just came up with in the days before.

(above) Bad Buddy Ep.11 [3‌/4] 14.00 – prelude to a "juup"

And getting graphical in an aside here for a moment – since prostate orgasms are typically far more intense than the other kinds men can experience, what we're also seeing here is Pat and Pran jostling to see who can give the other the gift of greater pleasure (and in doing so deriving a substantial measure of it for themselves too). It's consistent with the competitive drumbeat to which their couplehood thrums and marches, and is also a microcosm of their relationship as a whole – that whenever one of them lets his lover win, he gets to win as well too. 🤩

Anyway, Pran flat-out refuses to give up his turn (Ep.11 [3‌/4] 13.15), and the idea that kiss = top is borne out by his questions as the big spoon later – "Was I good?... How much do I get, out of ten?" (Ep.11 [3‌/4] 14.55 and 15.07).

I have more information about this exchange in my write-up linked here – Pat's sign language response really also points very strongly to the conclusion that Pran did top Pat on their honeymoon night. 🥰

(above) Bad Buddy Ep.11 [3‌/4] 15.25 – a satisfied Pat uses wordless symbolism to tell expert sign-reader Pran that his performance the night before deserves a top score of 10

So based on this record of alternating bedroom roles, I now truly do believe Pat and Pran had been having sex from way before (maybe even as early as Ep.7), not only going the whole distance but also taking turns equally at giving and receiving. Pran's insistence on his "turn" wouldn't have made much sense otherwise. And this was BBS also putting paid to the fascination some fans have for the formulaic stereotyping about seme/uke and top/bottom roles in BL.

P.S. Now in spite of all that I've written above, I do concede that a lot of it is based on inference and clue-reading, and that it's still possible to read Pat and Pran as doing nothing more than making out and heavy petting, right up until Ep.11. A possible reason might be a reluctance on Pran's part to go all the way (perhaps BBS playing with the blushing maiden trope?), given how much exasperation he shows whenever Pat turns clingy (e.g., at Ep.9 [2/4] 5.21, Ep.9 [3‌/4] 4.29 and Ep.11 [1‌/4] 15.19, though it's also evident he's always charmed by Pat's antics despite himself). The boys also could have begun taking turns in their matrimonial bed only after they got to the Zero Waste Village, though I don't see how they could have had the time for more than a single go (especially since they were all tired out by the family drama of Ep.10 and their journey to get to the beach). And this would make Pran's "Isn't it my turn?" a little odd, since phrasing it as a question implies enough rounds for them to be unclear on whose turn it should be. Plus (as previously mentioned) the use of the codeword kiss implies it's already an established system (i.e., not created in the previous few days) that they both understand. Like I said, it's possible – but given the ensemble of clues and signs pointing at PatPran's sex life, I really do not think it is likely. It could be that Director Aof and team were skirting the sexual dimension in order to tone BBS down enough to make it past the censors for more general viewing (and in this way allow its message to reach the younger generation as well). Thus the greater reliance on innuendo and inference to suggest rather than show outright that there was more going on between the lines (behind the curtain? Noting that the novel on which BBS is based is titled Behind the Scenes 🤩) with regard to physical love between Pat and Pran (and is an apt metaphor for the storytelling of BBS as a whole, where nothing is as it seems at first glance – discussed more in detail in my write-up linked here). And this is possibly the meaning underlying the innuendo-laden cookout with Junior – the scene is a capsule summary of BBS where the surface theatrics are inoffensive enough for viewing by the younger set, while the more adult themes embedded in the narrative will become visible only if you look at them with more experienced eyes, and thus will satisfy more mature audiences as well. The end result isn't as anodyne as My School President (nor could it have been, given the weightiness of the encoded themes) but BBS still managed to land the 13+ age rating, which isn't at all bad if they were wanting to get its important messaging about LGBTQ+ positivity out to younger teens. And that messaging would be further reinforced, and with even less sexual content – zero in my book – when MSP hit the screens later of course. 💖

‌ P.P.S. This is not 100% related, but I have to put in a little side-note here about Pran's comfort object (his PP hobo bag). In my head I'm convinced part of why that bag works for Pran as his security blanket is not just because it's a physical shield or something to hold on to when out and about.

(above) Bad Buddy Ep.11 [1‌/4] 4.24 – Pat and Pran arrive once more at the Zero Waste Village, but this time around they're a confirmed couple seeking refuge for their forbidden love

I think Pran's comfort object also functions like a Mary Poppins Bag of Requirement, allowing him to carry all sorts of stuff to counter any eventuality life might throw his way, and thus also bestowing on him a sense of control in the outside world. Now gay sex can sometimes be a messy affair – but knowing canon OCD Pran, I'm pretty sure that bag held all the necessary accoutrements for our boys to have a smooth, muss-free and fuss-free ride on their honeymoon romps, and with easy clean-up assured afterwards as well… 😉

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bobbiworks · 1 year ago

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Beyond the Bell's Chimes | Part 25

RIIZE fanfiction: Wonbin, Eunseok, Seunghan, Shotaro, Sohee, Sungchan, Anton, Original Characters

Genre: Youth, Teenage Romance, High School, Friendship, Angst, Fluff, Fanfiction

Jiwoo woke up from her nerve-wracking dream about Wonbin and Seunghan confessing their feelings and questioned her own emotions, particularly her feelings for Eunseok. She felt a little disoriented and sweaty, but she was relieved to see that she woke up early. Her night hanging out with her friends had left her physically exhausted.

As she recalled her dream about Wonbin and Seunghan, she couldn't help but dismiss it as improbable. They were genuinely nice, good-looking guys, and she felt like they were out of her league. Her thoughts then shifted to Eunseok, and her excitement at the thought of him made her heart race.

Right then, she remembered the portrait she had been working on for Eunseok, and she decided to check on it. She went to her mini art studio and uncovered the portrait board. She had almost completed the painting. It was a labor of love for someone who had unknowingly captured her heart.

As she stared at the painting, Jiwoo pondered what it meant to truly like someone. Eunseok was the first guy she had ever had a crush on, and her feelings were undeniable, even though she tried to hide them. But when it came to Wonbin, she felt a different kind of warmth and comfort. "But he's just my friend," she mumbled.

Jiwoo had never really had male friends before, so she found it difficult to understand how boys interacted with girls. She wondered about the dynamics between Suyoung, who liked Wonbin, and her. She questioned if Suyoung's feelings were the cause of his unease when she was around.

"Jiwoo?" Her mom knocked on her door. "You're up early. I made some pancakes. Come downstairs," she said.

Before Jiwoo could respond, she hesitated and asked her mom, "Mom, how did you know that you loved dad?"

Her mom seemed slightly surprised by the question but sat on Jiwoo's bed. "Why? Did someone tell you that he likes you?" she asked.

Jiwoo shook her head. "I admit, my heart races whenever my friends do nice things for me. They're all so nice, but they haven't said anything like that. I'm just curious."

Her mom gently fixed Jiwoo's hair as she listened to her questions. "You're not difficult to love, my dear," she assured. "I knew your dad was the one when we encountered the most impossible situation. Believe me, it was like a roller coaster ride of emotions before you really realize what that person means to you."

Jiwoo smiled, feeling reassured by her mom's words. "I thought I was already mature enough to understand these things, but I still have a long way to go. Thanks, Mom."

Her mom kissed her cheek and gave her a hug. As she noticed the portrait on the table, she asked, "That's Eunseok, right?"

Jiwoo almost forgot that her parents had met Eunseok yesterday. "Oh, I forgot. He's the son of your dad's boss," her mom added.

"Ehh?" Jiwoo exclaimed. "Really???"

"Yes, your dad recognized him," her mom confirmed. "Why do you have a portrait of him?"

Jiwoo explained, "I made it. He was like the person I liked on the first day."

Her mom raised an eyebrow and inquired further, "What about Wonbin? Seunghan? Sohee? I'm pretty sure that Wonbin boy likes you."

"Eeeeeh???" Jiwoo exclaimed, her face turning red. "H-How?"

Her mom couldn't resist teasing her. "He didn't tell you yet?" Jiwoo whined and tugged at her mom's hand.

"Stop teasing me! We're just friends!" Jiwoo insisted, and her mom playfully warned her not to write it off so easily. She then left to prepare breakfast, leaving Jiwoo wondering about her own feelings and the relationships with her friends.

Jiwoo gathered her courage and approached Class 2-A's booth at the event. She hadn't expected that she would be approaching Eunseok first. She stood by the hallway, slightly hiding from the crowd, with the portrait she had prepared for him discreetly tucked away.

It didn't take long for Sungchan to spot her, despite her attempt to blend in with the crowd. Jiwoo greeted him with a friendly nod.

"Huh? Shim Jiwoo?" Sungchan recognized her and was quick to address her. Jiwoo acknowledged him and waited for him to continue. "Wait. I'll get him," Sungchan said.

Sungchan entered their classroom and whispered to Eunseok, who was preparing for the event. Eunseok nodded and excused himself, following Sungchan outside. His face lit up when he saw Jiwoo standing near the locker door, looking slightly anxious. Jiwoo signaled him to go somewhere quieter, and he willingly obliged.

"Wow, this is new," Eunseok remarked as he noticed Jiwoo's nervousness. She seemed hesitant around him, and her cheeks were tinged with a rosy hue. Eunseok leaned in closer, his voice soothing. "Are you okay? Are you uncomfortable with oppa? Do you not like me?"

"It's not that," Jiwoo stammered, struggling to find her words. She kept glancing around as if she was afraid someone might overhear. Her grip on the portrait behind her tightened.

"I'll try harder then," Eunseok smiled warmly. "Wanna have lunch with me?"

"Huh? N-No," Jiwoo quickly declined, shaking her head. "I'm here to give you this," she said, attempting to hand him the portrait, but Eunseok halted her midway.

"After. Lunch," Eunseok suggested and playfully ruffled her hair. "I'll drop by your class," he continued.

"N-No," Jiwoo stammered once more.

"No? Is your boyfriend going to get mad?" Eunseok raised an eyebrow teasingly.

"No, I don't have a boyfriend," Jiwoo replied, her face flushing with embarrassment due to the conversation with him.

"Well, that settles it," Eunseok grinned and playfully winked at her before heading back to their booth. Jiwoo remained where she was, still flustered by the exchange.

Jiwoo returned to her classroom and found both Wonbin and Seunghan busy preparing for their performance. She couldn't help but admire how good Wonbin looked in his stylish attire, topped off with his infamous beanie. Jiwoo greeted him with warmth as she approached.

"Did you just come?" Wonbin inquired, looking at her.

"Yes, you look nice," Jiwoo complimented him, referring to his appearance. Wonbin couldn't hide his smile and, in a surprising and endearing move, pinched her cheek. Jiwoo was caught off guard, and she instinctively cupped her cheek where he touched.

"What was that for?" she asked with a puzzled expression.

"You are cute," Wonbin stated, his tone affectionate. "Should we have lunch together later?" He suggested as he pulled out his guitar from its stand.

Jiwoo politely declined, shaking her head, "Sorry, but I have plans for lunch," she said, clasping her hands together as she apologized.

Wonbin nodded and seemed understanding. He then came up with another idea, "How about we hang out during the closing ceremony? I heard there will be a concert on the field. We just got an invitation from Shotaro."

Jiwoo was enthusiastic about the idea, raising both her thumbs up, "Yes! That would be great. What about Seunghan?"

Wonbin looked over at Seunghan, who was engrossed in his preparations, and shrugged. "I just want the two of us," he admitted. "I want to tell you something... important." He flashed her his lopsided smile.

"Okay," Jiwoo smiled in response, her curiosity piqued.

"I'll go get rehearsed, then," Wonbin said as he returned to his group. Jiwoo watched him go, still wondering about what he might have to say to her later. She left the classroom and headed to the council room, as she had been told that she was needed to help facilitate the closing ceremony with Miyoung.

In the dimly lit hallway, Jiwoo found herself surrounded by a group of unfamiliar girls who obstructed her path. Initially, she attempted to step aside, assuming they were simply passing through, but her hopes were shattered when one of the girls forcefully seized her arm and pushed her aside, leaving her in stunned silence.

Jiwoo was then forcibly taken to the rear of the building, and it soon became clear that it was Yuri's gang responsible for this unwarranted intrusion. Jiwoo had no prior knowledge of these individuals.

"What is this?" Jiwoo demanded, her voice quivering with trepidation. She was well aware that trouble was brewing, and she desperately wished to avoid it. After all, today was meant to be the highlight of the cultural festival, and these girls were intent on spoiling it.

"Shim Jiwoo, isn't it?" Yuri taunted, her voice laced with malice as she sat regally on a chair, her long, ebony hair cascading down her back. To describe the girl before her, who seemed to wield power over those around her, Jiwoo couldn't deny her striking beauty – porcelain skin, large eyes, crimson lips, and an enviable figure. But her smile was tainted with malevolence.

"You dragged me here without being certain if you had the right person?" Jiwoo challenged, her fear palpable. She scanned the surroundings, realizing that this place was off-limits to most, with some allowed in only for disposing of trash.

"Trying to be clever?" Yuri raised an eyebrow, restraining herself from grabbing Jiwoo's face out of sheer anger. "I simply want to get to know you better. After all, I recently had a little fun with your friend."

"Friend? Are you referring to Miri?" Jiwoo inquired.

"Was that her name?" Yuri smirked. "I playfully brought her here, thinking she was you, but alas, she was indisposed," she chuckled.

"What did you do to Miri?" Jiwoo's anger flared. "I swear, I will report this to the principal!"

Yuri and her companions exchanged sly glances before erupting in mocking laughter, ridiculing Jiwoo's voice and emotions. Jiwoo began to dread what these girls might have subjected her friend to. Could it be the reason Miri had distanced herself from her?

"What do you want from me?" Jiwoo inquired.

"Simple. I want you gone," Yuri stated with a wicked grin. "It seems like the boys, those handsome boys, are all over you. I wonder why."

Jiwoo was perplexed. "What are you talking about?"

"Why are you pretending not to know?" Yuri continued, her tone dripping with disdain. "You've entrapped every guy you know, playing with their emotions. Just like how Eunseok, tsk. My dear fricking Eunseok. Oh how amusing it is to watch him play with you. " Yuri laughed.

Jiwoo's fists clenched in annoyance. "No, you're wrong. I don't appreciate you spreading falsehoods about people."

"Oh, I'm not lying," Yuri declared. "I'm just giving you a glimpse of what kind of person he is. Do you really believe he cares about you? You're just a pawn in his game, my dear. Just be gone. Avoid him and I'll let you go merrily."

Jiwoo shut her eyes briefly. She knew Yuri was attempting to inflict emotional harm. Jiwoo had been taught not to judge people solely based on others' opinions. "No. I won't do what you're asking."

"Then I won't be your friend."

Jiwoo stopped when she heard a voice, turning to find Miri.

"Miri! What are you doing here?" Jiwoo asked, rushing toward her. However, Miri ignored her and stood by Yuri's side. "Miri, what's going on?"

Miri's face was dark and cold, void of the life Jiwoo once knew. It was the same look she had observed in Miri recently, and it pained her deeply.

"I resent how you're enjoying your life while I'm suffering," Miri stated. "I despise that you never thought of me while you had fun with other people." Miri said as she was constantly bullied by her classmates and even Yuri's friends.

Yuri laughed as Miri began to assail Jiwoo.

"Miri, what are you talking about? Whatever she's told you... it's not true. None of it is true," Jiwoo pleaded. "Miri..."

"I loathe that a loser like you has such good friends. It should have been me... not you," Miri continued with her bitter wishes, further breaking Jiwoo's heart. She bit her lip and struggled to hold back tears. "I wish you could experience the pain I've endured. I truly wish you would."

"What did they do to you? Miri, please, we can talk about it. Okay? You're my best friend," Jiwoo implored, clutching Miri's hands. "Miri, don't believe whatever she's saying. I'm not even angry with you."

"You should have suffered like I did," Miri continued her bitter tirade, and Jiwoo took a deep breath, having heard enough for one day.

"What do you want me to do to make you happy?" Jiwoo asked in defeat. "Our friendship is stronger than this. You know that. I'll do whatever it takes for us to be okay. Okay?" Jiwoo began to tear up as she reminisced about the times when she and Miri were inseparable, even promising to be best friends forever. She retrieved the friendship bracelet that Miri had made. "See? You've never left my thoughts, Miri."

Miri's response was harsh. "You're nothing but trash. Just be miserable and alone. I don't want to be friends with you anymore." She pushed Jiwoo away and angrily flung their friendship bracelet in Jiwoo's face.

Yuri, in the background, continued to laugh and approached Miri, embracing her. "Well done. She's going to be my best friend from now on, right, Miri?"

Jiwoo lowered her head, her emotions a turbulent mix of anger, sadness, and betrayal. As the girls departed one by one, she remained in silence, contemplating the shattered bond of friendship.

#fanfiction #riize #anton #eunseok #kpopfanfiction #seunghan #shotaro #sohee #sungchan #wonbin #beyondthebellschimes

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wandaxpietro · 11 months ago

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New year, new asks.

What other kinks/fetishes do you think Pietro has? (Other than a Mommy Kink). And conversely, what kinks/fetishes do you think Wanda has? (She's chaotic in bed, i feel it deep within my soul). Would the twins be willing to share their sexual fantasies to their partner(s)? And what kinks/fetishes would Pietro and Wanda have in common?

happy new year anon lmfao!

okay so. the thing is. i mostly tend to think more about sexual dynamics for fictional characters/pairings i like, and less actual kinks if that makes sense? so most of this rant will be that instead of specific kinks i think they have. there's also probably a lot more i could be convinced they're into & i just haven't thought of it yet (bcuz whenever i do think about specific kinks it's about a scenario that popped into my head lol) so this also isn't a definitive list.

let's get started on the mommy kink even though you said "other than" bcuz that's where a lot of their sexual dynamic in my head builds off of lol. i think they are both very into that dynamic (wanda is a very nurturing person and enjoys taking care of people, pietro is always wound up so tightly & thinks protecting wanda is like his life mission or whatever so he really likes being able to relax, lie back and being pampered etc). building off of that, they're both into femdom obviously (mostly gentle femdom, except ultimate scarletsilver, i think they do bdsm lmao), pietro has a praise kink (though i think wanda also really likes being praised), and as tumblr user ill-say-this-fast has mentioned in the rbs of my tits or ass guy pietro poll this man is definitely into lactation yeah. sorry.

^so that's the basics of their dynamic (though they obv don't only have sex like that etc) in my head. some more disjointed thoughts that i have are, in no particular order: pietro is a runner; i think wanda has developed a liking for muscular running legs bcuz of that lmao. she really likes his legs. pietro likes chubby women (< though i would not call that a kink more a type). wanda is probably into marking people as "hers" (that could be with scratches or lipstick writing or spells or whatever. i just like to think of her as more possessive than she lets on). this falls into both the mommy kink and the praise kink but pietro goes crazy when you call him a "good boy" or a "sweet boy" or anything of the like. they probably enjoy pegging. have i mentioned that wanda is obsessed w pietro's thighs. pietro probably likes being slapped (which is something that i think took pietro a long time admitting and wanda a long time getting around to bcuz she doesn't want to hurt him :/ but i think she eventually gets into it too). i also think wanda likes making pietro kneel in front of her. pietro is into humilation. i also think he's a masochist, at least a little bit. sometimes he wants wanda to make fun of him or degrade him (but mixed with praise bcuz otherwise he'll start crying lmao) which is also a thing that took her a while to get around to but she's discovered she does really enjoy seeing him squirm and blush and whine so there's that. wanda might be into armpits. or she might not be. i think they switch dynamics sometimes but pietro is not a dom whatsoever so it's more her directing him into what he has to do. he's good at following orders even though he is a brat. something that doesn't have anything to do with their dynamic with each other but i like talking about their types: they're both bisexual (they told me). wanda i think prefers soft butch/butch women but she wouldn't say no to feminine women either. she probably likes brats. she likes a princess/knight dynamic where the princess (wanda obv) is the dominant one idk. and pietro likes both pretty men and huge men who could crack him like a glowstick (the latter may or may not be daddy issues. you will never know). he prefers someone who can challenge him, regardless of gender, but also someone he can feel safe with. (also if you asked wanda what her type in men is he'd say calm and gentle. you would ask yourself what that has to do with pietro. she is talking about him. her glasses might be a little rose tinted, but also we all know pietro is way more gentle w her than he is w anyone else lmfao)

as to how willing they're to share their preferences, i think that depends? with a lot of the simple stuff i think they've always been able to talk about it, and wanda generally is more secure in herself (these days) so i think she has less trouble. pietro i think used to be very embarrassed about all the sub stuff bcuz of some misguided idea what a man should be like, but he eventually opened up and wanda is only ever nice about things he's embarrassed about so. mostly i think it took wanda explicitly noticing/being told by him that he's submissive to really discover her own dominant streak through trying things out but i think she mostly steers on the gentle side of things (bcuz she wuvs wuvs wuvs him) but there's times where she does really like being rougher, too. which pietro loves so yknow.

if it's with a partner that is not each other, i think wanda is able to communicate what she likes, but she wouldn't share everything. the gentle dom thing is something she'd share with other partners definitely though i think that's just something she likes a lot. as for pietro... not really? it depends. if it's a long term relationship, sure, he might cough it up eventually (or he gets lucky and his partner brings up they want to dom lmfao), but i think it's hard for him to open up. i already mentioned misguided ideas of what a man should be like so i think it's especially hard if he's with a woman, and he might just pretend he likes taking charge bcuz of his pride. it's easier with a man bcuz he can just pick some asshole to rail him. he has a harder time emotionally connecting with men than with women, i think (bcuz of mostly bad experiences w other man throughout his teenage years etc. like except for his adoptive dad every man he meets at the beginning of his publication history is just an asshole lmfao), so he tends to have more one night stands with men than actual relationships i think (imo he's a whore. i know people love to disagree bcuz he's only had like three and a half canon love interests but he's a whore to ME okay) but with an actual relationship w a man it's ALSO hard for him to open up (bcuz he has trouble w men etc) but he mostly just goes for guys who are dom-ish tops anyway so he doesn't need to open his mouth. lol

sorry that this is disjointed i am incapable of making points without rambling mindlessly.

#trying one last time to post this #answered #oh my god it worked......... it won't let me put a read more in edit now tho like i wanted. webbed site.#sorry you guys are getting a super long post i wanted to spare you but tumblr said no!#scarletsilver #maxicest

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gojonanami · 11 months ago

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Hi Sab!

I just wanted to send you a little message of appreciation.

I wanted to begin this message by thanking you for running this blog. I love this blog. I check it every day. I think your responses to asks are extremely fun, respectful and kind.

I also love your stories. I'll admit, I haven't read them all, but I've read quite a few, and I truly loved them all. I really do believe you have a real knack for writing. You're just such a compelling writer. I really, really, really love the way you write. And I especially love the way you write dialogue.

To me, thinking back, quite a few fics stood out.

I loved 'Is it Over Now?'. I thought it was heartbreaking. I was actually thinking of it earlier as I was swimming, and I was just thinking of that scene wherein Suguru sneaks (enters?) into her apartment, and their confrontation, and how easily she falls into his arms once more, and how he overrides the bite mark on her skin, and how easily she tells him she loves him despite it all. That story really lingered with me. I loved the way you tackled it. From your choice of false cheating ruse to the way the comparison between Satoru and Suguru ran as a refrain throughout the fic, I thought it was incredibly compelling. I loved how different the sex scenes were with Satoru and Suguru, and how, despite that, there were some similarities, too. (They share one brain cell, after all.) I loved the intimacy of those scenes. I love how the scenes with Satoru were more spontaneous, passion-driven and new and experimental, while those with Suguru, while still retaining that sense of passion, were also filled with a sense of familiarity and longing that only comes about with a proper partner with whom you are familiarised. I love how despite it all and despite Suguru leaving and lying, they still feel like soulmates, and despite it all, she still welcomes him in her bed, and cards her fingers through his hair, and tells him that she 'love[s]' him.

I loved your other works, too. 'Bigger Than The Whole Sky' is one that sticks in my mind, too. I know it's short, but it's pity and incredibly well-written. There is just so incredibly heart-breaking about it, but I can't quite put my finger as to why exactly it's so heartbreaking. Is it because we know Satoru is going to die? Or is it because, despite the fact that we know that Satoru is going to die, this scene is just so domestic and warm, and the realisation that he's going to leave it all behind just makes it all the more heartbreaking? Or is it the element of the baby and the fact that he's potentially foregoing the chance to meet his own baby? Is it the realisation that he's got such weight upon his shoulders that for the sake of the masses, he has to sacrifice the chance to meet and welcome his own baby? Or is it because of how attached I am to the character and how, subconsciously, I feel as though I was almost robbed of the opportunity of further exploring the psychology of a character I respect and adore, and how touched I was that you managed to do it so eloquently? Probably, it is all of these factors. Regardless, this fic is one that has a special place in my heart and one which I will think about again and again.

I found out about your blog via 'Three's a Crowd'. I've reread it what, six times? Seven? Eight? Nine? More? I don't even know at this point. But the point is, I absolutely love it. I love the dynamics. I love the setting. I love the characters. I love the sex scenes. I love the tension. I love the dynamism. I love the action. There are just so, so many small little details in this fic that I absolutely love and adore. I keep coming back to this fic for a reason—it is just so fantastic and compelling. I just honestly think it might be one of the sexiest fics that I've ever read. It also fuelled my obsession with Prof. Geto.

I have to say, I watched your whole journey of creating and then publishing your latest Prof. Geto fic, and I honestly feel so, so lucky to have been able to have been a part of this journey. Reading your responses to all these asks was so much fun! Your responses really made me smile. I loved that process, and I've never witnesses anything remotely similar on Tumblr. It was honestly such a treat!

In my personal opinion, 'I Need Someone Older' is your best work. I think it's your best work because it is incredibly clean and slick. It is just so well-polished and thought-through that I, if I were an editor, would have no comments to add, just praise. It was incredibly compelling from start to finish. It was harnessed by two incredibly compelling and dynamic protagonists. It was engaging, fast-paced, witty and clever. The dialogue was incredibly thought-through and yet, at the same time, incredibly natural and authentic. You really managed to capture the essence of how people actually speak while also making it incredibly witty. It's smart. It's sexy. It is so, so good. I keep coming back to it. It is definitely my favourite work of yours and I honestly can't wait for the release of part two. I honestly just think it is so, so good.

As is customary, I would like to thank you for taking the time to manage this blog, write these stories, edit and polish them, and interact with all of us and respond to our asks. I really appreciate and respect the effort.

I just wanted to finish off this message by reiterating that I truly, truly love your work. I love it. I think you're a fantastic writer. And I would love to read more of your work, truly.

I also wanted to say that I just really respect you as an individual. You are just such a lovely person. You always respond to asks in such a lovely way. I can just feel your warmth emanate through the screen.

And I also really respect you as a writer. You are incredibly prodigious. I am impressed by your ability to write so much. But the key thing, in my mind, is that you never waffle. You are able to write lots and lots of content, and that content is excellent. That is impressive. You are impressive.

Thank you, Sab, for sharing your work. Truly. Thank you.

i read this yesterday and i literally read this like six or seven times trying to formulate a response that wasn't just crying lmao but i shall try!! (under a cut because its long)

thank you for checking this blog - i can't believe you check it every day - it means so much that this silly corner of the internet makes you happy :). i'm glad my responses to asks can be entertaining and i very much try to be kind to everyone - like i've said before, you guys makes it very easy because all of you are so lovely!! <3

i'm so glad you've read any of them, much less most of them :). you're so kind to say that - i'm really touched that you enjoy my writing much less that you think i have a knack for it T_T

i'm so glad you enjoyed 'is it over now?' it's one of my favorite things i wrote honestly so it always makes me super happy when someone tells me they enjoyed it :). i'm so glad the sex scenes came across differently because i was concerned about that hahah - i never want my writing to see generic -- i want it to be character and situation specific and i'm very happy that the differences came across to you ahhhhh

honestly it also makes super happy when people enjoy the fics i write that don't have smut in them hahah. yeah i know smut tends to do better overall on tumblr but i really love doing character study like fics and angst as well as fluff. and bigger than the whole sky is kind of all of those?? you're so right that we were so robbed by exploring his psychology - gege does an excellent job at creating these characters and this rich complex backstory, but i hate how sometimes it feels like we don't get to explore other facets of their character.

ok again whenever someone says they reread my fics it makes me all sfkjnjksf (that's not english but thats fine) - honestly that whole fic was born out of me asking hannah what did she want me to write - and shes was like professor au and i was like say less honestly. we had some difficulties working out the logistics of how the relationships would be structured, but honestly i'm so glad it came together the way it did. i'm so glad you love it so much and also the fact you pick up on the little details makes me happy because i always like to sprinkle those throughout my writing :)

the creation of the prof geto fic is so special to me too - i've also never seen something like that happen. it was so funny because i didn't get a ton of asks on this account before there was a sudden outpouring of love for prof geto and three's a crowd and just you guys being incredibly kind to me. and it was so fun and honestly you guys have yourselves to thank for 'i need someone older' because i literally would never have wrote it if it wasn't for you all <3 :)

it was so fun writing the prof geto fic - it was super difficult for me to start because i was just coming off a horrible case of writer's block and i was just staring at the blank page for like a day lmao. but honestly once it started flowing it became easy and so fun to write :). i'm so excited to post part two!! i already have some scenes planned that i'm very eager to write. i'm so glad the dialogue came across well - i always worry that i fight with the border of unrealistic dialogue.

thank you for reading and for being so lovely as well as sending in this incredibly kind message :). i appreciate you guys so much - it means so much when you guys say you love my work - i honestly can't believe it sometimes.

okay after all of that, this part made me closer to crying - i always am concerned about how i come across haha - i don't want to sound boring or mean?? especially because i know tone doesn't come across well over text

you're so sweet - writing is really my passion - it always has been and once i get into a mood like this to write i basically don't wanna do anything else hahah. i'm so glad my content is consistently good - it makes me really happy because i sometimes wonder if my work varies in terms of quality but i'm so happy and grateful you think it doesn't.

thank you so much for being so incredibly kind and sending me this message and reading my work. i cannot express to you how much it means <3

#sab [asks]#sab [anons]#sab [praise]#this literally meant so much to me i had take a business day to respond hahahah #long post

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etherealfroggy · 3 years ago

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So I got home from school yesterday and binged almost the whole season. I stopped halfway through episode 6 cos I had to go to bed but I wanted to share my thoughts so far. SPOILERS AHEAD!!

1. Episode 4 is by far my favourite episode. I've fallen in love with Max this season. And that last sequence about friendship and her realising how loved and wanted she is and just running desperately to the friends she had been running AWAY from all this time was so so beautiful I was BALLINGGGG like real crying lmao. And it resonates so much with me as someone who has dealt with mental health issues. I don't know if I'll ever recover cause I keep replaying that scene in my head. Sadie Sink is amazing and I will be adding "Running Up That Hill" to my liked songs.

2. I think my favorite storyline is definitely the Creel House storyline. I like the gang and they have the most "mystery-solving season one" kind of vibe so I like them the most. Also they're the only ones in Hawkins which will always be my favorite place!

3. El's storyline follows closely behind though. I love her so much and it's so interesting finding out her past and I'm scared of what we'll find but I'm also intrigued and I can't wait for her to work though all these memories and get her powers back.

4. HOPPER IS SUCH A BADASS!! HE FUCKING ESCAPED THE MOTHERLAND ONCE - I KNOW HE CAN DO IT AGAIN.

5. Murray and Joyce are bad ass as well. Glad Murray got to have his karate chop moment in the spotlight lmao

6. I love Argyle (as expected) and I love the dynamic he has going with Jonathan. They're hilarious and their commentary after the roller rink incident was just amazing to watch. I love the actors.

7. So very disappointed in Byler :( I'm still holding onto hope but there's only three and a half episodes of the last season and they haven't hinted to it enough or in a well-enough-executed way. No hints that Mike might like Will back apart from their weird reunion at the airport and the moments where they show Will pining for Mike don't feel natural. Their dynamic is so off and honestly really boring and I hate to admit that. Just Will supporting Mike and nothing else. It's all Will has been doing this whole season and it makes me so mad.

I really hope they don't mess this up. It looks like they might be going down the "unrequited" road or even if they're going for Byler i'm scared its going to be badly executed :( Idk...just feeling like whatever happens I won't like it. I would rather have no byler/will liking mike than have it done badly. Fingers crossed though - maybe they can salvage it in the last episodes.

8. On the same note of Will this season...doubly disappointed. I feel like he has nothing to do again except even worse. Like...all he does is give emotional support to El and Mike and that's it?? They haven't really made it clear how he might be pining over Mike so it really looks like he has nothing personally going on for him. He's my favorite character and the one I was most excited to see really thrive this season. I thought they would give him a chance in the spotlight or at least make him relevant again but NO. Nothing as of now :( And it's really bad because they found a way to handle all the other characters pretty well even though I feared the cast was too large. Fucking Chrissie had more going on for her than William😭

9. I think the California gang is lacking in general honestly. I like Argyle and Jonathan's dynamic and that one-shot shooting sequence was cool but its the most boring storyline this season. I don't really find it interesting tbh and it really sucks not to but oh well🤷

If anyone wants to give their thoughts, feel free - I would really love some reassurance in Byler if there is any😭 I was so sure it was gonna happen this season but so far...it's been a letdown.

#st4 spoilers #stranger things #byler #stranger things 4 #st4

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actuallysaiyan · 3 years ago

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CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K FOLLOWERS! You deserve every single one of them and more! Can I participate in your event PLEASE? 🥺

Since you already did a match-up for me, I'll choose Android 17 as my character and here's all the info you need!

Name: Corethra (Corey for short)

MBTI Type: INFJ

Star Sign: Pisces

Venus Sign: Capricorn

Love Language: Acts Of Service

About Me: I have a tough, foul-mouthed, and sometimes mean front that hides my caring and kind nature. I have high standards for both myself and others and I refuse to lower them nor change for anyone. Accept me as I am or keep it moving. I'm also a bit territorial and I take relationships seriously. No casual flings or hook-ups here! I can come across as demanding and uncompromising but that's only because I want the same respect, passion, and undying loyalty that I'm willing to give my partner and I don't want to be abandoned or betrayed.

I haven't been on a date nor have I had a relationship (still a virgin too) so I'm not really sure about what I'd like to do on a date 😅 But I do enjoy going out to restaurants and playing video games so something involving gaming or food will do!

As for music genre/artist/band, I have a wide variety of music that I enjoy but my main genre is basically anything alternative or rock. My favorite band is Evanescence and my favorite artist is Ciara 😁

I think I'll ask for smut this time 😉

Your Song: At Last- Etta James Headcanons:

When you first met Android 17, he was still cold and distant. He liked you, but it was hard for him to open up to you and actually become your friend. He takes a long time to come to terms with what’s happened to him in life and you really help him see the beauty of life.

As you grow closer, Android 17 finds himself feeling things he thought he’d never feel again. You were becoming someone so important in his life and he found himself wanting to spend more time with you and he hates the way other people look at you. He doesn’t want anyone to ask you out or date you.

It was actually Krillin and his sister, Android 18, who were the ones that got you two together. They noticed how close you were to each other and Android 18 told her brother to ask you out on a date. He was very nervous about it, since he had developed a crush on you by this point.

The first date was awkward, but you both had a wonderful time. Android 17 brought you to a very nice restaurant and though you both were nervous, it felt nice to finally have some alone time and actually go on a real date. He didn’t know exactly what to say to you, but every time you laughed, he felt his heart skip a beat.

It took some time for the two of you to fully feel comfortable around one another. You were worried that maybe he wasn’t fully committed, and he worried that you weren’t interested enough in him. But when he kissed you for the first time, everything fell into place.

You both love to spend time together, either playing video games, taking a walk in the woods or just spending quality time together. Android 17 feels the most comfortable with you and he knows he can be his true self with you. He doesn’t need to hide anything from you and he doesn’t have to be cold or distant with you.

Lots of cuddles. He feels like he is so safe in your arms, and he knows that you feel the same way about him. He’ll pull you onto his chest and wrap his arms around you while you both snuggle while watching a movie. It’s one of the best feelings in the world.

Android 17 treats you like a princess. He will do absolutely anything to see you smile, and he always has your best interests at heart. He will never do anything to make you sad intentionally. He’s also very much into buying or making you little gifts or doing kind things for you.

On the flip side, you are quick to treat Android 17 like he is the greatest thing in the world. This dynamic works so well for the two of you as you are both so willing to be caring and generous to one another, making you both feel like a million dollars.

Whenever you’re in public, he can get a little possessive in a sense. He doesn’t want anyone else checking you out. He can’t help but feel jealous of anyone who thinks they can get some action with you. Thankfully for him, you are so quick to shut those creeps down. Android 17 has nothing to worry about while he’s with you, and same goes for you.

Being intimate together after being apart:

His movements are rough and needy as he picks you up and throws you onto the bed. It’s a little bit playful in a way, but you know that if you tease him for too long, he will definitely get rougher than this. It’s not often that Android 17 gets this way, but when it’s been a while since you’ve been intimate together.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters against the soft spot on your neck. You groan as he bites down gently, leaving only light teeth marks.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you manage to say between your labored breath. One of his hands is already down your panties, rubbing your clit.

“I missed you too. I can’t wait to show you how much,”

His words go straight to your core. You shudder softly as his fingers finally pump into you, your walls stretching to accommodate him. It feels so good and he’s barely done anything to you yet. The excitement from seeing again after him being gone so long is what’s making you this aroused.

“Are you already going to cum?” There’s a mocking tone in his voice as he slows his pace. You can feel your orgasm subsiding as he slows to a stop.

“Seventeen,” you whine. “Why would you stop like that?” He chuckles and leans in to quiet you with a soft and passionate kiss.

“Because I just love the way you beg me.” He admits, curling his fingers to stimulate your g spot. Your eyes roll back in your head as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, this time his thumb comes to bully your clit.

“Gonna fucking cum!” You cry out, bucking up against his hand. He speeds up in the best way possible, never letting up on the pressure.

“Cum all over my fingers, beautiful. I want to feel you come undone.”

That’s all you need as your toes curl and your vision cuts to static. You mewl his name as your orgasm wracks all throughout your body. Android 17 is palming himself through his jeans while he watches you cum.

It doesn't take long for him to get himself undressed and push himself deeply into you. You both moan as he bottoms out, his balls plush against your ass. He’s trying to contain himself as best as he can, but it’s proving to be too much.

“I love you,”

#actuallysaiyan's 1k followers event #bacon's 1k followers event #android 17 #android 17 x you #android 17 x reader #android 17 x y/n #android 17 smut #android 17 lemon #dragon ball z #dragon ball z x you #dragon ball z smut

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airis-paris14 · 4 years ago

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Wonder What She Thinks 4

Summary: She learns to put herself first and he loses the best thing he ever had.

Masterlist || 4 || 5

I’m not the jealous type, I like the other guys, I wish you all the best, I’ll help you pick her dress… I’m actually happy for you. - “Wonder What she Thinks of Me” Chloe x Halle

“I can’t believe y’all are making me do this,” Zoe huffed as she dipped all three tests in the cup by the sink. “Girl please,” Sylia dismissed, “you’re lucky you got a roommate who’s an OB. I can spot a pregnant lady from a mile away.”

“And if you’re not pregnant, at least you know you aren’t,” Kenois shrugged from her position on the closed toilet. “And what if I am?” Zoe frowned, setting the tops back on each of the clear blue tests. “What do you wanna do? You wanna terminate? Give up for adoption? Keep?”

“I wanna keep it. I can financially support a baby and I’m already kind of attached to the idea of having a little me running around. I just don’t know how the father is gonna take it,” the young nurse admitted. “Who is the baby daddy?” Kenois prodded. “Is it that dude you had the one-night stand with?”

“That’s the only timeline that fits.” Zoe tapped her fingers on the counter behind her. “Well, at least it isn’t T’Challa’s. With his engagement he-“ Sylvia trailed off noticing the change in her friend's face. “Unless the one-night stand was T’Challa.” She raised an eyebrow and Zoe dropped her face into her hands.

“Zoe,” Kenois groaned.

“I know. I know. I regretted it as soon as it happened,“ She moaned. “Not that! How come you didn’t tell us!”

“You said you hadn’t heard from him in months,” Sylia frowned. “I haven’t. We had a drunken conversation when I spotted him out, I cussed him out for ghosting, he made the usual promises, and we had sex. I left before he even woke up the next morning,” Zoe shrugged. “And now you’re having an engaged man’s baby,” Kenois added.

“We don’t know that she’s pregnant yet,” Sylvia pushed back. “I thought you could spot a pregnant lady from a mile away?” Zoe teased.

“Heaux, I'm tryna help you!”Sylia kissed her teeth.

The group dissolved into laughter and Zoe raised her hands in surrender. “Besides I’d be a bad doctor if I didn’t consider that the symptoms I’m seeing couldn’t be the result of something else, like your recent switch in birth control, which you should really stop taking until we can get an official test done in the lab.”

The nurse nodded before looking at her two best friends. “What would I do without y’all?” She began tearing up and the other women pulled her into a group hug. “You’ll never have to find out, because we’ll always be here,” Kenois pulled back, wiping her friend’s tears. Sylia nodded in agreement. “We’ll be here every step of the way. I’ll deliver the baby, and Kenois will be her pediatrician until she graduates college, then we’ll all cry as we watch our baby go off and live life.”

“What if it’s a boy?” Kenois teased. The gynecologist shrugged, “He’d throw off the dynamic, but we’d make it work. Make sure he knows how to treat a woman and get him all dressed up in little suits and sweaters.” Sylia gushed.

“Y’all, I’m terrified,” Zoe whispered out, causing her friends to stop their chatter. “I mean I’m not married, my baby’s father is royalty and engaged to someone who is not me-“ Zoe paused before dropping her head between her knees, “and I kissed Michael,” she moaned. “Umm come again?”Kenois demanded with a smile covering her face. “When he took me to the club last night, we kissed,” she repeated.

“Okay, well how do you feel about it?” Sylia pried, trying to understand where her friend's head was at. “I loved it,” the nurse sighed. “I loved being with him, but this is gonna mess all that up.”

“You don’t know that,” Sylia soothed, hopping up to sit next to her friend. “And if he’s gonna stop talking to you over this, then he wasn’t the right one in the first place,” Kenois added. “Y’all are close because you communicate well. So sit him down and just talk about it. See where his head is at before you assume your friendship or relationship is over.”

“I don’t know. If I’m pregnant, it’s not just me anymore. I’ll have a child and we’ll be a package deal. He didn’t sign up for that.”

“At least give Michael a chance to prove you wrong,” Kenois frowned, wiping her friend’s tears. Zoe nodded as they heard the front door open and shut. “You expecting anybody?” Sylia looked at her two roommates who shook their heads.

“Iman! Sylia! Keni! Y’all left your door open again! Where y’all at?”

“Damn that nigga yelling like he pay rent,” Kenois laughed and shook her head. “I’ll go get him,” Zoe wiped her face and left the bathroom. “Where y’all at?” Michael yelled, bumping into Zoe as she came into the living room. “We were in my bathroom. And you just walking into people’s houses now?”

“Y’all the one with an open door policy. I just took advantage. No one was answering my calls and I was knocking on the door for ten minutes,” Michael moved around her to place takeout bags on their kitchen table, “Y’all need to stop doing that, what if I was some dude tryna do y’all harm?” He pulled Zoe-Iman into a hug and she relaxed in his embrace before he pulled away.

“Well I’d be calling the police right now, not standing in the kitchen,” Zoe smirked following him as he started pulling food out of the takeout bags. “Haha,” he deadpanned, “just try and lock the door, please. I already worry about y’all enough as is. Three black women living alone in this non-gated apartment complex. Weirdos just be walking in off the street-“

“Like you?”

Michael stopped and frowned, “You bout to make me pack up this breakfast and leave Iman.”

“I’m just kidding I’m sorry,” she walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist. He reciprocated the gesture and frowned as she finished speaking, “We’ll do better at locking the door. Your concern is noted and appreciated.”

“Why you been crying?”

Zoe blanched, remembering the cause of her tears. Michael had that magic effect, he could make her worries fade away effortlessly. “Oh,” she mumbled, looking away before he turned her face back to his. “I just wanna help Iman.” He searched her face as her muscles relaxed. Zoe cleared her throat,” I might be pregnant,” she answered. The room went silent and Michael dropped his hand from her face. “Okay, have you taken a test? You need me to get some?”

The nurse shook her head, “That’s what we were doing in the bathroom. Just waiting for the timer to go off. It’s probably gone off by now though,” she murmured. “Okay,” the actor ran his hand over his head, “You wanna go look?”

Zoe shook her head, “Not yet. I’m actually terrified to go back in there.”

She and Michael chuckled, “Do you know who the father is?”

“T’Challa.” She whispered.

“I thought you hadn’t seen him in months?”

“I haven’t, but before the disco club, we had a drunk one-night thing about two months ago. I was so embarrassed when I woke up. I left before he got up and swore I’d never tell anybody. Then I broke it off with him after the first night at the club and here we are,” she explained. Michael pulled her in for another hug and the two stood in the kitchen laying on each other just enjoying the embrace. “You know, this doesn’t change how I feel about you,” Michael started.

“Really?”

He nodded, his chin remained stationed on her head, “If we get together. I want all of you and that includes the child growing inside of you. They are a piece of you and for that, I already know I’m gonna love them. Even if we don’t work out as a couple, you and this child will always have me.”

Zoe felt tears filling her eyes and Michael laughed as she tried to hide it, “You so emotional” he laughed wiping her tears. “It’s not funny. It’s probably hormones,” she excused standing up to wipe her own tears. “It’s definitely hormones,” Sylia interjected from where she stood at the entrance to the kitchen. “All three?” Zoe asked and her friend nodded. “What do you mean?” Michael frowned. “All three of the pregnancy tests came back positive,” Sylia elaborated.

****

“You can’t see it right?” Zoe fretted checking to see if her five-month baby bump was visible in her dress. “No, but I still think you should tell him” Kenois pushed while watching her friend search for her shoes. Zoe stood up with one shoe in her hand, “And say what? I haven't seen you in 3 months but I’m having your baby. Oh and congratulations on getting married!” The nurse rolled her eyes and bent back down to slip the heel on her foot.

“He deserves to know he is going to have an heir in six months. Preferably before he gets married.” Kenois's eyes followed her friend as she moved around the room. “He made the decision to delete my number,” Zoe-Iman argued. “He wanted me out of his life so that he could curate this perfect image with this perfect bride and now I have to show up at their perfect wedding to play the perfect supportive best friend when I haven’t seen this man in months. He obviously still knows where we live so if he wanted to have me in his life he would have come by. But he didn’t. I will not put my child through the heartbreak of only having a father who will love them in secret.”

“Iman-“

“That is my final decision,” the nurse interrupted, grabbing her purse off of the bed and walking into the front room. “You’re going to regret this,” Kenois sighed, turning off the light and following her out.

“Hey hey,” Michael stood up off of the couch hugging Kenois then pulling his girlfriend in for a hug and kiss. “Hey baby,” Zoe smiled. “How’d you get in, I’m sure we double-locked the door last night,” Kenois asked, watching her friend interact with her new boo. Even though she was upset that Zoe-Iman wouldn’t tell T’Challa that they were expecting, she was very happy her friend had moved on. She’d watched the prince string her along for years, pretending he’d only wanted to be friends while doing everything a boyfriend should do. Zoe tried to explain it away, but Kenois saw the signs. She knew T’Challa would only break her girl’s heart and she was glad Michael could intervene and show Zoe what real love looked like.

“I let him in,” Sylia replied, leaving the kitchen with two bottles of water, handing one to the actor. “But, thank you for locking the door. Gives me some peace of mind. Especially with my main man staying here too,” Michael reached for Zoe’s bump as she swatted his hand away. “Stop. I’ve got it draped just right so my bump is hidden,” the mother fussed. “Girl,” Sylia raised an eyebrow, “that’s like trying to hide a boulder under a blanket,” the woman teased and shook her head. Zoe-Iman scoffed, “Wooow,” Zoe squinted, “I just don’t want all eyes on me. I just wanna get there, play the supportive best friend, and leave. No questions and no pitiful looks from anyone who can make an educated guess. And moreover, no drama in the press. I want a clean break.”

Ima, you know y’all are having a baby right? That’s never gonna be possible,” Michael took her hand in his and squeezed. Zoe looked away biting her lip. “Unless you’re still not planning to tell him he’s having a baby?” Sylia raised an eyebrow.

“I am the one having the baby! Not him,” Zoe insisted. “Baby, you should at least give him the option to have the child in his life. Tell him now and if he cuts y’all off again it’s his loss and you never have to see him again. But him being involved in this child’s life, is not your decision to make. He should know.” Michael frowned and lifted her face to his.

“I’ll think about it. But it won’t be today. I can’t do that to his fiancée on her wedding day,” Zoe grabbed a light jacket and walked out of the apartment leaving her boyfriend, and best friends behind.

****

“You okay?” Michael whispered in his lady’s ear. His hand rested on her lower back guiding her to their seats in the grand venue. “Right as rain,” she sighed, accepting his help to sink down in the seat. “We’re gonna go find the guys,” Kenois let the couple know before she and Sylia wandered off. “You’re ruining your perfect drape,” Michael teased as he lifted her hand that had started rubbing her five-month belly. A nervous habit she’d acquired since the moment it appeared. “Thank you,” she offered a shy smile.

“You ever think about your wedding?” Michael asked. “Sometimes,” Iman shrugged.

“Well, what’s it like?” Michael nudged her shoulder.

“I don’t want anything this big, but I want to go all out for the people I love. Small guest list, but really over the top. Flowers from ceilings, dance floors, chandeliers, maybe that really good quality fake grass in some areas so I can walk around without my shoes on.”

“I don’t understand why you always wanna be barefoot,” Michael shook his head and bit his lip. The expectant woman shrugged, “It’s the country in me. My toes feel trapped in socks and shoes. You ever walked a creek?”

“Walk a creek?”

“Yeah we used to have this creek through our yard and we’d take off our shoes, roll up our pants, and wade down the stream. Just walking on the rocks.”

“With the fish and everything?” His eyes bugged. Iman laughed, “You leave them alone, they leave you alone. Besides I learned to swim in a lake, fish don’t scare me anymore.”

“You swam in lake water? Y’all wildin’,” the actor cackled. The nurse elbowed him before joining in his amusement. “It’s not that bad. At least it ain’t got sharks,” she reasoned.

“Umm-hmm, all I know is you’d have to convince me before I go hopping in a lake anytime soon.”

“We can start with creeks and work our way up. Once the little bean is old enough, I definitely wanna make it a tradition. I want Lil bean to appreciate nature and the finer luxuries in life equally.”

“Like a boujee country hybrid?”

“Exactly,” Iman smiled, “Imma take them to the camp I went to-“

“ZoeZoe,” Camden tapped the mother on her shoulder, “What’s up Mike?” he dapped him up before addressing Zoe.

“T wants to see you,” Camden sighed. Zoe felt her heart drop, “Me? Why does he want to see me?”

“Look, I wish I knew but he’s throwing a mini tantrum. I just need him to either call off the wedding or be out here at that altar in fifteen minutes and you’re the only one he’s gonna listen to.”

Zoe huffed as Michael helped her up from the seat. “You’re a lifesaver Iman,” Camden kissed her cheek as he took Michael’s position and escorted her to T’Challa’s dressing room.

“Yeah, yeah,” she sighed. “How’s the little bean?” Camden asked as they navigated the long hallways of the venue. Zoe smiled and glanced at her little baby bump, “They’re great. Their little heartbeat is easily my favorite thing to hear in the world.”

Camden smiled as she talked about her child. He, like the rest of their friend group, was ecstatic to welcome their new addition. He or she was gonna be everybody's nephew, or niece since Iman insisted it was a little girl. He was also glad that Iman moved on from his friend, he loved T, but the man was too indecisive for his own good. He’d definitely lost a jewel in choosing Nakia over Iman. Not that he didn’t like Nakia, she seemed like a really sweet woman, but T’Challa had so much history with Iman that nothing would be able to replace it. Especially now that they were having a baby.

The A&T alum stopped in front of a suite door and sighed. “This is it,” he reached for the door but paused when Zoe stopped him. “Is my bump, is it noticeable?” She bit her lip and Camden scrunched up his face. “Yeah, but why you trying to hide it?” The nurse's face said it all, “You haven’t told him?”

Camden led Zoe away from the door and into a private corridor. “I knew y’all weren’t on good terms, but Zoe you have to tell him! How would you feel if a girl had my baby and kept it from me?”

“This isn’t the same! T’Challa is a prince. T’Challa is engaged! It’s his wedding day for god's sake. I can’t ruin this day for him!” she whisper yelled. Cam sucked his teeth, “Girl, you know that man would end this whole ceremony for you in a heart-“

“No, no he wouldn’t. This whole image ordeal has changed him. Maybe in college, he would have done that but I’m not what he’s so desperately searching for. Add in a baby and I’m definitely not what he needs anymore. He’ll be fine,” Zoe insisted.

“Look I cannot force you to tell him, but if you do not, I will. And that’s a promise,” Camden cut Zoe off as she opened her mouth. The young mother sighed and walked back over to the door. She knocked twice before letting herself in. “T’Challa?”

The groom looked up as Zoe shut the door behind her. “You came,” his face softened. Zoe took a moment to see how much he’d aged in the past three months. His eyes looked tired and he hadn’t been eating well. He looked like this quarter of a year had been exam week every week. He stood and reached for her hand but she moved away. “You look nice,” she offered, looking him over quickly. “I look like a joke,” the king scoffed. The pair stared at each other in silence. “Am I making the right decision?” The prince asked.

“You’re asking me?” Zoe raised an eyebrow.

“Iman, I always ask for your advice.”

“Yes, but you do realize you’re asking me whether or not you should marry the woman whom you cut me out of your life for right?”

“I-“ the king walked over to the couch and sunk into it. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I feel so lost without you by my side Iman. I want you to be the one wearing white and walking down the aisle at this white wedding-“

“That’s not what I want anymore T’Challa. You threw me away like I meant nothing to you. At her first suggestion, you erased me from your life.”

The future king stood and moved closer to her but Zoe-Iman moved in the opposite direction. “I made a mistake Iman. If I could take it back I would-“

“But you can’t.” She cut him off. “What you fail to understand is that you broke me T’Challa. You strung me along with promises of a relationship for years. Then we started being together physically and there were more promises. Then you broke my heart and didn’t even stay around to make sure it would start beating again. You just vanished, then we had that one night, and I realized I had to protect myself. Which meant leaving you behind. We both made the best decisions for ourselves at that moment. Only one of us regrets it. I want us to just be friends.”

“I can’t just be friends!”

“Well your majesty, that's your decision and your problem,” Zoe shrugged. “But I’m here now,” the prince insisted, “I’ll stay this time. I’m gonna call off this wedding to show you my promises aren’t empty.”

Zoe raised a hand to stop his rambling, “T’Challa stop. Call off this wedding because you don’t love Nakia, not because you want to prove something to me. I have already moved on, or I’m trying to,” she admitted.

“You are with somebody else? Already?”

“We were never together, T'Challa. You made that very clear,” the mother reminded, “You were dating and proposing to other women the whole time we were having sex. So don’t say anything to me about finding someone who is proud to be with me in front of everyone. Someone who loves me out loud. I am happy now, and I want that for you. It just will not be with me.”

“So that is it? There will never be anything between us in any official capacity?”

Zoe fidgeted with her hands, “I wouldn’t say that your majesty,” she rested a hand on her bump.”We will be forever linked.”

“You are pregnant?” His eyes widened as Zoe smoothed out her dress to reveal her bump. The prince looked like tears would fall any second.

“We didn’t use protection that last time in the hotel, and I was switching birth controls. But obviously, I wasn’t thinking about that when I was drunk,” Zoe rambled. “May I?” The king interrupted, gesturing towards her stomach. The nurse nodded and the king bent down running a hand over her bump biting his lip. “Zoe,” he looked up, “I have to marry the mother of my child.”

“T’Challa no,” she stepped back, “We can co-parent but I have found something else worth fighting for. I won’t marry you just because I am having your child.”

“Iman please,” the prince begged, “I can’t lose you and this child on the same day.”

“No T’Challa. Do whatever you feel necessary today, marry Nakia or not, but everyone thought you at least deserved to at least know you were having a child. I did not do this to win you back.”

“And what about you? You were not going to tell me, my love?”

“Don’t call me that,” Zoe replied, purposely ignoring his question. “Zoe-“

“Whatever decision you make about Nakia, it does not matter to me. They just thought you should know so you can decide how or if you want to be in this child’s life.”

The king stood and nodded. “I want to be there, I will be there. But it will take some time, just trust me.”

“You are not making this promise to me, you are making a promise to this child. There is nothing for me to forgive,”

“Ayy, T’Challa we gotta go man. Make a decision!” Camden banged on the door. “Just promise you will forgive me. I need you to promise-“

“What am I forgiving?”

“Just promise me,” T’Challa pleaded as he grabbed his suit jacket, pausing to kiss Zoe’s cheek. “I love you,” he cupped her cheek before hurrying out of the door.

“What’s he gonna do?” Camden asked, walking in and offering her his arm to lead her back to her seat. “I don’t know, but I told him about the baby.”

“And?”

“I truly don’t know. He just said it would take time. Well, he asked me to marry him then when I rejected his offer, he asked me to forgive him and wait for him.”

“Forgive him for what?” Camden asked. “I don’t know,” Zoe glanced at the altar, “but I have a feeling we are about to find out.” She gave Camden a quick hug before re-finding her seat in the venue.

****

“Well that was awkward,” Michael whispered in Zoe’s ear as he helped her settle into her seat at their assigned table. “Stop,” Zoe hit his shoulder fighting off her own laughter. He only offered a grin as he took his own seat next to her. “You feeling okay? You need anything?” The expectant mother shook her head, I’m fine. Just ready to go honestly.”

Michael nodded and wrapped an arm around her shoulder before the master of ceremonies stole their attention. After each member of the bridal party had been introduced came the moment Zoe had been dreading since T’Challa appeared at the altar in the front of the church. “Now presenting, for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. T’Challa Udaku, Their Royal Highnesses Prince and Princess of Wakanda!” The young married couple processed in and Zoe immediately regretted even showing up. Sensing her distress, Michael wraps her hand in his own and leaned into her ear, “I can’t wait to do that with you. If you’ll let me of course.” Zoe smiled at her boyfriend and bit her lip, “You want me to have your last name?”

“Yeah if you’ll take it,” the actor grinned. Their conversation was interrupted once again by the MC as T’Challa and Nakia headed to the floor for their first dance. As the song cued up Zoe turned back to the actor, “What if I wanna hyphenate?”

“You wanna be Mrs. James-Jordan?” The actor stared. The mother took a moment to think before giggling and shaking her head, “Nah, Mrs. Jordan sounds better.”

“Damn right it does,” Michael pulled her in closer as they broke out into quiet laughter. Across the room, T’Challa’s attention was pulled to the sound of Zoe’s laughter. He never stopped dancing, but his new wife could tell that she’d lost his attention. Not wanting to make a scene, she laid her head back on his chest and sighed, hoping she’d made the right decision in bowing to her father's wishes. Sure she loved T’Challa, but she couldn’t help feeling that his heart belonged to another. He’d been doing well for the last six months leading up to the wedding but all day, it seemed that his attention had been elsewhere and the bride couldn’t help but feel neglected. She snuck a glance at the woman who her husband had been staring at all night. She was here with a man, who seemed to be her significant other. They’d been giggling and sneaking glances the whole day and Nakia found them quite adorable. She hoped that she and T’Challa would get to that point one day, including the slight baby bump she could make out under the woman’s dress. Not because it was overly noticeable, but simply because she’d been longing to see the same bulge on her own form for a few months. As the dance ended, Nakia watched the man lead the mysterious woman out of the main room onto one of the many ballroom balconies. With the couple out of the room, T’Challa’s attention turned back to her and they continued through the reception motions. After receiving her plate of food, Nakia glanced out on the balcony to see the couple slow dancing as the sunset behind them. The boyfriend had the woman’s shoes in his hands as she danced barefoot on the marble tile. She smiled to herself and made a note to try and escape to one with T’Challa before the night was over.

****

“You thought about any names?” Michael murmured as he swayed slowly to Zoe-Iman’s slow dancing playlist. All the Man I Need by Whitney Houston was pouring out of her phone as the two held each other close. “I don’t know, I’ve really only ever thought about girl names to be honest.”

“What do you like for a girl?”

“I’m between Oyne and Ellijay for her first name. But for her middle name, I love Ka’iulani.”

“That’s different,” Michael hummed. “It’s Hawaiian. It means royal sacred one. Kind of ironic given her parentage, but I’ve had it picked out for years.”

“I think it’s beautiful,” Michael pulled back and leaned down to peck her lips. Without her heels, Zoe’s 5’6 frame seemed short compared to his six-foot stature. “You want me to help you think of some boy names,” he offered as the song switched to Blue by Beyoncé. “Maybe, if T’Challa comes around I’d like to let him name it if Lil bean is a boy,” Zoe revealed. “That’s fair,” the star nodded as Zoe returned to her position on his chest, “I’m glad you told him,” Michael smiled. “Yeah, it feels better knowing that he knows.” Zoe agreed. “What made you change your mind?”

“Cam threatened to tell him if I didn’t.” Michael laughed and Zoe fought back a grin of her own. “Cam is always playing the big brother.”

“And he does it well,” Zoe sighed as the song switched to I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston. The couple settled into quiet, Michael placed a kiss on Zoe’s lips as the balcony door further down opened and interrupted their silence. “Oh, I didn’t know that the balconies were all connected,” Nakia apologized once they noticed Michael and Zoe’s music playing. T’Challa eyes were glued to the way Michael was holding Zoe, kicking himself for never dancing with her when she asked.

He recognized this song as one of her favorites and felt his heart crack even more. She was glowing with happiness and he hated that he’d never get to be the reason for it. “It’s alright,” Zoe reassured the new queen, “We should probably go eat anyway.” Zoe looked up at Michael who agreed. “Congratulations, to both of you,” Michael smiled. “You two as well,” Nakia grinned, glancing at Zoe’s tiny bump. “Sorry,” Zoe looked confused before Nakia quickly elaborated, “On the baby,” she gestured and Zoe froze as did T’Challa. If only this poor woman knew, “Oh thank you,” Michael squeezed her hand in reassurance before they grabbed her phone and headed inside.

“I think I’m ready to go,” Zoe sighed. “Aight then. You wanna wait here while I go grab our stuff from the table?” The mother nodded. With a final kiss to her forehead, Michael headed off and someone else caught her attention. “You can not leave without saying hello to your sister,” Shuri grinned. “A smile spread across Zoe’s face at the sight of the princess. The teen pulled her into a quick hug, frowning when she felt the bump, but the Queen mother joined in before she could ask any questions. “ I knew I had been dreaming of fish lately,” she whispered in Zoe’s ear before pulling back from the hug. “Hey,” Michael smiled, confusion lacing his eyes as Zoe stepped back from the queen. “Michael, this is Her Majesty Queen Ramonda, Queen Mother of Wakanda, and Her Royal Highness Shuri Udaku, Princess of Wakanda. T’Challa’s mother and sister. This is Michael B. Jordan, my boyfriend.” Zoe introduced and couldn’t miss the slight frown that ghosted Ramonda’s face. “It is so nice to meet you both,” Michael grinned, kissing both Ramonda and Shuri’s hands.

“It is nice to meet you as well. Are you all leaving?”

Zoe nodded, “Yes, the little one has worn me out for the day.” The Queen chuckled and nodded, “Yes I’m afraid they will drain your energy from now on. We should have lunch though, are you free tomorrow?” Nodding, the queen and Iman scheduled a time and place to meet up. After a quick detour to say hello to the king and goodbye to their friends, the young couple was finally able to escape the party.

You never told me what exactly happened when you went to talk to T’Challa,” Michael traced his fingers leisurely over Zoe’s arms as she lay in between his legs. “Nothing much,” she sighed. “He asked me if he should marry Nakia, and of course I wanted to cuss him out.”

Michael chuckled as Zoe continued, “Once I explained why that question was inappropriate for him to ask me, he finally revealed that he wanted to get back together and I turned him down, told him that I was pregnant, and-“ Zoe hesitated remembering what had happened next. She bit down on her lip as she felt Michael shift below her. “And what?”

“He asked me to marry him and I rejected him,” she finished. “Asked you to marry him?! Is he serious?”

“I don’t know but I flat out told him that it would never happen, I had something else worth fighting for and I wasn’t just gonna leave it behind,” she smiled up at him. “Damn right, I’m not giving you up without a fight, but are you sure it’s not a law or something?”

Zoe frowned, “I hadn’t thought about it but he’s gonna have to figure it out. Either that or I’m having two husbands.” Michael scoffed as Zoe died of laughter, “Nah, once you Mrs. Michael B Jordan I am not sharing you with anyone but Lil bean.”

*****

“And T’Challa knows about this?” King T’Chaka frowned. The royal family and Zari had been enjoying a rather peaceful lunch as Zari caught them up to speed about what had been going on for the almost two years since her visit to Wakanda. “Yes sir, I told him yesterday.”

“Yesterday? And he still married Nakia?” Shuri exclaimed. “Not that I don’t like her,” Shuri clarified under her parent’s stare. “Why did you wait so late to tell him, sweet girl?” Ramonda frowned.

Zari looked up confused, “T’Challa cut me out of his life about four months ago. Yesterday was the first time I’d seen him since then.”

“He told us that he was talking to you often.”

The mother shook her head, “I think Nakia got suspicious of how close we were and he blocked me on everything.”

“How did this happen then?” The king gestured at her bump. Zoe felt the blood rush to her face, “One day we saw each other in passing and he convinced me that he was ready to make our relationship official with you all-“

“So when you came to visit, there was something going on between the both of you?” Ramonda interrupted.

“Yes ma’am. T’Challa insisted it stay a secret-“

“Because he thought I would not approve?” Zoe nodded and the aging king sighed. “Dear girl I- We- have all always approved of you. In T’Challa’s younger years I was very adamant about him not marrying an outsider, but we all mellow with age.” The king and Zoe laughed, “I want you to know, and I believe I speak for everyone when I say, that we are all overjoyed at welcoming a new member of our family.”

Zoe teared up as Shuri, the king, and the queen all reached for her hands. “I’m sorry, I've been a bit of an emotional mess recently.”

“Totally understandable, it will only get worse as they get older.” Ramonda smiled. “Well let's celebrate!” The king clapped, “if I recall correctly, Raspberry Cheesecake is your favorite dessert?” The king smiled. Zoe-Iman wiped her eyes as a laugh tumbled out from her lips. “Yes, your majesty.”

“Please! No formalities before and none required now. You are carrying my first grandchild. Father or baba is fine with me if it is fine with you,” the older man smiled before ordering a raspberry cheesecake to be brought to the table.

***

“So, who was the girl from yesterday?” Nakia rubbed the last of the coconut oil on her hands into her skin before placing the lid back on the jar. “Who?” T’Challa asked, walking out of the closet buttoning the second to last button on his shirt. “The girl from the balcony. You were staring at her and her boyfriend the whole night.” Nakia stood and shrugged out of her robe to step into her outfit for the day. “Oh, you mean Zari? I wasn’t staring at her,” the prince replied, sliding into his shoes. He watched as his new wife slipped her dress over her form and turned so he could zip it up for her.

Nakia laughs, “T’Challa you were staring so hard I’m surprised the poor girl didn’t have a hole burned through her head.” The woman turned to smooth his shirt and smiled up at the frowning prince. “Aren’t wives usually upset about things like this?”

“Should I be?” Nakia suddenly frowned. “No, but it just seems like you wouldn’t like the idea of me staring at another woman.”

Nakia stepped away to slip into her shoes. “Well, I wasn’t, but you are starting to make me feel like I should be upset. She had a boyfriend, who she’s expecting a baby with. I assumed she was just a friend you had not seen in a while. Besides, you married me so I hoped I had nothing to worry about.” She grabbed her purse before turning back to her husband. “You do not have anything to worry about. She is, was, a really close friend at one point she was more than a friend.” The newly married man admitted.

“How recently was this, we’ve only been dating for a little while,” Nakia raised her eyebrow. “She was the girl whose number I deleted,” the prince sighed. Nakia set her purse down and wiped a hand over her face. “T’Challa, be honest with me. Is there any chance that the baby could be yours?”

T’Challa cleared his throat, “We will be late-”

“Do not ignore me T’Challa! I am your wife, no matter how much I am regretting this expedited engagement.”

“The child is mine.”

Nakia nodded, “And just when were you going to tell me? When the child was born and you suddenly have an heir who did not come from my womb!”

“I just found out yesterday!”

“Do your parents know?”

“I am not sure,” the future king sighed. “Then we need to tell them today, at brunch.” Nakia grabbed her clutch and walked out before turning around. “And do not even think about returning to the same bed as me tonight.”

***

Michael: I’m outside when you are ready love

Zoe-Iman smiled at the text message that dinged across her screen. She finished the last bite of her cheesecake and looked up at the family. “I really hate to leave, but I have a doctor’s appointment to get to.”

“You’re not driving, are you? We can have someone take you if you’d like?” Ramonda offered, concerned at the thought of the pregnant woman driving alone. Iman stood from the table and the rest of the family followed, “No, Michael is outside waiting to take me.”

“Good,” King T’Chaka smiled, “He sounds like a keeper.” the older man winked. “I think he is,” Zoe laughed.”Next time, you bring him to lunch as well. We want to meet him.” Ramonda grinned. “I’ll let him know,” Zari promised, “It all works out because you all have crazy schedules, we’ll schedule it ahead of time.”

“You got my American number right? So we can facetime?” Shuri double-checked. “Got it,” Zari reassured showing her where the number was saved in her phone as ‘little sister’. “When you call please make sure you talk to us as well. I wanna know everything,” Ramonda reminded Zoe and laughed.

“I promise, I’ll text Shuri an update after my appointment. Can you all make sure T’Challa receives them as well, we still don’t have any contact.”

The monarchs frowned before T’Chaka nodded, “I’ll talk to him about that as well. For now, we will make sure the messages get passed along.” Each member of the family pulled Zoe in for a hug, Ramonda pressing a kiss to her forehead before letting the girl go. She waved goodbye as some of the waitstaff cleared and replaced their table settings. Glancing down to text Michael back she walked into someone before realizing it was the prince himself, with his new wife. Nakia glanced at her husband before offering Zoe a tight smile. “Your highnesses,” Zoe-Iman bowed her head in respect. Nakia bowed her head in return, “I don’t believe we’ve officially met. I’m Zoe-Iman, but you can call me Zoe.”

“Nice to meet you,” Nakia replied, wishing that she didn’t know what she knew. “What are you doing here?” T’Challa asked. “I- your mother, she invited me to brunch, to catch up.”

“You’re already leaving?”

“I have a doctor’s appointment-”

“Is everything okay?” T’Challa interrupted looking panicked. “Yes, it's just my bi-weekly check-up.”

“You’re going alone?” Nakia interjected, not wanting T’Challa to go, but understanding she had absolutely nothing to resent this woman for. “No, my boyfriend Michael is waiting outside,” Zoe glanced at her phone that held several missed text messages, “And he’s freaking out slightly so I should probably get going. It was nice to see you both. I’ll send any news to Shuri if you’d like to hear what happens,” the expecting mother glanced up at the king. He only nodded in reply before Zoe took her cue and hightailed it out of the door.

****

“Mrs. Jordan?” the nurse called and Michael nudged his girlfriend to stand up. “You think you’re slick don’t you?” Zoe laughed as he helped her out of her seat. “Manifestation,” he winked as she slightly waddled over to the smiling woman. “Zoe-Iman you didn’t tell me you’d gotten married?!” Kenisha gasped as she led her coworker to the back. “I didn’t,” the mother rolled her eyes and hugged her friend, “Michael’s trying to be funny.”

The actor had become well known to many of the women in the office, even before he officially started dating Zoe. He’d always show up waiting to take her out to lunch, or bring her lunch on days he knew she couldn’t step away or he didn’t have much free time. “A test run huh?” she wiggled her eyebrows at Michael as he helped Zoe onto the scale. ��You better believe it. It sounds good too doesn’t it?”

Kenisha laughed,” That it does. Sylia will be in in a minute. She just got back from the hospital.”

“What happened?” Zoe asked as she waddled behind the nurse into the exam room and Michael helped her onto the bed. “Girl, Peggy Johnson almost went into labor when her husband did one of them tik tok pranks on her. You know sis pregnant with her second set of twins. He needs to sit himself down somewhere. That poor woman do so much as sneeze them babies gon come flying out.” Kenisha shook her head as Zoe laughed. “Sylia just said they were Braxton-Hicks though, but I think they’re gonna keep her overnight just in case.”

Zoe nodded, “Yeah, you know twins tend to come early. Bless her heart, I couldn’t do it. I can’t imagine pushing two babies out at once. I would like my body back after this is said and done.”

Kenisha nodded as she finished setting up the room, “Yep, and this is her second set! She said at the last appointment she wants them tubes tied, sniped, and cauterized.”

“Who can blame her,” Zoe laughed. “You're not getting your tubes tied are you?” Michael rubbed his thumb in circles over Zoe’s hand. “Why? You want your chance to knock me up?” Zoe laughed but Michael nodded seriously. “At least once. I know you are already gonna have this baby, who I love as my own, but I would like a little you or me running around hopefully.”

Zoe nodded. “I know, I wasn’t going to tie them anyway. I want at least three kids.”

“Aww y’all are so cute, “Kenisha gushed before raising the ready colored marker outside of the door and heading off.

“Hey, mama!” Sylia grinned as she walked into the room a few seconds later, rubbing in her hand sanitizer. “Hey Syl,” Zoe laughed. Sylia hugged her friend and Michael before scooting over on her rolling stool. “Well, if you’ll lift your shirt, we’ll get started with the ultrasound. I live with you so no need to go over the diet and medicine formalities. Just let me know if something feels off.” Zoe nodded as the machine whirred to life and Sylia prepped her stomach with the clear cold gel. Michael pulled Zoe’s hand into his lips and pressed a kiss to it as the heartbeat filled the room. Sylia frowned at the screen before moving the wand closer to the top of Iman’s stomach. Zoe felt her stomach drop as two heartbeats filled the room.

“Why is it echoing? Michael looked between the two women. “Bakari, that’s not an echo. Zoe is having twins.”

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stonesandswords · 2 years ago

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Ship questions for my OT3 Colin/Jan/Richard?

I am guessing this is for the ship ask meme but if not, send me another ask because I am obsessed with this Trio TBH and you are so right about it and I am happy to answer more specific questions (and even if it's for the ship ask meme, send me another ask with more questions because hello)

who’s the cuddler: Richard. That boy wants everyone to be loved and adored for the sexy humans they are. Jan loves it because he has no question about sharing the love but Colin secretly loves the attention from the two of them.

who makes the bed: Jan. Listen Colin and Richard are too busy being horny in the shower to make the bed in the morning (in which Jan definitely joins them but there's a point where he gets off first while Colin and Richard are still having fun).

who wakes up first: Colin. It's not much earlier than Richard or Jan but he does wake up slightly earlier and he enjoys casually observing Richard and Jan sleeping as he wakes up.

who has the weird taste in music: Richard. Colin thinks both Jan and Richard have strange tastes in music but there's a point where Jan looks at Colin and explicitly states "Richard has a music problem" and who can argue with Jan over that.

who is more protective: Richard. I don't even think any of them realize how much Richard is the protective one of all of them. They all assume it'll be Jan but then Something Happens™ and Richard is throwing hands and it's like Oh Shit™ Richard is the one who would kill for all of them.

who sings in the shower: They all do but it's when they all least expect it. Colin sings the most IMO but when Richard feels lovely dovely about Colin and Jan (which is a lot to be fair) he will sing a lot of French love songs. Jan sings the least but he is just so soppy when he's around Colin and Richard, the chronic singers, so much that he finds himself singing in the shower and he's like "fuck, can't believe the two of them caught me like this but I can't stop now" and then keeps singing lol.

who cries during movies: Hard question! Richard though. I think Colin is a close second but IDK I feel like Richard has a rich amount of emotion in him.

who spends the most while out shopping: OOOOOO! Either Richard or Colin. Richard will splurge on the things he specifically thinks has value in spreading joy in his relationship, but Colin will just be happy to spend the money to make sure Jan and Richard are comfortable.

who kisses more roughly: Jan. He is just the most passionate among all of them. He just adores and loves both of them so much. And when he has the chance to show them on a physical level? Yeah, he'll be the roughest and most passionate about it.

who is more dominant: Jan. At first it's Richard but as the three of them settle into their dynamic, Jan is the one who will take more control.

my rating of the ship from 1-10: 10/10. I'll admit I haven't really thought of this dynamic but omg ... please send me a billion more asks but this is actually such a fun trio!!! I mean I have thought of Jan/Richard on its own and obviously, I'm a Jan/Colin person (with the amount I've written about them) but I also thought I was alone in the Colin/Richard thing!

send me a ship and i’ll answer these questions

#colin hughes #jan maas #richard montlaur #ted lasso #colin x jan #jan x richard #colin x richard #colin x jan x richard #ask meme #answered

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olivieblake · 4 years ago

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Sorry I haven't detailed my Friendship breakup ask earlier, managing life is taking too much time these days!

It's a bit hard to summarise but I have been soulmate-type friends with this girl, K, for three and a half years and really good friend with this guy, R, for two and a half. We all work together and our triangle friendship worked well. K and R fooled around a few times after parties, K developed feelings, R didn't and thought it was a friends with benefits thing while K hoped it would become more but it never did. Big problem was the lack of communication between them, both thought the other knew what they wanted but we know that things don't work this way.

I've been there for all of it, particularly for K who had been hurt by the lack of emotional intelligence R indeed displayed along the way. But I also felt, and I think R knew it herself, that she had been getting her hopes up almost all along and was setting herself for heartbreak, but life needs to be lived and sometimes we make mistakes just so that we can learn from them and K and I talked a lot about that, as I was myself getting entangled with another colleague.

Fast forward to last November, where, after months of horrible things piling up 2020 style, R and I spent an evening together watching movies, eating pizzas, drinking English cider and talking about how fucking sad we all were and fuck 2020 and family members dying of cancer way too fast, both in his and my family, and work being hell because the government is doing shit for making schools safe and everything going wrong all the time. At some point during the night there was a moment when I felt that R was offering more than just sleeping together in the same bed and I had a moment of hesitation but decided to not give in to it and to the the confort it might bring us both, mainly because I was sure it would hurt K if she ever heard about it. So we just slept, read books in the morning while drinking tea and there was no awkwardness because we both knew that it came from the fact that we trust each other enough to ask for comfort and even if it would have been a possibly stupid way to get it, it might have made us feel better in the moment. (even though we both think we'd have burst into tears 30 seconds in and not done it in the end)

I wondered whether I should tell K or not and decided to do it because nothing had happened, really, and if I didn't tell her when we told each other most things, that's when it'd have become suspicious and dishonest. So I told her that there had been a weird moment between R and I, that nothing had happened in the end, not in the best way in retrospect because it felt too casual to her, confirmed that had it happened it would have been weird for her and thought that was that since the next few days went fine. But at the end of that week she sent me an audio, saying that if I had feelings for R, I had a lot of time to tell her, that she needed people she could trust and who respected her in her life and that we weren't friends anymore. And that was it. Since then, she has refused to have a conversation to clear things up and has avoided me several weeks but has kept talking to R as usual.

I should have told her in a different way and I understand why she felt hurt imagining that R and I had spent a night of passion together but I told her, and then explained more clearly, that nothing had actually happened, that I wasn't into R and he wasn't into me, we were just both very sad and a bit too drunk.

The thing is, he's not hers, they haven't been in a relationship, he's not her ex either. Even if we had slept together, it wouldn't have had anything to do with her; people don't belong to people. But what's really hard is that we've been really good friends for several years and she was so quick to assume I would be cruel to her on purpose and that her feelings didn't matter to me when we've been there for each other a lot. And that putting an end to our friendship via WhatsApp was apparently so easy to do. (I don't really think it was, but it sure feels like it.)

And I've been asking other friends' opinions to see how in the wrong I was really, since maybe I couldn't see the situation clearly enough from my position, and the general consensus is that since I didn't do anything with him and was honest with her right after the nothing happened, she's being a bit extreme when the only actual thing she could reasonably resent me for is the way I told her. We're adults, we should be able to at least talk about it but I've offered several times and she says she doesn't need to or want to. But we're in the same friend group, we're supposed to spend time all together at some point and us not talking has an effect on the whole group dynamics, not just on us, and my awful need to make sure everything is balanced for everyone is going crazy.

It's been a long few months and my already sad and stressed out brain is having a hard time dealing with it and I hate that we're in this situation for something as futile as boy problems. I think there are issues of jealousy and self-confidence that stem from something else and that she's projecting it all onto this but it still sucks a lot, especially since she's refusing to talk about anything, even if we're at least back to saying hello and she has stopped fleeing every room I am in.

Anyways, friendship breakups suck, they can be as stupid as romantic breakups, and 2021 has better be nicer too everyone than 2020! Sorry for the novel-lenghth ask/story, my life is a succession of ridiculous plot points.

I hope you and Baby and Mr. Blake are doing well in these weird, weird times and I've started your book and I have loved your last video, especially the part on jealousy/possesiveness which was really well-put, as usual! Oh and thank you so, so much for your book recs on my last ask, I've added them to my To read-list <3

Okay, Love you, bye!

I feel like my last ask was a little bit too detailed to give a general answer/launch a large topic so I'm guessing it's mainly about how to deal with a lack of closure when people end things without the possibility to talk and get/give explanations. And I guess it goes for romantic relationships as well as friendships.

Love your big sistering, love you !

WELL I actually did not get this ask until a few hours after I had filmed this week’s video so not to worry lol I wasn’t able to address this specifically. but I think that’s the thing about the generality of grief over losing a friend—we don’t necessarily have to know the specifics of your story to understand it’s something we probably all relate to. and in this case I most certainly relate! I think this is one of those things where your friend had some personal things to work on and it put you in a difficult position, wherein you made the most logical choice. that’s the problem: you are looking logically at what is for her an emotionally fraught situation about her self-worth and your loyalty, which is why the math on your end isn’t adding up. (for the record I am much more likely to be in your position than hers; she sounds like a water sign but WHO’S TO SAy)

anyway, I don’t think you’re in this position over boy problems. a boy appears to be the subject yes but in fact he is the object; the subject is your friend’s feelings about herself and your—forgive me, but your compulsion to force her to get over it. I may not be completely right about that, but it does appear to me that you could have said nothing about the “nothing” that happened but chose not to because, ultimately, part of you wanted her to know. I don’t think this is sinister of you; I have a lot of friends who really need to just get over it as a general rule and sometimes it does feel like shocking them into it with new information might do the trick. but I think most likely she feels or intuits that in some way, and I suspect the root of her anger isn’t really about him but the “betrayal” she feels from you: that in that moment, you weren’t thinking about her* despite the fact that you would probably have known she would hurt if you had been (I’m sure you did know this to be true, and in my opinion are rationalizing your part in it; which is fine because you’re the main character in your life and not hers, but it is what it is) and of course she’s thinking about her, so what seems like a lot of pain on her end that she has no healthy method of dealing with is straining your relationship. I hope she can bring herself to deal with it, but she has a lot of work to do on herself before she can reach the pinnacle of what’s really bothering her. until then, it’s easier to blame you.

* edited to add: I know you said that you decided not to move forward sexually because of her, but I think what actually hurts her is not the possibility of sex, but the intimacy you had with him in that moment, which even you know is something she craved; perhaps delusionally. you don’t have to acknowledge whether this is a reasonable thing to be upset by, but I think the entirety of the situation is probably hitting her much differently than it hits you.

anyway my answer was not about this situation specifically but about why friendship breakups hurt so much, and I don’t think knowing the situation changes my answer. I hope it does help, because I think there is some part of this that is always true: one person needs to do something on their own before the friendship can be repaired, and it may not have been a problem at all if not for an issue of very specific timing. but trust me, whether this specific thing had happened or not this would still be true about the two of you, and about the ways your personal dogmas differ, and perhaps it’s better to see if she can take this leap now. maybe she will grow from it; maybe she won’t. either way, this is the part-grief, part-guilt formula I’m talking about, where sometimes you have to admit the breaking point happened, whether it could have gone differently or not, and now it’s out of your control

but I hope it helps to talk about!

#big sistering #olivie blake is not writing #persecate

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