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amv1xc · 1 year

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my first love.

"love" is a strong word, i know. and frankly, i'm fully aware of the fact that he never deserved me or my feelings towards him. but anyway...

i got in in contact with him when i was seventeen years old and he was twenty. we had many things in common. and the first thing, actually a person, was our mutual friend.

i knew about him for a year before we even got in contact. like i said, we had out mutual friend. the year he graduated, my friend and i met up, as we would do. she had attended his graduation and showed me pictures of him when i asked her: "so what have you been up to?"

it was near the end of june and graduations in our country take place anywhere between late may and early june. no question that she would share his graduation with me.

and that was when i saw him for the first time. he was attractive, no question about that. at all.

tall, blonde, slim and he had a man-bun. long hair. always a plus. his facial features were nice as well. he was just- well, quite perfect. i teased her a little bit, saying: "my god, he's attractive as f##k!"

she chuckled before texting him: "my friend thinks you're cute" - before taking a quick picture of me and sending it to him. now she was the one teasing me.

and a year after that, she sat on my couch at my house. once again, we were just hanging out, checking up on each other. i bought us some middle eastern food from a restaurant nearby, since her birthday had just passed and thought it would be a somewhat alright birthday gift. she's one extremely petty eater. luckily for the both of us, she enjoyed the turkish food.

and so, i brought him up in our conversation. "so, how's your insanely attractive friend?" i teased.

she replied: "oh, he's alright. recently single. wanna say hi?"

i thought she was joking. she wasn't. she facetimed him literally three seconds later. i ran and hid myself, but not too far away so that i could still hear their conversation.

i know, childish... but i was a child.

i heard him laugh when she told him that i literally ran away. they chatted for a couple of minutes before hanging up and that's when i made my way back to my couch, sitting next to her. they started texting and i would read their messages.

she sent him a picture of me from a couple of months back. i think it was a selfie from when i was on vacation in egypt. that was during the winter time, a couple of months back as we were in mid to late july.

he'd give me compliments. my heart would skip a beat or two- he was older and did i mention super attractive? she'd text him: "she's a 10/10, huh?"

to which he'd reply: "nah, 11/10" - and so that conversation would keep on going like that.

and then, he texted a phrase in my mother's tongue. he wrote a phrase that, literally translated, said something like: "my heart has tightened for you" - which basically means: "i've missed you"

he texted that when i told her to text him that i'm the same girl who crushed on him last year. she obliged and in response to her text, he teasingly replied: "of course, i'd never forget her" before sending that rather cute phrase.

i got to know that he had many friends with middle eastern backgrounds. so he had probably learnt that phrase from a friend as well as some cute nicknames he'd call me.

anyway, i needed to spend some time with our dear friend. and so i did. he said: "well, tell her to add me on snapchat then" to which i had to reply:

"i will, once i've gotten my eyebrows done"

about three days later i added him and we got in contact.

the first (and long) four months of us texting, basically before it actually became serious, i was so intimated by him. don't know why- well oh, of course i know. he was older!!! and had experience!!! and he was the absolute first guy i ever "talked talked" to!!!

so not intimated in a bad way or anything... but i would definitely retake pictures of myself before i actually sent them to him on snapchat. like, quite a lot.

and then we met up and started to... develop something deeper. well, you know how it goes. but we got serious. basically. and the first few months, about three months, were... well... perfect. you should know me by now, I like to use strong words.

but seriously, i was so happy. i liked him so, so much. and he was so cute and nice and i just... i was on cloud nine.

but the honeymoon-phase would quickly come to an end and then he would, unfortunately more often than not, start to ignore my snaps. some messages here and there. the month of may, when we had been talking for, literally over nine months, was the worst.

i felt like he just... wasn't there. i still liked him, a lot, maybe even too much. yet, i'd feel like he would get more and more distant.

that summer, literally a month after the worst month of my life (or so i thought), was beautiful. and i enjoyed every moment with him. my dad was out of the country, so he'd sleepover at my house. for the first time.

we did some... things... right... but i actually didn't lose my virginity that summer. we just never got to that part. however, we did do some other things and like i said, this was all new to me.

he was nice and never once did i feel uncomfortable in, like, a bad way. of course, there was some discomfort as i didn't know what i was doing. at all. but never the type of discomfort as in: i don't wanna be here. you know?

for whatever it's worth, somewhat i'm "happy" that my first experiences with my sexuality and sex overall wasn't all too bad. i guess.

i lost my virginity to him that september. i was happy. and by that time, you could say i started to love him. now, a year and about two months had passed since we started talking and, well, i loved him.

unfortunately, it all went downhill after that september. and a rough month later, and a couple of days in between that, he decided to- well, let me put this in a nice way- he decided that his colleague was... more interesting, prettier, more loving and I guess, better than me?

of course, i had some suspicions about him and other girls. multiple. but i just... didn't do anything about that. and it got me hurt.

my first heartbreak, that was. it wasn't funny back then, but man, i can laugh about it today. shit, that man really snatched my appetite (and literally will to live) and well, i lost a couple of kilos.

that winter wasn't fun. the sky was dark and so were my days. as disgustingly cliché as that sounds, it's true.

he texted me on christmas, a month after out breakup: "merry christmas. even if you don't celebrate it. i hope you're well ❤️"

i didn't reply.

time passed and february was around the corner and man, i was not excited about my birthday. f##k, i wasn't excited about anything in life.

i posted a picture on my birthday. he liked it. then messaged me on instagram: "happy birthday ❤️" - as if that wasn't enough, a minute in between, he texted me the same message.

i didn't reply.

i unfollowed him back in november, a couple of just days after our breakup when he basically confirmed that he had been cheating on me with his lil' colleague. i remember feeling like i would throw up, pass out and die. i didn't.

i removed him as a follower and then he would request to follow me again. then i deactivated my account. about two months passed before i logged in again on my birthday and decided to be a public account - his request then, automatically, was approved. he followed me.

then i deactivated my account again and logged in about three or four months after. by that time, i was pretty much over him. and i was kind of crushing on somebody else, but now, that's not relevant.

i posted a picture on instagram. it was early june and the picture was from a classmates party i had attended in may, the month before.

and guess who liked it.

oh, he didn't just like it. no. he shared that post to myself, dm'ing me, and texting his infamous phrase in my mother's tongue. you know that one.

i didn't reply.

this was funny. i thought that he was still dating his colleague, the same one he left me for. cheating again huh?

but apparently, they had broken up a short while before he texted me. so. well. that was that.

you know, i had a friend that had a friend who were kind of friends with him. ish. they followed each other on social media. anyway, my friend knew about him and i and for whatever it was worth, she asked her friend to see his profile. this was in march or april, while i was healing from getting my heart broken.

he had added a highlight for her on his instagram profile and claimed her in all types of ways i would wish for him to do for me. i found out about that a month prior, so may. and lord, even though i was about 85% over him... shit hurt.

my friend had taken pictures of his account and then of his highlights with her. she showed me.

a picture he'd posted on valentine's day was one i recognized. i remembered. it was from maybe october or even that stupid month november. he and his colleagues were out on afterwork. the picture he had posted, one that he took with her while i was probably sleeping in my bed dreaming of him, was quite intimate. so to say. and all this behind my back.

but at the same time, maybe this explained why i would literally feel waves- and i mean that literally- of anxiety rush through my body at random times during some days. maybe the universe was trying to tell me something. not that i listened.

but then again, to no one's surprise, he managed to fall out with another girl. obviously i wasn't the first girl he talked to. him being older and all, and well... our mutual friend had told me some stories about his past relationships. they weren't the best, so to say.

i graduated two days after posting that picture on instagram and he replied to one of my few stories that i had published that day.

"well, congratulations i guesssss"

i never got drunk at my graduation party, but i had a drink and shot, one or three, something like that. so with some alcohol in my system, the clock being close to 2 AM, and with all the anger and sadness i had bottled up from the past couple of months i just couldn't do it anymore...

i replied.

"thanks i guesssss"

he liked my message almost immediately. but didn't reply as quick. i wanted to kill myself for giving him the satisfaction of replying to his message. i feel asleep.

i woke up the next morning to a message from him, which he'd sent about an hour later after my message. it was quite long and went something like: "hahaha, sorry for that expression. just wanted to congratulate you and tell you that i'm proud of you. whatever you decide to do in life, you'll be successful in. the (my name) i got to know will get so far in life and do great things. just keep on doing you and being yourself."

he added, "this isn't me trying to get back in contact with you as i suspect that you're not interested in that. just wanted to say that i'm proud and happy for you."

i liked his message and didn't reply.

he was still following me on instagram. and so every story and picture i'd post of myself, he'd like. a month after that, in mid july, he sent me a photo of himself when he stood right outside my house.

during that same month, he posted a picture of us two, one where i was sitting on his lap at a party and had my arm around him, on his snapchat private story. a picture taken by his friend at my friends party. he had covered my face with an emoji, but not enough for our mutual friend to clearly see that it was me.

actually, i had actually posted that exact picture of us on my VSCO account. one that he had asked me to delete before our breakup, because he didn't want people at his work (spoiler alert: he meant his colleague that he was hooking up with)- to see private photos of him.

and so that was how last summer went. he unfollowed me in october, so about four to five months ago.

my first love broke me in all kinds of ways only a loved one could do. maybe i should even title this "my first heartbreak" instead? whatever.

and for the fact that i didn't deserve to be treated the way he would treat me, and so on... and he knows it... it still doesn't change the fact that i loved him.

and sometimes, only sometimes, i think back to when we just started talking. soon to be three whole years ago. it was cute. innocent even.

sometimes i miss how excited about life i was when i started to develop real and deep feelings for him. of course, it was one sided. at least i think so. i'd never hurt somebody that i love the way he hurt me.

for whatever it's worth, i just might still love the person i thought he was three years ago.

i'll never forget the butterflies i had in my stomach, in a good way, in our beginning stages.

then... well... now you know what happened after that.

#first love

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Next Level Sexting

This goes out to @emelinelovesjc who kinda inspired this story by sending me some great pics of Daniel. Thanks hun for our fantastic chats, they really make the plot bunnies jump like crazy 🐇🐇🐇.

Love ya, boo 💜

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Pairing: Daniel Sharman x reader

Words: 1.9 k

Summary: You and Daniel have been separated for a while now because he's away shooting his new movie. Sexting works well for you and him but you need more. You want to take it to the next level.

Warnings: RPF, smut, NSFW, 18+, sexting, video sex/online sex, dirty talking, very mild dom/sub dynamics, masturbation (m and f), description of blow job/head fuck.

UNBETA'ED! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Pics for the header from Pinterest.

I don't use my usual Henry Cavill taglist for this, but maybe @lunedelorient or @legendarywizarddetective (or anybody else ofc) want to give it a shot?

Find my other stuff here: Masterlist

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NEXT LEVEL SEXTING

"Don't get shy on me now, babe."

His smirk is so sexy, it's enough to make you clench your thighs.

"I've never done this before, Dan," you reply and you know your cheeks are deep red.

"Look who's blushing like an innocent wallflower," he teases with a grin. "Is that really my shameless sex maniac of a girlfriend?"

"Very funny," you grin, making a face, sticking out your tongue like a brat.

"We don't have to do it if you don't want to, y/n, but it's really not that different from sexting," Daniel says genuinely, his voice calm and soft.

"I know, but you'll watch me, that's different."

"Just regard it as the next step. Next level sexting."

"Well, that sounds good actually. Kinda like an upgrade."

You pretend to think about it very hard although you already know you want to try it. You've known it since he's appeared on your laptop screen. Shirtless, his untamed curls a mess, a sexy smile playing on his handsome face.

He's been away shooting his new movie for three weeks now, 21 days without him. You've never been separated for so long and you miss each other so bad, but on the other hand you love seeing him so happy with his new project. You facetime every night and you have mastered the art of turning each other on with sexy pics and messages between your video calls and of course you know he masturbates to these nudes and he knows you do the same but you've never done it during your live chats. Not yet.

"You don't have to decide now, babe. We can try it whenever you want to or not at all. It's completely up to you."

"I want to try it tonight, Dan."

"Sure?" He looks at you with a frown.

"Absolutely. I just need you to take the lead."

You give him a smile, before you open your bathrobe and let it drop to the floor. You wear nothing underneath and your boyfriend gulps.

"Christ, babe. What a bloody hot way to give me your consent."

He smirks and his eyes wander to your boobs. You can feel his gaze tracing your skin although he's more than a thousand miles away and it gives you goosebumps.

"So you want me to take the lead like... completely?" He asks to make sure he got you right.

"Yes."

You bite your lip and his intense stare makes your juices flow instantly.

"I'll lead, you'll follow?"

He raises one eyebrow.

"Yes."

"You will be obedient?"

"I will."

"Good," he says with a lewd smile. "Then move back with your chair a little from the screen. I want to see you."

You do as you're told and now he's able to watch your whole body, totally naked. You're completely on display.

"Spread your legs. I want to see your sweet pussy."

His wish is your command.

"Now listen, it's gonna go like this. I'm gonna show you what I want you to do to me when I'm back. I will touch myself but you won't."

You nod.

"Did you get that, babe? You're not allowed to touch yourself until I tell you to."

"Got it," you confirm although you know it's going to be torture. Your pussy is already throbbing with desire only by the thought of watching Daniel touch himself.

"That's my good girl."

He knows how much you love to get praised. He starts fumbling with his laptop, adjusting the position and now you can see him too. Not just his face anymore but all of his tall, slender body. He's sitting on a chair in just a pair of black briefs. He's hard, his boner is showing clearly and you'd love to touch him but you can't.

"So now, babe...just watch and listen to my voice. Don't talk when I don't ask you to but feel free to express what you're feeling in other ways."

You suck in your lower lip and give him a nod, showing him you're ready to enjoy the show.

Daniel runs a hand through his thick hair, closing his eyes for a moment, licking his lips.

"When I'm back I want your fingers on my scalp. I want you to play with my curls while we make out like horny teenagers."

His hands wander to his lips and he touches them with his thumb, sucking it in briefly before he runs his tongue along his lower lip.

"I want you to kiss my neck. This sensitive spot over here." He caresses his skin between his ear and his collarbone. "I can almost feel your tongue on me now, baby girl. Your pretty little tongue drawing wet lines on my skin, making it tingle."

He sighs and lets his head fall to the side before he opens his eyes to look at you.

You know what he's seeing. Your arousal must be obvious and for sure he notices how fast your breath is going.

His fingers circle his nipples and you want him to pinch him so badly. You want to hear him moan, you want to see him flinch because of the pain and even more you want to soothe the pain by licking it away. The thought provokes a lustful little whimper and Daniel smirks.

"You want to suck my nipples, right? And you will. When I'm back I need you to cover my chest with those sexy little kisses. I want to watch you nibble and bite my nipples, I want you to pinch them hard. I can't wait to feel the pain."

He twists one of his nipples between his fingers while his free hand caresses his belly. He rubs it over his skin ever so slowly, teasingly and along the seam of his briefs. You moan when you see him grab his hard dick through the fabric his boxers.

"Fuck, babe. See what just the thought of you does to me? I wish this was your hand on my cock. Do you want that, too?"

"I'd love to touch you, Dan," you whisper breathlessly, shifting on your chair, your hands clinging to the armrests, to prevent them from touching your throbbing core.

"You do?" He teases and the grin on his face is so fucking sexy. "Yeah, of course you do," he answers his own question. "You love my dick, don't you, babe?"

You close your eyes and nod, taking a deep breath.

"No, don't do that. Look at me. Open your eyes, y/n."

You do as you're told, and when you see him on the screen you can't help but gasp. Daniel has pulled down his briefs and his hand is closed around his length now. He moans when he gives his dick a few slow, firm strokes.

"That's what I want, when I'm back, babe. Your hands on my cock, your lips, your tongue," he says, his voice thick and hoarse. He looks you straight in the eyes, a mischievous grin on his face when he sees how hard you are fighting against your wish to stroke your wet pussy, to soothe the burning desire with your own hands just like he does. You whimper with lust when you watch him jerk off, his big hands with the long slim fingers treating his dick like you would.

"Dan, please…"

"Please what?" He gives you a devilish grin, stroking himself faster.

"Can I touch myself, please?" You beg, your voice soft and weak with need.

"Not yet, babe. I need you to describe to me how you'll suck me off when I'm back. Make me cum by telling me. As soon as I get off you can give yourself pleasure."

His eyes are dark now, his lips slightly parted, his rock hard cock twitches and it's leaking precum. Daniel stares at you expectantly.

"Talk to me, babe. Make it dirty."

You can't help but moan again, you're so incredibly turned on and horny, you wonder if it's possible to orgasm without any touching, just by the sight of him and the hot noises he makes. You take a deep breath before you start to talk.

"When you're back, baby, I'll pick you up at the airport and we won't even make it to the car because we're both so hungry and horny."

You lock eyes with him and you can tell he likes your words by the smirk on his face and by the way he's jacking off slowly, his dick in a very tight grip. He rubs his thumb over the tip of his cock, using the precum as lube. Go on, he mouths wordlessly and you do.

"You will be so impatient, you'll drag me into the first storage room we come across. It's tiny and we'll hardly fit in but you'll shove me inside, close the door behind us and I'll be on my knees faster than you can imagine. You'll grab my head while I open your fly. It's not so easy because your boner will stretch your jeans."

"Yes, babe," Daniel sighs, "I will be rock hard as soon as the plane touches London ground. Hard and going crazy with my anticipation of your pretty pussy. I'll be so ready to rail you into oblivion, baby girl..."

He makes a noise that sounds like a husky growl and you shiver with arousal. You lick your lips and you moan with lust when you look at him. Your boyfriend talking dirty to you, stroking himself, wanking off shamelessly right under your very eyes, about to come undone, is one of the hottest things you've ever seen. You almost lose yourself in the view but Dan reminds you of going on with your little fantasy with a nod of his head and a grunt.

"Keep talking, babe," he raps out his order.

"I'll open your fly and I won't bother with pulling down your pants, I'll just grab your cock and get it out. I will lick the tip to tease you but you'll tighten your grip on my head and make me take you in my hot, wet mouth. I'll suck your dick greedily, just the way you love it so much, and when you're not able to hold back any longer you'll fuck my head, thrusting your dick into my tight mouth till you get off and shoot your load onto my tongue. It will be a huge amount of cum but I'll swallow it all…"

"Fuck, yes, babe….," Daniel cries out when he finally comes all over his hand, panting and moaning.

You don't wait till he's recovered from his orgasm, as soon as you see his sperm running down his fingers your hand finds your dripping pussy and you start stroking yourself. You close your eyes and rub your clit, listening to the soft voice of your boyfriend who guides you.

"Yes, baby girl, just like this, stroke your pussy like I would," he whispers seductively. "Enjoy the sensation, imagine it's me."

His voice and your own fingers send you over the edge in record time, and you've never had an orgasm so intense and good just by masturbating ever before. Your whole body spasms, trembles, shivers before relaxation sets in and warmth floods your veins, giving you a feeling of deep satisfaction. When you open your eyes again, Daniel smiles at you lovingly. You give him a sheepish grin in return before you put your bathrobe back on.

"Congratulations, babe," he smirks, "mission accomplished. You've reached the next level of sexting."

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#daniel sharman #daniel sharman rpf #daniel sharman smut

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nachotrash · 3 years

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ft: @catchmewiddershins n @paradise-creator

Yaku: Dumbest scar stories, go! Pauline: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Iwa: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and it burned. Shiyu: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Wid: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it in my hand and I got a really bad burn. Akaashi: I have emotional scars.

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Suga: What does “take out” mean? Yaku: Food. Iwa: Dating. Akaashi: Murder. Wid: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

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Suga: Remember what I told you. Wid: Don’t be a cunt.

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Iwa: From now on we will be using code names. Iwa: You can address me as Eagle One. Iwa: Yaku is “been there done that”. Iwa: Akaashi is “currently doing that”. Iwa: Suga is “it happened once in a dream”. Iwa: Wid is “if I had to pick a dude/gal/enby”. Iwa: And Pauline is.. Iwa: Eagle Two Pauline: Oh thank god.

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Akaashi: What do you call disobeying the law? The Squad: A hobby. Akaashi: *crosses their arms* The Squad: That we do not engage in.

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Suga: Hey, I see those leaves, where are you from? Shiyu: Illinois. Suga: AAYYYE, I KNEW IT! ME TOO! Pauline: Did you just identify a state by looking at its leaves.

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Suga: *chokes on something* Wid: Jees, Suga, don't die on us. Suga: Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!

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Akaashi: You're a lying piece of shit! Shiyu: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Yaku: I'm leaving and I'm taking Iwa with me! Suga, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

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Pauline: I just want someone to take me out. Yaku: On a date? Iwa: With a sniper gun? Wid: Both if you're not a coward.

(YES YAKU X PAULINE)

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Shiyu: Holy shit, Pauline, do you know what this means?! Pauline: Kid, whenever you start doing this, nobody knows what you mean.

(pretty sure im the youngest here-)

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Pauline: Shiyu isn’t answering my messages. Iwa: Allow me. Pauline: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi- Shiyu: *replying to message* Hello.

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Yaku: Shiyu- Shiyu: *sighs* Pauline used to call me Shiyu... Yaku: ...Because it's your fucking name.

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Shiyu: Rules were made to be broken. Wid: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Iwa: Uh, piñatas. Akaashi: Glow sticks. Pauline: Karate boards. Suga: Spaghetti when you have a small pot. Shiyu: Rules. Wid:

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Shiyu: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life. Yaku: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back... Akaashi: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this. Suga: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years. Pauline: I knew I lost that potential somewhere. Wid: Mental stability, my old friend! Shiyu: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

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Pauline: Hey Suga, do you have any hobbies? Suga: Swimming.. Pauline: Really? That’s cool. I never expected you to- Suga: In a pool of self hatred and regret.

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Yaku: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute. Akaashi: No, that's not how you make cookies. Shiyu: FLOOR IT!! Yaku: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!? Akaashi: yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN- Yaku: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES! Suga: DO IT! Akaashi: NO-

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Yaku: How did none of you hear what I just said?! Wid: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Akaashi: I got distracted halfway through. Suga: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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Iwa: If you get in trouble, I'm gonna be like... a lawyer to you. Ok? Yaku: Okay. *later* Pauline: Yaku! Sit down on the chair, you're in trouble. Iwa, whispering: Deny everything. Yaku, loudly: That isn't a chair.

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Pauline: Iwa doesn’t look very happy. Yaku: That's their happy. They're just a bitch.

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Iwa: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? Suga: >:O language Shiyu: Yeah watch your fucking language Akaashi: Okay, who taught Shiyu the fuck word?! Pauline: 'The fuck word'. Wid: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time Shiyu: Oh my god they censored it Pauline: Say fuck, Wid. Shiyu: Do it, Wid. Say fuck.

(sounds like an actual conversation ngl)

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Yaku: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends. Wid: ... Your what? Yaku: My friends. Suga: Are they saying “friends”? Pauline: I think they're being sarcastic. Shiyu: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Yaku! All of your friends are in this room.

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Yaku: Where's Iwa, Pauline, and Suga? Wid: They're playing hide and seek. Yaku: Where? Wid: I don't think you get how this game works.

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Wid: Akaashi, what are you doing? Akaashi: Making chocolate pudding. Wid: It's four in the morning, why are you making chocolate pudding? Akaashi: Because I've lost control of my life. Akaashi: Here's your pudding, Yaku. Yaku: Oh that's okay, I'm not hungry anymore.

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Iwa: Hold on! I’m having one of those things….a headache with pictures. Yaku: What the fuck? Pauline: They’re having an idea.

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Wid: Yaku's first detention, I'm so proud. Akaashi: Whoa, back up. Why did they get detention? Iwa: Because they're an idiot. Pauline, terrified: They can do that??

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Pauline: *about Iwa and Wid* They make a cute couple, huh? Yaku: They certainly are standing next to each other.

(OK BUT LIKE, 👀👀👀👀👀)

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Wid: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant. Suga, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you. Yaku, who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars, please. Suga: Coming right up.

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Akaashi: What's wrong with you? Yaku: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.

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Yaku: Why is Shiyu crying on the floor? Wid: They took one of those 'what person are you?' quizzes. Yaku: And? Wid: They got Pauline.

(id cry of happiness ngl)

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Wid: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Akaashi: Several traffic violations. Shiyu: Three counts of resisting arrest. Yaku: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Iwa: Also, that’s not our car.

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lilmissbeanie · 4 years

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Song ~ Ass Back Home - Gym Class Heroes

Genre ~ SFW Fluff

Word Count ~ 1.8k

Posted ~ 11/08/20

Akaashi sighed as he once again read another article about Y/n L/n and Jason Derulo, or some other artist always presuming that they were together. He didn't want to be jealous, but he couldn't help it when he saw his girl with some other guys, wasn't that normal?

He knew it was going to be hard when he asked her to be his girlfriend. He knew she would be away often she would be travelling for tours and of course, meeting up with other artists to collaborate on songs, even though he knew that her new song would be a collaboration with Jason Derulo.

He trusted her, the same way that Bokuto would trust his sets back in high school, the way that Bokuto would always know that Akaashi would always get the ball to him to spike. He knew she would never cheat on him, that wasn't who she was. He knew by the excitement in her voice when he answered the phone, "Kei!" The excitable giggles paired with the massive happy grin he saw on video call on the rare occasions that she could. Usually, it was voice messages or texts with the time difference, but some times she would stay up late so they could video chat, he would let the small smile grace his features when she would rub her eyes cutely and yawn. The way he would tell her to go to bed cause she is tired and she would pout innocently saying that she wasn't worn out. She would ask about his day listening as she slowly doses off, he didn't take it as an insult he just knew she was exhausted. He would sit there smiling at her sleeping face, looking like an innocent child, where she still had her phone in a light grip facing her.

"Good night, my Juliette sleep well. I love you."

"I... l-love you too my Romeo" would often be mumbled back, in her half-dazed state. With Akaashi's love of literature, Y/n just slipped it out once called him her Romeo and ever since it stuck.

Running his finger around the rim of his glass he sighed, it had been a few days since he had heard from her, he knew she was busy he had seen on her Twitter and Instagram that they added more tour dates in America as they stadiums had sold out. It had been eight months since the pair were actually in person together.

"AKAASHI!" He flinched at Bokuto's sudden loudness as said boy appeared next to him. "Why so, mopey? Oh, you're missing Y/n aren't you!"

"Hey my Romeo, I'm sorry I haven't called or texted you in a while, the tour has gotten so hectic recently we are doing two shows a day, so most of my fans can come, and watch and my manager wants to add even more dates." He smiled, enjoying the sound of her voice even if it is over voicemail, and she sounded exhausted. He had woken up for work and seen that he had missed a call from her at three am. "I know you're going to ask when I am going to be home, but I don't know at the moment, but soon I hope I'm going to tell my manager that I need a break. I hope to be home for Christmas."

Rolling his eyes, he shrugged and gave a slight nod to Bokuto's question.

Bokuto suddenly felt terrible for Akaashi. He didn't know how he felt. He didn't have a love like Akaashi. His passion is for Volleyball is his true love right now. He remembered the day he introduced Akaashi and Y/n. She was at an after-party of a game that the Black Jackals won and Bokuto dragged Akaashi along. It was like the couple connected instantly and they soon got together. Bokuto would often turn up at Akaashi's find them sprawled out on the sofa, Y/n with her head in his lap, his fingers running through he hair as he read a book to her. Bokuto had gotten many pictures of them like this. He loved how relaxed Akaashi was around her, a way he hadn't seen with anyone else.

He knew that she was going to say that.

"Anyway I miss you my Romeo, I cannot wait to be home and in your arms again. I want to be in our little bubble of love and cuddles, of you reading to me while you play with my hair. I want to be in the studio with you listening to me sing my new songs and telling me which words would work better with the lyrics I have written." He laughed he did often sit in the studio with her after he finishes work, reading over her new lyrics and crossing out the odd word and putting one that worked better with the theme of the song. He loved watching her pick at the strings of her acoustic guitar playing a few cords and seeing if they worked when she ran her fingers over the keys of the piano. He loved that she could play different instruments.

"I love you so much, Romeo. I hope you sleep well. See you as soon as I can. Bye-bye, my sweet Romeo."

About three weeks later he was sat at his desk eating his lunch, watch the recent interview Y/n had with OK! Magazine.

'So Y/n, when the tour is over what is the first thing you're going to do?' Chloe, the interviewer, asked

'I think it will be sleep we've had some busy months recently, most days doing two shows to it is hard work.' He laughed along with his beloved.

'We've been keeping up to date on your social media, who is this Romeo you keep mentioning, we often see and I quote, I miss you my sweet Romeo, or I love you, Romeo.' He would always reply, but his account was private so no one unless they followed him and accepted it.

'My Romeo is waiting for me at home; I promised him I wouldn't mention him until he is ready for the spotlight as he isn't an actor or musician. But he is my Romeo, and I am very excited to get home and be with him again.' He was so glad that she didn't spill the beans about their relationship. He already had enough of the spotlight with being friends with most of the Black Jackals team, he already has his pictures in magazines when the team goes out, and he gets dragged along with Kuroo by Bukoto and Hinata.

'Can you tell us one thing about him?' Chloe pushed for more details about him. He loved how Y/n's nose would scrunch up, and her left eyebrow would shoot up as he tapped her chin in thought.

'He was a volleyball setter in high school.' She smiled. Akaashi smirked at the fact she gave, there were many setters across the world, and narrowing down to him would be hard. 'And he is my bookworm,'

'A setter and bookworm, those don't often go together!' Chloe laughed, with Y/n soon joining her.

'I know, and I have Shoyo Hinata and Kotaro Bokuto. But honestly, if it wasn't for him I'm sure some of my songs wouldn't make sense, a lot of my lyrics in my book have his scribbles in changing the odd word here and there, I would often wake up finding him hovering over my lyrics book a mug of coffee in hand proofreading them for me.'

He couldn't help the chuckle that slipped past his lips at the dig at Bokuto and Hinata's dislike for books.

'He sound's like a gem! But back to the fact you've met the Black Jackals numbers twenty-one and thirteen. What are they like?"

"I've met them all I know all the Black Jackals, all their school friends too, I met them all after a match against the Cheehle Ekaterinburg, an old friend Morisuke Yaku I knew from my middle school days invited me along, and that was where I met them. Those two boys even though they were bouncing around the court like anything they still had so much energy, I was shocked that anyone could keep up with them, it was like they were children who had just walked out of an all you can eat sweetshop.'

This caused Chloe to giggle. He liked the way Y/n slyly slipped in how they met.

'this Romeo of yours you didn't happen to meet him through your old middle school friend, did you? At this party' Akaashi's eyes widen as the interviewer hit the nail on the head, he was impressed at how Y/n kept her facial expression in check, just the usual smile she used for interviews,

Saturday 5th of December 2015 was the day that Y/n finally returned home. She didn't tell Akaashi she was on her, she knew from Bokuto that they would be at his favourite restaurant that serves his favourite food, Nanohana no Karashiae, in a private room at the back. She drove her car into the car park of the restaurant, taking a deep breath she pulled on her cap and her dark sunglasses as she got out and walked into the restaurant, telling the waiter that she was here for the Bokuto party he nodded and showed her to the door.

'Ah, well it was through mutual friends that we met.' He loved how she deflected the question, not letting them on that it was at the party they met.

He leaned his phone against the pen pot on his desk, leaving the video to play, while he got on with his work, the questions had now turned to make-up and what shampoo she was using.

"Thanks, I'll be fine from here." She knew from the photo that Bokuto had put up on Twitter that Akaashi had his back to the door, purposely done for this exact reason. Pulling off the hat and glasses, she quietly opened the door slipping in and once again quietly shutting it. The room slowly went quiet as eyes suddenly locked on to her figure. Akaashi frowned at his friends, why did everyone stop talking all of a sudden and why Bokuto and Kuroo had whipped out their phones, pointing it at him, till he started to follow their line of sight.

"Happy birthday Romeo." She giggled as he slowly placed her back on the floor, their foreheads resting against one another.

"I'm home, my Romeo." His eyes instantly locked with hers the second he heard her voice, as the smiles so wide crossed their faces as he flew out of his seat wrapping her up in his arms, tightly as if he loosen his grip she would disappear again, he spun her around. He was ecstatic she was home.

Nine months, eleven days, sixteen hours and thirty-eight minutes since the last time he held her in his arms. Since he lasted kissed her. Since he last looked into her beautiful deep e/c eyes.

"You are the best birthday present I could ever ask for." He said as he entwined his fingers into her hair, pulling her into a deep kiss that was long overdue.

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gracexbeck · 5 years

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Facade | Quentin Beck x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: Far From Home spoilers and slightly obsessive/possessive/manipulative Quentin; implications of sex

When Quentin came up with his plan to become "the next Tony Stark", he knew he was missing something. And when he saw you, a chaperone for Peter Parker's class during their European field trip, he knew exactly what, well, who it was. He needed a damsel in distress. A companion. Someone to be on his arm on the red carpet. He needed someone to be the Pepper Potts to Tony Stark, the Bucky Barnes to Steve Rogers, the Wanda Maximoff to Vision.

His plan was quite simple actually. When he first saw you leading the students around, rolling your eyes at that weird teacher that kept talking about his ex-wife, he was captivated. He immediately used his drones and his cronies to find out everything about you. From your friends and family, to your job, to your mother's maiden name, to all your favorite things, your darkest secrets and all that good stuff. Then all he had to do was stage a "little accident" where you were and rescue you and put his acting skills to use.

The Water Elemental was great for this. You got yourself separated from the rest of your group to look for that kid Peter Parker. He was always running off whenever things were going bad and you and your favorite student, MJ had this theory that he was the friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man.

"Peter?!" You shouted as you ran down the cobblestone streets, feeling like a fish swimming upstream as you battled the swarm of people trying to escape.

"What the hell," you grumbled to yourself, questioning why you volunteered to chaperone a bunch of hormonal teenagers. All of a sudden, a huge wave enveloped you, pulling you into the river.

"This is not how I die!" you huffed as you tried to swim your way out of the watery mess. But the current was too strong. You felt yourself slowly getting pulled closer to the Elemental.

"Oh shi-"

You were cut off by someone grabbing you and the next thing you knew, you were flying in the air.

"I got you miss," a strangers deep voice whispered in your ear. You looked up at your savior and saw a magical Asgardian astronaut? You didn't actually know what was happening and you definitely didn't recognize him as one of the Avengers. He placed you on the roof of a building.

"I'll be back in a second," he remarks. You couldn't tell because of his fishbowl helmet thingy, but you were pretty damn sure he said that with a smirk. Entranced by this mysterious new hero, you stared in awe as he defeated the water monster with ease. He quickly returned to you and took off his helmet, revealing his face.

Damn. You thought to yourself. Why are all these superheroes super hot?

"Are you okay?" He asked you, his voice laced with concern.

"I'm completely soaked but I'm fine," you responded. You could feel his deep blue eyes penetrating you.

"It can't be," he murmured, staring at you in awe. "Y/N?"

"How-How do you know my name?" You questioned him, slowly backing away.

"Don't!" He begged. "It's just.." His voice faltered and he took a shaky breath. "You were my wife."

"I was what?!"

"Sorry, that was, I mean..." He let out an exasperated sigh. "Let me explain from the beginning. Please."

"Fine, but make it quick," you agreed. "I gotta get back to my group."

"My name is Quentin Beck. I'm from another Earth. Earth-833. The whole time-traveling and the Blip, all of that, it tore hole in the multiverse. And that's how these Elementals and I got here." He cautiously took a step towards you, not wanting to scare you off.

"You were my wife Y/N. In that Earth. But..." He trailed off once again.

"I died and you couldn't save me?"

He nodded solemnly. "Along with our kids. And the Fire Elemental, that was the one that destroyed my Earth." He closed the gap between the two of you, taking your hands.

"I swear, on my life, that I will protect you and this Earth."

"Quentin," you said, trying to console him. "I'm sorry about what happened, but I barely know you. I'm sorry," you said, pulling away.

"Please!" He exclaimed, desperate for your attention. "You may not know me, but I know you."

He launched into a full on speech, complete with personal details from your life, things only your closest friends and family knew about you. There was something about him, something that pulled you into a trance. He was mesmerizing. His charisma, his longing stares, his raw emotion drew you into his charm and you found yourself agreeing to a date later on that evening. He dropped you off at your hotel, pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and flew away saying, "I'll see you at seven!"

Your students gaped in awe and pestered you with questions. Even Flash was amazed and nearly fainted at the close proximity Mysterio was to him.

Eventually, seven o'clock came and Quentin met you outside your hotel wearing a button up with its sleeves rolled up, revealing his (very muscular) forearms.

He sure does clean up nice. You thought to yourself as he offered you his arm. You were wearing your favorite f/c dress that fell just above your knees.

"You look beautiful, Y/N," he breathed in your ear as he pulled you closer. "You always do."

All you could do was smile and blush at his simple yet sweet compliment. The two of you walked around the city of Venice, chatting the whole time. It seemed as though you'd known this man your entire life and you felt you could tell him anything. As you and Quentin sat on a bench continued to talk, a string quartet began to play some music. Quentin stood up and offered you his hand.

"May I have this dance?" He asked you with a shy smile.

"You may," you responded with a grin.

He pulled you a close and intimate slow dance and while it felt cliche at first, it felt as if you were the only two people on Earth. He eventually had to leave, saying that he had to meet with Fury and when you arrived back at your hotel, all you could do was smile as you replayed the night's events in your mind as you drifted off into a comforting sleep.

A couple days later in Prague, you lead your students into the opera house and sat in the back, missing Quentin. You hadn't seen him since your date but he texted you all time. Right before the opera began, you noticed MJ following Peter out of the opera house. Not wanting to lose your students, you followed them. You managed to catch up to MJ.

"What do you think you're doing?" You huffed, coming up behind her.

"Ms. L/N?!" She yelped. "I um, I was just...I needed a breath of fresh air?"

"I saw you follow Peter," you remarked.

"What? I totally was not, I definitely most certainly not following Peter because he's definitely up to something," she stammered in reply.

"I'll take care of him later MJ, but you need to go back to your classmates," you commented. "I know you have a crush on him but that doesn't mean-"

You were cut off by people's screams. You looked up and saw this fiery thing emerge and begin to destroy stuff.

"Okay, you definitely gotta go now," you quipped as you pushed in the direction of the opera house. "I'll find Peter." Again.

MJ rushed into an alley as you began to search for the child. "Why does he always gotta do this," you grumbled to yourself as you pushed past the frantic crowd. Suddenly what you assumed was the Fire Elemental was in front of you.

"Oh for heavens sake not again," you complained, bracing yourself for the worst. But, it never came. The next thing you knew, you were in Quentin's arms once again and he and some sticky guy in all black that claimed to be "Night Monkey" (and was suspiciously similar to Spider-Man) ended up beating the fiery creature.

Once the chaos dwindled, you found yourself in Quentin's hotel room, laying in his bed, wrapped in his arms.

"I don't know what I would've done if I lost you again Y/N," he confessed.

"But you didn't lose me," you responded with a small smile. "Thank you."

He captured you into a kiss, a kiss that quickly turned passionate as you ran your hands through his hair and clothes began to fly off. He encapsulated you into a deeper kiss, with you longing for his touch and you let your bodies melt into the night.

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You woke up in an empty bed, sunlight streaming in through the windows. You got out of the bed and wandered into the closet. You threw on one of his t-shirts and then you heard his voice.

"Oh, we're in the endgame now buddy!" You heard him exclaim. Curious, you moved closer to the sound of his voice.

"I've got our little Y/N wrapped around my finger. I can't believe she actually fell for that story. My fans are going to absolutely love this. Next thing you know, we're going to be the next Pepper Potts and Tony Stark. She's the perfect damsel in distress. I'll see you in a little bit so we can finish our London plans. Okay?"

Fell for his story? Damsel in distress? London? Your mind began to race. What was going on? You grabbed your phone and looked at it. You had several text messages from MJ and Peter, all claiming that Quentin wasn't who he said he was. That he faked all the attacks just so he could become a hero in the public's eye. It couldn't be true, could it? After all he did for you? Your heart pounded and a knot formed in your stomach. You didn't know what to think.

The door flew open and in walked Quentin.

"Hey baby, didn't expect you to be up so early," he exclaimed with a smile as he leaned in to kiss you. "Last night was amazing Y/N. I really think we should-"

You cut him off by pushing him away. "Stay away from me!" You croaked, your voice shaking slightly.

"What's wrong, baby?" He questioned, frowning at you.

"What's wrong? What's wrong is that you lied to me!" You hissed at him. "You used me! You pretended to be a hero!" You backed away from him even more. "But you're not."

His eyes darkened and his persona changed entirely. This was not the Quentin you had quickly fallen for. This was someone completely different. Someone dangerous.

"Stop it right there," he threatened, his voice low and deadly.

"I can't believe I fell for you," you seethed. "I honestly thought you were someone I could love. But it was just a facade. It was fake. And everyone's going to know it."

You made a run for the door but Quentin was quicker. He grabbed you by the waist and threw you onto the bed. He pulled out handcuffs from god knows where and cuffed you to the bed frame.

"Let me go!" You snapped at him. "Or else you'll really regret it."

"Enough!" He bellowed at you. "Now listen to me, sweetheart." His voice sent chills down your spine.

"I'm not the only one with skeletons in my closet," he sneered at you, as he stood up. "I know you're secretly a SHIELD agent and that your mission for Fury is to look over Spider-Man, who just happens to be your student, Peter Parker."

You gasped. He knew. He knew everything about you. You felt your heart drop as you knew what was coming next.

"Shut up, Beck," you growled.

"And I know you were a double agent for SHIELD and Hydra until Captain America took them down for a second time."

"I said, shut up!"

Yeah, it was true. You were a double agent. But only because your boyfriend back then, Grant Ward, convinced you to join. But when you saw Hydra for what it was, you turned on them, confessed to Fury your involvement and you were able to help take them down.

"So unless you want your little secret to get out into the world and if you want to protect your precious Parker, I suggest you listen to me," he commanded. Feeling as if you didn't have a choice, you pressed your lips together and glared at Quentin.

"Everything I felt for you was real Y/N," he declared. "You're the one for me. You're my soulmate. And you're going to be with me forever darling. Whether you like it or not. You're going to be my partner and we're going to be the next big power couple."

"Please, don't do this," you begged him, tears prickling at your eyes.

"That's too bad honey," he said with a sinister grin. "Because from now on, you're mine, Y/N. You're. Mine."

#Quentin Beck #quentin beck x reader #quentin beck x you #quentin beck x y/n #quentin beck imagine #quentin beck one shot #mysterio #mysterio x reader #mysterio x you #mysterio x y/n #mysterio imagine #mysterio one shot #spidermanffh #spiderman ffh spoilers

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Hi same person as before! I already did the apologize and they mentioned that they don't forgive me now(totally respectable) they're glad I apologized.

The leader thing isn't offical but they're

1. second to oldest in the group

2. there's like a center to it(imma use intials as not to doxx) C, K, and F. A and K are done deal, A will always go with K, K will always go with A.

3. A is the oldest but hasn't been in the group that long so they haven't really got that trust aspect that makes everyone look to them so the "leader" position goes to C.

4. C doesn't like me all that much and I guess it's understandable. They have a mild dislike for younger teens and I'm friends with people they personally don't like and I've dated someone the whole group has a distinct hatred for(long story I won't get into)

5. Like I side theres a center of the group and C, K, and F are it. C doesn't like me, K and F tend to follow C's lead and if all three of em' are on board everyone else is.

Just thought I should clear up the leader comment. Honestly it's more of a look up to situation and the level of closeness varies withen the group. I'm closest to M and O. O isn't very liked on account of mild issues in the past and M well liked, they super partial to everything.

It's hard to just talk to someone who's going to just try and fix everything and also try to avoid conflict at the same time and with eventually end up in self deprication on their end(O)

and someone who while yes we're close we don't vent to each other, they're the person I trust to bounce my writing ideas off of and rant about my hyperfixations to when no one else will listen. Not someone I go to when I feel like absolute shit(M)

also I'm super sorry if this trauma dump-ish or over sharing or just hard to understand in general

Okay, so, sorry first of all for not replying right away! I’ve been a bit busy.

What I’m hearing about your friendship dynamics doesn’t necessarily make me less concerned about you. The pressure being the youngest in a group like that where the center person who people listen to and respect doesn’t like you much is not good. BUT that being said I’m not a part of this group nor do I know any of you personally, so I’m gonna have to take your word for it on this one. They’re your friends, you would know.

my revised advice considering you already apologized is to try integrating back in smaller amounts. Don’t just go on the main server. Message smaller groups, or chats where only a few are active. They’ll all get over it eventually. You’ve apologized. it’s up to them now to move on. If you want to know where you stand with them- I know this is a scary thing to do- but you should ask them. You won’t know until you ask, and even if its an answer you dont like at least you know. And then you can start the communication and path to mending you relationships. Talk to them, they‘re still your friends.

Sometimes crappy situations happen and you feel horrible about it but you need to keep in mind that soon enough something else will happen and this’ll all be in the past. You’ll just have to build their trust back. which is not impossible if they were really your friends in the first place. people make mistakes and in the end it just means you’ll never say whatever you said again. That’s growth! If you never said or did anything wrong then you’d never grow.

I really hope everything works out and honestly I hope you find a friendship group that is more welcoming, because you seem lovely. Don’t beat yourself up anymore, okay? You can’t expect anyone to forgive you if you don’t forgive yourself.

#Big sister advice

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