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wolfiesmoon · 4 months

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When you wear their clothes

genshin men x gn!reader

characters featured: xiao, neuvillette, wriothesley, zhongli and itto

i've been dreaming about genshin a lot lately idk this game has possesed me or smth so i feel like i'm required to write this? Also DAMN im rusty with genshin characters so i apologise profusely for any ooc-ness

(also wrio's is kinda suggestive!!)

XIAO is confused. Why on earth are you wearing his clothes? He isn't opposed to it specifically, but doesn't understand the appeal or the reason why you do it. "My clothes don't fit you properly. What's the point?" he asks, completely straight faced. You smile. "It reminds me of you when you're not with me!" He just scoffs and says he doesn't get your strange habits before moving on with his day. Somehow though, the image of you in his clothes won't leave his mind for the rest of the day. "Dammit..." he mumbles under his breath, barely audible when nobody's around. Don't bring up his pink cheeks in the evening when he comes back to see you, he will not elaborate.

Similarly, NEUVILLETTE is also confused. This must be another human thing that he isn't familiar with. What does wearing their lover's clothes mean to humans? "Oh, I just missed you... your clothes remind me of you, you know?" You explained when he questioned you on the matter. "Oh, I suppose that makes sense. Do you want more items related to myself for when I am absent?" He asks. While you do want to know what items he would bring you, you turn him down. "I like your shirts the most, because they smell like you and feel like your hugs." He doesn't know why exactly, but he has the urge to kiss you all of a sudden.

WRIOTHESLEY feels distracted when he sees you in his clothes from time to time. He gets busy a lot, so the moments he gets to spend with you feel extra special. But, what is he to do when you look so positively yummy in his shirt? "Hey, mind taking my shirt off? It's... sort of distracting." he admits, taking a sip of his tea. "But, wouldn't it be even more distracting if I took it off now?" you asked, feigning an innocent look. He almost spit out his tea. "I did not mean it like that...! Surely you're just teasing me." You just smiled mischeviously in response, taking a sip out of your own cup. "That's what I thought. I know that look."

ZHONGLI thinks you look odd in his clothes. Odd, but not bad by any means. You actually look quite endearing. "I'll make sure to commit this to memory." he says calmly, sitting down next to you on the bed. "You say that every time you're with me." you poke his shoulder gently, smiling up at him. "That's because everything about you is worth remembering, I suppose." Still, he thinks this specific memory is one he will treasure for a long, long time. "Oh my..." you felt heat rushing to your cheeks at his words, hugging his arm. Actually, he changed his mind, you're positively adorable in his clothes.

You're basically asking to get attacked with a flurry of kisses if you wear ITTO'S clothes in front of him. That's like, a show of affection! That you're totally his and no one else's! And that also means it's a cause for celebration! "Agh, Itto- Stop!" you try and fail to push his face away. "Hehehe..." he gives you a bright smile and places a big ol' kiss on your lips. "You should wear my clothes more often!!!" he felt proud of himself, puffing out his chest. "Ummm, whatever you say..." you're kind of worried that if you do that, your face will never escape his lips.

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silverislander · 1 year

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something really fun and sexy adhd will do is block you from ever actually showing others what you're truly capable of. lol

#this is SO inconsequential but im kinda upset abt it #i finished my final american lit paper today. 9 pages kind of a big deal. im glad its done now #but i cant even be proud of it #bc i changed my original idea four times and only wound up with a week to work on the final version which. wasnt really enough time #and it morphed while i was writing it too bc i came up with a better angle #but now its really disorganized which i know ill lose points on. and i Know its not my best work #but i dont have time to fix it bc its due tomorrow #and just. if i hadnt put this off. or hadnt kept chasing down whatever new fun shiny thing i came up with instead #its not even a bad essay its just. i could for sure do better. i had three weeks i could have CRUSHED this #smth that really shows what im capable of and could net me the grade i know i can get when im at my best #its the difference between a 70 and a 90 but it matters to me #i started it early and still wound up rushing myself and procrastinating #all bc this is what my brain just always fucking does #levi.txt #and to top it all off i REALLY like this prof. ive taken two courses with him hes super cool and ive had actual fun in his classes #... and This is the impression i have to leave him with. a half assed mess #i know he knows what i can do and im so disappointed i couldnt pass smth better in to prove it #esp bc its the LAST paper i will ever write in one of his classes :(#like. my original idea was a historical overview and it wound up talking abt depictions of the thing instead #so i have like 3 paragraphs of Just history/background that i dont know how to break down and integrate and its MESSY #im not a perfectionist in any other aspect of life but when it comes to papers i absolutely am. i wish i had time to fix this

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taintedcigs · 1 year

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✦ POLAROIDS | perv!eddie x reader ✦

part II is HERE!

wc: 2k+

pairing: perv!eddie munson x (kinda perv)!reader

warnings: 18+ !!smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! absolutely no minors!! male m*sturbation, or*l (male receiving), PERV!EDDIE, praising!! panty-stealing perv!eddie. slight dubcon, this is kinda dark so if this kind of stuff bothers u DO NOT READ!! i am not responsible for the media you decide to consume!!! JUST OVERALL FILTH MINORS DNI!!!

summary: eddie knows it's wrong to go through your drawers and steal your panties, but he can't help it, especially when he has a great idea on what exactly to do with them.

authors note: okay I CAVED IM SORRY BUT i cannot stop thinking about perv!eddie, and more specifically i cannot stop thinking about perv!eddie who's obsessed with stealing your panties... this is proofread but i only read it once so pls ignore any mistakes !! enjoy this filth that im ashamed to post for being down this bad for EDDIE!! ALSO YES THOSE ARE TAYLOR SWIFT'S 1989 POLAROIDS I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT POLAROIDS 1989 COMES INTO MY MIND YES I HAVE ISSUES AND IM OBSESSED W TAYLOR SWIFT YES I EXIST!!!

eddie is a pervert.

or at least he feels like a pervert.

he's not proud of it, but he literally can't help himself when you're always around him.

it started out innocent, he would catch a glimpse of you in the hallways, enjoying the way your pretty giggles were infectious, making him smile immediately.

but then it turned into something else, almost like an infatuation, he was so addicted to being around you that he couldn't help it.

from little things to seeing your skirt flip up, to watching your tits bounce up and down with every curb eddie hit "accidentally", to the way he enjoyed you sitting on his lap while the two of you watched a movie, your ass shifting against his cock that made him hard immediately, to the way you made his mind fuzzy when you licked your ice cream, giggling as you swiped your finger, extending your finger so that eddie could also taste it.

it was as if you were teasing him, and it was driving him crazy, everything you did, eddie was obsessed with.

it was fine up until the point he started coming over to your house. it was as if something had taken over him, the first time he saw your room is when he lost it. it was filled with all of the posters of the bands he liked, you had shown it off to him like it was nothing, telling him that you liked listening to whatever he liked.

eddie knew then and there that he needed you in his life. forever.

when you left the room he couldn't help but go through your things, a huge smile plastered on his face as he saw the picture of the two of you, tucked to the side of your mirror.

then he started going through your drawers, he knew it was wrong, and he knew you could catch him at any minute, but it gave him this rush that he couldn't help but be excited about.

his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head when he saw your lingerie, the pink lacy set you had was enough to give him a heart attack.

and he couldn't help but take one, just one he promised himself, he knew it was a lie, he knew he would come back for more, but he stuffed it into the back of his jean pockets, knowing that he would be jerking off to them while thinking of you.

and when stealing your panties became a regular thing eddie knew he was fucked. he would sneak into your room when you were not around, stealing those cute little pink lacy panties you had a thousand of that you always wore with your tight little skirts.

he would jerk off with them, imagining your tight cunt as he fucked the material, finishing off inside as he released his warm load in the soft material. imagining how good it would be to see you wearing them, your cunt covered in his jizz, the thought of that alone would make him go feral.

and soon he would get so comfortable stealing them, cleaning them, and returning them that he would notice how careless you were with them.

he had stolen from you countless times before, and not once had you noticed, you kept going lingerie shopping with him because of how you always lost your panties, it was a win-win situation for him.

this caused him get a bit more comfortable, and soon enough, he was now in your room when you told him you'd be taking a quick shower, he was hurrying to go through your drawers, and he smirked at the sight of the cute little heart-shaped panties, remembering these panties from the day you wore that tight little black dress, showing off your curves and ass every time you bent over to pick up something eddie 'accidentally' dropped.

as he gets on your bed to engulf himself in your scent fully, polaroids on your bedside catch his eye, he slowly reaches for them, and his eyes bulge at the countless pictures of you in a bikini, they were all taken by nancy when you, nancy and robin went to that girl's spring break, leaving him behind.

his sadness at the time of you leaving is washed all away when he sees those pictures. each picture sends more blood rushing to his already aching cock, he curses and groans as he quickly unbuckles his belt, his cock stirs and hardens in his boxers.

and he's quick to release this tension as his angry hard cock springs free out of his boxers, plopping against his stomach.

he stretches the panties against the girth of his cock, and then wraps the panties around his pink tip, pre-cum beading out of his slit, while his other hand is holding the polaroids, examining every part of it.

the polaroid is enough to put a clear image in his mind, the first picture is you smiling, your tits are bursting out of your bikini and the only thing he can picture is how good they would look when you were stuffed with his cock, begging and crying for more beneath him, the way your breasts would bounce with every thrust is enough to cause a low groan out of him.

he's slow to stroke himself with the soft material, a part of him wants you to catch him doing this, a part of him wants you to see how crazy he is for you, he wants to see your shocked face as he fucks your precious panties, and a part of him wants you to help him out, he doesn't want this to be over so soon.

he goes over to the next picture, this time you're laying down on your stomach, your whole frame is in the picture and your ass is sticking out from your thong-like bikini, you face the camera as your gaze is dark, so filled with lust that he groans again, tugging at his cock harder with your panties as he imagines spanking your ass, leaving handprints all over your cheeks.

his fantasies intensify now as he imagines your soft hands over his rough calloused ones, giggling as you stroke him and kiss his angry pink tip. 'mmm, you're s'big, eds.' he imagines you giggling.

he gets to the next polaroid, and the sight alone is enough to make him spill his load all over the picture.

you are looking up innocently as you stick your tongue out, he has no idea why nancy would have this sexy photoshoot with you but he's not complaining as he forcefully tugs your panties along with his cock, his pumps getting intense.

'what d'you want me to do, eds?' he imagines you batting your eyelashes at him as you are standing between his shaking thighs,

'd'you need me to suck you off?' he imagines you asking with your doe eyes.

'yes, doll, need your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.' he pictures your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, taking all of him.

'f-f-fuck, just like that, pretty girl.' he groans, praising the imaginary you.

'y'like that eds, y'like me sucking you off?' he winces at your words, his hand began to fist his cock harder, beads of sweat dripping on his forehead from the way he imagined you, he needed to cum.

's'big eds, it's s'fuckin' big, hmmm' you purr, even in his fantasy, eddie is needy.

'need you so bad, princess.' his voice is strained from his groans, he's fucking himself so hard against your panties that the material is straining him, giving him a mix of pleasure and pain.

he imagines holding your hair in a tight grip, pushing your head further as you gag around his cock, all teary-eyed as you look up at him, the image of your saliva mixing with your salty tears causing a strained moan out of him.

'y'gonna cum for me eds? paint my throat with your cum?' the way he imagines you with your doe-eyes and your filthy words is too much for him, his knuckles are white as they abuse his poor aching cock.

'yes baby, need to fill your throat with my cum.' he whimpers now, he feels pathetic, so pathetic, fucking your panties as he's ready to cum all over your polaroid pictures, just so he could show them to you, tell you how fucking pretty you look covered in his jizz.

he imagines you hollowing out your cheeks, as you take all of him with your pretty little lips, his huge cock hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him, and your hands stroking whatever's left of him, massaging his balls, and eddie's eyes roll in the back of his head.

just then, he hears the shower noise turn off, and he knows he doesn't have much time left.

'need your cum, eds. need to taste you.' the imagination is more than enough to get him closer, his grip on your panties is so tight that he can feel his cock ache, he needs to release himself, and he needs to do it now.

'gonna cum, baby, s'good, princess, doing s'good.' his thighs tremble, as eddie's hand sped up now, he bucked his hips forward in a rough movement as the image of you beneath his thighs taking him all was etched into his mind.

'f-f-fuck, gonna fill that sweet mouth of yours.' he groans, and he tugs on his cock faster and faster, his thumb swiping over the tip messily as he releases his warm load into the hem of your panties, animalistic groans leaving his lips.

'take it all, baby, shit.' he murmurs as his cock twitches in your panties, his sticky load covering all the soft material.

the sound of the bathroom door opening causes panic out of him before he can even ride out his climax he places the polaroids on the bedside and then he places the panties next to your clean clothes, getting dressed as he attempts to look nonchalant, sitting on your bed.

'sorry i took so long.' you giggle as you enter, and eddie just hums, his mind still hazy from what happened and the blood is rushing to his cock again as you stand in front of him with a tiny towel wrapped around your body.

your legs are shining and the towel is so tight that he can see the curve of your ass, and your breasts are so pushed together that eddie wants to curse himself for being this perverted about you.

he straightens himself, trying to appear as normal as you walk over to him.

'can you turn around, i'm gonna change.' you murmur, heat rising to your cheeks.

he awkwardly nods as he places himself in front of the mirror, a smirk appearing on his face as he watches you putting on the panties that was covered with his warm cum.

he expects you to have a shocked face, turn around and accuse him, or he expects you to believe that you got so aroused that you immediately soaked your panties, and he thinks he could help you with that.

but what he doesn't expect is to hear you whimper, and his head shots up at the sound, 'mhmm' you almost groan and the blood is quick to rush to eddie's cock again, he's hard as a rock.

'it's not warm enough.' you hum, as eddie turns to face you, his brows knit together in confusion.

'w-what?' he stutters almost, you shrug.

'next time i'd prefer if you actually came in me.' you say nonchalantly, and eddie's jaw almost opens at your words.

his mind is about to explode, he's stuttering, he wants to apologize, but at the same time he wants to know how you knew, he's speechless.

'i- i'm sorry.' he stutters as he attempts to get closer to you, a smirk forming on your face.

'how did you know?' he asks in a timid voice, he can't help but admit how much this excites him.

'oh, eds, who do you think put those polaroids in there?'

final author's note: OKAY IM SORRY ITS A BIT CHEESY BUT PLSPLPLS PLEASEE LMK IF YOU WANT A PT.2, my asks are open! request away <3 ily all hope yall enjoyed this filth omg mwah xo, em <3

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #perv!eddie #perv!eddie munson #perv!eddie munson imagine #perv!eddie munson smut #perv!eddie munson x reader

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entropys · 2 years

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had a very enlightening and meaningful conversation about social media with my best friend today and i feel like that conversation was too good that i need to write a post about it sometime

#not now tho some other time when i feel like it #but im really glad we had this conversation #we also had another conversation about communication between us 2 and i feel like if i had a therapist they’d be proud of me for doing this #i am a person that cannot handle conflict whatsoever so me and my best friend actually never had a fight #which is.. not healthy i think since we’ve known each other for about 9 years now and have been close for 7 years #damn now that i think about wow.. i’ve known them since middle school and we’ve been besties since high school #but anyways yeah i told them that there’s absolutely no way we haven’t upset one another at some point but we both are kinda the same so we #dont say anything ever… and just keep being upset on our own then the other would keep making the same mistake bc they dont know #and its like a never ending cycle..#and that bc we dont say anything whenever they upset me i keep thinking of all the other things they’ve done that upset me and drive myself #crazy.. and it got to the point where i need to do something about it or ill explode but i just CANT tell them what they did to upset me #i can’t do it i can’t handle it so i came up with a genius idea #every time they upset me i will write about it in my notes app like i always do and they’ll do the same #then we’ll have a day called confession day where we gather them all in a paper and exchange papers and never talk about it again 🫶#bc then it’ll be like we both upset each other and we dont want to discuss it or have a fight so its just a way to let each other know #and i think it will help us grow closer and it will make being alive more bearable and i will enjoy their company even more #i know that we should maybe start discussing things at some point but baby steps im sure we’ll get there some day #anyways i really love my best friend im glad theyre alive im glad today happened #they had an accident recently and are currently recovering from an injury do u know how scared i was #im glad theyre here with me :’) gonna go cry and be sappy now goodnight #actually im gonna attempt to study i have 2 midterms tomorrow i did all this when i should be studying #but if i could repeat my day i wouldn’t change a thing #*

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that-one-weeb-but-it-transformer · 4 months

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Your Optimus' Older sister, and he's always looked up to you even as a Prime headcannons

When Optimus was "born" you were still young, you could remember holding him

Basically you guys were inseparable since you were young

You helped him get through his schooling and a job at the archives actually

You were kinda like that embarssing mom, especially infront of Femmes you caught him glancing often

"Ooo is that your little-" "no! No! No!"

In an honest respect you both have each others back, you've been there for every big ceremony he's been apart of.

He told you about becoming a prime first

You were more than proud of him.

And even as a Prime he really still found you a roll model

Always looking up to you like he did when you were both younger, either it be in battle or in simply speaking.

Its unfortunate but you both broke apart with the wars final days

He to earth and you, well he didnt know exactly what had happened to you

He hadnt forgot about you, but pushed you to the back of his mind.

Maybe he hoped you'd find your way to him like all those times you did when he got lost as a youngling, telling him it'd be okay as he cried scared he had lost you forever

"I always come back. Don't I Orion?"

What a way to run back into each other, back on earth that is

Everyones shocked to be honest.

They had never known Optimus had a sister, none the less one so different from him.

Also. He showing a happy emotion? Its a good day

"Still light as ever I see!"

Not you picking him up in a hug, basically embarssing him.

The bots were glad to have another well rounded fighter

And Miko was just glad to meet another kick ass bot

"Optimus has a sister? And that sister is you?"

"Bam! Right on the dot! Me and ol Blue and Red here! Together again! Huh?"

Despite your outgoingness you do keep silent, they've realized Optimus started doing your little finger on the chin thing as you think

"I didn't think Femmes could be so tall."

"You're just mad because she's taller than you, Jackie."

Tall femme supremacy

"So! What did you do on Cybertron?" Miko asked happily.

"Do?" Y/n questioned hands on her hips, "what do you mean do?"

"I bet you were a Wrecker like Bulkhead and Wheeljack! Are you a prime?"

"Oh my occupation!" Y/n smiled as she thought, finger holding her chin in thought, "well i did a number of things, anything to get some energon on the table."

"I thought you and Orion lived in Iacon." Raffle spoke.

Y/n nodded, "We did. Didn't mean it was easy. I did do a number of things Im not proud of Anything for my little brother." Y/n answered with a smile.

"I was more than happy to ruin my own reputation and life to get him where he needed to be." Y/n spoke.

"Wow." Jack responded, "I'd wish I had siblings like you."

Y/n smiled with a nod, "never break up a set. I use to tell him that all the time."

Megatron? Terrified of you

Mostly because you've been able to kick his aft more than once in his life time

Picking up your injured brother

Protecting your injured brother

Taking the shot for your injured brother

Ratchet came out of base to even get Optimus immediate medical attention, but you snapped back and wouldn't let anyone touch him as you held him close

Ratchet knew you before hand so it was a bit helpful that he knew all the things you been through.

Arcee argues with you for it

"You could of gotten Optimus Killed!' She shouted at Y/n, pointing a demanding digit at Arcee.

"I know what Im doing. Back off!" Y/n demanded, "and don't point at me."

She slapped Arcee's servo away.

"You shouldn't even be here! You're a liability! You don't help in anyway and disrespectful Optimus!"

"Disrespect? I'd kill myself before I ever disrespected my little brother-"

"Thats just it! He's a leader not your little brother! Not no more! He thinks your embarrassing!"

"Oh please." Y/n spoke

"You're just dead weight-"

"Thats enough!" Ratchet demanded pulling the two apart.

"If Orion thinks Im such of a dead weight. He can tell me. And I'll leave." Y/n spoke, "and I won't come back."

"His name is Optimus." Arcee argued.

"And thats where you miss." Y/n defended, "This isnt just a discussion about war. This'll be a discuss about family."

You ended up leaving after dicussing it with Optimus

"But Y/n I don't understand why you are leaving"

You didnt tell him what had happen.

"It's just best for the team. If you need me, Im a comn link away."

It's almost like a big sister going off to college, but instead of coming back after 4 years, you won't come back at all

Kinda just fell off the face of the earth again :(

He never did comn you, and you never did come back.

He felt as if he's disappointed you in some way

That could be the only reason you left in such a way

Sure though, he'd find you again on the feild.

In a cave specifically, slumped against a wall, sword at your side, dead cons around you.

Sure, you did defeat all the cons, evident by the slashed chasis, decapitications, and sliced off body parts.

Turns out just one too many injuries got you this time around.

How his spark ached seeing you in such a stature

Never to see you alive again, never able to repay such a debt he had as you being his big sister

It's even more unfortunate that he never learns of why you truly left

#tfp #transformers #transformersprime #tfp headcanons #optimus headcannons #tfp optimus prime #optimus x reader #transformers prime optimus #optimus prime #transformers optimus #tfp optimus

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anton-luvr · 7 months

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best!friend sohee who gets jealous and pulls reader to the side, confessing he likes her ( it doesn't have to be but if you want could you make it tiny bit suggestive?

# DREAM COME TRUE.

𖦹 bestfriend!sohee x fem!reader | fluff & suggestive & a lil bit of angst 𖦹 note ; another day another sohee fic <3 ngl im quite proud with myself on this one... i hope u like it anon! + reqs are open! join my 100 followers event here !

The heat is almost unbearable as you clamber up to your attic.

Of all times to have a heatwave, Mother Nature just had to pull one while you were in the midst of moving out.

"Sohee! I need help with this box!" you yelled.

"Coming!" your best friend shouts in reply, running up the stairs.

"It's okay, I'll help you." Seunghan interjects, already at the entrance of the attic.

"Thanks," you sigh, smiling tiredly at your other best friend. "This one's insanely heavy."

Yet with complete ease, he lifts it up in his arms. "Don't worry about it," he assures you. "That's why I'm here to help anyway."

Sohee clears his throat, waiting impatiently at the bottom of the stairs. "Hey, she called for me first." he states.

"It's fine, I got it." Seunghan shrugs.

Sohee scoffs.

He knows that Seunghan's your childhood best friend, but Sohee really disliked him.

"Are you gonna take this box with you?" Seunghan sets the dusty box down, sneezing as the dust billows in his face.

The snicker on Sohee's face is rubbed right off when he sees you rub Seunghan's shoulder with a soft, "Bless you!".

"I don't know," you hummed. "Let me check what's inside of it first."

A surprised gasp escapes your lips when you're met by the sight of countless Polaroids and stacks of photo albums.

"Seunghan, look!" you say excitedly, pulling one out. "It's photos from that beach trip when we were in third grade!"

The elder sits closer to you, a fond smile of surprise and awe on his face as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"Wow, that was so long ago." he murmurs.

Sohee scrunches his nose in jealousy, sitting beside you.

"See, I told you that you dropped my pizza!" you laughed, pointing at a photo of a nine-year-old you wailing beside Seunghan, a slice of pizza by your feet while he smiled sheepishly.

"You owe me one now." you teased, pinching his arm lightly.

"Fine, fine." he agrees, jokingly rolling his eyes.

As if your stomach was listening to the conversation, it growled. "It's a sign," you say confidently. "You need to buy pizza for our lunch now."

Seunghan giggles at you as he gets up. "What do you want?" he asks, dusting off his jeans.

"Anything's fine." you say absentmindedly, back to flipping through another photo album.

He hums in response, walking downstairs. "I'll be back in half an hour!" he shouts, before closing the door behind him and driving off to the local Domino's.

"He didn't even ask if I wanted any!" Sohee complains. "He kinda sucks, Y/N."

You click your tongue, hitting his shoulder. "He'll get some for you, don't worry."

He's about to argue with you again when you cut him off short, holding up a polaroid to his face.

"Look, isn't this cute? It's me and Seunghan at prom!"

It is a cute picture, but Sohee boils with jealousy when he sees Seunghan's arms around your waist.

He has to fight the urge to make a sarcastic remark, because this was probably the only time he was going to get alone with you today.

"Yeah, it's cute." he agrees, forcing a smile.

If he had to look at another photo of you and Seunghan being cute together, he thinks he's going to be sick.

"Hey, why not we go downstairs and watch a movie?" the boy suggests.

Thankfully, your eyes light up at his suggestion, nodding readily.

By the time Seunghan makes it back, the both of you are already halfway through 'Finding Nemo'.

"You're back!" you cheer, getting up to help him with the pizzas.

Sohee sighs for the umpteenth time, lazily getting off the couch and trailing into the kitchen.

He's not sure what he's exactly upset about.

If anything, he's not even sure if he's upset or insecure.

Because for almost a year, Sohee had been crushing on you.

He loved your smile. He loved the way you were always so positive and practical about things. He loved you.

But to suddenly see this handsome, smart, and funny guy who happened to be your childhood best friend get all touchy and close with you made him feel like he stood no chance in comparison.

"Sohee," you call, holding plates. "You good?"

"Yup," Sohee lies, mustering another fake smile. "Just thinking about something."

"Here, take this slice." Seunghan says, putting a slice of Hawaiian pizza on your plate.

"You still remember my favorite, huh?" you chuckle.

"I remember your favorite too!" Sohee suddenly shouts.

He had gotten up so abruptly from his seat that the chair toppled over, startling you even more. His face was as red as the tomato sauce on the pizza, his eyes wide and his fists clenched.

"Are you oka-"

"N-No, I'm not okay. Can I talk with you upstairs for a while?" he manages to say, a mix of anger and adrenaline rushing through his system.

Seunghan stares at the both of you warily as you make your way upstairs after Sohee.

"I think you should go," you mouth to Seunghan.

He flashes you a thumbs up, packing up some pizza for himself to take home.

The soft clicking of your front door closing after Seunghan leaving is the same time when Sohee flops down on your bed, burying his face in his hands.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" you ask, worried.

He stays silent.

"You've been upset ever since Seunghan came over." you say, sitting down beside him.

"Well, because I like you!" he blurts.

Neither of you says another word, merely staring at each other in surprise.

Sohee wants to facepalm himself, because this was definitely not the way he wanted to confess to you.

But since he already did, he might as well salvage whatever he could, continue, and hope for the best.

"I really like you, Y/N." he starts. "And I'm upset because you seem so much closer with Seunghan, and he's so much handsomer and funnier than me, and I was wondering if you liked him or whether he liked you, because it seemed like it."

He's breathless by the end of his ramble, contributing to how red his face was.

"I know that's really immature of me, but I really like you so much. I wanna be with you," he continues earnestly. "I wanna be the one who makes you laugh like that, the one who can look after you, the one who treats you better than anyone else can."

Your heart melts at his words, and you gently stroke his cheek.

"Sohee, you always have." you whisper, taking his hands into yours.

"Really?" he mutters.

You nod, squeezing his hand. "And don't worry about Seunghan. I only see him as a friend, that's all. It's the same for him too. We just grew up together that way."

Sohee lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, a sense of relief washing over him.

"Besides," you add. "I like cute boys over handsome boys."

His eyes widen, hoping you meant what he thought you meant.

"Yeah, I like you too." you giggled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

Sohee's eyes widen even more, and he thinks they just might pop out of his head.

"Did you just kiss me?" he mumbles, frozen in disbelief.

The smile on your face falters, and you worry you took it too far.

"I'm so sorry, are you uncomfortable with that?"

Sohee doesn't even waste time on his words, opting to show you his reply to that instead.

He kisses you again, so full of passion and love while he pulls you in closer to him by the waist. You wrap your arms around his neck, eyes shut as you take in how his lips felt against yours.

You always found his lips pretty, but to feel them against yours was something else.

The warmth of his tongue, the softness of his lips, the comfortingly musky scent of his sweater, and the flavor of his vanilla chapstick were enough to make your head spin.

Somewhere through the kiss, Sohee ended up lying down while you stayed on top of him, both your lips and tongues never separated.

"I think we need to stop." he suddenly says, breathless as he reluctantly pulls away.

"W-What? Why?" you ask, already missing kissing him.

"If we keep going, I think we're gonna end up doing more than just kissing." he pants.

It takes you a while to get what he means, but you really don't care when you do.

"I'm fine with anything as long as it's with you." you mumble, trying to kiss him again.

"Are you sure?" Sohee asks, dodging your kiss. He didn't want to pressure you into anything; your comfort was going to always be his first priority.

"More than sure, babe." you whisper against his lips.

Sohee's heart almost explodes at the new term, smiling as he lets you lead the kiss.

It was all a dream come true for him, with the girl of his dreams.

#riize #riize fics #riize fluff #riize sohee #riize icons #riize moodboard #kpop #kpop fluff #kpop fics #riize seunghan #riize angst #riize smut

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r4ikkonen · 1 year

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NEW ENGINEER | Carlos Sainz x Engineer/reader

a/n Hey this feels so unfinished so let me guys know if you want a part two :)

“Im happy to announce that now you would be working for Scuderia Ferrari” Binotto said while shaking my hand

“It’s such a pleasure, thank you very much” Y/N said, she couldn’t stay still, it was a dream come true.Finally working for her favorite Formula 1 Team knowing how proud her dad had must been.After getting all the documents and files it was said that tomorrow she will meet the drivers and talk with them about the possible new car designs.She couldn’t be happier.

The next morning she came to the garage and met everyone.Binotto has already announced that she will be learning about everything in here.She has meet Charles so far and her other colleague that was an aerodynamicist.It still felt unreal to her.The aerodynamicist ordered her to fix a small problem on the rear wing.Which she gladly accepted.Not a 5 minutes had gone by and a big string figure had walked towards her.

“Hey I just wanted to announce myself, I’m Carlos.” The man said

“Oh hi I’m y/n and current i’m fixing your car” She said with a few chuckles

“Oh i can see” Carlos said giving her hand with some of the work.

She felt some sort of connection between the two of them.She tried her best not to blush, she didn’t want to seem unprofessional on her first day.

Few weeks have passed and the season has already started.The place took in Australia the first qualifications.Her job was to be Carlos’ engineer on the radio.She was responsible for almost everything.

“Don’t be so nervous, y/n” Carlos said gripping my shoulders, which made me look right into his dark brown eyes

“If you say so..” Y/N said still feeling nervous, in her head all the negative thoughts were running.What if something happened?What if Carlos crashes into something and it’s her fault?

Qualifications went fine, Charles qualified P4 while Carlos qualified P2.Which wasn’t so bad.Carlos came hugging her thight. “I knew you could do this!I told you it was going to be okay.” He said full of joy.This time we locked eye contact for few seconds but we quickly realised that we weren’t alone in the garage so we got back to work.I came up to Charles congratulating him on his P4 He did have some problems with his car, but he pulled that off easily.

“Heyy Charles good job out there!” y/n said placing her arm on his back.

“Eh it could have been better but okay.” Charles said in disappointment

“C’mon it’s not that bad I mean it’s quali”She tried cheering him up but sadly she failed.

We noticed Carlos looking at us and Charels turned to me and said “You know he likes you, right?”

The driver’s words just melted in my ears.I’ve blushed hoping it wasn’t noticeable “Uhm.. Carlos,No,no I don’t think so”

“Hmm.” He pouted and walked away to talk with Binotto

We were packing to go back to our homes.I was drinking my coffee in the motorhome and Binotto came up to me.

“Hey y/n you did great today!You were really on point.” His words made me feel like I was really at home.

“Ehm but watch out for Sainz, he kinda has a thing for you” Binotto said with a serious tone

“Don’t worry sbout it Mattia, I’m here to fix the cars” I said reassuring him.

I went back to my car and then Carlos approached me..

“Hey I just wanted to thank you for everything do you think that um.. we could go out on dinner so I can thank you properly?” Carlos said scratching the back of his neck slightly avoiding the eye contact between us.

“Sure thing Sainz” I kicked him him with my elbow in a playful way which he seemed to like. The rest of the evening I spent rambling to my best friend about everything that happened.I couldn’t stop thinking about Carlos that night.

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applegameisprollytaken · 6 months

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I have been putting off writing this for too long.

But, due to recent events... Might as well.

My mental health is in the shit. For the past few years, shit kept happening, and I pretended I was fine.

I got Tumblr less than a year ago, and planned to just post funny shit and get my dopamine hits by the few people nice enough to reblog my bullshit.

That kinda happened. But shit just got worse. Depression is a hell of a thing. So I got more dependent on what I already knew worked, but at this point, I just want to die. I always feel like a fuck-up that ruins everything I touch. But, you know what? I'm trying. But I want people to KNOW I'm trying. To know how hard I'm trying to keep it together. To know how hard it is to not let this affect everything else.

But, honestly, I just need someone to notice me. The things I made. Not my stolen jokes, not my glorified conversations. I want people to see what I spend so long on, and what I am so proud of.

I want people to see me for what I am, and what I'm trying to be.

I have tried therapy. I have tried everything you can think of.

None of it works.

I keep trying.

But none of this means I will stop. Wanna know why?

Because I know that there is always something trying to cause my downfall, and I'm spite fucking incarnate.

depression getting me to want to kill myself? its gonna have to shut down my liver like a REAL illness, because fuck you.

Anxiety got me thinking everyone is against me? I'LL JUST BE BETTER THAN THEM! Can't judge someone for being objectively better!

ADHD got me feeling like I can't do anything I usually love? Well, fuck you, I'm gonna do it anyways.

Life trying to throw another spanner in the works? I'm gonna keep on chugging, just to prove a FUCKIN POINT.

I AM SPITE INCARNATE. FUCK YOU ALL, IM GOING TO KEEP GOING.

GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT. I'VE ALWAYS BEEN READY FOR IT, FUCKFACE.

#rant post #this is a major vent #vent tag #major vent #vent #rant #spite #depression #adhd #anxiety #FUCK YOU ALL #im gonna keep going #no matter how hard you hit me.

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hanniluvi · 5 months

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( 🎞️ ) LOVE EASILY CRUMBLES — TAEHYUN SHORT FIC

[ DAY FIVE ] of the advent calendar !

( 🎞️ ) SYNOPSIS . . how easy it is to lose love for a season.

( .𖥔 ݁ ) PAIRING . . classmate!taehyun x classmate!gn-reader

( 🎞️ ) GENRE . . fluff, angst | FT. K + NICHOLAS ( &TEAM )

( .𖥔 ݁ ) WARNINGS . . profanity, miscommunications, someone kinda being a douchebag, taehyun is kinda frustrating ngl bc he holds GRUDGESSS 😪 — WORD COUNT : 1.1K+ ( 1139 )

( 🎞️ ) NOTE . . omg is this the start of soph FINALLY working on smth for txt 😱?? LMAO trust i have been trying for the past months but the ideas never got finished so </3 so im def proud of myself for getting this out n finished for u guys 🤍

"Come on! Ask him out!" K whispered, nudging you in Kang Taehyun's direction.

"I can't do this right now! I'm nervous—seriously, calm down!" You attempted to hold your ground, even pushing back, but the inevitable draw towards your crush seemed unstoppable.

"Stop playing matchmaker at the moment!"

"You need to make a move! You both complement each other so well! You, the energetic one, and him, the quiet one—it's a perfect match, if you ask me!" After a final nudge from K, you found yourself right next to Taehyun, who was seated at his desk, engrossed in a book with earbuds in. Well, fuck.

Sensing your presence, your crush, Kang Taehyun, glanced up, his eyebrow arching in mild surprise. Cursing your nerves, you hastily fished out a folded piece of paper from your pocket. Placing it on his desk, you offered a fleeting smile before dashing away.

You locked eyes with K, shooting him a fierce glare. "K, you're in trouble."

"Hey! I helped you—" K's protest was cut short as you chased him out of the classroom, eliciting a yelp. "I'm sorry!"

Meanwhile, Taehyun observed the scene, a small smile gracing his lips at the commotion. Returning his focus to the piece of paper, he carefully unfolded it.

"Here’s my number: XXX-XXX-XXXX.

Let’s go out?"

Despite his typically reserved and aloof nature, Taehyun found himself smiling, a faint pink tint gracing his cheeks—an unfamiliar but welcome sensation for him.

"And then—holy shit!" You exclaimed, eyes widened as you stared at your phone screen. Your heart raced far faster than usual, but who wouldn't get excited over something like this? "He actually texted me!"

"Who?" Nicholas barely showed any reaction but was still curious about the source of your unexpected excitement. “The quiet loser?”

You playfully hit his arm, causing him to wince and rub the spot. “No need to diss my future boyfriend now.”

“Okay, now you're delusional—and your taste in men is terrible too?”

“Oh fuck off, Nicholas,” you retorted, your eyes fixed on your phone, a smile spreading across your face as you read Taehyun's messages.

Hey YN, it’s Taehyun.

So, where do you wanna go?

You quickly typed up a response, “There’s a lovely spot not too far from here. Beautiful trees and a bench made for two. Oh, and there's a chance of snow today! It could be the perfect moment…unless you're not a fan of snow?”

He read your messages, and at this point, you were practically biting your fingernails, hoping he shared your affection for winter. It was your favorite season, with its enchanting snow and the opportunity to wear layers of cozy clothing.

That sounds wonderful. I love the snow :)

When?

With a sense of relief, you quickly arranged for the date to happen today, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement when Taehyun agreed. "I can't believe I just set up a date."

“I still don’t know what you see in him.”

“Stop being a mood killer, Nicho.”

You were spot on—tonight, snowfall was abundant, and Taehyun faced biting winds that blew the snowflakes into his face. Extending his hand, the snowflakes delicately settled in his palm, melting at his touch. At least the snow was pretty today.

Glancing at the time on his phone—6 PM, precisely on schedule—he approached the location. It was indeed a charming sight. The lights cast a soft glow above the bench, creating an atmosphere purposefully crafted for a romantic encounter for two. A smile graced his face; everything seemed just perfect, tailored to his ideal kind of date.

Sitting down on the bench, he looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of you at any moment. He waited.

And waited.

An hour had passed, and you hadn’t arrived. Taehyun was puzzled; where could you be? He was confident about the time—6 PM and the location you had chosen. His phone suddenly chimed, a notification he hoped was from you, but instead, it was a text from an unknown number.

You really think YN would go on a date with someone like you?

The text hit him like a ton of bricks.

She's popular, you're not. Why would she waste her time on a loser like you?

Doubt crept in, making his heart sink.

He felt a wave of nausea rising, his grip on the phone tightening, his fingers nearly turning numb. Did he raise his hopes for nothing? Did he really think that you were going to be different from the rest? The biting cold made it increasingly hard for him to catch his breath—how he despised the sensations coursing through him.

Nervously, his fingers hovered over your contact, finally pressing the call button. He didn’t know what he was doing, but it just felt like the right thing. Anxiously, he chewed on his lip while waiting on the line, and soon, he heard shuffling in the background. His eyes widened at how quickly you picked up the phone.

"Hey Taehyun?" Your voice sounded surprisingly calm on your end.

"Where are you?" he asked, trying to maintain composure, but the cold and wind were beginning to make him sound shaken up.

“I’m here with Nicholas—why do you ask?”

Taehyun should’ve known.

“So I’ve been waiting out here in the cold for no reason?”

“Huh?”

“The date you wanted to go on, YN. God, can you stop acting oblivious and tell me how you actually feel about me?” Taehyun feels the anger getting to him, his voice already rising.

“But the date is set to 8 PM? Wait, did I not tell you that?”

“That’s just a fucking excuse, isn’t it?”

“No, I thought I told you 8 PM? Oh my god—Taehyun, I’m so sorry. It’s a mistake, I swear!” You felt panicked, re-reading the text message you sent, realizing your mistake.

“Yeah right.” he just couldn’t help but chuckle at his situation.

“Taehyun, you have to believe me—” But he cut you off, “I already know how you feel. Thanks for playing with me—oh, and most important, thanks for ruining winter for me.”

“Wait—” But Taehyun hung up before you could continue. He had too many thoughts swirling in his head to deal with everything at that moment.

Taehyun sat alone on the snow-covered bench, the bitter cold seeping into him as he felt the disappointment and frustration swirl within. His emotions were a chaotic mess, a blend of anger, hurt, and the numbing chill of the winter night. The twinkling lights above seemed to mock his shattered hopes.

As he walked away, his shoulders weighed heavy with a mix of resentment and sorrow. Winter, once his beloved season, was now tarnished by this painful memory.

With a heavy heart, Taehyun knew this winter would forever hold a bitter taste, a season stained by a shattered promise and unfulfilled expectations.

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wcamino-confessions · 3 days

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hi, seraphronos/v01d4l_n0x here (yes the real one /silly) probably this doesn't look the most professional considering I literally just retired but I've been frustrated about certain things that happened whilst I was on the team and I've never really had the change to vent it all out. and yes I know this isn't really relevant anymore but I just needed to rant a little little disclaimer: my time on the lt apart from this situation was great!! loved it on there and I loved working with everyone else frfr !! so this is not intended to slander them at all this is mostly about the helper anon here, so to clarify for anyone unaware: void-anons is not me. they are a blog made to purposely impersonate me, and no I don't know who they are. I have my suspicions, but I'd rather not risk falsely accusing someone considering that's literally what happened to me lol. also this is mostly about me and my experiences so I'm not speaking from the team as a whole here so to start: literally fuck you helper anon. not cool man 👎. you didn't have to make the blog look like mine and could have made it completely anonymous but no you really just had to drag me into it (which im assuming was because im not the most active in chats so it was easier to make it seem like it was mine cause there would be no one to back me and my actions up). also I'll forever be annoyed at the rui aesthetic. like that is literally my guy ☹️. I understand you had frustrations about how things were handled and yeah I get it, but you really did not have to drag me into it??? and then joke about me getting demoted afterwards and act proud of the fact you did???? again just really not cool boooo 🍅🍅🍅. I hope both sides of your pillow are warm tbh I really do not like you my second point: the chats after I returned. yes guys I did read up. I definitely get why the other helpers were frustrated as was I but I felt some of the comments were kinda personal about me?? like I saw the point about how I wasn't close with the other team members show up a few times and like?? that isn't really about the confession that's about me 👎. and just to add on yes I'm aware this was like 8-9 months ago now, and most people part of that discussion have now retired third (and probably final point): the team as a whole on the issue. First of all, it took 2 days of constant bumping and sending proof I don't own the account just to get back on the team. 2 days I was waiting to see if they'd actually believe me. if it was me I honestly would have admitted it, but the fact it isn't and that it's completely out of my control is the worst feeling. little note here but I did really appreciate the members of the lt who sent me pms apologising/asking if there's anything they could do, thank you guys, love u /p. but the fact still stands that they haven't been demoted, and I have pushed for any updates/information that I was allowed to know, but I just kept getting told that 'we're working on it'. I know it's a difficult situation but it really just came across to me like nothing was actually being done. extra few little notes here but the fact that the first confession mentioned how they were on a burner account then proceeded to make it look like it was mine?? why would i do that?? also why was I immediately demoted without being given the option to explain anything first. I feel the actions from the team were very rushed and whilst I do understand it was quite a unique situation, I feel like the steps taken weren't completely thought through. to add to this though I'm glad I did get an explanation in ufc not too long back. I appreciate the transparency /gen. last note from me but I'd like to add the reason that I have so much to say here was because I felt as if I was being shut down at certain points. naturally, this was brought up in casual helper chats more than once and so I'd rant a little, but I had to hold myself back in case of anything.

I did proofread this a little but it is long so pls ignore any mistakes 🙏

#submission

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is-this-plural · 2 months

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99% that im not plural, but this specific thing i do could be interlretetd as it haha

-roughly 7 years ago

-draw three silly little characters, one of which is a way 2 draw myself in severe distress

-draw/write one to be a caring, motherly, gentle and patient lady (lets call her F)

-re-purpose "me in distress" as the embodiment of unhealthy habits, a voice that tells you to act out of desperation, hopelessness, etc (S)

-assign last character as Me, my (then) current self who is weak and stressed and heavily influenced by S. (B)

-write little comics where B is venting, and depending on my mental state, either S tells me bad things or F tries to calm me down and guide me. still dont know how to be gentle to myself.

-the years pass, still using this coping method, altough unregularly.

-i get better through therapy, meds & overall better surroundings

-i feel bad one day and decide to roleplay with F.

-through me vocally using her character, she tells me how lovely i am, how happy she is to know me, and that shes proud of my progess

-i am not even entirely steering her words at some point, she wont stop saying nice things (felt good tho!)

-i take vocal control back, thank her and tell her im happy i made her all those years ago

i am a singlet but am microdosing alters ????

its fr strange how its Very Much coping roleplay, yet looks and kinda felt like F was kinda not 100% me.

im pretty sure thered be more confusion, amnesia, "voices" and such if i was a system... right? (looks at systems whose host didnt find out for decades)

rating: you're an interesting critter. look up median system right now.

#the asks are plural #the anons are plural #mod 🍋#🐈‍⬛️it's always the medians.

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moneymasnn · 2 years

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Can you write something Where y/n has a fear of plane and mason wants to take her on vacation

Hold my hand| Mason Mount

Notes: (2.6k words) I wrote this really randomly within the last couple of hours so it might be kinda shit but im trying to work my way thought old requests!! I also kinda have a fear of planes so I thought this was cute! Requests are open if anyone has any ideas for a mason fic. Enjoy xoxoxoxo

Blurb: One where you have a fear of planes, but with your boyfriend wanting to take you on holiday, he convinces to by promising he will hold your hand.

Warnings: Mild swearing, some small hints to smut, just mason being a dirty minded boy

“But it's Greece y/nnnnn.”

Mason, your boyfriend exhales a long breath, your laptop strapped to his hip as he backs you into a corner in the kitchen.

“Think about the sun and the sea and me.” His lips lift into a smirk but it doesn't take long for the smile to fade when he realizes you're having none on it.

“The planes like three hours long, so we can watch endgame the whole flight.” His eyebrows are raised but still no word from your lips.

“Think about all the cute insta worthy pictures i'll take of you.” This however, mason notices the small crease in your eyes.

“It's not that I don't want to mason, I really want to. I just can't get on that jumbo death thing.” Mason furrs his eyebrows at your silly little nickname, he was about to argue his point more until you wiggled out of his grip, ducking under his arm and making way to the fridge.

Mason sighs, placing the laptop on the kitchen counter as he walks behind you, peering over your shoulder to also inspect what was in the fridge.

But before you could change the conversation and ask him if he wanted to order take out, a shrek left your lips when he had placed his hands on your waist, turning you around to face him.

“I wanna take my girlfriend on holiday.”

You sympathize with him, you want to go on holiday too. But you know you won't be able to put one step on a plane. The fear started when you were little, you had always been deathly afraid. You didn't go on many holidays as a child so it's not like you had ever gotten used to getting on a plane everyone once and a while. When you were eighteen and supposed to go on your first girls holiday you couldn't do it, you stormed off the plane like an idiot, crying as you watched your friends take off on the runway.

That tragic incident was when you were eighteen, you were now twenty three. And you still haven't attempted it.

“What about sleeping tablets?”

“No.”

“Boat?”

“Hard pass.”

“What if I hold your hand?”

“Mas-.”

“I'll protect you. Nothing bad will happen I swear.”He cares, he really does care. “And if the plane crashes you won't even have time to hate me because you'll be dead.” He shrugs, way to ruin the moment mase.

“I want you to at least try.”

“I just can’t mason, you have no idea how much I want to go on holiday with you.”

“Then try. Try for me.” He pleads.

You throw your head back, tears starting to fill your eyes as mason immediately wraps his arm around your shoulder worried if he's pushed you too far.

“I'm sorry mase.” You gently try into his shoulder, your fists clinging to a handful of his jumper.

“It's okay, it's okay. I'm not mad that you're scared y/n, everyone has fears, but you could at least try.” He pulls away from your puffy eyes.

“I want to, mase. I'm just scared I'll embarrass myself in front of your family.”

Mason gently places a kiss to your forehead before pulling away.

“Let me book the tickets, come with us, and if you get on the plane and change your mind i'll walk straight off the plane with you y/n.”

“I don't know if i can-'' You hated disappointing him but i couldn't help it, the idea of sitting on a plane sent shivers up your spine.

“I know you can, I'll be with you every second of the way. And even if you get to the airport and realize you can't do it i wont be mad, i'll be proud that you tried.”

“Okay.” You mumble, with a small sniff.

“Okay?” He repeats, a small smile on his face as you watch his eyes light up.

“Okay, I'll come to Greece with you.” You say with a small smile.

Mason's arms immediately go to your waist as he lifts you into the air.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You giggle as he places you down back to the ground, his hands on your cheeks as he houses every inch of your face.

“Oh we're going to have the best time ever! I promise you won't regret this.”

He says in between kissing you before he finally places his lips on your, his hand slipping down your neck so he can pull you close.

“I love you.” He mumbles on your lips. “I need to call mum, she's going to be so happy!”

And with that he sprints down the hallway, his phone glued to his ear as he starts to call his mum.

You just stood in the same position he left you in, your eyes grazing to the still open laptop with the booking flights still pulled up. You really hoped you wouldn't end up backing out.

There's nothing like the sound of an alarm ringing at 4am. The suns coming up and the birds are chirping. The sort of calm sleepy morning that should make you want to crawl back under the covers. But not when you're going on holiday.

Such a bittersweet feeling, walking around in your joggers and a jumper, drinking cocktails at 7am. Time doesn't really apply in an airport.

“Morning baby.” Mason rolls over, firmly placing his body on yours as his hand comes down to squeeze your hips.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Not at all.

“Excited?”

“Totaly.” yeah that one didnt sound as convincing.

Mason laughs as he gently sucks the inside of your neck and then up to under your ear.

He pulls back to look at your face, he can't hide his smile as he brushes some hair out of your forehead.

“Just remember, you're not being held captive y/n. If you really feel like you can't do this just say-”

“I can do this.” You can't do this. Not one bit, but you're scared if he carries on telling you you can change your mind you might actually change it.

“Let's go to Greece baby!” Mason smirks, pulling you up by your arm dragging you to the shower.

After a quick shower you chuck on some black shorts and a crop top but place masons hoodie over to the top. It was cold in England in the morning but you wanted your outfit to be comfortable and flexible so when you landed in Greece you wouldn't be hot.

There was a shallow knock on the door, mason was still in the bathroom so you pulled it open to see his mother standing in the hallway.

“Morning y/n dear.”

“Morning.” You whisper back, although everyone else that had stayed over last night was probably already up and getting ready.

Mason's family stayed the night so we could all travel to the airport quicker in the morning, instead of them having to drive all the way from Portsmouth at three am.

“Was just wanting to see if you wanted tea? Or a coffee.” She smiles, she could sense the nerves coming off you from last night, she only wanted to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

“A glass of wine maybe?” You joke, she laughs with you before flashing one of her usually motherly smiles at you. “Could I have a tea please, I'm sure mason will have one too.”

“Is he up?” She peers her head over your shoulder as mason comes up behind you.

“I'm up mum.”

“Good we leave in half an hour darling. Oh y/n please make sure he's packed everything, he forgot his passport last year.” she tuts at him before laughing and dashing back down the stairs.

He smiles as you turn to face him, “You forgot your passport?”

“In my defense I left it on the kitchen counter, not like I forgot to pack it.” He shrugs, walking back into the bathroom.

You were about to close the door when you heard the quietest of pitter patters running to your door.

“Aunty y/n/n are you awake!” You smile as summer comes colliding with the door, pushing it open as wide as he can, running onto your arms.

“Morning sunny!” You coo at her.

“Morning!” She smiles at you, but her smile fades when she notices the french plait in your hair. “Can you do that to my hair?” She pouts at you.

“Of course go get the hair brush from uncle mase, he's in the bathroom.” You smile at her, putting her down as he runs into the bathroom, she immediately returns with the hairbrush and a hair band, sitting on the end of your bed quietly as you brush through her hair.

“Aunty y/n/n? Uncle massey said you don't like planes, whyyyy?” She asked you as she plays with the corner of the blanket under her legs.

“I just find them a bit scary, but don't worry you'll be fine.” You didn't want to make her scared either, since she was a child.

“I'm not scared. I'm a big girl.”

“Oh really?” You smile at her, tying the band around the end of her hair and putting in some hairspray for her so it holds in.

She smiles as she jumps on the bed then into your arms, “You can sit next to me aunty y/n/n if you get scared. I can hold your hand!” She smiles at you, but you didn't have time to answer her when she was running out of your room after being called by her dad.

“See, if summer can do it you can do it.” Mason smiles, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Shut up.” You giggle at him.

“I'm proud of you, thank you for trying.”

You inhale a deep breath, kissing the red patch on his nose before pulling away to grab your bag.

You went down stairs in the kitchen to drink the tea Debbie had made you before you all piled into the taxi ready to take you to the airport.

Mason noticed how unusually quiet you were in the car, but a silent grab of your fingers in his as he places a quick kiss to the back of your hand was surprising enough to calm your nerves for most of the car ride.

When you got there you placed your bags through security, you decided to take a walk in duty free, buying a book to hopefully keep you distracted on the journey.

“I hope you're not planning on reading a book instead of watching Endgame with me?” Mason smiled, his head placed on your shoulder as he peers over at the blurb of the book you were about to buy.

You buy the book holding it in one hand as your other hand is firmly grasped in masons. The family makes way to the small gate, all ready to board the jet.

You expected the nerves to kick in right about now, right when you show your passport and your boarding pass but nope. Just excitement, excitement to spend the next two weeks with your boyfriend and his family.

You notice masons gaze never leave you as you walk down the tunnel and outside to the steps on the unusually small plane.

You hated that it had to be a jet and not a plane.

“Do you want a window or the outside seat?” mason asks you.

“The outer one.” You didn't want to be by the window and be constantly reminded that you were flying through the sky.

You had made it on the plane and into the seat, that in itself was an achievement

Once everyone was seated and ready on the plane you faced the front, you hand gripping masons as he places a slight kiss to your temple.

“Ready?”

“Not really.”

“Want to get off?” He asks.

“Nope.”

Mason smiled at your answer, “Do I need to get summer to hold your hand?”

You smile up at him, “I like it when you hold it.” you smirk at him, mason takes the chance to peek over his shoulder, most of his family were in conversation so he turns back to you with a smirk before leaning into your ear.

“Want to know what I'm thinking about?”

“One hundred different escape plans to get off this plane?” You look up at him but he just smiles and bites his lip, only then do you realize his intention.

“More like a hundred different ways I can make you moan in the toilet.” His lips purse up in a smirk as he subtly lifts his hips to adjust the uncomfortableness of his hard on rubbing against his joggers.

“Behave.” You slap his chest, but you cant help but break out in laughter at his stupid little actions.

“Y/n.” He asks quietly. “Not to like worry you or anything, but the planes kinda getting ready for taking off.”

You peer over him out the window to notice the plane had been moving and now was firmly settled on the runway. You had been so busy talking to mason you didn't even feel the plane start to move.

The plane starts to move up the runway as you scrabble to hold masons hand again. He smiles down at you before placing another kiss to your head, leaning back in his seat.

“Are you okay aunty y/n/n?!” Summer shouts from a few rows behind you.

You hear mason giggle next to you as you turn to smile at the little girl, promising her you were okay.

As the plane starts to take off in the air, mason's hand never leaves yours, neither does his lips with an occasional kiss to your head, cheek and temple.

“Y/n. You need to let go, I need a wee.” Mason sympathetically says. Waving your sweaty and connected hands in the air, you hadn't let go of him for the last twenty minutes.

“Unless you wanna come with me?” His brow cocks up again as you release his hand.

“You're like a horny teenager.” You scowl at him.

“What can I say? You're just too gorgeous to resist.” He smiles, placing a kiss to your lips before he runs down the aisle as quick as he can to the toilet.

You take the time of masons diserparance to roll over into his seat, deciding to look out the window, the sun was coming up and the sunset looked beautiful. You pulled your phone out to take a picture before summer came running over, crawling onto your lap.

“Are you still scared?”

“Not one bit.” You smile at her, brushing back a few hairs that were too short and had fallen out of her plait.

“Did uncle massey hold your hand?” She questions.

“He did.” You smile at her before noticing mason's presence as he towers over you.

“Not fair you took my seat.” He pouts, before sitting down.

Summer runs back off to her nan and mason gently taps your shoulder, pulling you out of your gaze from the window.

“I got you something.” Her smile, throwing a packet of m&ms onto your lap. “Thank you so much for getting over your fear for me. I'm about to make this the best week of your life.”

You smile up at him, connecting your lips in what you intentions were, a quick kiss.

Mason pushes his face into yours, his hand connecting with your cheek as the other one finds its way up your jumper to caress the naked skin on your waist.

He pushes his luck by sliding his tongue along yours, you were about to back away when you were interrupted.

“There are children on board!” Lewis shouts at the both of you, causing mason to giggle into your mouth before pecking your soft lips again and pulling away.

“Mase? I love you more.”

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