#i wanted to do it at homeeee

[geoarchcn]

Whyyy is luochas banner starting in the middle of the day tomorrow est- why can't it be like genshin 😭 now I have to plan my lunch break to pull for e6 luocha lmaoo

[e77y]

Back at school :(

[intertexts]

taking the cowards path & avoiding my enemy the walled mart....... -_-

[tulipe-rose]

I don't want to go out. I have a final exam tomorrow, isn't it obvious that I don't want to go to the museum mother. It's not an easy subject, sister. This isn't fairrrrr.

[daydadahlias]

one thing abt me is i sure do let myself be taken to secondary locations

[fruixtii]

i am sooo bored

[transgender-toilet-agenda]

i always lament how terrible any essay I write for school is but this one really took the cake because I realised I was comparing two things that are basically the same and the sources I gathered were insufficient just as I was about to start writing it so the result is two pages about jack shit that took me 8 hours to write :)))

[taruruchi]

Why did I decide to only get 3 and a half hours of sleep

[doyouknowhoyouare]

my mom called me to ask if i could go the grocery store after work to pick up some things and then said she would text what she needed. i am here at the store and she has yet to text me -_-

[darlink-xoxo]

PLATINUM IT IS!๑♡՞

in which, your boyfriend stumbles into your shared home, drunk

and keeps mumbling about something..

GIF isnt mine

─ͥ─ͦ─ͮ─ͤ➼♥

aged up

Warnings: Intoxication, Love Drunk + Actually Drunk Shoto, Fluff, Puppy love 🫶.. and spelling mistakes

❥ · ﾟ₊ You were patiently waiting for your boyfriend to come to your dorm room, he had been spending the afternoon with the guys somewhere. although you and the girls also went out, you had gotten home way before he did. it had just been a few minutes ago when you received a text from izuku, informing you that he'd be dropping your boyfriend off at your door. as apparently, he's been fussing about wanting to see you ever since they left the restaurant.

the green haired boy also told you that your boyfriend was drunk, so you had enough minutes to prepare your room. taking a sip of the cold water you placed on the counter, you turned when a knock came from your door. you opened it to reveal your pouting boyfriend with his arm slung on izuku's shoulder.

your shoto's face instantly perks up at the sight of you. laughing as you picture his metaphorical tail wagging a mile per second, izuku sends you a tired smile. almost like a reflex, shoto latches himself onto you, happily nuzzling into your neck. izuku waves you goodbye and whispers a 'good luck' before he closes the door. you fumble to lock it with your boyfriend putting all his weight onto you.

"my lovelyy.. i'm homeeee," he slurs, tightly hugging your waist to keep you close to him.

you giggle as you brushed his hair out of his face to reveal his dazed smile, "i can see that, my love," you whisper as you press a kiss to his nose.

he all but hums, closing his eyes in bliss. as he slumps his figure onto you, he softly mumbles something into the crown of your head. leaning up to kiss him along his jaw, you whisper and ask him to repeat what he said.

he lifted his head up and quietly recited his words, "my darling,, let's get married," he suggested with a caring smile on his face.

your eyes widened, struggling to respond as you nearly fumbled while carrying your boyfriend's weight.

"oh shoto.. honey, you're not thinking clearly, let's get you some water and then to bed," you muttered, feeling your palms getting moist by how flustered your boyfriend could make you even when drunk.

"I memorized your ring size way back when we started holding hands,, so now you gotta tell me, pretty.." shoto murmured to you in a hushed whisper.

you dragged the stumbling boy towards the kitchen, pouring water into a glass, you lifted it towards your boyfriend's lips, "and what should i tell you, handsome?"

with a gentle smile, he leaned away from the glass, "you need to tell me what ring you want," he dropped that information as if it was nothing and leaned toward the glass of water in your stilled hand.

"i-.. pardon..?" you blinked feverishly, did he just say what you thought he did??

he kept silent as he gulped down the water you held up to him, letting out a delighted sigh when finished, "what do you want your ring made of? is there any diamond you have in mind?"

you stiffly placed the glass into the sink, shutting off the lights behind you and sauntering the both of you towards your shared bedroom. zoned out, you only snapped back when your boyfriend repeatedly poked your cheek with a noticeable pout on his face.

"i want my answer, dearest.." he seemed to sulk when you didnt answer his question.

"shoto.. i'd rather have this conversation when you're sober,"

"love, please, any diamond you could be thinking isn't out of my reach,"

"i really think we should talk about this in the morning-"

"there's no limit to any brand sweetness, i could even call up someone in the states-"

"darling, let's get you to bed-"

"y/n.."

hearing him say your name crumbled your resistance instantly, sheepishly turning to face him, you shrunk at the saddened yet stern stare he gave you. giving up on avoiding the question, you sighed and turned away to hopefully hide from his pricing gaze.

"i'll take platinum.. any brand is okay.." not even noticing how his entire being perked up, you turned back as you felt him lift himself off of you.

he stumbled and flopped onto your shared bed with a happy and satisfied smile. he snuggled deeper into the pillows, as if you not answering his questions were the only thing keeping him up tonight.

yet even if this was cute, which it was, you realized something..

he didnt even brush his teeth yet.

[suhnshinehaos]

⚘  growing pains

series synopsis : people say that you’ll experience three kinds of love in your lifetime. the first is an idealistic love, the kind that feels straight out of a fairy tale. the second is the hard love, the kind that will leave you with lessons about yourself and the love you want and need to experience. finally, the love you never see coming. this is the story of your three loves. pairing : svt 97 line x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, coming of age, angst, fluff, my attempts at humor

act three : the unexpected love

after years studying and working abroad, yn is finally back home to a new job and new faces. all they want now is to focus on nothing else but their career and one of their coworker’s friends, minghao, makes it all the more interesting. 

part seventeen : mirrorball

previous  ➤  interlude ii next  ➤  part eighteen growing pains  ➤  masterlist

from reese, with love <3

gp!yn is so mirrorball by taylor swift coded and i stand by that wholeheartedly !! anyways emotional support 95 line came throughhh and yn is coming homeeee and gp act 3 is only 20 parts (plus an epilogue) aaaaah can u believe how time flies?

thank you for reading and making it this far with our yn :) appreciate all asks/rbs/replies,, promise i will get around to replying hahaha hope you're all doing well and taking care!

[deltaromeo3]

ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ & ᴘᴇɴꜱ ⋆ Daniel Ricciardo

pairing: daniel ricciardo x uni!student reader

summary: exam season was round the corner and you were studying til’ late.

✿ A/N: nothing special, just something at the top of my head :)

The sun set and it rose but you were still seated in the same place, doing the same thing you did the last night; studying for your upcoming finals.

You heard the front door open and close; indicating that Daniel had returned home from his workout session with Michael.

“Baby!” He calls out from the living room.

“In here love,”

You were then greeted by a sweaty Daniel who greeted you by teasing your messy appearance but quickly apologised because he realised you were not in the mood for jokes.

“She’s a feisty girl today.” He stood behind you, looking at the books and papers that were now sprawled out on the table.

“You’re still at it huh?”

You nodded, grunting a little.

“How’s it going so far?” He asked as he massages your shoulders.

“I’m not sure at this point,” The massage stops as Daniel exits to room.

He shortly returns with a cup in his hand.

“Here babe, you look like you need some of this,” He says, handing the cup to you.

You chuckled at the remark, thanking him as you took a sip.

“Right, so I’m gonna take a shower, wanna join me?” You shook your head.

“Wow,” His mouth forms an ‘O’. “That’s a first.” You chuckled at the response.

“Okay then. Anyways, I’ll be running errands with Michael later. Want anything while i’m out?“

You shook your head again.

Daniel kisses the top of your head. “You’ll do great babe. Don’t sweat it,” And leaves the room to shower.

You hear the water run, followed by Daniel’s horrendous singing. You chuckled to yourself at how his actions made you ease up a bit.

Not long after he comes by to give you a kiss before leaving. And even when you heard the door close you still continued to bury your head in your books.

★ ★ ★

“Babe! I’m homeeee,” Daniel calls out as he places bags of groceries on the countertop.

“Babe?” He calls out again. No response.

He walks towards the study, not thinking much of it because you usually listened to music whilst studying. So, it was normal for you not to respond when Daniel called out for you.

“Baby I got you your favour-“ Daniel stops short when he enters.

He chuckles to himself at the sight in front of him.

“She must be exhausted,” He thought to himself.

It was now 10 minutes past 7, and he had just returned home. The desk lamp was still on and it was the only thing illuminating the dim room other than the window.

He was right, you were listening to music… but you weren’t studying. Not anymore. You were now leaning on the desk, asleep. He walks towards the desk, proceeds to close all your books and gather all your notes neatly into a pile.

Afterwards he carries you bridal style to the bedroom, tucking you into bed. He only took a few steps forward when suddenly he heard you call him.

“Dan,” He turns.

“Yes my love?”

“Come join me,”

He lets out a soft laugh, quickly coming to a conclusion that putting away groceries can wait.

“Okay,” He takes his shirt and pants off, quickly walking to his side of the bed, getting in.

And like a moth to a flame, you immediately moved towards him and he embraces you.

You moaned into his touch. He tucks your hair behind your ear and says, “Let’s get some rest yeah?”

You nodded, falling into a slumber not long after.

[thecynthh]

whipped cream - C.S

synopsis - y/n wants to give chris a good christmas present for working so hard this december.

notes - SMUT, food play, tied up, roughish..? dom!chris, 1849 words

a/n - MY FIRST SMUT PLS BE NICE ALSO I KNOW THIS IS LATE FOR CHRISTMAS BUT YALLS DESERVE A CHRIS FIC INSTEAD OF KEEPING THE MATT SHIT COMING (also i’m a virgin and has never kissed anyone and it’s been 18 years so don’t judge if anythings like wrong :P)

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i sat down on the kitchen table wearing nothing but a santa hat and a lovely red lingerie set. this year for chris's gift i was going to let him play with me a little and try something new.

i was gunna let him do whatever we wanted to me, so to get him started i sat down on the large rectangle dining table in the house he shared with his brothers. luckily they agreed to staying out of the house for a couple of hours while i "wrap presents" for all of them.

in reality chris was going to have as much fun as he would like with me. i toy with the cap of the fresh whipped cream can i've bought for this occasion opening it up and squirting some into my mouth.

chrissy 🦌

i'm heading home soon, can't wait to see you y/n/n

y/n/n 💞

please get home soon

*sent picture*

chrissy🦌

mamas u can’t do that to me i'm still on the road

the lock jingles and a tall, slender man walks through the door. "immmmmm homeeee" i hear chris call out.

"i'm in here babes!" i say putting down my phone after scrolling on his instagram for a bit after messaging him.

“woah-“ chris has seen me naked multiple times but he stopped in his tracks when his eyes met my body, they then trail down to the multitude of gumdrops, gummy bears as well as the can of whipped cream that lay idol next to me.

“i thought it would be nice to surprise you with a night that’s all about you. i know how hard you’ve been working on youtube and it’s only fair that i get you a good christmas present.” i saw swinging my legs underneath the table. he drops his keys and walks over to fit between my legs, pressing his growing hard on onto me. my santa hat falls behind me when he attacks me with his lips.

our lips connect with need and lust, his hand slides towards my scalp from my cheek while his long fingers grasp at my hair pulling his face away from mine.

“i think this is the best gift i could've gotten this year.” i simply reply by moaning lost without his lips on mine anymore. chris wraps my legs around him while my arm collects the sweets and whipped cream, he goes ahead on sucking on my neck while he guides us both to his bedroom.

i land onto his bed with a plop, removing the cap from the whipped cream and squirting a bit into my mouth while chris comes down and opens his mouth to get some too. swallowing the frothy cream chris rips his shirt off attempting to match my amount of bare skin, i see the stretchy waistband barely peeking out of his pants making the man in front of me even more appealing.

he comes back to the bed after stripping coming face to face with me again and begins to speak “hey mamas? can we maybe try something please?” i nod in reply. before i could reply he unclasped my bra and slid it off of me letting my breasts bounce freely.

my hand caresses his cheek, “i trust you, forever and always.” he copies me and nods in reply before he reaches in the top drawer of his dresser and pulls out a couple of bandanas. he holds one in his mouth and scoops me up putting me closer to the edge of his bed near the pole of his bed frame. straddling me he ties my hands to the bed frame with one of the bandannas and wraps one around my head covering my eyes.

“oohh i like this,” i say rubbing my thighs together feeling the slickness of my juices spilling out of me.

chris’ pov

the girl below me is absolutely stunning, i know exactly what i want from her. “okay, this might be a little cold, don't be scared.” i squirt a little bit of the cream onto her bare right nipple, she squirms a bit underneath the cold slightly arching her back. it compensate for the uncomfortable sensation i rub her clothed clit causing a moan to fall out of her mouth.

i copy what i did to her right nipple to the left, leaving two mounds of whipped cream on top of her nipples, i smile at my accomplishment. “mmh chris,” she says layed down pushing her hips into my hand trying gain any type of friction.

i become swift with the rest of the whipped cream that i wanted to paint her body with. i draw a small C and S with the cream on her stomach enclosing it with a heart, i admire my work and add two gumdrops as an addition to the mound of cream on her boob to represent her nipple.

i remove my hand that was simultaneously circling on her clit and replace it with my tongue, i taste the material of cloth that’s the only barrier between my girl and i.

she opens her mouth wide to moan in response to the contact to her pussy. seeing this, I take the opportunity to put more whipped cream in her mouth and drop a layer of gummy bears in her mouth. her moans are muffled and she refuses to close her mouth keeping the cream in the same place as i put it down in. i pull my mouth away from her and look to my right.

i pick up the polaroid camera and my phone from the bedside table, first snapping a picture on the polaroid camera from an upwards angle showing off the wet spot on her clothes pussy and my work of art on her body. whipped cream filled her mouth and the bandanna still covered her eyes. i pull out the single film from the top of the camera and leave it on the bedside table.

my phone flashes and snaps as i take more pictures from separate angles taken in the scene i’ve made infront of me. once i’m finished i say “okay ma, you did such a good job. you ready to feel good?” a needy groan comes from her mouth.

i come over to her face and lick out all of the gummy bears and most of the cream that decorate her mouth, chewing and swallowing before i go back in. instead of taking out the cream i let it dissolve between our mouths as we kiss and i explore her mouth.

i pull back from her mouth and leave a trail of kisses down to her left boob. i lick around it, taking my time before heading straight into the pile of cream, she shrieks out of the sudden pleasure and arches her back pushing more of her breast into my mouth, i groan at the sudden choking feeling in my mouth.

i pull back and leave her boob with a pop, i move quickly to the other side of her chest giving the second one as much attention as the first. “uhhhhg chris, fuccckk” she’s whimpering and moaning while i touch her.

moving to her stomach i lick the sweet cream off leaving a trail of my drool on her still. i finally give her pussy the well deserved recognition and attention after finishing the letters i drew on to her.

i give it one more kiss before pulling down her panties, a string over arousal connects the fabric and her pussy. i spend no time connecting my mouth to her clit, sucking and licking. i put my fingers to good use and began to tease her dripping hole.

“please chris..” y/n sounds so good when she’s begging for me.

without warning her i plunge my fingers into her hole and start to work my way in and out, fast. the sound of her moaning my name and my fingers slide in and out of her echo through my heart. “i-i’m close please don’t stop,” i listen to her and give her clit a small smack with my other hand causing her to squirt on my fingers and face.

“holy fuck chris,” she says panting attempting to catch her breath. “can i please be untied and take off the blindfold i need to see you.” she says between the sweet sound of her erotic noises.

“of course you can, you deserve it after being such a good girl.” i lean back to get off the bed so i can take off my bottoms and untie her. i slide my boxers and sweats down when i stood up and then move back to the bed to untie the bandannas first from her hands then her face, a few tears streamed down the side of her face while she was laying down. i pull her up to face me.

“you think you’re okay for me to keep going?” i saw looking at her with full sincerity.

“mhm, i’m okay” she tells me nodding her head while she does. i collect a few pillows and push her head down to it face first in front of the mirror.

“all fours, ass up. i wanna see you through the mirror while i fuck you.” i say into her ear, she shivers when she hears me.

she obeys my wishes and i line up right behind her, i move my hips burying myself deep into her needy cunt groaning at the contact we both longed for.

i begin to move, sliding myself in and out, “holy shit, chris.” i pick up the pace leaning forward to reach y/n’s hair scrunching it in my hand. i pull her head up so she can see us through the mirror, her mouth is gaping open, making delicious sounds each time i pound into her, again and again.

“fuck y/n! you're so tight!” my other hand finds a place on her hips helping me slide in and out. “keep your eyes open babe, look at me fuck you.” i say in a demanding tone.

her legs begin to shake and her face contorts, she yells “chris!-“ that’s all i hear before her juices come flowing onto my cock. my thrusts get sloppy and my speed slows down a bit while i chase my high. it comes not too long after y/n’s

i push myself deep into her cumming with such force. my head hangs back while i slowly guide myself and her through our highs. i pull out and collapsed beside her, my chest heaving trying to catch my breath. i look over to y/n and she stays still with a fucked out expression on her face with tears stained onto her cheeks.

“are you alright ma?” she gives me a small smile and nods. “that was the best present ever, thank you.”

“of course, i’m glad you enjoyed it. now let’s go shower and go to bed, if i can even stand.” she chuckles at the reality of things.

“i’m sorry,” i say kissing her forehead and help her get up and head to the bathroom.

a/n - this is prolly shit 🫣

[jackmanbj]

girls night in

summary: jack has a day off and it’s the day your girl’s night it, jack does everything in his power to make you stay and cuddle him.

requested by a lovely anon.

you're alarm started going off waking you and jack. 

you tried to get up but jack pulled you back down wanting you to stay with him as long as possible.

“jack i need to get up move.”

"no." "jack baby I'm serious, i have places to be, up"

"i'm serious to, im not getting up, its my only off day in two weeks and your spending the night out?"

jack looked at you, finally opening his eyes and putting a pout on your lips.

"jack, shes coming in town for four day's and this is the only day she can actually see me, i love you but i see you everyday."

"i know ma but.."

"let me up so i can get ready please."

jack let out a loud sigh and lifted his arm letting you out his grip.

you got up and jack followed behind you trying to get you to stay.

“jack baby, i love you so so so much but stop following me around like a loss puppy.”

“but-“

“go make the bed for me if your not going back to bed.”

“yes ma’am.”

jack went to make the bed while you brushed your teeth.

jack came back in the bathroom to see you washing your face.

“ma please stay with me.”

“jackman thomas.”

“whatttt?”

jack put his arms around your waist and rested his head in the crook of your neck.

“jack my love i have to get ready, how about this, when i get back home we’ll have a movie marathon and cuddle until we fall asleep?”

“not good enough.” jack mumbled in your neck slightly tickling you.

“what baby?”

jack slightly lifted off you and repeated himself.

“jack baby i need to go out today, do you want to come with us?”

“no i want to stay home on my off day.”

you pulled jack off of you and want to your vanity.

you started applying your makeup while jack pulled a chair next to you and looked at you.

“what you looking at baby?”

“you..you’re so pretty.”

“aww thank you jack, i love you pretty boy.”

“i love you to mamas, you staying now?”

“did you only say that so i can stay?”

“of course not baby but if i did would it work?”

“no.”

“wowww.”

you laughed while jack went to get in the bed.

“jack dont mess up my bed.”

“im nott.”

“jack you’re literally a man child.”

“im not!!”

“you are my love.”

you put on your playlist of jacks music and started singing along while yu finished your makeup.

you finally finished and went to your closet.

you took ten minutes to pick a decent outfit and once you were dressed you took off your bonnet and your box braids fell out.

you styled your hair and started putting on your shoes to head out.

jack got in front the door starfish style to block the door.

“baby move!”

“stay homeeee!!”

“jackman thomas harlow, move out my damn way.”

“babyyyyy.”

jack slid on the wall like a dramatic seen in a movie.

you tried to move past jack but he clung onto your leg and held you tight.

“you know what, im staying.”

“REALLY?!”

“yea baby, but i better get the best dick i ever got.”

“shitt lets go.”

“hold on i need to call my girl and let her know.”

“fineee.”

jack started walking to the bedroom while you called kenyaa.

“im sorry kenyaa i’ll fly out to you soon i cant make it jack is getting on my nerves.”

“its fine, let me know what happens.”

“of course. details and everything.”

“you know itt.”

you hung up and started heading to the bedroom to find jack getting undressed and ready for you.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Pure Comedy

A/N: I think its about time I wrote this one.

Warnings: nuance. If thinking triggers you, skip this one.

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Matty lit the extra joint that he had left for her, taking a first drag, like a quality assessor, before passing it over to her.

"Do you ever wish that I wasn't so...infamous?" he asked sinking back into the couch, resting his head on her shoulder, with his own joint in hand.

She glanced at him briefly, smiling, "Nah. I love having a rockstar boyfriend."

"I know you do." he giggled. "I said 'infamous,' though. Like....known for being a- 'walking intrusive thought.'" a faint smile flashed, fleetingly, across his face.

She hummed, thoughtfully, considering his question. Matty brought the blunt over to his lips.

"No, you know what? I really don't." she shook her head, the motion prompting him to move his head off her shoulder and sit back.

"that's good."

She turned to look into his eyes, "I know you. Knew what I was in for when I went out with you. The information was disclosed in the girlfriend contract."

He chuckled. "Was it?"

"In big bold letters 'WILL GET CANCELED. NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.'"

"Hmm." He hummed in satisfaction, his foggy eyes zoning out as hr looked in front of him.

A moment of comfortable silence pass them by before Matty spoke again. "Good...that's good." he affirmed, reaching over and pulling her into his arms. "Would hate for you to be affected by it, or like, have people in your life give you shit or something." he kissed the top of her head as his arms squeezed her tight.

"Oh, that doesn't really happen anymore."

"It doesn't happen anymore?!! as in...it's happened in the past?"

she exhaled a puff, "mhm, a while ago, though."

Matty pulled himself away from her, looking aghast, "When?! Why have you never told me?"

"It's- yooo don't just un-hug me like that" she whined, grabbing him by his t shirt to pull him back in. "It's not that important. I can't remember when– maybe after a podcast, or a twitter thing, or something..."

"That's not very specific."

she laughed, accidentally inhaling the smoke and going into a coughing fit. "Does it - uhmm- really matter when it happened? it was like....a few months after we got together. a couple people I knew from college." She cleared her throat, watching as Matty got off the couch and walked across the living room to bring her her water bottle."

"thanks," she took a big gulp. 'Anyway, yeah, I wasn't, like, close with these people or anything. They sent me an article that the Sun had written about you -- i mean, if they're stupid enough to take that bullshit disgrace to journalism seriously then I don't really want them as my friends anyway-- and asked how I associate with you, and I told them where to shove it."

Matty held back a smile, "And...that didn't bother you? or cause you doubt?"

"Cause me doubt? no, not really. Bother me? maybe a bit, but, like, who cares what they think, you know?"

His tense shoulders relaxing as he sat with her words for a moment, Matty sighed loudly. "And your, like, real friends? never said anything to you?"

She smiled, "they have."

"What?! Why hav-"

"You wanna see the texts? I'll show you..." She pulled the phone out of her pocket, scrolling through a group chat exchange for a long minute, "Ah, here it is!"

"This one says, Matty getting banned from Dubai, with a bunch of like emojis and stuff. Is he alright? have you spoken to him?, and I told them that, yeah, I'd called you and you're alright and that you'd already been in Japan by that point."

Matty nodded, recalling the incident.

"So, Francis was like Oh, good! So I can fangirl without feeling bad about it cuz WHAT A FUCKIN BALLSY MOVE!!! And blasting the pride flag?? respecttttt. Ellie replies with Wait, when did that happen? I'm about to get off work. Have I missed something? I explained it to her and she said 'bout to blast 'Loving Someone' with the windows down omw homeeee. with a bunch of hearts and pride flags and stuff."

She handed Matty her phone to look at for himself. Smiling, he nodded and gave it back.

"You've been googling your name again, haven't you?"

"to be fair, when am I not googling myself?"

She giggled, shaking her head. "it's a toxic habit. you really gotta quit it, you know?"

"hmm."

She could tell, from the look in his eyes, that his mind was elsewhere, and she knew why.

"The way I see it is, like, the people who try an cancel you once evry fortnight fall into one of two categories: first, the people whose identity is so intertwined with performative call-out culture that your disruption threatens their sense of who they are; and, second, the people who are like 'oh its repetitive, its immature, i wish he'd just stop and be himself this is bad for him."

"Right."

"the first group...well, its not really even about you. It's just that their thinking is 'either you're down with woke culture and you must examine and call out every little thing, or you're a vile, selfish person who needs to be treated like the villain that you are.' You, my love, don't fit into either one of those options. But there is no room for that in their black and white thinking....like, it scares them to think that....they have to abandon their fundamental beliefs about what it means to be a progressive, or like, an advocate for change. And if they can't think of themselves as that, then that means that they don't know what to think or believe anymore."

Matty had been listening, impatiently, waiting to interject. "and you've never wondered if maybe they're right? that you're just blinded by my life changing dick and angelic voice?"

She laughed, hitting his chest playfully. "sure, I have. before I agreed to commit to you. And, look, i'm not unsympathetic to these people. it's scary, the state of the world that we live in. we all wanna be part of the solution. you're suggesting that maybe this solution isn't really effective, and that persisting with it is a waste of time. You're existing in this third alternative where you say 'there are better ways maybe. have we tried something new?' and thats uncomfortable. like, they do genuinely believe in their way of things. of course they're gonna be upset when someone shakes things up."

"That....is true." Matty shifted in his seat, crossing his legs.

"The second group- well, I guess I get where they're coming from even if I don't think the same way. When they tell you to shut up and sing, or when they wish you would 'just be yourself,' they're not actually asking for authenticity. They're asking for mindlessness. They don't want to have to think. To doubt or double-check or dig deeper into what they see you doing and saying. They just want total entertainment forever. Straight from the court jester to that sweet, sweet dopamine center in the brain."

Matty hummed in agreement. "I get that way sometimes. Its why I watch-"

"Porn?" She grinned at him, slyly.

"I was going with 'trash tv' but...sure, porn too. It's escapism, it's turning off your brain....relaxing."

"Right, and there's nothing wrong with that. But that's not who you are, Matty. You don't make escapism. You couldn't even if you wanted to. It's not in your nature. Fuck, if it were, you wouldn't get into these bi-weekly cancelation cycles. I think you'd be miserable if you tried to shut the fuck up."

"I know, I know. And I don't usually bother- I just-" "You're human. you make mistakes. That's authenticity. not...easy jokes and purity."

"Purity?" Matty's eyebrow quirked.

"Mhm. Purity is for suckers. Art doesn't exist without ambiguity."

" expensive price to pay as an artist."

"yeah, but like you are an artist. You're incapable of being happy doing anything else."

Matty's chest welled up, tears in the corners of his eyes. It was beautiful, being known so intimately by her.

"God, I'm pretentious." He quipped,

"Your heart is in it. That's what matters. Makes it not pretentious."

"Right, yeah. If only we weren't literally getting high and having this deep conversation right now."

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[asterrrific]

Can I Be Your Favorite Pillow Instead?

-idol Han x reader

-fluff (i hope) angst (if u squint)

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“Babyyy, I’m homeeee~” Han announces as he steps inside your home. It’s a Saturday afternoon and he just got back from the company, having another practice run of their new routine for their comeback.

He pads around the living room, wondering where you are, when he catches sight of a pair of socked feet, peeking out from beside the sofa.

Quietly, he approaches your area and he sees you all snuggled up on a comforter on the floor. His spiderman and quokka pillows all around you. Your books and notes from med school left on the coffee table with one of your pens still open. He smiles softly to himself as he watches your chest gently rise and fall from your sleep.

“Look at you, hoarding all my stuff,” he whispers adoringly as he crouches down to on the floor to level with you. He winces a little once he was leveled to you, as his body is still aching from the dance routine Hyunjin and LeeKnow made for them.

“Sleep well, my love. I’ll come to you in a bit.” He whispers before leaving a lingering kiss on your forehead, ever so gently, hoping not to wake you.

But you do wake up, because as he slowly stood back up, he let out a loud grunt when he felt his lower back ache in piercing pain.

Your eyes flutter open almost immediately, and you quickly get up from where you were. You sit on the floor and reach out to Han.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” You ramble as your hand find his. He squeezes yours as he led himself to sit on the sofa in front of your little makeshift bed on the floor, his hand never letting go.

“Sorry to wake you up, gorgeous. I’m fine. Just a little ache here and there,” he says while his other hand joins to caress your hand still clasped in his.

You arch an eyebrow at him, not believing anything he’s saying. Not when you see how he hasn’t changed out of his practice clothes yet, and his shirt is a bit damp with sweat. His hair is disheveled, and you see pain relief patches peeking from behind his neck as well.

Sighing, you look at him directly on the eyes. Your heart ached when he looked back. He looked beat, but you can still see how he’s trying to reassure you that he’s fine.

You bring yourself to lay your head on his lap carefully, hugging him from there. You feel him reach out to give you a small pat on the back, then rubbing small circles there after.

“I swear, my love. I’m fine.” He repeats.

You stay there resting your head on his lap for a bit, until you feel him relaxing to you as well. You feel his legs lose their tension, and peek at him from above. His eyes are closed and he’s leaning on the sofa now. His hands still on your back.

Slowly, you get up from the floor and sit next to him, careful not to bump into him as you feel like he’s sore all over.

“Tell you what, Hannie. You rest here for a bit and I’ll go run a bath for you, okay? Then we’ll change your patches and get you some pain reliever and… possibly an early dinner? Would you like that? How does that sound, hmm?” You ask softly while caressing his cheek gently.

He lets out a puff of breath as he reaches out to the hand caressing his face. He leans on to your hold and his eyes flutter open, meeting yours.

“I’m ashamed to say this right now, but that would sound wonderful, baby,” he sighs dreamily, probably already imagining the relief he’d get after all that.

You smile softly at him, wondering how, after all this time, you’re dating THE Han Jisung. The Han Jisung who’s loud and naughty on camera and the stage. The Han Jisung who only lets out this side of him to you and his members whom he trust the most. You stare lovingly at the man you have loved since you were 19, fangirling over their group and especially him. You smile to yourself as you let out a sigh when it hits you that also, after all this time, he’s still shy around you when you want to take care of him. He rarely asks for help or anything from you, because he wants to be the giver when it comes to you.

“Don’t be. Please. Let me take care of you too. It’s always you taking care of me despite your schedules and all that.” You tell him.

“But it feels unfair still. I’m always out and about, and I often leave home during tours so you’re left alone here to study and stuff… I don’t feel like those are enough at all, y/n.”

Your eyes soften at that and you lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Those are more than enough for me, Hannie. YOU are more than enough for me.” You tell him, as your face still hovers directly over his.

This time, it’s his turn to cup your cheek with both hands. He pulls you closer to him, and he rests his forehead on yours. His eyelashes tickle you as his eyes flutter close and his nose lovingly rubs on top of your own.

“I just want to be good enough so you can be proud of me…” he whispers, a tinge of sadness in his low voice.

Your eyes threaten to spill with tears as he said those words, and he notices it. His hold on your face gets a bit stronger, his thumb caressing your cheeks.

“But baby, I AM proud of you. Loads. I don’t deserve an angel like you. I don’t even think YOU deserve me. But I still love you despite that, okay? I still want to be the best one for you, because that’s what you deserve, and I’m afraid I’m not that yet.” You assure him, spinning the wheel towards you instead.

“Baby, you ARE the best. You are MY best. I deserve you as much as you deserve me. What you don’t deserve is a boyfriend who’s almost always never home, that’s why I’m doing my best to make it up to you somehow.” He pouts.

You’re at a loss for words, so you kiss him instead, hoping that it would relay your thoughts to him for you.

He relaxes into the kiss as his other hand leaves your cheek to find your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“I feel like you’re not taking any of my shit seriously, baby.” He says as you break from the kiss. You giggle at that, making him smile. It makes you feel better seeing him smile.

“I am so not. Don’t you ever say I don’t deserve my Han Jisung ever again. Clear?” You tease.

He smiles fully this time, as he gives you a quick peck on the lips again.

“Okay, Doc.” He teases, making your cheeks blush furiously.

“Don’t call me that. I’m not it yet.” You shyly say as you leave your spot beside him so you can run his bath and prepare his patches and meds.

“Why not, when you’re taking care of me so well? You even have a notebook with all my medical needs, remember?” He further teases, making you remember how, when one time during their last promotions, you rushed to their company after hearing that he fainted from practice, and you ended up bombarding their PD and nurses about any conditions you might have and you wrote them down.

“Shut up, Peter.” You finally say, using his english name.

“Oh, I’m not baby anymore?” He pouts. He followed you to the bathroom as you filled the tub with warm water and bubbles.

“You are definitely baby. One I need to take care of right now or else he won’t be going to practice next week when he still says another ‘ouch’ until Monday morning,” you huff.

“That could work. You don’t have school on Monday right? I think I’ll just call in sick so you could take care of me,” he winks.

You had the urge to slap his arm, but you stop yourself in time, reminding your urges that he needs to be relieved of body pain right now.

So, you let him take his bath. Then when he was done, you fed him and gave him his meds, and gently placed pain relief patches in the areas where he felt the most sore, massaging therapy oil in for good measure too.

By 7pm, both of you are in the living room again. Him lying on the sofa, you still on the floor, sitting cross legged, reviewing your notes.

“Baby,” he says after a few beats. His eyes focused on the back of your head and no longer on the TV screen playing softly in the background.

“Hmm? Do you need anything?” You ask, as you bring your attention to him. You face him, feeling his forehead incase he suddenly got a fever.

“I need…” he starts, looking suddenly shy.

“You need what, baby? Hmm?”

“I need you.” He mumbles, barely a whisper, but you catch it in time.

“Need me to what, Hannie?” You ask worriedly, searching his face with concern.

He scoots even further into the sofa, then sheepishly opens his arms, inviting you to apparently, stay with him.

You chuckle at his child like antics, the one you fell inlove with along with the other things that makes him so unique.

“But won’t you be sore my love?” You ask him as you lean on to the sofa, reaching out to lightly pinch his cheeks.

“No, I don’t think so. It’s just…” he trails off again, dropping his arms.

“Just what, Hannie?” You ask, amusement evident in your voice this time. You want to tease him so badly, but you just decide to be soft with him tonight and give in to his pleas. Your hands find his arm, which you caress reassuringly, urging him to just be open.

“I want to be close to you right now… please?” He asks. He gets the courage to look at you straight in the eyes.

You smile adoringly at him, so not being able to resist, you drop your things on the table, grab one quokka plushie, and carefully climbed on to the sofa with him.

“Can you leave Han Quokka behind? I don’t want to share you right now.” He suddenly teases once you’re snuggled with him, a knitted blanket draped over the both of you.

His sudden outburst made you snort out laughter, much to his embarrassment.

“I’m serious. You’ve been hoarding my pillows too much lately. I’m actually jealous.” He pouts.

You push yourself up as you guide him to his back better, one of your hands on his chest.

“Are you sore here too?” You ask.

“Not really, why?”

“Will you let me use your chest as a pillow then?”

Han then grins, adjusting his arms so he could accommodate you to lie down on his chest. He winces a bit, so you cautiously avoid contact.

“No, no, please, I can take it. Let me be your favorite pillow instead,” he said, strong determination shining in his eyes.

You giggle fondly at your boyfriend, and carefully, you snuggle on top of him. His arms later secure you to him, hands tracing lazy circles on your back.

“I love you…” he whispers after a few moments of silence. His breathing getting slower and more even, letting you know that he’s sleepy.

You push gently from your spot so you can look at his droopy eyes, and your heart aches again, this time with love, as you see in them how much he meant those three little words.

Carefully, you push yourself up to reach out to kiss his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, that corner on his jaw that he’s always so sensitive for, and finally, his lips.

Han smiles into the kiss, gently giving back to you. One of his hands find its way into your hair, gently playing around with it.

And that moment makes you melt into his warmth. His presence. That moment makes you more determined to be what the both of you deserve.

“I love you, Hannie…” you whisper breathlessly after the kiss. His eyes are closed, but he’s still smiling.

“I love you, y/n. Always in all ways…” he whispers.

You reach out to kiss his eyelids gently before retreating back to the comfort of his embrace and back to your now favorite pillow: his chest.

“Get some rest now, my love. I’ll rest with you.” You whisper back, as Han’s breathing becomes slower and more even, letting you know that he’s finally drifted off to sleep.

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AAAAA I MISSED WRITING ABOUT STRAY KIDS! This is my first time writing for Han. Been missing him loads, lately. Also, I’m so excited for their comeback!

I hope you love this as much as I did while writing it! I wanted to come up with a soft scenario for Han in my head because (I REALY REALY REALLY) miss his goofy self so much.

As always, if you enjoy my work, please reblog it so other people could find my works too! ^^

Loveee,

Aster :3