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gimmeurtmi · 4 months

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what you want — lee know

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, pwp, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, riding, hickies, very slight nipple play (m receiving), just pure filth no plot

inspo: skz talker episode 61, 16:25.

notes: it’s been so long and i’m still shaking off the rust on my writing muscles!! please lmk your thoughts. feedback is v appreciated <3

{ wc: 2389 }

you’ve been waiting for minho to come home all day. you could barely focus on anything since you woke up, a selfie from your boyfriend waiting for you.

‘i’m gonna die pt is gonna kill me’ was attached underneath the selfie he sent you. minho, in a black tank top that was admittedly a size too small for him, sweat and redness coating his skin.

it was cruel of him to send you such a selfie, turning you into a needy mess with something as simple as that. you had to write a paper—and now was not the time for him to be plaguing your thoughts. you managed to write most of it, in between thoughts of his strong arms and sculpted chest. in between thoughts of lining his skin with kisses and hearing his moans.

it was evening now, and minho was due home any minute—your excitement to see him growing to the point you checked your phone three times in four mintues just waiting for his arrival time to show up on your phone.

the sound of keys in the door brought you to your feet, rushing towards your boyfriend.

“hi jagi,” he smiled at you, leaning closer to kiss your cheek sweetly. “how are you?”

“horny,” you blurted out. you quickly gasped, covering your mouth with both your hands. minho raised an eyebrow at you, a one sided smirk sitting proudly on his face.

“i’m sorry!” you quickly apologised, “it’s just—well, no never mind! did you eat?”

minho chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you towards him.

“i did. why are you horny?” his hands slipped underneath your shirt, the one you took from his side of the closet, trailing his fingers across your skin.

“your selfie..” you admitted, sheepishly.

“i sent you that in the morning,” he states, “been that way all day?”

“no!” you quickly shake your head. minho pulled you closer, your hands having no choice but to rest on his firm chest. your fingers splayed across his tight shirt, feeling the thick muscles beneath the fabric. you let out softly that, “i wrote my paper.”

“good job,” he smiled at you, kissing your lips softly.

you smile back at him before you let him pull you in for another kiss.

you wrap your hands behind his neck, feeling around his shoulders as you do, and if you’ve moaned just a little at the touch you’ll just blame it on minho’s tongue against yours.

you let him move you around, fingers digging into your waist as you both blindly make your way to the couch. you feel the couch against your legs and minho softly lowers you onto the cushions, kissing around your jaw as he climbs on top of you.

you let him settle between your legs, sucking the skin on your neck while you run your hands up and down his firm back. feeling the way his muscles contract as he leans most of his weight on his arms and not you. with how strong he’s gotten lately you’re sure it’s not even that hard for him now. the thought makes your heart skip a small beat.

it’s when minho rolls his hips against yours, biting on your collarbone softly, that you realise this isn’t what you wanted. this isn’t what you’ve been fantasising about all day.

you push at his shoulders, causing him to look up at you with his big round eyes. they sparkle up at you, like they always do, before a question starts swimming in them.

“this okay?” he asks, bottom lip slightly pouted in confusion. his front teeth are more noticeable that way, when he’s a little confused, and you can’t understand how someone can be so hot and so cute at the same time. it makes you want to devour him.

“it is, min—“

“but,” he concludes from your tone, lifting himself up so your crotches are no longer touching. you can see his arms tensing as he does.

“there was something i wanted to do, if you don’t mind, i know you like taking control so it’s okay if—“ you can’t say more once minho kisses your cheek, ever so softly, and all you can do is sigh at your own rambling.

“what was it you wanted, jagi?” he asks softly, humming as his eyes search yours. a warmth covers your chest you aren’t too sure is appropriate for just how wet you are—but minho has always had that kind of effect on you.

“wanted to ride you, min,” you let out quietly.

he lets out a small chuckle, humming as he nods his head softly. “we can do that.”

“if it’s okay?” you ask, eyes wide and eager.

“i mean if you absolutely insist,” he rolls his eyes, smiling wide at you.

you scoff at him, shaking your head before you watch minho settle himself on the couch, patting his thick thighs in invitation.

you quickly climb onto his lap, settling in as minho slaps your ass lightly.

“i love watching you on top of me, you know,” he smiles, moving your hair behind your ears. he settles his hand on your ass, squeezing lightly, “and i can do this as much as i want.”

“you have a problem,” you giggle at him, rolling your eyes at his undeniable obsession.

“now you tell me all the reasons you love riding me,” he grins, much like a cheshire cat, as he rubs your hip with his other hand.

“well,” you start, running your hands across his chest, “i get to admire your body and all your hard work.” he hums in acceptance. you move your hands to his arms, up and down his biceps before you settle on his shoulders, “i love how strong your shoulders are, how i can put my whole weight on them.”

minho blinks at you a few times, nodding along as he eagerly waits to hear more. the hand once on your hip has now moved to your lower stomach, tracing back and forth over the hem of your pants.

“from this angle your cock reaches so deep inside me, too,” you say lowly, and minho ears turn a deeper shade of red than they were before, “i get to feel you so so deep, min.”

“i love how your tits look when you’re bouncing on top of me,” he says, trailing one finger from the hem of your shorts to your clothed pussy.

“i love when you slap my ass as i’m riding you,” you let out, breathing heavily.

minho laughs, squeezing your ass firmly. “i knew you like it when i touch your ass.”

“i never said i didn’t,” you defend.

“you like it when i touch you here, too?” he asks, eyebrows slightly raised as he rubs two fingers over your pussy—finding the exact spot easily. you nod quickly. “should i keep going? or do you need my cock already?”

“need it, min,” you groan, “need you inside me. now.”

after a bit of fumbling around and some uncoordinated kicking you’re both naked, and you quickly climb back into minho’s lap.

now that his shirt is thankfully far far away from him, you take a moment to stop and stare. shamelessly drinking him in. you squeeze his shoulders before trailing down to his arms and then you run your hands over his chest, down his stomach, across the dip from his chest to his waist.

you can feel minho watching you, but you’re far too distracted by the sight of him to feel ashamed. he’s yours, after all, and taking a moment to appreciate what’s yours should be allowed.

however, there’s a want inside you you aren’t able to ignore, and so you lean forward and press slow open mouthed kisses onto his chest, fingers splayed on his waist. you suck on the skin, too taut to move, and bite lightly before you move on to the next bit of skin. kissing everywhere you can reach, taking your time now that minho’s finally here.

you let your hands wander, let yourself feel the warm and soft skin of his stomach, the way it sends shivers down your wrist.

“jagi,” he sighs as you start sucking a few centimetres away from his nipple, “jagiya, let me feel you.”

“i’m here,” you remind him, bringing his hand into your hair. he cups your head, sighing as moved down slightly to suck on a new piece of skin.

“need your pussy, baby, please,” he moans, as you softly rub your hand against his pec, lightly tracing his nipple.

you can’t deny him, and the emptiness inside you is starting to ache, so you quickly grab him by the base as you line him up to your entrance.

you slowly sink down, feeling his cock stretch you out until you’re pressed flush against his thighs. the pair of you moan loudly at the feeling.

“god,” he lets out, hugging you closer to him. minho buries his face in your chest, breathing you in. “you’re so warm.”

“i’m so needy, min,” you chuckle, wrapping an arm around his beautiful back. “i want you so bad.”

minho thrusts upwards at your words, a small squeak like noise escaping you. he repeats his actions, over and over, barely letting himself pull out and focusing only on pushing in deeper.

he’s deep inside you, so deep you can feel a tingling in your neck, and all you can do is moan as minho takes control of the pace.

you can barely feel your thighs but you try as much as you can to meet his thrusts, leaning heavily on his shoulders as you push up and down.

the way his cock stretches you isn’t something you’re used to it, despite the many months you two have been together, and everytime minho fucks you like this you can feel it all the way to your toes.

you aren’t even sure your eyes are open but when they are, all you can see is minho’s sparkling brown eyes—looking so enamoured by you it makes you want to cry.

“min, s-so good, so good like-like this,” you let out in between punctuated breaths.

“giving you what you wanted, yeah?” he groans out, words light and breathless, “riding my cock like you wanted, jagi.”

“you always give me what i want, min,” you try your best to say, “always fuck me so good.”

you squeeze his shoulder tightly, supporting yourself as your thighs start to ache from the repeated bouncing. but the way his cock brushes against your soft spot makes it too hard to stop—the feeling so exhilarating you can only moan each time it happens.

you look down at where your bodies are connected, watching as your wetness glistens on his beautiful thighs.

you bring your hand to his chest, cupping his side as you rub across the few marks you’ve managed to leave behind. you smile softly at them before tracing the natural line between his pec and his stomach—much more prominent now he’s grown more muscles.

“had to mark me up, huh?” minho chuckles as he follows your line of sight.

“you’re mine,” you say before thinking, “wanted to mark what’s mine.”

at that minho picks up his pace as he brings his hand between your bodies, pressing on your clit lightly.

“keep talking like that and i’ll cum inside you, baby,” he moans.

“you’re fucking mine, minho,” you say, kissing him messily, “you’re so beautiful and it’s all mine.”

minho’s fucking you so fast and so hard, you fall forward, burying your face in his neck as you feel his release spilling inside you—minho moaning loudly in your ear. he stops for only a second to catch his breath before rubbing your clit just as fast, encouraging you sweetly as he says, “go on, baby, cum for me.”

your whole body shakes with it and you grab minho’s arms for stability, feeling them flex in your hold from his exertion. then, your vision starts blurring for a moment or two, your orgasm hitting you at full force. it’s sweet and so good with minho still buried inside you, your walls squeezing around his thick cock.

minho groans into your chest, kissing messily against your skin as he lets you ride out your high for a few more minutes.

once you exhale heavily, the fluttering of your walls relaxing, minho looks up at you with a lazy smile.

“you’re incredible,” he decides.

you giggle at him, kissing him firmly on the mouth. “so is your personal trainer.”

minho groans, rolling his eyes before he lets his head rest against the back of the couch. “please don’t take his side. one day he’ll end up killing me and then you’ll regret this.”

“you’re so dramatic, min,” you chuckle at him.

he hums in agreement, his lips a firm line as he nods. “i’m yours, though. you even said so,” he points out, a childish glint in his eyes.

“yes, and i think your cum inside me is further proof,” you scrunch your nose at him. minho groans softly, and you feel his cock bouncing lightly inside you. you can’t help but laugh.

you slowly run your nail across one of the marks you’ve left sitting proudly on his chest, smiling at your little creation.

“should i feed you now or are you gonna stare at my chest some more?” he eventually snaps you out of your minho induced daze.

“can you cook shirtless?” you raise your brows hopefully.

“that’s probably against some health and safety regulation, but if that’s what you want,” he kisses your forehead lightly before tapping your hip in a silent request to get up.

minho quickly grabs something for the mess, cleaning up the couch and your thighs before he gets you a change of clothes. he doesn’t bother wearing a shirt, as per your request, while he finds something quick to cook for you—insisting on feeding you before you get too sleepy.

minho let’s you run your hands all over his chest as he works, attached to him from behind as you kiss his strong back muscles. he doesn’t complain, not at all, and twists his head to meet yours every few minutes—pillowy lips puckered up dramatically in a silent beg for kisses.

you, of course, happily oblige. you’d give minho whatever he wants.

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unknownfortuna · 2 months

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Profection years

Profection Years represent the themes in the house you will be facing as well as the planets associated with the signs in the houses. REMEMBER planets within these houses also represent whether the manifestations will be positive or negative (also aspects). I will be speaking mostly positive manifestations to avoid freaking anyone out:)

Ascendent: ages 0, 12, 24, 36, 48, 60, 72...

The transformation in these years are closely tied to your identity. These years may also feel like you are starting over in some way, perhaps you are being too clingy with things that are not meant to be and will be forced to let go (you were supposed to do this in the 12th house but whatever you'll learn). A new you is reborn and you will be reintroducing yourself to those around you!

The rising sign is an indicator of what your year may hold for you (planet associated too!)

ex. Virgo rising may really lean into a more polished looking appearance. attention to detail and being a bit of a perfectionist in the work you do. You may be highly critical of yourself and others. Planet- Mercury will be activated this year. Perhaps you will incorporate more professional language depending on the profession you are in.

2nd House: ages 1, 13, 25, 37, 49, 61, 73...

These years are focused on your assets and values related to the self. (ascendent profection years is more superficial and based on others opinion/the mask you show others ex. work persona). Your material possessions and your ability to provide for yourself.

ex. Scorpio in the 2nd house. Can be going through a more secretive transition related to how you make your money. May be doing a more taboo profession or conflict may arise due to scorpio being associated with pluto and mars (also darker/obsessive tendencies with your things/self....like astrology/the occult)

3rd House: ages 2, 14, 26, 38, 50, 62, 74...

More active years; heavier emphasis on your siblings and neighborhood. Changes to your thought patterns and communication. More activity in your day to day life such as traveling or commuting somewhere.

ex. Libra in the 3rd house would be feeling more codependent on their siblings/neighbors and vice versa. Can have run ins with the law (parking/speeding tickets... also being able to get out of them bc of your charm:). More activity in your romantic and business partnerships! (Flirting with everyone bc why not??). Venus will be on your side during this year.

4th House: ages 3, 15, 27, 39, 51, 63, 75...

Family and the foundation you stand on will be heavy on your mind. What kind of legacy do you want to leave behind? How can I be more involved in my family? How is my relationship with my mom affecting me? Childhood themes may also come up. Revisiting certain memories or places associated with childhood.

ex. Leo in the 4th house would hold more emphasis on adding flair to their home; More self expression towards their family and with their mom. The sun would be activated and a perpetual spotlight would follow you making you stand out ESPECIALLY with your family (being the talk of their family bc their mom can't help but brag about an accomplishment you made this year).

5th House: ages 4, 16, 28, 40, 52, 64, 76...

This profection year can really help tap into a more creative side of yourself. Perhaps you become more into a hobby you've been wanting to do. More excitement in your dating life relationships/ going out more with friends. pets are also a theme.

ex. Gemini in the 5th house would have soooo much to talk about with people (beware of gossiping). More fun with your siblings or you could be involved in communicating with kids in some capacity (You are a part of an after school program for elementary aged kids). Mercury would be activated.

6th House: ages 5, 17, 29, 41, 53, 65, 77...

These years pertain to your health/daily routine/every day work habits. Perhaps you want to incorporate a new diet or get more into a fitness routine.

Ex. Pisces in the 6th house may incorporate a ritual of some sort. Manifestation practices/protection spell work/reading scriptures from a religious text. Neptune will be activated this year so movies can be an inspiration for change to your life (beware of being mislead, neptune=planet of illusions ; you join a pyramid scheme lol). Jupiter is the traditional ruler. May bring random good luck within your daily life.

7th House: ages 6, 18, 30, 42, 54, 66, 78..

Relationships of all kinds will be emphasized. You may feel a bit codependent during these years; influenced by your relationships. What type of relationships do I want? type of thoughts. You could also be more of a social butterfly or heavily locked into your one on one relationships.

ex. Aquarius in the 7th house will be more involved in online relationships (like gamer friends). May be more active in building an online business and harvesting a following. Become more concerned with humanitarian causes and collaborating with others to make a difference. Uranus will be activated this year and may bring random acquaintances/ friendships. Saturn is also the traditional ruler....long term relationship through a dating site

8th House: ages 7, 19, 31, 43, 55, 67, 79...

More focused on transformation in a soul searching kind of way. What are your thoughts/feelings towards Money/intimacy/shared resources? Speaking of shared resources, if you are in a serious business or romantic partnership, this year will cause you to review what exactly is being harvested between you two. Taxes may be a focus on these years.

ex. Aries in the 8th house may feel the need to take action and charge these topics head on. Due to its independent nature they will have to learn to walk the fine line with what is theirs and what is a shared resource with their partners. Can also have to fight for inheritances. Mars will be activated this year giving more fuel/power to the individual.

9th House: ages 8, 20, 32, 44, 56, 68, 80...

Changes to your spirituality/religious thoughts. College or higher education of some kind will be a focus. perhaps you adopt a new dogma from reading a higher-level text. Travel and foreign places will be themes.

ex. Capricorn in the 9th house likes structure. They may be into focusing on what the meaning of life is or planning trips in search of answers to such existential questions. May also take work trips during this year or building rapport with foreign associates. Saturn would also be activated which can manifest in implementing more disciplinary rituals based on your spiritual belief (buddhism=incorporating asceticism practices).

10th House: ages 9, 21, 33, 45, 57, 69, 81..

The public and how you are perceived. focus on career and what you want to achieve. The 10th house can also be associated with authority figures/ father. Perhaps you end up being mentored by your boss or a fatherly figure of some kind when it comes to your career. There can be changes in the type of relationship you have with your father.

ex. Cancer in the 10th house could have a career related to caregiving or nurturing role of some kind. A protective career like the military could also manifest. Others may come to you and seek out advice of some kind due to the public seeing you as a caretaker/ motherly figure. Cancer being ruled by the moon may also cause ppl to see you as a moody/emotional person. Your mom and the relationship you have with her could be a theme (moon=mother)

11th House: ages 10, 22, 34, 46, 58, 70, 82...

The community is of importance and the ties you have. Your friends could be a big part of this year. The natural ruler of the 11th house is Aquarius which rules the media/ your presence within social media could be a theme such as being recognized or discovered in some way.

ex. Saggitarius in the 11th house would have an expansive list of friends from all types of communities, ages, and cultures (diversity, diversity, and more diversity). Could take trips to meet said friends in foreign countries. Lots of fun in the community (reputation of the life of the party??). Jupiter would be activated bringing good luck and expansion in this area:)

12th House: ages 11, 23, 35, 47, 59, 71, 83..

The 12th house is kind of the final chapter to karmic cycles. You go through a sort of ego death in this house. Depending on your attachment to things in your life will really let you know whether this year will be easy for you or not. Also have you been ignoring something or pushing a serious topic off in hopes it will dissipate into fine dust? Well, this year will bring your subconscious thoughts to life as well as influence your sleep and dreams. Isolation can manifest in different ways (working nights, hospital, prison, sleep disorders). Think of this year as the final test/ palette cleanser to all of the years prior.

ex. Taurus in the 12th (hehe how interesting:) the fixed sign will have no choice but to face the changes that have been inevitable. Perhaps you have considered yourself to be someone who is flexible (Gemini Rising) but ask anyone around you and they would say otherwise. Lessons of beauty/ugly will come about as well as lessons dealing with your foundation. Material possession will have to be approached in a detached manner due to the possibility of having to let go of systems that can not be taken with you in the upcoming profection year. Venus will be activated during this year and may include lessons related to love.

"Your fear of abandonment is entirely justified. Nothing in this world stays forever. The leaves fall, the fields of sunflowers wilt, even the best people leave sometimes. You're not crazy. You're observant."

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cipheramnesia · 2 months

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This is the process my brain goes through every time I see anything about Netflix Avatar The Last Airbender.

My first reaction is always: Why? The original, although not without flaws, doesn't leave a lot of room to improve. A good remake or adaptation usually involves an updated context or change in perspective that adds to the original work and gives it new meaning. It's a risky undertaking because it usually involves wanting to take on something established as iconic and make it your own. But Netflix is a corporation and seems very risk averse for the most part. Its only investment is in the name recognition of AtLA. It's hard to visualize Netflix deliberately taking a big risk on an expensive show.

My second reaction is: How? The original series is about 1400 minutes over 61 episodes, and it still had to rush the ending. We're looking at 8 episodes of roughly 45-60 minutes per episode for season 1, which would require Netflix to let it run more than 3 seasons, if the series has similar pacing. Historically however Netflix shows have glacial pacing, and rarely make three seasons. Not really sure how they plan to tell the story if the series is anything like the average Netflix series, meaning it either needs to undercut the story or let the series breathe for at least five seasons. But nothing Netflix has done makes me want to watch anything they make as an ongoing series? Why bother, they cancel everything I enjoy. So I wonder how. What's the hook to say "this will be able to provide something new and interesting compared to the original, and will be allowed to tell the complete story."

Which leads me to think, but you can't judge if something is good without seeing it. Except none of this is about whether it's good, I just find myself wondering what are the odds it's worth the effort? They're low, and it has nothing to do with whether or not it's even any good on its own merits.

Following this, I ask myself, what would a good version of this be. Imagine you are making a live action series with eight hour long episodes per season based on a children's cartoon with 20 thirty minute episodes per season. You are trying to encompass a story which was presented over three seasons as a cartoon, and you do not know if you will have more than those eight episodes. It's made for Netflix which, in terms of a company which will protect the hard earned fruits of your artistic labor, is the fox guarding the henhouse. What do you do?

If you are looking to make something good, that respects your audience investment and your own work, you make radical changes to the story. You change the pacing, the character arcs, the plot arcs. You make sure you deliver a complete story in those episodes with as much respect for the original work and as many new ideas as you can.

Except, at that point, what is even the point of a remake. The only way to work with it is either to trust Netflix allowing you to finish the story (which you'd need to be incredibly naive to do), or tell a story so different it may as well be wholly original. And that's where I always end up. Like, it'll probably be fine, but what's the point of it all? Another vanishing digital property to get canceled because of some undefinable failure to return on investment.

I think about it a lot because the two ends of the spectrum seem to be "dunk on every new piece of information" or "wait and see" but the only conclusion I can ever reach is "why even care?" That's been the lesson to take home from digital streaming in general when it comes to series, but Netflix in particular, and honestly for movie series too. If it can't be self contained, the companies who produce and release these kinds of series just cannot be trusted with it, and there are too many good original stories being put out to care anymore about big budget promises that one day they will definitely for sure deliver a finished story, this time for real.

I care enough to think about why I don't feel anything at all about Netflix Avatar. It'll be fine, whatever else. Just fine.

#netflix avatar

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piichuu · 6 months

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♡ BACK IN HIS ARMS - CHUUYA NAKAHARA

WARNINGS: spoilers if you haven’t watched episode 61 of bsd. fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 573

NOTES: i wrote this when the last episode of s5 dropped like a month ago

the sound of the front door opening is what causes you to open your eyes after a few hours of much needed sleep. it’s been a struggle to not stay awake since your boyfriend disappeared without a word. none of his co-workers have answered their phones either nor his friends, so the fact that you for once got some sleep was a first.

as the door creaks open, you sit up in bed and slowly make your way out of the bedroom, trying to stay quiet as the one walking inside your apartment could be anyone. there is a key in your hand as that is the only thing you could find as a weapon and your heart is about to beat out of your chest.

“darling?” that’s his voice. you immediately drop the keys and with quick steps make your way into the hallway were chuuya is standing with his long ginger hair that is no longer hidden by the hat that he has now put away. “chuuya?” you run into his embrace and wrap your arms around his neck, not being able to stop the tears that begin to stream down your cheeks.

he stumbles backwards but is quick to stabilize himself as he puts his arms around your waist. “i’m sorry for just leaving like that, i had to help dazai with something,” chuuya mumbles as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “that idiot keeps getting himself into these stupid situations.”

you can’t help but relax in his warm embrace. the amounts of sleepless nights you’ve had have all been worth it now when he’s back here and holds you close. “i couldn’t tell you anything even if i trust you more than anyone else, it was a life or death situation for dazai and i had to help him, i’m sorry for worrying you,” he whispers while slightly pulling away so he can cup your face.

his lips curl up into a slight smile as his thumbs rubs against your cheeks to wipe the tears away. “are you mad?” chuuya asks, his own eyes watering as he watches the tears continue to fall from yours while you shake your head. “no, you’ll have to explain more though, i’ve been really worried about you. i wish you could’ve told me something at least so i’d know you’d be away for a while.”

“i know, i’m so sorry darling. i’ll explain everything to you, i promise,” he presses a kiss to your forehead before fully pulling away to untie his shoes and take them off. “did i wake you up?”

you shrug your shoulders and reach for his hand, needing to be close in some way now that he’s finally back home. “i don’t really care, i’m just happy that you’re home. i’ll be able to fall back asleep now when you’re here,” you smile softly and he chuckles, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“okay, that’s good,” he places a kiss to your cheek and allows you to lead him into the bedroom where the two of you lay down in bed, crawling under the covers. “i’ve missed you a lot, my love.”

his arms once again wrap around your waist as you lay your head on his clothed chest. “i won’t ever leave like that again, i promise. i will tell you everything that’s happened tomorrow, but let’s just sleep now that we’re finally together again.”

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ralfmaximus · 15 days

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Want to keep using Windows 10 after 2025?

It'll cost you $61 the first year. Per machine.

And $122 in year two and $244 in year three, doubling every year after that until by 2038 it hits $499,712 bucks.

Just kidding. But not about that first part. Seriously, they really do plan to double the annual fee for the first few years. Yikes.

Assuming you want security updates. Honestly, I wouldn't mind a break from Windows Update doing secret shit to my workstation without asking.

It remains unclear what happens to Windows 10 users who opt out of the Extended Security Updates program. Nag screens? Windows goes into a throttled Limp Home mode?

I doubt they'd brick your machine, but based on Microsoft's recent disdain for its own customers anything is possible.

Honestly, if you avoid clicking on suspicious links and email phishing scams you're pretty safe even if you never update Windows. I've still got perfectly fine XP and Windows 7 machines in my network that have never been compromised by evildoers or malware.

All of this is engineered fear from Microsoft trying to move people off Windows 10.

#windows #microsoft #security #paranoia

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sunboki · 9 months

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hi august!! it’s 🍭 anon from your blurboki blog!! i just had the worst shift of my entire life. i had to close my whole store down by myself after working 12 hours at two different jobs while running on two hours of sleep and i was so behind that i was there an hour past my scheduled shift. if you have the time, could you give me headcanons of how skz would comfort a stressed reader coming home from work and breaking down in front of them;( my boys are the only thing keeping my sanity right now. i hope you’ve had a good day today, and your mom is so cute for those minsung texts<33

🧷 SKZ COMFORTING YOU AFTER A STRESSFUL DAY

・ including. ot8

・ warnings crying, nicknames, mental breakdowns, angst

note. rushing to write this as fast i can because you deserve it for being so unbelievably sweet and incredible. you’re doing amazing i hope you know that, and please, even if it’s hard to make time while being so busy, make time to take care of yourself, okay? i recommend watching episodes 33, 52, and 61 of chan’s room, they’re some of my favorite comfort watches <3

CHAN hates when you cry. He hates it so much it makes him feel sick to his stomach. He could still perfectly remember how your voice had shook, looking so utterly sad and broken and it made him feel like everything was his fault—that he should’ve done better. Better at protecting you, caring for you, everything. Not like he didn’t before, just better. Urging you to take deep breaths and listen to him as he spoke, he pulled you into his chest, helping calm your frantic heart down. “It’s going to be okay, listen to me baby, you’re okay.” Chan whispered, soul splintering into pieces from your fragile hiccups against his t-shirt, sounding so fragile and pained. Oh what he would give to kiss all your worries away, hug you close to him for eternity—till you never felt this way ever again. He would. He’d stay here all night—no, his entire life—if that’s what it took.

MINHO kicked his feet as he walked back to your place, plastic bag filled with snacks from the convenience store swinging aimlessly beside him. Though suddenly his phone began ringing, face lighting up upon seeing your number. “Jagi~ did you miss m-“..Min.. can you come home faster please? I really need you right now.” Something was wrong. Very wrong. He’d never stopped in his tracks so fast, bag long abandoned behind him as he sprinted as fast as he could. Basically slamming into the door with panic before collecting you—who was curled up on the floor—into his arms and hushing your rambles, rocking back and forth as he let you cry, cry and cry until you murmured that your face hurt from the tears and he eased you to fall asleep, giving your lips an open kiss as your head tipped back against his shoulder, finally succumbing to the exhaustion. Minho didn’t need to know what happened, what was wrong. He didn’t care, you could save that for later. Right now, he needed to make sure his love was safe and warm.

CHANGBIN looked up from his phone as the key to the door clicked, awaiting you with upturned lips and happiness-filled crescent moon eyes. That was, before you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, choking on the bubbling sob threatening to climb up your throat. It was like slow-motion watching you crumble, and he immediately grabbed your hands and led you to the foot of your shared bed, giving your hands soft squeezes. A silent, ‘I’m here, so don’t be afraid to talk to me.’ Speaking words that didn’t need to be spoken. Changbin was good at that. “I’m just so overwhelmed with work and life and today was beyond shitty. And it’s unbelievably hard sometimes to exist, y’know?” He nods in response, appearing equally upset. Watching you break down is extremely difficult for him, but he knows this is how you recover, how you get through this and he can’t interfere. Without saying anything, the rapper stares at you so lovingly, beckoning you into a long, cozy hug as he pats the top of your head.

HYUNJIN could see the heart-breaking glossiness of your eyes before any words were shared between you two. Simultaneously, he lifted a finger to your lips, brows lifted expectantly. “Shh.. not yet, not yet. Wait, sweetness.” Then proceeds to wrap you into a blanket burrito and turn on disney movies at low volume while you’re pulled into his lap on the couch, all in a matter of thirty seconds. He runs gentle fingers along your cheeks, trailing up to thumb away stray tears dappling your under eyes. So, so delicate, like someone could snap the line of carefulness with a dull butter knife. Hyunjin listens to you attentively, as if you were the only thing existent in the moment. He listens and listens and listens some more, letting you release all the built up anxiety and stress drowning you. Once you finish, he ever-so slightly tips your chin to kiss him, hands cupping either side of your face. “We’re going to get through this together, trust me.”

HAN’s entire expression shifts instantly, brows knitting with concern and eyes growing wide. “Baby?” Head snapping up, he frantically nods, debating on what his first move should be. “Could I.. cry? For a second.” You shakily ask, and to say his heart broke was an understatement. “Baby, you never have to ask. Now c’mere.” He meekly smiles, patting the spot on the couch beside him. Turns out, your boyfriend isn’t as strong as you thought, because a mere ten minutes into your crying and he joins, whining jumbled sentences in between sobs about how he plans to beat up whoever’s responsible until you begin laughing at him and he cries even more because: “I love you so much— stop laughing~” and “I don’t understand why you’re laughing, this is sad!” Not to mention this crying fiasco eventually leads to the both of you fast asleep sprawled on the couch, snacks and drinks scattered everywhere as emotional support. Nonetheless, you could always count on Jisung to be there for you, cry with you, laughing with you, anything. Always.

FELIX throws off his oven mitts upon hearing your bag hit the floor, but what he hadn’t expected at the door were heavy tears steaming down your face, sniffing profusely to replace the air quickly snatched from your lungs with each breath. He falters, assessing the situation at hand. You’re incapable of talking, mind racing too fast too properly react. Although, without fail, Felix ushers you into a chair, pulling his own up to sit in front of you. Big, mystifyingly beautiful brown orbs study your face, kindly making eye-contact in the midst of your blinking. Reassurance, kindness. Felix is undeniably patient, undeniably kind. He disappears, scouring through cabinets to return with a small dessert and an equally small fork. Tediously cutting a small bite, he holds the treat up to you, humming like a proud mother watching her baby eat when you take a bite. One by one, more and more bites. More humming, more light touches brushing away sticky strands of hair plastered onto your face. Quiet. Your apartment is quiet and has been since you returned. No one has said a word, but Felix seems to always find a way to say how much he loves and cares for you.

SEUNGMIN can tell. Even on the most normal of days, he can tell. Like today, when you nonchalantly kissed his cheek like you usually did and retreated into the bedroom, he could tell. A shift in the air. Subtle, but a shift in the air, because when he walked in afterwards, leaning forward where you sat, laptop placed on your desk, he watched you stifle a billowing noise before the wave crashed and you buried your face in your hands. “I can’t keep doing this, Seungmin.” Using his name like that, not Minnie or Min, but Seungmin told him all he needed to know. Wrapping himself around you from behind, he sighed softly. “I know you’re tired, and I know you want to stop but you’re doing good. You’ve been doing good, so please don’t let this bad day ruin better days in the future. ‘M so proud of you.” He mumbles against your neck, leaving chaste kisses there. For Seungmin, your boyfriend that (playfully) picked fun at you to be saying things like this meant a lot. You couldn’t contain the tears after that. “I love you, Minnie.” — “No, ‘love you more.” — “Are you sure?” — “Nope.” — “Hey!”

JEONGIN struggles to make out your shape in the darkness, laying in bed where he’d been waiting for you. Today you returned late, stuttering over every chance of communicating as you clumsily slipped into bed beside him. He immediately raised up, nudging you closer to him to cuddle. “Mm love, what’s going on, tell me.” He asked, tone low from sleep. “I don’t want to talk about it, ‘just want you, Innie.” He cracks a weak smile, burying his face in your collarbone. “Then I’m here, for you.” Jeongin hums, allowing you to mumble your frustrations and thoughts without complaint, trying to reply his best while feeling himself drift off periodically. Eventually, you both fall asleep beside each other, limbs tangled and hair splayed in all directions. In the morning he helps ice your puffy eyes, big hands holding onto your hips gently as your back lean against him, both brushing your teeth. And you decide, with Jeongin, nothing can be wrong. Nothing can hurt, nothing bad will last. He’s safe. You love him.

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 4 months

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 61

Part 1 Part 60

Some of Eddie’s hair rips out as Steve pulls his hand free. Eddie groans, closing his eyes as they water involuntarily with the pain. “Fuck, Steve, ow,” he whines, rubbing the sore spot on his head.

“Steve?” Jonathan calls. It’s the tone that gets Eddie’s attention. He sounds bewildered, even in his hazed-out state.

Eddie opens his eyes, sits up straight just in time to see Steve disappearing from the yard, blending in with the trees of the forest that seems to haunt every resident of Hawkin’s backyard.

Eddie’s up and stumbling off the porch in seconds. His breathing is already ragged with panic, and his feet feel like lead. What a fucking time to be blazed to all hell. “Steve!” he yells, voice cracking with the volume.

He’s stumbling after him doggedly heading for the trees until something wraps around his bicep, squeezing hard. He’s already snarling before he turns around and sees Jonathan’s bleached face and red eyes.

“He’s gone, man.”

“We can’t just let him—”

Jonathan interrupts, “go get in your car.” His eyes are hazy, barely focused as he stares into Eddie’s own. “We’re way too high to catch up with him. He’s like—” he trails off, waving his hand in the air, as if he can catch the word he wants in his fingers. As if any of this matters right now. “—sporty.”

Eddie spins, running back through the back door and into the fray of drunk teenagers. He shoves through, Jonathan stepping on his heels in his effort not to be left behind. Jonathan is yelling, “Nancy!” loud enough to be heard over the music, right in Eddie’s ear. He keeps moving.

He hears Wheeler yell, “what?” somewhere to his left, words slurring together. Eddie doesn’t turn to look, just keeps pushing his way through.

“It’s Steve!” Jonathan calls.

The people around them start murmuring, gossip already spreading about the fallen king and whatever antics he’s up to now. Eddie doesn’t give a shit. He just needs to find Steve.

He doesn’t care until Carol is blocking his path, arms crossed as she glares up at him. “What’s wrong with Steve?”

“Fucking move, Perkins!”

She doesn’t, just stands there, feet planted like he has time for any of this. The throngs are closing in around them, bloodhounds to the scent of a scandal in the making.

Eddie’s breathing picks up, panic mounting as he’s boxed in from all sides, and Steve gets farther and farther away.

Like she thinks it’s at all helpful, Wheeler bumps into his side, standing toe-to-toe with Perkins. “Why is it any of your business?” she demands, somehow sounding firm even though she’s obviously three sheets to the wind.

Perkins, clearly unimpressed, rolls her eyes. “I have more right to—”

Hagan interrupts her. “Just leave Harrington to his new boyfriend, Carol,” he says, sneering at Eddie in disgust as he yanks Perkins’ wrist hard enough to send her sprawling into his side.

“What the fuck, Tommy!” she snarls, elbowing him hard. “Stop acting like you don’t give a—”

Eddie doesn’t wait to see what Hagan doesn’t give. With Perkins pulled to the side, the front door is in sight. Eddie bolts for it. He wrenches it open, is out and through back into the night.

Thank god for Tommy Hagan’s asshole tendencies.

His van is three houses down, parked haphazardly by the curb, one wheel up on the curb. Eddie runs for it, ignoring the sound of running feet following him. He fishes for his keys in Steve’s tight jean pockets as he runs, scraping his fingers as he pulls them free.

His hand is shaking as he tries to unlock the driver’s side door, key scratching up the paint along the edges of the lock. Finally, he shakes it into the right place, slides it home and twists the door open.

Eddie falls more than climbs into the driver’s seat. Before he can slide the key into the ignition, a hand snatches them from his palm. He gasps, feeling the world crash around him. Without his keys, he can’t get to Steve. His brain’s ticking against itself, ground down by the panic and the weed, feeling Steve’s loss like a limb.

He's shoved out of the driver’s seat, goes sprawling in the small space between the front seats, cheek smushing uncomfortably into the dirty carpet.

“You're high, you idiot.”

Eddie looks up to see Barb already in the driver’s seat, sliding the key home and turning it with ease. She slides the seatbelt over her shoulder as if that matters at all right now, clicking it in place as Eddie lays there like a dead fish.

The back door opens, Nancy and Jonathan pouring in over each other, both clearly too inebriated to function. Then, the passenger door opens, and Perkins slides into the seat like it’s her rightful place, sitting prim and proper like the stained seat is a throne.

“What the fuck?” Eddie says, looking up at her. “Get out of my van.”

But Barb’s already started the car. He can feel the first bump as she dismounts from the curve before it smooths out into the usual bumpiness that comes from riding in his piece of shit van.

Perkins glares down at him, crossing her arms and shifting around in her seat, like she’s getting comfortable. “I’m not leaving until I know why you losers looked so freaked while shouting Steve’s name!”

“Shut up,” Barb shouts. “Where the hell am I going, Eddie?”

Eddie doesn’t even have to think about it. “The Harrington house.”

Not Steve’s house, no. He belongs in the Munson trailer, swaddled on their ratty couch. He belongs tucked safe and warm into Eddie’s bed. He belongs laughing at their small table, Uncle Wayne ruffling his hair.

But when the chips are down, he knows now where Steve goes when he’s scared. The Harrington’s left a legacy, and it leaves Steve crawling into closets like they’re his final resting place.

The Munson trailer doesn’t have any closets. But once, Eddie had come home from band practice to find Steve huddled by his dresser, a blanket draped across it to hide Steve from view, only his bare feet poking out.

Eddie had pulled some of his own woolen socks onto Steve’s feet and crawled in with him. They’d never talked about it again.

Barb swerves, turning on a dime to get to Steve faster.

“What the fuck is going one?” Perkins asks. No one bothers to answer her.

“Jonathan?” It’s coming from Jonathan’s pocket, staticky from the distance between walkie talkies, and muffled through the material of his pants. “Are you there? Over.”

Will’s voice, tinny and quiet trickles in from the back of the van. Eddie turns, feels the rug burn into his exposed stomach with the movement.

They all stare, at Jonathan’s pants pocket, too drunk, and high and panicked to comprehend what’s happening.

“Jonathan!” Will shouts, sounding panicked himself now. “What’s happening? Are you okay?”

That seems to kick Jonathan’s latent brotherly instincts into gear. He fumbles clumsily for it, wriggling it free from his pocket and pressing down the button to talk.

For a second, he just sits there, mouth flapping and wordless as he transmits dead air. “Uh,” he says. “Steve’s missing.”

“What?” Will cries. Something inside Eddie cracks, pulled in two directions until he feels like he’s splitting down the middle.

He crawls forward, barely registering Wheeler’s offended huff as he accidentally kicks her in the calf. Eddie snatches the walkie-talkie out of Jonathan’s hand, pushing that same button that Jonathan had used to talk.

“Meet at the Harrington house,” he says. His voice comes out deadened, like he went so far into panic that he came out the other side numb. “Okay, baby Byers?”

As soon as he lets go of the button, there’s a clamor of children’s voices overlapping each other in their demands for information. Eddie switches it off, drops it on the carpet by Jonathan’s legs, and turns back toward the front.

He looks out the windshield, determined to jump out as soon as the Harrington house is in sight.

Part 62

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themultifandomgal · 11 months

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Kelly Severide- Wasps

"Good morning love birds" Gabby shouts as Kelly and I exit out of his Mustang, my new epipens in hand as the one I have at the firehouse is now out of date

"Morning" I reply. Kelly places his arm around my shoulders as we enter the building "I'm going to let Boden know that I've got new epipens"

"Ok" Kelly leans down and kisses my lips before I make my way to Bodens office. I knock the door and boden nods to say come in

"Hey chief. Just wanted to let you know I have my new epipens. I managed to get enough for one to stay here and one to go on truck with me as well as having one at home"

"Fantastic. Just be sure you're carful, it's the season for wasps and bees"

"Of course. I'll take the old ones and get rid of them properly"

"Not a problem YN" I walk out of the office and replace my old epipen with the new ones.

I'm sat next to Cruz about to tuck into my lunch when the alarm goes off

Ambulance 61, Truck 81, Squad 3, multi car pile up I-55

I jump up from the lunch table

"Don't go anywhere" I point to my sandwich making Joe chuckle. We all get ourselves suited up and get into our trucks. When we arrive I jump out of the truck, a car is wrapped around a tree. I hear buzzing and look up, shit, there's a huge ass wasps nest hanging from the tree "err Lieutenant, kinda got a problem" I say out loud not taking my eyes off the nest

"What's the... oh. Chief YN is sitting this one out. Huge wasp nest, potential to get stung" Matt says into his radio "go sit in truck" I nod my head and sit in truck watching the others. Annoyed that I can't do much, but I would just make things worse if I get stung. Thankfully everyone involved was ok, just minor injury's.

We arrive back at the firehouse and I can't wait to eat my sandwich! I get out of the truck and strip before running to my sandwich. I hear Kelly chuckle behind me

"What I'm hungry?" I shrug

"Nothing, your just cute"

"I know" I reply. Kelly sits down next to me taking my other half of my sandwich "hey" he takes a bite of my sandwich "your lucky I love you"

"Love you too" Kelly smiles at me as the others all join us at the table

"Sorry to break this all up as sweet as this is, but there's a wasp flying around here" Otis tell us all

"Seriously? It's like they somehow know I have new epipens, $600 each" I sigh

"I'll try and kill it" Casey says getting up from his chair

"I guess I'll shut myself in a room" I sigh getting up. I then hear buzzing around me and the next thing I know is I feel a pinch "shit" my hand instinctively goes to my arm where the pinch happened

"Did you just get stung?" Kelly is standing up immediately

"Errm" I look at my arm and see a red spot "I think I may have been"

"Epipen?"

"It might not have been the wasp. I feel ok at the moment"

"I'll get it just in case" Brett gets up and walks over to the cabinet when I put one of the pen

"Got it" Casey says hitting it with a fly swat. Kelly hasn't taken his eyes off me. I start feeling a little off

"Kel. I'm not feeling so good"

"Brett!" Kelly shouts. I start feeling worse and worse as the seconds go by

"Here"

"Babe do you want to do it?" Kelly asks me. I shake my head now struggling to breathe. Kelly opens up the epipen cap and immediately puts the needle in my leg. I then can take in a breath

"YN we have to take you to Med" Brett says

"Yeah I know" I pout slowly standing up

"Hey woah steady. Let me carry you" I roll my eyes at Kelly who's scopes me up in his arms

"My knight in shining armour" I joke as he walks to the ambo with Brett and Borelli walking behind us. Kelly gets in the back with me and Brett

"I hate wasps" I frown crossing my arms pouting making Brett and Kelly laugh.

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide x oc #kelly severide x yn#kelly severide imagine #kelly severide #chicago fire imagine #chicago fire

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kellykidd · 5 months

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No Matter What

*Gif belongs to its rightful owner, it is not mine*

Pairing: Matthew Casey x reader

Summary: From Anonymous: Hellooooo ‘Stay behind me no matter what.’ Matt Casey :) ~~ Matt Casey + Reader + Fire Call = Hookups in his Quarters (I don’t make the rules)

Words: 682

Warnings: Intimate moment, canon typical events

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“Need any help with the inventory?” Sylvie asked.

“I think I’m finished up,” you laughed, "you bored or something Brett?"

"I know I've only been in Chicago for a few months, but this is the first shift I've had with no-"

"I'm gonna cut you off right there before you jinx us. Those who say the 'Q' word or even think about the lack of runs is a jinx to the whole house."

"How do you know this?"

"Candidiate a few years back-"

Battalion 25, Truck 81, Engine 51, Squad 3, Ambulance 61, building fire, 723 North Wabash

"Looks like you are the new jinx, Sylvie Brett," you laughed, hopping into the passenger seat of 61, "and the jinx gets to drive."

Sylvie started the short drive to the scene, "how's it going with you and Casey?"

"Good, yeah, we're in a good place. It's weird to date someone you work with though. I'd never done that before Matt."

"Helps that your crazy schedules are synced."

"True that," you giggled, pulling up to the fire.

You hopped out of the rig and grabbed the jump bag before heading over to Boden.

"Where do you need us, Chief?" you asked.

"Two still inside, owner needs to be checked out."

As you and Sylvie tended to your victim, you could hear the commotion between truck and squad.

'Chief, I need a medic inside if you have one to spare' your radio buzzed.

"You good here?" You asked Sylvie.

"Yup, go."

You threw your bunker coat on and grabbed the jump bag.

"Medic coming in now, Casey. Where am I going?" you said, hustling towards the fire.

"I'll come get you, we're turned around in here."

You stopped and waited at the door.

"Fire is pretty much out," he announced, "follow behind me."

You followed Casey into the building and up the stairs.

"Baby, I need you to stay behind me no matter what," Matt admitted, "I don't know what hapened in here and I don't want anything to happen to you."

You nodded and followed him up the stairs to the second floor of the building.

"Victim is over here. Burns and possibly a neck injury as far as we can tell.”

“Thanks. Conscious?”

“In and out.”

You leaned down beside your victim.

“I’m a paramedic, I’m here to help you,” you introduced yourself as you undressed the victim of his jacket.

“Matt, you’re right. I’m worried about a neck injury. Grab the collar.”

Your boyfriend, now assistant, handed you your supplies.

“Help me get him out of here. It’s getting hotter in here.”

He nodded, picking up the jump bag beside him and handing it to you.

“Got him?” You asked.

He nodded and brought your victim outside.

After finding Sylvie, you loaded up the victim while Sylvie got the oxygen ready for the ride to the hospital.

——

Returning to the house after your run, you looked in the ambo’s mirror.

“Brett, did you seriously let me ride around with soot on my face?” You laughed, trying to rub it away.

You walked into the now full common room with your partner.

“So are we finally gonna convince you to take the firefighter’s test?” Herrmann asked.

“Haha, very funny Herrmann. 61’s my home, always will be.”

“I’m sure we’ll get you over here at some point,” he chuckled.

You ducked out of the common room and into the bunk room, where you peeked into Matt’s office.

“Got a minute?” You asked.

“For you? Always.”

You locked the door behind you.

“You know,” you laid down, semi-seductively, on his bed, “they way you said ‘stay behind me no matter what’ on that last call was-“

He leapt up from his chair and drew the blinds.

“Was what?” He smiled.

“I was kinda sexy,” you grinned.

“Oh yeah?” He leaned in for a kiss.

“Yeah.”

“You know what else is sexy?” He broke the kiss for a moment, “you with all that soot on your face.”

“I guess we should do something about these feelings then, huh Matt Casey?”

“I think you might be right.”

#Matt Casey #Matthew Casey #Chicago fire #Matt Casey fic #Matthew Casey fic #Chicago fire fic #Matt Casey x reader #Matthew Casey x reader #Chicago fire x reader

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stararch4ngelqueen · 6 months

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Leather Weather

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Time written-4:10 p.m

Jason Todd/fem!reader fluff (featuring off brand Starbucks, something stupid inspired from my lack of caffeine)

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The rain was nice, not enough to weigh down clothes, scarcely enough to wreak havoc on your hair.

A solemn, constant drizzle emitted from dark, pillowy clouds, growing darker throughout the day.

It was cold, though. A solid 61 degrees.

You weren’t too sure if it was rain or tiny shards of ice that pommeled your cheeks, the chill leaving you too concerned about it to care.

Can we go get coffee? You texted Jason from your couch slouch, a blanket comfortably shielding your toes from the chill.

A solid six seconds pass before an echo of a yell erupts from your bedroom.

“You could’ve walked about twenty steps to come ask me!”

You stifle a giggle before opening your phone again, typing your response on screen before hitting send.

Too lazy. Can we take Batmobile?

Pure silence invades the space of your home before you finally get a response. Patience, as it’s known, brings great rewards.

Ok.

Some amusing demon on your shoulder insisted Jason would be incredibly casual about bringing a limousine to take you to get coffee. Or worse.

Only someone like Dick would be crazy to bring a party bus with stripper poles. No one would be silly enough to deny it much.

“Here.” A heavy, thick weight plasters over both your shoulders. A fairly strong scent of cologne you had bought for his birthday wafted through your nose, making your heart flutter.

His leather jacket protects your body from a majority of the rain, whilst the grey cotton hoodie shields your hair. The cherry to this was the pleasantly long sleeves hanging past your fingertips.

You would think you’d have to beg to borrow his jacket, but it would be on your body before the thought even comes to mind. He enjoys seeing you in his clothes, especially one of his old leather jackets, with sweater lining inside to make it just the right amount of cozy.

“Bruce still makes you work in this weather?” You question the vigilante as he runs his hand through his damp hair, tilting his head back on the headrest with a sigh.

“Yep.”

He peers out the window, watching the rain ripple down along the surface. “Don’t get me started on how it all works. I know it’s cold, but the suit helps me deal with it.”

Gotham weather such as this, paired with the early afternoon before the work rush buzz kicks in lead to semi empty streets, making it quite a smooth ride towards the favorable coffee shop.

“I know what you’re gonna say,” Jason chides shortly before you could sit up in your set and breeze the drive thru menu,

“Got it memorized up in here,” he taps along his temple. “But don’t kill me if they misplace one sprinkle, alright?”

“We’ll see,” you dramatically tease, slouching back in your seat once more. After a three car wait, Jason comes to order your drink first, leaving you focus on various raindrops grouping together before rippling down along the windshield.

“That’s it?” You chime after hearing Jason confirm the order the attendee repeated back to him.

“What?” Jason glances over whilst pulling out his wallet.

“A chai tea?” You say with furrowed brows. “That’s it?”

Jason blinks, slowly pulling out some cash.

“Yeah?” He nearly hesitates, responding with utter confusion. “Technically babe, it’s just chai. That means tea.”

“Yeah, I know, but that’s all you’re gonna get??”

He keeps quiet, unsure how else to respond.

“Yeah. It tastes good.” He shrugged, keeping his attention focused on the car in front him.

He extends his hand to grasp two paper cups with beige sleeves and signature, rich green logo. You sip your drink nearly on the spot, humming in delight.

“Perfect.”

“Dessert in a cup, more like.” Jason mutters under his breath as he pulls back onto the road.

“It’s delicious,” you insist as you take your cup, seeing him roll his eyes. “Don’t judge me cause you order boring drinks.”

“Chai is good, okay? It’s not complicated, an’ I like it.”

You stare ahead, biting the inner corner of your cheek in thought before taking another sip of your hot drink.

“You raise your pinkie sometimes,” you broadly state, your gaze just as fixated on the road as his.

“You slurp obnoxiously loud for your no reason.” Jason chides in retaliation to your statement.

“Says the guy who drinks solid black coffee seven times a week.”

“You order vanilla bean frappes thinking they have coffee in it, an’ they don’t!”

“So??”

“You’re literally drinking blended milk, babe!”

“Sometimes that’s all I need!” An involuntary giggle at such an ear sore of an amusing conversation takes place. “Come on, Jay. The stigma of guys ordering something other than coffee—“

“It’s not that,” He quickly insists, huffing a little. “Believe me, it ain’t. It just looks like an overcomplicated menu, hurts my eyes tryin’ to understand it all.”

“When Christmas comes around, you’re gonna try the Christmas Cookie. Or the candycane. It’s delicious, you’ll love it—“

“You namin’ desserts, or..?”

“Drinks. C’mon, you like peppermint.”

Jason dramatically exhales at a stoplight, bringing his drink to his lips. “I do like peppermint.”

He glanced at you, a short smile brushing along his lip as you sip your drink with scrunched leather sleeves pushed up to your wrists. “Is it good?”

“Perfectly,” you smile at him. A picture of beauty.

“Thank you, Jason.”

“I gotcha sweetheart,” Jason smiles, watching your content expression unfold as the warmth of your overtly sweetened drink fills you with such joy.

His hand settles along your thigh on the drive home.

A warm drink, a warm seat and the warm coat of a loving man. A car ride home couldn’t get better than this.

“You wanna check out Barnes and Noble?” Jason proposes.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

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