#30 minute-1 hr read

[inthememetime]

DP × DC but it's a tired and burnt out Danny that makes landfall in Gotham, in this AU Danny is a halfa but it is his sister that plays the role he does in Canon and he only got his powers via ectoplasm contamination. He got burnt out acting as his sisters occasionally sidekick and her alibi in regards to their parents, so after he finally graduated from Casper High he opted to find himself while Jazz joined the Justice League.

So here we have a severely overtired and burnt out Daniel Fenton working at a local Lexbucks Coffee Shop when out of the blue he gets involved in the usual Gotham drama that results in a drive-by shooting wherein Danny gets shot. Danny, being a Halfa, gets up despite having been visibly shot in locations that would be fatal to anyone else but for him it's nothing and he goes back to work.

So begins the interest in Gotham's newest criptid; The Undead Barrista.

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(Lmk if you'd like to read this on my A03, and/or a version from his coworkers POV!) Ok so I did a fic!

Length: short boi. Save about 10-15 minutes.

Summary: see ask above. PLUS Danny sasses Gotham's Rogues Gallery into submission and finds out he really wasn't as useless as he felt.

Danny was second; he was the second child. The second smartest child. The second best as dealing with people. The second one to DIE and get superpowers.

At first, it was exciting! Phantom and Wraith, superhero duo of Amity Park! But Jazz- or Wraith, when she was in ghost form- had the ability to make people feel safe. To calm down situations before they ever started.

Danny had the ability to tear enemies to shreds, destroy infrastructure, and scare people.

Even Sam and Tucker agreed, although not in so many words. They didn't need to; after Dan, after they knew what he'd probably become, things really changed. He was watched, less to make sure he was safe, and more to make sure he didn't become Dan.

When he started sympathizing with that Fruitloop, Vlad, he knew something had to change.

So he flew up, up, into Earth's orbit, so he could look at the planet below. He didn't know how long he stayed there, but when he saw the sun set over the Himalayas, he felt something in him... settle, somehow. And he came to the realization he needed to leave.

It wasn't their fault- his sister, Sam, Tucker. He was the worse liar, so their parents suspected him of everything. He dealt with ghosts better than people, so Wraith was more trusted. As they aged, and Wraith looked the same but older and Phantom started looking like Dan- well. It wasn't the people of Amity Park's fault, either. Besieged by monsters, who would want to rely on one?

He got his things and left. He left a note saying he needed a fresh start, and then took off. He didn't leave the name of the city he was moving to. He didn't know.

That was how he became a barista at a Lexbucks in Gotham with a tiny loft apartment. And for the first time since he was 15, he was happy. Really, truly happy. He made friends in an astronomy club, and got together every other Friday withe people to watch old movies.

He was about to start a management program at Lexbucks. He would be 'needed' by Clockwork every Monday for an unknown amount of time (it was hard to tell time when CW paised as needed. Sometimes Monday lasted weeks, if he thought it was warranted.)

Clockwork being Clockwork, that sometimes meant he needed to solve some ghost issue, or fix a paradox, or come over for dinner, or take a vacation. (Was there a portal in his closet? Yes. Yes there was.)

He saw Frostbite once a week too, Gotham being closer to the Far Frozen, and was learning Greek- both ancient and modern- from Pandora.

He was finally going to ask out Eduardo from the bookstore across the street today.

That meant, of course, he was shot right outside his apartment. Danny left for work around 3 AM; his apartment was pretty close to the edge of Crime Alley, he was the store opener and they started serving customers at 4 AM. A match made in hell.

He heard the gunshots before he felt them, and reflexively turned invisible to change into Phantom. The drive by shooting ended as quickly as it began, leaving Danny to curse and change his shirt. Dammit.

Ah well. Gotta love Tuesdays, right?

Next Tuesday was when Condiment Man walked into the Lexbucks. Probably to try and rob it, but it was difficult to understand over all the giggling from his regulars.

"Bring Gotham to-"

"Sir, this is a Lexbucks. Please just order your coffee, tea, other drink, or something to eat."

Condiment Man gaped for a moment. "I- I don't want coffee. I want villainy."

He nodded. "Fair. But this is a Lexbucks. No villainy, just coffee, tea, sodas, food. No evil available except the evil inherent in corporations."

"I. Um. Ok?"

After a moment, Danny cleared his throat. "So about your order?"

"Um. Well. Can I order you to join me in my quest to bring Gotham to its knees?" He asked nervously.

"Kinky." He said, and Condiment Man sputtered. "But no." His calm demeanor changed in the blink of an eye. "Get your hand off the trigger for that mustard right now, or you'll be cleaning every inch of this place with a toothbrush until it sparkles!"

Condiment Man yelped and left. The locals- regulars and newbies- started laughing. He was pretty sure somebody started crying. His tips were glorious.

Maybe Tuesdays weren't so bad after all.

XxXxXx

"I got a hit on Danny!"

Jazz spun around. "Really? You're sure, Tuck?"

"About 50%, the video is pretty grainy. But you tell me somebody else who deescalates villains with sass."

"Where?"

"That's the problem. They were using a VPN. It's somewhere in the US, probably Gotham, Metropolis, or League City- Gotham Rogues get around sometimes."

Jazz's face started to fall. "Tucker, thank you, but- it's been 5 years. Are we sure his face didn't totally change? I mean, remember Vlad's before and after?"

He sighed heavily. "Jazz, we failed him. I failed my best friend. I missed that he was hurting for 3 years before he ran. No matter what that note said, I was probably part of the problem. Give up on him of you want. But I'm gonna keep looking."

God, those notes had been like kicks in the teeth. If it was Vlad, he'd say it was orchestrated. But it was Danny. He very much did not blame them. He didn't want to go. And what was carefully not said, but pieced together when they compared the note left for him, Sam, Jazz, and the elder Fentons was they were the biggest reason he left.

XxXxXx

"I, the Baffler, will bring chaos and confusion to Gotham's streets with your assistance, Undead Coffee Person!"

That was, oddly enough, better than Inviso-Bill. Still. "Hey man, this is a Lexbucks. And I have a name."

He seemed delighted. "Wonderful! What is your villain name?"

"No, no, no villain name. I'm not a villain. Just a barista. My name's Jack. What's your order?"

The baffler seemed. Well. Baffled. "But aren't you going to join me in my life of crime?"

Danny sighed heavily. "Dude. I just wanna pay my bills. Coffee, tea, what do you want?"

"You can pay your bills with crime!"

The Baffler seemed so honestly pleased it was hard to get angry. Just a big guy in a dumb costume, and Ancients he missed his dad. But then he shot the cash register. "See? Crime!"

Danny snarled and, quick as a blink, The Baffler's hamds were frozen to the counter. "You have ice powers?!"

"And you have dumbass powers, you knockoff Riddler. I'm calling the cops."

XxXxXx

"You must be truly desperate to come to me for help," Vlad said with amusement plain on his face.

Sam narrowed her eyes, and Tucker scowled. "Yeah, well, we need untraceable cash, and you're the kind of guy to keep that on hand."

"And why do you need it?"

Sam grit her teeth, but replied, "let's just say if we find what we're looking for, the number of halfas might be back up to 4."

His eyes flashed brightly. "Well, then. How much do you need?"

XxXxXx

"Together, we will bring Gotham into the next ice age!" Mr. Freeze roared.

Danny narrowed his eyes. "Doctor, this is a Lexbucks. What do you want to order?"

"You, too have powers of ice! Together, we can bring Gotham into the cold!"

He sighed. "Ok. So frozen. Small, medium, or large?"

"I- I am ordering destruction, not coffee!"

Danny pointed to the menu. "Do you see destruction on the menu here? No. No, you don't. Your order?"

He gaped. "Chai latte? Mocha cappuccino? You seem like a smoothie kind of guy, want one of those?"

Mr. Freeze cleared his throat. "What kind of smoothies do you have?"

XxXxXx

"Are you seriously going behind my back with Plasmius?"

Wraith stood, arms crossed with a scowl. "Oh back off, you're nowhere near as scary as Phantom. Or even Skulker." He snapped.

Batman cleared his throat. "I'm told you have information about an incredibly dangerous illegal meta in Gotham?"

Sam shook her head. "I wish I could say I couldn't believe this. He's your brother."

Jazz swallowed. "You don't even know for sure if this is Phantom. This could be a legitimate threat."

"Every time I start to wonder why he left, all I have to do is remind myself about-"

"Sam."

"He's our best friend, Tucker! And she just might've gotten him thrown into Arkham, because Batman doesn't believe in rehabilitation!"

And another argument began.

XxXxXx

"I'm so sorry, Jack. I really like you, I do! It's just..." Eduardo trailed off, shaking underneath Danny's jacket.

"It's ok. You didn't sign up for getting kidnapped by the Penguin in a sick job offer."

He smiled a little shakily, and Danny hugged him tightly. "I'll see you around, ok?"

"Thanks, Jack."

Why the hell was he so broken up over a guy who didn't even know his real name?

XxXxXx

Thursday began at the sight of the Joker prowling around. Danny let his jaws drop and released a hiss that made fully grown ghosts back the hell up, following it by the unearthly rattle he learned from Fright Knight.

The Joker backed up. Swallowed. Put on his trademark grin, and stepped back in. Albeit a little further from the front counter. "Now, now, kid, I'm a clown! Kids love clowns, yeah?"

Another hellish hiss echoed from behind the Joker. He paled, then stiffened as a massive blue hand was on his shoulder. "Perhaps this isn't the best place for you."

The Joker laughed shakily. "Hey, pal, I'm-"

Plasmius' glowing eyes flashed, and the Joker's started glowing red. The clown's face fell slack. "This isn't the best place for you."

"This...isn't the...best...place....for me." The Joker slurred.

"Leave." Commanded the vampire ghost.

The Joker staggered out drunkenly. Plasmius turned his attention to the counter. "Can I get a large black coffee? With a shot of espresso, please."

Danny cocked his head and tried not to laugh at Kristen's face when the fruitloop sat next to her. "Sure. Kristen?"

She looked at him, wide-eyed. "He's not going to hurt or overshadow you. Right, Plasmius?"

"Of course," he agreed magnanimously.

Plasmius drank his coffee at the store. He bought a blueberry donut. Gave him a $500 tip. "The number hasn't changed. Call me, and we'll see about moving you before Batman and his friends crash the place."

"I can fly, you know."

"He has multiple jets. And besides, from what I've heard, Wraith is helping him track down the big, scary meta."

"Thanks for the warning, Plasmius. I'll think about it."

The elder halfa nodded and left, phasing through the door.

Jazz was hunting him. Jazz was hunting him. His sister was- it wasn't fair. He left her the entire territory of Amity Park. She had the undivided love and attention of everyone in Amity Park. Inside the roll of $100 bills was a business card.

He pocketed it, and yet another super came in. Plasmius was right. They were hunting him. Red Robin frowned at the menu.

"Hey, do you still have the mint hot chocolate?"

"Yeah," he said quietly. "Small, medium, or large?"

"Large, please." Red Robin waited in silence while his drink was prepared. "So, Jack Walker isn't your real name."

Danny shook his head. "Nah. If you're going to arrest me, might as well just call me Danny."

He observed him carefully, then nodded. "I'll see you around, Jack. Try to keep out of trouble."

XxXxXx

"He isn't a threat!" Tim snapped.

"You deliberately disobeyed me! We agreed not to approach the person who can use mind control!"

"You agreed, B. Wraith, just leave him alone, ok? He just wants to make his coffee and leave every day."

"Is he my brother or not?"

"Does it matter? He left." Tim snapped. "That guy is just trying to make a living. He's not going to hurt anyone who doesn't start trouble."

Jazz embraced both Sam and Tucker, feeling real, true hope for the first time in years. "It's Danny! Guys it's Danny, we can bring him home!"

"None of you are leaving until we can bring him in for questioning."

Jazz's face hardened, then she agreed. That was alright. She had a secret weapon. Two of them, actually.

XxXxXx

"Jack, you've got people asking for you."

Danny groaned.

"Sorry Jack, you're the one who made the rule about people in weird suits with guns."

"Yeah, fair. Thanks."

He stepped out behind the counter, and froze. "Danny?"

He swallowed. Blinked to make sure he was seeing what he thought. "Mom? Dad?"

For the first time in 5 years, he was embraced by his parents. He didn't feel bad about the tears. He couldn't. "Let's go home, baby. Let's go home."

"I can't. I- I'm not..."

"It's ok, Danny. We know now. About Phantom."

"I'm so sorry we made you feel your only recourse was running away."

XxXxXx

He had started to get the idea Jazz might be hunting him in a violent way. The only violent thing was the force of her hug, and the way her nails dug into his shoulder to keep him close.

Danny couldn't quite understand her over the blubbering, but that was fine; he had always been a sympathetic crier. Although the way all of the bats, Constantine, and Superman were shifting awkwardly, trying not to watch them while watching them, was pretty funny. It got worse when Sam kicked Batman in the knee and joined them. Then there was Tucker, and his mom, and- his dad was squeezing them tight enough to pick them up a few inches.

It took a ridiculous amount of time to get them all to stop crying- and Danny included himself. He had a good 5 years of believing he did nothing but harm to his human(ish) family to cry over.

"So just to be clear. You are not a villain."

"Yep. Used to be in the hero game, even."

"And you're not going to start being a villain."

He chuckled. "No, I won't."

"For now, your stay in Gotham is fine, though you should start using your legal name. If you don't like Danny Fenton, you can always legally change it. Can we call on you if we get a ghostly threat closer to home?"

"Absolutely."

"Wait! Danny, you're going home, though, right? With us?" Jazz asked hopefully.

"I'd like to visit," he said quietly, "but Jazz- I scare humans. Pretty badly."

"The ghosts negotiate with you, they listen to you! And people- look, now that Phantom's not there stopping fights by talking to ghosts before they start, or helping the new dead solve their murders- well. Phantom has been missed."

"Jazz, you do all that too. And you calm humans down way better than I ever have, so-"

"Danny," Tucker interrupted, "please, buddy. You don't have to stay, just come for a week. Things are different now. Promise."

And. Well. Even if they were wrong, he missed them. So much. "I can do a week."

[chrrywinter]

60 Days Challenge ༉‧₊˚

This is like my own version of the 75 Day Hard Challenge. For the next two months, I will follow these daily rules:

Follow a meal plan.

Drink 8-10 glasses of water.

Exercise daily.

Read 10 pages of any book.

Follow a morning and night routine.

Less than 3 hrs of screen time.

Keep track everyday.

1. Meal Plan:

I will add vegetables or fruits at each meal and fast 16:8 three times a week. I will focus on eating in moderation and adding healthy foods rather than restricting some type of food.

2. Hydration:

In addition to water, I will have two cups of tea (one in the morning and one at night). I won't drink anything else.

3. Exercise:

I will do some form of exercise every day, for at least 30 minutes, and I will stretch for at least 10 minutes. The main goal is to move !!! so I will do whatever suits my day the most.

4. Reading:

I love reading ! The minimum is 10 pages, but I'll try to read as much as possible. This will also be a way of not spending too much time on the phone.

5. Daily routines:

I want to start and end the day the right way. I created my routines based on what was best for me and my schedule. For example, my morning routine is short and simple because I don't have a lot of time, and my night routine is focused on relaxing because otherwise I have a hard time sleeping.

6. Less than 3 hrs of screentime:

This doesn't include time in screens for school. My goal here is to limit the time I spend on social media and spend that time on other activities instead. I will probably only use that time for my duolingo lessons, watch a movie or post on tumblr, and I will set a timer everytime I use a screen.

7. Keep a record:

I will keep a record here of how I feel every day during this challenge. The goal with this is to realize what works and what doesn't, in order to improve. I also think it's easier for me to stay on track if I write it down somewhere.

[thebestandrealestever]

NOT YOU TOO PART 2!!

1610 miles morales x black fem reader(?) hobie brown x black fem reader!

part 1: https://rb.gy/bfwe9

warnings : cussin, use of n word, rebound(?)

sum:hobie kinda 🤭, miles tried to apologize. a/n: HEY BOOKIES LMK IF YAAL LIKE IT, PSA : READER CHOOSES HOBIE/HERSELF!!! SOSORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT, I HAVENT BEEN FEELIN THE BEST!!

the next morning u woke up alone, to a note on your nightstand that contained : “i had a late night mission wish i could’ve stayed longer. i seen your ig story, tryna pop out with me already pretty?” you pick up the note and smile as you read it then dropped your face in your hands you remembered the events of last night. sighing as you open your phone to 1 new text message from “hobie 🎸” 10 new text messages from “my boy 👦🏽.” 20 new instagram dms from “miles morales”. 3 new text messages from “gwen” 35 new instagram dms from “margo kess.” 20 new story reactions from instagram. you audibly groan at all the replies but what did u really expect, one day u were in the happiest rls and the next you flicking up w a new nigga. before reading all the messages you went to the bathroom, looking in the mirror at how tired you looked. your eyes rimmed with red from all the tears when hobie was asleep. even though he hurt u, your feelings didn’t just go away in a night. you took a long shower to digress, once u got out u finally checked your phone. through the sea of apologies, “can we talk”, and margo bein confused asfc the only message that matter to you right now was “pav’s throwin a party @ 9, wanna go?” kicking your feet when u flopped onto the bed you replied “yea, pick me up .” it was only 1pm, so u had the whole day. you called margo to come over and when she did you asked her about the party. “hobie invited me a to a party tonight” you said like it was nothing as u we’re getting in the car on your way to the mall. “WHATTT?? wait is it pav’s party?? cause if it is yk miles AND gwen gon be dere.” you rolled your eyes at their names “they can be there idgaf, i’m going to dance on my man and have a good time. i don’t know nun bout that.” margo wheezed and got out, as you both were shopping for outfits amongst other things you needed. when you got from the mall it was 6:30 giving u 2 hrs nd 30 minutes to get ready. margo decided to get ready at your place so you told hobie that she would take u and u guys would just meet there. after you got ready u n margo took a pic, posting it on ur ig story “pregaming w my fav 👯‍♀️” was the caption and miles slid up almost instantly “what party? pavitrs?” you laughed at how desperate he sounded leaving him on read. when you got there margo ditched u for her man, leaving you to roam the halls under blasting music and harsh color changing lights. you and margo had smoked a blunt before you came so you were a lil buzzed. as you scoured the house for a familiar face you were met the one you wanted to see the most, you strolled up the hobie looking up at him. “hey, why u wallsittin?” you quipped at him before joining him on the wall, he sipped whatever concoction was in his red cup and laughed, lowly and raspy. “was waiting for u” he glanced over his shoulder down at you and your stomach did flips u couldn’t even do. you pull out your phone and take a picture of y’all two captioning it “🫶🏽🫂.” and again miles slid up on sum more bs.

“wtf (name)?” you showed hobie the text and he huffed. after you put your phone back into your pocket you grabbed hobies hand “dance with me baeee” he didn’t say anything back but just followed you to wherever everyone else was dancing. miles irking ass mustve been looking for u cause you saw him out the corner of eye so you just turned the other direction and continued swaying w the fine nigga behind u.

MILES POV!!

“(name) won’t fucking respond, gwen doesn’t mean anything to me. she was upset ab-about her dad! and i was tryna be there for her. i don’t love her i love (name) with everything in me. i would never hurt her. and hobie really? his big lanky ass is built like a deep breath. he stay plotting on my relationship.” miles said out loud to his empty car trying to convince no one but himself. he scrambled his mind for an excuse but it always came to one thing. “shit, how i do that to her. why would i do that to her.” he opened his phone to 5 new messages from gwen. he didn’t read any of them just replied “it’s over, i don’t love u. and i don’t wanna see u again.” he went on instagram to pass time, clicking on your store first he saw hobie, ‘this nigga again ima beat the fuck out of his wide neck ass.’ he thought while getting out of the car and walking into the party. he talked with ganke and 42 miles before seeing u, and him. y’all made eye contact before he saw you turn around. ‘this nigga MUSTTTT wanna get fucked up, why he all up on my girl??’ he said under his breath as he walked up to the pair, “i need to talk to u.” you and hobie stopped dancing and faced miles, hobie looked him up and down and put his arm around your shoulder while miles acted like hobie wasn’t even there. “we have nothing to talk about.” the bluntness in your voice made miles eyes lower. “please baby l-“ “don’t call me that.” “please. let me explain” miles put his hand on your arm with pleading eyes, the same eyes he gave you when you first met, when you first kissed. he saw your face soften and he let go of your arm. hobie saw your face change too, as he turned around and you were about to follow him hobie grabbed your hand with a ‘are u sure?’ look, you smiled at him and he let go allowing u to catch up with miles.

he lead you to a secluded room and closed the door. when you turned on the lights the look on his face made you sympathize with him, his eyes big and lips pressed into a thin line. you decided to speak up first, “you really hurt me. ian done nothing but be good to u. why would u do that?” you say trying not to let your voice betray you. he snaps his head up at you hanging on to every word moving closer to you to make damn sure he didn’t miss a single syllable. “i love- i loved you miles. why didn’t u just be straight up and say u didn’t wanna be with me anymore.” you say refusing to look at him, especially in the eye. knowing if you did your mind would betray you. “i don’t know. i love you not her. i promise. remember our first anniversary? i told you i would never hurt you. but i did, i fucked up a good thing and im so sorry. you gave me a piece of your heart and i wasn’t careful with it like i should’ve been. like i will be. i need you princess, my pretty pretty princess. please.” he said grabbing your chin so you could look at him, he almost sounded sympathetic..?

YOUR POV!!

could he mean it? could he be sorry? your eyes softened as you looked into his own. you didn’t want to fall into his trap that was his gaze again, but you couldn’t help it. you never could, “i can’t trust you miles. i didn’t give you a piece of my heart, i gave you the whole thing. and i guess she did too, but you can’t hold two hearts in one hand.” u say breaking your face away from his hand, you were not going to let miles see you vulnerable again, he doesn’t say anything. “i think i need to distance myself. you don’t love me, and i refuse to put myself in the position to get humiliated again.” you say pushing past him to open the door as he stood there humiliated. his eyes filled with tears and he left the party, not wanting to see anyone. you walked back to the main room your throat burning as you held your tears in. you spotted hobie and said to him quietly “can we go?” he only took your hand and led you outside through all of the people. as you got in hobies car you texted margo, “hobies taking me home, text me later.” she didn’t reply probably because she was dancing or doing whatever w her bf “what happened?” he glanced at you over his shoulder as he drove to your house. “miles tried to apologize or whateva.” you said softly trying not to cry. hobie’s heart skipped a beat, he had feelings for you and if you went back to the same boy who messed up such a perfect thing, he was gon blow the top off this bitch. “yea? whatchu say back?” he say rubbing your thigh trying to play it off but it was really eating him up inside. “i told him i couldn’t be with someone i didn’t trust.” you say to him looking at him as his face relaxes and he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “that’s good, you deserve so much better. you deserve everything.” he whispered the last bit but you heard it all too clear. you widen your eyes before turning your head out the window. “are you hungry? we could go get something to eat whatever u want.” “i think i just want you to go home with me.” you said turning your head to look back at him, u could hear the grin in his voice,

“okay pretty. let’s go home”

[yuhzz]

1 hr. and 30 mins. - h.ec x fem!reader

summary: all eunchae ever wants is to spend time with you, so why can't you? oh, right. other girls are always butting in and ruining your date, that's why.

warning: fluff. jealous eunchae.

word count: 2.3k words

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you lived in the shadows ever since you were young, meaning that you've been an outsider, an outcast ever since forever. a 15-year-old teenager who's afraid to make friends. people call you a coward for it but you just try your best to ignore the things they're saying.

it's currently 8:09 in the morning and you were walking across the hallway to your designated classroom to drop your bag off. your class starts at 8:30.

as usual, you came earlier than everybody else. just being the usual model student you are. every single day, when you arrive early, you spend your time walking around the campus, if not though, you read books inside the classroom.

today, though, was different.

when you arrived in front of the classroom, the door was open.

well, that's weird.

"the door should be closed...why is it open?" you mumbled to yourself before adjusting your glasses.

you stepped inside and there you saw another person sitting right next to your seat. the girl, on the other hand, noticed your presence so she turned around and met your eyes with cold ones.

"h-hello" you stuttered, slightly scared of the girl's cold character. the other ignored you and looked away from you.

'well, that was mean' you thought and sighed. slowly, you walked towards your seat.

'of all the seats that she can choose from, why did she ever have to choose the one next to mine?' you looked down. 

When you arrived in front of your seat, you dropped your bag and slowly walked away from the chair. you sure were scared about the fact that the girl who was sitting next to your chair might be a delinquent or something.

"calm down, i don't bite" the girl joked, her tone still as cold as ice.

"i know but...safety precautions?" you were unsure.

suddenly, the girl stood up which kind of alarmed you making you raise both of your arms in the air and close your eyes. you heard the girl chuckle.

all of a sudden, you felt a hand on your shoulder making you open your eyes open again.

in front of you was a smiling princess who looks like a damn cute kid. you slowly relaxed as your arms began dropping down slowly.

"i'm sorry, if my cold demeanor earlier, scared you" the girl apologized with her tone happier this time.

"i'm eunchae by the way" eunchae introduced herself.

"I-I..." you were unsure if eunchae was genuine or not. but regardless, maybe eunchae can be your first friend - the first one at that.

"I'm y/n"

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"y/n-ie!" eunchae shouted as soon as she saw you in front of the school gates. just 2 months after you met each other, both of you got closer.

back then, you would arrive 30 minutes before classes but now that you had found out that eunchae arrives an hour earlier, you push yourself to wake up and arrive earlier.

"eunchae-ah!" you exclaimed as eunchae hugged you tight as if she hasn't met you for years.

"my y/n-ie..." eunchae trailed off with a smile on her face. you, on the other hand, blushed at what the latter had said.

suddenly, your heart began beating faster when eunchae unexpectedly brought her face closer to yours.

"omo, why is my y/n-ie so red?" eunchae teased even further.

"s-stop it!" you said and gently pushed eunchae's face away from yours. "what the- you're pushing my face now?" eunchae pouted, and you panicked.

"n-no~!! i-it's just that, uhh" you continued panicking until eunchae laughed.

"you're cute, you know that?" eunchae giggled. "oh..." was all that you could say.

"let's go?" the latter asked you and you could only nod. you let eunchae take you away. this is the reason why both of you agreed to arrive an hour earlier. so that you can spend time together for an hour and 30 minutes.

inside that 90 minutes, you get to decide where to go and waste your time in.

this time, you don't really know where you're going since eunchae told you to leave the decision-making up to her. so here you are, letting eunchae drag you all over the city.

eunchae planned to do 9 things, each thing that she wants to do with you was only limited to 10 minutes so that when the time hits 8:30 am, you'll be right on time for your first class.

now, the clock strikes 6:58 am, and your time together begins.

=+==+= 7:00 am - 7:10 am =+==+=

your first destination was a Dog Café.

good thing this Dog Café's just near your school that's why it took you just 2 minutes to arrive.

here, eunchae planned to have fun with dogs for 7 minutes, and the remaining 3 minutes will be your remaining time to go to the next destination.

though cramped and the time's short, it was still worth it to do since she was with you.

at exactly 7:00 am, both of you stepped inside the Dog Café. eunchae took out her phone and started a 7 minutes timer. as soon as she did so, eunchae ran towards the dogs and let them lick her all over her face.

you, on the other hand, were too scared to even breathe. damn, these gigantic dogs scare you so much.

you stood still by the entrance until suddenly, the biggest dog of 'em all approached you and sat in front of you.

The dog tilted his head towards you, his tail wagging uncontrollably.

"looks like she's interested in you" one of the personnel walked towards you. you uncomfortably smiled while looking at her, still afraid that the dog might eat you alive.

the employee laughed lightly.

"don't worry, she doesn't bite" 

"i know but i'm still scared- wait... she?" you asked.

"yep, why? did you think that she was a he?" 

you nodded and scratched your nape out of embarrassment. the employee giggled.

"You're funny" she continued laughing before lightly slapping your shoulder.

'Eh? What was so funny about what I said?' you pondered. 4 minutes in and yet you're already making somebody else laugh.

eunchae, on the other hand, couldn't handle the way the personnel laughed. she thought of the personnel as...maybe...someone who should be eliminated? not the type of eliminate where she's going to k!ll her- no. definitely not like that.

it's more like a talent show where there can only be one winner.

"i'm chaewon" chaewon offered her hand for you to shake.

and in that talent show, chaewon's a contestant who eunchae felt like should oust.

so! eunchae came up with a plan that was smart enough to catch everyone's attention.

"here goes nothing" she sighed.

"AHH! Y/N-IE!!!! THE DOG IS EATING ME" believe it or not, this was the best idea she could ever come up with at the moment.

besides, this sounded even better inside her head.

your eyes widened as soon as you heard this. you immediately looked at eunchae.

even though you were not really a dog lover, you still know the differences between "eat" and "play".

you sighed.

"eunchae-ah, the dog's only playing with you..." 

long story short, eunchae's plan didn't work but she knows that she had successfully eliminated chaewon from the talent show.

if chaewon can giggle and laugh cutely, eunchae can scream her lungs out fully. finally, eunchae's 7 minutes alarm went off.

it's time to go to your next destination.

you and eunchae thanked everyone inside the Dog Café. eunchae took your hands and walked towards the next place she planned to go to.

=+==+= 7:10 am - 7:20 am =+==+=

another 10 minutes to spend with each other means another fun and happy time. at exactly 7:10 am, just as eunchae planned, you arrived inside a perfume store.

you're not exactly here to buy but rather, you're here to act like you're going to buy. you know? like hit and run except that it's called;

"smell and run," eunchae said and giggled.

"that's what we're here for y/n-ie" she added. this time, you'll only have 4 minutes to check out the perfumes and the remaining 6 minutes will be your time to go to their next destination.

"good morning!" a female staff approached you.

"good morning to you too" you greeted back and smiled. "ah, may I help you?" the female staff named 'sakura' asked.

"not really-" 

while you were talking with the staff, eunchae spent her time looking around without forgetting to set a 4 minutes alarm. "ahh, so you're here to take a look around with your friend?" she asked.

friend....damn.

"it seems so" you chuckled.

eunchae, who was too focused on looking around, stopped what she was doing when she noticed that you were too busy with another girl...again.

"seems like a tough opponent" eunchae hummed.

looks like there's another contestant that eunchae has to beat.

another plan to make. eunchae thought of it deeply.

"y/n-ie! can you help me???" 

eunchae asked you for help and of course, you willingly followed. in the end, another contestant was eliminated.

sakura may be sweet but eunchae begins to be sweeter.

just like that, 4 minutes are finally over. now starts your 6-minute walk.

=+==+= 7:20 am - 8:00 am =+==+=

would you look at that? a sudden change of plans.

eunchae couldn't afford to have you distracted by another woman. besides, she's getting tired of coming up with ideas on the spot, it's too brain damaging.

anyways, arcade! a fun place to spend your time if you have nothing else to do.

this time, eunchae swears if one more girl approaches you, she's gonna lose it.

for 30 minutes, both you and eunchae enjoyed your time together, hopping from one game to another. after that, eunchae told you that she was just going to buy the two of you drinks and snacks.

and when she got back, guess what?

2 ridiculously beautiful girls are laughing with you.

as soon as eunchae saw this, her hand slowly crushed the canned soda she bought. oh, y/n...may you rest in peace.

"that's it" eunchae growled. she placed the soda on a chair and walked towards you.

"jagi-ah~!" eunchae sweetly called out.

you were startled right after that. the 2 girls who were with you, however, remained unbothered. "j-jagi?" you gulped.

'I thought we were supposed to keep it lowkey?' you thought.

eunchae clung into your arms.

"oh! who are they JAGI?" eunchae asked, making sure that the 2 girls will know their place.

​​​​​​​"w-well..." for the second time, after eunchae met you, you were once again scared.

​​​​​​​"...s-she's kazuha and she's yunjin" you began praying. ​​​"oh, really?" eunchae smirked.

​​​​​​​"yes, you 2 must be friends? anyways, we were just asking y/n if she's available-" eunchae didn't even let kazuha finish and said, "so she is not and she will never be because as you can see, she's with me and will always be with me" 

​​​​​​​"sheesh, that must be suffocating for you y/n-ssi" yunjin added. now it was very clear that both kazuha and yunjin were trying to piss eunchae off.

and they did.

after what eunchae has heard, her arms softened and her confidence was slowly disintegrating. the other 2 girls noticed this and chuckled right after.

you were worried about her though. not only a few minutes after, eunchae also stopped clinging onto you.

for the rest of the 10 minutes, eunchae remained silent and let kazuha and yunjin take away her lover's attention.

but no matter how hard they try to do so, your attention was focused on eunchae.

after that, eunchae's alarm went off. she stood still and did not urge you to leave and go to your next destination.

ok, that's enough.​​​​​​​ you sighed.​​​​​​​ "nice to meet you girls but, just like what eunchae said earlier, i'm not really available" 

​​​​​​out you, and eunchae, go.

=+==+= 8:00 am - 8:30 am=+==+=

this time, you were the one dragging her. "where are we going?" eunchae coldly asked.

​​​"we're going to the place I cherish the most" you sweetly stated. about 6 minutes later, eunchae noticed that you just passed the perfume shop. 4 more minutes passed and after that, you walked past the dog café. eunchae noticed that you were walking back to where you met earlier.

​​​​​​​"what are we doing back here?" eunchae asked you as she looked at the school's gates. you said nothing and only smiled at her.

you went inside and walked through the hallways.

after walking for a while, you came to a stop in front of the classroom where you first met each other.

​​​​​​"you know, eunchae-ah, I really love this classroom" ​​​​​​​the latter raised her eyebrows. ​​​​​​​"why?" she asked.

​​​​​​​"Because..." you guided eunchae towards her seat.

​​​​​​​"...this was the exact place where you were sitting that day, and i..." you let go of her hands and walked back towards the door.

​​​​​​​"...i was standing here" you smiled.

"i never thought that it'd be you" 

"what?" eunchae was confused.

​​​​​​​"i never thought that you would be my first friend..." 

you took 1 step closer to her.

"...i never thought that you'd be the first person to laugh with me..." ​​​​​​​

you took another step.

​​​​​​​"...i never thought that you'd be the first one to eat with me..."

​​​​​​​another step.

​​​​​​​"...and i never thought that you'd be the first person i'd fall in love with" 

and another one.

you were now standing in front of eunchae. ​​​​​​​"eunchae-ah, believe me, or not, i never regretted nor hesitated when it came to you"

​​​​​​​you held eunchae's cheeks and caressed them.

​​​​​​​"you'll always be my first and my last...no matter what anybody says" 

​​​​​​​you kissed eunchae's cheeks and hugged her tight.

​​​​​​​"eunchae, my manchae, i love you" 

​​​​​​​"i love you too, y/n-ie"

an hour and 30 minutes was enough.

enough for you to make her feel loved.

[littleredwing89]

PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 1

PRINCE OF GOTHAM

CEO!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut. 

A/N: Please remember this is a revised version of “The Intern” but swapped out Roman for Jason. Some other characters are changed too, hopefully you’ll enjoy the cameos etc. I’ve tweaked parts of the story here and there so it suits better. I hope you all enjoy xoxo much love. Let me know if you want a tag list / to be on the tag list.

*** 

Roy lounged back in his leather office chair and smirked as Jason sauntered in without knocking. “And what do I owe this displeasure?”.

“Just wanted to see how things were going, you know, it is my company after all”, Jason glanced around the office. Roy liked to keep things minimal, although the addition of the little cactus was new. An almost feminine touch. He made a note to question him about that later. He’d never known Harper to take an interest in plants before.

As the office door closed behind him, arguing erupted outside, barely concealed by the walls. He raised his eyebrow and looked through the window seeing a short, stumpy man in a suit become red and blotchy in the face.

“I don’t know why we still pay that moron”, Roy grunted and waved his hand to the disagreement outside. The stubby man, Eric, was tugging at his tie as a more feminine voice dressed him down confidently.

“I can have HR carry out a performance review if you’d like”.

Jason glanced out between the blinds and saw you storm around one of the desks, straight into his vision, hands flying violently as you spoke. He swallowed as his eyes followed you; a tight fitting grey pencil skirt paired with a wine silk blouse. He raised an eyebrow in interest. Your hair was pinned up in a messy bun, strands falling down to frame your petite face. Lips painted a deep shape of rouge. You laughed venomously before pointing to one of the free standing boards, a colourful diagram adorning it. Eric shook his head and turned away, only infuriating you more. Jason smirked, enjoying the little show.

“She’s been here 5 minutes…down boy”, Roy chuckled and grabbed something from his printer. Scrawling his signature across the bottom.

“You say that like you'd wait even 30 seconds”, Jason scoffed, a little embarrassed and slightly impressed at how well Roy could read him.

Roy looked up from the papers and grinned, “I give at least 3 to 5 working days as a courtesy before I pounce”.

Jason felt his stomach churn at the thought. He spun around quicker than he would have liked and raised an eyebrow, “Oh...so you’ve tried then?”.

“What’s it to you if I have?”, Roy grinned, noticing Jason’s reaction.

“I want to see if she has taste”, Jason quipped and turned his attention back to the escalating discussion outside. Hoping to hide the pink tinting his cheeks. You’d now dragged the whiteboard across to Eric, jabbing at one of the PowerPoint slides before rubbing your temples in frustration.

Roy scoffed to hide the laughter before getting out of his seat strolling across to Jason to hand him the signed papers, “You know, she’s the woman that saved you 500 grand last week”.

Jason frowned upon taking the paperwork from Roy, “I don't remember hearing about it”.

The white haired man shrugged to the shouting, “Take a wild guess why, Todd”.

“He played it as his own victory?”, Jason’s gaze fell back to you. Eric was crossing over your work on the board with an ugly red marker, sneering at you. Jason felt his temper surge at the blatant disregard for your hard work and effort. His brow creased at the unfamiliar emotions swimming in the back of his mind.

Roy slapped him on the shoulder suddenly, a dark grin on his lips, “Oh! So you do have a brain”.

Jason rolled his eyes, rolling his broad shoulders, “Contrary to popular belief, yes I do”.

Roy laughed deeply as he watched you with Jason through the window, your irritation bubbling over as you repeatedly jabbed your pen to the graphs on the board, voice becoming louder with every word, “She’s a real pistol”.

“I can see”, Jason hummed appreciatively as you stalked off towards the coffee room, the skirt pulling tight against you, highlighting the curve of your ass perfectly. 

Eric looked flustered as the rest of the staff in the room stared at him following the heated exchange. He shouted something to them, causing them all to bow their heads behind their computer screens. Roy grumbled something under his breath Jason couldn’t make out. Eric turned towards Roy’s office and stiffened when he saw both men watching him. Jason smirked at him, giving a subtle wave before turning to Roy, “You know what, I will send HR down this week to investigate”.

***

You checked yourself in the mirror of the elevator again, nerves making your stomach somersault. The dress had been an extravagant splurge but the moment you laid your eyes on it, you knew you had to have it. It was a floor length, backless crimson dress with a daring thigh split. You ran your hands down the front of the fabric, the satin soothing your clammy palms.

Your hair was curled loosely and draped down your bare shoulders, lips a dark red to match your dress. Briefly, you hoped, you hadn’t gone overboard with your outfit. The invitation had said ‘formal wear’. The elevator dinged and before you could think too much, the doors slid open revealing you to the party. You heard someone gasp in the distance and that’s when the entire room turned to your direction.

You were used to people staring at you in the office because of your fiery attitude but this was different. You felt your skin prickle. An odd sensation driving through your nerves. Everyone had paused to stare at you as you stepped into the room. The music faded in the back of your mind, replaced by the hammering of your heart. You straightened yourself and strode into the room with all the false confidence you could muster.

His eyes. Jason. You could feel them burning more than anyone else’s. He’d stopped mid sentence when you entered the room, cigarette left smoking in his hand. He was surrounded by his executive team, including your area manager, Mr Harper. Whilst you felt heat spreading across your cheeks, you felt somewhat pleased you’d stunned your loud mouthed CEO into silence. Roy had slapped Jason on the back, a dark smirk on his face drawing his attention away from you. He glared at Roy before taking a long drag from his cigarette, continuing with his conversation as though nothing had happened. The group of suited men dissolved into barks of laughter.

You needed a large drink. Preferably a strong one too if you wanted to last the night. You headed straight towards the bar, as fast as your towering heels would allow.

———

Jason patted one of the executives on the shoulder, making his excuses before striding across to you as you leaned against the bar, your bare back on full display. He swallowed thickly, you looked majestic under the glittering fairy lights draped around the room.

He settled next to you at the bar, clearing his throat before speaking, the deep timber of his voice rattled your core, “I think...I've seen your face before”.

You rolled your eyes at the terrible opening line before turning to face him. The black suit fitted him perfectly, showcasing his broad shoulders, his blood red tie knotted tightly against the collar of his crisp white shirt.

“Probably during one of your lonely nights over a bottle of chardonnay”, you lazily waved your hand at him.

Jason smirked at your attitude and laughed, “You think I’m chatting you up princess?”.

You pursed your lips together, nodding, “It certainly sounded that way to me and I really don’t know what else you would do after swaggering away from that crowd just to talk to lil’ old me”.

“I simply had to talk to the woman who stunned the room into silence”, his smooth voice sent shivers over your skin, oozing charm. You imagined it worked on every woman he encountered. It almost worked on you.

“Very smooth Mr Todd”, you teased and tried to wave the bartender down with no luck. You sighed and cursed under your breath.

Jason clicked his fingers, drawing the attention of the waiter immediately, “Two large glasses of Malbec please”, he winked at you when the bartender reached to the top shelf of liquor, “I know who you are”, Jason gave you a devilish smile, “You’re the 500 grand woman”.

“Y/N”, you winked and wiggled your finger at him in a joking fashion. The grin on your face widened when the wine was set down in front of you both. The rich, spicy smell drifted up your nose.

You dug your hand into your purse but Jason shook his head, “It’s on me”.

“Oh”, you clicked your tongue playfully, “You’re too kind”, you smirked at him.

Jason wouldn’t admit it, but he knew exactly who you were. He hadn’t been able to get you out of his mind since he laid his eyes on you last month. Your spitfire attitude had spread through the office and you’d made quite a name for yourself. Cutting impressive deals and smart talking anyone who tried to shoot you down. The only thing Jason had lacked was an opportunity to talk to you.

He held up his glass of whiskey and looked down at you, his dark eyes sweeping over your face, “A toast”, he leaned down towards you, his hot breath fanned across your cheek, “To Y/N”, his voice dipped lower, a gravelly rasp, “The most beautiful, enticing woman in the room”.

“You forgot to add smart”, your voice sounded more breathy than you intended, giving Jason an idea of the effect he was having over you.

He winked, “The most beautiful, enticing, smart mouthed woman in the room”.

“To me”.

You clinked your glass with his before bringing it to your lips, taking a long sip. The alcohol burnt your throat in the best way, the deep red of your lipstick staining the rim of the glass. Jason couldn’t help but stare at the smudge, wondering if it would stain as nicely on his skin.

Downing the drink in one, Jason placed the glass on the bar, the bartender rushed over quickly, leaving the bottle of red wine next to Jason before scurrying off. Your tongue darting across your lips, savouring the taste of the luxurious drink.

Jason watched you closely, you felt alive under his burning stare, “I hope you’re enjoying working for The Iceberg Lounge”.

“Of course, Sir”.

He swallowed the growl threatening to escape his lips. The way you said it. The way your lips wrapped around the word Sir, how easily it rolled off your tongue. He took a deep breath. You riled him up with little to no effort.

You glanced around the gala, almost everyone from The Iceberg had turned up. Hundreds of people were braying in the room. Dancing, drinking, laughing and screeching. The music thudded in the background, the bass thrumming through your body. You had to hand it to Jason, he certainly knew how to host a company party. Well a man in charge of a chain of bars should really.

Jason gripped the bottle of wine swiftly, “It's getting rather lively in here princess, fancy a drink and a smoke on the balcony?”.

You nodded, grabbing your clutch from the bar. You sashayed through the crowd easily, Jason following close behind you. Slinking through the throes of people, you smirked to yourself. You were playing with fire but, you had to admit, you liked the heat that came with it.

———

When you stepped out onto the balcony, the cool night breeze whipped around your body, nipping the bare skin on show. You shuddered slightly, looking up at the night sky. You were high enough that you could finally see the stars. They twinkled innocently, making you smile to yourself.

Jason placed the bottle of red on a nearby table, looking across at you. You looked even more stunning under the midnight stars. He coughed deeply, working his way across to the railing you were leaning against, “I’m surprised that you came alone, I find it hard to believe you struggled to get a date”.

You turned to him, your chandelier earrings dangling in the breeze, they captured the starlight and flickered elegantly, “I like coming to these things alone”, you mused, a coy smirk on your painted lips, “I like to see who else has come alone”.

“Oh”, he inched closer, the soft brush of his suit jacket against your bare arm made you flush, “So you’re on the lookout?”.

“Maybe”, your fingers wrapped around the metal bar and you looked over the edge. The bustle of Gotham City never ceased to amaze you, even at this height. And there you were, gazing at it with its unofficial Prince standing next to you.

Jason grinned, letting a cool finger stroke down your upper arm, “I might be able to help with that”.

You smirked, looking up catching his heated stare, “Are you going to introduce me to one of your rich friends?”.

“Trust me princess, they’re not your type”, he scoffed, his eyes tracing down the neckline of your dress, mapping every inch of your tantalising skin. He noticed a faint sparkle of glitter on your skin, along with a subtle scent of vanilla invading his senses.

Moving away from the balcony edge, you stepped into his space, fingers grasping the end of his tie, playing with it gently, “And what is my type?”.

Jason felt an unmatched desire burning in his gut when your hands toyed with his tie. He took a deep breath before cornering you into the balcony railing. His eyes were hooded with lust, “I know exactly what it is”.

The bitter metal pressed into your lower back and you bit back the moan creeping up your throat, desperate to escape. You snaked your hand up his solid chest and straightened out his shirt collar, “Well don't keep me in suspense, Sir”.

It was taking all of his self restraint not to bend you over the balcony and rail you from behind, especially when you kept calling him Sir. His hands gripped the balcony bar behind you, knuckles white from the force. Jason smirked, his voice dropping several octaves, “I can show you instead princess”.

The heat from his body was addictive and you leaned into it without thinking, breath catching in your throat. His aftershave was intoxicating and you felt your mind spinning. Jason pulled back suddenly and offered you his hand.

You slipped your hand into his and bit your plump bottom lip, “People are going to see us leaving together”.

“So?”, Jason shrugged, “Then they know we're going to have some fun, aren't we princess?”.

You shivered, letting his words drip over you. Oh the night was yet to begin and your heart was thrumming with excitement. You secured your fingers through his and started to pull him back inside so you could both leave.

“Of course Sir”.

The second you were back inside, Jason’s free hand wound around your waist, guiding you towards the elevators. He leaned down, hot breath fanning down your sensitive neck, “Yours or mine?”.

You pressed the down button on the lift pad a little more enthusiastically than you would have liked. You felt him smirk behind you, fingers digging into your flesh.

“Mine”, you whispered before slipping into the cart when the doors sprung open.

———

The taxi ride back to your apartment was filled with subtle touches and increasing tension. You’d expected Jason to pounce on you the second you slid into the backseat but he didn’t, simply keeping one arm around your shoulder, the other resting on your exposed knee drawing feather light circles.

“Keep the change”, Jason muttered, shoving a wad of cash through the divider before helping you out of the car.

His hand pressed into your lower back, rough fingers scraping against your soft skin. You shuddered, excited to feel his touch exploring the rest of your body. You led him through the marble floored lobby and up a flight of stairs, stopping outside of your door to retrieve your keys from your clutch.

His lips pressed into the junction of your neck, tongue lapping over your skin which flushed rapidly under his touch, “Hurry up princess”. You felt Jason’s hand stroke up the front of your dress, palming your breast greedily before pinching your nipple.

You gasped at the rush of sensations, almost dropping your keys. The overload of his touches made you shudder and your eyes close, head dipping forward.

“Unless you want me to fuck you out here for everyone to see, I suggest you get that door open”, he growled, lips teasing the shell of your ear. His cock was straining against his suit trousers as he brushed it against your ass, groaning quietly.

Steadying your hands and your frayed mind, you slotted the key into your door, opening it as quickly as possible. Before you had any time to think, Jason crushed you against it, slamming it shut, his lips plastered to yours in a frenzied heat.

You moaned, the noise swallowed by his mouth as his tongue glided along yours. He could still taste the wine on your lips, mingling with your own sweet flavour. You dropped your bag and ran your hands up his chest, reaching his tie. Tugging it hard, you loosened it, enough to free him of it and start unbuttoning his shirt.

Jason smirked and sunk his teeth into your bottom lip, enjoying the gasp of pleasure you released. You looked into his darkened gaze, giving him a sweet innocent smile before pushing him back against the hallway wall. His eyebrows lifted in surprise but he allowed you control, stroking the pads of his fingers up and down your spine.

With the last button popped open, your nails dragged down to his belt, unfastening it slowly, licking your lips.

“I bet this is what you thought about didn’t you?”, you teased, unzipping his trousers and pushing them down, slowly, “Me on my knees for you, swallowing your thick cock”.

You palmed him through his boxers, watching his face twist with held back desire. Your lips curved and you dropped to your knees, eye level with his hard shaft.

Jason groaned quietly, fingers tangling in your hair, gripping tighter when your lips ghosted over the outline of his throbbing cock.

“Princess”, he warned huskily, voice laced heavy with lust.

The stings of pain as he pulled your hair shot down to your core, lighting up all of your nerves. You mewled and mouthed his tip, “I thought about it too…Sir”.

His hips rutted towards your face at your words and you grinned. You pulled his boxers down slowly, watching as his cock sprung free, slapping against his rippled abs. Your mouth watered at the sight, aching for him to sink into both your throat and pussy.

You nipped along his thick, muscled thighs, your lipstick smearing as you neared his pulsing length. He tensed with each bite and growled loudly, cock twitching with excitement.

“Princess if you keep-”, the words died in his throat when the wet heat of your mouth encased his cock in one swift motion. His head flung back, eyes scrunched shut at the feeling.

You purred around his shaft, tongue fluttering along the underside, tracing the vein there. Your hands stroked up and down his thighs as you worked your lips around him. Bobbing your head back and forth.

Each time you whined around him, the vibrations buzzed up his spine, sending his mind into a delirious haze of pleasure.

“Fuck!”, he grunted and fisted his hands into your hair, thrusting forward into your hot mouth.

The head of his cock nudged the back of your throat and you gagged around his cock, whimpering with desire. He caught his breath and looked down at you, eyes black with passion.

“Your lips look perfect wrapped around my big cock”, he smirked and thrust harder into your mouth, the wet, sinful sounds echoing in the hallway of your apartment.

Your pussy was soaked and each time you shuffled, the lace of your thong rubbed against your clit. The sensation made your skin flush but it wasn’t enough. You needed him.

Jason sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched you swallow his cock. Your once perfect lipstick was smudged all over your mouth. Some stained his length. He groaned as you pulled back, tracing your tongue over the slit of his tip, hands kneading his inner thighs perfectly.

“Sir-please…”, your voice was raw as you spoke, wide eyes searching his, “I want you”.

He let his thumb run over your bottom lip, enjoying the way your lips wrapped around it without second thought, sucking softly. Jason dipped it down your chin before hooking it underneath, “Come here”.

You stood slowly, adjusting the strap of your dress which had fallen down your arm. Jason bracketed your hips and lifted you easily, letting your toned legs wrap around his waist. His lips moulded to yours, kissing you deeply. He could faintly taste himself on your tongue, the bitter arousal sparking through his body.

———

He carried you with ease through your apartment, occasionally banging into things along the way.

“Second d-door”, you moaned loudly when he bit your shoulder, “on the-the right”.

When you finally made it into your bedroom, after several stops along the way with Jason shoving you into the nearest wall, he dropped you down onto the bed.

You inched up the bedding slowly, watching him with hooded eyes as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. You made no show of hiding how much you admired his finely sculpted body. You licked your lips as his muscles flexed when he knelt onto the bed, grabbing one of your ankles.

“You’re wearing too many clothes”, he complained as his fingers travelled up your bare leg before finally reaching the hem of the dress.

“What are you going to do-”, the tear of fabric was loud in the room, Jason’s face was knitted with desire.

“Jason!!”, you scolded loudly as he continued to rip the flimsy material off your body, leaving you bare beneath him in a skimpy lace thong. You watched as he threw the offending material to the floor, his predatory gaze turning back to you.

“Get on your knees”, he commanded, ignoring your protests about your once beautiful dress, “Now”.

You wanted to argue, but the twisting coil in the pit of your stomach made you comply readily. You saw his pleased smirk before you rested your head against your forearms, pressing your ass and core to him.

He whistled appreciatively, slapping his hand over one of your cheeks. You moaned wantonly, muffling your cries into the flesh of your arm.

“Don’t you dare”, he growled and spanked you harder, your skin becoming hot and prickly, “I want to hear every sound you make”.

The thong you had on framed your ass perfectly, barely covering your glistening pussy. He smoothed two fingers through your silken core, sinking them into you slowly. Jason grunted when your walls tried to pull him further.

He removed his hand and spread your wetness along the back of your thigh, pushing your thong to the side. You whined in protest at the loss of sensation and pushed back. Jason gripped your hips tightly, halting your movement, “Tell me what you want princess”.

Heat crept over your flushed skin as he teased you, the tip of his cock sweeping through your sopping folds. You ignored his question and circled your hips, mewling his name.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back forcefully, teeth grazing the sensitive spot on your neck, “I said, tell me what you want”.

“Your cock”, your moans were depraved as you felt the overload of euphoria thrumming through your veins, “I want you to fuck me”.

Jason kissed the spot behind your ear, sucking a mark there before muttering, “Where are your manners princess?”.

You dug your nails into the sheets below in frustration before panting desperately, “Please Sir, please fuck me”.

He chuckled darkly behind you, tugging your hair again, before sinking his cock into your pussy fully. You cried out at the delicious sting as he stretched your walls with his thick girth.

Jason gave you no time to adjust before slamming his hips back into yours harshly, keeping your hair wound around his fist as he thrust into you.

The air was filled with the sounds of your debauched moans and his skin slapping into yours. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your first orgasm hit you without any warning.

Jason cursed behind you as your velvet walls spasmed around his cock, pulling him deeper. His thrusts became shallow as he drove harder into you, working you through your climax.

Changing the angle of his thrusts, the head of his shaft slammed against your g spot repeatedly as he ploughed faster into your pussy. You sobbed his name into the bed sheets, gripping them tightly. You were certain your nails were going to rip through the fabric.

“That’s it princess”, he coaxed, tugging your hair back, “I know you’ve got another one for me”. He snaked his hand around your front, rubbing over your clit furiously.

“Jason!”, you cried his name loudly, vision going blank as he fucked you into another powerful climax. You felt his cock throbbing inside you as he fell into his own release, emptying himself in your tight core.

“Fuck!”, he rasped, releasing your hair and holding onto your hips as his thrusts slowed down to a complete still.

Pulling out of you, he groaned under his breath as he saw some of his seed drip down your folds. You collapsed down onto the bed, flat on your front, fighting to catch your breath. Jason dropped down next to you, relaxing on his back, his own chest heaving with deep pants.

You hadn’t been fucked like that in a long time. If ever. With the last of your energy, you rolled onto your side, a sly grin on your face, “Got time for another?”. Your fingers stroked down the grooves of his abs, following the dark trail of hair.

Jason grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, nipping at the pulse on your wrist, “Definitely”.

He pulled you on top of him, his hands moving up to cup your breasts as your lips danced together again, drinking in each other. You knew he would only be here for the night but, you’d be damned if you weren’t going to make the most of it.

***

[vikinglanguage]

9 number things you might not know as a foreign speaker of Danish

This is a mishmash of both cultural things and linguistic things. The idea for this post appeared in my head at 3 am so bear with me. As for the lack of links, I am adding them in a reblog to try to avoid tumblr nerfing my post.

1) Quarters – how to measure time In Denmark, we love measuring time in quarters of an hour. We love it so much we don't care about specifying the kind of quarter, it's just kvarter (itk.). Generally, we tend to use kvarter mostly just when speaking about 15 or 45 minutes, but it does go further than that. So here's a quick guide on how to tell time other than just doing as you would in English:

15 minutes – et kvarter 30 minutes – en halv time 45 minutes – tre kvarter 75 minutes/1h 15m – en time og et kvarter · fem kvarter 90 minutes/1h 30m – halvanden time (see 2) 105 minutes/1h 45m – en time og tre kvarter

and so forth, if you care to. Using fem kvarter is uncommon but acceptable, but never go further than that using just quarters of an hour. I would say that once you pass 2 hrs, I most commonly hear people starting to just count hours and minutes as you would in English.

2) Halvanden – half second An archaic way of saying 'one and a half' that just stuck for some reason. This is the preferred way to say 'one and a half ' for most people. No, this is not a joke.

Halvanden, 'half second' means halfway between one and two. Until quite recently (we're talking less than a century) halvtredje (2.5), halvfjerde (3.5), etc. were also in common use, but they have disappeared so rapidly that most current speakers will have absolutely no idea what the hell you're talking about. However, the ghosts of this way of counting live on in the numbers halvtreds (50), halvfjerds (70), and halvfems (90). You can read more about that in my old post about Danish numbers (see reblogs).

3) Week 42 We use week numbers! Week 1 is the first week in the new year to contain a Thursday, as we count weeks as Monday through Sunday. You don't necessarily need to know what week it is all the time, but a lot of adults use weeks in place of specific dates. I am forever thankful to ugenr.dk (you just type in a date and it tells you what week it is in or vice versa).

Important weeks are:

Week 7/8 – winter break for kids in primary and secondary school (not to be confused with Christmas break). It varies depending on municipality whether it's week 7 or 8. Lots of people go skiing these weeks.

Week 26 through 31 – summer break is usually during these weeks. All students in primary and secondary school, as well as university students and students doing professional bachelor's degrees and the like have these weeks off from school.

Week 42 – arguably the most important week. All students mentioned above have this week off from school. It's autumn break and it's ALWAYS week 42 and JUST week 42. Originally, it was to allow students in rural areas help their parents harvest potatoes (a nickname for autumn break is kartoffelferien 'the potato break'), and we just kept it.

4) DD-MM-(YY)YY If you write dates as MM-DD people will think you're a lunatic. Don't, unless you're specifically talking about 9/11, colloquially referred to as just 9/11 (nine-eleven, as you would say it in English).

5) 00:00 Denmark, like a lot of other European countries, uses 24hr clocks. Obviously, analogue clocks and watches are common, and it's perfectly ok to say stuff like klokken fire om eftermiddagen 'four o'clock in the afternoon' or klokken otte om aftenen 'eight o'clock in the evening', but you are expected to just know that 21:00 is the same as 9 PM. You can also say klokken toogtyve 'twenty-two o'clock', and it's quite normal to ask for clarification of whether people are talking AM or PM by saying stuff like klokken elleve eller klokken treogtyve? 'eleven o'clock or twenty-three o'clock?'. You cannot use AM and PM when speaking or writing Danish. The day begins at midnight; 00:00.

Don't worry yourself too much over this. Everyone occasionally forgets that 19:00 is in fact 7 o'clock and not 9 o'clock.

6) Halv to – half one When you're measuring half hours in Danish, you're always measuring towards the next whole number. It's never half past, it's always half to. As such, half (past) one is halv to 'half two' in Danish.

7) Grades (years) This is an ultra quick rundown of the Danish school system. School is mandatory for 10 years and homeschooling is allowed. This covers primary and lower secondary school.

Most people start school the year they turn 6. My birthday is in April, so I was 6 when I stated school, my sister's birthday is in September, so she was 5.

The mandatory grades are as follows. The ages are all possibly ages of a child attending that grade (not accounting for starting school early or late):

Indskolingen, grades 0-3 0. klasse/børnehaveklasse - 5-7 yo 1. klasse – 6-8 yo 2. klasse – 7-9 yo 3. klasse – 8-10 yo

Mellemtrinnet, grades 4-6 4. klasse – 9-11 yo 5. klasse – 10-12 yo 6. klasse – 11-13 yo

Overbygningen/udskolingen, grades 7-9 7. klasse – 12-14 yo 8. klasse - 13-15 yo 9. klasse - 14-16 yo

Some may choose to do 10. klasse, if they feel like they need more schooling or maybe if they're attending an efterskole.

Once they've finished their mandatory schooling, a lot of Danes choose to attend upper secondary school. You can do it in 3 years (stx, hhx, htx, and eux) or 2 years (hf, 2-årigt studenterkursus). Special circumstances like being an elite level athlete or attending MGK (preparation for attending a music conservatoire) may lead to people spending 4 years in upper secondary. Hf often sees a lot of adult students.

Gymnasium/HF, the grades are said as [ordinal number, letter(s)] 1.g (15-17 yo)/1.hf 2.g (16-18 yo)/2.hf 3.g (17-19 yo)

8) Grades (performance)

Danish schools have a 7-grade system. It's called 7-trinskalaen, and each grade corresponds to an ECTS grade (in fact, it's specifically designed for compatibility, and a lot of people above the age of 30 miss the old scale). Generally, students don't get grades until 7th grade. The grades are:

12 – A 10 – B 7 – C 4 – D 02 – E 00 – Fx -3 – F

If you are not familiar with the ECTS system, E, Danish 02, is the lowest passing grade. The intention behind the 0's in 02 and 00 is to make it impossible for the students to "change" their grade by just adding 1 in front of the grade, but the 0's are in fact also said out loud.

9) Ordinal numbers

Ordinal numbers are written as a number followed by a full stop. You do not capitalise the first letter of any word following the full stop (see 7) even though MS Word will try to convince you it's the right thing to do.

You can read a lot more about numbers on the Danish numbers post (again, in a reblog), but the basics that might not be covered by formal learning materials are:

nulte zeroth. This literally only exists for 0. klasse and for numbers to the zeroth power. fyrretyvende/fyrrende* – fortieth halvtredsindstyvende/halvtredsende* – fiftieth tresindstyvende/tressende* – sixtieth halvfjerdsindstyvende/halvfjerdsende* – seventieth firsindstyvende/firsende* – eightieth halvfemsindstyvende/halvfemsende* – ninetieth

The forms marked with an asterisk are largely informal spoken language to the degree that they are even considered wrong by some. Generally, they are accepted as the standard forms among the younger generations, but be careful when talking to people above the age of ~45.

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So :).

I love these studyblr 100 days of productivity challenges, BUT I don't have enough motivation and self-discipline to do them, and I also don't want to fail them, because failure is extremely demotivating for me. So I came up with my own studyblr challenge. I'm gonna do 5 days of productivity. If I can do that, then I'll do 10 days, then 20, 50, and then finally 100. We'll see if I'm able to do that.

So starting tomorrow, I'm doing my own 5 days of productivity challenge :).

I also decided to give a more detailed description of my day here on Tumblr every evening.

Also, I set my screentime for Tiktok as 1 h 30 min, my overall screentime as 7 hrs, and my bedtime for 22.

I was originally planning to create a budget or something for sweets and treats I buy, but that would be too much changes for me, and also, I don't really have that big of a spending problem, so I'll deal with that later.

That's probably all I wanted to say, thank you for reading!

Holy shit I just wrote the same amount of words in ten minutes as I did during my 45 minute English essay

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https://www.tumblr.com/fuck-customers/740474153557164032/this-is-totally-a-dick-move-but-im-doing-it?source=share

I wanted to address a reply I saw on this post that I submitted. (I prefer to stay anonymous on the off-chance that someone could figure out who I am from my blog. The chance is EXTREMELY small, but if you read the original ask, you'll understand my concern)

Someone responded, saying that (I'm paraphrasing) by leaving negative reviews, I'm causing corporate to cut hours to my location even more and this is hurting me and I should instead leave fake positive reviews.

Ok I GET where you're coming from, I do, and I'm sure others have had that same thought. HOWEVER, as I said in my original post, I. WANT. THAT. STORE. TO BURN. I said in my original post that I've worked there several years (actually 4+ years more than any other employee at my particular location) and I've gotten shit on left and right. By the company, by management, and by customers and while I am looking for another job, it would make me SO happy to watch that shithole burn.

In the time I've worked there:

-My hours are always the first to be cut whenever "budget cuts" come around

-I regularly get scheduled closing shift when the other shifts CLEARLY have not done their tasks (as in I clocked in less than a minute ago and my manager can clearly see that the amount of work left could not physically be made in 1 minute) yet the manager is on my ass every few seconds to clean up after all of them and if my shift ends and I cannot finish, I get a talking to.

-I have been physically shoved by a manager and berated in front of coworkers and customers and that + the already stressful day I was having made me hide in the bathroom and cry. Then a few days later, another manager who wasn't even there that day heard about the incident (not the crying part-I hid) and made fun of me for a small mistake and said that I deserved the other manager yelling at me

-I spent my first year covering every single shift whenever asked and cross-trained myself so I could work in all departments and get more hours that way (🤡) only to be repaid by never getting promotions or raises (I did stop covering shifts after it was blatantly obvious that I would not get a raise/promotion/anything but taken advantage of)

-I worked the entire pandemic every day, almost to full-time, yet they refused to actually make me full-time, scheduling me just under (30-35 hours) so I was essentially working full-time hours without being able to get full-time benefits.

-An SM that worked there for a year apparently was threatened by me (though in no way was I after her job, I even repeatedly expressed that I had no interest in becoming management) and proceeded to fabricate an entire false story and reported it to HR as an EEOC issue in an attempt to get me fired

-Plus the multiple leads that have come and go that either treat all employees like dogshit and/or me, specifically. Talking down to me/us and snapping at me/us.

-Not to mention the disrespectful customers who see that I appear young and automatically assume I am stupid and/or incompetent, the most memorable experience being the old man who straight up asked me if I had brain damage and the (separate) old woman who straight up asked me if I was stupid and then immediately flat-out called me stupid to my face 10 seconds later.

PLUS: the store has been extremely noticeably not managed. We don't get enough hours to actually clean the store up and when I personally tried to start some cleanup projects on my own, I was actively discouraged and scolded by management. The place is a mess and actual customers have complained to me personally and other employees that I've witnessed about how shitty the store looks and how shitty the shopping experience is, so odds are, real customers are making the same reviews. I'm just filling in for those who lost their receipts.

ALSO: In the years I've worked there, I have seen several positive reviews from real customers, in fact the store used to have almost exclusively positive reviews, yet I never once saw any rewards from that. I even had customers personally go up to my manager and tell him how helpful and nice I was, blah, blah, blah and he came back and told me what the customers said and never once rewarded me and instead cut my hours when budget cuts came around.

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[kanmom51]

JK live 5 August 1:41 am KST

Part 2

*cr./To the creators of the media used in this post.

For those who missed out on part 1:

Before I start with part 2, brace yourselves. This one is packed with clips that are a MUST to see. Seriously. This was such a long live but it was so enjoyable because of JK's hyper mood at start and his adorable quirkiness throughout the whole live. It was a pleasure to watch and this post has a few lovely moments from the second half of the live. My suggestion is do take your time and watch the clips. I can assure you, you will not regret it.

Did we call part 2 Makguksu blues?

We sure did.

And this, my friends, is why.

JK, right through the second half of this live, is dreaming of eating his dish. Stopping from some music at times, or singing, or pondering, but mainly dreaming of eating. Man is hungry. Stomach growling hungry.

So, at the point we left him he's telling us again that he wants to eat.

And he's really struggling. So much so he's imagining himself making the dish.

First hour obsessing over messing up at the concert.

Next hour (well overlapping too) contemplating and obsessing over making himself something to eat.

Tries to move on with music, going to the bathroom and to refill his drink.

Talking/singing in the background. - a JK usual.

When he comes back he seems a little pensive again.  Nodding head once in a while.

Opens up one of his Spotify gifts – the mic he got, trying to figure out how to connect it.  He puts it away to charge a little.

WE have a few relatively quiet minutes. He’s thinking, not talking.  Music playing, he’s on his laptop, mood kind of feels like it’s a little heavier than before, even if before he was hard on himself most of it was vocal and done with a smile.  Now he becomes more pensive.

Singing to Malibu nights by Lany.  He knows the lyrics off by heart!!

So, remember this?

And this?

And quite the coincidence... song playing at 1:18 hr. of the live. Now that WAS a coincidence. But funny how the universe seems to always align for them, eh?

He asks us if we know a playlist called Life sucks. 

Malibu nights is on that playlist as well.

Definitely in a mood.

It could also be the adrenaline rush just winding down as well... Probably the combination of both.

Convinced himself to eat later in the day (says tomorrow, but it is already tomorrow, lol).

After a few minutes he’s back to reading comments, reads a comment asking for him to play Winter bear, he’s looking for it and then plays it.

And he starts to interact with the comments again.  Someone tells him their grandmother said he’s so beautiful and he smiles and says thank you, bowing as well.

Asks if he should watch some covers of Seven – good decision to lighten his mood.

So now he’s vibing to Seven. 

And he starts adlibbing – his fave thing to do and something he’s great at (mostly) – and it's about the concert again, lol.

So yeah, still not over it.  Lol.

Ok, and he does this:

Ahhhha, literally.🤣🤣

Doing the Seven cover is good for him. It does lift his mood slightly.

JK again looking at comments around 10 minutes in to listening to seven, and of course,

What in the actual fuck? Again bloody Ian in the comments. And again JK, not amused saying:

JK is literally like :

And with these fans you know:

Goes back to the music. 

Back to the adlibbing for food. Man is damn hungry.

And he's back to the comments.  Asked if he likes cupcakes, says he doesn’t really eat them much, but he tries to say it in English. 

You can see he is really trying with the English. Making the effort!

Comment: Would you like to collaborate with latino artist?

JK: Idk. Didn’t think about it (answers in English again).

JK: Should I go to sleep, I want to go to sleep now.  But then he tells us that if he ends the live now he’ll go make himself makguksu and that’s why he isn’t turning the live off, lol.

I want to eat makguksu so much, giggling.  That’s why he isn’t ending the live.

And did he just say DAYMN?  Like with the accent and all? Lol.

And now telling this to us in English. Because this is the vital piece of information that EVERYONE needs to know. HE WANTS TO EAT MAKGUKSU!!!

Ok, so this is hilarious.  He says, in English I’m HANGRY.  I’m assuming he meant hungry, and that was the translation, but could he have actually meant hangry?  Lol. I mean, with the level of frustration being so DAYMN ravenous, perhaps he is already HANGRY. LMAO.

Ok, so as I was writing these lines, well more like half an hour after (but who's counting?), RM had his live and among other very interesting things he shared with us, he happened to drop this little tidbit:

Is Joon telling us he's the one giving JK English lessons?

I mean, it would make perfect sense.

And explain JK's use of slang words rather than a cleaner English. Words like cause and daymn and hangry.

And if we are already on the subject, do we remember who was also getting English lessons at the surprisingly and very coincidental time as JK?

Let me jog your memory.

A certain someone who happens to live in the same complex that Joon lives in. A certain someone that told us he's getting lessons in English as well. At night. Kind of when JK was getting his. Ooh, coincidences galore.

I wonder if they all sit together in JM's lounge drinking and trying to have conversations in English. Or perhaps drinking and watching Friends without the translations.

Guess it's time to move on...

Next he listens/watches to Boynextdoor cover of seven.

Thinks they are cute and then shows us the signed album he received from them. See? That shelf was his signed debut albums.

He wants to go eat makguksu, again, he needs to go, he is a real soldier hanging on not giving in.

At this point, around the 2 hour mark he’s really had enough, he wants to end the live (has been wanting to end the live for several minutes already), go wash up, but then says he’ll listen to another couple covers.

He tells us he likes the covers that also rearrange the track.

JK: I want to go eat, but I really can’t eat. 

So for the next 20 minutes it’s all about he has to go to sleep and we have to go to sleep, but then he needs to sing with the spotify mic.

Ok, so his reaction with this mic was bloody hilarious. He kept getting a fright from it, and his reactions priceless.

First when turning it on.

🤣

Now that he has the mic it’s like he gets a new wind and he starts another round of karaoke.

He wants to seeing a calm song.  Easy song.

Enjoys making gluk gluk sounds with the mic. Asmr, he loves it, lol.

Sings All of my life – a song he is already familiar with.  He sings it karaoke, quite differently than his cover 5 years ago. 

But before, he needs to go find the lyrics.

This song meant a lot to him back in 2018.  I feel like it’s still emotional, but much has happened since, water under the bridge.  He even sings the last verse, the one about the breakup. The one he made sure not to sing back then. 

He shares with us that he had issue hearing the key (in the song) and that his ears are off since catching the cold.

He then sings Sofa, brings the speaker up closer to hear it better. 

Watch the clip!! This time JK gets a fright from the speaker. His reactions. He is absolutely adorable. Precious.

We are adlibbing again.

And then it’s really time to end.

It’s just “it’s really time to sleep now.”  “bye” and he’s off.  Well, not before he once again has a jump scare from his mic.

And then good night and good morning and bye and he’s gone.

Can’t help wonder if he gave in and went to make himself to eat or went to bed, lol.

So, there we have it,

Almost 2 and a half hour live.

First half – upset about messing up at the concert.

Second half – I want to eat makguksu.

Lots of adlibbing, all about messing up at the concert and wanting to eat makguksu.

That's pretty much it.

Oh, and how could I forget?

I’m done gaming, noo more gaming, no more gaming room, I dismantled it all, and not even doing the live in that room to make sure you understand I am no longer gaming. PERIOT.

Wait, you think that's the end of it?

Hell no.

After JK turned off his Weverse live, the man, who told us he's going to bed, was suddenly curious and decided to go live on TikTok. Again.

This bellow being a link to his first live a couple days back:

And now, after disabling the gift option (and making a point of telling us so in this last live):

Yep, now I'm done!

Woohoo!!!

All up to date on JK's lives.

I'm ready for more lives JK.... Bring them on...

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I'm Sorry

Hey everyone! Sorry, this took longer than expected. Anyways... I got this idea from watching Infinity War, then it went onto the Civil War.

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Nigeria

You sat in the quinjet while Natasha flew the Tired, you desperately needed a hot shower. You let your head lean back, and that’s when you feel your sore muscles. You knew you would get bruising on your right rib where Rumlow sidekicked you, and you had a large cut on your left side. You tried to move, but the pain kicked in, and you moaned.

“Whoa, there, sweetheart.” You heard that familiar voice. You tried again, and the man sighed.

“Honey, you’re bleeding. Come on, let me take care- “

“Steve, it’s fine. We are- “

“Y/N, we have 2 hrs.” You heard Natasha say. 

You rolled your eyes, “Natasha, I hate you!”

“Steve- “

“Doll, come on. If you behave-“ Steve said, looking into your eyes. His lips were inches from yours, and you bit the bottom of your lip. He gave you that cheeky smile that you always loved.

“All right.” You said, reached towards him and kissed his lips.

**

You woke suddenly and went to turn on the lights in the room. You then turned next to you, thinking that Steve would be there, but he wasn’t. Your heart sank, and you placed your hand against his cold empty pillow. Each time you looked; it always breaks your heart.

You fought for him to stay for you and for your growing family. But he didn’t listen and wanted you to come with him. You couldn’t because you had a baby that was due anytime. You placed your hand onto your stomach that was now eight and half months along with your baby girl. Sighing, you got up and headed to the kitchen in your apartment at the compound. Turning on the lights, you yawned and went to look in the fridge.

But as you looked into the fridge, you didn’t want anything. What you wanted was something salty like McDonald’s French Fries, Strawberry Milkshake, and Double Cheeseburger. You closed the fridge and laughed at the thought of Steve. He would never allow you to go out this late when it was 1:30 in the morning.

Friday?

Yes, Mrs. Rogers?

Is Natasha awake?

Yes, would you like me to call her for you?

Yes, please.

You heard the phone ring a few times, then a few f bombs which made you laugh.

Y/N: Did I wake you?

Nat: No, just sitting around. Is everything okay?

Y/N: I’m fine. But I have-uh-a craving.

You heard her giggle, and you had to laugh.

Nat: Really, and you need a ride?

Y/N: Yes, I want McDonald’s.

Nat: All right, I’ll be there in a few minutes.

You changed and just put on a sweater, with some socks and slippers. You didn’t care how you looked and headed out of the door. You met Nat at the elevators and headed to your car.

**

Both phones rang, waking the both of you. You moaned and Steve unhooked himself from you. Both of you reached to the side to retrieve your devices. It was late at night, and you wondered why Tony had called you or Steve at this hour.

Emergency Meeting.

It was all you read before Steve had gotten up, and then you got up. Reaching for your sweater, you placed it on and went to the bathroom, washing the sleep off your face. You walked out and met Steve at the front of the door. The moment the both of you went to the main floor, you saw Ross standing in the corner and talking to Stark. You knew what this was going towards.

“Ross, this better be good. Otherwise, I’m walking out.”

“Doll?” You heard Steve as you turned to see him giving you a stern look. You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to the front, where Stark handed out a giant stack of papers. You took the stack of papers and looked at the front of the page.

Sokovia Accords

Ross started talking, and you looked over at the screen in front of you. As Ross spoke, you began to lose your concentration. Everything seemed to be blah, blah, blah. Your eyes were getting heavy, and your head was falling forward. Then you felt a hand behind your neck and held you up. Your eyes shot open, and you turned to see Steve. He gave you a concerned look, and you just shrugged it off.

Ross’s voice becomes a nail in the chalkboard the more you listen. All you could do to get out of him was the mission. But something had caught your attention.

The disassembly of the team.

All you can hear was Rowdy arguing with Sam and Nat, trying to reason with the two. Your husband is sitting in the middle, looking over the booklet. Wanda sat there wondering about her fate. You listened to both sides. You didn’t want to have the team disassemble, and your only way was to sign the Accords. You knew it would hurt Steve because you knew what he was thinking. You can sense it in him.

“Who put the garbage in the sink?” You heard Tony say. Your attention went to him as he stood behind the counter.

The TV went on, and a photo of a boy came on.

“Anyone want some coffee?” You heard.

The moment the coffee bag was opened, you felt your stomach turn. The smell of the coffee made your stomach turn. The aroma of sweet Hazelnut usually was your favorite. But it smelt like rotting, moldy grinds. You tried to hold it in, but it was coming fast. You quickly excused yourself and rushed out to the nearest bathroom. But that didn’t work, and all you saw was a trashcan in the hallway.

It was then you felt a hand behind your neck. You looked to the side and saw that it was Wanda. She helped you up and handed you a bottle of water. When you looked into her eyes, you knew that she knew something.

“How many months?” You asked. Wanda smiled and took your hand into hers.

“You’re eight weeks along.” You looked at her funny.

“But that’s impossible, I was just on a mission.”

“Honey, don’t you forget, your husband has the serum. Your baby has protection.”

“But-“

You were cut off when the look on Wanda’s face changed. You frowned, and she gave you a look.

“Y/N, let’s get back to the others,” Wanda said as she placed her arm around your shoulder and led you back to the group. By the time you returned to the group, Steve was missing. Nat gave you a look, and you just smiled.

“Steve had a phone call and walked out,” Nat said before you could sit down. You sighed, headed out the door, and went down the emergency exit stairways. You saw him leaning next to the railing and talking to someone. You then walked down, and Steve looked up at you. He excused himself over the phone and turned his attention to you.

“Is everything all right?” Steve asked you, looking at you with his concerned eyes.

“I’m fine, but who were you talking to?” You asked, crossing your arms against your chest.

“Sharon. Peggy passed away this morning. I’m fly-“

“Oh no, you’re not.” You interrupted.

Steve looked at you, annoyed.

“WHAT do you mean? Peggy has been-“

“Steve, that’s the past, and she moved on.”

Steve rolled his eyes and sighed.

“But she’s a friend, and I have to be there to support her!” Steve yelled. You glared at him and let out an annoyed sigh.

“Yeah, and because Sharon is there. Fine, if you want to go, then go. But I won’t be there.” You said and walked away. You can hear Steve call out for you but walk away. You didn’t want to bother returning to the meeting because you had words about it.

One Week Later

You woke up knowing Steve hadn’t returned and had already left for London. You didn’t care apart from you, but the other part wished he didn’t go. Natasha had gone to Geneva for the Accords, and you’re sitting in the medical ward, lying in one of the rooms. Dr. Choi was setting up the machine to give you a scan.

“Okay, let’s see here.” Dr. Choi said as she ran the wand around your belly. It only took a second to see your little bean on the screen.

“How is that possible, Dr. Choi? I was on a high-profile mission-“

“Honey, you forget that your husband has the serum. Your baby has part of his genes.” Dr. Choi said, taking the probe away from your stomach and turning on the lights.

Before you could respond, there was a large commotion in the hallway. You quickly covered yourself, and you both left the room to see everyone looking towards a tv screen.

“A bomb exploded during the meeting of the Accords. But it’s been proven to have been set by the lone soldier Bucky Barnes.”

“Goddammit!” You muttered to yourself as you turned and began to walk out of the medical Bay.

Later that evening, you were sitting on the living room couch, watching TV, when your phone buzzed. You ignored it for the first time, and it kept ringing and ringing. You reached over to see Ross's number. Rolling your eyes, you pressed the green button.

Y/N: What is it, Ross?

Ross: Good Evening, Y/N. Just letting you know that I’ve had Steve arrested for trying to escape with Barns. We are-

You sat up and groaned.

Y/N: Fuck, where is he now?

You sighed, and you rushed to the bedroom and got ready.

“He’s being transported to the CIA Headquarters in Berlin.”

You then hung up, went to get your passport and purse, and headed out.

**

Steve and Sam walked down the hallway of the CIA headquarters. Bucky was wheeled into a secluded area of the building. As they walked, Nat was on the phone, nodded, and sighed. She turned to Steve, who gave him a look, and Nat hung up.

“When we get to the meeting room, Stark needs to see you,” Nat said.

“Okay and what else?” Steve asked.

“Well, both of your uniforms are now government property,” Nat mentioned. Sam and Steve both rolled their eyes. Steven then stopped, and Nat sighed.

“I must go, but your wife is on her way. She will be here soon, “ Nat said and left. Steve stared as she walked away and Sam patted his shoulder from behind him.

“Nice knowing you.”

 The sounds of Louboutins echoed down the hallway. You were fuming with anger, and your hands were balled up into tight fists. Steve then looked towards you, and his posture straightened. You looked at Steve briefly and then went to the private meeting room. The two of you went in, and you slammed the door. Steve leaned against the table, and you stood in front of him.

“STEVE-“

“Honey, I know why-“

“Why what? That I’m mad  because you almost caused a war?”

“We have done this MANY times, honey!”

“OH, don’t give me that, Steve! You know very well that this is personal! You did this-“

“I did it because he’s my best-“

“Yeah, he’s your best friend, Steve, but he’s a criminal. Steve, he blew up the United Nations!”

Steve groaned and sighed.

“He didn’t do that, Y/N! I know him, and he didn’t do it. There’s still that Bucky I know!” Steve yelled.

“Steve-“ Was all you could say before the lights in the room went out, and the emergency lights went on. You both looked at the monitors in the private meeting room to see that Bucky had escaped his holding cell and beat up the guard in front of him. Then screaming, and people started to panic.

The door to the room burst open, and Sam and Nat appeared. Without warning, Steve went over to Sam and walked out.

“All right then, Steve, just walk out on me again! Don’t you forget that I’m your WIFE!”

Steve ignored her and the door closed. Once the door closed, your heart sank. You were mad, but somehow Steve didn’t care about you then.

“He doesn’t know yet, does he?” Nat asked. You looked straight into Nat’s eyes and frowned.

“Wait-what?” You asked. Natasha sighed and placed her hand on your shoulders.

“The vomit the other day, and you’re glowing,” Natasha said. You sighed and gave a slight smile.

“It’s that obvious?” You speak.

You strolled as you made your way down the hallway. You made sure that the area was cleared. Each room had either an unconscious body or a dead body. But as you entered the bottom floor, Bucky was down there with Sharon and Nat. You ran down the stairs and placed your gun behind you. But he had run out to the rooftop by the time you got to him.

“GO!” You heard Nat yell, and you ran for it.

Running up the stairs, you can hear your husband and the sound of the helicopter running. You pushed yourself to the top and burst the door open. You saw Steve at the edge of the roof, trying to get the helicopter to go down. But it wasn’t working, and it was tipping downwards.

“STEVE!” You yelled as you ran towards him. But it was too late, and he went down.

**

9 Months Later

Steve quietly bypassed the security and entered the compound. Once securely outside the building, Steve headed towards their apartment buildings. Steve sighed as he looked up towards the large building and sighed. It's been a year since he has seen you. While he was away, you were all he could think of. Your scent, everything around him, reminded him of you. He gave you a burner phone so that he could contact you. But when he would call, it would take less than a minute, and you would have to leave. He understood for he was the one that pushed you away from him since the start of all this mess. He had put his priorities on Bucky first and mainly on Peggy. 

By the time he had made it to the eighth floor, Steve had found the window and bypassed outside security. He then quietly walked in and closed the window behind him. Steve then turned to see you. You lay peacefully on the bed, sleeping. His heart was at ease. He was about to undress and lay next to you when he heard a small cry from the corner of the room. Frowning, Steve turned to see a crib. He then walked over to see a tiny human crying. It didn’t take long for him to put two and two together. Steve snapped out of his thoughts and went to pick up the little baby. He placed her down onto his shoulders and headed into the main kitchen. 

Once Steve entered the kitchen, he turned on the lights to see a bottle ready inside the dispenser for the powdered milk and warm water. 

**

You woke suddenly and turned on the lights in the bedroom. You knew something was off, and you went to grab your gun from under the bed. Then you went to Sarah’s crib and saw she wasn’t there. Mother mode came in, and you ran out the door. As you ran out of the bedroom, you saw the kitchen lights on and towards the lights. You drew your gun and slowly walked towards the kitchen. 

“Who are you?!” You yelled. The man then turned around, and that’s when your heart dropped, and you dropped your gun.

[cnovelartreblogs]

with tumblr dying, do you know of any open discord communities for danmei and cnovels?

Hey hey!

The only public fandom server I'm part of for Chinese media (...virtually the only public fandom server I'm in at all, and my personal main hang-out spot on Discord...) is @merinnan et al's Daomu Biji server.

It's the nicest, chillest, most welcoming public fandom server I've ever been in - not that we haven't had our moments of drama, but they've been rare, and I've always felt comfortable there - and I've made a lot of friends too. That said, if you're not into DMBJ and/or as obsessed with Zhu Yilong as I am, I can't imagine it'd be a great fit.

Also, so - I'm @unforth, and my day job is that I own and operate an indie micropress, Duck Prints Press, that publishes original work by fanartists and fanauthors. As part of that, I and the staff involved with that run a "Book Lover's" Discord server. While it's sort of a combo "about the Press" and "about all queer books" and "about whatever we feel like talking about" server, we do end up talking about danmei a fair amount because multiple of the people involved in the Press, including obviously me, are into that kind of thing. Like we do a weekly chat on Wednesday about what we're reading and yesterday's was like, "here's one mlm YA book! here's a thriller in Dutch! here's the Yuri manga I just read! And here are the eighteen bajillion things we're all currently reading on Bilibili oh and I started Poyun." You're certainly welcome to join us. What we talk about there really boils down to what the people who are there want to talk about, ya know?

About a million years ago, I started building a cnovelartreblogs Discord server myself, but I've been so frackin busy the last couple years that I've never managed to finish setting it up the way I'd like. That said, it's got penciled in rules and channels for some of the more popular cnovel fandoms (mostly danmei, tho there is a Please Don't Laugh section). If I could get help moderating it, I could open it.

I just really don't have the ability to do it myself anymore, my days right now are like:

wake up

scroll tumblr and do upkeep on the art side blogs (while sitting with my kids and helping them get ready for the day) (1.5 hrs or so)

study Chinese (while sitting with my kids and helping them get ready for the day (.5 hrs, tho I wish it was more, if I can manage more than 30 minutes then I can actually try reading a real damn book but I only have the time maybe once or twice a month)

work (7 to 8 hours on weekdays, often more on the weekends, bonus if my kids are around and my wife is at work, such as tomorrow)

try to be a good mom (all the hours)

errands, chores, kid after school activities, etc. (1 to 3 hours a day)

read while snuggling kids on the couch and trying to ignore the tv (an hour if I'm lucky)

sleep (8ish hours, I hope)

there's just no wiggle room left for me to do any extra fandom stuff right now, sigh.

(sorry to whine about that part. it's not relevant. I just got my covid booster yesterday and I feel terrible today so I'm feeling sorry for myself. it's truly not a bad life overall I'm just perpetually exhausted)

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

FREE TAROT READINGS - 10 PEOPLE ONLY. First ten people get a reading with me !

Im feeling really charitable around the holidays and bringing forth my gifts in helping everyone who is looking for a pick me up.

My angels are guiding me to this side of light <3 I've been a tarot reading for almost 9 years and put things to a holt for a long time.

However the gift never went away, i just know its divine timing. And i want people to see themselves, their spark, their goals, their dreams etc. It gives me purpose, and i want to do the same for others.

Because its such a high demand for tarot readings I've decided to do my first ten for free ! Then later if it calls for it, i will do more. The difference it wont be a long time. As my readings do go to 30-1 hr.

Im spacing out how many i do each week. So I have slots available.

First picks are. (all times are pacific btw)

Friday (12/22)at 1:30 PM

Tuesday (12/26) 7:30 PM

Wednesday (12/27) 1 - 5 PM it doesn't matter just talk to me

Thursday (12/28) 4 PM

Saturday (12/30) 5: 30 PM

Tuesday (1/2) new year!!! 6:30 PM

Thursday (1/4) - 12:30 PM, 1:30 PM, 2:30 PM, 5:30 PM

We can do online zoom, phone call, whatever works for you <3

My reading options are as followed:

CHART OF THE SOUL

Learn about gifts and abilities, what you're here to do in this life time.

this reading goes on for easily 30 minutes!

LOVE READINGS

Touch on love life, past life, any crushes you have we will get to the reality of them. Twinflames, soul mates, etc.

Any questions you have on love life will be answered in a 30 minute time span <3

MONEY READINGS

Having a hard time keeping money? Spirit guides want you to know its time for more money, but wait... what does your soul need to do to get it? For some of us its easy, for others.. not so much. Join me and we will find out ways you can keep money in your pocket?

SPIRIT TEAM - What do they want from you?

A guides for what you must do to work with ancestors, spirit team, guides etc. A Path to communicate with them in a way. This is a Mediumship option. So choose if you would like !

DARK PATH, NIGHT OF THE SOUL?

Shadow self, dark energy surfacing? Need help on how to relieve this energy and weed out the worse? Work with me as i work with you. This is one of my therapy sessions so I want to work with you all if i can <3

We'll have a 5 minute singing bowl session with the singing bowl of choice <3 ( i have solar plexus, sacral, third eye, and throat)

i hope we all have an amazing holiday season <3 first to ask is the first to get one. lets go n enjoy !!!!

UPDATE: 9 left ! if you see it marked off that time is taken. Happy holidays !

[polysprachig]

I hope you haven't answered that somewhere on your blog already (if you have I do apologize for the question), but how much time do you spend learning each of your target languages?

Thanks for the question, anon!

In pre-2019 days I tried to learn multiple languages at the same time, often in a way which was stressful and wasn't suitable to my timetable. I was in love with the idea of spending 2-3 hours per day studying and allocating certain days of the week as x-language days, or establishing months where I'd only plan to read/watch series or films/listen to music in one language.

Tip: don't stress yourself out with nonsensical study checklists. They quickly become uninspiring and lose all the fun.

In 2019 I decided to go about things in a different way entirely, both shifting my focus to solidifying specific skills in my main 5 languages (English, German, French, Irish, Greek) and going from rigid/timed practice to project-based learning. Basically, I made up some silly, yet important goal (with a methodology behind it, considering I teach and assess language levels and can do the same for myself).

Ex. In 2019, I set myself the silly goal of practising my Greek in secret so that I could surprise my family when I visited them in Greece that summer. The plan: keep quiet about it and only learn while at my American grandparents' house (I was staying there overnight at the time to help them back to bed in their old age) so that my direct family wouldn't notice. The methodology: meet 2x or 3x per week for 30 minutes with my teacher, rather than 1x per week for 1 hr, as frequency is better than duration when trying to build speaking confidence at lower levels (and, I would especially argue this is true for passive bilinguals).

Given the types of projects I've worked on in my top 5 languages (and also some others which needed to join the mix to support these 5 over the past few years), I might start out intending to spend 6-8 months one main language project, but have easy access to 2 less intensive (but more long-term projects) so that I can easily go between them based on where my interests have taken me.

[deletedg1rl]

24 November 2023

ok so here's list of tasks that'll take only a few minutes:

talk about interview with that guy.

emails.

talk about relocation plans and offer letter with HR.

choose a book to start.

text that person on reddit.

message that guy.

here's a list of things that takes time:

project report of tableau.

complete the chatbot tutorial.

start a book.

start my file on at least one person.

write journal.

i am going to schedule all of this like this.

8 am to 9 am -> chatbot/bath.

9 am to 10:30 -> chatbot.

10:30 am to 11 am -> emails, talk about relocation and offer letter with HR, talk about interview with that one guy, message that guy.

11 am to 12 pm -> choose a book, look through all my resources, text that person on reddit.

1:30 pm to 2:30 -> chatbot.

2:30 pm to 4 pm -> tableau report.

5 pm to 6 pm -> read whatever book i've chosen.

7 pm to 8 pm -> write in my journal, start a file on one person.

10 pm to 11 pm -> plan tommorow.

[bi-files]

I hope none of you never have the scare I just had. Two days ago I decided that as a little treat I would go to bed really early at 7:45pm and read fanfic until bed. Unfortunately for me, that day I also decided to have terrible insomnia and was unable to go to bed until 6:30 am. In this blurry sleepy haze I read an Author's note to the gist of "Wow according to ao3 I've written a million words :)". For context, I have been snooping around a specific ao3 tag I had never read for legit 10 hrs and reading almost every single story I came across. I had been particularly enjoying this very long AU by the author which has multiple segments with each part being around 80,000 words and another couple short AUs which I had also read. I freeze in dread as ice crawls up my spine. A quick internet search reveals that 1 mil words is 2000 pgs. Had had I just read 2000 pages and not realized it? I had always been a quick read but surely not?.. I mean right? Had I been so sucked in by the writing I hadn't noticed? (There was a time in a middle school where I read for +4 hrs and didn't even notice but it's been a significant amount of time since then). Surely not?

RIGHT!?

Continue this existential crisis for at least 10 minutes...

Eventually realize the author meant 1 mil total on ao3 and not the series. Think ah well! I haven't read 2000 pages yet, so it's okay to keep reading and continue on my merry way of kudosing and occasionally commenting (usually a comment every chapter kind of person but at this point I was motoring because the plot was simply too good). I could easily check to see how much I read, but I will not because I simply do NOT want to know lol.