#this is the only ask i'll be answering today

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Best of both worlds - Paige’s daughter

💌 Syn: Paige is on “the best of both worlds” podcast during her world tour

»»— warnings: none :)

»»— notes: 🗑️😃 but only 1 more fic before i’m done trying to edit these cringy stories 🤗

»»— word count: 1k

»»— pair: paige x daughter!oc || lilah bueckers

Todays the day of filming Flaujae's podcast "the best of both worlds" hosted in Atlanta currently because of overtime Queen of the Court. Lilah is also with Paige but the time of filming the podcast, is a few minutes after her nap time starts and she can never skip naps or she'll be a very grumpy sassy 1 year old. So she's gonna sleep in the room next door and Paige & Flaujae are gonna leave the filming room door cracked so Paige can hear if she wakes up or anything.

"Alright guys now moving on, today's special guest is.....Paige Bueckers!" Flaujae introduces "hey everyone! Thank you for having me." Paige replies

"So I have some questions for you" flaujae starts, making Paige nod and say go ahead.

"What is your favorite basketball highlight of yours?"

"Ooo wait...oh I'm gonna go with when I was shooting the ball and it bounced off the rim, and then straight down in the bucket. I love that highlight"

"I saw that one! That was so dope!"

"Alright, what's your favorite basketball picture of you?"

"The one where I'm looking at the fans screaming after a basket, and there all screaming back at me. I need to get that framed!"

"Y'all heard her, get that picture framed for her" Flau says making her and Paige laugh a little and joke around for a few. "Alright who has more rizz?" Flaujae jokes "oh cmon, I'm the greatest rizzler of all time" Paige laughs making Flau also start to laugh "Alright I'll give you that. People say I'm a flirty person until I'm talking to someone I like" "your just shy or?" Paige cuts in "no it's more of just like I don't want to push it to much." Flaujae adds "oh I get that, I get that"

"You need to give me some tips." Flaujae jokingly says "alright-" Paige starts "off camera, off camera" Flaujae cuts in making Paige agree "Alright alright, a little more serious questions" Flaujae starts "you have a daughter" she adds making Paige nod "what's your favorite thing about her?"

"Ooo uhh, I honestly don't know. Uhh her love for adventure maybe? She loves going to new places, seeing new people, seeing animals she's never seen before. She loves even going on like "road-trips" to the store or gas station." Paige answered "Shes been with you for your whole "world tour" so far, right?" Flau questions "yeah.“

"What was your favorite thing to do with her on your world tour? And what was her favorite thing to do, if you know?"

"My favorite was umm oh our LA trip, we did a lot there. We went to Disneyland, Universal, a few museums, few beach trips, an aquarium vist, plus some more. Lilah's favorite was probably-" Paige stops talking as she hears Lilah walking through the hallway and calling out for her

"Mama" Lilah says, obviously looking for Paige. P takes a quick glance at Flaujae asking if she can bring Lilah in here, making Flaujae do a quick nod giving Paige her approval. "In here baby" P calls out, hearing Lilah start walking towards the filming room.

When she enters and sees Paige, she starts waddling towards P a little faster "good morning babe, how was your nap?" Paige asks, going on deaf ears as Lilah just walks closer to Paige and puts her hands on P’s thighs, a sign that she wants picked up. So Paige leans down and picks her up putting her on her thigh and Lilah immediately cuddles closer to Paige.

"I 100% have baby fever now. She's so cute omg" Flaujae says making Paige let out a chuckle "thank you" Paige says "well she's in here now so maybe she can answer your question. Lil what was your favorite thing we did so far this summer?"

She just cuddles into Paige more "cmon Lilah, I know you have favorites" P tries to convince her "ball and Disney" Lilah mumbles "she said ball and Disney, which translates to all star and Disneyland"P chuckles while rubbing Lilahs back, either to help her go back to sleep or to wake her up. Paige doesn’t really know the answer yet and she doesn’t think Lilah knows yet either

"I was gonna ask her favorite part of all star but looking at her, I don't think she wants to answer" Flaujae softly says, seeing that Lilah is trying not to fall asleep in Paige's arms right now  "she never really wants to talk after waking up, she just wants cuddles and silence to decide if she's awake for the day or not - but she said she loved meeting all the new people and seeing people she already knew again - especially loved seeing Diana, Sue, Breanna, Megan, Angel and Caitlyn, when I asked her." Flaujae nods and says  "so we can count on her to go to UConn" "I mean maybe? But I'm not gonna force her to follow my footsteps." Paige shrugs making Flau nod again "alright I'll move the subject away from your daughter, I got carried away. That's my bad"

Paige laughs a little, "Your good. I love talking about her any chance I get." Flaujae smiles at that and says "you seem like an amazing mom"

"Thank you. I try my best for her." Flaujae nods and then looks at her cards and says "alright we're gonna play a game. I'm gonna name a few of your teammates past and present, and I want you to give me one word that describes them." Paige nods still rubbing Lilahs back, and Lilahs just playing with Paige's chain now, deciding she wasn’t tired anymore.

"Kk Arnold" "goofy"

"Azzi Fudd" "consistent"

"Nika Mühl" "I have so many words to describe her....menace"

"Aaliyah Edwards" "dog"

"And last but not least, Ice Brady" "she icy"

Lilah stayed on Paige’s lap for the rest of filming, still just playing with P’s chain - and once filming was wrapped Paige took lilah to get some food before going back to the practice facility and go over plays with “team paige”

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[ameliathornromance]

Cage Fighter! Orc x Reader - Prolouge

A/N: Here it is! I've decided to kind of start the story backwards, from the very beginning of all of this 'going on the run' stuff. If there's any feedback you want to give on how you'd like to see the story go, please comment and I'll consider it when writing the next part. Enjoy the prolouge!

TWs: Orc loses a tooth, mention of drugs and an illegal cage fighting ring and violence.

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The room you’d been given as a nurses office was grimy. The walls were spattered with black mould, the examiners table in the corner of the room had chunks of it’s mattress missing, exposing the yellowing sponge, which otherwise would have been clad in the same black faux plastic lining that was held together with duct tape.

You had done your best to sterilise the tools you’d been given, soaking them in alcohol, spraying them with other cleaning supplies and – for good measure – bleach.

Given how dirty the office was you’d been given, you doubted that your efforts to sustain a clean environment would do much. But something, was better than nothing.

Outside of your office, the muffled cheers of the ongoing cage match went on, accompanied with the occasional crack of bones breaking or hard slap of skin on skin as the two fighters collided in battle.

Sometimes, you wanted to cover your ears, sink into your imagination, pretend you were back in your residency, where everything was fine and well… Well, as ‘fine and well’ as it could be. You would try to imagine the clean and sterile office you shared with your fellow students, and their white coats, clean of any kind of bodily fluid, showing off their naïvety to the field of medicine.

But the harsh reality of your situation always came back to you, when the door leading out to the cage would be thumped on and in would stumble this evenings fighter.

Tonight, you were in charge of taking care of the Event organisers favourite toy: Big Money.

From what you knew – being given a file of medical information about the Orc – he was 6’3, was over 201 pounds of muscle and could throw what the Event Organisers so lovingly and excitedly called, ‘the Death Punch.’

That was detailed in the notes of the file. The rest of the medical information was pretty standard, he was aged 28, didn’t smoke, but drank quite heavily, wasn’t sexually active and had no known allergies or conditions.

And, as if hearing your thoughts, a hard thump came from the other side of your door.

You opened it and stepped aside to allow the Orc to enter. Unlike most other combatants, he came in steadily, as if he’d never been in a fight in the first place.

Without so much as a greeting, he sat on the table and looked at you expectantly. Grabbing your tools, you got to work.

There was no point in trying to talk to him. Ninety percent of the time, these fighters were too out of their minds on adrenaline or some kind of other substance to hold a proper conversation and could only answer your basic medical questions.

First, you examined his face.

While beat up, and slowly turning black and blue in certain places, there didn’t seem to be anything too damaged. The tell tale signs of broken bones were absent, as well as anything that would signal lasting damage.

“Can you tell me how many fingers I’m holding up?” You asked him. Holding up three fingers, the Orc grunted. “Three fingers.”

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[tinydefector]

Behind the Scenes 2

Tim Drake x Male reader

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Word count: 6.1

Warnings: Tim being Tim in his slight stalkerish way for work.

Cut chapter three out otherwise this would have been over 11k words. So I'll edit that tomorrow at some point.

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The rhythmic tapping of Tim's fingers on the keyboard slowed as he stared at the email in front of him, his jaw tightening. It was yet another "gentle reminder" from the pharmaceutical marketing team about their meeting today. He hated these meetings—the endless pitches, the justifications for greed masquerading as "business strategy." Wayne Enterprises was supposed to stand for more than profit margins. That had been Bruce's vision, and it was one Tim was determined to uphold.

The sharp knock on his office door pulled him from his thoughts. He didn’t need to look at the clock to know who it was. “Come in,” Tim called, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his temples. The door opened smoothly, revealing Lucius Fox. The older man stepped inside, his calm and collected demeanor instantly filling the room. He carried a leather-bound notebook in one hand and a tablet in the other, his expression a mixture of professionalism and mild concern.  

“It’s time,” Lucius said simply, his deep voice cutting through the quiet hum of the office. Tim let out a low sigh, his hand dropping from his face as he sat up straighter. “Right. The pharmaceutical showdown.” There was a faint, bitter edge to his voice. Lucius raised an eyebrow at Tim's tone but didn’t comment immediately. Instead, he stepped further into the office, glancing briefly at the coffee cup on Tim's desk. “Triple shot?” he asked, his tone light but knowing.

Tim smirked faintly, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Had to. I need all the help I can get to sit through this one.” Lucius nodded, settling into the chair across from Tim. “I can’t say I blame you. The pharmaceutical team’s proposals have been... aggressive, to put it mildly. I assume you’re planning to shut them down again?”

Tim scoffed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the desk. “Of course. There’s no way I’m letting them push a campaign to jack up prices on essential meds. Insulin, for crying out loud. Amoxicillin. Levothyroxine. These aren’t luxury items. People need them to survive.” His voice rose slightly, frustration slipping through his usually composed exterior, but it was something he was passionate about, not to mention something that affected, not nearly as much as others, but with one of those medications being one he used it was a subject he was very willing to fight over. 

Lucius regarded him carefully, his expression thoughtful. “ You know they’re going to push back harder this time. They’ve already been courting some of the board members, trying to sway them to their side.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Tim muttered, his fingers drumming against the desk. “I’ve seen the emails. The ‘we’re only doing this for the good of the company’ spiel. As if gutting our reputation and alienating the people who rely on us is good for anyone.” Lucius sighed, adjusting his glasses. “It’s a delicate balance, Mr. Drake. The board still has to answer to shareholders. Some of them might see this as an opportunity to boost profits.”

Tim’s eyes darkened, and he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “And that’s exactly why I’m going to shut this down. We’re not some faceless corporation that only cares about the bottom line. This is Wayne Enterprises. We’re supposed to do better.” A small smile tugged at the corner of Lucius’s mouth. “You sound like Bruce.”

Tim hesitated, then gave a small nod, the weight of Lucius’s words settling over him. “Thanks,” he said quietly. “That means a lot.” Lucius straightens his jacket. “Well, we’d better get to it. The board’s already gathered, and I’m sure Marketing is eager to make their case.” Tim rose, grabbing his tablet and the half-empty cup. He lingered for a moment, his fingers tightening around the tablet as if bracing himself. “Let’s do this.”

Together, they walked down the hallway toward the boardroom, their footsteps echoing against the polished floors. Tim’s mind raced, already preparing counterarguments and anticipating the tactics the pharmaceutical team would use, he knew it all already, as much as he wouldn't admit it to anyone, he had seen all the emails passed between different board members, and knew the words different executives would say. Bruce would say it was Paranoia to be this into it, stalking people's emails and ‘private’ work conversations, Tim on the other hand believed it was being thorough and Knowing his enemy. 

When they reached the boardroom, the double doors loomed before them. Tim took a deep breath, his expression hardening into the calm, resolute mask he wore for these kinds of battles. Lucius gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before pushing the doors open. The room was filled with the murmur of voices, the long conference table surrounded by board members and executives. At the far end, the representatives from Marketing and Pharmaceuticals were already seated, their polished smiles and expensive suits doing little to disguise their predatory intent. They wanted to play predator. Tim would show them what happens when you think the hunter is prey.

As Tim stepped inside, the room quieted. All eyes turned to him, and for a brief moment, the weight of the company’s legacy seemed to rest squarely on his shoulders. But he didn’t falter. He squared his shoulders, walked to his seat at the head of the table, and set his tablet down with a quiet thud as he takes his seat elegantly. 

“Good Morning,” he said, his voice steady and firm. “Let’s get started.”

The boardroom was tense, the air thick with the weight of the discussion about to take place, many picking up on the way Tim Drake’s presence seems to almost shift the air of the room, he wasn't trapped in here with them,they were trapped with Him. Tim sat at the head of the long conference table, His fingers drummed lightly against the polished wood, a steady rhythm that betrays nothing of his thoughts to them.

Around him, the board members murmured quietly, and the team from Marketing and Pharmaceuticals sat with their polished smiles, exuding the confidence of people who thought they were about to win. Lucius sat to Tim’s right, When the room finally settled and all eyes turned to him, Tim leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table.

“Alright,” he began, his voice steady but sharp. “What is your proposal? you pulled me away from my family for this meeting, I hope it is worth my time” he states plainly, his icy blue eyes focusing in on the head members, who squirm slightly under his gaze. One thing was for sure, Tim Drake may have been young but he held a Boardroom with more power than Bruce ever did, Bruce used charm to win over people's hearts, Tim used cold hard facts, logistics and blackmail when he felt it. 

The head of Wayne Pharmaceuticals, a man named Eric Drayton, cleared his throat and stood. He adjusted his tie as he began to speak, his tone practiced and smooth. “Thank you, Mr. Drake-Wayne. As you know, over the last quarter, we’ve seen a significant rise in production costs, particularly in the pharmaceutical division. After careful analysis, our team believes that a modest increase in the pricing of certain medications��such as insulin, amoxicillin, and levothyroxine—would allow us to maintain profitability while continuing to deliver high-quality products.”

Tim’s jaw tightened, but he stayed silent, letting Drayton continue. “The marketing department has already prepared a campaign to frame this adjustment in a way that emphasizes the value and innovation Wayne Pharmaceuticals brings to the market. We believe that this will not only bolster shareholder confidence but also ensure we remain competitive in the global pharmaceutical industry.”

Tim leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable but he doesn't blink and it's clear he's unsettling a few attendees. When Drayton finally sat down, clearly pleased with himself, Tim let the silence hang in the air for a moment. Then, he leaned forward, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

“Let me make sure I understand your proposal,” Tim began, his tone calm but the ice in it cuts. “Your big idea to ‘maintain profitability’ is to price-gouge people for life-saving medication. You want to charge more for insulin, amoxycillin, and levothyroxine—medications that people literally depend on to stay alive. Is that correct?”

Drayton shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his polished confidence faltering under Tim’s sharp gaze. “Well, it’s not ‘price-gouging,’ Mr. Drake-Wayne. It’s—”

“It’s exactly price-gouging,” Tim says, cutting him off. “Let me give you an example. In Australia, insulin packs cost $6.94 that is after Tax and with their healthcare system, it does Vary but Australia has a protection on Medical and medications, but that’s what people pay for it. In America, the same insulin costs $98.70. *Before* tax. And you want Wayne Pharmaceuticals to join in on this racket? To charge people even more for something they can’t live without?”

The room was silent, the weight of Tim’s words pressing down on everyone. Drayton opened his mouth to respond, but Tim didn’t give him the chance. “And let’s talk about Wayne Pharmaceuticals’ insulin,” Tim continued, his voice growing sharper. “Right now, we currently charge $23 for it before it's Taxed by the chemist. That’s already more than triple the cost in Australia. And now you’re saying we need to raise the price even higher? If I may Mr Drayton, do you currently use medication?”

Drayton cleared his throat, his face reddening. “Mr. Drake-Wayne, with all due respect, these adjustments are necessary to keep up with rising costs and—” 

“Don’t,” Tim said, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t try to justify this to me. I take amoxycillin due to my immune system being compromised from my Spleen. I know exactly how often I need new prescriptions for it due to not having a Spleen, which is an organ that I can live without, and I know exactly how much it costs. I can afford it because of my position here and because of my family’s wealth. But what about the people who can’t? What about the single parents, the minimum-wage workers, the people who are already drowning in medical debt? Do you honestly think they’re going to look at your ‘modest price increase’ and say, ‘Oh, yes, I’d love to spend even more of my paycheck on staying alive’? Or are they just going to stop taking their medication altogether because they can’t afford it?”

Drayton looked like he wanted to sink into his chair, but Tim wasn’t done. “And if you think the public is just going to roll over and accept this, I’d suggest you take a look at what happened in New York. The CEO of United Healthcare was gunned down in the street. And you know what the public’s reaction was? Nothing. No one cared, they celebrated it. Because he’d spent his career profiting off people’s deaths, and everyone knew it.”

His words cut through the room like ice. “Is that what you want Wayne Enterprises to become? A company so reviled that people cheer when one of our executives gets taken out? Because if we go down this road, that’s exactly where we’re headed.” 

Lucius, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. “Mr. Drake is right. Wayne Enterprises has always prided itself on being a company that puts people first, we are known as a world class company for affordability for everyone. If we abandon that now, we’ll lose more than just our reputation. We’ll lose the trust of the people who rely on us. And without that trust, no profit.”

Tim nodded, his gaze sweeping over the room. “If Wayne Enterprises wants to stay a leading company—if we want to remain the most sought-after name in the industry not only in America but the world, then we need to stand for something more than profits. We need to stand for people. And if anyone here thinks otherwise, I suggest you find another company to work for, because I’m not budging on this. And if anyone tries to bring this proposal to me again it will be thrown out before the Email even reaches me”

The room was silent, the weight of Tim’s words hanging in the air. Drayton looked like he wanted to argue, but one glance at the determined set of Tim’s jaw told him it would be pointless. “Any other questions?” Tim asked, his voice sharp.

No one spoke.

“Good,” he said, standing and grabbing his tablet. “This meeting is over. I hope you all enjoy the rest of your day, I have another meeting to attend too” And with that, Tim strode out of the room, leaving the stunned board members and executives behind.

The boardroom door clicked shut behind Tim, and he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His footsteps echoed through the quiet hallway as he made his way back to his office, his mind still replaying the meeting. He could still feel the tension in the room, the weight of the arguments, and the barely restrained frustration threatening to boil over. But it was done. For now, at least.

When he reached his office, Tim pushed the door open and stepped inside, letting it close softly behind him. His eyes immediately darted to the espresso machine in the corner. The idea of another triple shot espresso was tempting—too tempting. He stood there for a moment, staring at it like he was trying to will himself to resist. Finally, he shook his head.

turning away from the machine. Instead, he moved to the small fridge tucked under the counter. Pulling the door open, he grabbed a cold bottle of apple and blackcurrant juice. The condensation felt cool against his palm as he twisted the cap off and took a long sip. The tart, sweet flavor was refreshing, and for the first time that morning, he felt himself start to relax, just a little.

Tim crossed the room and sank into his office chair, the leather creaking softly beneath him. He leaned back, letting the cool juice wash away the residual bitterness of the meeting. For a moment, he closed his eyes, the faint hum of the building around him a comforting white noise. The knock on his door was soft but didn’t surprise him. He didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. “Come in, Lucius.”

Lucius stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him. He carried the same leather-bound notebook he’d had in the meeting, but his posture was more relaxed now, his expression less formal. He walked over to one of the chairs across from Tim’s desk and sat down, setting the notebook on his lap. “You handled that well,” Lucius said, his voice calm and steady. “Firm, clear, and you didn’t let them sidestep the issue.”

Tim gave a small, humorless chuckle, swirling the juice in the bottle. “Yeah, well, I don’t think I’ll be getting any Christmas cards from Drayton this year.” Lucius smiled faintly. “I doubt you were ever on his list to begin with. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you made the right call. The board needed to hear it, and so did the pharmaceutical team.”

Tim sighed, setting the juice bottle down on his desk with a soft thud. “They’re not going to stop, you know. Drayton, the marketing team, the board members who only care about the shareholders—they’ll keep pushing. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next week, but they’ll try again.”

“Of course they will,” Lucius said. “That’s the nature of the business. But as long as you’re here, Tim, they’ll know they have to fight for every inch. And that kind of resistance can make them think twice.” Tim leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “I just... I hate that we even have to have these conversations. This isn’t what Wayne Enterprises is supposed to be. It’s not who we are.”

Tim looked down at the desk, his fingers tracing absent patterns on the wood grain. “It’s just... exhausting. Knowing that every day there’s going to be another fight. Another argument. Another group of people trying to convince me to put profits over people, especially in that industry.”

The two sat in companionable silence for a few moments, the tension from the morning slowly ebbing away. Tim reached for his juice and took another sip, the tart sweetness grounding him.  

Finally, Lucius stood, smoothing his jacket. “I’ll let you get back to it. But if you need anything”

“I know,” Tim said, looking up at him with a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Lucius.”

Lucius nodded and made his way to the door, leaving Tim alone in the quiet of his office. Tim leaned back in his chair again, staring up at the ceiling as he let out a long breath. The fight wasn’t over. not by a long shot, but for now, he’d won. And that was something.

Tim glanced at his watch, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His next meeting wasn’t in some stuffy boardroom or sterile office space—it was at the Wayne Enterprises steel manufacturing and shipping plant with Mr. Brill. Out of all the meetings he had to attend, this one was a rare bright spot.  

Brill was one of the good ones, a man who didn’t just care about deadlines and quotas but about the people who worked under him. He was the kind of manager Tim wished every department had, hardworking, down-to-earth, and fiercely protective of his teams, he wasn’t a head but as leading hand of manufacturing Tim had made it very clear he would be dealing with him instead of another Executive. It was evident in everything he did: the way he supervised, the way he fought for fair wages and better conditions.

By the time Tim arrived at the steel plant, the familiar hum of machinery and the rhythmic clang of metal filled the air. The factory floor was bustling with activity. workers in hardhats and safety vests moving between massive equipment, forklifts whirring as they transported raw materials, and the faint smell of oil and heated metal clinging to the air.  

Mr. Brill was already waiting for him near the entrance, his broad frame and weathered face instantly recognizable. He was leaning against a railing, clipboard in hand, scanning over some papers. The moment he spotted Tim, he broke into a wide grin. “Mr. Drake!” Brill called, his voice booming over the din of the factory. He strode forward, extending a hand. “Good to see you again, son.”  

Tim returned the handshake with a warm smile. “Good to see you too, Brill. And please, drop the ‘Mr.’ stuff. Just Tim.” Brill chuckled, the deep sound echoing as he clapped Tim on the shoulder. “You say that every time, and I still can’t get used to it. But alright, Tim. Let’s get started. Got plenty to show you.” The two of them set off across the factory floor, walking side by side. Workers glanced up as they passed, offering nods and waves, which Tim returned with ease.  

“How’s the team doing?” Tim asked, his voice raised slightly to be heard over the noise. Brill’s grin widened. “They’re doing good, real good. We’ve been hitting our production targets ahead of schedule, and the new safety protocols you approved last quarter? They’ve made a world of difference. Injuries are down, morale’s up. Can’t thank you enough for pushing that through. we have had 12% increase in sales, not to mention contracts”  

Tim waved it off. “You’re the one who brought it to my attention. All I did was make sure it got funded.” Brill nodded appreciatively. “Still, we all know it wouldn’t have happened without you backing it. These guys out here? They notice things like that. They know who’s looking out for them.” As they walked, Tim took in the sights around him. Workers moved with practiced efficiency, their faces focused but not strained. There was a sense of camaraderie in the air, a stark contrast to the corporate world Tim had just left behind, it was like a den of hungry wolves waiting for a scrap.  

“You’ve got a good crew here,” Tim said as they climbed a set of metal stairs that overlooked the factory floor. “That I do,” Brill agreed, his tone proud. “Best damn team in the business, if you ask me.” They stopped at the railing, looking out over the bustling plant. Brill gestured with his clipboard. “So, here’s the deal. We’ve got a couple of new contracts coming in over the next few months, big ones. Steel for infrastructure projects, mostly. Bridges, rail lines, that sort of thing. It’s going to ramp up production, but we’re ready for it. Got the equipment, got the manpower. Only thing we’ll need is approval for some overtime pay to make sure the night crews are covered.”  

Tim nodded thoughtfully. “Consider it approved with time and a half added as an extra benefit on top of it. If this is going to put extra strain on your team, they deserve to be compensated for it.”  

Brill’s grin returned. “Knew you’d say that. I already told the guys to expect it.” Tim smirked. “You’re making me predictable, Brill.”  

“Predictable in the best way,” Brill said with a chuckle. “It’s why the guys out here respect you. You don’t just talk, the talk. you walk it. That matters. your not a suit to these men, funny enough you take after Bruce”  

Tim leaned against the railing, his gaze drifting over the factory floor. It was easy to get caught up in the chaos of corporate meetings, budgets, and shareholder reports, but being here, seeing the faces of the people who actually made Wayne Enterprises run, reminded him of why he fought so hard to keep the company’s values intact.  

After a few more minutes of discussion about logistics, safety protocols, and upcoming projects, Brill led Tim back down to the floor. As they walked, workers continued to wave and call out greetings, and Tim made a point to respond to each one. When they finally reached the exit, Brill turned to him, his expression warm. “Thanks for coming out, Tim. It means a lot to the crew and to me.”  

Tim kept walking alongside Brill, the steady hum of the factory floor a comforting backdrop to their conversation. His hand rested lightly on the steel railing as they passed rows of machinery, workers busy at their stations. He couldn’t help but think about how much he preferred this—the clanging of metal, the smell of grease and oil, the laughter and banter of workers over the constant, sterile chatter of executives, shareholders, and marketing teams. These were the people Tim appreciated. The ones who kept the company running. 

“If I could, I’d spend the whole day down here,” Tim said, half-joking but with a trace of honesty in his voice. Brill laughed, a deep, hearty sound that echoed over the noise of the factory. “Can’t say I’d blame you. Sure beats sitting in some stuffy office all day, doesn’t it?”  

“You have no idea,” Tim replied, glancing over at one of the welding stations where a worker gave them a quick nod. Tim returned the gesture with a small wave. “The meetings today have been... let’s just say I’d rather be anywhere else.” Brill raised a brow, his curiosity piqued. “Rough morning already?”  

Tim snorted softly, his expression hardening just a little. “You could say that. Some office heads decided it was a good time to try and pitch a price hike on our medications. Insulin, amoxycillin, levothyroxine. They tried to frame it as a business strategy.” Brill’s face darkened at that, his hand tightening around the clipboard he was holding. “You’re kidding me.” 

“I wish I was,” Tim said, his tone sharp. “They were throwing out all the usual excuses ‘production costs,’ ‘shareholder confidence,’ ‘maintaining profitability.’ But it’s all just corporate-speak for ‘let’s see how much more we can squeeze out of people before they break.’”  

Brill shook his head, his expression grim. “You shut them down, though, right?” Tim gave him a sidelong glance. “What do you think?” Brill cracked a small grin despite the frustration on his face. “Good.”  

Tim stopped walking for a moment, turning to face Brill fully. “You know what pisses me off the most? You. Your team. These guys are out here. You’re the ones I think about when they start pulling that crap. I know plenty of people here rely on Wayne Pharma medications.”  

Brill’s expression softened, and he rested a hand on Tim’s shoulder. “You’re a good man, Tim. Not a lot of people in your position would give a damn about this stuff. Most of them wouldn’t even know what their workers are dealing with, let alone care.”  

Tim shrugged, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting Brill’s gaze again. “It’s not hard to care when you actually look around. These guys work their asses off every day. They deserve better. And it’s not just about them, it’s personal for me, too. I’ve been on amoxycillin since I was 13. I know how often I need to refill the prescription.”  

Brill watched him carefully, his respect for Tim deepening with every word. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, kid. Bruce would be proud.” Tim smiled faintly at that, though there was a sadness in his eyes. “I hope so. I’m trying to do right by him. By all of this.” He gestured to the factory around them.  

Tim was leaning casually against a railing, chatting with Brill about one of the new infrastructure contracts, when he spotted a familiar figure moving through the bustling factory floor. It was hard to miss Alfred he was impeccably dressed as always, his suit and tie a stark contrast to the high-vis vests and steel-toed boots surrounding him. Yet, despite his formal attire, Alfred moved through the factory with ease, his calm presence blending seamlessly with the industrious energy of the workers.  

He was speaking to one of the crew, a man in high-vis gesturing toward Tim. Alfred nodded politely, offering a small smile before continuing in Tim’s direction.  Brill turned to see what had caught Tim’s attention and let out a low chuckle. “Looks like you’ve got company.” Tim laughs. “Of course I do. Alfred always finds me.”  

“That man’s got a sixth sense when it comes to you, doesn’t he?”  

“You have no idea,” Tim muttered with a grin.  

When Alfred finally reached them, he gave a polite nod to Brill before turning his attention to Tim. “Master Timothy,” he said in his usual calm tone, though there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “I see you’re keeping yourself busy.” Tim waved a hand toward the factory around him. “Just catching up with Brill and the team. Honestly, I’d happily spend the rest of the day here if it meant avoiding another meeting.” Brill laughed, clapping Tim on the back. “You’re welcome anytime, Tim. But something tells me Alfred’s not here to let you hang around.”  

“You would be correct, Mr. Brill,” Alfred replied with a faint smile. “I’m here to collect Master Timothy for his scheduled outing” Tim groaned playfully, though there was a hint of genuine reluctance in his tone. “Right. I almost forgot about that.”  Alfred raised an eyebrow, a smile working its way to his lips. “I highly doubt that, sir. You promised me this morning that you’d make time for it.”  

Brill chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, I won’t keep you, Tim. But don’t be a stranger, alright? You’re always welcome here.” “Thanks, Brill,” Tim said, shaking his hand firmly. “And thanks for everything you do. Seriously.”  Brill waved him off. “Just doing my job. You take care.”  

With that, Brill turned and headed back toward the factory floor, leaving Tim and Alfred standing by the railing. Tim glanced around the bustling factory one last time, feeling the faint pull of wanting to stay.  

As they exited the factory, the noise of the machinery faded behind them, replaced by the hum of the city. Alfred led the way to the sleek black car waiting just outside, holding the door open for Tim. Finally, he sighed and slid into the car. As Alfred took his seat in the driver’s position and started the engine, Tim leaned back, the faint smell of steel and oil still lingering in his mind.  

“Alright, Alfred,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Let’s go pick out some plants.” The car pulled away from the factory, heading toward the nursery. And though Tim’s mind was already drifting back to the battles he’d fought that morning.

True to his word, Alfred made a slight detour on the way to the nursery, pulling the car up to the curb outside Tim’s favorite café. It was a cozy little spot nestled on a quiet street corner, the kind of place that didn’t rely on flashy signs or gimmicks to draw customers. Instead, it was all about the warm atmosphere, the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting out the door. Tim perked up as the car slowed, his earlier reluctance to leave the factory melting into a small smile. “Thanks, Alfred. You didn’t have to, you know.”  

“Nonsense,” Alfred replied, cutting the engine as he glanced at Tim in the rearview mirror. “I believe I recall someone declaring this café’s iced Lungo to be ‘the single greatest invention mankind has ever achieved.’ I couldn’t possibly deny you such brilliance on a day like today.”  

Tim laughed, shaking his head as he opened the car door. “Did I really say that?” “You did,” Alfred said, his tone dry but fond. “Though I refrained from reminding you that the same could be said for the wheel, penicillin, and indoor plumbing.”  

Tim grinned as he stepped out of the car, closing the door behind him. “Fair point. I’ll keep that in mind.” The café was already buzzing with its usual mid-afternoon crowd, the hum of quiet conversations mixing with the occasional hiss of the espresso machine. As Tim walked through the door, the familiar scent of coffee and baked goods enveloped him, instantly making him feel just a little more at ease.  

“Tim!” one of the baristas called from behind the counter, a young woman with a bright smile and a teal streak in her hair. “The usual?” “You know it, Jess,” Tim replied, leaning casually against the counter. “How’s it going today?”  

“Same old, same old,” Jess said as she started working on his drink. “Though I’m guessing your day hasn’t been quite as mellow, huh? You’ve got that ‘already over it’ look.” Tim chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “You have no idea.”  

Jess smirked as she handed him his drink. “Well, at least you’ve got this. One iced Lungo, with an extra shot of espresso because I’m guessing you’ll need it.” “You’re a lifesaver,” Tim said, handing her a generous tip before taking a sip. The rich, smooth flavor hit him instantly, and he let out a satisfied sigh. “Perfect as always.”  

“Glad you think so,” Jess said, waving him off as another customer approached the counter. “Take care, Tim!” Tim gave her a small wave as he headed back out to the car, the drink already working its magic. Alfred had the door open for him by the time he reached the curb, and Tim slid back into his seat with a grateful nod.  

“Feel better, sir?” Alfred asked as he started the car again, merging smoothly into the light afternoon traffic. “Much,” Tim replied, holding up the drink like it was a trophy. “This is exactly what I needed.”  

“Excellent,” Alfred said, the corners of his mouth twitching into the faintest hint of a smile. “Now, if you’re properly fortified, we can continue to the nursery.” Tim chuckled, leaning back in his seat as the car moved through the city streets.  

As they approached the plant nursery, Tim glanced out the window, his thoughts starting to shift. He was looking forward to the greenery, the quiet, and the chance to spend some time with Alfred away from the chaos of Wayne Enterprises. The drive to the nursery was surprisingly pleasant. The city’s bustling energy gradually gave way to quieter streets lined with trees and the occasional glimpse of open fields, a rare sight that Tim couldn’t help but appreciate, even if he wasn’t particularly looking forward to the task ahead. Alfred, however, seemed to be enjoying himself. Tim caught the faint smile on the older man’s face as the car rolled to a stop in front of the nursery’s entrance.

The nursery itself was charming, a sprawling space filled with rows of vibrant plants, earthy tones, and the sweet, clean scent of flowers and soil. A hand-painted wooden sign reading "Sarah's Green Thumb Nursery" hung above the entrance gate, swaying slightly in the gentle breeze. Beyond the entrance.

Alfred turned off the car and looked over at Tim, his smile still lingering. “Here we are, Master Timothy. I’m sure you’ll manage to survive this ordeal, even if it’s not a boardroom battle.” Tim rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. “You’re enjoying this way too much, Alfred.”  

“Guilty as charged,” Alfred replied smoothly, stepping out of the car.  

Tim followed, stretching briefly before shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. He glanced around the nursery, taking in the sight of vibrant flowers, rows of potted plants, and the occasional worker moving between tasks.  As they approached the main office, the door swung open, and Sarah, the owner of the nursery, stepped out. She was in her late 40s, her sun-kissed skin and earth-stained overalls a testament to the amount of time she spent working outdoors. Her warm smile widened when she spotted Alfred.  

“Alfred!” she called, wiping her hands on a towel slung over her shoulder. “It’s been ages!”  

“Not that long, Sarah,” Alfred replied with a chuckle, shaking her hand firmly. “You’re as lively as ever, I see.”  

“And you’re as sharp as ever,” Sarah quipped before turning to Tim. “And this must be the ‘young man’ you’ve been telling me about. Tim, right?”  Tim offered a polite smile, shaking her hand. “That’s me. It’s nice to meet you, Sarah.”  

“Likewise,” Sarah said, her eyes twinkling. “Alfred’s been singing your praises for years. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Tim shot Alfred a look. “You’ve been talking about me?”  

“Only occasionally,” Alfred said innocently. “Mostly when I’m in need of an amusing anecdote.”  

Sarah laughed as Tim sighed dramatically. “Well, don’t worry, Tim. We’ll go easy on you today. We’ve got plenty of plants to look at, but I promise we’ll make it as painless as possible.”  

Tim smirked. “I appreciate that.”  

As Sarah led them deeper into the nursery, she pointed out various sections of flowering plants, shrubs, herbs, and the greenhouse where some of the more delicate plants were kept. Workers bustled around, potting plants, trimming leaves, and watering rows of greenery.  Tim’s gaze wandered as they walked, eventually catching sight of one of the larger greenhouses. Inside, a young man was working diligently, earbuds in as he hummed along to whatever music was playing. He moved with practiced ease, pruning plants, arranging them neatly on benches, and sorting orders with a quiet focus.  

Tim found himself watching for a moment, intrigued by the calm yet efficient way he worked. There was something oddly soothing about it—seeing someone so at ease, so immersed in their task. Sarah noticed Tim’s attention and glanced toward the greenhouse. “That’s Y/N,” she said with a smile. “He’s one of our best. Always up early, always working hard, and somehow always in a good mood. I don’t know how he does it, but the plants seem to love him.”  

Tim raised an eyebrow. “You make him sound like a plant whisperer.” “Sometimes I think he might be,” Sarah said with a laugh. “He’s been helping me here for a while now. Great kid. If you need someone to find a particular plant, he’s your guy.”  

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Tim said, his tone light but genuine. Alfred, of course, noticed Tim’s interest and gave a knowing smile. “Perhaps you should introduce yourself, sir..”  Tim shook his head slightly, though he was still watching Y/N from the corner of his eye as the young man carefully placed a potted mix of Peonies onto a waiting cart. “Maybe later. Let’s get through the plant selection first.” “Very well,” Alfred said, with a content hum. 

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[doctoremrys]

So, since I cannot rant about this somewhere else, I'm gonna rant over here.

A few days ago, I've started reading another Merthur fic on AO3, I've noticed after a few chapters, that the write of this fic repeated some paragraphs by accident, so I've commented on it so that she'll know to edit it whenever she could, I asked her if it was on purporse, and she was like, 'oh s*it, I forgot to delete this, thank you'. We had a nice conversation, and I told her that if I'll see other errors like the one I found, then I'll comment to her about it again.

I did comment again a few times, and the author answered to me, and I thought that we were on good terms. After almost finishing rhe fic, I've commented about the action of one character, and pointed out to her another error, so that I could help her out when she'll edit her fic again.

Today I started reading the second part in the series of the fic, and it turns out that she bloody blocked me. I do not know why, I do not understand why she did it. I wanted to criticize sone stuff, but I asked for permission beforehand, and didn't write one, so I seriously do not understand why a writer would block soneone that helped her out for furure edits! I feel like I've watsed my bloody time, commenting, and pointing out stuff that she should've noticed before publishing a fic, for example, repeating the same sentences and paragraphs on the same chapter, and while I do not judge a writer who makes mistakes, it is not my job to edit those, I'm not a beta nor the writer, and I still helped her out. She even commented to me that she had seen my comments and that she'll edit the fic when she'll have the time, and I answered to her "hey, no pressure, if I'll see more errors like that, I'll comment again", and then she bloody blocks me!

I even told her that I get it that people do this kind of mistakes, and complimented her that I hadn't found any gramnatical errors, which is a hard thing to do!

And then she blocks me, and I cannot even ask her why, why did she block someone who just wanted to help her out, and had positive feedback on her fic.

And the thing is, that in her profike she writes that she's open to criticism, and I did not criticize her!

And also, has she asked ne, I would've stopped commenting about it, and only commented about the fic itself. Maybe it hurt her feelings, but honestly, I think that I've commented about the errirs 4 tines, and most of my conment were about the fic, and why I thought about the characters, but onstead of trying ti talk, she blicked me, and now I cannot comment about what I thought about the chapters I've read fron the second part of the fic...

I'm so annoyed and hurt right now. Maybe I shouldn't try to help writers again...

[rwshfordgirl]

WEDDING

all images were taken from pinterest.

where he and reader met thanks to her brother's marriage to his cousin.

paring: joão félix X reader!

a/n: i really hope you like it because i loved the result 😭

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i don't think I've ever taken a shower so quickly in all my years of life, all because i woke up bizarrely late but it's not reason enough for me to leave the house without taking a bath. and i had to make a big effort to remember where i was going today, i only remembered that it was an important event but my mind busy with college can't remember everything.

but the post-it stuck to the fridge made me eat quickly and get to the car even faster. i completely forgot that today was reserved for my brother's bride, it's the day to help her choose her wedding dress and consequently the bridesmaids' dresses.

"i hope you're already arriving." the message she sent arrived on my cell phone a few seconds after i parked the car near the wedding dress atelier. my brother was with my cousins and some men i didn't know outside, which intrigued me. "what are you doing here?" i asked, approaching. "we'll try on the suits right after you guys." he replied and i nodded. "today is going to be a long day for you guys." i smiled and entered the place most loved by all brides. i hadn't even gone up the stairs when i heard laughter from the men outside "fabio, joão wants to be your brother-in-law." an unknown male voice shouted and more laughter was heard.

i found the comment funny even though i don't know who said it, much less who joão is. i just know that single life is really cool. even though i sometimes miss sleeping cuddled up with someone, but i don't think i have any intention of meeting anyone at my brother's wedding, unless  mr. destiny has other plans.

"finally, i thought you would never arrive." i was greeted by my mother opening the door to the salon reserved for brides. her hands promptly grabbed my cheeks. "long time no see, huh?" i joked about the fact that i had spent the entire afternoon at her house yesterday. my mother just stuck out her tongue as an answer and pulled me into the room. my sister-in-law was already trying on a beautiful dress like cindelera's. she looked at me through the reflection in the mirror.

"what do you think?" she asked me. i was speechless. carol was so beautiful in that dress, she really looked like a princess. "it's already my favorite." she smiled and i could see her eyes welling up. "it's mine too." she said, wiping away the tears that had started to form. "i can't believe I've barely arrived and i'm already leaving." the other bridesmaids in the room laughed and carol rolled her eyes. "no way. i'll try on some others to make sure of my choice."

i pretended to snort as i sat on the edge of the couch. there are so many women in the room, my mother, her mother, carol's friends and cousins. i can't even imagine how many bridesmaids she will have. but my brother and she deserve a wedding worthy of royalty.

fabio is two years older than me and we have always been best friends, he knows more about my life than my mother. and i remember perfectly when he introduced us to carol, she is the sister-in-law of anyone's dreams.

"carol, may i come in?" three knocks on the door distracted my attention. most likely one of the boys sitting downstairs wants to speak to the bride. "of course joão, my favorite cousin." joão, the boy from a few minutes ago. i felt something strange when she said that. i involuntarily adjusted my posture and started to fiddle with the necklace around my neck. the door opened slowly, but soon revealed a tall, smiling male figure with brown hair. his gaze went straight to me, since i, sitting on the edge of the sofa, am the first thing anyone who opens the door will see.

he continued on his way towards the bride and i didn't try to hide the fact that i was following him with my eyes, something that my mother noticed "carol's cousin, isn't he cute?" i turned towards her with my eyes slightly widened, she nudged me and motioned for me to turn toward joão again. he was about to leave, but his eyes met mine before his fingers touched the doorknob and my mother gently motioned with her fingers for him to come to her. "mãe." i muttered.

"fabio introduced you to his sister, joão?" she pointed in my direction. "he told me when she passed by us a few minutes ago, but we haven't been introduced." he smiled at me. "nice to meet you, joão!" he extended his hand to me and i shook it. "nice to meet you joão, i'm yn." He didn't stop smiling which made me uncomfortable, he was causing me a very strange feeling "we'll see you later, your brother asked me to go get something with him." he commented "but again, it was nice to meet you." i received a wink that made me disconnect from the outside world, i didn't even see when he opened the door and left and didn't even heard what my mother just said.

it took carol three hours to make sure that the dress she tried on when she arrived was the right one. and it took us another two hours to choose the bridesmaids' dresses. the boys who were waiting for their turn to try on their suits walked past us with tired faces, but i couldn't help but notice that joão was no longer there. i believe we will only see each other again on the wedding day.

two months later.

i don't know how i ended up in a chelsea match and still sitting almost next to the  players on the bench. in fact, i don't know why i accepted my brother's invitation, seriously. there we are, me and five other friends of his, in the middle of the excited fans of the english team.

but the urge to leave disappeared from my body when the players entered the field to warm up. on the screen appeared someone i had seen only once two months ago, joão, carol's cousin. i was surprised, he doesn't look like a football player. i swore he was a student on one of those super competitive courses. joão félix, chelsea's number 14 hasn't left my head since i met him and he is definitely the reason behind my presence here today, my brother commented that he won the tickets from someone.

something that was confirmed when the game ended and the fans began to empty the stadium, but my brothers and friends didn't move a muscle "aren't we leaving?" i asked my brother who denied "let's wait for joão." i swallowed hard and settled into the seat, admiring the view of the field and thinking about joão.

"are you really mad about the game, man?" i was taken out of my thoughts by my brother's voice, when i looked at him, joão was sitting behind him. i smiled simply at the player when he looked at me, he smiled back but there was disappointment written all over his face. chelsea drew with a team i didn't know and joão missed an incredible chance to score the tiebreaker. 

"let's go home. drink and forget about this game." one of my brother's friends said and joão put his hands on his own face. "i don't wanna" he said before taking a deep breath. i stood up with the intention of saying goodbye, i felt it was time to go. "it was nice spending the night here with you guys, but I'm going now." i got up from the bench with my coat wrapped around my arm. "how are you leaving?" my brother asked. "by bus." i answered and he nodded. "don't you want me to take you?" he asked and i quickly refused. "i can take you, it's too late for you to go alone." joão surprisingly offered to take me. he said this as he got up from the bench "great idea! joão is a great driver, you'll be fine." my brother also got up and patted me twice on the shoulder.

i nodded to joão, i hate going home alone at night. even if i go from here to who knows where, i'm completely uncomfortable being in a stranger's car but even more nervous because this stranger is the portuguese player.

we both said goodbye to the guys and i followed joão to the garage. we passed some players on the way and the portuguese guy said goodbye to everyone. but i have to say that i freaked out inside when we got to his car and he opened the  door for me. my gaze went from the door to him, a slight smile appeared on his face "thank you" the thanks came out almost like a whisper.iI watched in the rearview mirror as he walked behind the car and sat in the driver's seat. "where are we going?" he asked as he opened the gps on the car's dashboard. "do you know the address of my mother's house?" he nodded. "yes, i do. i go there with fabio a lot." i smiled. "you can drop me off there then. it's closer than dropping me off at home." he nodded, "but it's okay to drop you off at home if you want, i can go there. where is it?" he questioned "no need, i don't want to bother you! and anyway i would have to go to my mother's house tomorrow, you're already going to save me from having to take the subway." i laughed "are you sure?" i nodded and he put my mother's house address into the gps.

"now i understand why i never saw you at the parties that carol organizes." the car stopped at the red light a few seconds after we left the stadium. "why?" he looked at me while resting his head on the window. "because you must always be busy with games and practices." he smiled, a wide smile this time. "yeah, most of the time i arrive late at her events." i grimaced. "you'll never see me staying late at places, i'm a person who goes home very early." green light. "really, i've never seen you at the events and if i did, i would definitely remember, your face is not at all forgettable." i turned my head towards my window, embarrassed "i'll take that as a compliment." he tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel. "it's a compliment."

I bit my lip after letting out a shy laugh "thank you." i thanked him awkwardly "it's a great time to say that when we met on the day of choosing the wedding clothes, i could hear someone say that you wanted my brother's brother-in-law." he laughed "i knew you heard, bruno almost grabbed a megaphone to be heard by the entire united kingdom." another red light, this time his hands went to his face "all this because i said a wow when you left."

"I liked knowing that i messed with you." i said before thinking "yeah, i was really surprised that i couldn't get it out of my head." i looked at him out of the corner of my eye "would you be disappointed if i told you that i have a boyfriend?" joão looked at me wide-eyed but i signaled for him to pay attention to the traffic, the cars in front of him had already moved. "do you have?" he became apprehensive "no, i'm just kidding." he chuckled as he placed his hand on his chin. i don't know where i got the courage to flirt like that.

my mother's house is relatively close to the blues house. we arrived quickly and i was a little disappointed, i admit. now that things were starting to happen. joão got out of the car with me and walked me to the door "thanks for the ride." i dared to kiss him on the cheek, his cheeks blushed and his gaze remained fixed on the floor for a few seconds "can we see each other again before the wedding?" he asked "yes, whenever you want." he gave me his cell phone so i could add my number and so i did "good night joão, thanks again." i put the key in the doorknob and saw the player slowly walking away "it was a pleasure! let me know when you need a ride."  he approached the car "bye, good night!" he honked at me before disappearing from my field of vision.

i walked into my house and nearly melted as i closed the door. "i think I'm going to get a new son-in-law." my mother appeared out of nowhere. "it was just a ride." she laughed at me. "today it's a ride, tomorrow a proposal." i just laughed, rolling my eyes. unfortunately, I just saw him  and i've already started counting the days until i see him again.

[plaidos]

"For today only I'll answer any ask" lying ass fucking cunt

look at the parasocial weirdo who is mad i got distracted and started watching adventure time with my friends instead of literally answering every fucking ask when i got literally hundreds. how entitled are you dog

[jellyfishrui]

i've been either sleeping too much or too little this is sad :<

[ragnarokhound]

trick or treat!

(that intricate rituals snippet👀👀HOO)

Happy Halloween, anon, I'm glad you enjoyed!

(And hee hee... in that case: )

“Did you think I didn’t notice?” Tim says, threaded with teasing hunger as Jason stares, caught. “I could smell it coming, baby. You have all of my attention. Now that I know it’s for me—” Tim’s chest still hitches when he talks about them like this. When he bites down on the instinct to shy away, to hide; when he acknowledges directly that Jason is for him. It never fails to satisfy something snarling and animal inside of Jason, it— “—you should never doubt for a second that I’m for you.” Fuck.

(For the trick or treat ask game! Send me a trick or treat ask and I'll share jaytim WIP snippets, or new 3-sentence -paragraph fics, etc :^) through the 31st!)

[taniushka12]

putting on my queue so yall don't miss me while I'm gone 😘

[miyamoratsumuu]

I haven't stayed up past midnight in months???? who knew the reason I'd end up doing it again is bc of an umbrella design

[eg-tmnt]

TMayNT day 30.

This is my last drawing this may. I might do some of the prompts I didn't do this may later. In june or something if I'm not too busy.

[frameconfessions]

Introduction Post & Syndicate Rules

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[ask-icedouma]

lil update + irl stuffs ヽ(´□｀。)ﾉ

Sorry that mod hasn't been active as of late, I have been kinda in a slum lately. I have no guarantee when I'll answer questions consistently but mod really appreciates that you guys still enjoy this blog.

I haven't been doing well irl as of late because of my long time depression (ongoing for +15ish years wild) and because of this I've been failing my studies a lot. As of late I'm finally getting a little help as of going to my very first official therapy session.

I said official because most of the time I've only gone to temples. My family has been believing that I've been possessed by evil spirits my whole life and its pretty annoying. Tho I'm also sure that this is something common with our religious believes so I don't fully blame them. I've been trying and begging them to bring me to one for the longest time and it's finally happening! I don't know if it will help this time but it's some progress I'm willing to take.

Also! I feel sorry somehow for not interacting much. I've been wishing to talk to some of you/mutuals to get stuff of my mind or just talk about silly stuff but because most of you are writers I'm too intimidated sadgfhj if only I was literate *fist clenching and sulking*

Lastly here's some pictures of derpy Douma for reaching the end of this post.

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! :3

[starpros-sunshine]

You know. I'm part of the fraction "to each their own and let people handle their lives however they see best fit". But I do feel the need to say that I have seldom seen such an idiotic assumption as that breaking up with someone four days before someone's birthday when you also want that someone to do something for their birthday even though you know you and your soon-to-be-ex will both have to be there won't end with that person just not doing anything with anyone for their birthday. Partially because nobody wants that kind of awkwardness after a fresh breakup and also because the soon-to-be-ex has the lovely habit of wallowing in self pity and making everything about how they have it so bad. You know I just think in such cases you should've waited a week with the breakup. I don't care how much you want to fuck that other guy but I really think you should've waited a week.

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