#he is so busy taking care of everyone else

[rhisturn]

dare i say, this is getting a bit ridiculous now.

the no video after tour was enough tbh, if you think about it from the other way around, people, including myself, paid thousands of dollars/pounds to be at tour, travelled 16 hours in my case, and then we couldn’t even get a vid.. i completely understand in that case they needed to rest, but wasn’t it like 2 whole weeks since tour ended at that point.

but what’s the excuse now, this isn’t the first time in the past couple months they’ve done this either. the stalking situation cannot be used as reasoning either because matt especially has been the most active he’s been in months this past week, and if that was the issue they would have gone completely silent. if they were to have been silent all week, and not post today because of the situation. i would have 100% understood, i’m sure we all would. but that hasn’t been the case

i get nervous saying this shit because people lick their arses so bad in this fandom. like i love them so much, but it’s okay to call them out. they’ve one ‘public’ obligation a week, to post a 20 minute video on a friday at 2:30. that’s it. they don’t do anything else anymore. it’s not like we’re getting hours of twitch streams, wednesday videos, podcasts or anything. one video is all they gotta do. bare in mind it pays their rent, is their source of income, is the reason they are where they are. like how are we struggling with ts.

of course it’s also okay to be late with things, it happens. but again, this is their job. haven’t they been doing this long enough for this to be a non existent problem anymore. schedule videos if you know your gonna be busy or if there’s a chance your gonna miss a post. but the thing that bothers me if the lack of communication, being almost an hour late at this point is one thing, but for there to also be complete radio silence, is ridiculous. if your running late or even if you aren’t gonna post. it takes a second to tell us. they’ve got no communication skills with us anymore

i understand not wanting to talk to us like they used to, especially after the past week. but it’s still, again, their fucking job to do this shit. i feel like it’s not a lot to expect. this is probaly at this point the most hate they’ve ever gotten in their career with the ‘their falling off’ and ‘their gonna quit soon’ shit, so if that isn’t the case wouldn’t you go out of the way to improve your content and do the absolute most to ensure people stop talking. not to make it worse, again.

i feel like it this point it’s starting to piss everyone off. at the end of the day, their 21 year old men and this is their only job. when they do stuff wrong, we don’t have to baby them and act like the lack of accountability or communication is okay. in their line of work, that is quite literally their only responsibility. and even amongst everything going on with the hate at the minute. they clearly still don’t care.

this obviously isn’t just about not posting today, cs that would be slightly dramatic lol. but this has been a problem for months and months. even before tour. there’s no excuses anymore.

edit:

well chris has just posted a pic on instagram and nick is liking posts so clearly their all fine and there’s nothing wrong for all the people using that as an excuse. they just don’t even have the decency to tell us anymore, love this dynamic we’ve got going on with them now. 10/10 communication

don’t rip me to shreds please and thanks :)

[burningember0802]

Three's Company Ch. 2

Pairing: Robby x Abbot x Reader

Warnings: sexual content (nothing super explicit but gets more than PG13), cursing (let me know if I forget anything else!)

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: I'm so glad that people are liking the first chapter! Luckily I had time this week to go ahead and crank out the second one, hopefully y'all like it! Would you guys want some kind of taglist for this fic or masterlist of all the chapters as this fic goes on?? I'm planning on having it be a slow burn of sorts, not quite sure how long it'll end up being yet.

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You quickly got lost in your work as you jumped into the shift, your issue with the two attendings pushed to the back of your mind. You went about your shift as normal, working quickly and efficiently, making your way from patient to patient. You were quick on your feet, much quicker than most expected you to be, especially on your first day, not letting the new environment affect you. Throughout the day you felt Robby’s eyes on you though, not allowing the issue to fully leave your mind. You caught him looking at you a couple times while you were working and when you two were on a case together he had a certain look in his eyes as he watched and spoke to you that gave you a fluttering feeling in your stomach. You tried to brush it off in your head as him just observing you on your first day and getting a feel for you as a doctor. 

Robby was impressed with you as he watched you throughout the shift. He noticed the way you were quick on your feet, quick to analyze the situation and assess the best options. You were good with patients too, having a charming and soft demeanor that put patients at ease while still showing that you were confident in what you were doing. He couldn’t help the way his eyes kept falling to your figure throughout the shift. He was observing your skills as a new resident but it was deeper than that. He couldn’t help but analyze the way you interacted with your coworkers in the ER, with him. He had a gnawing feeling in his stomach the whole shift as he was nervous about the situation between him, his boyfriend, and you. He didn’t want the one night between the three of you to cause you to want to leave the Pitt before you really even started, especially now that he saw your skills. He wanted to keep you on here, make you comfortable, and be professional about the whole situation. He couldn’t help but also want to get to know you better, to feel drawn towards you, just like he and Jack had been that first night. Robby quickly pushed those thoughts out of his mind, not letting himself linger on the idea of getting to know you better outside of a work setting, believing that’s something you would never want.

The shift went by quickly due to the constant rotation of patients in the ER. The constant flow of patients kept you busy, leaving little room for breaks, but you still managed to get some small talk with your coworkers throughout the day. You wanted to make a good impression on everyone, show them your skills, maybe make some friends. You quickly clicked with Dr. Mel King and Dr. Samira Mohan especially. You and Mel quickly became friendly as you discussed the struggles of working in medicine as neurodivergent people, especially being on the sensitive side. You and Samira quickly bonded over your want to focus on taking care of each patient thoroughly and taking your time with them if needed. The three of you had a lot in common and you ended up working with them frequently throughout the day, allowing for small chatting here and there. Getting to know different people around the ER helped ease your anxiety about being there. 

You were sitting at the nurses station finishing up some charting while shift change was happening when you caught a view of Dr. Abbot walking in out of your peripheral vision. You watched him find Robby before the two of them made their way to a stairwell nearby, disappearing. Robby and Jack walked up the stairwell to their spot on the roof in a comfortable silence. Once reaching the roof they stood shoulder to shoulder looking out at the early morning Pittsburgh skyline. “So how’d it go on the shift with her?” Jack asked, breaking the silence between the two. “It went surprisingly well…she’s really good Jack. She’s quick on her feet, smart, good with patients.” Robby says with a sigh. Jack nods, turning his head to meet his gaze. “Did you say anything to her about…everything?” He questioned. “I talked to her for a second…she made me a coffee without me asking, just handing it to me. She said she had no idea, and of course I told her we didn’t either obviously and that this all isn’t anyone’s fault. Then I told her the three of us could talk more about it together later, figure out how we want to handle it.” Robby explains, meeting Jack’s unwavering gaze. “How’d she react?” Jack asks. “She said she agreed and I told her that obviously while on the clock everything will be strictly professional between the three of us and it’ll be like it never even happened.” Robby explained, his shoulders tense. Jack places a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it slightly before moving his hand to run through Robby’s dark hair for a moment, trying to ease his anxiety. “It’ll be fine…I promise…we should probably catch her and plan a time to talk now though before she leaves…get it done sooner rather than later…” Jack says, his voice calm and comforting, anchoring Robby back to reality as he runs his fingers through his hair. Robby’s eyes close softly as he lets out a groan. “I know, I know.” Jack can’t help but smirk at him before pressing a short, soft kiss to his lips. “It’ll be fine babe, we’ll figure it out. Now come on.” He says softly as he pulls away from the kiss, grabbing Robby’s hand and leading him towards the stairwell again. 

The two men walk back onto the bustling ER floor. You sit at the nurses station finishing the last bit of the chart you were working on when your attention’s pulled away. “Hey, you have a minute?” Robby says softly, leaning on the counter above your computer, Jack next to him in the same position. You flick your gaze up to look at the two men in front of you. “Um, yeah, give me just one second to finish and close out this chart.” You say quietly, looking back down to the computer to finish and close out the chart quickly. Then you stand up, wrapping one of your arms around your torso in an attempt at self soothing your anxiety. Jack nods to the empty family room before walking that way with Robby and you right behind him. 

Once the three of you are in the room Jack closes the door, giving your guys some privacy. You stand there with your gaze fixed to the ground, scared to meet the brown eyes of the two men in front of you. “So how do we want to handle this…” Jack says, starting the conversation none of you guys wanted to start. “I don’t know…” You say letting out a sigh. “I definitely didn’t expect the guys I randomly had a threesome with to become my bosses” You say, letting out a bitter chuckle. Robby and Jack could help but chuckle at that too. “Yeah, fuck, neither did we…” Robby says with a chuckle. “I mean I guess the best thing would be to just act like it didn’t happen? I don’t want this to affect how either of you treat me or my work here.” You explain, finally daring to meet their gazes. They both nod as they listen. “I know neither of us want this to affect your work, that’s the last thing we want. No one here even knows Robby and I are together so we should have no problem acting professionally around each other.” Jack explains, trying to ease your worry. “Okay…good…” You say, letting out a sigh. 

Now that it was understood between the three of you that you guys were basically going to act like the weekend didn’t happen you felt a lot better about everything. The three of you stand in a comfortable silence for a moment before Jack speaks up. “You left without saying goodbye this weekend…” Jack says, looking at you, a small smirk on his face. “I-I just don’t normally do the whole one night stand thing or the threesome thing so I guess I kind of panicked when I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep and didn’t know how to deal with the morning after. I thought it would be better to just leave before you guys woke up to make it easier and less awkward on everyone.” You ramble, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment. “That sure worked didn’t it?” Robby says with a laugh. You couldn’t help but laugh because he was right, this was way more awkward than any morning after ever could be. “We were hoping to get to know you better over breakfast, but you left before we could.” Robby continues with a small smirk.

The admission that they wanted to know you more than just a normal one night stand would scared you, terrified you actually. You were never good at people taking a liking to you romantically, being too scared of being vulnerable, of being hurt like you had been in the past, that your first instinct had evolved to shut down and run. This admission on top of the anxiety you had felt all day tipped you over the edge, leading to you reacting before you had much time to really think about it. “Um…I’m sorry…I think we should just keep our relationship strictly professional…” You quickly ramble, averting their gaze the whole time, the floor suddenly being the most interesting thing in the room. “I-I really need to go anyway…” You ramble out before quickly walking out of the room, leaving the two men stunned. 

[raineyconstellations]

As Long As You’d Like || Reader x Bob

“ Wow, congratulations! “

It had been decided, Robert Reynolds, Bob, would be permitted to leave the tower. Finally after almost a year of counseling and on and off training sessions he was being included in field operations.

You offered him a lopsided smile as you lowered the heat on the pan and wiped your hands on the front of your apron fully turning to take him in. You really couldn’t help the laugh that left your lips as you saw the man before you seemingly trying to fold in on himself. He looked everything but excited, more like a cat that had been harnessed and was about to be thrown out into the world for the first time.

“ I-I’m just not sure I’m…100 percent ready you know. “

He shrugged as he hid his hands in the oversized sleeves of his shirt, but even through the fabric you could already see the nervous fidgeting. His eyes darted left and right, up and down, unsure where it would be safe to rest. You noticed whenever Bob was about to say the worst things about himself he was always reluctant to look you in the eye.

“ Robert Reynolds.”

At the sound of his full name he stiffened, just like a cat that had been spooked and you swore you could hear him gulp down his negative comments. His fingers flexed but they remained at his side refusing to nervously tear at the already sensitive skin surrounding his nails.

“ Give yourself a little more credit bud, I know it’s sometimes a little hard to step back and see our accomplishments but you good sir. You have come a long way from where you started and you should be very proud of that. “

You turned away from him but not before seeing the tops of his ears burn red in embarrassment.

Your attention shifted to the dishes piled up high in the sink and with a sigh you motioned him to step forward and help you. You could have thrown them in the dishwasher, but truth be told you hated those things and washing dishes by hand was always therapeutic. It was also something mundane, something ordinary that Bob had quite taking a liking to helping you with as well.

He stumbled towards the sink , arms raised already memorizing the routine and you without skipping a beat leaned forward and rolled his sleeves up before handing him the dish towel.

“ I guess I could only play Rapunzel for so long. “

“ Bob, even Rapunzel left her tower. I’ll give you a cast iron skillet if it would make you feel better.“

“ Will you be my Pascal. “

“ Only if I’m allowed to sit on your shoulders. “

You splashed him and the both of you shared a couple laughs, while the tension hadn’t completely left him it was at least a little better and those negative words Bob had thought about throwing at himself had burst like the bubbles in the sink.

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After the first mission it was like a bomb had been set off. The team remained busy and poor Bob was strung along without a chance to breathe or even think for that matter. Valentina called it public exposure therapy, aka the team really needed to be seen publicly and garner good press.

For the majority of your time, there was not much you could do but cook for yourself and the furry friends that had been entrusted to your care while everyone else was away. It became quite boring quite fast and on many days you found yourself pacing Bob’s little reading nook dusting the area for what seemed to be the 50th time.

You didn’t want to admit it, but the absence of Bob was felt. While you had been around the team, they would come and go whenever they pleased, but Bob remained a constant presence and now you were missing that presence.

On days where the harsh words of your own conscious were too much to take ; normal, boring, plain - you would take yourself out to explore the city. You would immerse yourself, exploring the food scene discovering what new recipes or ingredients you could bring to the team. You thought about Bob and at the end of everyday, you would bring something back to the tower that reminded you of him.

Sometimes a book, a bookmark, or maybe some teas you thought would help Bob through his sleepless nights or lazy mornings. Sometimes you would even take cuttings from local flowers and press them into the pages of the books you brought home for him. On days you didn’t feel like wondering out, you would leave sticky notes around his nook.

‘ The ole lady said this recipe was good for sore throats . ‘

‘ This one is good for sniffles. ‘

‘ Hearty, packed with potatoes. You like potatoes. ‘

‘ I am Pascal and Pascal is me. ‘

‘ I miss Rapunzel. ‘

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Where he had found you had surprised him. Body curled up in the sofa chair located in his reading nook, head pressed to your chest in what looked to be an uncomfortable sleeping position. A small bubble of drool at the corner of your lips, and one of the books he had finished before leaving on these publicity missions cracked open in your lap.

The more he let his eyes wonder the more he discovered. What had been an empty coffee table beside the chair was now stacked high with a pile of books. Titles he hadn’t seen in his collection before leaving, books that had also been decorated in sticky notes. He picked one up.

‘ Spice cake, Bob likes cinnamon. ‘

‘Saw a cat, looked like Bob. ‘

‘ New shop on 5th, Bob might like. ‘

‘ Weighted blanket for Bob. ‘

Every sticky note was addressed to him and the more he read the more the warmth in his chest grew. It felt full, like at any moment it could burst and he couldn’t help the prickle at the corner of his eyes .

Cause never in his life, did Bob think that he would have someone waiting for him. Someone missing him, who wanted him around so often to do mundane things with like wash dishes, or cook. You were the most normal abnormal thing in his life and he couldn’t help the awful bad thoughts asking him “ Until when? “

“ As long as you’d like.”

He jumped not realizing that he had asked out loud and you grinned as you smacked your lips then closed your eyes and went back to blissful sleep. Your body sinking further into the couch, as if finally finding the perfect state of peace.

As long as he’d like. He smiled as he sat with his back against the couch, laying his head on the tops of your legs where you instinctively ran your fingers through his curls. His eyes closed and all the tension he had felt these past few weeks melted away.

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[hybbart]

I'm so glad you're talking about Skizz's fumble (to put it lightly) as well; I know that some artists feel reluctant to acknowledge it because they have met/interacted with the Hermits, so for an artist I follow and look up to to be making their fans aware is relieving to see

I've seen a lot of fans say that it's not that big of a deal, and that makes me feel like I'm overreacting for feeling hurt, so to see that other people are taking it seriously helps

Thank you, and peace be with you

This is going to be the last ask I answer about this situation. After this I'm not talking about it again.

First of all, please don't look up to me I'm just a mess. Second, I don't begrudge any fanartist for not talking about something regardless of their reason. Fandom isn't a job and theyre not professionals, they're here to have fun like everyone else and no matter how popular they aren't any more or less responsible for a fandom than anyone else.

To some people it isn't a big deal, and what he said makes up for it, or don't directly interact with his mods and so only care that he himself is not a bigot. Obviously, I disagree, mostly because I think he's hypocritical and unearthed a completely different issue unrelated to what he's said.

I should say, I do not think Skizz himself is a bigot or transphobic, I believe him when he says he supports queer people. I think if he didn't you would be very much aware. And I don't think he's irredeemable because of this fumble. I think he needs to fire certain people and better understand what his words mean. He made a lot of people not feel safe and aware of who he pays to watch them, and that's not something you can put back in the box with just words.

I'm not surprised it was Skizz because Skizz does not have the filter or public figure mindset the others have developed over years of streaming, and he's only just gotten big enough for a fumble like this to get attention. My main concern now is that he will walk away thinking it was simply a problem of using the wrong word. It just happened so I'm willing to give him time to have the chance to fix his mistake.

Beyond that, though, I just do not like controversial creators. I do not have that sort of parasocial relationship even with youtubers I directly work with and am friends with. There's millions of creators out there I do not need to watch this one who I am now not going to be able to watch without remembering this.

I guess my point is, this is my reaction and how I'm choosing to deal with it. I'm not demanding anyone agree with me or think it's a fair response, how other people feel about it is their business. I only ask that they honestly think about why they feel the way they do. Some people might feel it's not an audience's place to push creators into being different, and that that's parasocial and righteous in its own way. Maybe it is. I just don't have time and energy to waste on creators that I'm not enjoying my time with, and making me question the safety of people I care about is a quick way to make me feel like it isn't worth it to guess.

[deadhands69]

In The Stacks

Part 5: The Elevator

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

A mysterious library patron catches your eye, seeking information about his past life. You help him, stirring up your own past in the process. Contains: gn/afab reader, SMUT, cussing, mentions of injuries/violence, obsessive/yandere behavior (mentions and/or includes: stalking, drugging, kidnapping, probably more if you squint), spoilers.

[previous] this is part 5

[series masterlist]

"I desire violently– and I wait."

– Anaïs Nin

— — more tags added for this chapter, please read them before proceeding + as usual, minors do not interact with this series — —

You sit slouched over the back of a chair, staring at the twenty something texts you’ve sent since yesterday with no response from Tenko. The further the day goes on without seeing him, the more you wish the ground would split open and swallow you whole. It's the least the world could do to put you out of your misery. 

To make matters worse, it's May 9th. The one year anniversary of the final war ending. There's a celebration planned and everything so people have flooded in from all over Japan, packing themselves into the three block memorial park and surrounding businesses. This leaves the library fairly dead, which is unfortunate because you could use the distraction.

Most distractions. As long as it’s not that festival.

For obvious reasons, you have complicated feelings about the celebration and have been planning on staying home tonight. You think Tenko would go though, it seems like the kind of thing he would find funny. Maybe if he doesn't respond by then, you should go there to look for him. 

“Ahem,” a dry voice calls out behind you. You spin around to find an older woman in a teal sweater looking very annoyed by having to wait a few extra seconds to check her books out. You take her library card and the books, scanning each of them.

“They’ll be due in two weeks,” your voice autopilots itself, “have a nice day.”

Walking away, she grumbles something you can’t quite hear. You don't really care, she's in here all the time and she's made so many complaints about everyone working that no one will take it seriously if she reports you anyways. 

“Is this mood thing you have going on because your boyfriend’s not here today?” Ao teases as he returns from shelving books. 

“He's not my boyfriend,” you hear the blank tone of your voice and it almost makes you shutter. “He's…we just got coffee once. Er, twice.”

You’re not really sure why you’re hiding your relationship with Tenko, especially from Ao. He tells you all of his boy issues. Besides, even if Tenko (or is it Tomura now that you've accidentally reminded him?) used to be a super villain, he has a pretty good alibi with a paper trail of articles on his origins now, thanks to you. On top of that, Tomura Shigaraki has a death record and he doesn’t publicly go by that name anymore. You don't think he does, at least. Therefore, as far as anyone else is concerned he doesn't even exist. 

But, on the other hand, at no point in your hooking up around the building has he ever referred to himself as your boyfriend or implied it would be okay for others to know. Maybe he’s just looking out for your job, but you’re not about to out everything without talking to him first. You've waited for so long, you have to get this right. 

So, for now, not publicly your boyfriend. But, he is your soulmate. The person you built this entire life around with nothing but a mere hint of their continued existence. He means so much more to you than any of the ways you could ever explain it to anyone else and any words you could possibly come up with would only cheapen it. 

Sure, he doesn't seem to be talking to you at the moment, but you'll win him back quickly enough. You have to. 

“Uh huh, sure,” Ao jokes, “I’ve seen how you look at each other. You’ve been staring at him for a month. The first time he walked in, I thought I'd need a mop to wipe up all the drool. If he’s not your boyfriend yet, you need to fix that.”

“Trying,” you groan, checking your notification-less phone once more.

“Oh,” he catches on, “oh no. What happened?”

“I,” you try to think of how to phrase this without incriminating anyone, “I said something I shouldn’t have. I’ve been helping him find information on some things and I had more information to give but didn’t share all of it because it needed to be the right time. Then I let it slip accidentally at a very wrong time. And I need to make it right, but he’s not responding right now.”

That’s mostly true. You did let it slip that you had more information at the wrong time, but you also weren’t telling him because what former villain would want to be with a hero? You needed him to get to know you better and see how much the two of you are meant for each other before he realized who he used to be. Now, you’ll have to find another way to make him see that. That’s not something you can ask advice for though.

“How long has it been?” Ao asks, snapping you back to reality.

“Since yesterday, but he usually gets here two hours ago and he’s not replying so he’s obviously avoiding me.”

“That’s not very long. And this information you shared, it sounds sensitive. The kind of sensitive that someone could need a day or two to process? This might not be about you at all.”

“Maybe,” you grumble, “or maybe he’ll forever associate me with it and hate me for it. Shooting the messenger and all that.” 

“Hmm, I see.” Ao considers, “how about this: let’s wait a day or two before assuming anything. Things come up, how do you know he’s not at home with food poisoning or something and can't charge his phone?”

You roll your eyes, hiding the closest thing to a smile you’ve had all day. “Well, now I’m going to be worried about that.” 

“Always here to help,” Ao says, pushing away an empty cart, “but alas, my shift is ending and I need to get home to change for the celebration tonight. You going to be okay for the rest of the evening?”

“Yeah,” you say, not even convincing yourself, “it’ll be fine.”

He leaves to clock out, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

“Really,” he says on his way out the door, “call me if you need anything.”

In some ways, talking to Ao about Tenko made you feel a bit better. As much as you hate to admit it, part of you was starting to think you’d been hallucinating him and it’s nice to have another human verify his existence. You still have no clue how he’s still here though. There are so many questions you have for him.

First, you need to get through this.

He wasn’t upset with you yesterday, at least it didn’t seem like it. Tomura came immediately after you said his name. That’s not the response someone would have if they’re unhappy about it, right?

You keep replaying that moment over and over again in your head. Committing every detail to memory, trying to find any hint of a clue you missed like reliving it could give you some missing key to crack the code of why he's not responding.  

At first, it seemed okay. He pulled you in closer. His hand gripped yours while wrapping his arms around you. He stayed like this for a while just holding you. When he pulled away to zip up his pants, his face shifted like he'd just realized something. He didn't look sad, more concerned. Almost like he was afraid of you. 

“Uhm, I have to go,” is all he mumbled before grabbing his backpack and rushing down the stairs. At the time, you were confused but figured he’d explain later. Now, it’s been over twenty four hours and you still don’t have an explanation.

The evening continues to pass, slowly.

The memory replays and you find yourself caught on the nicer parts. It’s a good enough alternative to dwelling on how much you miss him. 

His flawless hands. How perfectly they wrapped over yours as he pressed you into the bookshelf. You can’t imagine the quirk he used to have would work well for that, part of you is glad for whatever happened. In some small ways, at least. You obviously would have taken him either way, but you think some aspects of the life you're building together now are easier for you both. You'd imagine it wouldn't be easy to go through the world needing to constantly keep track of each of your fingers.

As much as you try to distract yourself with anything else, the replay continues. How he touched you. The way every part of his body fits with yours, like you were made for each other.

You feel so depraved having thoughts like this when he’s not even talking to you but you can’t help it. And, you tell yourself, you really shouldn’t be worried because he’ll be back soon enough. 

You’ll make sure of it. 

Part of you wonders if there’s a way you can force Tenko to talk to you. Not anything bad, just keeping him somewhere he has to stay until he hears you out. You could just tell him you're sorry you didn't say anything earlier, you were going to then he started hitting on you and you liked it so you waited. Saying that you found some article and connected the dots and you hope he's not upset with you for ruining the moment. He did say he wants you to know all of him, after all. Maybe he won’t remember that you were a hero and leave.

Now there's the next issue of how to get him somewhere alone and keep him there. He's stronger than you which might cause some difficulty. Your quirk? You could alw–

Wait, no. You can't believe this is where your mind is going. What the fuck are you thinking? There's no way you can actually hold him hostage. That's what it would be, right? You try to clear your head of it, but the idea lingers. Its mere existence in your brain left such an imprint of ‘but what if’ that you find yourself slipping back into planning it when you're not careful. 

Instead, you go back to the nicer thoughts again. Suddenly, they seem like a very reasonable distraction.

You keep thinking back to the way he held your hand like you'd pull away at any moment. Fingers wrapped tightly over yours. 

His hands. 

That's another inconsistency you haven't figured out yet. Tenko has all of his fingers. According to everything you've read on the internet, Tomura Shigaraki did not. Yet you're absolutely certain they're the same person. You've never had this much chemistry with anyone else in your life. It has to be him. 

Humans don't tend to grow back missing body parts on their own though. Is he a clone? A ghost? He feels warm, so you want to rule out the last one. Also, you think ghosts would have the same body they did at the time they died so that doesn't quite work. On that same note, clones are a blank slate so he wouldn't have the same scars either. Neither of these ideas hold water. 

You've always been partial to the theory that the video was fake, but once more, this leaves you with more questions that can only be answered by the person who doesn't remember.

You wonder what he does remember. Clearly his name or he would have just been confused.

His life before you feels so nebulous. You know he was a super villain. Then something happened. After that, he stayed here because of someone and it didn't work out. That part always hurt, knowing he had feelings for someone else after what happened between the two of you on the rooftop. He doesn't seem like the type to switch between people that quickly. If it did mean as much to him as it did to you, he obviously doesn't remember it.

You hear the patter of rain before seeing the streaks running down the windows. Rough day for an outdoor celebration. It reminds you of how Tenko associates rain with you. You wonder if he’s thinking about you right now. You hope so. 

As if you’d summoned him, Tenko walks in precisely one hour before closing. 

He looks like he’s fairing as well as you in all of this. The lack of sleep is apparent on his face with the dark puffy circles under his eyes. Still, he’s breathtaking. You've never seen anyone so beautiful, even when he hasn't slept.

Nervously, he approaches the circulation desk, leaving a cup of coffee in front of you. His eyes catch yours for a moment before he looks away. Turning, he walks out before you can say anything. 

You want to chase him. Your body stays glued in place though, glancing down at the cup.

The order is scratched out with the words “we need to talk” scrawled on the side of the cardboard sleeve. You guess he wanted to make sure you noticed what he wrote?

You couldn’t agree more though. 

The next hour goes agonizingly slow, dragging out without a single patron, everyone is at the festival. You forgot how tiring that can be. Ten minutes in advance, your manager decides to close early to “let you go to the celebration.”

That’s…nice of her.

"Thanks," you yawn, dragging yourself to pull your backpack and jacket out of your cubby.

By the time you’re packed up to leave, you’re absolutely exhausted. As you walk out the door, you keep feeling like you’re missing something but not awake enough to place what it is. 

It’s probably just from missing Tomura. Tenko. Whoever.

At first you thought the coffee he left would help, but you chugged it and even that couldn’t put a dent in not sleeping for two nights straight.

You can rest tonight though. First you have to make sure everything is okay with him. He wants to talk. It'll be okay.

As you walk out of the library doors, he steps from behind a pillar. His hair is lightly misted by the rain earlier. Was he waiting for you this whole time?

“Where were you today, you didn't respond to any of my messages,” you ask, trying to keep the despair from seeping into your voice. 

“I was busy,” he says blankly. 

“Oh. I see.” You might as well jump right into it before you overthink. “Uh, and I'm sorry. I found some information in an article connected to who you were, are, and I should have told you earlier,” your voice wavers and comes out way too fast, but you get through what you need to. 

Tenko has no reaction, simply replying with, “right. You don’t have to pretend anything right now, we’ll talk about it. And you don’t have to be afraid of me, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.” 

He takes your shaking hand, steadying you as you walk. “I’m not–”

“Come on,” he replies, cutting you off. “Really. You don’t have to say any of this, I obviously see how nervous you are.”

You want to respond. To find the perfect thing to say in the moment, but you’re just too drained from work. The words never come. 

The two of you pass through the crowd of people lingering outside, the bout of rain earlier did nothing to deter them. Everyone seems so happy, going about their lives that they don’t notice either of you. Before you know it, you’re passing through the big glass doors of your apartment building.

Stepping into the elevator, you start to pull your backpack off to reach the keys and keycard hooked to it out of habit, but Tenko stops you. 

“I’ve got it,” he mumbles, “don’t worry about anything– you look tired. Like cute tired. It's good,” he adds cursing under his breath while trying to correct himself. He pulls your keys out, pressing a button that looks vaguely correct. You’re not sure, your eyes are getting bleary so it’s hard to focus.

Leaning back into a corner, you allow yourself to rest for a moment. He steps in front of you, surrounding you.

It feels nice to have him back like this.

You love this; it's where you belong.

“You know,” Tenko says, hand reaching for the railing behind you, “I tried so many times to see if you remembered me. Saying I died, how we met. You never reacted once. Now, I know you know who I am. How long were you going to wait to say something?”

“I would have told you eventually,” you yawn. “I just needed you to find out the right way. It never felt right. You deserve to know things in the," you yawn, "in the right way, I don't want you to be hurt by anything.” 

Your head is spinning with exhaustion.

“You were...protecting me?” he asks, shocked at the idea anyone would ever think to do that. “Why?”

It takes everything in you to get your words out coherently. 

“Because I love you.”

Tomura’s face shifts to confusion. “Really?”

“Yeah, of course I do,” you mumble.

“Fuck,” he half laughs, looking away. 

The last thing you remember before the drowsiness overtakes you is the railing at your back crumbling to dust.

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[tubatutan]

GOODNIGHT – TAEHYUN X FEM READER

themes: fluff

summary: falling asleep with Taehyun by your side after a stressful day

warnings: short but sweet^^

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For something my body depends on for rejuvenation, you would think that sleeping would be very easy.

It’s not. Not at all.

Especially with how busy life has been lately. Work is becoming more demanding, I barely have time to myself, and when I do, I don’t know what to do with it, I can barely take care of my own boyfriend.

He hasn’t complained… yet.

He’s been very supportive and understanding of my circumstances and all that, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling like a terrible and neglectful girlfriend.

23:29

But I called him anyway and he picked up and came in less than fifteen minutes.

There he stood, as beautiful as he is, in pyjama pants and a hoodie. I didn’t give him the chance to say hi, I just jumped into his arms and hugged him as soon as he entered my flat, which he gladly accepted.

After closing and locking the door behind him, he made his way to my bedroom with me wrapped around him.

He chuckled, “Can you please let me go so I can properly greet you and then we can get to all that?” I groaned against the crook of his neck but complied anyway.

“Hi, how are you?”  

“I’m good and yourself?” He asked while stroking the side of my head, I closed my eyes and leaned into it, “Exhausted.”

Saying that made me feel guilty seeing the worried look on his face. I went to lie down on my unmade bed, pulling him down with him above me. Taehyun gave me a smile before he leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips, I placed my hand on his cheek and deepened the kiss. He was slow and gentle, as if I would break if he went too fast.

His lips eventually left mine and he went to press kisses on my neck, causing me to let out a whine. I really did miss him, to a point where I could feel the ache starting to form between my legs.

But I haven’t had proper sleep in ages. I hate my life.

With a sigh, I put my hand on Taehyun’s chest and pushed him away slightly leaving him confused.

“I’m sorry, I just…”

He went to lay beside me and stroked my hair, but gave me a soft smile once he could tell what I was going to say, “Tired?”

I nodded with a solemn expression, “I’m really sorry, I do want to make it up to you and it’s unfair to have a girlfriend who can’t even satisfy her own boyfriend.” With tears welling up in my eyes and falling down the sides of my face, Taehyun wiped each one that came down with his thumb.

“I missed you, a lot. Even though I do get lonely sometimes, I understand why you’re not as present as before. Adult life is tough on everyone recently and that isn’t your fault. I’m quite offended you would think I’d be that type of boyfriend.” He said jokingly at the end, causing me to let out a light chuckle.

“Well, you are still a man.”

“Yes, a man who is in love with you and would never chase something temporary when the going got tough. I love you and will always be here.”

And with that, I started sobbing.

“Hey, don’t cry, you’ll get a headache.” That calmed me down a bit and we just laid there in silence for a moment, with him stroking my hair and planting kisses on my cheeks and forehead before he gave me one last kiss on the lips.

Before any of us could say anything else, Taehyun got up and pushed me up to the top of the bed with his hands under my shoulders. He laid down beside me and pulled the comforter over the both of us before pulling me into his arms.

“Rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.” I followed his request and felt myself drifting.

“I love you.” I said muffled into his chest.

“I love you too, goodnight.” With one last kiss to my forehead, I fell asleep.

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That’s all folks…

There will be a part two ^^

[loversrocktvgirl2]

my mini multiverse of madness… 

Workshop (Tony Stark x Reader AU)

word count: ~1.1k

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Tony Stark was good at flying solo. He was good at getting things done, inventing and reinventing and reinventing, and when he couldn’t sleep at night or didn’t want to think about anything else, he knew that he could tinker, and that was exactly what he did. It was starting to get to the point where the Avengers were worrying about his sanity. Well, it was a bit more like Nat, Steve, and Nick who cared. Everyone else had noticed, but it was Tony. It seemed normal for his hyperactive brain. 

Nick tried sending other people down while Tony worked. He began with Steve, and Steve walked down to the workshop, opened it up with the key Nick had given hi, and offered to Tony to help him out. Tony just quirked an eyebrow, looked over at Steve, and said one word. “You?”

Very seriously, Steve nodded. “Yes. Me. Is there anything I can do to help you out here?”

Tony snorted and returned to his work, ignoring Steve entirely. So Steve went back upstairs. The next day, Nick tried sending down Nat. Nat was slightly less ignored than Steve, but Tony quickly forgot she was there and forgot to give her anything to do, so she went back upstairs and informed Nick of the situation. Nick decided he was just going to run an intervention instead. 

“Tony,” Nick said. “You have spent twenty hours of the past twenty-four down in your workshop. It’s not healthy, and you need to stop.”

“Hey, I slept for those four! That’s pretty good for me,” Tony argued. 

Nick rolled his eyes. “Case in point, buddy. It’s not. Either we get someone down there to work with you so you stop overworking yourself, or you minimize the hours you’re there. What’s it gonna be?”

“The second one,” Tony grumbled.

And Tony tried. He really did. He tried not to be in the workshop every waking minute, tried to stay upstairs, converse with people, bully Steve in his free time instead of working. But then he slipped into the habit of sneaking downstairs into the workshop when Nick wasn’t around, and it did not take long before Nick caught on. 

And so you were hired. 

You walked on in to the workshop like you were walking into work, which, of course, you were, but Tony was more relaxed about these things. He seemed confused at first. His eyes flicked up and down and then he asked, “who are you?” 

“Uh, Nick hired me,” you informed. “He said that you needed someone to help out. I needed a new job. Ta-da! Here I am.” Your tone was laced with a hint of sarcasm that made Tony snort. And while he considered kicking you out, he decided that he really didn’t feel like it, and so he just went back to business. 

You just got in his business. It bothered him at first. Tony, again, preferred to fly solo. But he was starting to get some of your helpfulness. You’d solve problems before he could get to them, just to let him continue working on the project. He was doing things…more quickly, he supposed, and your presence was oddly comforting, despite the fact that he knew little about you. At 6 pm, you told him you were going to leave, and so he walked you out. During this brief time upstairs, he managed to get himself roped into a game of Monopoly. 

The next day, you showed up again at 8:30 am, didn’t bother to reintroduce yourself, and got right back to working with Tony. It went on for weeks. He actually looked forward to you coming, and when you left, he often wouldn’t go back downstairs into the workshop. But then he was starting to realize he didn’t know some very basic things about you. He knew your name, but…how old were you? What was your last name? Middle name? Favorite food, favorite movie, favorite book? He had no idea.

So the next time you showed up and got to working with him, Tony decided to ask some questions. As you were helping him attach two chest pieces of the Iron Man suit together, Tony asked, “so uh…what kinds of stuff do you like?”

“What do you mean?” you inquired, screwing in a bolt. 

“Well, I see you every day, and I don’t know anything about you,” Tony replied as he screwed in the bolts on the opposite side. “C’mon, you’ve gotta have likes and dislikes, a personality maybe?”

You snorted. “Uh… I mean, sure, yeah. I’ve got stuff I like to watch when I get home. Music I like.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” And you get talking. 

Tony’s a hyperverbal guy. He can talk for hours. And he’s actually pretty fun to talk to, as long as you’ve got the energy to deal with him. And you somehow do. 

It’s not long before Nick and the Avengers start to catch on to the fact that Tony likes you. “Don’t date her, Tony, she’s the best thing that’s happened to your mental state, and I would rather you not sacrifice that,” Natasha said. And yes. Tony valued Natasha and her opinion. But he decided to take that specific one with a grain of salt, and he went ahead and asked you out anyway. 

“Aren’t you technically my boss?” you countered. 

“Well, technically, Nick is your boss. I am just your only coworker,” Tony argued. 

You shrugged. “Sounds fine, then.”

The first date you go with Tony on is to a wing bar. You get the spiciest wings off the menu and try to beat each other at who can eat the most of them (they are ungodly hot), and then the two of you get stupider and decide to see if you drink the other one under the table. For a couple of geniuses, you’re both idiots. 

Now, you were both way too drunk to drive, so Tony called Rhodey to come and pick you both up. Rhodey was shaking his head in the front seat while you and Tony giggled in the back of the car like teenagers. 

Nick wasn’t happy about this at first, but he knew there was no way to really fully control Tony, and he eventually learned to let go of it. Besides, you’re Tony’s healthiest and longest lasting relationship in the past decade. Who would he be to break it up? 

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[anto-pops]

Hey Anto! Hope you're doing better 💖 This isn't a FF idea or something, just wanted to know your opinion on this ✨

Let's say MC and Sebastian like each other but they don't act/speak about it on their fifth year, MC is too busy with her own eventful life and Sebastian is too focused on curing Anne's curse.

Sebastian relies a lot on MC on their fifth year looking for a cure for Anne, but what about when everything's over? After he killed Solomon, Anne doesn't speak to him, Ranrok is defeated... How do they act around each other? Do they drift apart for a little while before they acknowledge their feelings? or does it make them get even closer?

I can see Ominis struggling coming to terms with what Sebastian did, even if he doesn't turn him in, he might need some time and space, leaving Sebastian alone with MC to deal with it.

I don't see MC struggling as much as Ominis because she really means it when she says that Sebastian's regretting it is enough punishment for him. She could be very supportive of Sebastian after everything, and that could lead to something else in the future.

On the other hand, if they drift apart for awhile before acknowledging their feelings, I can totally see it being Sebastian's fault. Sebastian loves too deeply, he gives it all, he risks it all. And after loosing Anne for going to far for her it might be overwhelming knowing he's developing that kind of strong feelings towards MC. What if there comes a situation where he feels like he's got to burn the world to ashes for her? He knows he'd do it. And it's hard to make peace with the way he loves. It's dangerous, it's overwhelming, it's everywhere in himself. What if he ends up pushing you away the way he did Anne? He wouldn't stand it, not again.

Eventually they could find their happy ending, but not without hardships.

In another line of messy thoughts:

I see the MC who absorbed the repository's magic for herself, because it's her power, being Sebastian's other perfect half. Sebastian's attracted to dark arts, magic is magic, for him there's no such thing as good or bad magic, just magic. Something similar to MC, magic, ancient, repository's magic... All magic, and all hers. There's no need to separate them when it's all the same for her in the end. They have a mutual understanding, they push each other to tests their limits. A true power couple at that. For better or for worse.

And about your Sebastian HC breeding kink, I totally picture him obsessed with how a kid with MC and all her different magics comes out.

This came out longer than intended, shows I have no one to talk about it at home. 🥹

That's okay lovie, you can always share your character takes with me, I LOVE big blocks of text psychoanalyzing our faves 😌

Funny enough, I agree with literally everything you said LOL. Sebastian would probably retreat into himself following the events of his fifth-year, and I think he would feel complicated about MC's forgiveness. Like he'd be grateful obviously, but he'd be simultaneously dealing with the emotional repercussions of his choices.

He killed his uncle.

His sister vanished and basically cut him off.

His best friend definitely doesn't look at him the same anymore.

While his actions were kept secret, the other students look at him funny and keep away from him. They can tell something has changed about him, and it unnerves them.

His whole world got turned upside down– and then BOOM– romantic feelings arise in the midst of all of that ?? He's gonna brood in solitude for a FAT minute.

If MC didn't turn him in but also keeps him at arms length for a while, it would make the entire situation more precarious. Sebastian is wracking his brain trying to figure out what he's feeling while trying to get back into MC's good graces, but he can't decide if it's worth it to do so. After all, everyone he's ever cared about has either died or left him, so why force any of those options on her ? He'll just make the decision himself and keep his feelings to himself.

Buuuut of course that's a bust. Sebastian fails spectacularly at avoiding her, and the easy camaraderie that led to both of them becoming friends in the first place rears its familiar, ugly head. Suddenly they're hanging out again; eating in the Great Hall, studying together in the library, and eventually making weekend trips to Hogsmeade. MC still ventures out into the Highlands and 100% asks Sebastian to accompany her at some point, and after they've killed a bunch of spiders in the bowels of some cave, Sebastian knows he's fucked.

He was never gonna succeed at banishing his feelings for her. Hell– she's perfect. A great fighter, cunning, smart, and scarily forgiving.

To reference your point about MC's magic: Sebastian is abso-fucking-lutely entranced by her abilities. She's like a living, breathing textbook from the Restricted Section that he can't help but want to get his hands on and read. The two of them had just scratched the surface in understanding what Isidora had been up to, and in the event MC absorbed the repository's power for herself ?? Yeah, he's salivating.

Like calls to like. Clearly she isn't inherently against accepting power that might be viewed as 'bad'. She thinks similarly to him. She's the yin to his yang, the Bonnie to his Clyde, etc. Sebastian is grossly smitten, and with enough time to deal with his turbulent emotions and self-loathing, he would embrace the fact that he cares for MC. She'd be in a similar boat, too– slowly coming to enjoy his company before eventually craving it.

The two of them have the potential to do great things if they put their heads together. Whether those things are 'great' in a good or bad way is a matter of opinion, but they wouldn't be able to deny their chemistry for long.

Inevitably, Sebastian and MC are joined at the hip– a power couple that takes Hogwarts by storm and makes their fellow classmates draw pause. No one can cross one without making an enemy of the other, and everyone knows better than to trifle with the Hero of Hogwarts. Her ancient magic is far from a secret at that point (although the repository magic probably is), and Sebastian is still a ruthless dueler and renowned megalomaniac.

Like two peas in a pod. Kindred spirits, indeed 👀💕

[respectthepetty]

The mere knowledge that Mork was quick to tell Day about his history in jail once Day's mother brought it up but he has been skirting around his sister even though she is haunting the narrative is a constant reminder that Mork is helping Day handle all his worries and fears as they spill out while he keeps his heart guarded.

The way Mork reacted to Day locking himself in his room, the song on the radio in her car, and the way he physically fights for the people he loves are all shaped by his sister, but he refuses to share that pain with others until it bursts out when he least expects it.

So when Mork is forced to confront the ghost of his sister and the emotions he buried after spending all this time focusing on everyone else, what will be the catalyst? What will push Mork to finally reveal what he fears the most isn't just losing the ones he loves, but believing he wasn't there for them? That he didn't fight hard enough for them? That he is the reason he lost them?

[thebroccolination]

This is the most correct response I’ve seen to the cast switch from Santa to Barcode:

[pwurrz]

quincy, sighing heavily: “alright, what’s going on? you’re making yakumo upset.”

dante, being even more blunt than usual: “what, like that’s a hard thing to do? he cries all the time anyways, most likely it wasn’t even my actions that upset him.”

quincy:

dante, suddenly hearing boss music: “…r-regardless of my intentions, my commentary was unnecessary and i probably hurt his feelings. i should.. apologize.. to him.”

quincy: “hm. good choice.”

[must-be-mythtaken]

hm. hate everything and everyone in the house but my partner hours. feels bad.

[gas-stxtion-a]

//cannot get all of my thoughts on jencerine together into one coherent post but anyway i just want y'all to know that this au is incredibly fucking funny to me entirely b/c it's like one step away from just being oc's. they're not even at the gas station anymore they finally move away and work at a bar instead.

[mckinlily]

Plot armor but it’s Bruce Wayne’s wealth.

Bruce is one of the richest men in the world. Bruce does not want to be one of the richest men in world.

He starts by implementing high starting salaries and full health care coverages for all levels at Wayne Enterprises. This in vastly improves retention and worker productivity, and WE profits soar. He increases PTO, grants generous parental and family leave, funds diversity initiatives, boosts salaries again. WE is ranked “#1 worker-friendly corporation”, and productively and profits soar again.

Ok, so clearly investing his workers isn’t the profit-destroying doomed strategy his peers claim it is. Bruce is going to keep doing it obviously (his next initiative is to ensure all part-time and contractors get the same benefits and pay as full time employees), but he is going to have to find a different way to dump his money.

But you know what else is supposed to be prohibitively expensive? Green and ethical initiatives. Yes, Bruce can do that. He creates and fund a 10 year plan to covert all Wayne facilities to renewable energy. He overhauls all factories to employ the best environmentally friendly practices and technologies. He cuts contracts with all suppliers that engage in unethical employment practices and pays for other to upgrade their equipment and facilities to meet WE’s new environmental and safety requirements. He spares no expense.

Yeah, Wayne Enterprises is so successful that they spin off an entire new business arm focused on helping other companies convert to environmentally friendly and safe practices like they did in an efficient, cost effective, successful way.

Admittedly, investing in his own company was probably never going to be the best way to get rid of his wealth. He slashes his own salary to a pittance (god knows he has more money than he could possibly know what to do with already) and keeps investing the profits back into the workers, and WE keeps responding with nearly terrifying success.

So WE is a no-go, and Bruce now has numerous angry billionaires on his back because they’ve been claiming all these measures he’s implementing are too expensive to justify for decades and they’re finding it a little hard to keep the wool over everyone’s eyes when Idiot Softheart Bruice Wayne has money spilling out his ears. BUT Bruce can invest in Gotham. That’ll go well, right?

Gotham’s infrastructure is the OSHA anti-Christ and even what little is up to code is constantly getting destroyed by Rogue attacks. Surely THAT will be a money sink.

Except the only non-corrupt employer in Gotham city is….Wayne Enterprises. Or contractors or companies or businesses that somehow, in some way or other, feed back to WE. Paying wholesale for improvement to Gotham’s infrastructure somehow increases WE’s profits.

Bruce funds a full system overhaul of Gotham hospital (it’s not his fault the best administrative system software is WE—he looked), he sets up foundations and trusts for shelters, free clinics, schools, meal plans, day care, literally anything he can think of.

Gotham continues to be a shithole. Bruce Wayne continues to be richer than god against his Batman-ingrained will.

Oh, and Bruice Wayne is no longer viewed as solely a spoiled idiot nepo baby. The public responds by investing in WE and anything else he owns, and stop doing this, please.

Bruce sets up a foundation to pay the college tuition of every Gotham citizen who applies. It’s so successful that within 10 years, donations from previous recipients more than cover incoming need, and Bruce can’t even donate to his own charity.

But by this time, Bruce has children. If he can’t get rid of his wealth, he can at least distribute it, right?

Except Dick Grayson absolutely refuses to receive any of his money, won’t touch his trust fund, and in fact has never been so successful and creative with his hacking skills as he is in dumping the money BACK on Bruce. Jason died and won’t legally resurrect to take his trust fund. Tim has his own inherited wealth, refuses to inherit more, and in fact happily joins forces with Dick to hack accounts and return whatever money he tries to give them. Cass has no concept of monetary wealth and gives him panicked, overwhelmed eyes whenever he so much as implies offering more than $100 at once. Damian is showing worrying signs of following in his precious Richard’s footsteps, and Babs barely allows him to fund tech for the Clocktower. At least Steph lets him pay for her tuition and uses his credit card to buy unholy amounts of Batburger. But that is hardly a drop in the ocean of Bruce’s wealth. And she won’t even accept a trust fund of only one million.

Jason wins for best-worst child though because he currently runs a very lucrative crime empire. And although he pours the vast, vast majority of his profits back into Crime Alley, whenever he gets a little too rich for his tastes, he dumps the money on Bruce. At this point, Bruce almost wishes he was being used for money laundering because then he’s at least not have the money.

So children—generous, kindhearted, stubborn till the day they die the little shits, children—are also out.

Bruce was funding the Justice League. But then finances were leaked, and the public had an outcry over one man holding so much sway over the world’s superheroes (nevermind Bruce is one of those superheroes—but the public can’t know that). So Bruce had to do some fancy PR trickery, concede to a policy of not receiving a majority of funds from one individual, and significantly decrease his contributions because no one could match his donations.

At his wits end, Bruce hires a team of accounts to search through every crinkle and crevice of tax law to find what loopholes or shortcuts can be avoided in order to pay his damn taxes to the MAX.

The results are horrifying. According to the strictest definition of the law, the government owes him money.

Bruce burns the report, buries any evidence as deeply as he can, and organizes a foundation to lobby for FAR higher taxation of the upper class.

All this, and Wayne Enterprises is happily chugging along, churning profit, expanding into new markets, growing in the stock market, and trying to force the credit and proportionate compensation on their increasingly horrified CEO.

Bruce Wayne is one of the richest men in the world. Bruce Wayne will never not be one of the richest men in the world.

But by GOD is he trying.

[xxlelaxx]

My daughter is in a screaming phase. She just spends the whole day shrieking and screaming and I have had the most terrible headache. The last night's she cried for a Minimum of two hours because of the teeth and today everything was fine. I did everything I could and it was fine. We fell asleep. I wake up 45 minutes later to her screaming again and I just can't take it anymore. I've had too little sleep and I've been around her for the last 3 days... Even when I was interacting with her she was still in the same room screeching. My husband complained after two hours and honestly next time he does I'm gonna tell him to shut up about it. I haven't stopped crying for an hour cause now I can't sleep again cause I'm so agitated. I hate mother hormones. I hate not being allowed to sleep. I hate headaches. I don't want to get up and finish all the chores.

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Ring of Rage? More Like Ring of Engage

The thing is, Tim didn't mean to put it on. He was just kind of playing with it to keep his hands busy while he was thinking about the recent murder case. GCPD had their hands full with the serial robbers that didn't rank high enough to catch Batman's attention, and Tim never had a problem with helping the police if he had time.

And the ring was a perfect fidget toy, if he is being honest. Small and plain enough not to distract him, but the round stone in the middle was loosely attached, making it able to spin inside the frame. Which is what he did, again and again, like those fidget spinners.

Of course, he was just destined to drop it sooner or later. And then, when he reached under the table to pick it up, his finger caught inside the ring, and, well.

The ring was now firmly on his finger.

The problem was that he couldn't take it off.

It wasn't stuck, at least not in the general sense of it - Tim could easily spin it around, and it wasn't tight. But it wasn't loose either, and as soon as he tried to move it past the knuckle, the ring heavily disagreed, almost like shrinking down and absolutely refusing to be detached.

Barbara suggested soap, which didn't work. Dick tried for a more mechanical approach, first with pliers and then with a laser, which the ring resisted with no effort. Cass, who was actually the one who brought the damned thing into the Cave after one of her adventures in Hong Kong, just smiled and shrugged, which was of no help either. Damian offered to cut the finger off, which probably would have helped, but Tim rather liked all his limbs attached.

Bruce called Constantine. The magician took one look at the ring, barked a humorless laugh, and pat Tim on the shoulder sympathetically.

"Congrats, mate," he said, a wry smile on his lips, "I hope you file for divorce."

Although, while all the rest of the Bats and Birds devolved into fits of hysterical laughter (Steph), indignant sputtering (Damian), and cries of outrage (everyone else sans Alfred, who was pointedly unimpressed), Tim couldn't even bring himself to be surprised. Really, his life had been a shitshow since he was around ten. It's not like he didn't expect himself to be accidentally married to some otherworldly magical creature by this point.

The worst part - worse than the actual engagement, that is - was that Constantine couldn't exactly tell them who the spouse was.

What he did say was that the Ring belonged to the King of Infinite Realms, Keeper of Unseen Worlds, and Eyes of Universe. But those were only titles, and, as John Constantine begrudgingly admitted, there has been a change in the management recently, so no one really knew what the new almighty monarch looked like or what they were, much less their whereabouts.

"You can't blame me for not being keen to find out, though," John said, wincing, "The last one was a bloody tyrant, and the Realms operate under the right of conquest rule."

At least, the mage assured them that since the being had not yet come to collect their shiny new spouse, they might never show up at all. The Ring has been lost for ages after all, so maybe the King didn't even remember having one. Or, the previous King didn't, and the new one didn't know about or didn't care.

The first week after the incident, they spent anxiously researching and worrying. Bruce even went as far as making Tim wear a tracker at all times, which was not great, but he did appreciate the gesture. Kind of.

After the first month with no sign of any changes, the worry started to abate. In half a year, most of the family stopped trying to keep an eye on Tim at all times lest he suddenly disappeared. Two years later, even Tim himself treated the Ring as a natural part of his daily life. The stone inside was still a great fidget toy, engagement or not.

Three years, one month, and five days after Tim first put the Ring on his finger, when the world was falling apart and breaking in front of him and there was not a single thing he could do to stop it anymore, Tim pressed his lips to the cold, dark strip of unknown metal on his finger.

"Whoever you are, I don't even care, please," he whispered in a useless prayer, his voice hoarse and his throat dry, "please, help."

And the world came to a stop with a short, amused chuckle.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask."

[part 2 ->]