Why I Love Sterek ♥ ↳ Part 1
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Why I Love Sterek ♥ ↳ Part 1

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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.
@thebibliosphere have you seen this? You need to see this.
Thank you to the multiple people tagging me in this. This is delicious delicious food for my ongoing hyperfixation 😅
I'm now imagining Batman finally breaking down and admitting all of this to Clark in desperation, hoping that his friend can somehow have some insight into how to keep the Wayne fortune from continuing to grow unabated. Clark is initially skeptical, but hey, this could totally be a potential story for the Planet, and he loves investigative journalism, so he tips off Lois and they start researching whether it's truly impossible for Bruce Wayne to lose money.
Meanwhile, Batman has the 'brilliant' idea to just buy up a film studio and not engage in Hollywood accounting chicanery. But he's uninterested in meddling with the production of films, and the public flocks to movies unburdened by executives demanding 'surprise twists' that don't make sense and testing everything with a dozen focus groups before release. Batman is at his wits end when Clark shows up and announces that he's figured it all out, the one way Bruce Wayne can actually spend his fortune without ending up even weallthier.
All he has to do is fund supercolliders to produce and contain indefinitely a single gram of antimatter. And thanks to all of Wayne Industries' green energy projects, that's possible to do without causing massive pollution now, but it still would cost trillions of dollars for something of little to no practical use outside of science. (Using it to power a probe to another star is still science, but also kinda silly when Superman could just fly there even faster.)
And then the supercollider research leads to revolutionary technology that makes him billions a year
Bruce (carefully folding report on "WayneSpaceSuperFountain" "Oh, hey, Kent. I'm glad you could drop by."
Clark (Confused as HECK by BRUCE wanting to talk to HIM- again) "It's no problem, Mister Wayne. Feel like another interview?"
Bruce (Smiles his absolute VACUUM headest smile): "Sort of. In reverse. You grew up around farmers, right? -Can I call you Clark? Just for now?"
Clark (Well, duh) "That's correct, yes. And sure thing, ah, Bruce."
Bruce (Whose baby blues are now hard as sapphires): "How- and be honest with me- how do I help farmers to NOT BE POOR?"
Clark (Total bluescreen) "Um. I, um. I'm not sure. What do you mean, exactly?"
Bruce (Carefully folding the WSSF report into quite a decent origami cow): "I can't give them money. And I mustn't loan them money. How do I help them not be poor?"
Clark: "Well... Hell."
Some people have fuck off money, Bruce Wayne has Fuck Me money
Every single fanfic author is giving us the best Draco of all time. From a bullied character in the canon (from she_who_must_not_be_named) to a complete wonderful complex human being.
I love slutty Draco, I love shy Draco, I love traumatized Draco, I love powerful Draco, I love competent at his work Draco, I love Draco in the muggle world, I love tattooed Draco, I love every single one of them.
It goes without saying he's my all time fav.
Stiles and Derek serve together at some stupid restaurant that neither of them like but both need a paycheck for. They hate the other, of course. Derek finds Stiles’ lack of staying on task irritating, always glaring at him as he darts around and asks others to do quick favors for him. Stiles thinks Derek is such a downer who doesn’t understand that work can also be fun. They both have their regulars and sections though so it isn’t the biggest issue, but to the team in general it’s really fucking irritating. Erica asks when they’re going to screw every time they snip at each other. They always reply never, but the secret is… they’ve been hate fucking each other for almost two months now.
Never at work, they’re both too professional to let that happen (and Stiles thinks it’s a health and safety hazard—Derek agrees on this). But at 2am when they’re all done binge drinking and closing down, they’ll stumble to one or the other’s place, falling into bed and spitting insults at each other while fucking nasty. Stiles calls Derek a meathead who only thinks with his dick. Derek calls Stiles a fucking slut. It’s brutal, it’s toxic.
But then there’s one time where they both had a bad shift and they’re both too exhausted to really get into it, instead chasing their pleasure in the other—silent except for the moans and whines and grunts emanating from both of them. They fall asleep after, waking up in a content tangle with the knowledge that something the night before has shifted.
They start seeing each other outside of work, excusing the excursions by saying it’s just easier than dating. Stating that it’s only once, but they still hate the other. It’s not once. They go to the zoo. They go to the club. They go to a museum. They go to movies and the library and record stores and walks.
Months later Stiles wakes up from a dead sleep with the realization that they’re like dating. Like… actually dating. Terrified, he turns to Derek who’s mumbling about going back to sleep.
“Derek… we’re not dating… are we?”
“Uh, yeah? We have been..” Derek says slurred from sleep but nonplussed, then unwraps his arm from where it was slung across Stiles’ naked body to roll over, immediately starting up with the soft snores that Stiles secretly thinks are adorable.

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The Snake River and canyon near Twin Falls, Idaho
#look driving over the snake river was a deeply comical moment during our first family road trip#I was driving and my dad was riding shotgun with the American atlas out as we’re picking our way through Idaho#I’d been driving through flat farm country and sod fields for hours#I see a slight change up in the road ahead but nothing really looks different there’s just rails next to the road#dad is scoping out the route ahead and says ‘huh I think we’re coming up on the snake river’ and just like that the *ground disappears*#there is no warning or change in geography we just go over this bridge and suddenly we’re looking down over this enormous river gorge#I am all ‘no SHIT dad holy moly holy smokes LOOK at this we are stopping I am pulling this bitch over’
“What happened here?”
It takes Derek a second to process the question. More than a second, actually. Because he has no fucking clue what happened here. All he knows is that he went from shouting at Stiles about his recklessness to -
Well. There was some kissing, after the shouting. And then there was the hurried, embarrassingly desperate rush to Derek’s bed. Jesus.
“I don’t know,” Derek admits, staring at the ceiling.
If he had to try to explain it, he’d probably say that it was…inevitable. Now that they’re both back in Beacon Hills, they’ve been spending a lot of time together and maybe they’ve fallen back into their old patterns. Where they bicker and snark at each other but actually rely on each other more than anyone else. And Derek hasn’t actually had a date in a while, or anything resembling one. Not to mention the almost-tangible sexual tension between the two of them over the past… Well. Forever.
He sort of wants to ask if Stiles is okay. If they’re okay, their friendship, their pack relationship. Derek’s never tried to have a platonic pack relationship with a guy who sucked his dick. But the words are caught in his chest, his throat; he can still see it, in his mind’s eye, the way Stiles had grinned when they were finally naked, the way his eyes had darkened and his tongue had slipped between his lips to make his mouth look all wet and lush. Fuck. Just thinking about it is making his skin all tight again, making blood rush south.
He should ask Stiles’ opinion. On exactly what happened. How they went from bickering to foreplay to mutual orgasms. He cares a little more about what happens next, though.
“Nobody taught you how to separate colors, huh?” Stiles asks with a laugh in his voice, and Derek frowns at the confusing shift in topic.
“What?” he asks as he shoves himself up on his elbows, finally looking up at where Stiles is standing by the foot of the bed. He’s poised against Derek’s dresser, still naked, rifling through his underwear drawer. Holding a pair of pink boxers. “Oh,” Derek exhales. “Is that - that’s what you meant.”
Stiles smirks as he waves the boxers in Derek’s direction. “Yeah. Didn’t picture you as a pink underwear kinda guy. Honestly, I’m surprised you had white underwear to turn pink.”
“It was an accident, obviously.”
“The purchasing of white underwear?”
Derek sighs as he collapses onto his back again. The ceiling fans whirls and whirls without a care, disinterested. “One of Eli’s sweaters got into the whites pile last week. Bunch of his socks are pink now too.”
“Very cute. I bet Miss Pearl loves that.”
Eli’s first-grade teacher, the heroine of their household lately. Eli worships her almost as much as he does Stiles, which is really saying something.
“I’m gonna wear these,” Stiles tells him as he steps into the pink shorts. “Since my underwear got torn by an impatient werewolf.”
Derek winces. “Shit, really?”
“It’s cool,” Stiles laughs. “Definitely worth it. Next time you wanna rip something off me, I’ll wear my cheapest rags.”
Derek’s heart beat a little faster. “Next time?”
“Well, you know.” Stiles’ smile is a little hesitant - shy, maybe - as he dresses. Jeans over pink boxers. Shirt over naked shoulders. “Now that we’ve crossed the line, seems like it might happen again. But I get it if - well. I know Eli’s your priority, so.”
Eli is his priority. But Stiles is pretty special to him too. And Derek doesn’t want to have just the one memory, the one rushed encounter. He wants…more. He wants to take his time. He wants to memorize the feeling of Stiles’ skin under his hands, the taste of him, the musical thumping of his heart. Now that he’s given into his urges, he doesn’t want to stop.
“The next time,” Derek says, hoping he sounds more confident than he feels, “can be right now, if you want.”
Stiles beams. “You just want your pink undies back.”
“They look better on you.”
“I think you’re supposed to say something about them looking better on your floor.”
“Pretend I said that, then.”
He laughs, bright and loud, and kneels on the mattress, crawling his way back up to Derek. His honey-colored eyes examine Derek’s face in fast movements, leaning in slowly enough that Derek could protest the offer of a kiss. But he doesn’t. He accepts Stiles’ mouth eagerly, in fact.
“You think Auntie Cora will wanna keep him a little longer today?” Stiles asks between kisses.
“She owes me,” Derek says.
“Sunday in bed it is, then. C’mon, Der. Rip the pink undies off. With your teeth.”
happy 10 year anniversary to the most iconic scene in tv history
shadowhunters season 1 episode 12: malec march 29th, 2016
The pack: What does Stiles mean to you?
Derek: He's the reason I wake up everyday.
The pack: Awwww :)))) you're in loveeeee
Stiles every morning banging dishes, vacuuming, and dropping every loud clanky thing at 7 am with the speakers blasting: I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I WANT WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT

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Our yearning kings make me cry every time I watch this transition, from WWX falling off the cliff to him waking up to soft LWJ playing WangXian. 😭