#i nearly became a manager this month but it wasn't a big enough shop for me personally

[chqnified]

I feel like i grew up way too fast. Manager before 20? A job most people don't get until they're 40+? Oh boy I'm tired. Exhausted. I don't stop working. I have worked to get there. I'm so tired.

But you know what? One thing is for sure. My college years were harder. And for those who said I'd realise how easy I had it back then, clearly didn't see what I was going through. I might now be fighting my battles alone, but I am doing far better than I have ever done.

[the-sympathetic-villain]

For your prompt thing about Virgil, I'm not sure if you're still doing it but can you use

"Holy shit, you're my soulmate?!" With any ship

If you're not writing about him can you use it for whoever else you're doing?

This one was a lot of fun and I'm pretty sure this wasn't the ship you were guessing I would pick, but I hope you enjoy! 💜

Damn Right

Description: Virgil can't find his soulmate until he runs into him, literally. In this AU, your eyes remain grey unless you are close to your soulmate.

Pairings: Anxsleep (Virgil/Sleep(Remy))

Characters: Virgil, Remus, Remy

Word Count: 850

Warnings: Sexual innuendo and Remus-type commentary, Swearing (Let me know if I missed anything!)

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     “Your eyes are purple again.”

     “What the—Why didn’t you tell me?”

    “I just did—"

     Virgil ignored Remus as he pulled out his phone, flipping his camera to face him. His shoulders dripped as he drew a finger underneath his eyelid and stared at the bright purple hue of his eyes.

     “This is the third time this week, dude. How the hell haven’t you figured out who your soulmate is?”

      “You tell me, Re.” Virgil muttered as he put his phone back on the table with an exasperated sigh. “Do you see anyone else's eyes changing color?”

      Remus sipped from his straw as he propped himself up in the booth to glance around the packed café. The frappé was nearly every flavor the shop offered melted together into a sludge that made Virgil sick to watch as Remus sway back and forth, looking around the café.

     “No dice. Same grey eyes all around except for the barista and everyone knows is sucking the owner behind the—”

    “Remus, focus.” Virgil cut off his friend wandering thoughts as he scanned the room. “Help me figure out who it is.”

     “Sorry, Smoke on the Water. I don’t see another bejeweled raccoon sporting your signature color.”

     “Why do I even bother keeping you around?”

     “Personally, I think it's because want to lick the frosting off this cake but you're to proud to admit that you know if you’re anything more than nipple tassels you won't hold my attention.”

    “You’re insufferable.”

    “Bitch, please. I am suffering.”

     Virgil massaged his temples as he let out a sigh. The ambient sounds of indie pop droned around them as Virgil scanned the faces of the other patrons for any hint of color.

     This hole-in-the-wall coffee shop had caught his attention months ago. He'd became an instant regular patron, managing to drag Remus here every few days for a much needed dose of caffeine. Everything had seemed so normal until the first time Remus had caught the first hint of color in his eyes.

     The sudden shift from his usual grey eyes to a bright purple was a clear indication his soulmate was nearby, and yet two weeks later, he'd been here nearly every day and he was no closer to finding his soulmate than the first day the color had shown up.

     “Maybe, they just don’t want to meet me.”

     “Relax, Dr. Doom. It's no big deal. Plenty of people have chance passings before they meet —”

     “This is stupid. I'm just going to go.”

     Remus' carefree smile faltered as Virgil threw his hands on the table. He felt a pang of guilt in his stomach at the flash of genuine concern in Remus' eyes, but he suddenly needed to go. “Hey, wait—”

     Virgil jumped up from the booth. He spun on his heel, slamming into a wall of warmth as a loud clattering sounded as an object dropped to the ground next to him.

     “You really know how to knock a guy off his feet. Don't you, babes?”

     A heat burned in Virgil’s cheeks as he regained his balance long enough to lift his eyes up to the familiar voice.

    “Remy?”

    “The one and only.” Remy sucked on his lip. Hues of purple mixed in his eyes as he stared back at Virgil a slightly abashed smile spread across his face. “It's been a long time. Hasn’t it, love?”  

     “Holy shit. You’re my soulmate?”

     “Don’t act so horrified, love. You'll hurt my ego.”

     “I'm not—” Virgil stuttered, unable to keep his mouth from falling open. “But we've met before. How did I not—”

     Remy's face fell into an uneasy smile as he reached down to the ground to pick up his dark sunglasses from where they’d fallen onto the ground when they'd collided.

     “The sunglasses.” Virgil muttered under his breath, feeling his breath rush from his lungs.  “I didn’t even think—I'm an idiot.”

     “You really need to learn to sell yourself, hun. Though the way you get flustered over the smallest detail is totally adorbs.”

     Virgil's face flushed a light shade of pink as he glanced at the other patrons of the café who had started to keep a curious eye on their confrontation.

     “Listen. I didn’t mean to hide in plain sight.” Remy’s smile softened as Virgil dipped his head in embarrassment. “Little did I know the lengths you would go to unmask me.”

    “Can we start over?”

     Virgil felt himself hold his breath as the words passed his lips. The stares of the coffee shop patrons had locked on their exchange and the tension grew thick in the air. His heart had lightened when Remy had brushed off his carelessness, but that didn't make waiting for his answer any easier.

     Remy's sweet laugh brought Virgil’s eyes back to the mischievous glimmer in his bright purple eyes. “Honey, I'm not letting a snack like you get away that easy.”

     “If you don’t want to kiss him, I will, Hot Topic.”

     “Hands off, Remus. He's my soulmate.”

     Remy's smile widened as he reached to take Virgil’s hand. “Damn right, you are.”

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Feeding Barry Headcanon

“Is this a bad time to bring up my blood sugars?”

If there was one thing Bruce had to make sure he calculated for when he built the Justice League was making sure his speedster didn't go hungry. 

Money, was never the issue, the real issue came about making sure Barry had someone TO MAKE SURE he was eating enough to cope. 

On an average day, just from watching Barry consume a full 18 inch pizza by himself and a guess from looking at the details of some of the foods he’d listed online, that he and Alfred would have there hands full.

Well, more Alfred. 

Cue, Alfred. 

When Bruce explained Barry’s apatite to Alfred at first, he didn't quite see the issue, Bruce downed 3,500 calories a day most of it just proteins so, another mouth to feed wasn’t all that hard, Dick had been on the same by the time he’d hit 16. 

But when Bruce ran the simulation of Barry’s metabolism on the computer, they both began to panic. 

How was a boy his age managing to feed himself the MINIMUM of DOUBLE Bruce’s calories a day on his budget?!

Alfred came to the conclusion that unless Barry ate roughly 7,000 calories a day at minimum, he’d start losing weight. 

Bruce was in the trash in ten minutes, digging up the MacDonald's takeaway containers he’d bought Barry just that afternoon. 

He’d given the kid his card and said go. Now he sat here with the boxes of 3 Bigs Mac’s, 6 double cheeseburgers, 3 packets of large fries, 20 chicken nuggets, a black coffee, a large irn bru and 5 apple pies. That was roughly 9,087 calories from what they could add up from the nutritional info. 

That was LUNCH. That was...Barry’s minimum daily needs and only $50 out Bruce’s pocket. 

$50, was pretty much Barry’s budget for THREE days of meals not just one. 

Bruce went to argue with Barry that he needed to move in, Alfred managed to stop him. 

Barry was all grown up and had been independent for too long to allow Bruce to walk into his life and smother him. 

But something had to be done. 

It took awhile but Barry did move in with some carefully plying by Alfred and the Butler managed to start tracking his food intake.

By making sure Barry got 6 meals a day for his 7,000 calories out of Bruce’s pocket, letting Barry add the rest became routine. 

Breakfast, Brunch, Lunch, Afternoon Tea, Diner and Supper, Alfred was finally back to using his cook books that had been gathering dust. 

Each meal had to have 1,160 calories and 30g or more of proteins to be any use to Barry’s development. Now, Alfred could have just given the boy a lump of cash and let him go bonkers on fast food, but the fat’s and sugars were the bigger hurdles, as much as it met his calories and his proteins in meat from burgers...it didn’t meet everything else. 

Barry’s malnutrition he found didn’t just come from the lack of food, it was the lack of the RIGHT foods. Even though Alfred balanced all six of Barry’s meals a day to cater for vitamins and such it wouldn’t be enough in places, that was where medication would have to come in, now he finds one afternoon after offering the boy some ibuprofen, that they didn’t work, his metabolism swallowed the effects in just a few minutes. Even tripling the dose, it was out of his system in just 12 minutes. That ment that to account for the speed at which his body used it’s building blocks everything had to be at least TWENTY times the rate of a normal human every day just for Barry to get a close enough dose of his nutrition. 

To put into perspective, an average male needs 500ug of Vitamin D a day, thats...30 minutes of sun. Barry, on the other hand needed over 10,000 a day just to function. Something that was easily helped with him being able to travel, a couples of hours in Australia and he’d get a solid top up, but running back ment using his powers, ment burning his body’s reserves, it was one hell of a game. Tablets, were Alfred’s go to. Ten dissolvable multi vitamin tablets in a 2 liter bottle of OJ a day and Barry was good to go, with his meals included, Alfred was glad to see Barry starting to look better after the first few months. 

Until, he wasn’t.

Going to work without breakfast, had Alfred concerned, but he had his packed brunch and lunch, he had his extra cash for snacks. To find that the lunch had only been half eaten when he came home was massive question mark.

Dinner Time...he said he wasn’t hungry and Alfred had him dragged towards the cave in just a moment. 

Just the ONE day of not eating his minimum calories and all the work that they had progressed on was fading. Barry still as much as he’d gotten off his chest about the anniversary of his mothers death, refused to eat. 

IV’s it came too then. 

Dragging the boy back upstairs, he handed him off to Bruce who situated him in his room while Alfred set about getting Barry on some IV drips.

Barry muttered on about the fuss but didn't fight Bruce keeping him in the bed as Alfred put IV catheters in both arms. 6 bags of 20% dextrose fluids wouldn’t do the job his meals should have but it would prevent him from going hypoglycemic for the rest of the day. In the mean time, Bruce set about finding his weak spot, his food weak spot. Now Barry liked a lot of food, he liked many different foods and Bruce was pretty willing to pay anything for him to eat something. 

He returned a few hours later with takeaway Chinese food , Indian Food , Italian food as well as three large pizzas, Mexican food meals, nearly every MacDonald's burger, Fried Chicken bucket meals, Kebabs, 48 Krispy Kreme Dounuts, nine different 12 inch sub sandwiches, Frozen meals from several different supermarkets and even a huge three tier chocolate cake. Bruce had been about to run back out of the door when he recalled a Brazilian takeaway just outside of town as well as another chicken shop when Barry came out of his room pulling the IV stand with him woken up at all the kerfuffle Alfred was making. 

“Master Bruce it’s midnight I doubt the boy is going to eat”

Barry, pulling out the IV’s then sat down at the table quietly as they argued, looking over everything Bruce had bought him slightly shy of the money he could imagine he’d spent. A smile broke out on his face at the sight of the brown bag. 

“He’s just started gaining weight, Alf if he doesn't-” “I’m fully aware, Bruce look, one day won't kill him, the IV’s will hold on off the worst of the hypo-”

*crunch* 

They turned to see the boy happily munching prawn crackers. 

Alfred pretty much dropped to the sofa in relief. Bruce just started laughing before pulling out a chair to sit opposite the speedster who was now eyeing up the cake as he packed prawn crackers into one of kebabs. 

Nobody said a word until Barry had consumed at least five of the items on the table and paused for a can of lemonade. 

“Barry?”

The pup looks up to Alfred on the sofa who was sat with a cup of tea, paper work spread out across his lap as Bruce sat beside him with a his laptop. It was just past one one in the morning. 

“Promise me something?”

Barry paused in reaching for the rice pot next to the Korma to indicate he was listening. “When this happens again, you’ll tell me when you’ll eat again before giving us a heart attack won’t you?”

The younger nodded and fought the laugh he almost made at Bruce getting whacked with the folder in Alfred’s hand at his old man response. 

Suddenly, Curry wasn't what he wanted. He’d had a kebab, a pizza, three burgers, a subs sandwich and a whole bucket of chicken...he needed something sweet, picking up one of the boxes of dounuts he pads over to the sofa dropping himself between Alfred and Bruce who shared an intrigued look, Barry picks a dounut before pushing the box into Alfred’s lap with a cheeky smirk. 

Alfred sighs, the boys puppy brown eyes were too hard to resist and picks one out putting it in his mouth before passing the box back over to Bruce, the vigilante grimaced and went to give them back but caught Barry’s look of confusion. 

“Okay, okay, just one, I guess it won’t ruin my diet” 

Grabbing the remote, Alfred passes it to Barry as he puts away the paperwork, Bruce does the same tucking away the laptop and watches as Barry flicks for a movie. 

“Coffee, Dounuts and bad horror movies at one in the morning...I guess it beats being out in the rain eh” Bruce laughs licking chocolate off his fingers as Barry snuggles into Alfred’s side. 

“It’s perfect” Barry smiles around a mouthful of dounut, pulling a face as Alfred goes to wipe the caramel dripping off his chin. 

Feeding Barry was always going to be a challenge, but for our vigilante and Butler Dad, it was worth it just to see him happy.