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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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Canary, Part 6

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Tim had been watching her out of the corner of his eyes for a long time. It wasn’t that he was trying to be creepy or anything, he just… didn’t know why she was there. It didn’t make sense. She was relatively low on funds according to what he and Oracle had dredged up, and even Tim in all his billionaire-ness recognized that this place was more expensive than average…

So, why had she come? It wasn’t even close to the motel she was staying at.

The vaguely paranoid -- cautious, he was cautious -- part of him worried that she had somehow known he was there, but there was no way she should have been able to know that. Hell, he hadn’t known he was going to this particular cafe until he’d gotten to work and realized that there were now cameras in the breakroom and his office to make sure he didn’t drink too much.

But, really, it seemed like she was just using the free wifi that the cafe provided to write up a resume.

He relaxed and sunk back in his chair with his laptop while he did his work.

… he didn’t get to work for long.

He picked up on the slight gravel of someone putting on a voice with ease. It was high and sweet, a voice he commonly heard from customer service workers. He chanced a look back at the barista and frowned when he saw her on her phone. Not her, then.

He looked around the tiny coffee shop and cringed a little when he realized what was going on. Shady guy approaches a woman who’s drinking coffee alone? Yeah, that’s never a good thing.

He pushed his laptop into his bag quickly, slung it over his shoulders, put the cap back on his coffee cup so the guy wouldn’t be able to tell that Tim had been there for a while, and rushed over.

He rested his hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Hey, bud, she said no.”

Tim watched both of them tense and their gazes were pulled to him in an instant.

Marinette glanced him up and down once. He watched her eyes lock onto his coffee cup for a second and he carefully turned his hand a little so she could see the name.

She smiled. “You’re late, Timmy. Don’t tell me you got caught up in another meeting?”

He shrugged innocently. “You know how it is.” Then, he split into a grin. “Maybe I should be the one that’s upset, though. Can’t believe you didn’t save me a spot.”

“I tried!” She whined. “He insisted!”

The man chuckled awkwardly. “I see. I’m sorry, I thought you were alone.”

She rolled her eyes. “I told you I wasn’t. Can you move, though?”

“Actually,” Tim said, because he didn’t want to sit in the window where Duke might happen to see him while on patrols. “There’s a free table back this way.”

Marinette tipped her head to the side a little before nodding. “Sure.”

She closed her laptop with a snap, gathered her things into her bag, and followed him back to his table.

That should have been the end of it. Unfortunately, the guy was still watching them. It looked like they weren’t going to be able to do work for a while if they wanted to keep up the pretense that they were friends.

She seemed to know it, too, because she sighed and rested her head on her hand with a small frown. “Guess we have to talk.”

He huffed. “Don’t have to sound so upset about it.”

“Alright. Fine.”

“Not sounding much more excited.”

She rolled her eyes and then brought a bright smile to her face. “Sure, Timmy, sounds great! Can’t wait to have a super fun conversation with you!”

“... nevermind. That’s weird. Why did that almost convince me? I knew it was fake.”

She let herself lean back in her chair, her face falling back to a slightly smug grin. “I’m Parisian,” she said simply.

Yeah. That made sense. Every Parisian Tim had had the (dis?)pleasure of meeting had had an almost unnerving amount of control over the way they presented their emotions.

He snickered. “Why the hell would you move here, then?”

She rolled her eyes. “Our psychopath was so boring. Like, dude, we get it, your wife died or whatever, that sounds like a you problem. Now, a guy deciding to become a jewel thief purely for the gimmick? Way more interesting.”

“Moral grayness is so twenty years ago,” Tim joked.

“Exactly! Give me dumbasses who are evil purely to be evil and good to be good!”

He grinned. “I can see why you like Harry Potter.”

She blinked.

He motioned to her cup. Scrawled across it in the barista’s messy handwriting was ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’.

She relaxed a little, grinning. “I just finished the books so I’m a bit obsessed. Also, every time I tell them that my name is Marinette they misspell it.”

“Don’t feel too bad, baristas are just like that. Heck, they’ve misspelled my name before.”

“... your name is Tim.”

“They spelled it with a y.”

“... why?”

“Yes. Exactly. A y.”

She giggled a little. “No, I mean why would they do that?”

“Oh. No clue. I hope they were just messing with me.”

The barista was wiping down the tables. It was nearing closing time and Marinette was feeling more and more sorry for the poor workers the longer they stayed. She knew that, when she had used to work at the bakery, she had always especially hated customers that were there around closing time.

Only two tables remained occupied.

She sighed when she glanced over and saw the guy was still there.

Oh well.

She looked over at Tim. “Care to walk me a few blocks in a random direction to see if we can get rid of him?”

“Certainly,” he said.

“‘Certainly’? I may not be super great with American customs yet but even I know that’s weird,” she teased.

He huffed a little. “Listen.”

“I’m listening.”

His nose scrunched. “No, wait, you weren’t supposed to call me out on the fact that I didn’t have an excuse.”

“Oh. Okay, we can try again.”

“Alright.” He cleared his throat. “Listen,” he said again, this time in a tone that mocked the one he’d said it in the first time.

Convenient. She was intent on mocking him, too: “I’m listening.”

“You’re the worst,” he complained.

She laughed. “I am so not. Joker exists.”

“You’re worse than him,” he said in his most serious voice.

She laughed harder. “No one is worse than him.”

He grinned. “I thought you liked people that were evil purely for being evil.”

“But he’s not,” she argued. “The man just decided one day that he liked the weird guy who dressed like a bat and figured that the best way to get that guy’s attention was to murder people.”

“Gotta admit, it works,” said Tim.

She shrugged, grinning. “Yeah, it does. Makes me wonder what would happen if the Big Bad Bat didn’t come, though.”

He tipped his head to the side slightly and then shrugged. “I don’t know, actually. He usually stops it in time.”

“I think he’d freak out.”

“Absolutely.”

She grinned and stretched lazily, head tipping back.

“He’s still following us, isn’t he?” Asked Tim.

“Yep,” she said, popping the ‘p’.

He groaned a little. “Great. Looks like we’re heading to the library.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You go to libraries? You could probably buy every ebook in existence and have a few billion left over.”

“One of my sisters works there, I can ask her to get rid of the guy,” he explained. “But I like libraries. There’s something quaint about them.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, it’s nice to see how the common folk live sometimes.”

He returned her eye roll. “Not like that. I spend a lot of time staring at screens, I have a special appreciation for regular old books.”

“That’s nice. I wish I had time to sit down with a physical copy like that.”

“You see, I have this genius strategy for making time: not taking care of myself.”

“Go on, this is intriguing.”

“Well, eating and sleeping, right? Everyone thinks they’re totally necessary things otherwise you’d die or whatever. But, listen, that’s just a hoax made up by the government to perpetuate capitalism.”

She nodded eagerly. “Totally totally totally. What’s your solution?”

“Coffee communism.”

“Yes, you should use your rich boy money to lobby Congress.”

He grinned. “I totally should. But I can’t run it by my family.”

“No way! You never know who's capitalist anymore, they could be plants placed by the sleep industry to ensure that you don’t go through with it.”

He gasped. “No! You think? My own family?!”

She nodded grimly. “It’s always the ones closest to you that betray you.”

And then he broke character, snickering behind his hand. She beamed.

They reached the library and he smiled as he held the door open for her. He asked her to wait while he talked to his sister and she waved him off casually, telling him to take his time.

She pulled out her phone and pressed her lips together thinly as she made a note to head over later that night to give the man -- Henry -- his money. She’d give him a little tip because, for a moment there, she’d almost forgotten that they were just acting. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to purposely trigger herself for the sake of believability but, hey, if she was going to try and dupe one of the smartest businessmen alive into talking to her, she needed to go all out.

Speaking of Tim, she updated the file of Tim’s favorite cafes plus the probabilities of him visiting each one. It was for his oldest brother, Richie Wayne. She didn’t know why Richie was the one to ask for it seeing as he spent most of his time in Bludhaven and therefore likely wouldn’t find much use in it, but no one ever really knew why Richie Wayne did anything. The man famously had almost as much cotton between his ears as his father.

But, Richie Wayne was also just as rich as his father, so… she’d give him his file later that night after checking her math with her favorite graphing calculator.

A redhead in a wheelchair rolled past Marinette and she absently held the door open for her, only to be surprised when she cursed out Henry.

She watched as Henry held his hands up and started backing away from the woman in the wheelchair, and then he ran down the nearest alley.

(… she’d give Henry a bigger tip. The man had just wanted a tiny side job to help pay for his wife and kids that wasn’t being a henchman, he didn’t deserve this.)

She opened the door for the woman on her way back inside and mumbled her thanks. The woman nodded once and continued on her way.

Marinette leaned back against the wall again and scrolled through Twitter as she waited for Tim to reappear. Apparently, Poison Ivy was already back in Arkham. Something about an intern at the botanical gardens watering plants wrong. Wild.

Marinette felt someone sidle up beside her and, after a quick glance confirmed that it was Tim, pocketed her phone.

He smiled at her, a tote bag over his shoulder.

“Did you go grocery shopping while I wasn’t looking, somehow?”

He hesitated before holding it out to her. “It’s the French dubs of the Harry Potter movies.”

She blinked as the bag was thrust into her hands and looked down at it. Yep, that was Harry Potter in French. She also, vaguely, noted the tiny slip of paper his phone number scrawled across it.

She slung the bag over her shoulder.

“I’m never going to return these. You’re going to rack up so much debt.”

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NightwingsAss9384: does anyone know why nightwing and canary hate each other?

ScareCrane: She stabbed Batman once on accident and somehow got away with blaming it on him

Daylightwing: She refuses to let B adopt her.

RiddleMeThis: They think it’s funny when their stans fight.

SignalOfficial: They said ‘I’m the only flippy bitch allowed in New Jersey’ and have been fighting ever since

Yummmmmm: He has to or else Robin will get jealous because he’s the only stabby sibling allowed

Oracle: They’re fighting over who gets to change their name to ‘The Dodo’ first.

DeadHood: Nightwing is jealous that Canary was the first one of us to think to have a full-on bird mask.

TheBetterCanary: every time i go into the batfam tag to try and avoid them all i see is his fancams

SpoilerAlert: they’re both convinced that they’re the hottest bachelor/bachelorette in gotham

NightwingsAss9384: im beginning to think no ones going to tell me.

BlackBat: :)

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Notes: First of all... thank you so much for the support!!

Second, space vocab: starling: young unidentified species ISF: intergalactic safety force

Anyways, take care of yourself <3!

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Warning: flashbacks to abuse, if needed skip past any italicized words, mentions of child labor exploitation (Someone forces Tommy to steal), attempting to drug character, cussing, kidnapping, fear.

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Incase you missed:

Chapter 1:

Chapter 5:

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33147661/chapters/82290709

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Chapter 6: Causing Chaos

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Planet Amari was their next stop. It would take only four hours to get there and usually this would be no problem if they weren’t harboring a human. Let alone the human that had just escaped the Dream Team Ship.

Phil shook his head and focused on the increased security around the boarding docks.

Amair is a planet whose only purpose is to entertain, meaning they already have some of the best security in this part of the galaxy. The added security came directly from the ISF and were now searching suspicious ships.

“Check check, one two.” The microphone turned green, “As your captain it is my duty to warn you about extra security measures. The ISF is boarding ships and checking for abnormalities. Please complete protocol 35.0.” Phil spoke into the mic and waited for everyone’s confirmation.

He got up and started the process of taking maps and blueprints that were not available to the public along with future plans and hid them in a document compartment behind one of his shelves. He then changed his normal illusion monitor and changed it to the default screen.

He stepped out of the cabin and cleaned the surrounding area, while also checking for anything that could be confiscated.

“Tommy. In order to go onto the planet I need you to wear this.”Wilbur confronted.

“No! It looks like one of those serial killer masks!! My face is too beautiful to be hidden.” Tommy scoffed.

“Tommy if you don’t wear it willingly, I will tell Ranboo about-“ Wilbur was cut off by a series of curses and Tommy fiddling the mask around his face. “Good. Put this on too.” Wilbur handed the blonde a bundle of clothes and made his way to the lab. Phil chuckled at the brotherly bond that was already forming.

He made his way down to the lab checking for abnormalities before seeping back to the holding cell. The human was pulling at his clothes while packing things back into the shelf.

“Hello mate! Whatcha doing there?” Phil asked, casually. What he didn’t expect was the human to practically jump out of his clothes in the captain’s presence.

“W-who are you?” Tommy stammered, Phil had completely forgotten he had never introduced himself before.

“Oh! I forgot we haven’t formally met. My name is Captain Philza Mine Craft, but you can call me Phil or Philza, whichever you prefer. I use he/him pronouns and am the legal captain of the SBI Craft.” Phil finished his introduction with an easy confidence, even with the face mask you could easily see the kid’s wonder, “We are currently waiting for a formal check from the ISF.” The human tensed at that, “So if you would please follow me to the common room, so I may hide the holding cell.” The human nodded vigorously.

Once Phil had dropped Tommy off in the common room he made his way to the holding cell. With a few clicks and checks the holding cell made a perfect illusion wall, which molded it into the wall not to be seen by any inspectors or gadgets they may have.

Once he had gotten confirmations from all crew members, he made his way back to the pilot’s cabin. If they were even a minute slower with preparations, security would have deemed the ship suspicious.

They settled the ship at the checkpoint and waited for a security officer to signal them.

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Wilbur’s leg bounced anxiously as he wore his disguise. He had finished briefing Tommy about the plan. They would lie about their origins, Wilbur doing the talking, and would get what they needed and get out.

The only thing anyone was waiting on was the guard.

Almost on queue the door began to open and a young starling stood at the door. He seemed to be genetically engineered and had wires attached to his head and 3D glasses.

“Hello everyone! My name is Jack Manifold, and I will be checking your ship!” The starling chirped, “I hope you have both we have to confiscate, because everyone here seems like lovely people. I have to ask where is your captain?”

“Right here mate.” Philza said, stepping out of the pilot cabin. “I am Captain Philza Mine Craft, of the SBI Craft. Feel free to look around.” Phil said with a hint of impatience. Jack didn’t seem to notice and made his way around the Craft.

Everyone sitting in the common room shared a few nervous glances. The only one who seemed oddly comfortable was Tubbo.. Wilbur took note of the behavior and tried to busy himself with the magazine he was holding...

When did he get a magazine?

He was immersed in an article about room design when Jack returned.

“Everything seems to be in order! The only thing I ask is that everyone introduces themselves.” His tone turned serious as he looked at the crew.

“My name is Technoblade. I am the security officer on this ship and second in command.” Techno said without faltering in tone.

“I am Ranboo. I am Technoblade’s hired assistant and do most chores around the ship.” Ranboo said clearly anxious with the attention on them.

“Tubbo, I am a hired gardener and take care of food supplies and medical ingredients.” There was a coldness to Tubbo’s voice as he finished his introduction.

“Dr. Craft, I am a toxicologist. This is my medical student, Tommy, he doesn’t talk much.” There was a suspicious glint in Jack’s eye as Wilbur continued, “We have been working for this crew for two months, before that we were traveling on our own licensed craft.” Jack accepted the answer and finished checking his notepad off.

“Alright, that will be all then! Welcome to Amari! Once I give this report to my manager, you should be able to enter the atmosphere!” With that the cheery starling left the ship and Phil closed the door before disappearing into the pilots cabin.

To say Wilbur was relieved was an understatement.

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Things were falling into place.

Once they were on the planet all Tubbo would have to do is add the substance to one of Tommy’s drinks and he would be acting out in no time!

But is it worth it?

He pushed the thought out of his head and finished packing the small packet in his bag before getting off the ship with the rest of the crew.

“Before we head to the shopping center, why don’t we stop by Las Nevada’s? I mean it’s Tommy’s first time on Amari after all.” Tubbo said. Las Nevada’s is the most well known restaurant and casino in Amari. It was the perfect place for Tubbo to start his plan.

“I don’t see why not. Just stay in the restaurant bit, we don’t want to draw any more attention to ourselves.” Phil answered.

With that the group walked into one of the best and worst places in the city, though no one knew of the worst bit yet…

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They sat around a booth compartment. It had soft red padding and purple looking palm trees, without the coconuts.

It reminded Tommy of a stereotypical mafia restaurant. Something Tommy never got the privilege of seeing.

It made him very uncomfortable, especially when the waitress gave them drinks in glass cups. He felt like whatever he touched would instantly shatter into a billion pieces.

Techno was taking Ranboo to the bathroom and Phil and Will were talking to a waitress leaving only Tommy and the scary bee boy . alone.

“I told you I was done Miranda!!” A man shouted from a nearby table causing Tommy’s attention to be focused on the couple fighting.

“You had one job. And you failed it boy.” A man slapped his face.

He was in his third foster home again. They had asked him to get at least $50 from people on the subway, he had only managed to score $20, and the man was furious.

“You’re lucky I see potential, otherwise you’d be back in that goddamn group home.” Tommy’s eyes dropped yo the floor, another slap and a hand grabbing his chin to look at the man, “PAY ATTENTION TO ME BOY. I saved you from that hell hole and I can take you back.” The man sneered. Honestly Tommy would rather be there than here.

“Hey!” Wilbur snapped in front of his face, “You with us?” Tommy nodded. The couple was gone and everyone returned. Now Ranboo and Wilbur were sitting next to him and Tubbo was sitting next to Ranboo. Did bee-boy always look so guilty?

After a minute of awkward silence, Phil and Techno started talking, their voices drowned out by the surrounding noise. Wilbur had turned his attention to his menu and Ranboo was writing in his book again.

Tommy reached for his water and Tubbo turned his attention to the human. The mask he was wearing had a flap so he could easily breathe, eat, and drink. He took a sip of water….. was water supposed to be this sweet?

“Why the fuck would someone put sugar in water as a prank?” Tommy mumbled, everyone’s attention was on the human again, “What?” He asked defensively.

“Did you say sugar?” Wilbur asked as if it was the craziest thing he had ever heard.

“Umm… yea?” Tommy said. We’re these people pulling a prank on him? Why was everyone looking at him like that?

“Tommy, can you give me your water?” Wilbur asked, he was genuinely confused by the reactions. After a few seconds he gave his water to Wilbur who immediately took a sip and spit it out.

“What the fuck?!” Tommy asked as Wilbur gave him the water back.

“That is definitely sugar.. Tommy do you feel weird at all?” He asked.

“Erm no?” This was getting stranger and stranger.

“So humans are immune to sugar…” Will said as if it was a scientific breakthrough.

“Yea? Why wouldn’t we be?”

“Well for one, most species go absolutely crazy after eating sugar, for some it could lead to death.” Tubbo informed. He looked even more confused than Tommy felt.

“So like, aliens go psycho when they eat sugar? That’s lame.” Tommy laughed out the last line. Everyone looked at him with concerned glances, “I don’t think I am gonna go psycho after drinking a small bit of sugar water, I mean most people have been eating sugar their entire lives, me being one of ‘em.” Tommy finished and the underlying tension died down. Well except Tubbo’s which felt more like an angry glare meant to affect him in some way.

When the waitress came everyone gave their orders, Wilbur supplying Tommy’s. The rest of the meal was comfortable, with Phil telling stories and the rest supplying jokes and chatter, along with the occasional glare from Tubbo.

To be honest Tommy had never felt so comfortable around anyone before, he wanted so badly to let down his wall around these people. Still there was that annoying voice that told him not to trust them. For once he didn’t listen to it.

I mean what could go wrong?

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The plan failed. Shit.

Tubbo was mad. Not just mad, furious.

The others were having fun with the human, yet again. Tubbo had wandered off, he wanted to destroy everything, and yet he simply walked off without a second glance. He could feel the tears streaming down his face.

“Hello bee-boy!” The human scared the droneling, his ears falling flat against his head.

“I am not in the mood to talk.” Tubbo sniffed.

“Oh..” The human’s tone dropped, it was almost as if it was hurt by Tubbo’s words. “That’s alright big-man! We don’t have to talk.” The human settled with that response, with that the pair walked through the busy street in silence. Tubbo tried to throw the human off his trail but gave up after a few minutes.

After fifteen minutes of them wandering around Tubbo spotted a shop and made his way over to the electronic shop. The human followed him into the small store.

It was a small shop with tight isles and jazz music filling the silence. At the register a tall creeper hybrid fiddled with a redstone contraption. Tubbo paid no mind to him and turned his attention to some of the smaller devices scattered throughout the shop. The human shifted nervously behind him.

Once Tubbo found what he was looking for he took it over to the register. Another man stood behind it along with the original one. His eyes shifted to Tommy.

“Are you sure that’s him?” The original man asked, his name tag reading Sam.

“Yes, positive. Dream will be happy with this.” The other man replied, he stretched one of his fingerless black gloves and turned towards the pair. “Hi. I am assuming you have my boss’s patient?” The black hair man asked. He was a blazeling and had a cruel glint to his eye.

Without warning another man came up behind them and slapped a cloth over both of their faces. Within seconds the pair was out and everything went black.

He woke up in a cage.

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Chapter 6- End

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Notes: The next bit will be hard to write ;-; but then we get to the fluffy-angst :D

Also this was harder to write... motivation went poof, but I won’t quit on you!!

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Tubbo: *tries to cause chaos—fails

Tubbo: *wanders into a random shop—causes chaos

Tubbo: .-. Wtf

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Chapter 7:

#dream smp fanfiction #my fanfic tag #my writing #tommy mcyt #wilbur soot #philza #ranboo #reblog #sbi au #space au #tubbo #techno #chaos #;-;#humans are space orcs

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just-some-random-blogger · 3 years

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One Million In One Day | 9

GOT7 SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader + Park Jinyoung x Reader | Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Characters: GOT7 Summary: His mother’s final wish is to see him be happy in a relationship, knowing that Jackson would be fine when she left him. But, damn, he didn’t have time for relationships, especially not since he was busy running his father’s billion dollar empire, thus the compromise: you. Word Count: <2k Warnings: Stalking, fighting, cursing, mentioning of illness, TYPOS, etc.

A/N: HI IT”S BEEN SO LONG BUT HERE IT IS HKASHFKAFA

I’m tagging @tia-m94 because, well, she wanted to be HAHA, and I was looking for all the other messages I got about updating this but I can’t seem to find them, so yeah, if you wanna be tagged in the last chapter just ell me cos I’m actually planning on posting that soon as well.

It’s been two weeks since Jinyoung stopped talking to us, and I’ve had enough of it. He’s neither replied to my or Mark’s texts while clearly holding his phone in class, so obviously he wants us to know that he’s ignoring us.

Once Mr. Choi says class dismissed, I grabbed my things and jogged over to the other side of the room for him. He was still fixing up his things when I arrived and the blank expression he had somehow fell.

I move over to him once his row is cleared and call out to him, “Jinyoung.”

Much unlike him, he takes all his things and shoves it into his bag, out of spite. But it was too unlike his nature. He sighs and begins to fix it inside, not paying attention to me.

“I’m sorry that I upset you.”

Jinyoung glares at me, “you’re sorry? For what?”

I bite my lower lip and huff, “Jinyoung... please don’t be like this.”

Jinyoung scoffs, “you still don’t get it, do you.”

“Could you please just tell me? I don’t like becoming your enemy.”

“Do you? From what I can tell you don’t care at all for me.”

I pull back from his tight remark and frown, “how could you say that...”

Jinyong's eyes are on fire as he watches my expression in disgust, “You can’t play with me, just because we’re friends.”

“I’m not playing with you," I manage weakly.

Jinyoung rolls his eyes and finally fixes all his things and storms past me. I let him have a head start and run after him right after.

The moment I caught up with him, I grab onto his arm and blurt, “there’s only one thing I can think of... but I have no idea how you’d know.”

Jinyoung finally stops and turns to me.

I feel my feel tears well up in my eyes and I pull him to the side. Jinyoung looks down at me as I fiddle my fingers. I scratch my eyes and turn to him, finding he dawned a different expression on his face.

“Do you know about..." I suck in a breath and whisper, "my sugar daddy?"

Jinyoung clenches his jaw for a moment, then lets out a breath, “... yes. I saw him take you out in his sports car when I was supposed to come over. I was already outside your door when I called.”

I bite my lower lip.

Jinyoung clenched jaw, "you lied to me that day. You said you were going to sleep in all day. You even had the audacity to say you had fun with me the day before."

I turn to him, hot tears streaming down my face. I desperately reason out, "but I did Jinyoung. I love hanging out with you no matter where or when."

Jinyoung turns away from me and I begin to feel like the world was staring at me at this point. I turn to my feet in shame and embarrassment.

"Then why did you lie?" Jinyoung starts again, not caring if the world could hear, "between your teeth, in front of my face? And you told Mark though, so it infuriates me even more."

I suck in a breath for courage and grab his hand, "can we talk at my apartment, please. Give me a chance to explain."

I dread that he will rip him hand away from me and spit at my face. But instead, he grips my wrist and sighs, leading me off.

When we get there, Jinyoung's keen eye notices all the differences in the place. He doesn't miss to note on it bitterly, "wah, you bought an oven too. How cute."

I frown and turn to him, "ya... I did it for you okay."

Jinyoung looks at me, bewildered, caught off guard.

I whine and wipe my face. I drop my bag to the floor and push the thought of missing class today away, "I bought an oven so we could make cheesecake, because I just like you so damn much. And I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean for you to see Jackson. And I had to tell Mark because I had to spend all the money he gave me or else I would lose it."

Jinyoung shakes his head and hands, "wait don't tell me the story like this. Tell me from the beginning, from the very start till now."

And so I do.

By the end of it, Jinyoung and I are sitting on the couch with an awkwardly small gap between us. I don't know what was going through his mind now, but what I did know was that he wasn't happy.

"So what, you're going to keep doing this? What if he asks you to marry you for the sake of his mom?"

I furrow my brows, "Jinyoung, he wouldn't do that. And besides, I think he won't ask me to come over anymore."

"But if he does, will you go?"

"... I can't just leave him."

Jinyoung turns sour, "you most definitely can. You have nothing in writing."

"But he's like a friend now..."

He scoffs, "so you like this Jackson guy?"

I bitterly reply without turning to him, "it's like you want me to make a neon sign that I like you, Jinyoung."

When he doesn't give a sassy retort, I feel my insides grind in fear. I manage to turn to him and my stomach drops when I see he's staring at me, "do you mean it?"

I frown.

"Or are you just saying things I want to hear to get a pass?"

I feel my eyes glass, "what?"

Jinyoung scoffs out a chuckle, "are you an idiot, or are you an idiot?"

"... ... Jinyoung ..."

He sighs, "you still don't get it, do you?" Jinyoung diminishes the gap between us and casually wipes the tears on my cheek away, "I like you so much, you big idiot."

I just look at him, dumbfounded, not really knowing what to say, up until a thought popped up in my head, "is that why you were so upset?"

Jinyoung rolls his eyes, "what do you think?"

It may have been misplaced and untimely, but my stomach swirls in butterflies and I begin to feel giddy.

"You have to stop seeing him though."

I feel pulled back by his sudden statement.

"I don't want you going around with some guy that has so much leverage over you. Especially not because you wanted to by me an over for stupid cheesecake, the hell?"

I open my mouth to protest, but Jinyoung cuts me off, “you’ve done enough, pabo. Now, for my sake,” he grabs my hand, “don’t see any other guy, but me.”

My heart races. My breath hitches.”

Jinyoung clears his throat, “so, can I be your boyfriend?”

I can’t help but bite my lip and snort at him for asking like that. I, instead on answering, do what I have thought of doing whenever he pouts, or whenever he smiles, or whenever he’s stressed, or whenever he’s teasing me. I move forward and peck his lips, placing a chaste kiss and smiling back at him.

Jinyoung doesn’t seem to be surprised by this, and only pushes me back to plant a deeper kiss on my lips. We reposition, so that my torso is facing him and so is his facing mine. I wind up leaning on the arm rest of the sofa and Jinyoung’s hands are latching themselves on my body. He stops midway and inhales, “I want you to answer me though, just so it’s clear we’re on the same page.”

I pretend to think about it, “... I dunno, commitment seems a little too much. Why not just be kissing buddies?”

Jinyoung raises his upper lip and makes an annoyed sound. He then tickles me where he had his hands and I jolt and wither at the assault.

“Okay! Okay!” I scream, making him cease and narrow his eyes at me, “you can be my boyfriend, Park Jinyoung.”

Jinyoung scoffs, “ya, you think you’re so cool? It’s an honor for you to be my girlfriend.”

I forfeit another reply and only pull him close. Jinyoung reciprocates immediately.

My mind is already hazy when he pulls away again, “I want to hear you say it--”

“Shut up, Jinyoung.”

It’s kinda funny how Jinyoung and I go about now. I remember telling Mark about it during class and how much he freaked out because of it.

It was kinda funny.

Much like I has anticipated, an entire month had passed and I didn't even really think about Jackson. That was up until I got a call one night from no other than my sugar daddy himself.

“Hello?” I answer immediately

“Hey--” his voice is thick and low, “I know this is short notice, but can I meet you right now?”

I pull my phone away to check the time. I see it’s about 9:30pm. I pull my phone back, “I dunno, Jackson. I’m kinda scared to go out at this time.”

“What if I pick you up?”

I think of Jinyoung for a moment, then I reply to Jackson, “okay.”

By the time Jackson arrives, I had texted Jinyoung that I would go out with Jackson for one last time. He was hesitant, but he said that he trusted me more than anything.

I went into Jackson’s car and he immediately just drives once I get in. I barely even have time to put my seatbelt on. I look at him and see his face is dishevelled.

I decide not to speak up until he parks in a 24/7 supermarket’s parking lot.

“My mom passed,” Jackson says, immediately breaking down.

For a moment I am stunned, and I have absolutely no idea what to do. Jackson is gripping the steering wheel as he crumbles and weeps. I then have the decency to reach out to him and rub his back. I want to speak, to say something, but I just feel like I shouldn’t.

It’s Jackson that bursts out again, “the day you met her, she said she was really tired from being so happy. I stayed with her that night, watching her drama. I slept on the couch. When I woke up, she... she was stiff and... and-”

I cover my face with my hands, “Jackson...”

“It’s like she was just waiting for that moment and-- I- I feel like if you hadn’t met her then, she’d... she’d still be waiting... and it conflicts me so much.”

I begin to feel tears fall from my eyes as well.

“You know, at the very least she’s not suffering anymore, and you made her happy,” Jackson shudders, turning to me with bloodshot eyes. He frowns, lips quivering, “oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I’ve just made everything so depressing.”

“No,” I take his hand, “what you feel right now is normal. You’ve just had a great loss. I’m glad that I got to meet her and made her happy, Jackson.”

He chuckles, “don’t you resent me for doing something like this.”

I shake my head, “no. In fact, let’s stop this agreement between us okay. If you ever need me, just call me as a friend, okay.”

Jackson pulls his hand away to slap it on his face, “oh lord, as if I deserve that.”

“Jackson-”

“No... I shouldn’t take advantage of you.”

“You’re not!” I say, “I want you to be my friend. You can hang out with me, Jinyoung, Mark, and Nari. I think it would be good for you, especially now. I can take you to cheap restaurants and let you borrow two dollar shirts. You’ll finally taste boxed wine.”

He begrudgingly chuckles at that. I give a smile.

For a moment, he just heaves. Jackson settles and turns to me, offering a sad smile, “thank you... for everything.”

“Thank you too.”

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fred-george-fic · 3 years

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In the Middle Pt. 6

Cedric x Reader & George x Reader (Eventually)

A/N: I am so appreciative for all the positive responses and likes that I have been getting for this fic! So thank you, you all are the reason I keep writing!

Summary: It’s the Second Task plus a special moment with Cedric!

Pairing(s): Cedric x Reader & George x Reader (eventually)

Word Count: 1.9k

Masterlist: ~Part 1~Part 2~Part 3~Part 4~Part 5~

Warnings: None!

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The Second Task

On February 23rd, you are sitting with Cedric in the Courtyard, chatting with his friends from Hufflepuff about the task tomorrow. Cedric’s arm is lazily wrapped around your waist as you sit on a bench. Over the past few months, Cedric’s friends have grown quite fond of you. You can often be seen talking to them in classes or walking with them, even when Cedric isn’t around. As you’re sitting there, Hermione and Ron walk up to the group.

“Hey, Y/N?” Hermione says as they approach. “Mad-eye told us to find you because Professor McGonagall is looking for us.”

You nod your head and turn to Cedric. “I’ll see you tomorrow? I’ll be the one cheering so loud that even the creatures at the bottom of the lake can hear me.” You smile at him, kissing him quickly.

“I might need more of those before the task.” He grins, kissing you one last time before you walk away.

“See you all later!” You wave as you walk with Hermione and Ron to Professor McGonagall’s office.

“Ah, Welcome students.” She says as you walk in and motions to the three seats in front of her. “Please, take a seat.”

You all sit down and notice Professor Dumbledore is also standing in the room, watching you all. “Good evening. How would you three feel about participating in the second task?” He asks, scanning all three of your faces

“How would we help?” Hermione questions.

“I am assuming both Harry and Cedric have discussed with you what they heard from the Golden Egg.” You all nod your heads as Dumbledore continues to speak. “The final line is ‘To recover what we took’, which is where you three come in.”

“You want us to be the taken items?” You ask much quicker than you expected.

“Yes. Each of you means something to the champions. We have already gotten permission from Fleur’s parents to use her sister as well.” Dumbledore continues to stare at each of you, awaiting your answer.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” You look up meeting Dumbledore’s eyes, as Hermione and Ron also agree.

“You will not be returning to your common rooms today. Nor will you get a chance to speak with the champions before the second ask tomorrow. I promise you will be safe and will awake once you come out of the water.” The last thing you see before falling asleep is a wave of Dumbledore’s wand.

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The Morning of the Second Task

Fred and George are walking through the crowd of people, shouting to take anyone’s bets.

“Step up mates, don’t be shy!” Fred begins.

“Three lads…” George continues.

“…One lady.”

“Four go down…”

“But will four come up?”

“Don’t be so mean.” Ginny says as she walks past the boys.

“Wait, Ginny. Have you seen Y/N?” George asks.

“Not since yesterday!” Ginny shouts as she continues walking to the docks. Eventually, George and Fred set up their betting booth on the docks. Cedric walks up to them.

“Ah, Diggory. What can we do for you?” Fred looks at Cedric. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready to get in the lake?”

“Have either of you seen Y/N?” He barley acknowledges the boys as he asks his question.

“Wait. You haven’t seen her either?” George looks up puzzled, he thought you had already made your way to the docks with Cedric. “Harry hadn’t seen Hermione or Ron either.”

Suddenly, Cedric’s eyes get wide as he realizes what has been taken from him. He looks at the lake and sprints towards the end of the dock where Fleur and Victor are already waiting. Cedric eyes the lake, seeming like he could jump in at any moment. Meanwhile, George and Fred have also caught onto your location. George looks over at Fred with a knowing look, Cedric better pull this task off. Harry runs up, talking to Neville and lines up with the other champions.

“Welcome to the second task. Last night, something was stolen from each of our champions. A treasure of sorts. These four treasures, one for each champion, now lie at the bottom of the Black lake…” Dumbledore continues on giving his announcer speech. Cedric continues to look at the lake with determination as his Hufflepuff friends continue cheering him on. The cannon goes off and the champions jump in the water.

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Your lungs immediately fill with air as you break the surface of the water. You can feel arms around you, and when you look back you see Cedric helping lead you to the bottom platform of the dock. On the platform you can see Fred and George, along with some Hufflepuff students waiting to pull you both up. George and Fred help you up onto the platform, while Cedric’s friends help him. You’re immediately wrapped in a towel and someone places a beanie on your head. When you look up, you notice Fred is wearing his, but George isn’t. “You alright, Y/N?” George asks.

“A little chilly.” You manage a smile while your teeth chatter and begin to head up to a higher platform.

“Only a little? Guess I can have my beanie back?” George laughs following behind you.

“Okay, you got me. I’m bloody freezing.” You reach the top of the ladder and hear a number of cheers around you as another person breaks the surface. You notice Hermione and Victor, followed by Ron and Fleur’s sister Gabrielle. Finally, Harry shoots out of the water and lands on the dock.

As the judges discuss, the placements of the champions you can feel someone putting another towel over your shoulders. When you look over, you notice Cedric offering you a wide smile. “Here, put this on too.” He says handing you his jersey. You slip it over your head and rewrap the towels around you, moving closer to Cedric, who wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head.

“Attention!” You hear Dumbledore shout. “The winner is… Mr. Diggory! Who showed innate command of the bubble-head charm.” Cheers immediately erupt throughout the various platforms. You cheer loudly, wrapping your arms around Cedric’s neck who immediately pulls you in for a kiss. All the cheering faded away for a moment, until Dumbledore continued talking.

“However, seeing as Mr. Potter would have finished first, and rescued not only Mr. Weasley but the others as well, we have agreed to award him with second place.” You could hear George and Fred let out a loud cheer behind you and the Durmstrang boys begin complaining.

“Congrats Harry!” You yell towards him. He smiles at you and gives you a thumbs up, before continuing his conversation with Ron and Hermione.

Everyone began to shuffle out of the stadium, you followed next to Cedric and the rest of his Hufflepuff friends as you moved towards the boats. “You did great out there today, Mr. Diggory.” You laugh and give him a wink.

“All because of you.” He puts his arm around you and pulls you closer to him. “The moment I realized that it was you in the lake, I knew I needed to get you out of there as quickly as possible.”

“Well, I am glad I can be of some service.” You smile at him and continue on your way back to Hogwarts.

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The Day Before the Final Task

On June 23rd, the day before the Final task, you were on your way to the Astronomy Tower to meet Cedric. Hannah had given you a note saying:

Y/N,

Please meet me at the Astronomy Tower tonight at 9 PM. I want to see you before the final task.

-Cedric

Since the Second Task, you two have practically been inseparable. Cedric managed to walk you to almost every class, you starting having lunches together, and more often than not, you two would stay out until you absolutely had to head back to the common room. This drove Fred and George mad, you made sure to reserve breakfast times for them but they would constantly bug you about it.

“We never spend any more time together, Y/N!” Fred would say as you went off to spend more time with Cedric.

“I’ll literally be staying at the Burrow with you all summer! I will barely get to see Cedric!” You would protest.

“Let her go, Freddie. She has other priorities now.” George would say coldly, usually walking away. He seemed to be taking it a bit harder than Fred, but you knew once summer hit, you would be spending all your time with the twins. Cedric lived close enough to the Weasley’s, but they were kind enough to let you stay there the last few summers. You weren’t going to impose by leaving the Burrow to spend time with Cedric all summer.

“I’m really sorry. But I promise we’ll spend time together once the school year is over!” You even offered to take them on a trip to Hogsmede last weekend with Cedric, but they declined saying they were busy.

As you reach the bottom of the Astronomy Tower and make your way up the steps, you see Cedric leaning over one of the railings. You walk up next to him. “Enjoying the stars?” You look around and notice how bright the sky is, filled with billions of stars.

“Yeah, but I’m going to enjoy them a lot more now that you’re here.” He says looking over at you. He doesn’t give you his usual smile, just looks at you.

“Are you okay?” You grab his hand, meeting his gaze. The light from the sky hit the side of Cedric’s face, causing his eye to glimmer slightly.

“Yes. I’m a little nervous about tomorrow.” He squeezes your hand in reassurance. This time he does give you one of his signature wide smiles. “Nothing to worry about. I’ll make it through.”

“So, what made you ask me to come up here so late?” You ask, not pulling your eyes away from his.

“I wanted to give you this actually. I usually try not to pay attention to Rita’s gossip, but I saw someone reading it and noticed this.” Cedric pulls out a photo of the two of you from the second task. It shows the moment the two of you kissed once he was announced the winner.

“Did you cut this out?” You stare at the photo with a wide smile. You really never considered how lovely you two look together.

He rubs the back of his neck and lets out a small grin. “Yeah. Once I saw it, I really wanted to give it to you.”

“I absolutely love it!” You plant a kiss on his lips and go back to looking at the photo.

“I love you.” The words come out of Cedric’s mouth before he actually realized what he was saying. His eyes go wide as you slowly break away from the photo and meet his eyes.

“Did you just-?” You look at him in shock for a moment, taking in his words. His eyes soften then and he pulls you close to him.

“Yeah. I love you, Y/N. I’ve known for a while now; I just didn’t know when to say it.” He laughs lightly.

“I love you too, Cedric.” You smile and kiss him again, this time more passionately. He holds you close to him and smiles.

“I’m glad that’s all sorted.” He kisses the top of your head and keeps his arms wrapped around you, as the two of you watch the stars before headed back to your common rooms.

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nose-bandaid · 3 years

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a hug per dollar

hello! it's me, the platonic anon from before... may i request a non-romantic, changgu & gender-neutral reader, coffee/study date? and maybe you could work in a reassuring hug 🥺 thank you so much 💛

Yeo One (Changgu) x (gender neutral) Reader | Platonic fluff + comfort?! | 1.8k words

synopsis: overworking can sometimes be an easy, but terrible habit to fall into, but luckily, changgu is there to drag you out when you do.

a/n: lol i think i projected this to have 1.2k but it ended up with 1.8 but i am not complaining !!!! to my dear platonic anon, sorry this took so long ksdhfkdsj i hope you enjoy it !! i may or may not have done an uno reverse on stud.hui.o fanatic because now it is the reader who's overworking BAM 💛

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"Don't you think we've been here for long enough?"

Your hand stopped writing the flurry of notes and you looked at your friend, who peered back at you over his laptop. "Changgu, it's literally only been..."

You flipped your phone over to look at the time on its display and faltered when you realized just how late into the day it was. "I guess we have been here for a while."

"Which is exactly why I think we should—"

"But I'm not ready to leave yet!" You snapped back, immediately backing off when you realized how harsh your voice was.

"You didn't get much sleep last night, did you?" He pressed on and you buried your face back into the piles of work laid in front of you.

"We don't talk about that either."

He let you be and the two of you went back to working in silence for the next while until Changgu eventually got up from his seat. Your eyes followed him as he stretched and let out a sigh. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom."

"Okay." You replied, and returned to your work.

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Not long after, a juice box slid into your view and you looked up at Changgu who returned after his bathroom break that took much longer than a usual bathroom break would've taken. You quirked an eyebrow in his direction.

"You got juice from the bathroom?"

He laughed and you took note of the other juice box in his hand — the exact same flavour as yours. "Of course I did. They added vending machines in the bathroom recently, didn't you know that?"

You decided to play along. "Is that so? No, I didn't know that. But do enlighten me as to why you would ever trust a vending machine located in the bathroom."

He laughed at your small jest. "Nah, I just went on an adventure to grab us some fuel." He dropped back into his seat and let out a relieved hum as he stared at his laptop. "After finishing that stupid essay I think I deserved the treat."

"You know, if you're done working you can always head back first. I'm fine on my own."

He shook his head adamantly at your offer. "This is our study session, you know? It's a we thing," he emphasized that with a point to the table. "So I'm not leaving until you're also done."

You sent him a small smile in appreciation and returned to your textbook, taking a small sip from the juice box as you did. It was refreshing and in the back of your mind, you wondered how he knew this was your favourite flavour. You didn't recall ever telling him.

"Though I think you've done more than enough work for today."

You didn't miss the next thing he muttered quietly.

"Look, Changgu, I'll just finish this chapter and we can call it today, okay?" You desperately held up a finger to assist in your pleading.

"One chapter and one chapter only." He reluctantly gave in, deciding to get a head start on another assignment in the meanwhile. Once again, you settled back into a comfortable silence, listening to the distant voices of others in the library.

You ended up finishing that chapter quicker than you initially thought you would and it flared up a new flame of determination within you. You could cram in a few more chapters then, right? You'll get them done in no time, especially with the flow you had now.

Agreeing with yourself, you got started right away.

You're pretty sure Changgu noticed when you flipped the page again.

And again.

Surely he's noticed the way you're slouched over a bit more now, the way your eyes were drooping and your gaze became unfocused. The way you've hardly touched the bag of snacks since he opened it. But you kept on going. Your determination knew no limits and you kept on going despite all the rational part of you that screamed at you to stop.

...Now, where did you leave off before you started daydreaming?

Right, at the end of this paragraph. You returned to staring at the mundane words in the textbook. You swore you were almost finished with this page but you also told yourself that what felt like hours ago. No matter how many times you read the same sentence over and over again, the words never seemed to stick in your mind. Your hand couldn't figure out what to write and what to leave out. All of it seemed important and you cursed the way your next exam weighed so much and yet gave you such vague preparation instructions. If only you had started studying earlier... but wasn't one week enough? Maybe you just weren't fit for this? Probably, because —

Changgu placed his hand onto yours. He gently pulled the pen out of your grasp and gestured for you to look at him.

"Let's take a break, you have no say in it. Seeing you like this makes me exhausted, I can't take this anymore."

No matter how many times you've drilled into your mind that it was absolutely not okay to take a break, the moment you heard the words from someone else, your composure crumbled.

You let out a deep sigh and let your weight rest on the table. "Yeah let's."

Changgu helped you pack your work away after cleaning up his own and waited until you were fully ready. When you slid the chair back to its former home, he held out a hand for you to take and you happily took a place by his side.

"Are you going to take me on another adventure?" You playfully asked, already feeling a little better now that your work was tucked away.

He shrugged. "Honestly, I had no clue where I was going to take you 'cause I didn't think you'd actually stop studying. But sure! Let's make this an adventure."

Stepping outside, you realized how much nicer it was to have a change of scenery. It was already late afternoon, the sun shining brightly above, engulfing you in a pleasant kind of warmth.

You sighed inwardly, this would've been more relaxing if your mind would just stop drifting back to all the work you still to be done. Hadn't you done enough? You worked so hard for the past who-knows-how-many-hours and yet it only left you unsatisfied and even more stressed.

Maybe it just wasn't enough.

A gentle bop on your head brought you out of your thoughts and you stared at Changgu, his hand still raised from bonking your bad thoughts away.

"Stop thinking so much." He crossed his arms and looked at you pointedly.

"Huh?"

Squinting his eyes, his face leaned into yours, getting closer and closer, and you found yourself edging away from the intrusion. Just as quickly as it started, he suddenly disappeared, straightening his back again and letting out a huff.

"Just as I thought."

"What?" You asked again, still lost.

"You're thinking bad things about yourself again! Stop that."

"How did you know?"

He playfully punched your shoulder at that. "I'm your best friend, you think I wouldn't notice these things? You always have this expression on your face when you're beating yourself up. Looks kinda stupid."

Your mouth gaped at his remark. "Hey!'

"I'm kidding, you never look stupid," he smiled and continued. "But what is stupid is you thinking that you're not good enough because you can't keep up with everything that's going on. Can you really blame yourself if some uncontrollable force decided to dump an unreasonable amount of work on you all at once? You're doing your best, which is one, really paying off because I swear you've covered like a billion chapters today. And two, is extremely cool — I heard the group studying behind us gush about how hard you were working and guess what?"

"...What?" You asked hesitantly, still trying to recover from your friend's spiel.

Changgu grabbed your shoulders to keep your attention. "I also think you're really really cool!!" He announced loudly, capturing the attention of a mother and her daughter nearby. They walked away after the initial surprise.

Your lip trembled, not even having it within you to be embarrassed by his public confession. Instead, you were overwhelmed by his kindness. "Changgu..."

He pulled you into a hug and you basked in his presence. The faint smell of fresh laundry lingered on his hoodie and you melted into his comfort. "You're doing great, and you'd be doing even better if you let yourself breathe for a moment. As overwhelming as it may feel, the only thing that's going to bring you down is yourself if you keep on going at this rate — not your work." He gently scolded before he pulled away and cupped your face, eyes boring into yours.

"Got that?"

You nodded hesitantly. "Yes."

"I don't know... that wasn't really convincing..."

You laughed lightly and pushed his hands away from you. "I got it, I got it, Changu. Thank you so much." You found yourself much more relaxed after your talk. "From studying with me to buying me snacks and comforting me... aargh, I appreciate it."

Changgu simply gave you a bright smile. "Anything for you."

That was all he said, but those 3 words were enough to express just how much you meant to each other.

"Besides, I don't think of it as a chore, any time spent with you is great."

You pouted. "You're too good for me, seriously. How can I make it up to you?"

In all honesty, you expected him to dismiss the question, but instead, Changgu's eyes wandered off as he placed a finger on his chin. "Well, I did notice that my favourite drink is on sale when I passed by that cafe on the way here..."

You sent him an amused look. "The juice wasn't enough?"

"Are you telling me to pass on a sale that takes a whole dollar off?"

Once again, you found yourself playing along with his act and your eyes widened. "Oh geez, you're right, we can't miss out on that." Pushing Changgu from behind, you ushered him forward. "Let's get moving! We spent so much time in the library the shop's going to close by the time we get there."

Changgu chuckled as you caught up and fell into step with his movements. "I'm glad to see that you're back to normal."

"And I'm glad we get to save a buck on overpriced drinks. Thanks for everything, Changgu." You swiftly replied and he sent a smile your way.

"Anytime."

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iamjjmmma · 3 years

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My Own MBTI Test (Yes, You Can Call It JJ’s MBTI Test)

Usually, I only use this account for SU purposes. However, I don’t have any other ideas as to where to post this other than my own website I don’t have the time or mental wherewithal to create as of now, and I really don’t want it hanging around in my docs in the chance of being deleted.

Basically, I made this due to the idea that MBTI tests you can find on the Internet tend to be clunky and long. Sure, they allow for variety, which allows for complexity in discerning your personality, but this also makes for what can be a frustratingly long experience. That being said, because of this test’s binary nature, it may not be completely accurate. However, it will make an attempt to distinguish both your general MBTI type and your specific composition of each of the four letters. As usual, let me know if you find anything wrong with the test.

Without further ado, let’s begin. For ease of taking the test, you can copy and paste, open a new post, and then bold what applies to you before reblogging it. Make sure to credit me.

General (this is used to obtain your type. Because of the binary nature of types, you must pick the one that most closely applies to you).

It’s been a long, mind-numbing, draining day at work. Your friends call and ask you to join them for a night on the town, with them covering all the costs. What do you say?

A: “No, thank you!”. Then, you settle in for a nice night of watching movies, eating comfort food, and having a hot bath. (Introvert)

B: “Sure!”. You then have fun with your friends. (Extrovert)

Would you rather have a career in which you work with your...

A: Hands (Sensory)

B: Mind (iNtuitive)?

Head or heart?

A: Head (Thinking)

B: Heart (Feeling)

Would you say that you’re quick to jump to conclusions (this includes if you’re prone to saying, “I don’t know all the information and can’t form a perfect conclusion from that, BUT here’s the conclusion I do have…”), or is it more natural to you not to form an opinion until you’ve examined every possible source? Be honest.

A: The Former (Judging)

B: The Latter (Perceiving)

The capital letter at the beginning determines your type (except for iNtuitive). For example, if you picked B, B, B, A, then your letters would be E, N, F, and J (ENFJ). Go back through the test now, see what you picked, and write your letters down accordingly.

Now, if you’d like a specific composition of how introverted and extroverted you are, then you need to take four more tests. (Don’t worry, it’ll still be shorter, and easier, than the vast majority of MBTI tests you find online.)

The Introvert/Extrovert Composition Test:

Which would you prefer to do on the weekends with no prior plans?

A: Have a deep, personal, one-on-one day spent with your best friend

B: Have a fun, but not too personal, outing spent with a group of friends

Where are you more productive?

A: Someplace quiet

B: Someplace loud

How would you describe yourself in terms of your speech?

A: Reserved, taciturn, reticent

B: Outgoing, talkative, jovial

When you want a friendship, you..

A: Wait for someone to take the initiative for you, and then eagerly join that friendship

B: Take the initiative yourself

In general, which are you more prone to feeling in social situations?

A: Overwhelmed, overstimulated

B: Bored, understimulated

Where would you prefer to be?

A: In the background, where you can lie low

B: In the center of attention, where you can show off

How do you feel when talking to people you’ve never met before?

A: Awkward

B: Energized

You tend to get more joy out of...

A: Reading a book at home

B: Watching a movie at a movie theater

At work, you’re seen as someone who’s..

A: Timid and meek

B: Brash and perhaps seen by others as overbearing

Finally, in general, after social interaction, you feel...

A: Drained

B: Satisfied/wanting more

Obviously, if you chose A more often, you’re more introverted, and if you chose B more often, you’re more extroverted. But add the number of times you circle A and B. For example, if you, in that ENFJ example, circle A 3 times and B 7 times, then your introvert/extrovert composition would be 30% introverted, 70% extroverted. (Note: If you choose 5 and 5, don’t automatically assume you’re an ambivert. True ambiverts are in fact incredibly rare, and you’re better off going with what you chose on good ol’ question 10 to determine whether or not you’re an introvert or an extrovert. You just swing very slightly that way and may have ambiverted functions, that’s all. In addition, pure introverts and pure extroverts are incredibly rare, which means that if you circled 10 on either side, you’re probably closer to being 95-99% of one or the other instead of 100%. Bottom line: everyone has some introversion and some extroversion.)

The Sensory/iNtuition Composition Test

How well do you tend to remember events from your past?

A: Very well

B: Poorly

In general, do you focus on the here and now, or do you tend to get distracted by other timeframes?

A: Here and now

B: Other timeframes

Do you often dwell on the past?

A: No

B: Yes

Do you often dwell on the future?

A: No

B: Yes

Which of the following beliefs best applies to you?

A: “I am who I am thanks to the past, and there’s nothing I can do to change it.”

B: “Who I am now is who I am now. The past doesn’t matter.”

Your romantic relationships with others are mostly driven by?

A: Your differences from the other person

B: Your similarities to the other person

What grades did you/are you getting in school?

A: Mostly C’s, D’s, F’s

B: Mostly C’s, B’s, A’s

Someone who is fundamentally incompetent in your field, but very high-ranking, and someone who is very low-ranking, but is shown to be fundamentally very competent in skills related to your field, are both making conversation with you, acting very condescending in the process. Which one would you kick out of the room first?

A: The low-ranking one

B: The one who is fundamentally incompetent in your field

Would you describe yourself as more results-oriented or more process-oriented?

A: Process-oriented

B: Results-oriented

Finally, would you describe yourself as someone who prefers to be more concrete or more abstract?

A: Concrete

B: Abstract

Again, if you chose A more often, you’re more sensory, and if you chose B more often, you’re more intuitive. But add the number of times you circle A and B. For example, if the ENFJ example chose A 1 time and B 9 times, then their sensory/intuitive composition would be 10/90. (Note: If you choose 5 and 5, you’re in the right for assuming that you’re an even split between the both of them… in fact, this is the most common even split in all of these tests, and, surprisingly, these won’t fundamentally affect your personality in any drastic way. You simply prefer to have a completely even balance of sensory input and intuition. In addition, pure sensors and pure intuitives are incredibly rare, which means that if you circled 10 on either side, you’re probably closer to being 95-99% of one or the other instead of 100%. Bottom line, just like in the introverted/extroverted test: everyone has some sensory and some intuitive preferences.)

The Thinking/Feeling Test. Possibly the easiest test you’ll take among these four.

You have an unlikely dream you want to pursue, such as being a famous musician without any income to help get you off the ground. Do you pursue it?

A: No

B: Yes

Would you rather be in a relationship with someone who’s guaranteed to give you a financially stable existence or be in a relationship with someone that you’re completely, utterly, madly in love with?

A: The former

B: The latter

Your business is doing poorly, and one of your employees is in danger of being laid off. You have just enough money in your bank account to keep him afloat in your company, but that’s just about all the money that you have. What do you do?

A: Fire him. It’s the tough choice, but the choice you’ll have to make for the good of everyone involved, including the employee.

B: Give him the money. It’s what he would’ve done for you, and there’s always ways to find more money through your family and friends.

Would you rather be alone forever or settle with a partner who is less than ideal for you?

A: Be alone forever

B: Settle for a partner who is less than ideal for me

Your friends invite you for a surprise trip across the country, visiting all of the places on everyone’s bucket list! However, this will require you taking 3-4 weeks off of work, as well as paying for all of your travel expenses, and perhaps some of your friends’, out of pocket. What do you do?

A: Decline the offer.

B: Accept the offer.

How do you react when you’re grieving?

A: I do my best to suppress my emotions and get myself and my family out of this crisis. I can go through my emotions later.

B: Go through my emotions as soon as I can. The sooner I do that, the sooner I can move on and help others move on as well.

Would you describe yourself as more liberal or conservative? (If you’re a centrist, just pick the closest one you lean to.)

A: Conservative

B: Liberal

Do you believe in soulmates?

A: No- there are over 4 billion adults on this planet. Statistically, there’s no way I can possibly meet them all, let alone whittle it down to the one person out of everyone who’s most ideal for me.

B: Yes, of course! Why else would someone choose to spend the rest of their lives with someone else?

It’s a Saturday night, you’re exhausted, and all you want to do is watch a movie. Which genre do you pick?

A: Something thought-provoking and based off of real events and concepts, such as a documentary or movies based on a true story.

B: Something unrealistic, but always sends you over the moon, such as a comedy or a romance.

Finally, what would you say personally rules over you the most?

A: My head

B: My heart

Again, if you chose A more often, you’re more thinking, and if you chose B more often, you’re more feeling. But add the number of times you circle A and B. For example, if the ENFJ example chose A 5 times and B 5 times, then their thinking/feeling composition would be 50/50. (Note: If you choose 5 and 5, you’re in the right for assuming that you’re an even split between the both of them… in fact, this is the second most common even split in all of these tests, and, surprisingly, these won’t fundamentally affect your personality in any drastic way. You simply prefer to have a completely even balance of being ruled by logic and being ruled by your emotions. In addition, pure thinkers and pure feelers are incredibly rare and are more caricatures than anything, which means that if you circled 10 on either side, you’re probably closer to being 95-99% of one or the other instead of 100%. Bottom line, just like before- everyone is ruled to some capacity by logic, and to some capacity by their emotions.)

Finally, the Judging/Perceiving Composition Test.

You’ve just woken up in the morning, and you’re deciding what to do for the day. What are you most likely to do?

A: Make a to-do list

B: Just stay in tune with yourself and do whatever you’d like to do

You’ve just planned a trip to the East Coast, but a hurricane suddenly hits, as it often does, and all your plans for what you’re going to do for these next three days are ruined. How do you react to this?

A: With anger, constantly checking in to see if the hurricane will end, and making plans B, C, and D

B: In stride- hey, there was always a chance this could happen, and besides, this is a chance to stay in and play board games!

How do you approach work?

A: As work. Play can be saved for later.

B: As play- sometimes, I make it a game to see how quickly I can do tasks, see how many coffee breaks I can take without others noticing, or see what potential pranks i can lay on people.

In terms of priorities, how do you approach work?

A: Work is always first-priority. That way, what I want to do can be saved for later without further interruptions.

B: Work is always as far back in the priority list as possible- I don’t want to be a killjoy.

A new goal appears in front of you. How blind are you to things such as your immediate surroundings, new information, and the names and details of new people that come across you during this time?

A: Very

B: Not very much so; I can keep everything scoped in front of me

How do others tend to perceive you?

A: No-nonsense, structured, and rigid

B: Flexible, relaxed, and open for anything

Which of the following is closest to your work style?

A: In long-term efforts, with short breaks in between

B: In short bursts, with long breaks in between

An approaching deadline looms for one of your school assignments. What is your reaction?

A: Calm...I’ve done this assignment two weeks ago, and can now work ahead to work due later this month.

B: Panic...I’ve only gotten this halfway done, and I only have a few hours to do the rest!

Do you tend to make decisions the moment they’re needed?

A: Yes

B: No- often, I’m so busy sorting through the given information that I miss it when it happens

Finally, do you see yourself as someone who quickly makes judgements on certain issues, or someone who takes care to view every side of the argument before voicing an opinion?

A: The former

B: The latter

Again, if you chose A more often, you’re more judging, and if you chose B more often, you’re more perceiving. But add the number of times you circle A and B. For example, if the ENFJ example chose A 7 times and B 3 times, then their judging/perceiving composition would be 70/30. (Note: If you choose 5 and 5, you’re in the right for assuming that you’re an even split between the both of them… in fact, this is the third most common even split in all of these tests. However, this will end up changing your personality drastically, and may change most of your functioning style to the point where people sometimes see you as unpredictable or chaotic. In addition, pure judgers and pure perceivers are actually somewhat common. However, you should also take into consideration if that happens that if you circled 10 on either side, you’re still probably closer to being 95-99% of one or the other instead of 100%. Bottom line, just like before- everyone judges, and everyone perceives.)

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incarnateirony · 4 years

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Without maybe putting too fine a point on it, based on your observation of the way the show is headed, do you think we're moving to an ending that separates all of TFW from each other? I know the diverging of Sam and Dean's paths is a big part of their journeys, but do you think that applies to Cas (and even Jack), too? I think of all of them, I'm least clear on what the rest of Cas's journey looks like from here (beyond the Empty-that's pretty clear).

If you watch nothing else of my videos, I suggest taking the time to watch Galactic Grudge and Destiny’s Reflection. It takes about 20 minutes total, requires headphones and 1080P and yes, I understand people with audio processing hurdles or language barriers might struggle a bit but long term it maps out a path that would take several hundred pages or more to map out in text.

That disclaimer out of the way as to why I’ve arrived at this destination:

Yes.

Not entirely, nor permanently. Death is nothing to fear. Once they stop fearing death, and especially once they break the system so people aren’t auto-sorted into cages of passivity without their People and Families -- once All of the Heavens function on grand scale like, say, Ash’s bar did -- once humanity has reclaimed the throne/garden. What IS there to fear? That’s the real question.

With the video TLDR spec minded, my hot take:

Whether before or after Cas gets yeeted to the Empty (probably after), he’s due to mirror Rowena’s unbirthing of hell for a long, long list of reasons. Which sure, is her final death. But it wasn’t her end, was it?

But it’s Castiel most definitely arranging a home in which the Winchesters can have peace.

While I see Sam being the one to throw open all the doors of heaven as Chuck did hell and lead a giant MOL resistance through it to TAKE back the throne (another reason I think Cas won’t be until after the Empty, because taking heaven back is one thing but actually stabilizing it in all the omens of what happens if God disappears or w/e is another -- we’re talking 15.20 here) (also a note, berens wrote 12.22 as a two parter alongside Dabb for 23, and Dabb also wrote Inside Man where the Bobbies revolt), Cas is probably the one going to end up with that throne. Very loosely.

Because they can’t just throw it to their kid and put the weight of the world on his shoulders, it doesn’t break anything. And Rowena has gone from Cas foil to Cas mirror over the years, and even as far as, say, The Things We Left Behind -- much less later Funeralia when she actually MEANT IT, or anything else to follow -- it’s about regret over a child that our stupid battles pretty much condemned. Sam and Dean also have a foot in this story pond but it most centrally belongs to Cas.

So while Cas chases the path of the goddess (Mary, Rowena, Amara), and Sam subverts the allfather he was tied to this season (John, Chuck and yes, even histories of Dean himself), where is Dean? Well one, Dean’s always been tied to someone fans aren’t asking enough questions about right now: Death. Who is very, very prominent this year, and I think everyone has to go rewatch Two Minutes To Midnight right now, too. Focus on more than the pizza or even “one day I’ll reap god, too”. Just focus on it all. Hell, focus on the inversion of Death finding them inconsequential to them being important. Focus on it all.

Dean has emotionally lensed parts of Chuck’s pillar this season, but that’s not really HIS, that’s what Sam was directly tied to. Dealing with daddy issues has always been a Dean thing, and part of his residual anger and hurt are what drove him and Cas apart this year, so the Chuckmara mirroring he kinda filled that emotional slot, sure. But his mytharc positioning, I’m gonna need everybody to think about that.

Dabb has spent like, 2 years teaching people that it’s fine to let go in a mature way and process your grief. Both Sam and Jack got passed a philosopher’s stone in order from Dean to Cas to (cursed aeonchild), once in 15.09 and once in 15.13. The magenta light of death is on both Dean and Cas, but largely avoids Sam, and Jack after his rebirth, while they stand over the christchild in place of Joseph and Mary.

Be it Swan Song “I can’t keep treating you like a kid anymore; you’re a grown--well, overgrown--man”, to modern “But now... you are a grown man, and I am incredibly proud of you”; it’s recognition of the child as a man. Be it Dean’s 12.22 “I saw you. Back there. You’re ready for this.” -- be it John’s “What next?” while moving on. Be it “go, mom, be happy.” be it even when she died, and they thought of bringing her back, “I saw your mother’s heaven. And she is. Happy. She’s... with John. And there’s no hurt, there’s no pain, guilt. Just joy.”

Sam’s place is on earth. His chance to have a home. A family. Dean... Dean has a family. And sure, Sam does as part of that family. But to even be a head of a home. To HAVE a wife. And a son. To finish leaving behind his legacy. Dean... has his I’m sorry.

So let’s play a game, presuming relinquishing the angel’s hold on heaven is done. Saving Cas from the empty is done. But Cas is sitting on that heaven throne while they all look different ways on what to do. Sure, Jack could revive Sam and Dean and bring them back to earth even if Cas is stuck glued to heaven like Rowena is hell. But if Dean’s done his duty AND is proud of his brother beyond duty, if the monsters are all but taken care of short of some stragglers Sam’s legacy system with Eileen can clean up. And ultimately... someone still needs to raise Jack, yes-- what does that give us?

I saw you. You’re ready for this. Now, you’re a grown-- overgrown-- man. I can’t treat you like a kid anymore.

It’s okay, dadmom. You fought for me, raised me, loved me. That’s enough. Go. Be happy. I’ve got him.

So back to “Dabb’s Dark Side of the Moon, Ash bar, megascale”, well. I’m gonna say. They’re gonna need a good hand on deck for that dream to let people find their people, to find their heaven, hell, to decide if they haven’t found their people yet and go back and try again.

It’s not goodbye, it’s I’ll See You Later. Because there’s still parts of earth they can make better. Every day they can make it better. And once Sam has his life, full, he can and would rejoin them all, in heaven. Be that wayfarer bars or toes in the sand, a world where people, families--they’re just as real there as they are on earth, able to make their perfect worlds. Dean and yes, Cas, can go and make that world even ahead of Sam-- with John, and Mary, and whatever old friends they choose to see again. And Sam, and Jack -- and Eileen -- can live on earth. Because for years Dean has wanted Sam to have a life. And die old of something normal and have a kids and grandkids. Trial and Error (Dabb), anyone.

The issue is letting go without it either being suicidal ideation of destructive sacrifice. And I think that’s the framework we’re going to be delivered.

Could I be wrong, sure I guess, I’m human. But as of right now, that’s what I see.

Cas has always wanted to bring his People home. But who have his People become? While yes, being seated in that chair gives chance to make things right with a few remaining angels he would no doubt give a chance, humans reclaiming the garden and planet from the divine they surrendered it to (Hammer of the Gods, Dabb, if you read between the lines on the Billions of pagan gods), or reversing various sealings (Clip Show, Dabb, if you pay attention to how and why EACH WORLD WAS MADE TO BEGIN WITH and how many Falls there have been and WHY THE TABLETS EXIST TO BEGIN WITH), whatever. It wouldn’t really be about establishing authority--and in the end, I’m fairly certain the Castiel seated in that throne would be irrevocably human. Because it’s the human soul that’s immortal. Be it using his grace to establish a spell and reversing elements like in Sacrifice, or tied into the angel blood and human heart theme that’s screaming at us this year-- that’s pretty much where I see Cas ending up.

So Dean and Cas separate off to heaven in one way, Sam and Jack another, but still fated to come back together. Sam will have Eileen waiting for him. And Jack to raise.

Because the point is that they were here at all and you got to know them. And when they’re gone, it WILL hurt. But that hurt will be a reminder of how much you love them. But learning to let go -- it’s a part of growing up.

I’ve seen you. You’re ready for this. I can’t keep treating you like a kid anymore. You’re a grown, overgrown, man, and I am incredibly proud of you.

Go, be happy.

“See you on the other side.”

If people can’t watch my vids and pull anything out of it, my second note is to go do a Dabberens rewatch. Pull up Dabb and Berens eps on superwiki, make yourself a chain. I WILL note most of 6 and 7 has been seemingly obsoleted by Dabb, which should surprise none of us with all the ball punches at season 7 he does, so if you wanna save yourself a few hours, feel free to bypass. Season 10 also seems to have been addressed in season 14, and everything after that is the onset of Dabb era, so once you get to season 11 (where Carver and Dabb were sharing) and/or 12 (where Dabb took over entirely), just do a straight run. I also won’t blame you for bypassing Bloodlines.

But if you do truncate 6/7, and a few eps, I suggest replacing them with the finale of each season (4-14, 6 and 7 pretty much already addressed last year), because Dabb still heavily employs those whether they were his own or not. Before Carver came back Dabb was sitting in the upcoming showrunner slot even during Gamble era. Dude has been primed and paying attention for a long fucking time. Absolutely 0% of people should have been surprised at Dabb inheriting the show when he did. And he’s been telegraphing his ideas for this show for years. Notice how many eps I cited above have Dabb’s pen all over it.

It’s where my headspace already was but damn if it doesn’t put Dabb and Dabberens’ direction in scale.

So for all my talk of philosopher’s stone and Death and all of that, if you can’t bring yourself to wade through all 20 minutes of Grudge-Reflection, I ask you to at least think on symbolism here

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milkchu · 5 years

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❝anyway the wind blows❞ ♔ twelve.

Summary: (Y/N) Mercury’s journey of love, fame, and pain, alongside what would become one of the most legendary bands ever, Queen.

Pairing: Borhap!Queen x Reader, eventual Brian May x Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of drinking, smoking, and drugs, p**l pr*nt*r

⇦ previous chapter // next chapter ⇨

Munich, 1984

Sitting by the piano bench, you scribbled along on the papers in front of you, making some notes for your new song. Though, it felt too quiet and empty in the room, even though you knew Paul was right there.

The phone suddenly rang. Looking over to Paul, he walked over to the phone right away before you went back to work, thinking the call wasn’t that important.

While you were too occupied with your new song, Paul answered the call, “Hello?”

A voice he hasn’t heard for a long time answered back, “Paul. Can I speak to (Y/N)?”

“Oh, Matthew. No, she can’t talk right now,” Paul said, “She’s working day and night, constantly.”

Matthew sighed in response, “Will you make sure to tell her that I called?”

“Don’t worry, she’s in safe hands,” Paul looked over to you, “I will certainly tell her you called.”

Before Matthew could say anything more, Paul interrupted, “Cheers,” before hanging up.

As Matthew looked down at the telephone in his lap, he let out a frustrated sigh, already knowing from the start that Paul wouldn’t let you answer the phone anyway.

He knew of the band’s conflict and was extremely worried for you, especially with Paul by your side. Though, that was only part of the reason why he decided to call.

Dialing another number on the phone, he waited for an answer until a voice answered, “Hello?”

“I’m sorry, Brian.”

Sitting in the recording room, you took a long drag from your cigarette as you listened to the synth rock music that was supposed to be for your new song.

Paul walked over to you from the couch, and kneeled in front of you before patting your knee, “(Y/N), it’s really great.”

“It’s shit!” You huffed.

This was basically your whole experience recording in Munich. Though constantly surrounded by a lot of people, you had never felt so alone in your life.

You also had been coughing a lot lately, and at one instance, had a few drops of blood on the napkin you used. But you ignored it, you knew you were fine. Right?

Many parties would also be held at your house, all of them thrown by Paul. He mentioned that you just needed to loosen up and have fun since you were already stressed out by the album that you loathed so much.

During one of those parties, Paul was on the phone again, except this time, it was with Jim.

“Where is she? Is she there? I want to speak to her.”

“She is working herself to the bone,” Paul said, throwing another one of his lines that he definitely used before on other calls that would ask for you, “I’m blue in the face trying to get her to take a break.”

“Paul, listen to me,” Miami said, “It’s one performance for a good cause. It’s a televised concert for the famine in Ethiopia.”

Whilst Jim was explaining it, Paul simply let his voice in and out of his ear, obviously not paying attention.

“They’re gonna have simultaneous performances, in Philadelphia and London. There’s gonna be a billion people watching, Queen should be part of it.”

“She’s just been really focused. But I’ll be sure to pass it on,” Paul said, adding it to the long list of things he wasn’t planning on telling you.

After Paul hung up, Jim said under his breath, “Sure you will.”

It was a rainy night, you were alone in the house, Paul had gone out to who knows where, and you had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room.

Within the sound of pattering rain, you were woken up by several knocks on the glass window. Opening your eyes, groaning, you looked up to see the last person you expected to see here. Matthew.

Immediately getting up from the couch, knocking over a few glasses, letting out another cough, before opening the door to Matthew, “Hi,” He smiled at you.

“Hi, come in, come in,” You said before Matthew walked forward and pulled you into a tight embrace, his scent that you missed so much filling your nose.

“Why did you come all this way?” You pulled away, closing the door behind you.

“I just haven’t heard from you in so long, and I phones and phoned, and then… last night I just had this terrible dream that something bad had happened…” Matthew paused, taking in the mess that was the living room.

“No, no. I’ve been working, that’s all,” You tried to reassure him, but Matthew didn’t take it, “(Y/N), you’re burning the candle at both ends,” He whispered, looking around at all the glasses and empty bottles.

“Yes, but the glow is so divine,” You replied, until Matthew looked over to the coffee table that had a white substance all over it.

Following his gaze, you sent him a forced smile, “Being human is a condition that requires a little anesthesia.”

Matthew looked at you with sadness in his eyes, “I miss you,” he whispered.

“I miss you. I miss you so much,” You replied, “Listen, but I have to finish the second album. I need you,” you looked up at him, “Stay. Stay here with me. Just you and me.”

Bringing your hands to his face, you smiled softly, “I need the love of my life.”

He looked at you with an unreadable expression, before gently pulling your hands away, “(Y/N)...What about Queen?”

“Jim told me he’s been trying to contact you about Live Aid and you won’t take his calls.”

You squint your eyes in confusion, “What is Live Aid?”

“You haven’t heard?” Matthew asked, “(Y/N), it’s the biggest concert there’s ever been or ever will be. It’s for the famine in Africa.”

“Well, perhaps Paul thought it wasn’t a good idea,” You looked down, “A distraction from my work.”

Looking back up at Matthew, you held his hands, “That’s what’s important, that I finish this album,” before suddenly placing your hand on his shoulders, “Stay with me, darling, and I’ll be all right.”

Matthew looked down, whispering, “(Y/N), I can’t stay with you.”

“Of course you can. I need you, Matthew-”

“(Y/N), I’m getting married to Daisy.”

Your heart stopped, looking at Matthew with wide eyes, before you managed to whisper out, “How could you?”

“How could I? (Y/N), this has nothing to do with you,” Matthew retorted, until you heard several voices from outside.

The door opened, revealing Paul and some other strangers, “(Y/N)! Sorry we’re late.”

Matthew looked back at him, before Paul stopped, “Matthew.”

“What a pleasant surprise.”

Matthew didn’t bother greeting back before Paul let in all the strangers, “Everyone, come in. Make our guests comfortable.”

Matthew looked between you and Paul, clearly knowing what the real problem is.

Paul walked over to the two of you, “I wish I knew you were coming to stay. I’d have scrubbed the place.”

“Actually, I’m not staying,” Matthew said, before walking over to the door.

“Wait. Matthew, wait. Don’t go,” You tried to follow him, pulling away from Paul’s grip on your arm.

Stopping him, you felt tears gloss over your eyes, “You told me you had a dream. What was it?” Your voice broke.

Matthew gulped, “I was trying to talk to you, but...it was like talking to my mother. You needed to tell me something...but you...you couldn’t say it.”

“Because you had no voice.”

Looking at him with red eyes, you watched as he went out the door while Paul called out to you, “(Y/N), come and say hello to our new guests. They’re dying to meet you.”

Ignoring Paul, you let out a sniff, before following Matthew out the door in the rain, “Matthew!”

You ran towards the taxi before he could close the door, and tried to smile through the tears that threatened to fall, “I’m happy for you, Matthew. Truly, I am.”

Matthew looked up at you expressionlessly, before you continued, “It’s just...I’m frightened.”

He shook his head at you, “(Y/N), you don’t need to be. Because no matter what, you are loved.”

“By me, your family, Brian, Deacy, Roger…”

Your heart broke a little at the mention of their names, your three best friends. Your family. The family you had turned your back on.

“It’s enough. And these people…” He shook his head, “They don’t care about you. Paul doesn’t care about you.”

“You don’t belong here, (Y/N).”

“Come home.”

You looked down, slowly nodding, finally letting a tear fall along with the raindrops, “Home.”

Finally closing the door, you stood there in the pouring rain, watching as the taxi drove away.

You just stood there, as if each raindrop that falls on your head was a realization. Washing away everything that you had been blinded by. Every little facade that Paul had put on. Simply washing away.

“(Y/N)!” You heard his voice, “What are you doing? You’ll catch your death.”

Refusing to look back, you stood your ground, before shouting out, “Why didn’t you tell me about Live Aid?”

“The Africa charity gig? It’ll be an embarrassment. I didn’t wanna waste your time!”

You raised your hand up for him to stop, “You should’ve told me.”

“Of course I did! You forgot! You’re always forgetting things. Come in now and have a drink.”

Nodding slowly before you looked in the distance, you have already decided.

“You’re out.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want you out of my life.”

“‘Cause I’m the only one left, you’re blaming me for everything?”

You shook your head, “I blame myself.”

“So I’m out? Just like that?” Paul snapped, “After everything we’ve been through?” He shouted.

“Just think of the photos I have. I know who you are, (Y/N) Mercury.”

Feeling a sudden wave of anger go through you, you shouted back, “You know when you know you’ve gone rotten? Really rotten?”

“Fruit flies,” You gritted your teeth, “Dirty. Little. Fruit flies. Coming to feast on what’s left. Well, there isn’t much left for you to feast on anymore.”

“So, fly off!” You yelled, “Do what you like with your photographs and your stories! But promise me one thing.”

“That I never see your face again. Ever.”

“I didn’t mean it!” Paul yelled out, trying to get you back, “I’m sorry! (Y/N), come back! I’ll make it better!”

But he could only watch you walk away from him.

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missingvamps · 5 years

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You're a pretty good student, but chemistry isn't your thing, so you asked your friend Gwilym for a little help. You two meet now twice a week in a library where Gwil tutors you in this devilish subject.

“Hi Gwil,” you greet your nerdy friend as soon as you spot him. He’s in books like usual, tons of papers and notes around him.

“Hi,” he mumbles back not bothered to take his eyes off the book he's been reading. You drop your bag and sit opposite to him. “Ready for another lesson?” he asks you, finally taking a quick look at you.

“Uhm, yes,” you sigh. The truth is that you are not really in mood for chemistry at all. Your crush asked you out and honestly the only thing you can think about is your upcoming date. Gwil starts explaining hydrocarbon derivates to you but he soon realises that you are not paying any attention to him at all.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” he asks you concerned.

“Hmm?” you respond, your mind not focusing on his words at all. “Oh Gwil, I am so sorry, could you repeat the last part once again, please?”

“When exactly did you stop paying attention,” he sighs.

“I... I have no clue what we are doing today at all,” you confess. “Would you mind taking a little break? What would you say about a cup of hot chocolate?” you suggest.

"Okay," Gwil nods and starts putting his books into the bag. "A little break sounds like a nice idea," he agrees, obviously happy to end today lesson a little earlier than expected.

You two leave the library and walk down the street in the direction of closest cafeteria. It is a nice and cozy place and from time to time, you both love to spend your breaks with coffee there.

Gwil heads inside and you follow him close behind. He finds a table at the back of the cafeteria and you wait for the waitress to take your order.

“So… are you gonna tell me what's up with you?” Gwil asks you and fixes the glasses on his nose.

You didn't think he would notice there was something going on in the first place. He never notices when you cut your hair or wear a new jumper. But your actions are probably more obvious.

“You always pay attention and ask me the same questions all over again, but today? You haven’t said anything and you only nodded to every word I said but you clearly didn’t understand any of it,” he says.

“Okay, you are right, Mr. Columbo,” you roll your eyes at him. “Well, today is kind of different… because… I got a date,” you tell him with a big smile. Just the thought of it makes you blush and you also can feel butterflies in stomach going crazy.

“A date?” he replies with raised eyebrows as if you told him you just met an alien. “With who?”

“I'm not gonna tell you because you will laugh.”

“Tell me, I promise I will not laugh,” he says in all seriousness.

“It’s… Ben,” you reply and you feel your cheeks turning even more pink than before.

“Ben?” Gwil asks confused. You never told him about your crush before so there was no chance he would know immediately.

“Ben Jones,” you clarify and you genuinely expect Gwil to be happy for you but his reaction catches you off the guards.

"I can't believe that, Y/N," Gwil states and you look at him confused.

"What exactly can't you believe?"

Is it that hard to believe you got a date? Or is it the fact that you got asked out by the guy who is strong 9 when you feel like 4 on your better days?

“I can’t believe that from all the Bens that exist, you agreed on a date with this Ben guy," he spits out.

"Wait, what?" you ask him, still confused. “What is wrong with Ben?”

The waitress brings your hot chocolates and you smile at her.

"Would you like anything else?" she asks politely.

"No, thanks," Gwil retorts and she returns behind the counter to serve some other customers.

"What the hell was that?" you ask Gwilym as soon as she leaves your table. “You don't need to be rude to the whole world now.”

"Okay, I'm sorry... I just don't like that Ben guy."

"Yes, I figured that out already,” you groan, annoyed by Gwil's change of behavior. “But just because you don't like someone, you don't need to become a jerk to everyone around you."

"Y/N, you don't understand," he sighs. "I know him and I know he's a bad guy."

"Really? And why is that?" you ask curiously. You don't know Ben that well, but you talked couple of times and to you, he seems to be a nice boy. At one point, you actually could imagine him and Gwilym being friends. Obviously you were wrong.

"He... he stole my girlfriend in ninth class," Gwil mutters through clenched teeth.

"So that's the deal? And you're still jealous of him?" you raise an eyebrow at him.

"No, I'm not jealous of him," he replies, emphasising the word 'not'.

"Gwil, you should really move on. I mean, you dated this girl in ninth class which was a long time ago and-"

"Let me explain," Gwil interrupts you, playing nervously with his fingers under the table as he speaks.

You nod, giving him the space to say everything what is on his mind.

"Ben... he... he isn't a very nice guy," Gwil pauses, trying to find the right words. "And you... you should really try to avoid him."

"He is nice though," you argue back. "Look Gwil, I really don't know what happened between you, Ben and that girl and I get that it could make you upset, but I won't stop hanging out with him only because you don't like him. He's been always nice to me and I don't have any reasons not to trust him."

Gwil sighs, giving up on changing your mind about Ben.

“And now it's happening again,” Gwil mumbles, not realizing you can actually hear him.

“What do you mean by it is happening again, Gwil? Oh no, wait,” you tell him when it all clicks in your head.

“You don't want me to go on a date with him because you like me,” you blurt out.

Gwil's cheeks turn pink and he looks at his shoes, too scared to face you now. Now everything makes sense to you- it is like you just put the last piece of the puzzle together. You feel your heart beating faster and you want to cry, either from being frustrated, mad or upset- or maybe from combination of all.

“First of all, Ben isn't stealing anyone this time, because I am not your girlfriend,” your voice breaks as you almost cry. “You could have asked me out billion times, Gwil, but you never showed any interest in me at all. And you can't forbid me from dating now because you missed your chance.”

Gwil finally looks at you and you can see there are tears forming in his eyes. Your words definitely hurt him.

“Y/N,” he says quietly. “May I ask you something?”

You nod so he continues: “If I did find the courage... and if i did ask you out... what... what would you reply?”

“Of course I would say yes,” you tell him honestly. “Gwil, ever since I got to know you, I was hoping you would ask me out one day. I was waiting for months but there was never any hint from your side that you could feel the same about me. And the more time passed, the smaller my hopes got. But now it's too late. Now I couldn't say yes, because I finally moved on.”

#my writing #gwilym x reader #gwilym lee one shot #gwilym lee blurb

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cherrytiger10 · 5 years

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Sleepless Night [A Shallura Fic]

Summary: Every time Allura is unable to sleep, she finds herself hanging out with Shiro to pass the time. But this round is a lot harder than the others after she a terrible nightmare makes her question her life.

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OMG it’s been so long since I wrote fic. So please forgive me for my rusty fic writing skills.

Also feel free to critic anything I may have gotten wrong. I always hesitated writing for Voltron because I’m not too good understanding or writing on sci-fi things or technical terms like the ship and all. So do let me know if I made any mistake and I will fix it!

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Insomnia is nothing new to Allura. With the Galra empire still paving destruction, and the loss of lives that have happened in the years she was stuck in a sleeping pod, and even more lives at risk, a fitful sleep continued to be a distant dream.

Perhaps it was the price she had to pay for being asleep for as long as she did before. In truth, she agreed. She didn't deserve sleep. Not after everything that has happened. Yet her body couldn't keep up with her racing mind.

So much so that she had another nightmare.

She got up from her bed, images from what she had seen still racing in her mind. She could feel the cold terror still coursing through her veins, unable to comprehend what happened yet.

Stumbling to the main bridge, she saw Shiro, watching over the galaxy and taking note of the ship's status. He was the one who told her to rest earlier, and this would not be the first time she has come up to the bridge when insomnia hit.

Which was likely why it didn't take long for Shiro to notice her presence. "Princess, can't sleep again?"

He walks towards her, casually at first. But it didn't take long for him to realise that Allura was in a worse state than he expected. He rushed forward, concern etched all over his face. "What's wrong?"

"Shiro, it's all right," Allura assured him, yet he gently took her wrist and led her to a nearby seat.

"It doesn't look like it," he replied, and only let go of her when she was finally seated. "You've come here many times before, Princess. But whatever happened this round seemed to have shaken you up quite a bit."

Nonsense, Allura wanted to respond, but her body ached. Her mind was numb.

"I'll get you something warm to drink," Shiro turned to head to the kitchen.

"Wait!" Even Allura was shocked by her sudden cry, and her hand was slightly stretched towards him.

Shiro stopped. He looked at her, confused and concerned even further. "Just... stay," said Allura. "I could use the company right now."

She could see Shiro fighting the urge to fuss over her state. But he essentially stayed as requested. He didn't say another word, not for a few minutes. But it was obvious the silence was eating him up as all he did after that was stare into the vast of space outside the bridge, arms crossed.

"Did you dream about Altea?" he finally asked.

Allura smiled nervously. After coming here so many times during her sleepless nights, she had told him her dreams of the beauty of Altea, of the happy times she had, and how it would always end with her seeing someone she loved die. "No, not this round."

Shiro hummed to himself. She could see him hesitating, lips parted, words right at the tip of his tongue. She knew he was being careful with her, and she appreciated it.

But should she tell Shiro her latest dream? For some reason, it terrified her. And yet...

"Shiro..."

"Yes, princess?"

"What if..." Allura took a deep, shaky breath before proceeding. "What if your planet was about to be destroyed, and the only way to save it was to sacrifice yourself?"

Shiro turned towards her, eyes wide in surprise. The way he looked at her seemed to hurt her even more, and she found her hands shaking. Clasping it together, she looked down, not wanting to see Shiro's expression further.

"I mean... it is the right thing to do, right?" Allura asked, eyes still downcast. "So many lives, so many loved ones, all depend on you. If there was no other way, if this was really the only way. Wouldn't it make sense to lay it down? I mean it's your life against the millions to lose so-"

"Princess..."

Allura gasped. She didn't realise how fast, how desperate she was speaking. She looked up to see Shiro was before her now, and he slowly bent down on one knee to be on the same eye level as her.

"Your life matters," he told her firmly. And there was a warmth, a gentleness in his voice that melted the cold she felt.

So much so that they were turning into tears, threatening to spill out.

"But... what if there's no other way?!" Allura couldn't control her voice, her emotions at this point. "What if I have to do it? What if I have to sacrifice myself for the sake of the universe?"

Shiro remained quiet, eyes still watching her carefully.

"I have no right to be this selfish, to believe that my life matters over the lives of millions! Billions! As a princess, as a future queen, my life is for the people! And yet... and yet..."

Shiro finally reached out his hand to her, holding it gently. "Allura…,” he gently called her. “It’s okay to cry.”

She felt the urge to tell him off. The anger built in her throat. He doesn't understand. He will never understand! But what came out was a cry. A sob. Her vision blurred and tears flowed. She let go of Shiro to cup her face in her hands and sobbed heavily.

She could tell Shiro stepped out for a bit to let her cry bitterly to herself. Again, something she appreciated as she was so ashamed to be crying that way. When he finally returned, he had brought a warm drink and gave it to her.

"I'm sorry," said Allura, as she took the warm drink from him. "I shouldn't have acted that way."

Shiro smiled. "You have a right to cry, Princess. Everyone does. I can't say I understand what you're going through... you lost all your loved ones back in Altea. Except for Coran of course."

Allura laughed softly, though it was tainted with bitterness. “I know I’m not alone. I have Coran, yes. But I also have the paladins. I have you.”

She saw Shiro’s ears turn slightly pink from her words. “But Shiro…” Allura continued. “What if I really do have the power to end this war? What if it really is all up to me? Don’t you think I should do it?”

Shiro went back to looking at the stars now, a distraction to find the words he wanted to say. “I don’t know a lot, princess, I’ll admit. I don’t know what kind of powers you have, or even how it would fit into stopping the war. But I do know that all life matters, and so yours matters too.”

Allura sighed. Shiro could tell she wasn’t happy with that reply, that it wasn’t enough to calm the uneasiness in her heart.

“Can I share with you something?"

Allura blinked. "What is it?"

Shiro took a deep breath. He wasn’t looking at her, but she could tell what he was about to say was serious. "I... was supposed to be dead a long time ago."

"What?" Allura got up. "Shiro, are you all right?"

"Oh, I'm okay now. It's a bit of a mystery to me, too. I had this degenerative disease where I would eventually lose all ability to control my body, and then eventually die. I took on the Kerberos mission, determined to do something before I die. I even broke up with my fiance at the time just to do this. I was ready to die for this mission."

"Oh, Shiro..." Allura walked over and stood beside him. He still wasn’t looking at her, but he continued.

"But... I survived after everything that happened. I don't know what the Galra did to me to extend my life a little longer. Or maybe I am still dying, and someday I will start to show signs of it again. Once that happens, I know the end will be near.”

Allura resisted the urge to tell him he won’t die. She didn’t want to believe the man before her was dying. But she knew it wasn’t her place. “Is that why Keith is always worried about you?”

Shiro laughed softly. “Yeah, he knows about it. It drives him crazy when he sees me being reckless with my life. But he knows. He understands…” Shiro lifted his hands, the mechanical one on his right looked heavier. “That I will fight, and continue to fight until my very last breath. For the lives of my loved ones, for the life I know I will lose someday.”

Allura looked away sadly for a moment, but Shiro called back her attention again.

“This is why, princess,” Shiro finally looked at her, a softness in his eyes that made Allura feel safe. “I believe that your life matters and that you shouldn't throw it away hastily no matter what is at stake. There is another way, there will always be another way, even if it means fighting until the very end. That’s why you have to depend on the paladins, depend on Voltron, and together we will find a way.

After all, you're also part of the universe we're meant to defend.”

A form of calm filled Allura up with those words. How is it that Shiro found a way to make her feel this way? It’s no wonder during those sleepless nights, she would always find herself looking for him.

“Now get back to your seat and drink up. After that, I want you to back in bed and getting more rest."

Allura smiled. "Thank you, Shiro."

"You're welcome, princess."

Allura went back to her seat, slowly sipping on her drink, her eyes always on Shiro now, her symbol of calm and assurance. "Would you like to hear another story about Altea?" she asked him.

Shiro looked at her. "I would love to."

#shallura #shiroallura #my fic

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jeanjauthor · 5 years

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Thanos vs. Ia

Okay, here goes.

I’ve been meaning to do this one for a while, but couldn’t bring myself to do it right after Avengers: Infinity War came out. (”Too soon, Executus! Too soon!!” *ahem*) But with End Game drawing near...I figured we’ve all had enough time to heal and recover and the aches have faded.

So.

Ia (General Ia, “Bloody Mary”, the Prophet of a Thousand Years, Halfbreed Feyori, Massive Precognitive, Incredibly Strong Psychic, etc, etc.)

vs.

Thanos (General, Mastermind, Scourge of Souls, He Who Ended Half Of Life In The Universe With A Snap, etc, etc.)

...

I’mma put this in a cut so as to spare sensitive, delicate souls the gory details of this particular little matchup.

Yeaaah...this is awkward, but I gotta say it anyway:

Ia would work with Thanos.

“WHAAAT??!!”

*insert finger in ear, wigglewiggle, wait ‘til you’re done screaming...wait wait wait...sigh...waaaaait...unflinch*

Okay. Hear me out:

If she ever somehow wound up in some variation on the MCU Avengers universe, Ia absolutely would track down Thanos and send him a message stating that she would like to assist him in his quest, that she brings some very formidable powers and incredibly useful information, and would like to have a chat with him in a nice safe neutral location. (...And no, he doesn’t get to wipe out half her crew, because that would defeat the entire wanting to help him succeed thing.)

And then of course she’d go into exhaustive detail postcognitively to demonstrate her powers, as well as a touch of precognition, all of it pitched in the absolute best probability-guided ways to effect the meeting.

And then she’d meet with him.

And not kill him.

“WHAAAT??!!”

*more patient waiting, sighing, waaaaiting...mkay, continuing*

Ia would genuinely want to help him. However, it’s how she would help him that is vital to understand. So here’s how it would go.

Ia: Thanos, I deeply appreciate your grasp of the fact that too many worlds are overpopulated due to the level of resources that they can acquire and have shared, so on and so forth. I understand where you’re coming from, that it’s a love for people that makes you see that this ruthless thing needs to be done.

Thanos: Thank you for the compliments. Yet why do I sense a ‘but’ in all of this...?

Ia: Because you can sense that what I am about to tell you is the truth. Your chosen methodology is inefficient, and will prove to be highly ineffectual in the long run.

Thanos: ...What?

Ia: It’s inefficient, ineffectual, and futile at best. You’re trying to randomly slaughter half of everyone. Randomly. Cut any population in half, and you’ll still have the exact same problems of too many people and too few resources just a couple generations down the road.

Thanos: Yes, but I warn these people to do better--

Ia: --Yes, yes, I heard the propaganda speeches. They’re good speeches, but they’re not good enough.

Thanos: If you think you can write a better speech--

Ia: NOPE. Wrong solution. You’re still thinking about the wrong solutions. The problem is not population numbers, Thanos. It is who survives, versus who dies. Pay attention, okay? If you have a box full of fifty white eggs and fifty brown eggs--so a total of one hundred eggs--and you know that some of the eggs can cause the disease salmonella, if you randomly assign half of those eggs to die and half to continue to exist...then you’re going to end up with roughly twenty-five white eggs and twenty-five brown eggs...right?

Thanos: Of course. Fewer eggs means--

Ia: Yes, yes, I know, but see...if for some reason, the salmonella disease is only found in the white eggs...you’re still going to have people suffering from salmonella poisoning...see what I’m saying? ...Thanos, your plan to randomly kill off half the population in the galaxy is delightfully egalitarian, and coming from a participatory representational democracy, I truly appreciate that egalitarianism...but it’s still going to leave the exact same problem as before. It’s not the resources that are the problem. It’s not the overpopulation, either. A shortage of resources and an overpopulation crisis are not going to be fixed by killing off half the universe.

[Please note that this is the MCU version of Thanos, not the version from the comic books where he was also courting Death. Do not try to engage me in an argument based on the comic book version, thank you very much.*]

Thanos: Then what, exactly, is the problem? People aren’t eggs with salmonella lurking inside.

Ia: It’s not a perfect analogy, no...but the vast majority of problems with lack of resources versus overpopulation lies in excessive consumption by some people versus deliberately withheld scarcity for others, coupled with an attitude of ‘not my monkeys, not my circus, not my problem.’ Killing off half the universe randomly does not stop the haves from using up things so that the have nots suffer. Killing off half the universe randomly does not slow down the rates of overbreeding leading to overpopulation, leading to deeper destruction of the resources needed for life to coexist peacefully and abundantly but not wastefully. What you need is specific targets taken out. You need to find all the eggs with salmonella, remove them from the box, and then raise the chicks to understand that being a parent is a privilege that must not be paired with the self-righteous attitude that they can breed and overpopulate without any concern for the next generation suffering the consequences.

Thanos: ...Even with all of the Infinity Stones at my command, discerning and then targetting the exact individuals to remove would take me an eternity. Why should I waste so much time trying to do that, when I can terrify everyone into compliance with a simple snap of my fingers, once all of the Stones are mine?

Ia: Well, that’s why you need my help. I am capable of discerning and instilling that knowledge into a joint use of the Infinity Gauntlet, and I can have all the correct targets picked out by the time you get all of the Infinity Stones...which I know exactly when and where that will happen.

Thanos: And how could you possibly know that? I don’t see the Eye of Agamotto around your neck!

Ia: I don’t need the Eye of Agamotto to command all the possible probabilities of Time. *grabs Thanos & drags him onto the timeplains, lovely little tour, and one very lengthy (on the timeplains) Q&A session later...* ...See what I mean? I can link all of that to you. The end result will be a galaxy of people who manage their societies so that there will always be enough for everyone.

Thanos: ...With this power...you could find the way to defeat me. How do I know what you say is true?

Ia: Because I, too, have slaughtered billions and trillions, in the effort to save my home galaxy from destruction...and it’s pissing me off that your plan is so blindly, stupidly ineffcient. Now, we can work together, or I can just go gather up all the Infinity Stones on my own and do it myself. But I’d rather help you, one weary, blood-soaked general to another, to get it done right. You have more resources than I do in this universe...and I’m not quite sure what damage I will do to the Time Stone if I try to wield it directly. I really do not want to piss off Nemesis if I break it through direct use.

Thanos: ...If you know what Nemesis is... You have convinced me. Provisionally.

Ia: Good. I’ll leave you to get on with your work, and check in with you from time to time to set up a link to the correct knowledge-timestream-thread. I’ll key it to trigger with the words “You should have aimed for my head.”

Thanos: ...Excuse me?

Ia: If you know anything about precognition, prophecy, and foretelling the future, then you know I can’t tell you too much, or it could veer everything wildly off course. I’ll check in with you in about a week.

.A little while later, in Wakanda...: *Snap* ...Roughly 20% of all the people around them start disintegrating. Thanos looks around in confusion.

Thanos: This wasn’t half. The people of this world are still suffering heavily scarcity--

Ia: Nnnnope! The people of Wakanda don’t suffer much from scarcity, because their leadership believes in sharing their prosperity at all levels of their society, and they are careful in how they manage their homeland’s natural resources, using up so much and no more. Actually...the sheer numbers of people who have vanished from the face of this planet is maybe ten-ish percent?

Thanos: Only ten percent??

Ia: Yep. Turns out that less that 2% of this planet’s population have hoarded about 90% of its resources, forcing people to pay exorbitant prices, refusing to pay them the actual value of their labor, denying social services, cutting funding for various programs that could end the suffering of billions worldwide... Things like universal healthcare coverage, basic income, food for everyone--literally, the bastard oligarchs of Earth have been hoarding so much that they bribe governments to force farmers to let food rot in the fields, rather than use their money to ship it worldwide to feed everyone...and they suppress virtually all technological advances that could either prevent or completely and swiftly clean up all the pollution of the world cause by their corporations simply because it would cost them money...careful, that whole warship up there is dissolving, that’s gonna leave some nasty-flavored dust in the air for a while...

Thanos: WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY STARSHIP??

Ia: Well, if you’ll turn your attention to the missing among the fighters out there... you’ll note that the vast majority of those who vanished are your own forces...because war uses up far too many resources. In fact, warfare is second only to obscene levels of oligarchic greed when it comes to using up resources out of all proportion to the needs of a population. So by co-opting your ‘snap’ with the most efficient removal of the most wasteful or hoarding elements in every single society out there...I have destroyed everyone who currently loves war, and loves profiting from war...which is the only reason why Tony Stark is still alive, but he’s manage--

Thanos: STARK IS STILL ALIVE?!

Ia: Yep. He managed to learn the lesson of don’t make weapons of war, fight only to defend...or avenge...and share the wealth. He’s becoming quite the philanthropist, and I only see that improving as time goes on...because I took the near future and the middle future and the far future all into consideration. Oh, and one more thing, Thanos, before you go...

Thanos: --How can I leave? I don’t have a ship, and the Gauntlet is scorched useless!!

Ia: Yeah, about that... It turns out you’re the worst plague of wasted resources and overpopulation problems in this entire galaxy, Thanos. Because you were an asteroid-sized idiot who should’ve focused on wiping out corrupt governments, encouraging basic income, food, healthcare, and encouraged sound ecological practices alongside high incentives and bonuses for undertaking voluntary birth control measures, family planning, all of that. ...And I’ll take that now, thank you.

*accepts the scorched and battered Gauntlet as Thanos’ hand and arm dissolve*

Ia: Right then...Space Stone extracted...and... Hi, Tony! You don’t know me, but do try to believe me that you need to step up the philanthropy. Extremely wealthy people who don’t give back generously will continue to drop dead for the next, oh...I dunno, generation or so, twenty, thirty years, maybe a little more...

Thanos: You...what?

Ia: *eyes the half-dissolved purple alien general* Yeah, turns out you can’t just snap your fingers and change people instantaneously. You have to get them to understand...which will take decades, with repeated examples...that being selfish wasteful greedy hoarding hateful powermad assholes, is no longer wise. No matter how finely crafted your army’s little speeches where when you rounded up people and slaughtered them, it was just one application of said speech. The next generations wouldn’t feel the same impact, and have little incentive to change in the weight of centuries’ worth of cultural attitudes weighing down around them, demanding they return to the same old ways. You see, Thanos...just like Tony Stark, here, some people can change their ways. Unfortunately...you were going to try to grab this and undo all my work, because you won’t agree with me removing your army...so I had to snap you out of existence, too.

Thanos: You bi... *dissolve, flutter, vanish...*

Stark: Uh...what just happened, and thanks for killing him, but why shouldn’t I kill you?

Ia: I just ended the misery and suffering caused by oligarchic greed, corruption in government, hoarding of resources, rampant warfare for the stupidity of conquest and glory, and every single person in a position of power who refuses and will continue to refuse to correct all of the damage all of these things have done to their worlds. In other words, gentlemen...nice to meet you, too, Peter...I have just ensured that the meek shall inherit the Earth. *hefts Gauntlet* And now I have to separate out these stones and make sure most of them get sent to where they need to go, to prevent the next awful crisis for this universe... Let’s see. Vision will be needed so I’ll have to put back the Mind Stone and put a few protections on it...Wanda will need to stick around to keep an eye on that, plus I’m a sucker for romance...

Stark: Ah... Okay...

Ia: Strange will need the Eye...buit nobody needs to find the Soul Stone or the Reality Stone for a long, long time...Power Stone will have to go where it’s needed, and the Space Stone will get it all there...and... *sticks her hand in the glove and after a second or so of glowy lightshow unlike Thor’s usual stuff as she absorbs a bunch of power...the Stones vanish from the Gauntlet...which dissolves like Thanos did* Tell Thor his buddies on Nidavellir are back in business, but the plans to rebuild another Gauntlet have been altered in their memories just enough that they won’t be able to recreate it for a while. Also...sorry, but among the many trillions across the universe that I brought back to life...I also brought back Loki.

Stark: You WHAT?!

Ia: *blithe shrug* What can I say? The universe needs tricksters from time to time. Plus he and his brother are comedic gold. And yes, I restored Asgard, and all the nice people of Asgard, though I did ditch Hela. She was way too Thanos-like for the post-Thanos world he needed to create.

Stark: But, Loki??

Parker: The Loki?

Ia: Stark, I will remind you that he, just like you, can learn to be a better person. He might find himself partially dissolving from time to time, though...so feel free to livestream it whenever you two cross paths. With that said, I must be off. Have a nice day, and manage the world better. You got thirty or so years before the Snap stops having an effect...but you have only five years to fix Earth’s climate...and if you fail, it won’t be the snap that kills off half of humanity. It’ll be yourselves, killing all of humanity. Have fun cleaning up the battlefield!

*turns into a Feyori mirror-bubble and flies away*

...

...And that is how Ia would help Thanos. Because he’s a frikkin idiot who can’t think his way out of a closed paper bag, other than to set it on fire and burn half of it away, when it’s the staples holding the bag shut at the mouth that needed to be removed.

#*and if he WAS courting Death in the MCU she'd just send him and his whole army to Death's embrace

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nebulous-frog · 6 years

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A Match a Day Since 1965

Summary: Phil works at a diner with a sign that says "Matching soulmates daily since 1965” and he never really understood it until one day, he did.

Everyone has a soulmate and you know you've met them when you injure yourself in front of them. Marks show where and how badly you will be injured.

Word Count: 2863

Pairing: Phan

Genre: Soulmate AU, Fluff, Getting Together

Warnings: There are injuries and a little blood and some hospitalization but it’s all fine, everybody’s fine, this is a strictly fluffy sappy cute fic I promise

Author’s Note: I really liked the prompt I created for my soulmate fic I Got You and wanted to write another based on that idea, so here it is!

Special thanks to @auroraphilealis and @sleeplessnightwithphan for betaing!

Link to AO3 Fics Masterlist

Phil really didn’t get why they even had the sign. It didn’t make any sense to him. He had seen the standard McDonald’s “Over 99 billion customers served” signs, of course, but the local diner he worked at had put a spin on their sign, and it didn’t fully make sense to Phil. Instead of it being about how many customers they’d served, it was about soulmates.

The sign read: “Matching soulmates daily since 1965”.

Now, Phil could understand the appeal, as soulmates are a big deal, obviously, but he also didn’t understand why that was something the diner advertised so proudly. Sure, love was found there more often than not (the sign wasn’t lying about the daily thing. It was weirdly accurate), but the way soulmates found each other wasn’t exactly... pleasant.

Why would a restaurant want to advertise that at least two people got injured in their establishment every day?

Phil really did get wanting to find your match, your life partner, your other half, since that was all he wanted, too, but he wasn’t exactly excited about the injury part. His arm bore an orange scratch mark, which meant he’d definitely need stitches when he met his soulmate, and would probably pass out from the pain. Phil didn’t like pain.

When he first saw that there was a job opening at the diner, he hadn’t been too sure he wanted to try for it. He knew the soulmates reputation, and had heard of enough matches happening there that he didn’t doubt the accuracy of the rumors, but he wasn’t sure that was something he wanted to risk for himself. If he worked there, he was likely to get injured at work.

He thought knowing where he was probably going to get a significant injury would just make him more anxious about when it might happen, especially since it meant he would meet his soulmate at the same time. Phil reasoned himself into applying for it anyway, trying to convince himself that it was just because he needed the money, but he knew a small part of it was that he really did want to finally meet his soulmate, although he’d never admit that out loud. He was still worried about meeting his soulmate, but, as it turned out, it wasn’t actually all that big of a deal when it eventually happened.

It happened about six months after Phil began working at the diner. It was your average Thursday night, and Phil was sick of working already. He was just finishing up his shift as host, waiting for his coworker to come in and take over so he could go home and wash off all the restaurant grime. No soulmates had been found yet today, despite the fact that the restaurant had been open for almost 12 hours already.

No one was concerned about the multi-decade streak ending, though. They’d had ambulances called in their last few hours of the day enough times to know that 7pm was only the beginning.

It was a relatively slow night, as Thursdays tended to be, so Phil was stood at the host’s stand doodling on a random notepad while waiting for something to happen. He jolted upright when he heard the door open, reached for the menus, and spewed out his welcome spiel.

“Hello, welcome to the-“ he began, but abruptly stopped as he watched the customer trip over nothing, windmill for a second, and then fall headfirst into the host stand with a yelp.

Phil sighed internally. Here come the soulmates of the day, he thought as he sprang into action. All of the employees at the restaurant had been trained in basic first aid since these accidents happened so often.

Pushing the “Injury in the Lobby” button on the host stand to send an alert back to his manager, Phil quickly moved around the stand to see the man, who was now groaning on the floor.

Unfortunately for Phil, his hand got stuck on some of the wood of the host stand because of a loose nail that caught his sleeve. When he tried to pull it away, he just made it worse and scraped his arm along the nail. He cried out in pain, finally getting his sleeve free of the nail, and held his left arm with his right hand. Adrenaline rushing through him. All Phil could do was follow the procedures drilled into his head: push the Injury button after the first injury, then again after the second injury, then help as best you can.

So that’s what Phil did; he reached blindly for the button again and pressed it before turning back to the man still lying on the floor.

“Sir, can you hear me?” he asked through his light-headedness.

He heard a groan resembling a “yes” in response.

“Can you tell me what hurts?”

The man simply pointed at his head, which was bleeding slightly. Phil’s breathing quickened at the sight. He hated seeing blood, absolutely couldn’t stand it. He had a responsibility, however, so he cautiously approached the man and kneeled next to him, still clutching his own arm.

As soon as he got there, however, Phil realized he was in a bit of a predicament. He didn’t want to let go of his arm because he felt like it was comforting him, but he had to in order to be able to properly tend to the man as he awaited extra help. He looked down at his arm again, wondering why it hurt so goddamn much.

Phil’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of red dripping down his arm. Oh yeah, he thought, I scraped it. He felt sluggish and detached all of a sudden, his vision tunneling and the little bit of the room he could still see starting to spin.

“Phil?” he heard distantly. It sounded almost like his manager, but that couldn’t be true. Phil was in bed. Wasn’t he?

He blinked heavily and noticed the blood again. Slowly turning his head, Phil saw the concerned gaze of his manager. “Blood. There’s- there’s blood,” he said, tongue heavy in his mouth. He could feel his head spinning faster. He opened his mouth to say something more, but before he could say anything, the tunnel darkened until his vision went completely black.

When Phil came to, he was disoriented and had a headache. And his arm hurt. Why did his arm hurt?

He looked down at it to find it wrapped in a bandage. He also saw pristine walls and smelled too-clean-to-be-normal air. To his left was another bed, featuring a sleeping man about his height with brown curly hair hanging over a bandage on his head.

Oh. I’m in a hospital, Phil realized. Wait. Why am I in a hospital?

Just as he started to panic again, the door opened and a nurse stepped in.

“Mr. Lester, it’s good to see you awake!”

Phil relaxed a little at the friendly face. “Thanks. I don’t really remember what happened, though?”

“Well, it seems like you cut yourself on a loose nail while at work just after Mr. Howell over here tripped and hit his head.”

“Oh.” Phil thought for a moment, trying to get his still-foggy brain to catch up to the conversation. “Why was I asleep?”

“We believe you fainted at the sight of your own blood. Has that ever happened to you before?”

Phil blushed. It definitely had and was embarrassing every time. He nodded sheepishly before he realized something. “Wait a minute, did you say I injured myself right after he hit his head?” Phil asked, gesturing to the man on the other bed, eyes wide.

The nurse’s eyes twinkled in excitement and amusement. “Yes, yes I did.”

“Oh my god.” Phil whipped his head around to look at the man again. “Is there… you know?”

“When we were treating both of you, we found that your marks perfectly matched your injuries. Congratulations!”

Phil stared at the man in the bed in awe. He didn’t know what else to do. His soulmate, the one person he’d been waiting to meet his whole life, was in the bed next to him, peacefully sleeping. “What’s his name?”

“Daniel Howell,” the nurse supplied. “He’s due for another wake-up call now to monitor his concussion, but you two will make a full recovery.”

All Phil could do was nod. He had stopped paying attention after “Daniel Howell,” and was now inspecting him. He just couldn’t stop staring at the perfect brown curls pushed back by the bandage, the lanky limbs that simultaneously looked elegant and like they were just as problematic and clumsy as Phil’s own, and the pale chapped lips.

The nurse woke Daniel up.

“Mr. Howell?”

The man groaned and opened his eyes. He looked around a little, presumably to get his bearings, and froze when his eyes met Phil’s. “You’re awake,” he gasped.

Phil grinned and nodded. “So are you. It’s nice to meet you.”

Daniel blushed. “You, too.”

The nurse ran the checks on Daniel to make sure he was recovering. When she left, Daniel turned his head towards Phil again.

"Um. Hi," he said. "I'm Dan."

Phil giggled at his awkwardness. "I'm Phil. Are you feeling alright?"

"I kind of have a headache and I feel a bit weird, but I'm okay. You? What happened to you?" Dan’s eyes fell to Phil’s bandaged arm.

"I scratched my arm against a wayward nail on the host's stand. I guess I needed some stitches."

"Oh. Are you okay?"

Dan’s worried expression was both incredibly cute and distressing to Phil. He never wanted to see Dan upset again.

Phil looked away in embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just pass out at the sight of my own blood. I think I saw some of your blood, too, which didn’t really help anything. Seeing your blood was when I first started to feel lightheaded, and then I saw my own blood on my hand and got super dizzy and eventually passed out before I could help you."

"Wow, that sounds awful."

"It wasn't really that bad. I'm okay now. Plus, now we've met, and that's really exciting!"

Dan smiled. "It is, isn't it? I'm really tired, though. I wish we could talk longer but I'm afraid I'll fall asleep on you."

"Oh, no, you rest. I'll be here."

"Okay. We can talk more later, then?"

"Of course!"

With that, Dan smiled at Phil one more time, then closed his eyes and turned away so he could fall asleep. Phil turned his head to rest on his pillow as he stared at the ceiling and listened to Dan’s breathing even out.

Wow. I actually found my soulmate at work. Will I get compensation for the nail thing? I mean, it wasn't really my fault that the stand had a nail sticking out of it, now, was it? I'm just so glad I've met Dan. He seems really nice. I can't wait for us to talk more.

A few hours later, Dan and Phil were discharged from the hospital with strict instructions to rest. They walked out together, arms brushing against each other occasionally.

"I'm glad I met you. I know we haven't really talked yet or gotten to know each other, but I know that I already like you a lot," said Dan.

"I feel the same," said Phil. "Do you want to come with me to my flat so we can talk a bit? I know it's, like, one in the morning, but you could stay over for the night if you want?"

Dan grinned. "That sounds lovely."

They took a cab back to Phil's place, talking quietly about themselves and their interests. When they arrived at Phil's flat, they went inside and sat on his couch to talk some more.

"Why did you come to my restaurant today, by the way?" asked Phil.

"To get some dinner," Dan replied cheekily. Phil sent him an unimpressed look, so Dan continued. "I've always seen the sign about the soulmates, you know? And I figured I might as well give it a shot since I haven’t had any luck finding mine."

Phil nodded. "We get a lot of people coming in because of that sign. I don't really get it sometimes, because we're advertising that at least two people injure themselves in our diner every day, which does not seem healthy, but I think I'm understanding it a bit more now that I've met you. People were always so desperate to meet their soulmates and feel what I'm feeling right now, and I understand."

"What are you feeling now?"

"I'm not really sure, but I know that it's good, and I know that it’s about you."

Dan blushed. "I don't know what I'm feeling, either, but it's definitely a good feeling, too."

They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, just looking at each other.

"You're really pretty," Phil told Dan, who blushed violently.

"Thank you. I think you're beautiful."

Phil blushed, too. "Thank you." He paused, debating whether or not to say what he was thinking.

"What's wrong?" Dan asked. "Your face just got all serious."

"Nothing! Nothing's wrong, I promise, I just... I wanted to tell you that I think I really like you."

Dan laughed. "Well, given that we're soulmates, I would hope you'd like me at least a little bit."

"No, I mean- god, this sounds childish- I like like you."

Dan's eyes widened, before he grinned. "I like-like you, too."

Phil grinned sheepishly, mostly avoiding eye contact except for a few quick and accidental glances. He couldn’t help it; his soulmate was just so attractive.

“So, um. Now what?” Phil asked.

Giggling, Dan took Phil’s hand. “Now I have a question for you.”

“Oh, okay. What’s the question?”

“Will you be my boyfriend?” Phil’s eyes snapped back to Dan’s and he smiled wider than he thought was possible. “Of course I will.” He scooted closer and cuddled into Dan.

“Good, cuz you’re stuck with me whether you want me or not.”

“Hmm, I think I can live with that.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Phil returned to work the next day, walking Dan to his own flat on the way.

“Phil! Good to have you back!” his manager said.

“Thanks! Sorry I basically skipped the rest of my shift yesterday,” Phil said as he put his hosting apron on.

“Nonsense! You needed stitches for your arm and you met your soulmate! Besides, without you injuring yourself, we would’ve needed to change our sign.”

“Oh, were we the only soulmates yesterday?”

“Yeah. Sticking to our one-a-day streak of the last week, here.”

“Hey, at least it keeps the ambulance from coming twice.”

“Too true, too true. Go on, get to work, then.” Phil’s manager shooed Phil to the front of the restaurant, where he waited for someone to come in.

He didn’t have to wait long, since it was a Friday afternoon and school was just letting out. Students often came for milkshakes after a long week.

A group of giggling teenage girls walked in, and Phil greeted them before taking them to a table.

“Your server will be right with you,” he said, turning to go.

“Wait!” one of the girls piped up. “Real quick, I have a question for you, if that’s okay, that is?”

“Of course!”

“Well, Brittany over here just moved and didn’t believe us when we told her you guys match soulmates daily, so I was wondering if you could give her some recent examples please?”

Phil grinned. Before yesterday, he would’ve had to fake that smile as he rattled off a story he’d told fifty times that week. Now, however, he just remembered Dan.

“Oh, a nonbeliever, I see! Well, how about yesterday’s? A man walked in and immediately tripped over nothing and smacked into the host stand, banging his head pretty hard. I went to help him and scratched my arm on the stand, and now I know my soulmate!” He paused as the girls cooed. “There are plenty of other stories, though, too.”

“Okay, but that could happen anywhere!” one girl, probably Brittany, exclaimed.

Phil nodded in agreement. “These accidents could happen anywhere, that’s true, but they also happen here. You know, every matched employee here actually met their soulmate in this diner. I could also tell you the story of every matched couple this week, really, but that would take a while. Besides, you’re certainly not the first skeptic to walk in here.”

The girl who originally asked him to explain spoke up then. “Thank you for the story! I’m sure we’ll convince her eventually. Congratulations on finding your soulmate!”

“Thank you! I’d better head back to work now, but enjoy your meal!”

Phil smiled again as he stood behind the host stand and looked at the spot where he’d met his soulmate. Maybe the sign on the restaurant was a bit strange, but at least it was true, skeptics-be-damned.

And if Brittany met her soulmate that very day in the diner, well, nobody else had to hear his soft “told you so” as she and her soulmate left with matching grins and bruises.

#phan #phanfic #phandom #soulmates au #phan fluff

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argyle-s · 6 years

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THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME CHAPTER 26/38

Rating: Mature

Read at Ao3

Start at the Beginning

Kara gets interrupted during a negotiation, Maggie considers whether or not she wants to try to start a relationship with Alex, and Cat finds someone on her balcony.

Notes: I promised you a longer chapter today, and here it is.

Thanks to @ifourmindbeso for her great work as a beta. Any remaining mistakes are entirely my own.

Chapter 26 - Prices

It was just past nine when Kara dropped out of the sky at a hanger near the long-closed Otto Bender International Airport. She wasn’t wearing the suit that day. Instead, she was dressed in her off-duty outfit again. Blue Leather pants worn over red boots, a blue sleeveless silk shirt, and a red leather jacket, with the House of El Coat of Arms embossed on it. This suit hadn’t made it out to the media. Not yet. It would happen eventually, she knew that. But there was a reason she’d worn that outfit, and not the suit. She wasn’t there as Supergirl, champion of National City and Earth. She was at the warehouse as Kara Zor-El, and the distinction was important, if she was going to do the things she needed to do.

She spotted the man waiting for her as she touched down. He was Bedoreeni, unless she missed her guess. Easy enough for them to pass for human as long as they wore dark sunglasses.

“My Lady,” he said.

“Marcosus?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said. “I was told you were seeking certain goods, and that your House would pay well for them. Is this true?”

“Very well,” Kara said. “The House of El has always been known for our generosity towards our allies.”

“I am pleased to hear this,” he said. “I apologize that I am unable to offer proper courtesies before we begin, but on this world, it would attract undue notice.”

“My friend, there is no apology necessary,” she said. “If you have what I need, that is courtesy enough to gain the thanks of my House.”

He nodded and headed towards one of the small doors of the hanger, and Kara followed. When she stepped inside, she stopped and gasped.

“Is that what I think it is?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said. “A Thanagarian Frigate, my Lady.”

It was in pieces, and had obviously been picked clean for salvage, but the hull lines were unmistakable.

“How much Nth Metal?” she asked.

“A thousand metric tons, My Lady,” he said. “The whole vessel weighs close to forty-two thousand tons, but much of that is lesser metals. The Nth metal I sell for ten dollars a gram.”

It was more than she ever expected to find. Probably more than she would need. But the surplus would open up possibilities. She did a bit of quick math in her head. Ten billion dollars for the lot. The money wouldn’t be a problem. The AI they’d dropped in the past before traveling to Krypton meant that she’d arrived a year ago with almost fifteen billion waiting for her. Once she’d got Konex up and running, that amount had grown by a factor of a hundred. Most of it was tied up in her long-term plans but shaking loose ten billion would be easy enough. The problem was moving ten billion dollars without attracting attention.

“How much for the whole thing?” she asked.

She couldn’t see his eyes behind the sunglasses, but she could tell she’d surprised him.

“I did not realize you needed that much, My Lady,” he said.

“I’m not sure even this is enough my friend, but I would like to purchase the entire wreck, if it’s within my means. Even the lesser metals will have some value.”

She could tell he was worried, and with reason. It was possible he could take her in a fight, but it would take more luck than he could reasonably count on. If she decided to take what she wanted without paying, he would be in trouble.

“Be at ease, friend. The House of El trades fairly, and I swear to you, I will only take what I can pay for and what you are willing to sell.”

He relaxed, visibly, then turned to the wreck. “Your words please me, My Lady. I will remember your generosity and speak honestly with you.”

She nodded.

“The Nth Metal is worth the price I gave, in small amounts, but the truth is, I cannot move the wreck myself and there is no one I trust to move it for me. I brought you here only because of who you are. The name of the House of El is still remembered and your cousin has proven it is still a name associated with honor. Even you, daughter of Alura, have shown yourself to be a friend to those like me. As much as I would like to pretend otherwise, the wreck will be discovered by your DEO sooner, rather than later. The demolition of this airport is exacted to begin in the middle of next year. At that time, I would lose anything I haven’t already sold, and there are not a lot of buyers for Nth Metal. If I tried to approach the government here, they would simply take it for themselves and pay nothing. The same for the few human companies that would understand what I offer.”

He looked at the ship, then at her. “Five Hundred Million, and the whole wreck is yours,” he said.

Kara could see that he was expecting her to talk him down. In Bedoreeni custom, it was traditional to begin negotiations with the highest you could imagine someone paying, and for the buyer to begin by low balling.

“The House of El is generous, Marcosus. We will pay your price and add this, as well. The House of El owes you a favor. I will pass word to my cousin. You may come to either of us, and we will honor the debt.”

“You are too kind, My Lady,” he said.

“I’ve been told that more than once, my friend. Now, do you have an account I can transfer the money into?”

“I do most of my business in cash, My Lady.”

“I understand. Konex,” Kara said, taking out her phone, and pressing the home button. “Konex, I need you here.”

Konex appeared in a flash of light. “Yes, Lady Kara?”

“This is Marcosus. He is owed a favor by the House. Make note of it.”

“Of course, Lady Kara.”

“He is selling us goods necessary to the future of the house. The price agreed on is half a billion US Dollars. However, Marcosus does not have suitable banking arrangements. Remedy this to his satisfaction, and arrange to have the contents of this building collected and stored securely, and then-”

She was cut off by the sound of the text alert she’d set for Lucy. She quickly unlocked her phone and pulled up the message.

‘Dad headed to work to collect new guests,’ was all the text said.

“Konex, suit, now,” she said, then turned to Marcosus. “Please, forgive me-“

“Go, My Lady,” he said. “I understand.”

When Kara turned back around, Konex was holding one of her suits. A burst of super-speed and she was suited up, and out the door. Her lift off shattered the pavement, and the sonic booms echoed through National City for miles.

At three times the speed of sound, the thirty-mile trip from where she’d been to the DEO base outside of the city took less than a minute, but by the time she arrived, things were already starting to get ugly. Hank and Alex, along with thirty DEO agents were on the surface, facing down General Lane’s men over the barrels of assault rifles and pistols.

Kara didn’t want to see anyone on either side hurt, except maybe Lane himself, so she came in hot, pouring on the deceleration, but not stopping. Using a move she’d learned from Barry, she zipped through the ranks of Lane’s men at super-speed, dropping magazines, ejecting cartridges, popping takedown pins and stripping uppers off lowers, before coming to a stop next to J’onn and dropping out of superspeed.

Lane’s men all collectively flinched as they realized that their weapons had been field stripped in between one breath and the other. Even Lane’s eyes widened as he realized how drastically the situation had shifted.

“Sorry I’m late, Director Henshaw,” Kara said.

“Not a problem, Supergirl,” J’onn said. “In fact, I’d say you’re right on time.”

“And I’d say she has no business here,” Lane said.

“Well, fortunately, General Lane, you don’t make that decision,” J’onn said.

“As a matter of fact, I do. I’m here to take possession of the Fort Rozz prisoners who surrendered last night, and Supergirl is interfering with that.”

“On whose authority?” J’onn asked.

“By the authority of the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the United States Military, and the Secretary of Defense,” Lane replied.

“Really,” Kara said. She reached down and pulled her phone out of her boot. “You won’t mind if I give the Joint Chiefs a call then? Or, you know what, let’s take this right to the top.” Kara pressed the home button on her phone. “Call Olivia,” she said. The command, which she’d set up with Konex over a year ago, initiated a series of protocols the AI had set up, which first accessed any number of secure systems and got the President’s exact location, which at that moment happened to be the oval office, and routed the call to the nearest phone, which in this particular case happened to be the red one sitting on President Marsdin’s desk.

“President Marsdin,” came a voice which echoed across the field in the desert, making Lane’s eyes go even wider.

“Hey, Madam President. This is Supergirl. You’re on Speaker. I’ve got Director Henshaw, Agent Danvers, and General Sam Lane here with me.”

“Interesting crowd,” came the response in a carefully neutral tone. “Any chance you’re going to tell me how you got this particular number?”

“Oh, dear… Did the call come through on the Red Phone?” Kara asked.

“Yes, it did.”

“Sorry about that,” Kara said. “Didn’t mean to scare you. When I set up the protocol, I figured I’d only be using it in an emergency and designed it to route to whatever phone was physically closest to you.”

“Maybe you should call my secretary sometime, and we can see about setting up something a bit more official.”

“That’s probably a good idea for next time, but I’m afraid this isn’t a social call, ma’am.”

“I gathered that when you described who was with you. How can I help?”

“Well, ma’am, per your instructions, last night, I contacted General In-Ze, and as agreed, she surrendered to Director Henshaw and the DEO. Altogether, she brought in ninety-five former prisoners from Fort Rozz, including the Coluan Indigo and Astra’s husband Non. At the General’s recommendation, Non and Indigo are being held as Enemy Combatants, but the rest are settling in the temporary residences we built in preparation for the surrender.”

“That’s good news,” Marsdin said.

“Yes, I thought so, until General Lane showed up this morning with the intention of taking them into military custody.”

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” Marsdin asked.

“When I arrived at the DEO this morning, General Lane’s men were here, with guns pointed at the DEO agents on scene, and the stated intention of taking all the Fort Rozz prisoners into military, rather than DEO custody. I disarmed General Lane’s men in order to prevent any unfortunate accidents, and then called you. General Lane did mention that he’s here acting on orders from the Joint Chiefs and the Secretary of Defense and I have to admit, President Marsdin, that left me a little upset. I thought we had reached an understanding last week as to how the prisoners would be handled.”

“Supergirl,” Marsdin said.

“Yes, Madam President?”

“Please take me off speaker and pass the phone to General Lane.”

“Of course, Madam President.” Kara touched the screen, switching the call from speaker to normal, and held the phone out to General Lane, who’d gone white as a sheet. He reached out, and took the phone, raising it to his ear.

“Yes, Madam President?” he said, and those were the last words he spoke for the next twenty-three minutes, after which he passed the phone back to Kara with a simple, “She wants to speak to you.”

Kara raised the phone to her ear. “Supergirl speaking,” she said.

“Kara,” Marsdin said, “you have my apologies.”

“I’d like to say it’s okay, but you know I can’t.”

“I know, but I promise you, this will never happen again.”

“I will hold you to that,” Kara said before hanging up the phone. She looked at General Lane. “I think you’re done here.”

Maggie dropped down on one of the bar stools at Darla’s and waved at M’gann, getting a smile in return. Without asking, M’gann reached into the beer cooler and took out a bottle of Blue Moon. She turned slightly and Carl, the other bartender, blew on the bottle for a second, chilling it an extra few degrees before M’gann carried it over.

“Perks of having a Glacian on staff,” M’gann said as she used her thumb to pop the cap of the beer.

“You know that’s kind of invasive, right?” Maggie said as she reached for the bottle.

“I am what I am,” M’gann said. “I can’t help it if you’re broadcasting right now.”

“If that’s your way of telling me to shut up, I’d love to, but I don’t know how,” Maggie said.

“You should get Kara to give you lessons,” M’gann said. “She’s got the quietest mind I’ve ever seen.”

“You know Kara?” Maggie said.

“She’s been in,” M’gann said. “Good tipper. Bit showy for my taste.”

“I thought Martians couldn’t read Kryptonians.”

“We can’t read them, but normally, we get a sense of presence, a hint of emotion. It’s like static on a radio. Not from her though. Silent as a corpse. She’s definitely had training.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Maggie said.

“So, what’s got you all wound up,” M’gann asked. “You’re not usually a screamer.”

“No, but I could make you one,” Maggie replied.

M’gann laughed and shook her head. “God, it’s a wonder anyone puts up with you.”

“You know you love me,” Maggie said.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” M’gann said. “I mean, you’re cute, but you’re a little young for me.”

“You’re three hundred and change. Everyone is young for you.”

“You begin to see my problem. So, my young Padawan, what troubles you?”

“It’s a long story,” Maggie said, “but like any good one, it’s about a girl.”

“Tall, auburn haired and gorgeous?” M’gann asked with a knowing smile.

“Yeah,” Maggie said.

“Closet cases are always trouble,” M’gann said.

“That’s not the issue,” Maggie said. “I mean, it’s an issue, but… Ah, crap. It’s complicated, and you’re gonna think I’m nuts.”

M’gann stared at her for a moment, then turned towards Carl. “Hold things down for a few?” Carl nodded, and M’gann walked through the bar. “Come on Sawyer. Let’s grab a booth.”

Maggie picked up her beer and followed M’gann over to a booth in the corner that was both empty, and away from everyone else. She dropped down opposite her friend and took another sip from her beer.

“So, spill it,” M’gann said.

“Okay, this is going to sound crazy,” Maggie said. “But let’s say you met someone, and you really, really liked them.”

“Oh, the horror,” M’gann said.

“Shut up and listen,” Maggie said. “So, you meet this person. You hit it off. Things are going really, really well. And then, someone who can see the future… Not someone who claims they can see the future, but someone who you know for absolute certain can *actually* see the future tells you that if you choose to pursue things, you and this person you like are going to fall in love and get married.”

“In that unlikely event, I think I’d probably be pretty happy. I mean, love is a good thing, right?”

“Yeah,” Maggie said. “Now, suppose that this person who can tell the future tells you there’s this one thing you and this person you like are going to fight about. And it’s not a little issue. In fact, it’s kind of huge. Like, say, she wants kids, and you have never even considered having kids. But this person won’t tell you how the argument turns out.”

M’gann stared at her for a long time, and Maggie concentrated on making her mind as blank as possible, which for Maggie basically meant playing ‘One Week’ by the Barenaked Ladies over and over again in her head. She could see M’gann’s face flicker in annoyance.

“Well, at least it’s not a Katie Perry song,” M’gann said, making Maggie smile. M’gann sighed. “Look, Maggie, species that can actually see the future are few and far between. Those that can, don’t advertise, and generally don’t share information unless there’s something in it for them. So, even if, in this ‘hypothetical’, we were to take what you were told at face value, you have to understand that these people only see *probable* futures.”

Maggie nodded. “Okay, assume that in this hypothetical, all of that has been taken into account, and the information is absolutely legit. What do you do?”

“Well,” M’gann said, clearly still unhappy, “I suppose I would step back and consider *why* I never wanted kids. I’d also have to consider what exactly does ‘she wants kids’ mean. Does she want to carry the kids? Does she want you to carry them? Would adoption be enough? If she’s willing to adopt, does she want a baby, or would she adopt an older kid? Does she want one kid, or a bunch? Then, once you’ve worked all that out, you need to figure out how you feel about each of those options.

“Look, Maggie, the last time I went on a date, Louis the XIV was King of France, so I’m a little short on firsthand experience, but what I do know is that relationships only work when you are willing to compromise. Figure out what it is you can live with, and when she brings the subject up, lay it out for her, and figure out where she’s willing to compromise. Then, go from there.”

Maggie nodded, giving M’gann a big smile, because she’d given Maggie a way to tackle what felt like an overwhelming problem. “Thanks,” she said. “I think that’s just what I needed to hear.”

“Good,” M’gann said. “But remember what I said about people who can see the future. That sort of thing *always* ends up costing somebody something. People get shot over things like that. Usually in the head.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Maggie watched M'gann get up and walk away, admiring the view the tight jeans the Martian was wearing gave her. She blushed and looked away when M'gann gave a little wiggle that proved she knew Maggie had been looking.

She took another sip of her beer and thought about what M'gann had said. She'd never wanted kids. It just wasn't something on her radar. She could see the argument though. Getting into a relationship and getting the kids thing sprung on her. She could see it because it had happened before.

An argument over kids with Emily that just would not end. The more Emily pressed, the more Maggie had dug in. It had gone on for weeks, until one night there was a screaming match. Emily had told her to leave. Maggie had taken it as a breakup, because ‘I can’t even look at you anymore. Just get the fuck out,' sounded pretty fucking final, and she'd done something stupid. She’d gone out and gotten plastered, and when Emily had let herself into Maggie’s apartment the next morning, Maggie had been curled up around Toby, which had been horribly enough, without the screaming match with Emily that had followed, which ended with her telling Maggie to go fuck herself. The phone call with Toby later, where her former best friend expressed a similar sentiment.

Since then, Maggie had avoided thinking about the topic all together, because it brought up a lot of painful memories. Emily’s ‘you don’t deserve to be happy’ and Toby’s ‘you poison everything you touch’ and her father’s ‘you shamed me’.

It wasn’t hard to figure out what Kara was doing, either. The way she refused to tell Maggie how the argument ended was enough of a hint. Besides, she couldn’t imagine any version of herself that would consent to bringing a kid into the world in the middle of a war that was being lost. Of course, there was the possibility that she and Alex had picked up some stray. A little war orphan. Maggie had no trouble at all imagining that after all the stories she’d heard from Kara about the way Alex used to take care of her.

Had that been what the fight was about? Has she wanted to turn away some kid that Alex wanted to take in? She couldn’t see it. Not in the middle of a war zone, not with the world coming to an end. She looked around the bar and took in the people there. People she helped all the time. She liked helping people. Liked taking care of people.

So, what was it? Why did the idea of having kids bother her so much?

She thought back to the arguments with Emily. She’d been young and scared, because who wants to have kids when they are twenty-two? But she’d been frustrated more than anything. She’d just kept wondering over and over again why she wasn’t enough for anyone.

Maggie stopped dead, her hand suspended half way to her beer as the realization rolled over her of exactly what it was that had made her hate the idea so much. The feeling that she should be enough. Not that she didn’t like kids, not that she didn’t want to have to take care of someone, but the idea that someone would only want kids because she wasn’t enough for them.

Which, well, if not wanting kids was a deal breaker, was sort of true. Kind of. But Jesus, how fucked up was she to be jealous of the idea of kids?

Maggie picked up her beer and took a drink, deciding this particular bit of fucked up was something else she should thank her papá for. The problem was, knowing where to assign blame didn’t help her with the question at hand. She could safely assume that, in the other timeline, there were no kids. She could safely assume that, because in the other timeline, this had been a source of friction in an otherwise happy relationship. She wasn’t sure she bought that this was the only issue she and Alex ever fought about, but she suspected it was possible that it was the only thing that was a major, recurring issue. But she knew herself well enough to know that if she ever had a kid, no matter how that happened, she wouldn’t be resentful after the fact.

If she knew that though, knew that she’d love a kid if she had one, then what, really, was the issue? Was it the feeling that she would never be enough for someone? Was it all the other compromises she’d have to make? She loved being a cop, but that came with so many risks. Would she have to give that up? She’d fought so hard to be who she was, and she couldn’t help but wonder how much of that she’d have to give up for kids.

Maybe Kara was more right than she knew. She said what worked in that world might not work in this one. Maybe that was her and Alex. Maybe she was so broken that she could only be happy in an equally broken world. But she didn’t want that to be true. She wanted to be happy. She wanted to fall in love and get married and wake up next to Alex every morning.

“Shit,” she muttered to herself, as she realized how easily Alex’s name rolled through her head, and how true it was. Because it was Alex when she pictured it now. Alex had replaced the poorly-defined day dream she’d had for years. Maggie wanted to blame Kara for that, and probably should at least a little bit with the way Kara had spent months talking Alex up before they’d actually met, but if she believed what Kara told her about the other timeline, it wasn’t much different there.

She wanted Alex. She’d gone to see Kara because she wanted to make sure that Alex would want her too, because she already knew Alex rejecting her would hurt. Picturing a life, a future without Alex in it made her feel like she was choking.

She needed to talk to someone about this, and aside from M’gann, she could only think of one other person who might be able to give her the perspective she needed, so she took out her phone, pulled up her contacts, and found the one she wanted, hitting the call button.

“¡Hola, mija!”

Maggie smiled at the sound of the cheerful voice of her aunt Juanita on the other end of the line. “Hola, Tiá. You have time to talk?”

“For you, cariña, always. What do you need?” Juanita asked.

“I need some advice,” Maggie said.

“Oh, advice. That sounds serious,” Juanita replied. “What’s wrong, mija?”

“I met a girl,” Maggie said.

“Oh, I can see how that must be so horrible for you. However will you survive?”

Maggie laughed. “Tiá,” she said. “I’m serious!”

“So am I, mi amor. A young, attractive lesbian, meeting a beautiful, captivating woman. I know the torture will last for decades. You’ll be sitting there, in the house you’ve finished paying off, surrounded by your grandchildren, and she, your wife of thirty-five years, will be laying with her head in your lap, telling you how beautiful she thinks you are, and you’ll still be wondering if she means in a romantically, or if the dating and the marriage and the children and the finger banging and the comiendo la papaya were all just as friends.”

Maggie sighed. “You’ve been on Tumblr again haven’t you, Tiá?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. I’m forty-five, not dead. And there’s talk about rebooting Xena. I want to read all the fic when that happens.”

“I kind of hate that you know what fanfiction is,” Maggie said.

“Ay, cariña, be glad I do. If it wasn’t for Xena and Gabrielle, you might not have had an embarrassing lesbiana Tiá to take you in.”

“I’ll be sure to send Lucy Lawless a thank you note any day now.”

“Just don’t send her a toaster oven. I’m sure she has enough by now.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Maggie said.

“My point is, your generation did not invent Lesbian Sheeping. Gay chicas were standing around trying to figure out if they were into each other before either of us were born.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Maggie said, doing her best to keep from laughing.

“Now, Marguerita, tell me what’s troubling you,” Juanita said.

“I really, really like this girl, Tiá,” Maggie said. “The rent the U-Haul on the second date kind of kind of like.”

“Oh, mija. No wonder you are calling me. Is it your Kara, this girl you are talking about?”

“No, Tiá, it’s Kara’s hermana,” Maggie said. “Her name is Alex, and she’s... um... she’s... she’s amazing. Just so beautiful it hurts to look at her, and my heart starts pounding the moment she walks into the room, and all I can think of is how much I want to kiss her.”

“Oh, Marguerita, you have enfermo de amor.”

“Yeah,” Maggie said, a little wistfully. “I think I do.”

“Then what’s the problem, cariña? Does she not like you back?”

“I think she does,” Maggie said. “Or at least, I think she’s starting too. It’s just... she wants kids, Tiá, and I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Oh, pobrecita, you never have it easy, do you?” Juanita asked, sympathy pouring from every word.

“I think I got myself into this one,” Maggie said. “But I don’t know what to do, Tiá.”

“We’ve been here before, cariña. But, if you want a better ending this time, I think you need to ask yourself a question. Why does it bother you, the idea of children? Be truthful.”

Maggie took a deep breath, bracing herself for the answer she was afraid to give. “I always wondered why I wasn’t enough,” she said. “Why couldn’t I ever be enough for anyone?”

“Oh, mi corazón, it’s moments like this I dearly wish I could cut your papi’s heart out with a spoon,” Juanita said. “Listen to me, Marguerita. I never, in my life before you, dreamed that I would be a mother. Never wanted to be. And then, one day, my pendejo brother calls me, screaming at me that it’s my fault somehow that his daughter is gay. And I knew, as soon as he said it, what I had to do. I said to him, ‘if you cannot love your hija for who she is and be proud of her, you bring her to me, and I will be her madre.’ That’s why he brought you to me, mija. And when my novia found out that I had taken you in, she left me.”

Maggie had to swallow a lump in her throat before she could speak. “Oh, Tiá,” she said. “I didn’t know.”

“No, no, mija. I’m not telling you this because I want you to feel guilty. I’m telling you this, because I want you to understand, that in the sixteen years since I spoke those words, I have not regretted for a single moment. Not when your mami spit in my face. Not when your papi called me a marimacha. Not when your abuela called me, screaming, telling me I deserved to burn in hell. You have been the most wonderful part of my life, Marguerita. You are not just mi sobrina, you are mi hija, have always been enough for me. I love you so much, and I never want to see you in pain.

“Now, this Alex… if you want to be with her, then you need to ask yourself a difficult question. Is it that you don’t want children? Or is it that you are afraid that she won’t have enough love for you, and the children? If it’s the first, then however wonderful she is, she’s not the right woman for you. But if it’s the second, then ask yourself if that’s a reasonable fear? Do you really believe that she doesn’t have enough love to go around? If you do, then again, she is not the woman for you. You are easy to love, mi corazón, but I will not deny that you need a very great deal of it. All beautiful things do.”

“Gracias, Tiá,” Maggie said as she wiped tears from her face.

“Do you know what you are going to do, mija?” Juanita asked.

“Yes,” Maggie said. “I think I’m going to stop crying, and then I’m going to text the girl.”

“Good for you, mija! ¡Buena suerte con la chica!”

“Well, this is getting to be a habit,” Cat said.

Kara looked up from the glass of Scotch she’d been staring into, and smiled, just a bit. “Good evening, Miss Grant,” she said.

“You know, considering all the things we’re doing together, I think I can let you call me Cat,” she said.

The small smile on Kara’s face turned into a full-blown grin. “I’m still not telling you my name, Cat.”

“I had to try,” Cat said, no hint of apology on her face or in her voice. “Mind if I join you?”

“It’s your balcony,” Kara said, “but I would definitely enjoy the company.”

“Good to know,” Cat said as she sat down. “You have another glass?”

Kara nodded and reached down, picking up a second tumbler and setting it on the table. Then she used the same mold from the interview, and a puff of her freeze breath to make an ice ball for Cat’s glass, before pouring her a couple of fingers of the Ardbeg.

“That’s a handy trick,” Cat said, taking the glass.

“Yeah. I’m a big hit at parties,” Kara replied before taking a sip of her Scotch.

“Rough day?” Cat asked.

“Does it show?”

“Well, day drinking is usually a sign. Want to talk about it?”

Kara looked up at her for a moment, considering the questions and her own mixed emotions, and gave a tiny shrug. “If I didn’t, I probably would have remembered to check to see if you were still here before I borrowed your balcony.”

“That’s… probably a bit more self-awareness than I was expecting.”

“Well,” Kara said. “Someone I admire… Someone who’s spent a lot of time teaching me how to be better, once told me that the key is never lying to yourself about who you are, what you want, and what you can and cannot do.” Kara watched Cat’s face as she said it, and if she hadn’t known Cat as well as she did, she would have missed the shock on Cat’s face, because Cat had said those exact words to her, not long after she’d hired Kara.

“That sounds like good advice,” Cat said.

“Oh, she always gives good advice,” Kara said. “She’s a bit nosey though.”

“We all have our faults.”

Kara turned and looked out over the city, taking another sip of her scotch before she spoke again. “I locked one of the people I love most in the universe in a cage last night,” she said. She turned back to Cat. “It’s a very nice cage. It’s got a TV, a jacuzzi tub, meal service.”

“But it’s still a cage,” Cat said.

“And I locked her in it,” Kara said. “Because she’s a criminal. Because my mother, and my father, and my aunt and my uncle, and all the leaders of Krypton made her a criminal.”

“What happened?”

“Our world was dying… No, that’s not right. We were killing it. Oh, we had help. There were people out there, more than willing to push the knife in, but our arrogance, or hubris… We ignored the warning signs. Abused the gift Rao had given us. In our greed and avarice, we drove mines deep in to the core of our world. We did it without hesitation, without thought for the future. Jor-El realized what was happening, but Aunt Astra was the only one who would listen, and when Uncle Jor was too weak, too cowed by the word of the council to act, Astra gathered a group of followers. People she’d worked with over the years. Some of them believed her. Most of them, probably. I think a few just hated the Houses and the Council, not that I can blame them.”

“What they planned to do… It was horrible, and in the end, Krypton was already too far gone for it to make a difference. But they tried. They defied the council, they broke the law, and in the end, someone died. But at least they tried.”

Kara closed her eyes. She could feel the tears running down her face, the lump in her throat, and when she spoke, the way her lip quivered. “My mother, my father, my aunt and uncle… They did nothing. They stood back and let it happen. And I lost everything, Cat. My family, my home, my culture, my entire world. It was just wiped from the stars, and I saw it happen. I watched it. Thirty billion people died, and it was just me and Kal-El, and then, when I got here, he didn’t need me. He… He just abandoned me.”

She felt Cat’s arms slip around her, and pull her close, and she rested her head on Cat’s shoulder.

“Shhh…” Cat whispered.

Kara slipped her arms around Cat, holding her as tightly as she dared. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m here. Just let it out.”

“I talked her into surrendering. I begged her. I promised her she’d be safe.”

“Something happened?” Cat asked.

“General Lane tried to take them,” Kara said. “I stopped it, but if someone hadn’t warned me… I can’t lose Astra again,” Kara said. “I can’t.”

Cat reached up, stroking Kara’s hair. “We won’t let it happen,” she said. “I promise.”

Kara closed her eyes, leaning into Cat’s touch. She knew the promise was empty, that as powerful as Cat was, the forces aligned against them were nearly unstoppable, but it didn’t matter. Hearing Cat say it, she believed it, and she felt just a bit of the weight of fifty-three universes lift off her shoulders.

#supergirl #supercat #supercanary #sanvers #fanfiction #the shape of things to come #kara danvers #alex danvers #cat grant #maggie sawyer #sara lance #j'onn j'onzz #susan vasquez #lois lane #clark kent #james olsen #winn schott jr.#future shock

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5000 Questions Survey Pt. 30

2801. The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind. But what was the question? idc. 2802. Suggest three new diary circles that you would find interesting: lol no thanks. 2803. Buttons or Knobs? knobs? idk what this is in reference to. 2804. What is a juggalo? those guys from insane clown posse, right? i could totally be wrong. 2805. Are you a fan of Crass? no.

2806. If you were going to write a short note to yourself and then put it away and read it in ten years, what would it say? i hope you ended up getting your shit together. 2807. When someone does something that is wrong do you believe that they know in their hearts that they are wrong but they push it down into their subconcious and rationalize away their guilt? yes and no. someone people genuinely don’t give a fuck. When have you done this (if you say never then you are doing it right now)? no. 2808. How can a person have sex with someone they don't love? they just... do? Have YOU ever? nope. 2809. What are the paradoxes in your head (that is when you believe two conflicting things to be true)? none. i do like reading up on paradoxes though. 2810. What does each set of two words suggest to you? pale gravity: no thanks. little mornings: spiritual machines: eccentric being: pray attention: yellow lectures: 2811. What movie would be AWESOME in 3D? tron was amazing in 3d, i actually felt sick afterwards lol. 2812. Why is it important to write and think clearly? just coz. 2813. A girl and her boyfriend are hanging out. It is obvious they are together. Another guy schmoozes between them and starts hitting on the girl. The boyfriend tells this guy to back off. The guy just keeps bothering the girl. Do you think the boyfriend would be justified in hitting this intrusive guy? i think the boyfriend should continue to use his words before getting violent. A girl and her boyfriend are hanging out. It is obvious they are together. Another GIRL(lesbian) schmoozes between them and starts hitting on the first girl. The boyfriend tells this girl to back off. The girl just keeps bothering the first girl. Do you think the boyfriend would be justified in hitting this intrusive girl? same answer as above ^ If you answered yes to one situation and no to the other one why the double standard? i had the same answer for both. 2814. What do you think of the name Prue? it reminds me of charmed. 2815. What would you spend your last dollar on? nothing, i’ll keep it. 2816. Have you ever won an ebay auction? yeah, i think i have. If yes for what? idk, this was years ago when ebay didn’t have a but it now option. 2817. Would you like it if Blockuster had a drivethrough?? blockbuster is dunzo. 2819. When was the last time you taught someone somthing and what was it? i was teaching my boyfriend how to milly rock hahaha. 2820. Why do adults and teens not understand each other? generation gaps. but i know of plenty of instances where they do understand each other. 2821. Are you afraid? no. 2822. Do you trust large drug corporations? it’s not something i’ve sat and thought about tbh. Do you trust the Food and Drug administration? idk. 2823. If a tree falls in the woods does it make a sound? yes. Do you define sound as sound waves or as the reaction between the soundwaves and your ears? sound waves. 2824. Who is full of shit? your mother. 2825. Four of the five senses are routed through a special area to the brain. One sense goes right to the brain and so is a powerful sense involved with memory and emotion. Which sense do you feel this is? smell? haha idk. 2826. Are you on a ship of fools or a carousel? carousel. 2827. What is your bathing suit like? it’s just plain black. 2828. Whose line is it, anyway? not mine. 2829. Are you more likely to answer a signed in note or a nsi note? idk what a nsi note is. 2830. To be or not to be. That is the question. What is the answer? i have no idea. 2831. Does beauty exist as a definable standard or is beauty in the eyes of the beholder? it’s definitely in the eye of the beholder. Why do you think it is that so many people have the same idea of who and what is beautiful? society’s standards. but not everyone follows it. Where do your standards for judging beauty come from? i’m not sure actually. i could think someone is gorgeous but my friend would think they’re ugly. idk. 2832. Would a war with Iraq help or harm american economy? lol. 2833. What is the first thing you would do if you saw a nuclear explosion in the distance? call my family and boyfriend and check the news. 2834. Would you like to be cryogenically frozen? nah. 2835. Think of the person you love the most. Would you be willing to murder a stranger in order to save that person's life? Why or why not? eh, not sure. i’d only 100% murder the stranger if they were the one endangering my loved one’s life. i’d have to think about it otherwise. 2836. Imagine no possetions. I wonder if you can? did you mean possessions? 2837. How messed up is: your hair? it’s quite neat actually. your room? yeah it’s a mess. your car? mess. your life? mess. 2838. What are you running out of? patience. 2839. What do you live for? myself. 2840. How did you decide it was worth living for? idk, just coz it’s my life. 2841. Do you consider some people to be too: traditional? conformist? avant-garde? smart? stuck up? modern? beautiful? ugly? obsessed? emotional? petty? sneaky? fat? thin? i know people that could cover all of these things. 2842. By what criteria do you judge others? generally in their behaviour. i have no time for rude people. 2843. Do you look at people's words and actions or the underlying reasons for those words and actions? both. 2844. Which would you rather collect: simpsons action figures? <---- this kiss gear? anything with a smiley? horror movies? 2845. Do you fight for your rights? not as much as i should. 2846. Would you rather be a construction worker or a crossing guard? crossing guard. 2847. What is enought o satisfy you in life? a well paying job that i can tolerate. 2848. Do you think you have more, less, or average life experiance for your age? i think i have a little more. 2849. Why go to college? if there’s a specific career path you want to follow that requires you to go to college, i think that’s a good enough excuse to go. Have you considered joining a cult instead? never. 2850. What's the last lie you told? someone asked me how i am and i said good lol. 2851. What celebrity has the sexiest voice of females? rihanna, i love her accent. males? drake has a really smooth speaking voice. 2852. You are having a party and can invite three celebrities of your choice. The WILL come. Who do you invite? rihanna, the weeknd andddd beyonce. 2853. Where did you come from? from my parents? Where are you now? in bed. Where are you going? nowhere. 2854. What would you imagine the playboy mansion is like? tbh it never looked that appealing during that reality show. it’s not something i’d be interested in seeing. 2855. Do you blow your nose loudly in public? only if i have to. 2856. Do you help others every day? i’d like to. 2857. Bono or Chris Tucker? neither. 2858. Is it lonely being alone in your head? sometimes i like being alone. 2859. What is the worst poverty you have ever seen? philippines. 2860. Has anyone ever told you that more than 2 billion people live on less than two dollars a day? no one has told me that. i wouldn’t be surprised if it’s gotten higher since this survey was made over 10 years ago. What do you think of that? it’s really sad. 2861. Add a sentance to the story: Once upon a time there was a man named Arthur and he was brushing his teeth when all of a sudden he saw a bright rainbow utside. So he goes out the back door to take a look and he finds an elf who says fuck you. 2862. Be honest.. do you generally listen or wait for your turn to talk? i usually wait unless i have a strong point to share. 2863. How many fingers do you type with? all of them i think. 2864. What does 'you think you know but you have no idea' mean? Where did it come from as a common phrase? my interpretation of it is like... you’re making a strong assumption without actually knowing or experiencing something. 2865. Do you think it's important to give up liberties in order to protect freedom? slightly contradictory but ok. 2866. Do you think George Bush was elected in a legal way? i don’t know much about american politics. 2867. Imagine you were dying of a disease...you only had a certain amount of time left with your mte, parents or children. What would you leave behind for them to remember you by? photos, videos, letters etc. How would you feel if there were drugs to help you live, only you couldn't afford them? i’d feel pretty helpless. How would you feel if people were trying to sell you the drugs at a lower cost but the drug companies made sure they couldn't because that would cut their profits? idk. This senario is going on Right Now.The country is Africa. The disease is aids. The drug is azp (and others). The people are Africans who are very poor and have aids. The large drug corporations won't sell the drugs at a price they can afford or allow smaller companies to either. Is this acceptable? no. What are you going to do about it? there’s not much i can do but research i guess. 2868. Would you ever BUY a new ring for your cell phone that plays a couple of notes of your favorite song? nah. 2869. What has completely moved you? life. 2870. If for your next birthday you had a novelty kids birthday party what games would you play at it? hide and seek, pinata, bullrush lol. 2871. How can you keep open toed sandles from rubbing against your toes and making them blistered and raw? wear different shoes. 2872. What happens to socks when they disappear in the drier? how the hell would i know. 2873. What is the quality of humanity all about? life lol. 2874. True or false - All homophobes are inherently evil.: false... some probably are, some are just not educated. 2875. Is there anything, besides love, that money can't buy? experience. eh, half true idk. 2876. How is your soul? still there. 2877. What are you committed to? these damn surveys lol. 2879. Are you photogenic? no. 2880. Can you define these words off the top of your head as if you were talking to someone who didn't know what they were? rain: cold: green: sand: eh, too tired to think. 2881. Why aren't you naked (or are you)? because i’m cold. 2882. Do you think anoyone is all good or all evil? possibly. 2883. Go outside a sec. how many animals are in your yard? lol hell no. Did you count yourself? why or why not? 2884. What household appliance drags you down? none. they’re all very useful. 2885. try this..write a list of six possibilities of things you could do after you are off the computer. Make sure that at lease ONE thing is something you would be unlikely to ever do. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. no. Now grab a dice (if you have none ask someone to pick a number between 1 and 6) and decide what you will do by flipping it. Then do it! 2886. Which of the following doesn't belong with the others and why? a. garden b. love c. magazine d. death idk 2887. How old are you? 26. What age do you feel mentally? 26. emotionaly? same. spiritualy? is there an age for spirituality? 2888. Who do you think is more wise: your mailman or a person who has been living on the streets for 12 years? it would just depends on the person. 2889. Do you kiss on the first date? i’m open to it. 2890. Would you ever want to be oon: a dating show(which)? no. a game show(which)? the amazing race. the news(why)? no, i don’t want any attention. 2891. How much money would it take to get you to: strip to nuthing but a bright orange thong (for guys, orange thongs an string bikini top for girls)and wrestle another person of the same sex in a thong in a pool of jello? 10k. participate in a contest where you drink alcohol as fast as you can until you puke? i’ll do it for like $100 lol. i’ll puke instantly. sit absolutely still for 2 hours, in nothing but a towel, covered in plaster of paris? $1000 maybe. Walk around at your school in bondage gear asking people to spank you on the ass with a huge dead octopus tenticle? i don’t go to school and that’s just creepy. pick your nose and eat it? $50 hahah. smash potatoes with your head? if it doesn’t hurt i’ll do it for a pretty low price. 2892. Who deserves an appology? my grandma. 2893. What wins the award as stupidst lyric you can think of? i feel like every artist has released a song with cringey lyrics. 2894. Where do you most like to be massaged? neck, back and feet. 2895. Is your face clear? no :( i got like two pimples after a night out. 2896. Finish this phrase in a humorous way.. Friends don't let friends... eat salad. 2897. What present would you bring to the birthday party of an aquaintance? i’d regift them something i already had. sorry lol. 2898. Is your game on? no. 2899. What would a song for the deaf be like? possibly feeling the bass. How about a painting for the blind? a visual description. 2900. What is a sure-fire way to get noticed? yeah, run around naked in public.

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