#Weekend Supermarket

[faeriekit]

Lunch Break

a two-prompt phic phight fill for @fuyuthefoxwriter; demon!au and fangs

Notes: 1. This IS a continuation of my prev. demon!au (Visitation) 2. based on the laws of Phic Phight you CANNOT read the previous iterations, as it is nsfw and therefore cannot be linked 3. but for the already present fans…it’s a continuation from that. Also, it’s gray ghost. 

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Valerie likes her boyfriend. 

He’s cute, with a button nose and blue eyes. He’s sweet. He’s kind, and he’s gentle, and if she leaves him alone he takes the toaster oven apart just to see how it works. It’s kind of like living with a small dog who takes apart pillows if you don’t give them enough attention. 

Valerie loves her boyfriend. 

…But the goddamn teeth. 

She pushes his face away, cutting off their kiss with no warning. Danny squawks. 

“Danny,” Valerie implores, again, because they are in public and not in the comfort of their own apartment, “If you cannot keep human teeth while we are making out, we are not going to make out anymore.”

Her stupid, human-shaped boyfriend pouts. Valerie should be pouting. Valerie has to avoid shredding her tongue like she’s kissing a cheese grater. 

Danny, who is the cause of all this, should not be pouting as if he’s been denied the opportunity to stick his tongue in her mouth for no reason, instead of his habit of turning his extremely normal and flat human teeth into something extremely hazardous to tongues and lips everywhere. 

Danny makes the world’s saddest eyes she’s ever seen. It’s very rude of him. Valerie deserves better. “But Val! I brought you lunch!” 

For one, it’s six in the evening. A more apt word might be ‘dinner’. Secondly…

“I work at a burger restaurant,” Valerie points out, arms crossing over the Nasty Burger logo on her shirt for extra emphasis. “I already have dinner. I also have to be back on shift in half an hour, so if you’re not going to put your teeth away, I’m going to finally finish Don Quixote or nap trying.” 

“Yeah, but you hate eating work food for lunch,” Danny points out, because he does do some very sweet things by 1) recognizing her likes and dislikes and 2) applying them liberally throughout their relationship. He holds up a weirdly large tupperware in his hands. It’s clear. It’s green. 

It’s Fenton salad. 

“...So my Mom packed you leftovers after I picked up stuff at the Ops Center, since she knows you like the dill vinaigrette she makes after the ectology conference every year, and she added the shredded carrot and the crumbly cheese you like since no one else in the house eats it, plus some of those little orange slices and the croutons…”

Valerie’s lips purse. Fenton salad. Her favorite. 

…She takes the container from Danny’s outstretched hands, determined to ignore his smug look. Valerie prefers to be right, but higher in priority comes accepting free food from her boyfriend’s mother.

“You’re welcome,” Danny offers, smugly sweet.

“If I kiss you, will you get me with your teeth again?” Valerie asks. She’s deeply suspicious of both his motives and the timing. 

“...Maybe?” 

Valerie looks at him. “Change your answer.”

“...No?” 

“Close enough.” Valerie draws him in, and Danny lets himself be drawn in; the kiss is sweet, and short, and tastes kind of like mandarin oranges. 

He definitely had some of her salad before sharing. Whatever. It’s a good thing she likes him. 

The kiss is lovely, and not very long; separating is a little harder, though, when Valerie realizes that Phantom’s tail is still wrapped around her waist. 

“...Danny.”

“Mmhm?” 

“I have a shift to get to.”

“Yeah,” Danny agrees, entirely ignorant to his least controlled limb holding her back. 

“So,” Valerie continues, and then scratches at the fur in his tail until he flinches with recognition. “Unwrap me, please.”

“Do I…have to?”

Valerie’s look flattens. Danny makes entirely unacceptable goo-goo eyes at her. 

“I have a shift in ten, and your mom’s salad to devour. Move it or lose it.” 

Danny’s tail unwraps. Danny sighs, leaning in for one last peck—

Valerie feels the tips of fangs bite explicitly into her lips. 

Her growl is hardly intimidated by Phantom’s rush of guilty laughter, her demon-shaped boyfriend slipping out of her fingers. Great. Now she can taste blood— the thing she was trying to avoid. 

Seeing him in all of his claws and fangs and teeth and horns in daylight was always a little strange; he was never quite opaque in sunlight. He was always a touch translucent, only just shifted outside of reality. 

And the stupid cow ears.

No, they're not endearing. Shut up.

It certainly didn’t help that if someone saw him turn into a demon, his whole ‘hiding his identity as a half-demon’ thing would be over! He needs to pick better spots for his random acts of infernal dramatics!

“I’m sorrrryyyy,” Phantom shouted from a healthy fifty feet away, floating in the air. It made him hard to reach, but an excellent target. “I looooovvee yoooouuu!” 

No. Valerie will resist reaching into her armor for a weapon to shoot her boyfriend out of the sky with. It is rude. It is unkind. More importantly, Valerie’s not interested in having a public identity reveal behind the Nasty Burger any more than Danny is. 

It’s fine. There’s other options. 

“Put a shirt on!” Valerie hollers back, hands over her mouth. 

Phantom’s mouth drops in the distance, little fangs glinting in the evening sunlight. His clawed hands go over his chest, looking for some perceived gap in his coverage. “I’ve got fur! I don’t need one!” 

“Exhibitionist!” Valerie heckles back. “Nudist!” 

Phantom squawks in offense. “Come on! I’m covered!” 

“Get some pants!” Valerie shouts back, finally attracting the attention of one of her employees. At the sound of the Nasty Burger’s nasty back door creaking open, Phantom bolts off. 

Good. That’s what he gets. 

Temerity peeks through the back door. Her name tag is upside down, again. “Boss…?”

Valerie brushes herself off, grabs a plastic fork from where it was sitting on her ebook reader, and reclines back onto the plastic lawn chair that counts as their ‘break room’. “It was nothing, Temmie. A demon got into the dumpster again.” 

“Oh.” Temerity’s countenance warms. She’d always had an interest in the local occult scene. “Did it leave anything behind?”

“Nah,” Valerie replies, popping open her tupperware. Just her lunch, apparently. “You need any help…?”

“Nope! We’ll be fine until you get back in.” 

That for sure means something’s wrong. Whatever; Valerie is totally satisfied to finish off the last fifteen minutes of her shift with some literature, a bucket’s worth of satisfaction, and her boyfriend’s dismayed texts pinging in bursts onto her phone. 

[birgita24]

Supermarket

[spaghett-onaplate]

Just got home and settled and cleaned and fed after my closing store shift, now my next shift is in 11 hours 😭😭

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

Hnngngngng taking the gamble that the electricity will hold out till next Thursday as I buy. Fuckin bread,

[lmolm]

feeling a bit sad cause i really did lose all my skills i.e. i haven't made a gif in 4 years, i'm scared to change my theme cause i don't remember a single thing about html (and i used to make custom themes before), i feel like i'm not enthusiastic enough to be a part of community anymore (even though i do realize it's unreasonable and it doesn't matter). i guess this is what is adulthood is about cause i just can't bring myself to actively engage and enjoy time in a fandom because it's v time consuming & requires to have at least some mental energy and i ain't got both of them... i wish i could be 19 again & skip a class to go home to watch a day6 comeback

[des8pudels8kern]

Bank holidays on Saturdays are the worst. Can I do my usual grocery run Saturday morning? No, I have to do it Friday, after work. Which means not only do I need to figure out what I'll have for dinner next week by tomorrow afternoon, I'll also have to have a backup plan or two in case my suburban supermarket has already been picked clean by the senior citizens and part-time workers. Plus, obviously, no extra day off work.

[weepingactorsoverpopmusic]

[ohnoitsthebat]

I give up. I have no more fight left in me.

[minarcana]

modern au? modern au, you say?

urianger- history professor, specializing in folklore and religion as a way to let himself analyze a bunch of end times texts, and he will talk about it to anyone who holds still long enough. dont ask me his area of expertise because my impulse is always to be lazy and give him my own regional fixations-- yknow what, im gonna. byzantine empire and eastern europe. he is in his 30s and still kind of pathetic of a guy. doesnt use old-timey speech but still has a highly eccentric dialect. lives in a small apartment alone and often found in libraries or cafes, will drop anything hes doing to aid someone who appears to need Literally Anything.

laurel- young adult hanging around. she lives with her mother and younger brother and likes taking care of them. she works as a boudoir photographer, and she is also an onlyfans thirst trap. zero shame about either, shes incredibly proud of her work esp the photography and loves taking pictures that make people feel sexy and confident. she loves going out and socializing and can be found striking up conversations at bars or running various errands.

rusi'a- he works at a garden center and has an approximately encyclopaedic knowledge of every plant that crosses his path. he also works as a temp/fill-in worker basically everywhere. if youve ever seen emiya gohan, the way cu keeps showing up everywhere in every job with no explanation? that's rusia. hes telling you about the best mulch for your cacti. the next day hes selling you cut roses. the next day hes at your job filling in for a sick coworker. the next day you see him helping unload your moving van. guy who keeps getting Spotted. his skills are jack-of-all-trades-master-of-none.

i am rotating concepts for the others but theres my mains. look upon them.

[bopinion]

Could someone please tell me...

...why human evolution apparently stopped?

...why there is often not enough time to be on time?

...why I always have trouble falling asleep when I have to get up especially early?

...why I only notice after supermarket closing time that the dishwasher tablets and vacuum cleaner bags have run out?

...why there is more good weather on weekdays than on weekends?

...why no one has taken on the task of doing an inventory of the basement for me?

...why shirts do not iron themselves?

...why one notices his increasing age especially in the morning?

...where my son has misplaced his key?

...why there are more questions than answers?

[jakeperalta]

I'm so hungry and I have no food in but it's pouring rain and I don't want to walk to the shop so instead I've spent the past hour just languishing in bed

[evil-sometimes]

someone pay attention to me rn :(

[milcycyrus-archived]

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[greppelheks]

It's full capacity autism day. Y'all mind if I have another meltdown?

[jdass-corp370]

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[jinchuls]

i hate the extra shifts i take on now but i need the money and the hours but those two fuckers i work with practically leave me to run the entire thing myself