#so i'll be fine and conk out soon

[daytaker]

The Gang React to You Petting Their Hair

Lucifer

"I am only going to say this once: stop."

You get one warning. One. If you do not cease and desist, he is throwing you out of his study, so help him Diavolo's Dad. No, he does not like it. No, not even a little bit. You really aren't going to stop? You're just a glutton for punishment, aren't you?

....You're very lucky he's too busy to hurl you bodily from this room. He'll just endure it for now.

Mammon

"Hah?! What's the big idea?! This is the revered hair of THE Great Mammon, I'll have you know. So that'll be 100 Grimm a touch, thanks! ....Hey, no, wait, why'd you stop?"

Once he's done turning bright red and clearing his throat, he'll try to capitalize on this whim of yours by offering you a discount on hair touches. A very poorly-planned scheme, because you're not going to pay to do something he'll start begging you to keep up as soon as you stop.

Oh, so Mammon is willing to let you touch his high-value hair for free? You're so honored. What a good boy you are, Mammon. (You can expect a bit more sputtering and some denials that he is anything like a good boy, but bro's into it big time. If he had a tail, it would be wagging.)

Leviathan

*shrieks in confused, touch-starved otaku*

Wait, no, he didn't say to stop! What's with these mixed signals? Petting his hair then stopping just because he shrieks a little bit? Did you want to touch his hair or not? Is it greasy? Oh god, when did he last bathe? ...It was only the other day. You have no reason to be disgusted. You're just a bigoted normie who assumes all otaku are crusty and gross!

Ahhhh?!?!?!?! Again?! Fine! Just don't change your mind again, because that's super confusing! And yeah, obviously he's blushing, you're petting his head and it feels nice and kind of tickles! ....Mm.... You know, once he's settled into it, it's really relaxing, actually...

Fast forward an hour or two and he's probably conked out with his head in your lap, drunk on affection and mostly asleep.

Satan

"What exactly do you think you're doing?"

It feels weird. Why are you doing that? Wait, you're petting him? Like he's....a cat? Hmm. Interesting. He'll allow it. But you should do it properly. None of this mussing his hair around with wild abandon. You have to be gentle and use small movements. Maybe use your knuckles? Gently though. There, that's it.

So this is what it feels like. Admittedly, he probably wouldn't take kindly to this if anybody else was doing it, no matter how well they imitated proper cat-petting technique. But you're a special exception, so in the future, if you feel the need to do this, just let him know. And for the love of all things unholy, don't breathe a word about this to his brothers.

Asmodeus

"Oh, you like my hair? Isn't it soft? I'll show you the conditioner I use."

Asmo loves having his hair played with! Or brushed, or combed, or tugged (just not too hard, please!) His hair is silky smooth thanks to a mixture of his natural good looks and his shampoo/conditioner combination. He'll let you borrow them if you're interested. Your hair will look amazing! And it'll feel even better!

This is cozy. He'll just settle in and let you do this as long as you want. Careful you don't get too handsy; he knows how irresistible he is.

...Well, maybe if you're a little handsy he'll let it slide, but just because it's you.

Beelzebub

"Are you....petting me?"

Kind of weird, but it feels nice, so he isn't complaining. It's a little bit embarrassing, just because it makes him feel a little bit like a puppy, but then again, who doesn't like puppies? He'll be able to continue to go about his day not minding you petting his hair now and again. The only awkward part is how damn tall he is. You might need to keep a step stool handy.

Belphegor

"Nnngh, knock it off...! ... ... ...I changed my mind, do it again."

His initial reaction to being woken up to you stroking his head is annoyance, because dammit, he was sleeping. But once he shakes the cobwebs out of his brain, he'll realize that it actually felt really good and he could absolutely fall asleep under these circumstances.

He'll wait a little while, hoping you'll give it another try of your own accord, but if you don't, he'll eventually cave and grumpily ask you to do it again.

Diavolo

"Hahaha... That's enough, now."

He isn't actually a fan. Maybe it's the fact that he's a prince and has been acting as an autocrat more or less for centuries, but being stroked like an adored pet feels really degrading. Of course, he won't hold it against you, but seriously, stop.

Barbatos

"Are you finished playing around quite yet?"

Another one who isn't into this at all. He's more than happy to spend his free time petting you, if that's what you're interested in, but he is a petter, not a pettee. Read into this what you will.

Solomon

"You're so forward!"

Solomon likes it very much. Too much, possibly. Are you flirting with him? There's something incredibly intimate about touching someone's hair, don't you think? No, please, continue.

Simeon

"Um, what are you doing? ...As long as you're enjoying yourself, I guess!"

Simeon is more bewildered by this than most. Like, are you trying to scratch an itch for him? Is this one of those "viral memes" he's heard so much about? Well, it feels nice, and it isn't as if it's hurting anybody. He'll indulge you for now.

A little to your left, please. Ahhhh, that's the spot...

Luke

"Hehe, that tickles... Hey! Is this a Chihuahua joke?!"

It feels kind of nice, but as soon as he takes a second to think about it, he realizes that you're treating him at best like a little kid, and at worst, like a dog, and he isn't having any of that. He'll scold you for treating a Celestial being so casually, remind you that he's actually a lot older than you, technically, so who's the real baby, and secretly pine for more pets for the rest of his life.

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Finally Getting Help (prt 16)

Masterpost

Sorry for the delay on this part! And there might be more to come, I thought of a new AU that's devouring my brain XD I'll still be working on this it's just going to be slightly slower.

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Jason sat next to Danny, holding his limp hand as Bruce flew them back to the cave and landed gently. “Do we have a way to contact Frostbite?” Jason asked as they wheeled Danny into the Cave’s med bay.

“Yes, as long as Constantine isn’t too drunk,” Batman said dryly. 

“If he is, I'll sober him up real quick,” Jason responded just as dryly. Batman chuffed out a soft laugh before pulling out his Justice League communicator and called Constantine. 

After hearing Constantine was on his way, and grabbing a domino mask, Jason tuned out the conversation, returning to Danny’s side, taking his hand again. Jason jolted slightly when Danny’s fingers twitched and curled slightly around his own. 

“Danny?” He asked softly, leaning over his boyfriend.

Danny’s brow pinched just a little and then he opened his eye, squinting up at Jason. He held his breath as Danny blinked and looked around before letting out a soft groan and closed his eyes tightly for a moment. 

“Hey, how do you feel,” Jason asked softly as Bruce finished the call and hustled over to check Danny’s vitals. 

“Thirsty, like I was hit by a bus,” Danny croaked but there was a flicker of a smile around his mouth. “Where are we?”

“I’ll get you some water,” Jason said, squeezing Danny’s hand before hurrying to grab a water bottle. 

“You’re in the bat-cave, you passed out after the fight. We’ve gotten in contact with Frostbite, he should be here soon.” Batman told Danny, as soft as he ever was behind the mask. 

“I passed out huh?” Danny sighed, pushing himself up with a soft groan and accepted the bottle of water from Jason once he’d opened it for Danny. He drank deeply and sighed with relief. “Frostbite doesn’t need to come though, I almost always pass out after using my wail, and twice in one night? I must have conked out for a bit longer than usual, nothing to worry about really.” 

“We’d still feel better having you looked over,” Bruce said just as gently 

“Yep, and hey, while he’s here maybe he can look me over too. We talked about me having an appointment with him,” Jason pointed out. He knew that Danny would feel better if it wasn’t just for him.

As Jason sort of suspected he would, Danny paused, then sighed and nodded, laying back down on the gurney with a little groan. Fine,” He sighed softly, handing the bottle back to Jason who set it aside for Danny. “What happened to Vlad?” 

“He got away,” Bruce said with a sigh. “Spoiler, Blackbat, and Red Robin are still looking for him but so far without success.” Bruce said with a frustrated set to his jaw.

“I hope they’re being careful. I’m sorry, I should have guessed he would be tracking me. You’re not hurt, are you?” He asked, looking at Jason worriedly. 

“I’m completely fine. And they will be too, they’re tough and they have the tech you build for them,” Jason promised Danny with a reassuring little smile. 

“I hope so,” Danny groaned. “God Vlad is such a bastard.”

A green portal opened in the middle of the Bat-cave and a giant yeti like ghost came charging out with a very frazzled looking John Constantine on his heels. “Is the Great One alright?!” The yeti asked worriedly. 

“Ya Frostbite I’m fine,” Danny promised, sitting up again and giving him a little smile. “I just overused my powers again.” Danny didn’t seem surprised when Frostbite came charging over and scooped him up in a tight enough hug that it made Danny wheeze. Jason and Bruce got out of the way and gave Constantine a curious look, he gave them a helpless shrug. “But I still need to breathe,” He gasped and Frostbite quickly put him down again, apologizing all the while. 

“I’m glad you are alright! But it’s about time for a check up for you and the little ones anyway,” Frostbite said warmly before suddenly noticing Batman and Jason, he had been too sign mindedly focused on Danny previously. “Oh! Hello,” He greeted brightly. 

“Frostbite, this is my new guardian Batman, and my boyfriend Jason,” Danny said, using his civilian name since Jason wasn’t in costume. 

“Ah! Wonderful to meet you!” Frostbite said, offering his big hand for Bruce to shake, who accepted, and tried not to seem taken aback by just how enthusiastically Frostbite shook it. He nearly lifted Bruce off the ground! At least when Jason’s turn came he was prepared. “It’s good to know he’s finally away from the Fenton’s, they were terrible guardians. He and the little ones will be safe with you, yes?” There was a hint of a warning in his voice and the temperature dropped a few degrees.

“Yes, of course,” Batman said firmly. “I will do my best to protect them and provide a safe environment.”

Frostbite nodded and looked at Jason.

“I’ll do my best to make him happy,” Jason said a little lamely, but Frostbite seemed to accept it. 

“Excellent!” Frostbite said brightly again and turned back to Danny. 

“Once we’re done can you have a look at Jason?” Danny asked Frostbite. “He died too, and has had some trouble since coming back.”

“Of course, Great One. But we will be giving You a thorough check up first,” Frostbite insisted. Danny gave a resigned sigh and nodded.

Danny sat back down on the cot and let Frostbite examine him. Since neither objected to Bruce and Jason’s presence so they both stayed to watch, and support Danny if he needed it. Constantine wandered off, he wasn’t part of the family after all, this was none of his business. 

The check-up was… odd, it mostly consisted of Frostbite waving his hands around Danny, occasionally touching very deliberate places, while asking him questions about how he was feeling, physically and emotionally, and what had happened. He touched the center of Danny’s forehead, his chest, every time he did little waves of blue light went through Danny. The one over Danny’s stomach made him gasp softly and Frostbite frowned at him, Danny smiled back sheepishly. 

“Can you show me your core?” Frostbite asked, pulling back.

Danny nodded and reached into his own chest, something Jason would never get used to seeing, and drew out his core. Jason hadn’t seen it before, he thought it was absolutely beautiful, the most perfect sapphire he’d ever seen, glowing silver blue with an opalescent sheen, it looked like a miniature planet, like it might contain an entire world.

Batman had seen it before, and he knew that it looked significantly dimmer then it had been the first time Danny had showed it to him. That was… concerning. Frostbite seemed to think so too by the way he was frowning at Danny. He pulled out some sort of souped up magnifying glass from somewhere and started to examine Danny’s core, though he didn’t once touch it. 

“There are no cracks or chips, you simply overused your powers,” Frostbite said, putting away the magnifying glass and gesturing for Danny to put away his core. “I’m surprised honestly, for most leaving your Fraid and your haunt like you did would have caused far more damage. It’s testament to how well your current caretakers are looking after you that you’ve weathered the transition so well.

“I wouldn’t try to use your powers for about a week to let your ectoplasm regenerate. There’s significantly less here then there was in Amity Park, there’s still plenty to sustain you but you’ll need to ration it’s use a little bit to have enough for you and the little ones to develop properly.” Frostbite said with a definitive nod. 

“I will, if I can,” He promised, looking down. “I wasn’t exactly expecting to be attacked this time. What happens if I Do overuse my powers too much?” Danny asked, glancing up at his Doctor.

“Well-” Frostbite started and then stopped himself, looking down at Danny consideringly. “I’m not entirely sure. With a regular ghost the child would either take significantly longer to form properly, or the parent might even retreat into their own core and lose the baby. But you are still living, and the babies have flesh forms as well, yes?” Danny nodded and Frostbite tilted his head slightly. “It’s… possible that even if you deplete yourself you and the babies will be alright, your ghost form would retreat and you and the babies will be, for all intents and purposes, fully human for a time. But I would not test that! There are too many ways it could go wrong.”

“Oh I don’t want to test it,” Danny said with a wry smile and a shake of his head. “Like you said, it’s kind of amazing my core is in as good shape as it is with all the changes lately, and if it broke it would End me, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes,” Frostbite said ruefully, patting Danny’s shoulder sympathetically “But let's not focus on that! You and the babies are doing well! here , drink this,” He produced a little vile of a viscous glowing green liquid and patted Danny’s shoulder, which was apparently his queue to hop off the cot. He drank the liquid like a shot and handed the vile back to Frostbite who stowed it back in whatever liminal space he’d been pulling all of these things from. 

“Are you ready?” Danny asked Jason. Resting a hand on his arm. Oh right, Jason had almost forgot he was going to be getting a check-up too. 

“Ya, sure,” Jason agreed with a sharp nod. He was nervous, seeing Danny’s interactions with Frostbite had put some of it at ease but he was still a bit scared about what Frostbite would find. 

“Can I hold your hand?” Danny asked, knowing Jason needed it, but wouldn’t ask. Jason nodded again and went to sit on the cot like Danny had. Danny stayed next to him and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. 

“Alright! What seems to be the trouble?” Frostbite asked Jason, warm and sympathetic. 

“Well, I died a while ago. I came back and we don’t totally know why, I went through some shit, got dunked in stuff we call Lazarus Water, which heals the sick and kills the healthy, and occasionally resurrects people. And I’ve been having issues ever since. I can’t control my emotions well, I have violent outbursts and dissociative episodes, I do things without knowing I am, or remembering it sometimes?” Jason said, glancing at Danny who gave him an encouraging smile. “None of this happened before I died and came back, I really don’t think it’s trauma either. Danny confirmed there was something wrong.”

Frostbite hummed and looked back at Danny, who nodded. “I did, I mean, I don’t really know what I was looking at but it did feel… off,” He said with a helpless little shrug.

“Alright, I’ll have a look,” Frostbite agreed and gently rested a clawed finger against Jason’s forehead. Cols rushed down over him, not refreshing cool water like it had been with Danny but freezing cold. It made Jason gasp and tense but he refused to pull away. Slowly a frown formed on the ghost doctor's face and he tutted. Well that was a bad sign. 

“Frostbite,” Danny said, a warning tone in his voice.

“Ah! My apologies! It’s nothing as bad as what you might think! I haven’t seen something like this in a very long time. Granted I rarely have occasion to tend to mortals but…” He trailed off and pulled back, the feeling of ice against Jason’s skin vanished. “Your resurrection was botched. You are alive, but it’s not…” Frostbite seemed to think about the best way to explain this. 

“Your soul was never given the chance to enter your body properly. I would guess when you ‘came back’ it was as an undead rather than a truly living person. Then the Lazarus Water resurrected your body and bound your soul back to your body, the way that it had previously been, which was not entirely… inside your body. 

“You’re soul and your body are not quite one being. It’s like a bone that broke and was not set before healing properly, it created some… spiritual nerve damage.” He saw Jason’s look of confusion and sighed. “I’m sorry, this is hard to explain to the living.”

“So, that’s causing all my issues?” Jason asked hesitantly. 

“Yes and no, it also seems to have damaged your ability to process the lingering ectoplasm from your ghost, and the Lazarus Water, which seems to be a corrupted ectoplasm. I suspect those are causing the emotional outbursts,” He said. “I’d need a sample of Lazarus Water to confirm that.” 

“I can get you that,” Bruce rumbled. “So, how can we fix this?” He asked, always blunt and to the point. 

“It’s not that simple. How would you fix a bone that healed wrong?” Frostbite asked.

“In a lot of cases… you have to break it again,” Jason said with a wince. 

“Yes, now we will Not do that, killing and resurrecting you again with the hopes it would be correct this time is far too risky. I mean to say with how set your soul is in its current position this is going to be a very long process with an unclear prognosis. I suspect just spending time around the Great One will help,” Frostbite said, gesturing at Danny. “Infusions of uncorrupted ectoplasm will hopefully clear out the corrupted stuff and ease the emotional issues. It may also strengthen your soul which, as long as you are at peace inside yourself, will help it settle back into its proper place. 

“You should know that it is possible that if you are entirely at odds with yourself, strengthening your soul might have the opposite effect of allowing it to pull even further away from your body. Managing your support system and obsessions will be crucial to recovery. Phantom can help you with that as well, he has more experience,” Frostbite said gently. “It’s important to remember that most ailments of the soul have an emotional element to them, and not try to find fast and easy fixes that will make things worse in the long run.” 

“I understand,” Jason said numbly. He really had been hoping there would be some clear easy fix. 

Danny squeezed Jason’s hand and Jason looked at him and was greeted by a warm smile. “The important thing to remember is we know what’s wrong now, and that things can get better. You’re already on the right track reconnecting with family and being with me.”

Jason took a deep breath and nodded, Danny was right. This had been going on for years now, nothing had really changed just because he knew. It wasn’t like he was getting diagnosed with something terminal. “Right,” Jason agreed with a nod and took a deep breath, shaking his head and rolling his shoulders. “Right, thanks Frostbite.”

“It’s my pleasure! I’ll supply Phantom with the pure ectoplasm, he knows how to administer it well enough. I shall come check up on both of you again in a month’s time, but I should be going now!” Frostbite said, hugging Danny again tightly before wandering off, muttering about wondering where that magician got off to.

[roland-crane-leafbook]

@RolandCrane on Leafbook - 27/05/XXXX @ 10:36am

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What's your go-to morning brew to start the day off? I can't say I shy away from tea or even hot cocoa from time to time, but I'm definitely a coffee drinker. If it's a fine quality, I can't say no to a good ol' trusty black cuppa joe... But admittedly, I could treat myself to a nice cold brew every once in a while. Splash some fresh sweet cream on top... That's the stuff. How about you?

Well anyways, back to the point of this post... I made a terrible mistake last night.

Against my better judgment, I allowed Evan to share some espresso with me, as we were pulling an all-nighter. The results were, pardon the pun... Catastrophic.

He insisted, reminding me that he was a king of an entire nation, which is fair. You know how agreeable of a kid Evan is, but there was a gentle defiance in his request that I couldn't find myself denying him a cup of the strong roast I had brewed.

At first he was fine. He perked up a bit in a few minutes, and we carried on our reading and discussion... But then the young Pettiwhisker Tildrum started to jitter. I was a little concerned it may have been too strong for the little guy, but before I could inquire he had lifted his cup to me. "May I have some more?", he asked... The wired stare in his eyes burned into my own, as I couldn't decline his request.

I had never in my entire stay here in Evan's world heard this boy talk so quickly and lengthy. It was as if the chattiest coffee demon from the bubbling latte levels of hell had seized his little soul. The boy would not stop rattling on, and I was reduced to nodding time to time to appease his restless banter. At the third cup I had to put my foot down... And not a moment too soon, for after three whole hours of Evan's caffeinated clamoring he finally crashed and fell asleep... Despite the chaos, it was sort of adorable seeing him conk out like that so abruptly.

Thankfully my duties today are light with the minor holiday going on. I have learned my lesson well... I don't think I'll let William have any coffee or energy drink until he is well into the workforce.

... Any suggestions on a new brew for ol' Roland here? Feel free to reply or comment in the tags.

[punsmaster69]

13/NOV/20XX

am i this stubborn when sick too? jeez.

sorry to anyone who's had to deal with that.

paps being sick got me sick as well.

already got over my fever though.

and yeah, it sucked, but luckily it was just that: the fever symptoms.

coulda been worse.

as for paps....

he's not someone who gets sick often, so when he actually 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 catch somethin'?

totally wipes him out.

absolutely destroys his schedule.

he hates it.

he hates it so much that he keeps trying to escape the house.

to do chores.

i don't think i'll ever truly understand the mind of the great papyrus.

the great papyrus...

who's on the couch at the moment.

and was definitely sitting on the left of it before, but is now suddenly on the right, the side closest to the front door.

"....."

"...WHAT?"

"I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING."

"........."

"......"

"FINE."

"BETTER?"

"aaaall the way."

with an exasperated sigh, he's moved back over.

i'm gonna have to child-proof everything in the house again at this rate.

yes, 'again'.

it's been a long day.

——

got off the phone with undyne, she's coming over soon. it'll be nice to have the extra pair of hands (and eyes) helping keep an eye on my bro, since

[The sentence suddenly cuts off. Appearing to have been written hastily, two words are scrawled slightly sideways on the line.]

he's gone

——

[This handwriting is sharp, and slightly messy. It's not Sans'.]

Hey.

It's Undyne.

He kinda just handed this to me and speed-walked

(because that skeleton is apparently incapable of running)

off all of a sudden.

What am I supposed to write?!

And WHAT makes him think I'm just gonna sit here and write instead of figuring out what he's doing?!?!

——

Papyrus escaped while I was getting over here, but I tackled him!

It was SUPER COOL

AWESOME!!

...But, uh. I'm still writing in place of Sans.

He completely conked out after chasing Paps.

I was originally gonna wake him up and tell his lazy ass to come do this himself..

Except, Papyrus messaged everyone these guideline things that Sans is supposed to follow, and I'm pretty sure I'd be making Sans break one by forcing him to write this on his own.

...He looks like he needs the rest, anyway.

.......

But I'M sure as hell not doing this!!

[cola-vampire]

Layton and the Alternates

I started this last night. Idk if I'm gonna write more right now but this is all I got and I hope you like it. I hope to revisit it though and put it on ao3 at some point.)

Layton working at his desk late at night, he's tired. Rubbing his eyes, he looks up out the window into the darkness. He see's his reflection and everything in it because of the light in the office but there's something off.

There's a face outside.

It's looking directly at him but it doesn't have anything recognizable, Layton stares in fear. Frozen, unable to react.

Was it really this quiet?

He can hear and feel his heart pounding.

The face backs away into the night outside.

After a brief moment, Hershel stands up. He's praying it was just from lack of sleep. And leaves to go home. But he can't shake the feeling of being watched. Even in the comfort of his own home so late at night. It doesn't feel... right anymore. Something is wrong, something is going on and he can't make it go away.

Hershel is unable to calm down to sleep. So, he stays awake. Until his body conks out and he wakes up groggy with a throw blanket over him, hat taken off and placed onto the coffee table. It's morning...

"Good morning, Professor" Flora greets him with fresh tea. Hershel yawns, "Oh.. Good morning Flora... I'm so sorry I didn't come home sooner last night.." he picks up the cup of tea and takes a sip. "I hope you weren't too worried.."

"No.. not at all but... I have a question."

"What is it?"

"Well... I thought.. I thought I heard you come home earlier last night. Just after I got into bed... I heard footsteps walk to your office and then your room... but it sounded... how would I say this.. weird? As in, you didn't know how to walk? You'd step then stomp a foot kind of weird... I wanted to get up and check but something in me said not to make myself known. So, I didn't..."

Hershel's blood runs cold right then.

"Professor?..." Flora looks on in worry.

This means what he saw was real and it has bad intentions. And it's found it's way into his home. They're in danger now but he knows it most likely wants him. Hershel sets the cup down and stands up. "Flora." Placing a hand on her shoulder, "Listen to me carefully... Did you hear it leave at all before I came home?"

She shakes her head, "No, I fell asleep after a while.. is everything okay? Is it bad am I-"

"You didn't do anything wrong... Flora, I'm not mad at all. I'm.. I'm... I'm just on edge. Forgive me, but I can't shake the feeling.. I'm going to go check my room and office. What I need you to do is pack a week's worth of clothes and whatever you need. I'll explain after I do a brief check." Flora nods and they both go upstairs, before Hershel separates from her for a moment he quietly tells her something to repeat to him when prompted. And enters his room while she packs.

Everything looks fine... odd... he opens the closet and finds nothing out of place. Walking out back into the hallway, he goes down to his home office and things are moved around. It's disorganized from his disorganized mess... but still no sign of a person which makes his suspicions worsen.

Ignoring the mess for the moment, Hershel picks up his office phone and makes a phone call to the Triton household. Clark picks up, "Clark Triton speaking." "Clark, my good man, it's Hershel. I know it’s early and abrupt but something has come up... I have a favor to ask of you and Brenda... could you take Flora for a little while? I'm sure Luke wouldn’t mind having his friend around.."

"Hershel, of course! We'd love to have her! Brenda wants to show her some new recipes. Hey, Is everything alright? You don't sound okay.."

"I'll explain proper when I arrive if that's alright.. Sorry, I just woke up and I'm pumping with adrenaline right now..."

"It's not a problem, we'll be waiting for your arrival..."

"Thank you, this means a lot to me.."

"Anytime, I'll see you soon"

"Of course"

Hanging up, he turns around. Flora is waiting outside the door to his office, bag in hand.

"Are you ready to go?"

Flora nods, "Yes.. will you now tell me what's going on?"

"Last night while I was working, I looked up out the window and saw a face. What looked like a face anyway, it left pretty quickly. I assumed it was just from being tired but the feeling of danger stayed. I'll admit I became paranoid so once I arrived back here, I refused to go to bed and stayed by the door.. but now that I know it was indeed real. I should've gone to check on you..... I could've had it confirmed sooner but I'm afraid it's too dangerous at night to do anything. I've heard about these things before but I assumed it was just something to tell misbehaving kids to get into bed on time. Appears I've been proven wrong in that assumption." Hershel adjusts his hat to cover his eyes before pushing it back up into place. "Before we go, can you repeat what I told you?"

"No"

"Good, let's get going now."

[melonba11s]

What do Demons Want? (Demon Strade/AFAB MC TPOF fic)

I was given fuel to continue this story, and explore what Demon Strade wants.

"I don't give a shit what your company policy is! I just want my damn refund!" You flinched, your knuckles white as you gripped the counter. You had been so relaxed not ten minutes ago, knowing you were going to be off the clock soon.

Then this pathetic excuse for a human showed up.

"I'm trying to explain to you sir, you don't have a receipt, and you insist on keeping the product in general that you claim doesn't work, so I can't-"

"You stupid fucking bitch! Whatever happened to the customer is always right?" you felt his spittle land on your cheek as he continued to yell in rage.

"Sir, if you keep this up I'll call the police." you kept your voice as level as possible, you just wanted to go home. The man stopped his yelling for a moment, glaring at you, his face red with rage.

"Fine, whatever, I'll be calling corporate, I'll have your fucking job." he slammed his hand on the counter in one final act of violence before leaving.

"... Are you okay?" you glanced over at your coworker, Samantha. She looked a little spooked.

"Yes. I'm going home." you said, you were exhausted. All you wanted was a hot shower, dinner, and to binge some shows. Samantha nodded, giving you a pat on the back. A small comfort. You could see the man still outside, slowly walking away.

"... What do you have on you?" you jumped, glancing at Samantha.

"What?" you asked. Samantha looked up from her phone, frowning.

"I didn't say anything, Babe. You doing alright?" you swallowed, nodding, quickly clocking out. You recognized that voice.

A few days ago when you'd woken up in bed, completely soaked in your own fluids, you'd figured you'd done that stupid summoning ritual, conked out and had a really crazy, albeit amazing, wet dream. But that voice...

"What do you have on you?" it asked again, dim, in the back of your mind. You thought to yourself for a moment.

"Pocket Knife. Mace. Lighter." you mouthed to yourself silently, clutching your bag to your chest as you left.

He was heading the same way you needed to to get home.

"Hold the mace in one hand. Knife in the other. Follow him." the voice was soft still, but staring at the mans retreating back... Anger was bubbling up in you again. He was going to pay for how he treated you.

You followed from a distance, taking out the mace and knife. Pulling your hoodie up to cover your face, you kept your pace even.

"When he gets close to the alleyway, run. Spray the mace, drag him in. You can do what you want in there."

You nodded along with the demon's voice. Your adrenaline was running high, watching the man grow closer to the alley.

"Now." the voice commanded. Quickly, you broke into a sprint. Watching the man, confused, turn to face you. You held up your pepper spray and unloaded it into his face.

He instantly began to yell in pain, his tender eyes and nose assaulted by burning spice.

"Hand around his neck, pull him in." you followed the directions again, dragging him down the alleyway with strength you didn't know you had, before throwing him to the ground, getting on top of him.

"Have fun." the voice said, and you felt the presence disappear.

... You were going to have a lot of fun.

You held the knife to the mans throat.

"What's your fucking name." you asked, your voice low.

"...Th-Thomas. My names Thomas." his voice came out in a scared whimper. It was so cathartic to hear this after only listening to him yell earlier. "Please- take my money, I didn't do anything."

You pulled your hood back, revealing your face to him. To your surprise... No recognition flashed in his eyes. He just continued to mewl and beg.

"... I don't want your money." you growled, now pressing the knife to his face.

"I want your blood." you slashed into his cheek, watching as he twisted under you in an attempt to get away, letting out a howl of pain. You suddenly had, a very good idea.

"Let's play a game. For every good reason you give me, I won't cut you." you tore open his jacket, holding the knife against his chest. "Start."

He babbled for a moment, gasping, grasping for something to say. You slid your knife across his clavicle. He yelped, then began to talk properly.

"I-I'm a good person!"

"No you aren't." you slid the knife across him again, making tally marks as you went.

"Please! I have a girlfriend at home, she-"

"Don't give a fuck." Three tallies.

"My parents will be devastated-"

You didn't grace him with replies anymore. You just added another mark.

"My Grandma! She's on hospice! She could die any day, I still haven't visited her one last time!" Five Tallies.

"... Can I tell you a secret?" you asked, holding the knife pointed downwards.

"You were never good enough to live." you dug the knife down into his sternum, yanking the dull blade down with as much effort as you could. His insides were a myriad of colors, reds, pinks, oranges, browns.

He tried to beg again, but all that came out was a wheeze, before his head fell back. He was still alive, but in tremendous shock. You could see his heart beating. You felt the presence of the demon again.

"Take the wallet, then burn the body." you nodded, digging into his pockets and taking out the wallet, as well as his keys for good measure.

Utilizing the mace again, you began coating his body in it. He twitched as the burning substance made contact with his exposed flesh. He was almost gone though.

You flicked your lighter once, twice, then held it with a shaky hand towards the body. It instantly lit up, roared even. You took a step back, then another.

Breaking into a sprint, you ran all the way back home. Despite your fear, the anxiety... You were smiling as you panted, locking yourself in your apartment.

The evidence was being burned away as you stood in your kitchen. Your clothes were still soaked in blood, but they were absorbent enough that none had dripped so far as to leave a trail. It was two am, no one was out on a thursday night at two am.

You had no connection to him, you had his wallet. It would take them a while to identify his burned corpse. You began to laugh to yourself, stripping out of your clothes and throwing them in the trash along with the knife.

A hot shower, dinner... you dug through his wallet out of curiosity. A thick wad of cash graced your hands. You grinned, thinking of the 24/7 delivery place in town. Pizza for Dinner. And you would get to binge your shows.

Your first murder, a proper celebration for it too. You were barely bothered, he had deserved it after all.

And you could tell something else. The demon, his presence, it was back... and he was content. For now.

[annachronisme]

Wip Wednesday

The King is dead, Long live the King

Living in a trailer was something he was not used to quite yet but loved nonetheless. He had spent almost twenty years living in Loch Nora in a house too big for him alone so moving out had been quite the experience, despite the circumstances. 

Unlocking the door, he could hear the happy screeches coming from inside and the sound of feet running clumsily toward the door. He opened the door and kneeled down to catch the little bullets coming at him. 

"Hi baby." he said around the mouthful of dark curly hair. Arthur's hair was becoming longer and messier day after day. He still remembered the day he got him in his arms; all tiny and soft in his little onesie, looking all adorable with his cute tuft of black hairs. He had grown quite a bit since then. 

Arthur was trying to climb on him like he was a jungle gym, clingy little shit that he was. He got up, Arthur still in his arms and went to his room to put his bag down.

"Someone sneaked into my bedroom, again." he said looking at his messy bed, cover thrown around. Arthur ignored him, busy playing with his hair. He should think about cutting that too.  

Max was conked out on the sofa, probably took a nap with Arty. He mustn't have been awake long then. Fuck, he's not going to go back to sleep in hours. 

Putting the toddler down near his toy box, he went into  the kitchen to start dinner. He thought about what he could make -for himself, arty and Max- he opted for some mac'n'cheese, easy and quick; perfect for a toddler. He didn't like the premade stuff though he kept boxes of the stuff around because the kids did like it and Arty did too.It was almost done when Max came stumbling in the kitchen half asleep with Arty up in her arms. He's going to become one clingy toddler with all the holding people are doing. 

"Hey kid. You can put him in his highchair, take your plate and it's almost ready."

"Thanks" she mumbled as she sat down. He sat down once he served everyone. He asked how babysitting Arthur went. 

"Went fine. Having a hard time putting him to sleep, he gave up around an hour or so ago. Did you find someone?"

He sighed. Everything had been wonderful, he was happy -happier than he had been in years- but it didn't mean it was easy. Hadn't been then and still isn't now. The problem right now was that he needed a babysitter. Feels like a joke, the babysitter needing a babysitter. The kids were starting school in a few days, Robin and he were sharing most of their shifts now and she would start school soon too. He was running out of options, apart from taking Arthur with him to Family Video but he wasn't sure Keith would appreciate that.

"I'll find something. Don't worry." he tried to reassure her. He knew he wasn't fooling anyone but he was the adult here. She didn't need to know that he was struggling to find someone to watch over Arthur, someone that he could trust. 

They finished eating without bringing the subject back on the table. Arthur made a mess -for a change- he wiped his hands and face quickly before pulling him out of the highchair and sitting him down on the floor. He put the plates in the sink to watch later. He put on his coat and put one on Arthur. 

He walked Max back to her trailer. She told them goodnight, made some faces to Arthur making him giggle before she went in. He turned around ready to go home himself and spent another sleepless night when he saw someone else outside. He jumped, hugging the toddlers closer to his chest. He sighed in relief when he recognized his neighbor. Wayne if he remembers right. 

"Hello sir." he said as he walked closer to the older man. 

"Just Wayne's fine, kid." the other man snorted. "Ya out late. And who's that?"

Sometimes he forgot that he had Arthur for less than a few months. 

"Yeah I had a closing shift today. And this Arthur, say hi Arthur !" Arthur had started to imitate people, it started with winking which he couldn't do so he just blinked really hard and then he started to wave hi and goodbye when asked him to. Arthur lifted his head to wave at Wayne (in the wrong direction of course) making the other man chuckle and wave as well. "I was just walking Max back home, she was babysitting for me." 

"Heard ya had trouble finding one too."

He grimaced. He knew exactly where he heard that but he had to give it to him for not ratting them out. 

"The kids' are helping but school is starting really soon, yeah. Bit of a deadend on this part." 

"If ya need one, ya know where I am." 

"What? No, I couldn't bother you with that, you already work night shift I can't-"

"I'm offering, kid. I already have enough noise with my nephew, I'm sure this little guy can't beat that."

"I'll think about it. But, thank you Wayne. That's really nice." he didn't want to outright refuse, it wouldn't be polite but he still felt uneasy about using Wayne's like that.

"Don't worry about it.If ya need anything, me and my nephew are happy to help." 

He smiled, waving goodbye. Once home he set Arthur back down, letting crawl around. 

He swore to himself that night that he would not bother Wayne with his shit. He will find something eventually, he always does.

-------

A week or so later he was knocking on Wayne's door to ask for help except that it was not Wayne who answered the door, it was Wayne's nephew. 

And then he realized that his neighbor with whom he was talking and the nephew said neighbor had was Eddie Munson. 

Fuck. 

Arthur is an OC child, he's around 1yo and he's Steve half brother. For the background story : Steve's Dad cheating wasn't new to anyone but at least he was careful until he wasn't. First they wanted to just give Arthur to Steve to take care off. Away from the eyes, away from the heart or some bullshit like that but without saying too much that didn't work out like he wanted. Arthur is very similar to Steve physically speaking beside the hair. He could pass as Steve's son better than Steve's brother. I've been sitting on this idea for weeks and now that i'm back in the game (unfortunate since its exams weeks now) I will try to work on chapter three of Ghost on Film.

[alterrune]

Albert's Files: Shadow Laurence

Shadow Laurence Transformed

Details: The monstrous form Laurence's Shadow Self, it's appearance alone is already disconcerting enough just from the void in place of it's face and the bloodstained appearance. Given the Shadow's personification of Laurence's self-hatred, guilt, and the reminder of his actions as a member of the Trinity of Fate and the Chairman of the now defunct Zulu Security Corp., it can be assumed that this form symbolizes the thoughts of Laurence believing that he isn't worthy of the forgiveness and kindness we was given, as the blood seeping out from the void is evocative of someone crying, someone who wants help and forgiveness, but can't be seen the same way because of their past actions, and only seen as a monster by the people hurt by them. The form of this Shadow truly begs the question:

Has the man Laurence Burnway truly been by the public, by the people who had given him a second chance, or can the blood never truly be washed away, and Laurence would only ever be remembered as the man who could've torn the world apart out of bitterness for the pain he had endured?

Picrew Used

Oh my...that's unsettling.

Did yours transform like that?

The eyepatch was his transformation. That was essentially the one thing connecting me to Shadow Kyle, so when he took it off, it all went to hell.

So...you think we can take this thing on?

Not now. I still need time to try and forget the Splatfest that the Grand Festival was attached to. I hereby refuse to call it by name.

I'll give you a day.

Deal. A good rest oughta fix things.

Kyle...are you sure that's a good idea? Shadow Laurence and Shadow Lily have appeared in their dreams, and even connected them together.

You sure they won't go after you?

I got Maggy-Izzy to back me up. Don't worry, I'll be fine.

(Kyle grabs a bottle of some sleeping medication from a drawer, takes a pill, and immediately conks out like a light as soon as he gets under the covers. Jeez, he wasn't kidding when he said he had sleeping problems earlier. If he needs sleeping medication THAT powerful, he must really need it.)

Famous last words, Kyle. Famous last words...

Agreed, Lily. Everyone, watch over him. We have to make sure they don't pull anything on Kyle.

(We all get into position. Goddamnit, Kyle, you've officially tempted fate, and you of all people should know that fate tends to bite you in the ass.)

[kursed-curtain]

Cw: minor violence

-<+>-

He blinks, but no light comes to his eyes. His other senses are numb, so he tries to ease them into his surroundings.

Hands… his hands are tied. Too are his feet. And he can't feel anything other than a horrid, rotting stench. At the first whiff it's sweet - caramel and candy and chocolate, probably leaking in from the carnival outside, as he can still hear muffled ambient laughing. He holds the sweet smell for a second too long and it sours in his mouth. Makes him want to hurl whatever sugar-filled disaster of a lunch they fed him. He settles for quick breaths, in through his mouth.

A giggle breaks the silence.

A lilty woman's voice whispers, "A misdemeanorer? A miss-up mess-up? In my fairgrounds, no less?"

There's a candle now, he can see the light radiating off of it, and reflecting off a gloved hand. The hand brings the candle to his face, and to the face that owns the hand.

"Hello, carnieling. I hear we've had a little… outburst," she, the Singleader, chimes.

It takes him a while to get his lips flapping again. "Outburst?"

"Oh, did they conk you over the head again?" The singleader chuckles, an impatience in her tone, "You should know exactly what I mean."

He racks his brain, and soon thoughts resurface. Muffled laughter, tailor's shears, ripped clothes, an eye…

He clenches his fists, turns his head away. "I'm sorry."

"I'll take your apology." Her grin returns. That was easier than expected, he thinks. "However, there's something else I need too."

He swallows the lump in his throat.

"I want the answer to these three questions, and I want only the truth."

He takes a nervous breath, through his nose, and regrets it. He nods.

The Singleader puts her hands to her eyes. "Did anyone see?"

"Only the other clown," He gulps.

She puts her hands up to cup her ears. "Did anyone hear?"

"Again, only the other clown."

She hums, then taps her head. "Does anyone know?"

"Only the other clown."

"Wrong."

His breath catches in his throat.

The Singleader hums, "I know, and that clown cried to a few others. They know. Or… they used to." She chuckles, which turns into a sharp laugh, then quiets down. "Strike one."

She slashes his cheek with her nail, and he yelps in pain. The Singleader growls, "You know the rules. Three strikes and you're…"

"…out."

She smiles. "You catch on well."

She holds out her pinkie finger. "I want to keep your mess between us. Don't let the weed spread. Promise?"

He looks at her eyes. They don't blink. They're waiting.

He wraps his pinkie around hers and shakes.

"Remember, broken promises are damaged property, and you don't want to pay the fine," The Singleader chimes, "Goodbye."

Soon he's shot down a winding slide chair and all, until he pops out the other side, into the evening light. The chair under him breaks, and the ropes snap free.

He runs off to his caravan, maybe he can patch up his strike there.

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Summertime Sadness

Unbeknownst to him, Alton's concerns come to fruition. Sabrina spends their summer cooped up in their dorm room, pushing through homework, papers, and presentations. They barely give themselves time to eat or sleep between the coursework and soccer summer camps. The exhaustion shows on their face but secretly revel in the distraction it gives their brain. No time to over-stress about the Beau drama, whose number is currently blocked in their phone, or Nyla, who has disappeared by choice. They don't reach out to other friends like Lakshmi, nor their mother or cousins, but they prefer it that way for now. They feel a little bad, since they haven't been back home since they started college, but they'll see their family soon enough.

One day, towards the end of the semester, Sabrina is busy working on their final essay for one of their classes, when the computer decides to conk out on them.

Sabrina: Why?!

Random Dormie: Hey, chill out okay? You've been at it all day. You need a break.

Sabrina: Yeah, you're probably right.

So they spend their break working on their final presentation for another class.

Sabrina: Nothing like a stale cookie to help you complete your presentation on nutritional cuisine.

They proceed to stab their finger with the thumbtack.

Sabrina: Argh! No blood on the board!

Sabrina is exhausted. They consider sleeping early and getting up early to complete all their work. They change into their pajamas and get ready to get into bed until they get an unexpected call.

Over the phone:

???: Bina?

Sabrina: Nyla?! Hi! Omigosh! Are you okay? Where are you? Is the baby okay? Do you need help?

Nyla: (with a laugh) One question at a time Sabrina! I'm fine. Baby's fine... I had a boy. Bina... can you come over?

Sabrina drops everything and heads to the address Nyla gives them over the phone. They knock on the door.

Nyla: It's open! Come on in!

They walk into a very nicely decorated apartment, full of color. Very Nyla. As they bound around the initial hallway, they spot her.

Nyla: ...Hey stranger.

They embrace.

Sabrina: Hey Mama.

Nyla giggles.

Nyla: Still getting used to that title.

Sabrina: So how have you been?

Nyla: Overall, pretty good. The pregnancy was rough, and labor even rougher... but he's healthy. That's what matters.

Sabrina: What's his name?

Nyla: Rodrigo. Roddy for short.

Sabrina: Roddy, hmm I like that. Wow... you're really a mom.

Nyla: Yeah, I know! It's crazy. Tiring, but so worth it.

Sabrina: So how did you manage to afford this place? I was expecting... a lot less.

Nyla: It's all thanks to Alex really. Well, he and his family. They helped pitch in for the place and furniture. Well, mostly paid for it. We're trying to pay them back for some.

Sabrina: So you two are cool now?

Nyla: Better than cool. We're... together.

Sabrina: For real?!

Nyla: Yeah. He lives here with me and Roddy.

Sabrina: Now is he treating you right? I still have no issue with taking care of him. You just say the word. Better yet, just blink if you need help.

Nyla: Don't worry Sabrina, we're good. Things aren't easy, but they're not bad either. We're taking it one step at a time. Trying to do right by our son.

Sabrina: That's good to hear. So... are you happy?

Nyla: Surprisingly, yeah. I am. I can't fit a lot of my old clothes and I don't get much sleep, but when I look at my little boy... nothing matters. He's my world.

Sabrina: That's so good to hear. I guess you don't need my dating expertise after all.

Nyla: Well I'll always take some pointers!

Sabrina: Not sure how helpful I can be nowadays.

Nyla: Sounds like stuff went down while I was gone.

Sabrina: Yeah. That's a story for another day though. Nyla... I was so worried about you. You just left without a trace.

Nyla: I know. I was scared. And I didn't want you to be rash. Dropping out of college for me was not the right choice for you, but you wouldn't listen to reason, so I felt the need to cut things clean. Just for a little while until I got settled. And now I am.

Sabrina: Maybe it was, but I'd still do it in a heartbeat for you. You're my best friend.

Nyla: Same here Bina. Forever and always.

Of course, Sabrina can't leave without meeting their new nephew.

Sabrina: Hey buddy! It's your Auncle Sabrina here. It's nice to finally meet you. You have a really great mommy. You'll be happy here. And I'll come to see you again.

Roddy: *cooing*

Sabrina: Aren't you the cutest little nooboo?

[carrotcouple]

Sooooo, since I’m India the Skype squad (The dorks in the Noragami Writers chat) have been telling me to go to sleep and after this post, I shall. Know that the reason why I’m not sleeping yet is that although I’m on the second floor something is knocking on my room window and freaking me out. It is the third time it has knocked tonight and I’m not opening the curtains to find out what the heck it is. I’m gonna brainwash myelf into believing it’s a bat that keeps knocking into my window (great idea). If i disappear forever, you guys know why. Muahahahaha~ 

Good night people, I hope that I wake up tomorrow. And @suitcasesoffeathers my daughter, I got a little small something for you for valentine’s day and I’ll post it in the morning (it won’t be valentine’s day anymore, but oh well). I should have probably made little somethings for everyone, but it’s too late to think of that now.

Oyasumi~

[punsmaster69]

21/OCT/20XX

"UNDYNE, ARE YOU SURE THIS IS A GOOD IDEA..?"

"...You're right. It's not a good idea."

"It's a GREAT idea!"

undyne climbed further up the tree. while she hurled apples down haphazardly, papyrus tried his best to catch what he could in a basket.

me and flowey spectated from the sidelines.

"She's gonna KILL someone with that aim."

"you wanna bet on how many apples make it out alive?"

with far more force than required for apple-picking, an apple immediately smashed to applesauce in front of us.

"YOU come do it then, punks!"

"How the hell do you expect ME to climb?!"

"You stumble on flat ground, sure, but I 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 you can do stairs."

"How is that relevant?!"

"This is, like, basically the same thing!"

"𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹!"

"FLOWERY, COULDN'T YOU USE YOUR VINES?"

"I don't need help from that-"

she glanced at paps.

"..Uh, very...nice.. friend of yours."

"Good! I didn't plan on helping you, anyways!"

"....."

(silence of glaring at undyne.)

"..........."

(silence of undyne glaring back.)

"..Wait, why aren't YOU up here helping, Sans?"

"HE CAN'T!"

"SANS... CAN'T CLIMB!"

"Why not?"

"..HE JUST CAN'T!"

"If he falls, one of us can catch him. Easy!"

"HIS SAFETY IS ENSURED HERE, ON THE GROUND, EVEN EASIER!"

"....Howdy, Toriel!"

"It's... going."

"Sans? He's right-"

"-here."

i snatched my phone back from flowey.

"gimme just a sec, tori."

"..why did you pick up my phone?"

"YOU'RE the one who didn't notice the ringing."

"..Why is Toriel "fluffy lady" in your contacts?"

ignoring him, i re-answered tori's call.

"heya. what's up?"

"How is the apple-picking going for you all?"

"it's..."

undyne conked papyrus in the skull with an apple, but it still made it in the basket. he seemed relatively unaffected by the hit.

"going well enough, i'd say."

"how's shopping going for you three?"

"We have found nearly everything we need! Me, Alphys, and Frisk should be returning shortly."

"Ah! My child, please do not climb the shelf!"

"Allow me to get it for you. Hold my phone for a moment, will you?"

"...."

"Hi Sans."

"sup, kiddo."

"Did you know your name in her phone is just a bone with a blue heart?"

"..huh."

"Frisk!"

"And your contact photo is-"

"What are you telling to him??"

"...It is not a bad photo, I promise."

"It's you, sleeping.."

"Alphys!!-"

"SANS, LOOK OUT!"

with a deafening 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠, a bone collided with an apple above my head.

"......."

"Whoaaa!"

"Sick shot, Paps!"

"Do it again!"

"NO! DON'T THROW MORE!!"

"UNDYNE, THAT COULD HAVE ENDED VERY BADLY!!"

"Sans?? Is everything alright? That was quite loud."

"yeah, i'm good. nearly got clocked by an apple, though."

"Oh dear. Who is throwing them?"

"undyne."

"...I do not know who else I expected."

"Please tell her to be more careful.."

"hey, undyne."

"Yeah?"

"tori says to be more careful."

she paused mid throw, instead switching to a mild toss.

"WH-"

"WHY WEREN'T YOU DOING THAT THE WHOLE TIME?!"

"Should I grab some apples as backup while we are here?"

"there's a decent enough of them surviving."

"Well.. if you say so."

"I will see you in a bit, Sans!"

"seeya soon, tori."

"Do not get hit by any apples!"

"i'll try my best."

"......"

"...Papyrus, you might have to catch your brother."

"WHAT?? WHY???"

"He's totally 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 for Tori."

"That's quite the lovestruck look for just a 'friend', dude."

"not making any look."

"You BETTER not be!"

flowey's face contorted into a look of disgust.

with a loud thump, undyne jumped down from the top of tree.

"The denial is strong with this one."

"not denying a thing."

she flicked me in the head.

"Whatever, nerd. Keep telling yourself that."

"C'mon! Let's go wash these up before they get back!"

undyne grabbed flowey with one arm

(he hissed like a cat. it was pretty funny.)

and ran inside, papyrus and the apple basket in tow.

——

i'm no dessert connoisseur by any means; store bought stuff is usually just fine for me.

but, now i'm totally convinced.

there's no going back after trying homemade apple pie.

[tamabbyboi]

~Epilogue~ Shouto Todoroki

This is the epilogue to Todoroki's oneshot for this series! You can read without reading the others but certain things might not make much sense.

~prologue

~oneshot

~Fairytale Phenomenon masterlist

~main masterlist

A/N: sorry this took so long! (I say this every time I post something rip). Anyways I really really like the way this epilogue turned out!!!

Word count: 878

Warnings: cursing

Thank you so much to @granddecoffee and @melancholymetropolis for beta-ing!!!!

Taglist form masterlist ao3 link

You were once again surrounded by darkness as the quirk user reappeared before you. "So? How was it? Most people end up starting over several times, so congratulations!"

"It was... surprisingly enjoyable?" You weren't sure how you felt about it. You really just hoped that you weren't out that long, that no one was too worried about you while you were in the fairytale.

"And? How are we feeling about that special someone, hm?" They winked at you.

"I think I'm going to confess."

Why am I telling them this? They hit me with their quirk and they're the whole reason I'm in this mess, so why should they get to know?

"Oh goodie! That's so exciting! Well, I won't keep you any longer– go get your mans!" 

And suddenly, you were no longer surrounded by darkness, but blinded by light. 

As your eyes adjusted, you could make out that you were in Recovery Girl's office, who was by your side as soon as you gained consciousness.

"How are you feeling dear? You were out for about a day."

Well that's a lot shorter than I expected.

"I feel completely fine, just a little tired." That was a lie. You were more than fine– elated even, which was probably an aftereffect of how happy you were inside the quirk reality.

"Well since it seems that everything's alright, I'll send in your boyfriend. He's refused to go back to the dorms and is probably still waiting outside."

DFDJSE DID I SOMEHOW GET A BOYFRIEND WHILE I WAS CONKED OUT!!?!?! 

"Boyfriend?"

"Are you not dating the Todoroki child? He came in here to visit and was holding your hand."

HFJGHJFJDJF HE DID WHAT?!?!?

"Um, no we aren't dating," you sheepishly replied despite your internal celebration.

"Well, you should hop on that while you have the chance. He seems to really like you," she said and left to go get him.

Oh my God, Recovery Girl!

You sat flustered on the bed waiting for Shouto. You hyped yourself up to confess, figuring now was as good a time as ever.

When he walked in and to the chair by your bedside, you grew even more flustered just thinking about what you were about to do. You didn't even notice that he was just as flustered as you were.

Don't chicken out. Don't chicken out. Don't chicken out.

"How are you feeling?" His face was etched with concern. "Aizawa-sensei told us about the quirk you were hit with. Did it have any physical side effects?"

"I'm fine Todoroki. Thank you for your concern though, I really appreciate it." You smiled up at him, somehow getting even more flustered because all you could think about was the kiss in the fairytale.

"You can call me Shouto.”

FKDIWJENKDWKWN

"Call me Y/N, then." He smiled at you in response.

He has no right to be this adorable.

You braced yourself for what you were about to do, feeling incredibly nervous. But before you even had the chance to start your confession, Todoroki began one of his own. 

"Y/N I was really worried about you and um…" he trailed off.

“Really? You were worried about me?”

"I always get more worried about you than anyone else, even though you're one of the strongest people I know… I get this feeling in my chest when I'm around you and I had to ask Midoriya what it was."

If this man doesn't stop being so goddamn cute, I'm going to have to kiss him.

"And then, the other day when you smiled at me after my training match, I thought I was going to faint. But maybe that was the exhaustion." He brought his hand up to scratch the back of his neck in embarrassment.

Does this mean he likes me???

He wouldn't look at you, instead choosing to stare at the opposite wall. He was blushing madly, and you thought it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.  

You reached out and took one of his hands in both of yours, causing his eyes to widen. He immediately stopped staring at the wall and instead chose to stare at your newly joined hands.

"Shouto, do you want to know what fairytale that quirk made me go through?" He mumbled a sound that seemed to mean yes, but he was still hyper fixated on your hands, a look of awe on his face.

He is so precious I almost can't stand it.

"It was Cinderella. I was Cinderella and you were the prince. Even though it wasn't real, I still managed to fall for you all over again."

He suddenly shifted his eyes to your face, that same look of awe and wonder now staring directly into your eyes.

"Does that mean you like me too?" He looked so hopeful, his eyes sparkling as they gazed into yours. You couldn't help but giggle with pure adoration as you nodded.

The two of you started leaning closer together, lost in each other's eyes, still holding hands. He brought his free hand up to caress the side of your face as he asked, "Can I kiss you?"

You replied not in words, but in leaning up to press your lips against his.

And you lived happily ever after.

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[demonprincezeldris]

Arthur crept into Zeldris’s room, carefully opening the door and slipping inside. Him and his brother shared an apartment, and Meliodas had sent for him, grumbling something about getting his damn boyfriend to take a nap before he collapsed.

Zeldris was scribbling away at notes at his desk, a textbook book open on his right, and a laptop with a good dozen tabs on his left. There was a lamp illuminating his desk. At least the curtains were open to let in SOME natural light, during the day at least.

"...Zeldris?" He asked quietly, getting his attention. Zeldris jolted and turned around to look at him, blinking. Ah, so that's what Meliodas was talking about. His boyfriends eyes were red, and there were heavy bags under them. "Arthur! What are you doing here, I didn't think we were scheduled for a date until next week?"

"Your brother called me. Told me to come get you to take a nap." He frowned, looking concerned. "Honey, I can see why, you look EXHAUSTED! When was the last time you slept?"

"Uh, I dozed off from about 4 to 6 this morning?"

"Actually slept."

"...Saturday...?" His voice was a little high and unsure.

"Zeldris, it's THURSDAY! Or, about to be, it's almost midnight."

"It's fine."

Arthur frowned and walked over, pulling his wheely chair and guiding it over to the bed. "You're already in sweats and a t-shirt, get in the bed and sleep."

"I can't!!" He protested stubbornly. "Arthur, I'm really fucking tired, but it's FINALS right now! I have to get this done!"

"...How much do you have left?"

"Just English, I've already finished and submitted all my others!"

"When is that due?"

"Tomorrow."

Arthur huffed. "How much?"

"A 26 slide presentation and a short story with our guesses for the main character in the book we read."

"How long will that take?"

"At least 3 hours?"

He frowned. "You really can't put this off."

Shook his head no and Arthur groaned. "Ok. Ok, just-" He kissed his forehead. "I'll go get you some water and a snack. 15 minute break, ok?"

"Deal."

He did as promised, and then settled on the bed as Zeldris worked away. He finished just before 4 in the morning, and as soon as it was submitted and he'd packed up, he was being scooped up by Arthur. He yelped a little, but his boyfriend kept him secure and laid him out oh so gently on the bed, crawling over him and sitting on his butt.

"Oh- Arthur- this is- I smell, yknow!"

"I'm aware. I don't care. Rest."

"But I have classes in a few ho-oooours..." Arthur started rubbing his back, massaging the aching muscles, sore and tense from hours at a desk. He let out a sigh, going limp as Arthur's fingers worked into the bone deep ache. It only took him a few minutes to start drooling. Arthur kept at it for a other 15 before sliding down and pulling him into his arms, letting him rest there. Zeldris was really truly conked the fuck out, and Arthur set an alarm for 45 minutes before Zeldris’s first class at 9:30. 4 and a bit hours of sleep wasn't great, but it would be a start. He wrangle him into a self care weekend starting Saturday.

Damn this was so well written! I love how Arthur put Zel's wellbeing first, as lack of sleep can be a serious issue (I should know-). This was a cute little fluff piece between the two!