#hungry danger noodle

[lightngaleart]

Snake sock:

#danger noodle #that looks like it was a zero effort shed #and man she was hungry right after and had a nice meal

[radiation]

I’m soooooooo hungry I want domios pizza I want talkoyaki I want anything. Get me some fettuccine alfredo gimme that uh, that spicy spaghetti that ramen noodles anddddd I’d like a glass of milk please and some peanut butter and crackers and strawberries and a grille cheese… don’t forget the red pepper flapes…. I have a sweet tooth a salty tooth a sour tooth, all of my teeth all the food all for me I’m the delightful foodie with so much to see gimme a little bit of rice and sushi I want it now… a burger of a medium size a side of cruspy yumbly fries give it to me as I please and I’ll show you the Foodie’s Fantasy I’ll eat anything for dinnerspiration….a fond milkshake a BLT even though I don’t care for bacon … hot dog you name it i crave it, I save it I’ll savor it with an open mind I’ll try and I’ll and find , my food joy , the hidden glee , I haven’t been able to see , and for the record I wanna say I’m sorry, for Eating that tomato past when I should, it wasn’t good but I’ve learned mh lesson I won’t be messin if it’s past its due date, I know I don’t wanna waste but there’s danger in that taste, so see me turning over a whole new leaf, spinach leaf, romaine , I’m back to real life again and I just wanna give a shout out to those who believed in me even when I made food mistakes, you gave me a break and I will forever appreciate the kindness it took to see me at my worst , But now I’m well versed so PASS THE BRATWURST shout out to German ancestry, shout out to every country everywhere reppping best foods, I’m talking india ethiopia a foodie’s utopia. Let’s make dinner let’s make a move let’s make a stand let’s go international hand in hand eating every dish we can and when the plane lands - back in america that freedom land they’ll look at me and say, what a truly Hungry man.

[ghouljams]

Hi can I pls make a request for our resident nasty boy König? Can we see him and Leibling on a date? She’s vehemently denying it’s a date while he’s just looking at her w heart eyes

Absolutely, absolutely you can. Here's their first date that Liebling insists was not a date.

"Fuck I am starved," You groan, laying your head against the counter. You shouldn't have skipped lunch, but the shop was so busy you didn't have a moment to sit down. König's big hand strokes your head sympathetically, warm and heavy, you pout so he doesn't think you're enjoying it.

"We could get dinner," He says, something silver and hopeful at the edge of his voice. Your hunger encourages you to ignore it. Dinner would be good, you like dinner. König hums like he can hear what you're thinking. He does that sometimes, makes you think he can read your mind.

You try to think of what would be good for him. König doesn't take his hood off, and though you're not sure the reasons behind that, you're not going to ask him to. So, something easy for him. You grumble to yourself, everything you want to eat seems like it would be a hassle for him. His thumb rubs the crease in your brow, easing you to stop scrunching your face.

"What do you want to eat?" You ask him, glancing up past his fingers. His eyes flash with something wild and dangerous before softening, you sort of like that, makes you feel all gooey inside.

"I'm not picky," He pulls his hand away, you almost miss the weight of it. "Let's get Chinese, you want noodles." König goes to turn the lights out in the back as you sit up to grab your keys. Bastard really is reading your mind, how often does he do that?

You get takeout, mostly because König looked nervous standing in the restaurant. You only laughed a little at his panic trying to figure out what to order, and insisted on paying because you're really not sure the fae even have human money. They never buy anything in your store, so you've made some assumptions.

You end up walking back to your flat on pure autopilot, too hungry to think of anything but getting seated and eating as fast as possible. König follows you, of course, which you'd be more concerned about if he didn't already know where you live and regularly follow you home. You should really talk to him about that, he doesn't really have stalker vibes but boundaries are still important. You'll do that later. You hold your door open for him and he freezes.

"Oh," you blink, not sure why you did that.

"Are you inviting me in?" His eyes are so big and hopeful, you feel like you can't say no.

"I guess I am." His hand presses over yours to hold the door as he passes through. You feel a slight pop in your ears, like a plane cabin being pressurized.

König swallows your entryway, impossibly big, an all encompassing presence that you can't take your eyes off of for fear it won't be the same when you look back. It's like he's trying to fill every corner, every speck of your vision, of your home. He smells like the forest after it rains, like wet dirt and decaying wood, like something earthy and primal that you lost when you moved to the city. You blink, and it's just König the same as he always is, staring at you like you hung the moon and every star in the sky.

"This is like a date," He says and you forget everything he just was in favor of your embarrassment. Your cheeks burn, your ears rapidly following them in lighting up red.

"It's not a date." You tell him quickly. He tips his head to the side, eyes smiling and patient.

"It could be."

"It's not."

#fae!konig #what do you want to eat? König: you #I love that he is the nasty boy and not Ghost #König's crimes of being a general nuisance cannot be forgiven #Ghost's crimes of kidnapping are fine cuz he did put her back #konig x you #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig modern warfare #fae au

[lunarw0rks]

HIII saw your requests were open and idk if this sounds strange but uh. how would you rank 141 in terms of how well they can cook 😭 like i just know at least one of them relies on lunchables and instant noodles to get by

『 PRICE 』

☆ a pretty good cook, just doesn't have a lot of time to showcase it.

☆ but when he does, your tastebuds would be amazed. it's never anything extravagant, mostly fattening one-pan meals or bakes his mother taught him to make.

☆ brushes off the praise, but you end dinner having to unzip your pants from being full and satisfied, so it's a success in his eyes.

『 SIMON 』

☆ decent if he has instructions, but rarely cooks.

☆ he eats to survive and isn't home enough to have perishables ingredients on hand (at his place) — usually one big meal and then powers through the rest of the day with small bouts of protein (shakes, yogurt, fruit)

☆ but with you? he'll eat pretty much anything you put in front of him. and for you, simon would attempt making your favorite. you're not going hungry on his watch.

『 SOAP 』

☆ has caused multiple fires. truly a danger in the kitchen. NEVER give him a knife, no matter how puny the blade.

☆ he tries, he really does. but... It's just safer for society if he sticks to something he only has to preheat the oven for or pop into the toaster.

☆ what he is good at, though — desserts and food combos. sweets, baked goods, fucking delicious, but the presentation is sloppy. and his food combos, they seem strange at first, but when you cave and try them — it's your new favorite midnight snack.

『 GAZ 』

☆ average cook with everything except breakfast.

☆ you'll be satisfied, and full, but it's never going to be a mind-blowing lunch/supper. his presentation skills are superb, though<3

☆ mornings are his best work; toast, jam, eggs, ham/bacon, veggies, yogurt with toppings — goes all out at least once a week when he's home with you.

『 ALEJANDRO 』

☆ the best cook out of all of them, it's almost irritating.

☆ childhood dishes, ones from his culture, ones he's tried in restaurants but wanted to have again — so learned how to protect the recipe. his favorites aren't the flashy ones, though, he prefers belly-filling, nostalgic dishes (soups, things like that.)

☆ you'll be so spoiled with his cooking. probably even makes large batches and puts them in Tupperware so you can take them to work :)

#mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 #141 headcanons #cod headcanons #mw2 headcanons #task force 141 x reader #simon riley #ghost mw2 #soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #alejandro vargas #konig #cod konig #simon riley headcanons #ghost headcanons #soap headcanons #gaz headcanons #price headcanons #konig headcanons

[mango-bango-bby]

Been thinking about this for a while. Pro heroes!Kirishima and bakugo with a orphan child!reader.

They catch a small child that’s poor/abandoned been stealing food, Kirishima and bakugo start feeding the child asking if they had any parents, and if they’d been stealing food for a while now. They’d find out that your an orphan and decide to take you home with them and give you a better life.

♡ Orphaned ♡

(A/N: I actually loved writing this, I might add them to the yandere family masterlist if I write more or get more requests for them like this 🥺🥺🥺 I’ve been very into platonic yandere families at the moment, it’s very comforting to me 💘)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, homesless reader, reader doesn’t have parents, reader is starving, technically kidnapping, KiriBaku dads 💗

Summary: You get caught stealing food because you don’t have any (Platonic!Yan!Bakugou x GN!child!reader x Platonic!Yan!Kirishima)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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Eijiro and Katsuki tended to have work at night. Being a pro-hero and all. However despite what many believed, being a pro-hero was mostly just waiting around for crime to happen or a villain to show up. So most of their shifts was just waiting for something to happen. Something did happen tonight.

The sound of a store alarm rings through the night. It was from the convenience store across the street, someone had stolen something. Although looking across the street. The person you tripped the alarm was you. A child running out of the store in a ratty coat, two packs of instant ramen in your hands as you run.

It’s unspoken but they both look at each other for a moment, decided they need to follow you. A child as young as you are stealing food, you’re clearly hungry! You couldn’t have been older than five! They follow eventually finding themselves in an alleyway.

You sit on a dirty blanket on the ground of the alleyway, not seeming to notice them. You seemed to invested into eating the ramen, simply biting into the block of the dried noodles as if it was the first thing you’ve eaten in days.

“Hey” Katsuki calls out simply, watching you flinch at the sudden noise. He silently cursed himself for how he sounded as he didn’t mean to come off mean. “Hey, are you okay?” Kirishima asks in a softer tone, walking closer to you noticing how you kind of hold your food closer to you as if they were going to take it from you.

You nod slightly, Kirishima kneeling down so he can be at your height. “Are you still hungry?” He asks, watching you look down a bit before nodding. Katsuki thinks for a moment, before reaching into one of his pockets, handing you a protein bar. You quickly open it, using your teeth to open up the plastic before eating the bar almost in one bite.

“Do you live here?” Katsuki asks, crossing his arms over his chest. He looks around the dirty alleyway. The only things with you is a blanket that you sit on and a stuffed animal that looked as if it was dug out of the trash. Random wrappers are also around you, seemingly from food you’ve stolen.

“Do you live here by yourself? Do you have any family?” Kirishima asks, feeling his face almost drop at your words. You glance up at him before speaking. “I don’t have any family” you mumble, your voice quiet. Katsuki looks at Kirishima. He automatically knows what the blonde is thinking.

Katsuki may look mean but, by god, he was going to take you home with them. He couldn’t leave you alone of the streets! And he knew Kirishima would agree to it, you were in danger out here!

But you would be safe at their home.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#platonic yandere #yandere family #yandere kirishima #yandere!kirishima #yandere kirishima x reader #yandere eijiro #yandere eijiro x reader #yandere katsuki #yandere katsuki x reader #yandere bakugou #yandere!bakugou #yandere bakugo x reader

[deathmetalunicorn1]

RoR Toddler/Child Reader Masterlist

Hungry Toddler Reader

Summoned Child Reader

Being Confessed to in Front of them

Halloween Heroes

Halloween Heroes Part 2

Nightmare Protectors

Single Dads

School Parent's Night

Helping with Homework

Kidnapping Attempt

Saving a Kitty

Family Essay

Lost Soul Child Reader

Peter Pan is my Friend, right?

Quiet but Smart

Quiet but Smart 2

Hungry Baby Reader

Kidnapped (P!Yandere)

To the Dentist

Nightmare Sleepovers

Papa Hercules (yandere)

Yandere Adam and Eve

No Cheating Allowed!

Macarena Lessons

Papa Jack

Icky Vegetables

Nightmare Rescues

Perfect the way you are

I Want to Marry Daddy

Say no to Bullying

My Mommy!

Y/N Origin Story

An Average Day in Y/N's Life

Shapeshifter Toddler

Twin Trouble

Daddy's in Trouble

Witch Child Reader

Father's Day

Number 1 Father!

Paper Flowers

Hammock Cuddle Buddies

Pudge

Rainbow Unicorns

Learning to Feel Safe

Mispronunciations

Big Boobies!

To Lose Everything

To Lose Everything- Alternate Ending

To Lose Everything- Alternate Happy Ending

The Littlest Sister

A New Familiar

Silent Child

Silent Child Part 2

Hide and Seek Champ!

Loki's Little Sister

A Father's Comfort

Doll Like Reader

Y/N's Favorite (Eve x child reader)

Thor's Little Princess

Pretend Married

Hey, Macarena!

Swimming Lessons

Dirt Bike Regrets

Mr. Noodle

Christmas Joy!

Heterochromia Beauty

First Words

Girl Dads

Snails

Death by Cuteness!

Death by Cuteness part 2

Death by Cuteness 3- Gods Edition

Affectionate Reader

Twin Tricks and Trouble

Allergic Reaction

Sensitive Tummy

Quintuplets

Family Apprehension

Baby Scares

Christmas and New Years

Daddy's Spa Day

Angry Baby Reader

Bullies and Protectors (Kindergarten AU)

Sick (Kindergarten AU)

School Play (Kindergarten AU)

Disney's Hercules

A 'Normal' Human

Lost and Found Papa (Poseidon)

Scary Girl Dad

Easter Dangers

Little Defenses

Extroverted Child

#masterlist

[sevikasleftpussyflap]

I can't get over of a Sevika crushing over someone all hungry heart eyes but everyone thinks she's angrily staring at s/o /reader

Omg yes. Those eyes would be burning into you. Have some leftover crush hcs

Her hands always find their place on you. Pulling your hair to get your attention, needlessly adjusting your armor, and making sure her fingers brush against yours whenever she steals your drink from you. She’ll stand too close, somehow ends up crowding you into a corner so she can lean a forearm on the wall above you. It’s definitely some kind of peacocking that shows off her height and muscles.

Her smell is intoxicating. It entrapts you completely until all of your senses are filled with her. The arm currently above your head leaves a space if you wanted to get away, as if anything other than her would cross your mind.

“You get this close to all your employees for a debriefing?”

“I’m just stretching. Rough workout this morning. You’d know, if you bothered to join me.” A quick jab was uttered under her breath that your ‘noodle arms would probably snap’ trying to keep up with her.

“And here I thought you were trying to impress me.” Not like she needed to try. A tall buff woman just needed to exist to capture your attention.

Sevika doesn’t have a stellar understanding of how to properly convey her emotions, nor does she know how to name what she feels. If you’re of the more stoic variety, I feel like she would be slightly more playful to compensate. Especially if she knows you find her attractive. I envision Sevika coming off very charming, already has you swooning before she even makes her way over to you, but then when she opens her mouth the most vulgar, crude pickup line comes out and the charm is ruined forever. She spends so much time at the brothel it seeps into her flirting. I can definitely see her slipping and asking how much someone is.

Sevika being a bully to her crush. Adores the hell out of them, but has a reputation to maintain. Maybe it’s even young revolutionary Sevika, and while I imagine her younger self was a total flirt, she would be too focused on making her way up the ranks to chase anyone. I think it’d be really endearing if she flirted with those she wasn’t serious about and was just looking for a stress-reliever/ fling, but is an ass to the girl she’s actually head-over-heels for. Perfect breeding ground for angst and miscommunication.

The new recruit is in the break room.

Everyone knows Sevika’s schedule when it comes to the public facilities. When she trains, when she showers, and when she likes her quiet time in the break room for lunch.

To make matters worse, you’re in her favorite chair too. The one with all of its legs, has a chipped corner, and was placed against the wall in a clear message of don’t fucking touch.

The smell of Jericho’s assaults Sevika’s nose and would be a great indicator of your meal if she were blind and couldn’t spot the residue smeared across your cheeks. A dangerous scowl in place, she approaches you and stops close enough that she knows you feel her looming presence over you.

You, the idiot that you are, don’t even glance up and continue with your meal like you weren’t about to meet death herself.

“Out of my seat, Rookie.”

Sevika’s expression tightens as her words hang in the air for a good few moments. You take your time savoring your food, your eyes catching hers briefly before flitting around the rest of the room like it wasn’t just the two of you.

“Excuse me?” Polite words were choked out in incredulity. Some part of Sevika latched onto the weakness and itched to torment, her younger days of preying on the meek and helpless fondly resurfacing. But she had mostly grown out of her hot-headed youth in favor of chasing bigger dreams.

“You’re excused. Out.”

“I meant-“ A notch formed between your brows. “I was here first!”

The fierce glare you fixed her with almost made Sevika slip up and crack a smile. A ballsy little thing, yelling at your boss in your first week.

Her retaliation doubled as a lesson and a bit of fun for herself, leaving you dumped on the floor with an effortless lift of the chair.

Also love the thought of her annoying her crush instead of the other way around

“Get out of my seat.”

Sevika couldn’t have hid her smirk if she tried. Heat was practically radiating off of the rookie, her anger so palpable that Sev didn’t need to look to know steam was pouring out of that pretty little head of hers.

“Don’t see your name on it.” Sevika fingers the page of her report leisurely before turning it, even though she could barely focus in the anticipation of waiting for those soft footsteps.

“You have. Your own.” Understandably, there was some pent up aggression in the rookie especially when it came to their claim of certain facets of the bar.

As with the usual initiation new employees of Silco go through, the existing goons made it tradition to fuck with them for their own amusement. A certain number of chairs were taken out to ensure there wasn’t enough for the rookie who was told the meeting was farther back than it was. There was always a shortage of something that week, designed to make the new ‘kid’ adapt a routine and get there far too early for the next week, when everything was replaced and it was like nothing had happened.

A little lingering trauma. A lot of fun memories for the crew. Team building.

She would understand one day, when another member joined.

Still. Even if it was over, Sevika couldn’t help herself. The fear in the rookie’s eyes during the first few days under Sev’s watch melted beautifully into vexed irritation. The first contender to ever dare to look at her that way.

“I think I like this one more.”

“Move.” The authoritative, stern tone she attempts comes out whiney. Her nose scrunches. Oh, Sev thinks she loves her.

“Make me, brat.” The silence that follows is more than a little disappointing. If Sev were a lovesick teen again, perhaps she wouldn’t be able to stop the worried glance upwards that reveals the falter in her control.

A beat. Two.

Then the report is knocked out of her hands and onto the table. Mouthiness, Sevika could take. But the disrespect would have to be corrected-

Every thought empties out of Sevika’s head at the warm body pressed against hers, her arm instinctively going to steady the added weight in her lap.

Both of them are frozen. Sevika, in fear that if she breathes, the lovely addition on her thigh would disappear. Rookie, stunned by the strong arm around her waist fitting so snug, like it was meant for holding her.

More silence. Then,

“You’re surprisingly comfortable to sit on.”

“I’ve gotten that review before.”

Sevika mourns the fact that she misses Rook’s reaction, because even though she’s seen it more than enough times to create a clear picture, the sight never fails to be the one damn thing in the Undercity to put a smile on her face. Pouting, downturned lips at the tease, nostrils flaring in an attempt to breathe through the rising annoyance, and the fluttering of eyes shut as she’d bite back a retort too sharp to say to her boss.

#sevika imagine #sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader

[itsabouttimex2]

Monkiefam: Part 0

Midnight Malaise

(Part Zero) (Part One) (Part Two)

It doesn’t particularly surprise the troop when you sneak out of your room. All three of them are fully aware that you often wander around at night like this. They know that you aren’t getting enough rest, that you aren’t eating properly.

The house is silent, save for the occasional rumbling snore from Wukong. You’ve been told to never leave your room at night- but that’s more of a suggestion than a stone-set rule. Really, as long as you don’t leave the bounds of the house, they have no trouble with your little late-night adventures.

Even the garden outside isn’t off limits, as long as you don’t go past the fences.

And beside- it’s peaceful tonight. It’s no more dangerous than taking one little stroll out in Megapolis to see the moonlight.

…you’ve come to miss Megapolis. The mountain was absolutely enchanting at first, but that was back when you thought that being here was merely a choice.

Before you had asked one of the monkeys to bring you home, and received a very firm “no”. And then went and asked the other two, only to receive the same answer twice again.

Before all that, Flower Fruit Mountain had been lovely and welcoming.

You sit at the bottom step of the stairs, taking a moment to grab both of your shoes, wishing you had something a little sturdier. But anything that would hold up outside the soft soil of the flower garden was kept well out of your reach.

And even then, these compliant and squishy sandals are sometimes hidden to keep you inside.

MK finds you before you’ve even got the first shoe on. The kid peels it out of your hand and tosses it against the other, knocking them both into the wall.

He settles down on the same step and leans against you, pressing into the warmth offered by skinship. It’s a habit of his, a desire for touch- he’s incredibly trigger-happy with affection. The hero leans his head against your shoulder, taking in the scent of you. You smell of linen and soap and home. Too much time spent hiding in the laundry room, buried under mounds of fresh blankets and warm sheets. Something that helped to remind you of simpler days. It makes him smile, how comforting that scent is.

“What are you thinking about, Y/N?” No malice. No anger. Just love. And a strong note of worry.

There’s no point in lying. If you’re up this late, it’s because you want to go out to the garden and lay among the flowers and pretend that you’re anywhere but this sacred mountain.

“…I wanted to get some fresh air.”

“Not while it’s this late. It’s not safe.” He’s pretty firm about this- there’s too much worry to consider other options aside from the frequent “no” you always seem to receive. He looks at you and speaks, his voice almost reverent with love. “Instead, how about I make you a bowl of noodles and then you go to bed?”

“…I’m not really all that hungry, MK.”

“Yes you are.” He’s even more firm with that response. “I’m not asking if you’re hungry, I’m telling you. It’s been three days, Y/N. This isn’t healthy for you at all!

MK doesn’t give you a further chance to respond, just scooping you up and and walking off to the kitchen. This might’ve been harder for him, once… but you’ve lost a lot of weight during your stay.

Sitting you into a cushioned chair, MK’s humming quietly as he prepares the noodles. A well-learned cook, he’s picked up on a lot from his lessons with Pigsy- who is often stern with his training. But, even in something such as this generational cooking, you can see the kindness and gentleness MK possesses.

So you stay there in the chair, almost patiently waiting at the table. The most you do is quietly drum your fingers against the wood. Although you’re not too big on eating lately, you aren’t really brave enough to argue with the members of your ‘family’.

“It’s ready!” He slides you a bowl of steaming, delicious noodles- the savory and herbal scent alone is enough to make your mouth water. He nudges the bowl closer. He’s clearly put a lot of care and effort into making the meal, and he’s not leaving until you’ve tried it. The kid looks determined, and a little bit upset?

Maybe he’s just that worried.

With a sigh, you reluctantly tuck into the noodles and take a few deep bites.

It’s not that they’re bad. In fact, they’re objectively pretty delicious. You just… haven’t had much of an appetite lately.

MK beams at you, watching with a soft smile as you eat. “Do you like it? I made as close to Pigsy’s as I could!” He gently nudges the bowl closer, trying to get you to eat even more.

“…it’s good,” you grudgingly confess, quickly finding that your words come out slurred. There’s… something herbal in here, I think…?”

“It’s a dash of ginger for warmth and good sleep,” he says, voice cheery to mask his omission. A half-truth reaches your ears, MK leaving out the real ingredient: a ground sprig of valeriana jatamansi, it’s sedating impact enhanced by growing beside the mystical rivers of Flower Fruit Mountain.

And if you had known that, you would know that Sun Wukong had coordinated this plan with MK, giving him the herb to grind down and add to your bowl.

And after just half the bowl, your eyes are fluttering and the chopsticks waver in your hand.

He rushes forward, practically tearing the wooden sticks out of your hands before standing you back on your feet. “Bed. Now.” His voice is uncharacteristically firm, urgent. He’s a lot more serious now, almost desperate. His worry is evident in his tone.

You try to dig your feet into the wooden flooring, attempting to pull free from his grasp. “N-no, I won’t. L-let… let go.”

MK’s grip is a surprisingly strict one, though he’s quite soft while doing it. The kid’s strength only really comes into play when someone’s health or safety is at risk. He’s stronger than he looks. More importantly, he’s worried enough to drop his usual gentleness. His grip tightens, dragging you behind him as he moves onwards.

He leads you; not up the stairs to your room, but across the house to Wukong’s.

“Heh. Finally got ‘em to eat something, bud? Good job,” he says, lightly ruffling his student’s hair. “I’m proud of you.”

And MK nearly buckles at the knees, overloaded with warmth and happiness. It’s only the fact that he’s holding you now that keeps the boy from throwing himself into the affection being offered.

“Alright, both of you- get in and get comfy. We’re sleeping in tonight.”

MK tosses your nearly unconscious form to his mentor, who then tucks you in nice and tight. “There’s one of my kids… come on bud, you’re up next!”

With a gleeful laugh, the affection-seeking boy squishes in beside you, throwing his arms all around your waist.

Wukong’s chest rumbles with a deep and contented purr, nuzzling you against his fur. He bears the scent of peaches and wildflowers, sun-beaten grass and sweet honey. “Hey there, cub.” The simian’s voice is both gentle and warm, the same as the arms he wraps around you. His entire body radiates a sense of protection and safety.

“Feeling sleepy?” The Great Sage asks, one ginger-furred hand hand cupping your cheek so he can tilt your head to him.

Without a word, the simian studies your face, wearing a sad, fond smile. He can sense your unrest, your deep sorrow, the anguish of your separation from the home you adored. His ancient heart aches with worry. He’s wanted to hug you, to hold you, to ease your sadness with the power of his embrace for so long now…

And all it took to get you here was one little herb…

It’s certainly not something that he or his student will ever regret.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere MK #Yandere Sun Wukong #Monkiefam #TW: Drugging

[todoroki-waifu]

Super late, but this is from the poll results! Thank you again to those who voted. :)

Itadori x Reader

Warning: Gender neutral reader, a small, slightly suggested part, and cursing.

Scenario: How Itadori shows he really cares for you.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,896

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You returned from your two day mission late that evening, exhausted and sore. You also didn't recover from the previous missions that were given to you prior to the one you just came back from. Because of your abilities and the rising numbers of high grade curses, you were needed more frequently. You either went solo or in a group, but lately it's just been you.

"Good morning, everyone." A yawn is laced with your greeting as you walk  towards the entrance of the dormitories. The others were training, but stopped when they saw you.

"Good morning? It's already evening!" Itadori straightens up from his defensive stance to rush over to you.

"__(y/n)! It's been forever!" Kugisaki beats Itadori and has her arms wrapped around your body.

"I know, I've been a bit busy with these assignments." You returned her embrace.

"I'm gonna yell at Gojo-sensei for taking you away from me. I'm getting hives from being around these two monkeys for so long." She jests as Fushiguro sends her a glare while Itadori raises a brow.

"You might have to hold on just a bit longer. I'm leaving again tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Already?" Itadori was starting to agree with Nobara about scolding their white haired sensei.

"Yeah, but it's at night! Hopefully it'll just be a one day kind of thing."

"I hope so! Anyway, go get settled. We're finished here then we're gonna make some hot pot."

You nod at the three of them, agreeing to join them later once you finish taking a shower and changing into comfortable and intact clothes. Yuji leaves Megumi and Kugisaki to walk with you back inside.

"You sure you're gonna be okay going tomorrow?" He then grabs your bag and belongings, offering to hold them for you. You attempt to get them back, but Yuji wants to help. Even if it's something as tiny as this.

"Yeah, I mean...I don't really have a choice, but even if I did, I'd still take it. There's people in danger so I want to do this."

"You're over exhausting yourself." He frowns at the consequences your body may potentially suffer.

"I'll be fine. Promise." You give him a smile as you make your way towards your room. Once in front of your dorm, that was when you both departed to get ready for dinner.

You're gathered on one table with a boiling pot of soup and various ingredients scattered around. You thanked those who prepared it since none of them allowed you to help and instead encouraged you to rest. A few minutes into dinner and your body was starting to crave sleep.

"Whoa, hey, you okay?" Itadori sees your head in an alternating up and down motion with your eyes fluttering and bowl almost tilting forward. He puts down his own bowl to stabilize yours as you finally lift your head up.

"Sorry! I just got so tired suddenly."

"We can save you some if you want to go to bed." Megumi suggests and you shake your head.

"I'm hungry, too. Wish there was a way I could both eat and sleep at the same time." You tried to rub the sleepiness from your eyes.

"Oi, why don't you feed them? They can barely hold their bowl. Help them out." Nobara points her chopsticks at Yuji.

"M-me?!" A red tint develops across his face.

"Duh, of course you! You're the one sitting next to them."

Itadori grabs your utensil and dish, picking up some noodles before telling you that he'd assist feeding you.

"You mean I can close my eyes and eat? Perfect!" You turn your body to face Itadori with your eyes shut and mouth open to accept some food. Itadori's blush only deepened and he could feel his blood was being directed elsewhere.

"Oh my God!" He shouts suddenly, earning confused stares from his friends.

"What happened?" You ask and Itadori shakes his head.

"No-nothing. Sukuna was just being...funny."

"Fuck you, kid. You know you were thinking the same thing." A toothy grin appears on his right cheek, making Itadori yell at the cursed spirit residing in him.

"He's having a moment...Fushiguro, you go feed __(y/n)." Your brown haired friend elbows the shikigami user and he starts to stand up.

"N-no! I got it. Just give me a sec." The pink haired boy was able to quiet a laughing Sukuna before focusing on you. You went back to your previous position and Itadori had to bite down on his tongue to fight off another blush. He thought back on how tired and hungry you were which redirected his concentration.

Yuji made sure that the food wasn't too hot or too big for you to bite on. He kept a steady pace and managed to find a way to feed himself in between. After a few more bites and enjoying being fed by your crush, you took back your bowl. It was fun to see his reaction, but found it sweet at how determined he was that you fulfilled your nutritional intake for the day.

Once everyone was satisfied with warm and full bellies, you attempted to wash the dishes. Again, none of them allowed you and Kugisaki sent Itadori to bring you upstairs.

"You should get some rest." He starts leading you to your room.

"Not yet! I've missed you!" You immediately swerve in front of him then your eyes widen at what you just said. "A-and Nobara! And Megumi, too! I haven't hung out with you guys in a long time."

"Well, Kugisaki and Fushiguro are gonna head to bed early since they leave for a mission in the morning. Mine isn't until the afternoon so I can hang out with you if you don't mind just me?"

"Of course, not! I love hanging out with you. C'mon." You grabbed his hand, dragging him to your room. You both occupied your bed, you leaning against the headboard while Itadori was laying sideways on the foot of your bed.

Within a few minutes while Itadori was catching you up on the past few weeks, you were nodding off again until you plopped on the bed. The pink haired vessel wasn't offended, instead was relieved that you finally accepted some sleep.

He carefully maneuvers you into a better position, covering you up to your shoulders with your blanket. As he adjusts the pillow under your head, he frowns at the number of bandages and bruises on your person. He then exits the room after turning off the lights, pulling out his phone to dial his teacher's number.

"Itadori? What's up?"

"Please let me take __(y/n)'s mission."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I know they have one tomorrow night. Let me take that instead and switch theirs with mine."

"Why?" Gojo asks after a brief pause.

"Be-because I...I just..they've been, you know and I just-" He stutters, face and ears becoming warm. "Just let us switch! Please, sensei."

The white haired male exhales loudly before explaining the details of the case. "This is going to be a difficult one for you, Itadori. Based on __(y/n)'s abilities and technique, they could finish the job in 3 days, but for you, 6 days. Are you prepared for that?"

He had no idea that there was such a difference between yours and his fighting levels. Itadori was going to need to catch up so you didn't leave him behind or worse, be a burden to you.

"Yes. I'll take it. Do I need to wait until tomorrow? Can't I just go now?" Itadori had the energy and resolve plus if it was going to take him 6 days, maybe he could cut it down if he starts now.

"I don't see why not, but be aware that even if you leave now, you're only shaving off maybe...half a day earlier. Anyway, pack your things. I'll send a ride for you in 20 minutes."

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It's been almost a week since you last saw Itadori and when you noticed the changes to your assignments. They've become lighter and you were able to finally work with Megumi and Nobara again. You also found out that Itadori had swapped missions with you and you were anxiously waiting for him to return so you could question why.

As you sit on the front steps of the dorm, you see a familiar white and pink haired teacher and student. You're the only one to greet them since Nobara went shopping and Megumi was visiting his sister.

"Yuji! You're all beat up." He sees concern swimming in your __(e/c) eyes.

"I'm okay, promise! That curse was a tough one, but I did it!"

"I heard what you did. Why did you switch our missions? Were you afraid that I couldn't handle it?"

"Wha-no! That's not it at all!" Itadori fidgets in his spot, trying to explain it in a way that doesn't devalue your sorcery skills. Behind Itadori, you see Gojo a few feet away, laughing quietly at the boy who was in love with you. Your teacher makes an outline of a heart with two fingers then points at Itadori.

Ah, now you understand.

"I didn't think that you couldn't handle it. I just felt like you were being overworked and I wanted to help you. I wanted to relieve at least a bit of your workload because you deserve some rest, too. And you know, teamwork makes the dream work...ahehe..."

Gojo slaps a hand over his blindfold, shaking his head at Itadori's missed opportunity to tell you exactly how he felt. But you already knew what he was trying to say. Maybe it was time for you to make yours a bit more obvious.

"Thank you, Yuji." You take one step towards him, aiming your lips to his cheek. Instead of feeling a soft, somewhat flat surface, another pair of lips touch yours. You gasped, pulling away as you realized that you had kissed Sukuna's mouth and not Yuji's cheek.

"Sukuna!! What the hell?!" Yuji places his hand over the side of his face, covering the cursed spirit.

"Hey now, I did most of the work so I should be getting some kind of reward, too."

"Well, thank you, Sukuna, for all your hard work." You cut off their bickering and you move to the other side of Yuji's cheek. However, a mouth and eye were staring at you, showing off a toothy grin. Before Yuji yells at the King of Curses, you press your lips to his, finding that it was a safe place where Sukuna couldn't appear.

You removed yourself after a few seconds, giving Yuji a sweet smile. "You should probably shower and change. I'll make you some food. It's tiring after a long mission."

"S-sure!" He nods then jogs to the dorm entrance, but immediately stops to turn back to you. He plants a quick kiss to your lips this time, a big grin decorating his face as he walks back to his room.

You giggle at the extra energy Yuji has in his stride, happy that he returned to you in one piece and with a surprise. Gojo comments about how both of them are going to be a handful, but you knew that already. You love all of Yuji, even the King of Curses that resides in him.

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KK3 Terry Silver X Reader

Context: Damsel In Distress! Your in a dangerous position, and Terry comes to help you 💚 Part 1/2

Ever since this new dojo opened, you were now finaly able to get some more work. You saw that the Cobra Kai dojo was in need of a cleaner on their board outside the building, which you applied for as quickly as you could. Being a single woman and having to pay rent in your studio flat, meant you needed a job, but unfortunately like some people, sometimes that was two jobs instead of one. You already were a cleaner in the local gym, but that was barely making enough to live. You needed something that will let you also have money to feed yourself properly, and not live off packet food or noodles. You applied for the cleaning position and got it the very same day, you were over the moon about it. The guy who interviewed you was someone called John Kreese, he seemed nice, if a little rough around the edges. He and his business partner owned the dojo, but you had yet to meet him, in time maybe. John laid out the cleaning you needed to do, and the days and times you were needed too, which fit into your other job roles timings perfectly. Your first day was a piece of cake, you cleaned everything you needed too, plus had a little time spare to do one or two other things before you left. John was impressed, and even bumped up your pay a little for doing such a good job whilst you were working there.

It had now been two weeks since you started this second job, and it was safe to say that you were feeling quite tired from doing it. You weren't used to working two jobs, especially since one was a day time job, and one was an evening. There was only a small amount of time in between each shift to stop, and that wasn't enough.....but you kept going. You thought to yourself that there are people out there who work 3 jobs, you needed to get a grip and power through, which is what you tried to do. It was Friday afternoon, and you were nearly done sweeping the floor of the main room. You were the only one there, as far as you were aware, and you had some music on in the background to listen too. You swept, back and forth, again and again, when suddenly you stop as your vision goes blurry. You hold onto your sweeping brush as you steady yourself, closing your eyes in hopes it will pass. Your legs and arms felt wobbly, and your stomach was growling. You new you were hungry, famished actually, but you had no time today to stop, especially when your gym job needed you earlier today to clean a new yoga room. You opened your eyes, and the dizziness faded away. You took a deep breath to steady yourself and tried to carry on with the floor. But it seemed that doing that wasn't the best idea, and before you knew it, everything turned black. And the last thing you remember was smacking the side of your head on the floor as you fell.

You feel dazed and still dizzy when you start to come around. You eyes are still closed, but something feels strange, you can feel that your feet are leant up on something, maybe a chair? And there is something cold on the side of your head where you fell on it. Your eyes slowly open, and there knelt next to you, is what looks like an incredibly handsome man, and it definitely wasn't John Kreese. "Hey....How are you feeling? It looks like you took a bad fall. Hows your head?"

This man asked in a calm and gentle tone. "Uhh? Yeh I...I think I'm alright, just a little dizzy" "That's ok, when that goes away I can help you back up. It seems you banged your head quite hard on this floor, but it's ok, I've got this ice pack on hear for you" You reach up to touch it, it feels like a big bump on your head, hopefully nothing to serious had happened, you see no blood thankfully. "I came in and saw you like this, can you tell me what happened?" "I was feeling light headed and my vision blurred. I thought I shook myself out of it, but it seems I didn't. I just remember everything going black and then...Ummm, who are you by the way?" He smiled widely, he had a gorgeous smile. "I'm sorry, I haven't had a chance to meet you recently with the dojo still needing work done. I'm Terry, I'm John's friend" "Oh! Your Terry Silver, John told me you both own this place"

"Yes, well I own it, but he co manages it with me. I've been meaning to come and introduce myself to you, ever since John said we had a new cleaner. Your Y/N right?" "Yeh, that's me" "It's a pleasure to meet you, it's just a shame it's under these circumstances. Can I ask, do you know what might have caused you to pass out?" You look down in shame, you didn't want to admit it but you had too. "I uhh....I haven't eaten anything yet. I swear I was going to as soon as I finished sweeping the floor" "Oh dear, your blood sugar must be really low. You shouldn't prioritise work over your health you know. Is John working you to hard?" "No, not all. I have two jobs you see, and it's on the evening" "So your working day and night? Everyday?" "I have to, some people can work 3, and I'm just doing two" "So? One job can drain a person as well, but 2 is a lot, especially if it's everyday, and pretty much day and night" You just nod, knowing he is kind of right. He looks around and sees your bag, he stands up and runs over to grab it. He brings it back and helps you to sit up a little. "You bring a lunch with you?" "Yeh, it's just in hear" You take out a sandwich and an apple just as Terry walks into the office and grabs you a bottle of coke cola. "I'll stay with you to make sure your alright, I don't want you to have another fall just incase it's not your blood sugar that made you fall"

"You don't have to you know, I'll be fine. Besides I've got to get to my other job in an hour-" "You are kidding me right?" "What?" "There is no way you are going to work in another job after you fainted! Plus you have that bump on your head, your not going" "I don't exactly have a choice, I need this job to afford rent and food" "Food that you have barley any time to eat anyway? To the point where you pass out? I'm sorry but I can't allow that" "That's kind Terry, but it's not you that cant allow it, it's my boss at the gym who will tell me if I should stay of go" "Alright then, I'll call him" "Really? I'll doubt you'll be able to get through to him, he's an #sshole" "Just to you or others aswell?" "Honestly? I'm not sure he likes women in general" "Ahhh, one of those eh? Well look, as your employer I'm not happy letting you work in another place when your in this state. May I talk to your other boss?" "Yeh, just try not to piss him off" "Why?" "I don't know I just....when people have pissed him off before, he's had a tendency to fire people" "Don't you worry about a thing, I'll make sure that whatever happens, you'll still be working" You hand Terry your phone after getting your bosses phone number up, Terry calls him and your boss answers in a grumpy tone. "Y/N, what do you want?" "Hi there, my name is Terry Silver" "And? Why should I care?" Terry looks over you you, but you raise your eyebrow in a way that says (I told you so). "You should care because I am calling on behave of your employee" "What about her? She'd better be coming in, there's a new yoga hall that needs cleaning"

"Actually she won't be coming in, for her own health" "Health? Oh what? Is she having her stupid period cramps? Or did she break a nail?" "She has actually passed out and hit her head quite hard on the-" "Are you seriously telling me this stupid girl is not coming in to do her job because she is acting like a princess and pretending to faint?! And she hit her head?! That's something a toddler walks off then starts playing after!" "I think you'll find that it's far more serious than that, I'm taking her to get checked out at the hospital to make sure there's no underlying health issue, and to make sure the head injury isn't something more serious. And the fact that you don't care, and are not taking it seriously is something I'm not only concerned about, but actualy angry about" "Ooooh! Big man on the phone thinks the way I order my employees is wrong. Oh wait, I don't give a sh#t! Tell Y/N to stop messing around like a typical woman and get her #ss in work before I fire her!" Terry holds the phone against his chest as he gives you a sympathetic look, he had no idea how hard you really had it. He could see the bags under your eyes, your shaking hands, your exhausted look and you just looked completely deflated. He knew there was something about you that was unique, and he knew what you were going through was unfair, and he wasn't going to stand for that. "Now you listen to me you arrogant piece of sh#t!" "Who the f#ck do you think your talking too?!" "Oh I know exactly who I'm talking too, a spoilt little pr#ck who thinks his position gives him the power and right to abuse and use his employees in any way he wants! Well Y/N is not coming in, unless you treat her like a human being!"

"Like hell am I going to do that! And just for the way you spoke to me, not only is she going to be working today, but I'm going to make sure she works even later, without the over time pay!" Terry can't take this, he can see you and he knows you can hear everything he says. "Y/N is NOT coming in!" "Then she's fired! Let's see her afford a home on a one jobs wage! Stupid b#tch deserves it!" And just like that, your boss puts the phone down on Terry. But Terry can see your starting to get upset, so he kneels down to you. "He fired me?! How am I supposed to-" "Shh shh it's ok, don't worry" "Don't worry?! I won't be able to afford my rent, what am I going to do?" "It will be ok, I promise. You see, I have many connections and more money than I can want" "That's nice for YOU" "But listen, he fired you for something that was out of your control, so legally you can sue him. And I have a lawyer who can do that" "Terry....that's not necessary" "No no listen, he has never lost-" "Terry....while it's a lovely offer, I just don't want anymore trouble. I just....I just need to make sure I'm fine, then look for another night job"

"Y/N, I can help you" "I know Terry, but I need to be able to support myself and not use someones elses resources when I could never repay them. I'm sorry" Terry's face is still, no expression, but he nods to you. "Alright Y/N.....listen, at least let me take you to the hospital to get checked over. I wouldn't want you to have any other issues" "Ok...thank you Terry" You were feeling so stuck now, you had lost your night job AND you knew you wouldn't be able to pay rent for next month and have enough food in the fridge. You planned to start looking for a new job at home once you were finished at the hospital, and hopefully there would be something that would come up quickly. Terry helped you up and into his car, and he took you for a check up at the hospital. He was right, according to the doctor, your blood sugar was low and she recommended that I need to eat correctly and rest for a while. And thankfully the bump on your head didn't result in anything serious. Terry offered you a lift back to your flat, and when he drove away to let you get some rest, you snuggled up on the sofa with a blanket and a hot chocolate. Your laptop was poised on the coffee table infront of you, so now you were ready to surch for another job....but the stress of going through all of that again was getting to you, you just looked at the screen, and felt low. Yes, Terry was trying to help you, but you lost your job over it, and now you had no choice but to find another one. And hopefully this time, the next boss wouldn't be so horrible. However, you were happy that Terry wasn't horrible, in fact, he was quite nice.....and definitely handsome too. You pushed that thought of Terry to the back of your mind however, because you now had your laptop on your lap, it was time to search.

Meanwhile, Terry was working out in his house, practicing his karate like he normally does. John knocks on the door and Terry's door man let's him in to come and speak to Terry. "Hey! Johnny, I'm glad you came buy!"

"Of course. So what did you want to talk to me about?" "Something happened at the dojo this afternoon" "What happened?" "I walked in to find Y/N passed out on the floor" "She what? Is she alright?" "Yeh she's ok, nothing serious. But she had very low blood sugar, she wasn't eating" "Why?" "Because she's been so busy" "Is the work load I'm giving her too much?" "No no it's not that, she's been working two jobs" "Has she? I didn't know that, she didn't tell me" "I only found out myself when I spoke to her. It was my first time meeting her and I could tell she has been overworking herself. This is why I asked you to come over John" "What do you mean?" "Well, when I called her other boss to tell him she wasn't able to come in due to her not being well enough, he ended up being super rude and fired her! The guy is an absolute #sshole" "Right, so why did you want to talk to me?" "I want to raise her pay John. I want it so she doesn't have to worry about her bills, put herself in dangerous moments like today and have time to not only have a life, but to be able to live happily and comfortably too. And right now that's not what's happening for her. She's at home right now trying to find another job, and I want to help her" "Alright, so shall we just give her a pay rise, or is she in need of more support too?" "If you could do the paperwork for her pay rise at the dojo, I can sort out another issue for her. She said she didn't need to do it, but she deserves something for what her other boss did to her" "Alright, so we have a plan then?" "Absolutely"

It had been a few days since your fainting incident, and both Terry and John had said you shouldn't come back until your properly fit for work. So once you got the all clear from your local doctor, you were going to go back to cleaning the dojo once again. Luck wasn't on your side with another job though, noone was hiring and you felt really low. It seemed like it was time to go back to cheap packet food to keep you going until you found another job again. The next day, you came into the dojo ready to start cleaning and making up for lost time, despite the fact that John and Terry gave you paid time off, you still didn't want to seem like you were doing nothing when you could be working. Noone was in there when you arrived, so you just stuck your music on and proceeded to go about your cleaning routine. About an hour later, John walks in, and you see him out of the corner of your eye. Turning off the music, you say hello to him. "Hey Y/N, listen, could I have a word with you in the office please?" "Sure, no problem" You left your cleaning supplies and walked into the office with John, taking a seat on the sofa as he sat on the office chair. "How are you feeling Y/N?" "Yeh, I'm fine" "Are you sure?" "Yes, that feeling I had is no longer there. I'm eating and my blood sugar level is normal" "Good, that's good. Now, I do have to ask you something. Are you currently looking for a second job?"

"Well...kind of yeh. Don't get me wrong I do like this job, I just need to do something else to put towards the bills" "I understand that, I've been in a similar position to yourself one or twice over the years. But I'd just like to let you know that you will not be needing to find a second job" "Why? Is it something I'm not allowed to do with the contract I'm on hear?" "No no it's not that, you won't have to look for another job because we are giving you a pay raise" "A pay rise? That's not necessary" "Oh it is, I heard about how you lost you other job, and this is adequate compensation for that issue. Hear, I have your pay slip hear so you can see the rise yourself" John hands you the paperwork, and you've seen that you've been given a pay rise so big, that this is worth possibly 3 jobs! Let alone 2! "John...I can't exept this, this is too much for a cleaning job" "Well, what if it wasn't just a cleaning job?" "What do you mean?" "What if I was to give you just a few extra responsibilities around the dojo? Me and Terry could really use someone working a receptionist position now that Cobra Kai is getting more popular" "You want me to be a receptionist?" "If you would like too, yes. So you would be doing that from 9 till 4, then when the dojo closes at 4, you'd do your normal cleaning job until you finish at 6. So it would be a 9 till 6 shift instead of working nights and days. It's available if you want it"

"That's...that's amazing! Thank you John!" "Well, you should be thanking Terry most of all" "Why?" "Well this was his suggestion. You see I didn't know about your second job and your fainting spell until he told me. And would you have told me about that Y/N? Be honest" "Alright....I don't think I would have told you, I wouldn't want to worry anyone" "I knew you'd say that. So when Terry suggested a pay rise, I was happily on board with it. I wouldn't want anyone who is working for me and Terry to be stuck in a position you were in" "That's very kind, of both of you. Thank you" "Alright then, I'll grab the paperwork for you to sign, and next week you can start your new role" "You said Terry suggested this, where is he? I'd like to thank him" "He's busy at the moment with some people who want to invest with the dojo, but he should be coming back in just before your cleaning shift finishes. You can chat to him then" "Perfect" After that surprisingly nice meeting in the office, you head back out and continue cleaning. When anyone gets called into a meeting or to the bosses office, there is always that little worried feeling in your belly when you think your in trouble, but thankfully that wasn't the case today. A few hours passed, and you had just finished up moping the floor, when Terry walks in, with his beaming smile.

"Hey Y/N!" "Hi Terry, how are you?" "Yeh, yeh I'm good. Are you feeling better?" "Yes, much better thank you" "Great, I'm glad to hear it" "Listen Terry, John had a word with me earlier about the pay rise" "Ah yes! I'm glad he did. Are you happy? No need to worry yourself with a second job now eh?" "Yes your right, and I am happy about it. I just wanted to thank you. You didn't have to talk to John and give me extra money to support me, but you did. I'm not used to that kind of generosity, and I just wanted to thank you properly" "Oh Y/N, there's no need to thank me. I'm just doing what's right by you, and doing my best to help you out" "You really have, I mean that Terry" At this moment, John walks out of the office and over to you and Terry. "Hey John!" "Hey Terry, you were gone a long time" "Well business can take it's time" John looks at Terry in a hinting kind of way, looking back at him and you until he knows why he's doing that. "Oh yeh! Y/N, me and John are heading to a club tomorow night, we've heard it's really cool, and I was wondering if you wanted to join us?"

"Really? I'm honestly suprised you want to invite me along"

"Because we think your cool, and we work together. It would be nice to hang out and not talk about work" "Also Y/N" says John "I'm going to need someone who is also a responsible adult to help me watch this one. Even without alcohol, he can be a bit of a handful" This makes you giggle, and John chuckle. Terry just nods, he knows how excitable he can get. "Alright, count me in" "Brilliant! Well John's going to get there before us, and I'll pick you up if you like?" "Sounds like a plan to me. Ok, I'll see you both later, I have to get going now" You all say your goodbuys and you head out the door to go home. John just looks at Terry with an amused look. "Terry..." "What?" "Could you be more obvious?" "Oh come on John" "You couldn't keep your eyes off her just then. Just...try not to make an #ss of yourself tomorow ok? If you want to impress her, don't do anything stupid" "I won't do anything stupid John, you know me" "Terry, that's precisely WHY I'm telling you that!" They both just share a look before bursting into laughter, going about the rest of their day as usual.

You in the meantime were thinking about what had happened today on your way home. A promotion, more working hours in a better time, WAY better money....and getting invited out to a club buy Terry and John. This was definitely a good day, and tomorow was going to get even more interesting.......

#sensei targaryen #terry silver #cobra kai #kk3 #terry silver x reader

[delicatewhumps]

cottagecore x whump

whumpee is all alone in their cottage, in the middle of nowhere, and something bad happens. maybe they get hurt, or someone dangerous shows up (a la hush). what do they do?

a record-breaking cold winter leaves them nearly hypothermic and shivering inside. maybe their heat source has failed

on the other end of the spectrum… a heat wave? heatstroke is no fun when you’re surrounded by people that can help, imagine facing it all alone

whumpee goes on a hike and falls down an embankment. now they’re trapped and injured at the bottom, and the forest is full of hungry things…

maybe they find the wrong mushrooms while foraging and accidentally poison themselves— and caregiver has to help them through it

this is very extreme, but scaphism. depending on how dark you want to go, you could increase or decrease the severity. maybe it’s just attempted, and someone saves them.

a cryptid or forest god starts stalking whumpee. they only have so many chickens left to sacrifice before that creature gets hungry, and who knows what will satiate it…

speaking of chickens, caretaker nurses a sick whumpee back to health with bowls of chicken noodle soup. this could be pure fluff if you want it to be

think…..ophelia. drowning in a river, surrounded by flowers.

bees? bees.

….snakes? are snakes cottagecore? i guess that depends on where you live.

caretaker lives in a cottage, and one day someone collapses on their doorstep. a stranger— injured, bloody, covered in dirt, branches tangled in their hair, clothes torn. they beg caretaker to help them

#whump #whumpblr #whumplr #mine #whump prompt #whump prompts #cottagecore #cottagecore whump #tw scaphism #is that a tag #tw snakes

[whitepawn]

Moshang superhero!au

Shang Qinghua wasn't lucky by common standards. Well there was always the need to dig deeper then it comes to Shang Qinghua. At first he seems like someone who would be envied dy less fortunate: had a really really nice place in Cang Qiong, was gifted with power of changing reality, got to hand out with the coolest people possible. That was the first layer. The second is: a guy with ability that is hard to get the use of, tons of work, no personal life, even in close future. Then comes the third layer: a man of a grate wit, who successfully mastered seemingly lame ability and fully deserved his place among the strongest. Fourth: ah wait he's a nerd and forever alone. Fifth: he has a crush on WHO?

And the list can go on and on. Shang Qinghua was a mistery. Was he a traitor for allying with supervillain Mobei-jun? Was he really all this nerdy? Is he like gay or something?

And here we have Mobei-jun. People don't seem to have problems with reading him. Approximately you'll need about three seconds to understand all you need to know about him. He's dangerous, powerful, brutal, hot (in a cold way) and wouldn't even notice if he crushed you dead. That's basically how he is. But there's always room for more. Even to his own surprise. Mobei-jun is currently on his way of developing into a mature adult, rather than overpowered giant angsty teen. He's soon to find out that he can be caring, patient, thoughtful, protective and even weak.

But now all we have is Shang Qinghua, exhaustedly falling on his soft amazing bed. Or is he? The very moment he expected himself to be buried in his blanket he seemingly just feel right through his bed, blanket wrapping around him like a trash bag. His fall wasn't to long though. He only had time to group himself a little, before his back met the bouncy material. Shang Qinghua started wiggling himself free and after he did, he started with a great shock at Mobei-jun, who was staring back at him. His slightly raised brows were giving away how much he was took off guard. Mobei-jun seemed just to casually sit on his couch with an open laptop, home clothing – really fancy ones – on.

"I.." started Shang Qinghua. "I told you many times to not open portals in my apartment." He saw Mobei-jun furrowing and instantly lost all his attitude. "Am I needed, Dawang?"

Mobei-juns furrow deepened. "Yes." Was all he said, as he opened something on his laptop and gave it over to Shang Qinghua. In reality, he was very much surprised by his power's outburst. He didn't had this random portal opening situations since he was in middle school. Was he dripping so deep in his thoughts it came to thinking about Qinghua and actually summoning him?

"Ugh, I know this is no problem for you, Dawang" whined Shang Qinghua, wrapping himself up with his blanket. His fingers though started typing as he leaned over Mobei's laptop and started working. "I was so close to sleeping my hunger over." He muttered to himself as if didn't even noticing Mobei-jun was paying him all his attention.

It wasn't really late, especially for Shang Qinghua who would easily spend half of the night scrolling through his phone or writing something. The fact that he really was going to sleep meant that today he really wore himself off. Mobei-jun almost felt guilty for taking sleep Shang Qinghua was aiming for away by this embarrassing accident. Maybe he should've send him back. But he didn't want him to leave. The all reason why he mindlessly opened a portal to Shang Qinghuas apartment was because he wanted him to be here. Just to silently admire his presence. But it turned... Exactly like he wanted. Shang Qinghua was here, and Mobei-jun got to just feel good in his company. But Shang Qinghua was exhausted, tired and hungry, probably sleep deprived too.

That's definitely not how Mobei-jun want him to feel. He opened the delivery app on his phone and ordered some noodles Shang Qinghua liked. He then stood up from the couch and went into his bedroom to make a call. Mobei-jun called one of his minions for them to organise the fastest delivery possible, and after ten minutes a really terrified delivery worker was at his door.

Shang Qinghua haven't moved since he started working so, then Mobei-jun placed a plastic bowl of noodles on the table, his head tilted up and his eyes went wide and glowy.

"You should eat." Stated Mobei-jun sitting back on the couch near Shang Qinghua.

"Dawang!" Shouted Shang Qinghua while looking like all life was slowly returning back to him. "Thank you. This lowly one will never forget you kindness."

Mobei-jun let out a quiet grumpy growl wich made Shang Qinghua huff a laugh in amusement as took a mouthful of noodles. Mobei-jun had ordered himself some grilled meat with vegetables so Shang Qinghua wouldn't be embarrassed of being only one who eats. It was fine, Mobei-jun would gladly spend some extra time in the gym tomorrow.

They ate in comforting silence. Mobei-jun was dealing with some usual mess his subordinates would cause in this time of night by sending several messages to the most responsible ones. Shang Qinghua did pretty much the same but he somehow had the ability to get Mobei's men moving even faster. That was one of many reasons why Mobei-jun valued him as ally.

An hour and a half passed as they sat unmoving, to preoccupied with work. Shang Qinghua usually disliked doing something for long time without change, especially work. But he treated ruling mob as a really nice hobby. More of it, having fully concentrated Mobei-jun near him helped steadying Shang Qinghua's wild mind so he could work for that long without being distracted.

For Mobei-jun, who totally preferred actually being on the field than commanding over a bunch of idiots, he tolerated it many times better then Shang Qinghua was beside him. His pure interest in making Mobei's men doing things reminded Mobei-jun that controlling all of them is actually cool and not pain in the ass all the time. He found the feeling flattering. So he was pretty productive this evening until he noticed that something went strange. He lifted his eyes from his phone and noticed that Shang Qinghua seemingly had fallen asleep wrapped up in his blanket, open laptop in his hands.

Mobei-jun looked around himself as if searching for something to tell him what to do now. He helplessly clenched and unclenched his fists while looking at peacefully sleeping Shang Qinghua. He then took his phone and sent new message but in entirely different tone. And to new contact. To Luo Binghe.

'My hero fell asleep on my couch, what do I do?' he typed.

'OMG Mobei go send me a pic NOW' Luo Binghe was as easily hyped about anything that had a slightest connection to Shen Yuan.

'Why?'

'BECAUSE!! You want my advice or no?'

Mobei-jun hesitated for a couple moments before taking an awkward shaky photo of sleeping Shang Qinghua and send it to Luo Binghe feeling his face warming up in response of this act. He then deleted the photo from his phone, letting Luo Binghe do whatever he wanted.

'Awww he's cute. Not as cute as Shizun tho... Anyways look at Shizun!' And Luo Binghe send him about 30 photos of Shen Yuan lying here and there asleep. Mobei-jun rolled his eyes and let out an irritated growl.

'Okay. You seem to be experienced in such things, good, now tell me what to do.'

'Yeah right. So it's all simple, your little guy looks pretty little so just scoop him and tuck him in. Double check if he's comfortable enough and leave a glass of water beside the bed.' Okay that was cheesy.

Mobei-jun just throwed his phone away.

It never was so difficult in the past. When things like this happened to his exes he always was okay with just leaving them where they were. But this wasn't the same. This was Shang Qinghua. His back already was a mess, he complained about it hurting from his office chair all the time. Mobei-jun just couldn't let him sleep like this, so his limbs will be numb then he wake up. Shang Qinghua wasn't like him, he wasn't built for being in uncomfortable position for a long time. He almost was fragile. It was knowledge that get Mobei-jun to long to get, so he made sure he learned it well.

He realised he was staying unmoving, towering over Shang Qinghua, practically starting at him for too long to be appropriate.

Finally he pulled himself together and reached out to take sleeping Shang Qinghua in his hands. As he carefully lifted him up, he noticed a few things. Shang Qinghua was heavy. Well of course he was, Shang Qinghua was a bit overweight, and now sleeping he made a real dead weight of himself. It wasn't like Mobei-jun had a struggle with holding him. Pretty much opposite. Mobei-jun had lifted many thing way heavier, so that wasn't the case. It just felt right to hold him. Shang Qinghua was warm and soft to the touch and actually feeling him in his arms was strangely comforting.

Mobei-jun cut himself on the place and opened a portal in Shang Qinghua's apartment. He didn't tucked him in, but he did make sure a glass of water was standing near his bed.

#superhero!au #svsss #ssvsss #soon to be powerless #fanfiction #scum villain's self saving system #moshang #scum super villain's self saving sistem

[call-me-maggie13]

Beatrice has been meaning to tell Ava about her finals, to ask her to find someone to watch Diana so she could do her biannual cramming week. She swears she meant to.

But every time she went to say something, Diana would do something unbelievable cute or Ava would smile and Beatrice would forget entirely.

Which is how she finds herself balancing a hungry toddler, an Electrical Fundamentals textbook, and a box of pizza rolls.

Normally, Beatrice would make Diana something healthier, something that would fuel a growing child, something homemade. But she’s entirely convinced she will not remember anything she’s learned this semester and she can’t push that panic away long enough to make Diana something.

She ignores her phone ringing, sliding the pizza rolls into the oven before dropping the textbook onto the kitchen counter, switching the television onto Moana and begging Diana to let it distract her long enough for Beatrice to practice this one equation that squeezes Beatrice’s lungs until she feels like she can’t catch her breath.

It’s only been three minutes. Beatrice is certain it’s only been three minutes when the smoke detector goes off, screaming at her for forgetting the stupid pizza rolls.

"Fuck." Beatrice yanks the oven door open and drops their burning dinner into the sink, pressing her knuckles into her eyes to combat the growing pressure behind them. "Fuck fuck fuck."

"Uh-oh." Beatrice can’t believe she just said that in front of Diana, turning to the little girl dragging a ragged stuffed duck into the kitchen and staring up at the dissipating smoke behind Beatrice’s head before smiling dopily at her. "Duck. Quack quack."

"Yes, yes, Di. Duck does go quack quack, good job." Beatrice lifts her and presses a gentle kiss against her head when there’s a knock at the door. Beatrice ignores it, checking the freezer for the next fastest meal when the knocking grows louder and more persistent. Beatrice sighs heavily, opening the door with a frown.

"Trade!" Mary holds up a bag of takeout before taking Diana from a shocked Beatrice, pushing past her and dropping the bag on the table.

Beatrice spins and follows her, mouth agape and arms wide. Mary digs through the bag, setting boxes of Chinese food on the table and handing Diana an egg roll. She turns to Beatrice, an egg roll hanging out of her mouth and holding a set of chopsticks out to Beatrice.

"What - what are - what’s - " Beatrice takes them and allows herself to be pushed into a seat and handed a bowl of noodles.

"Eat then go back to studying, I’ve got this little monster." Mary tickles Diana who shrieks and kicks, squirming in Mary’s arms. Beatrice makes no move to follow Mary’s directions until she sighs. "Look, dude. You can either study or you can watch her but you can’t do both. You decide."

Beatrice looks between her abandoned textbook on the counter and Diana gleefully smashing the egg roll apart and shoving handfuls into her mouth. She’s being paid to keep Diana alive and happy while Ava works. But she truly believes she is going to fail this exam.

Ava doesn’t know how to react when she opens the door and there’s a random woman holding her child and scrambling eggs in the kitchen. Her first instinct is to grab Diana but she’s certain Beatrice wouldn’t let anyone that’s a danger to either of them anywhere near Diana. Certainly not into her home.

The woman smiles briefly before hooking a thumb over her shoulder and motioning to the table, where Beatrice is sleeping on an open textbook, notecards and notebooks and sticky notes scattered around her and onto the floor. Ava smiles, wanting to burn this image of Beatrice into her long term memory so that even when she’s old and gray, she can remember the way the light softens Beatrice’s face.

She hangs her keys onto the hook and drops her bag onto the entry table, watching as the sound of her arrival stirs Beatrice awake. Her face scrunches up — frowning deeply with her eyebrows furrowed together — until she sees Ava, then she relaxes and smiles blearily at her, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and stretching her arms over her head. She has a notecard stuck to her cheek that falls away and flutters to the floor when she scrapes a hand down her face.

The woman makes a noise in the kitchen and Diana giggles at whatever she says in response to it, and Beatrice glances towards them as her shoulders tense and her eyebrows rise.

"I - I - She’s a friend." Beatrice tries to explain, standing and quickly closing the distance between her and the other woman before taking Diana and turning back to Ava. "I’m sorry, I didn’t ask if - "

"Bea." Ava laughs, cutting her off and following her into the tiny kitchen. "It’s fine, I trust you."

Beatrice relaxes slightly, passing Diana to her mother before smacking the stranger on the shoulder, earning her a deep sigh and a grumble, though she turns around regardless, rolling her eyes at Beatrice but offering her hand for Ava to shake.

"This is Mary. She’s my sist- best friend’s wife." She sounds unsure after cutting herself off, grimacing and glancing at Mary for help.

"Nice to meet you." Mary offers instead, her hand warm and calloused in Ava’s before she pulls away. "Beatrice is stupid and forgot she has finals this week. I hope you don’t mind that I helped with the baby while she studied. She gets weird about her studying. Honestly, she gets weird about a lot of things like when someone calls soccer soccer instead of footy and that whole thing about splitting posts and she says she doesn’t believe in ghosts but she refuses to watch paranormal movies because they freak her out and - "

"And she was just leaving." Beatrice pushes Mary to the door, practically throwing her into the hallway before slamming the door in her bemused face. "Sorry about her."

Ava laughs and leans against the doorframe watching her, Diana twisting her hair around her fist and tugging softly. Ava rolls her eyes at her before putting her down, watching her walk a few steps before dropping into a seated position and staring at Beatrice with a dopey grin.

"You almost said sister." Ava is anything but tactful, her curiosity often outweighing her manners — not that she has many after being raised by mean nuns and living with JC just long enough to get pregnant. Manners were not a priority in Ava’s upbringing, something she’s constantly trying to better herself at so she can raise Diana to be better than her.

Beatrice’s stoic face flickers only for a second, just long enough for Ava to regret her actions before Beatrice speaks again.

"I was adopted. Kind of." If that’s the only explanation Beatrice plans to give, Ava will lose her mind trying not to dig more out of her. For now, Ava doesn’t say anything, she waits for Beatrice to ponder her next move. "It’s unusually complicated."

"Well, I am willing to try my best to understand your complicated." God, she sounds so eager, so desperate to know more about quiet, mysterious, gentle Beatrice. Beatrice laughs and Ava is certain it is the most beautiful sound she’s ever heard.

"That was my polite way of asking you not to pry." Ava’s heart stutters and her stomach churns and oh no, she’s ruined this and - "I’m not technically adopted, but my parents threw me out when I was ten. Shannon’s family took me in. She’s basically my sister but not?"

The lilt at the end of her sentence is accompanied by scrunched eyebrows and a tilted head and Beatrice looks so much like a confused puppy Ava can barely contain the urge to pinch her cheeks.

"It sounds like she’s a sister in all the ways that matter." Beatrice smiles at her words, nodding softly before shaking her head and staring at her shuffling feet.

"Yeah, I guess she is."

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#warrior nun #ava silva #avatrice #sister beatrice #warrior nun s2 #bea and ava #warrior nun season 2 #wn s2 #save warrior nun #warrior nun netflix #ava x beatrice #wn rewatch #warrior nun season two #ao3 writer #ao3 fic #ao3 #renew warrior nun #warrior nun s1 #fic: like the princess #babysitting au

[exo-wvrse-bbl]

24/03/24 - d.o.

Good morning Are you resting well on the weekend~

Now the weather is slowly getting warmer🤘🏻

Seems like everyone is doing great and healthy, very good

I’m also doing great preparing very healthily~

Ah, as for what I’m preparing, i’m preparing for the album~

Something that matches the weather that is slowly getting warmer Its soon, the weather is getting warmer soon right

Now let’s eat

What to eat What are you planning to eat?

Kimchi frdye rice is typo for kimchi fried rice right? Kkkkk I’m not making fun of you Kimchi frdye rice kk I’m curious so i asked, really

That’s toner *kkkkkkkkkk Oh stimulated I don’t feel anything, instead i feel good if people can remember it even more

Let’s come back, what did you say we eat? Ah seems like there are so many of you who have eaten lunch

Woah makguksu (buckwheat noodle) sounds yum

Woah McMorning sounds good too

Ah that’s right, for people abroad it will be hard to have korean menus

For today, shall we go for something general that everyone can eat

I’ll let you know a menu i eat well

For ramyeon, these days Ma-Yeol ramyeon is really good Ma-yeol ramyeon is spicier than regular yeol ramyeon, and yet its just as good!

If you cant eat spicy, you can have jin ramyeon non-spicy flavor, among all the non-spicy ramyeon it is the best!

Kkkkkkk jin ramyeon non-spicy is too much? Why, its yummy though…?

Woah its just half-half now, you guys are certain with your likes and dislikes

Everyone have their own taste, so we should respect each other, having good terms🤟🏻

For those who likes chinese pepper, put chinese pepper powder or oil on yukgaejang cup ramyeon, and try it, its so yummy Ah im so hungry Talking about food is dangerous for sure, right

Okay, for those who hasn’t eaten, eat soon, and those who have, eat something good for dinner~~

I’ll contact you again🙋🏻

*his line from the dermatory ad

source in desc

#exo #exo k #d.o. #kyungsoo #bubble

[mandomover]

The Rookie

Chapter Twenty - Dinner date, Javi’s late

You get a much deserved chance to relax and catch up with Murphy, Connie and Javi.

Warnings: swearing, smoking, drinking, angsty feelings

Words: 2450

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A/N: ok I’m sorry it’s gotten a bit shit. It trailed off for a bit and I lost the way of it so some of it reads a bit too fillery but I swear I have a game plan! I still love Rookie and this version of soft Javi but bare with me- I’m a few weeks off popping a human out, I’m ill af with sinus and chest infections and I’m feeling super sorry for myself so hang tight. I’ll get back to it soon I swear 💕

You settle back in your chair, setting the knife and fork side by side on the dinner plate, nursing your full belly with a groan.

“Jesus Connie, that was amazing!”

“Thanks,” she grins.

“Just one of the many reasons I married this wonderful lady,” Murphy pipes up, shoveling another forkful of noodles into his mouth.

“Oh stop it,” she beams, looking bashful.

“Yeah, truly delicious Con,” Javi mumbles after swallowing his mouthful.

You were so hungry you shoved your food in like you hadn’t eaten in days, only speaking really once you finished, allowing Connie and Murphy to carry the conversation, mostly about Olivia and how she was settling into her new home, which apparently was like a duck to water.

“Oh I’ll clear these then we can get dessert sorted, it’s getting late,” Connie exclaims, pushing back from the table and reaching for your empty plate.

“Yeah sorry Con, meeting ran a little over.”

“Where was your meeting?” you ask suspiciously.

“Downtown.”

“Who was there?”

“Informants.”

“What kind of informants?” You knew fine rightly the kind of informants Javier Peña used to keep on a regular basis and while he hadn’t mentioned any of them recently, that didn’t mean he wasn’t still receiving information from them.

“None that concern you.” He gave your thigh a squeeze under the table that implied ‘leave it’ but he left his warm palm on your leg so you didn’t take too much offense by his tone of voice. While it should have given you goosebumps to be shot down, it made you feel protected, and safe, even though being in the Murphy’s place made you feel just as safe as being anywhere else with Javi. But it was still a strange sensation, Javi’s calloused hand on your denim clad leg. Comfortable; like everything about Javi, but dangerous in a way that made your stomach clench in excitement.

You looked at the clock on the wall, noting that it was well past eleven. Javi wasn’t kidding when he said he’d be a little late, but you still weren’t convinced by his noncommittal answers.

Connie tried to balance a plate and crockery together but they slipped and Murphy’s hand shot out to catch a falling knife from the plate.

“Here let me help,” you said, jumping up from your seat and grabbing the most haphazard looking items off Connie.

You followed her into the kitchen, as Javi rose from the table pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket, taking himself out to the balcony for a smoke, and you set the dishes into the sink before moving to the fridge and lifting out a fresh beer. You chugged the neck before leaning back against the counter, watching Connie as she bustled around the kitchen preparing dessert.

“How are you and Javi?”

“Yeah, good thanks. We’ve got a good routine and it works, gets the best out of us work wise.”

“Mm I bet. How are the living arrangements?”

“The living arrangements?”

“You and Javi living together.”

“Oh we’re not-“

“I take Olivia out for a walk at seven every morning. Don’t act like I don’t see you coming out of his, wearing his sweats and shirts.”

Your face flushed as you splutter out a response.

“Oh well, it’s just a handy arrangement, I don’t think-“

“I didn’t think anything of it, I’m obviously not privy to the workplace drama or romances. But then Steve saw one morning and if he noticed something and it got his tail wagging then I knew something must be going on.”

“There’s nothing happening I swear. I would tell you. He’s helping me out. I-“

You stop, afraid that by admitting out loud to someone else what’s been happening, it might make the reasons for it more concrete and give your brain a reason to do it again.

“I had a panic attack. And it wasn’t the first time. I haven’t had one while in Columbia but it was a bad one and Murphy and Javi were there to witness it after a chase, and Javi helped me out of it. So he’s just keeping an eye on me. Making sure I’m OK.”

Connie sets the knife she was using to cut the cheesecake down and turns to envelope you in a tight embrace.

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know.”

“It’s OK,” you shrug, a little embarrassed. “It’s just nice I guess to not have to worry as much when I’m with Javi. I mean don’t get me wrong, it’s hella convenient, but I feel like I won’t have another one if I’m with him and I can’t lose that focus right now. If I start down that road again and someone else finds out, I’ll get pulled from this mission. Can’t have a basket case on the payroll can you?”

You take another swig, looking at your feet while your face reddens deeper and Connie turns back to the dessert, giving you some privacy while she plates the food.

“Why do you think being with Javi will stop you having another one?”

“I just… I feel like…”

You trail off, not sure how to put into words the feelings being in Javi’s presence gives you. You feel like you belong there, right by his side. He’s a dick to a lot of people but with you he’s soft and genuine and vulnerable and you’re the same with him, and very rarely in this lifetime have you known someone who can evoke those feelings from within you. You feel safe; like you know he’s a good shot if it came down to it, but you feel protected, safe from the outside world be it physical damage or mental damage or anything that could make you feel sad or hurt. Spending every moment with him the past while has crippled you though, because the rare moments you’re apart, it hurts you to watch him go and you feel like a part of you is missing.

“Do you like him?”

“Course I do. Wouldn’t spend so much time with him if I didn’t.”

“You know what I mean,” she raises an eyebrow at you skeptically and crosses her arms expectantly, waiting for the truth.

“Fuck, I don’t know. I just know I can’t be away from him.”

Connie purses her lips in thought before turning back to the dessert.

“I haven’t seen Javi like this before. I mean, he’s always quiet and I know he’s a hard shell to crack, but Steve talks about this lonely hardass ‘Bogotá Batchelor’ and with you here every day, he hasn’t had to go anywhere else to seek solace and that’s been nice. For everyone. And that’s not like Javi. He’s so comfortable around you. It’s like you’re already a couple. You’re not a couple are you?”

“No,” you laugh. “I’m pretty sure I would know. And it’s not like that.”

“Are you sure? I saw the way he looked straight for you when he came in, and the little touches during dinner. I might be married but I’m not blind.”

You laugh again and shake your head.

“I swear, nothing’s happening. We’re not like that.”

“You’re telling me nothing has ever happened?”

You scratch the back of your neck, wincing slightly as you catch her appraising look from under your furrowed brow.

“We, um, slept together once. It was about a month ago. But we kind of fell out and only just reconciled a week or so ago so I don’t think we’ll ever test our friendship like that again.”

You didn’t need to include the kiss last week, because you definitely had no idea what the fuck that meant.

“Ahh.”

“What?”

“Steve said you and Javi had both been strange for a while but wouldn’t go into specifics. Just got really annoyed when I asked after you guys. Makes sense now.”

“Yeah you could say we were acting like dicks.”

She watches you with the flicker of a smile on her lips then questions you, “were you acting like that because you genuinely felt awkward about crossing those lines, or because your heart realized it was something you actually wanted but your mind hadn’t got the memo yet?”

Your mouth falls open and you’re stuck for something to say. What Connie said resonates with you and you wonder if your head and your heart are aligned at all? You're falling apart as it is, you can’t have them not on the same page. But as usual you push the realisation that you need to face these feelings, away to a locked compartment in your brain and traipse into the dining room after Connie, flashing a smile at Javi and a Murphy, the former who is watching you from the balcony while he draws a smoke.

Dessert is fantastic, and you’re most definitely full to the brim now, sure you’ll pop if you squeeze even one more bite in.

You lounge in your chair so you can finish your beer, Javi’s thick arm slung casually over the back of your chair and you can’t help but hyperfixate on his position. The way he’s left it there, casual in its placement, has caused his body to shift, turning into you slightly and you can’t help feel like he’s still trying to protect you, caged territorially around you like an animal sheltering its pride.

Connie throws you an all knowing smirk across the table and you stifle your coughing fit by sinking the remainder of your drink, wiping the escaped droplets with the back of your hand.

You rise to put the empty bottle in the trash, lifting other empties on your way to the kitchen and as you place the last bottle into the can, Javi peers around the doorframe, shining eyes lit up.

“Coming upstairs?”

You nod and smile at him, setting the lid down.

His shoulders seem to relax like a balloon that’s released the air, as though his shoulders were hunched in anticipation of you saying anything other than ‘yes.’ A wary grin spreads across his face and he nods towards the front door, pulling himself backwards out of the kitchen. You sigh as you hear him make his goodbyes and wonder why you over-thought the seating position at the table at all. He’s your best friend. And he told you that nothing would happen on his end. Of course he would lean an arm around you while he’s relaxing at the table. Of course he would give you a reassuring squeeze on your leg. You care about each other deeply, in a purely platonic way so that’s how you show affection and care in this scenario. Your relationship is heightened because of the stressful non stop situation you’re in. Sure you slept together but there were no feelings there, that’s why the following few weeks were awkward. Then you kissed him out of nowhere but think of the day you had had. Heightened emotions on top of heightened emotions. But you’re not awkward now. You’re friends again. Taking care of each other in the little ways you can while on a shitty mission like this one. You’re not stupid. Javi’s a hard man, reserved and simple but he’s let you in enough to peel away some of those layers so you’re not going to fuck that up again. So you say your goodbyes and follow him up the stairs.

You throw yourself onto the top of the bed, sated and sluggish after a few more beers with Javi, lounging against the headboard while he pokes about his drawers for a T-shirt for you to sleep in. His brow is furrowed and he slams the drawer shut, wrenching open the next one down.

“What’s up?”

“Have you actually used all my T-shirts and not returned a single one?” he accuses.

“I haven’t been home much to wash them and bring them back! I’ll get round to it. You’re bound to have something for me to borrow.”

“You’re at the point now where you’re looking the clothes off my very back.”

“It’s a nice shirt,” you protest.

He laughs, a real belly laugh and pulls his shirt off his head, revealing his golden chest.

“I’m kidding!” you squeal, covering your eyes childishly and pretending to peek through your fingers as he balls it up and throws it at you. “There’s bound to be something.”

“Cariño, you’re bleeding me dry here.”

You jump up and go to his wardrobe, noseying through his suits and shirts until you find an old jumper at the back, a thin layer of dust sheening the shoulders.

“Jesus when did you last wear this?”

“Some date a while ago.”

“Javi Peña doesn’t date.”

“Yes I do. They just need to be worth it.”

“The only girls you know are me, Connie, and your informants from the whore houses,” you snort, turning away from Javi and pulling your shirt off, replacing it with the jumper. “You need to broaden your horizons.”

You turn back around, looking at Javi, mustache bristling and wide hands splayed on his hips.

He lifts his gaze from the floor and looks at you expectedly.

“What?”

He doesn’t answer, dark eyes smoldering into yours before he shrugs and sits to pull his jeans off and climb into bed, almost as if he were deciding to say something or not.

You shirk your own jeans, dumping them on the foot of the bed for you to roll back on tomorrow morning for your traipse home to shower and change before work and roll the sleeves of the long jumper up to free your hands, pulling the sheet right around you and snuggling in. You eye Javi, lying on his back with his hands behind his head looking up at the ceiling distractedly.

“I’ll go home tomorrow and wash all your stuff, I swear.”

“Good. You may aswell bring some of your own stuff back too so you stop stealing mine.”

He leans over, turns off the light and rolls back towards you, pulling you in tight to his body. “Would save us some time dropping you off at yours every morning too, you’re taking longer every day and all the good coffee’s gone by the time we arrive at the office.”

He places a gentle kiss to your forehead and nuzzles his face against your hair, getting himself comfortable for the night.

It’s much later and you can hear Javi’s soft snores against your cheek telling you he’s sound asleep but you’re a million miles away from sleep. Your mind is racing, pouring over Connie’s comments and your own thoughts about them, and Javi’s last remark.

What did he mean by ‘bring some of your own stuff back too?’

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#kpweek2022 day 4: made-to-order

vegaspete & macau, humor, trauma builds character, noodles, <1K

thanks to @mortimerlatrice for the beta ❤️

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"How did you know?" Pete says breathlessly, mouth parting slightly as he watches Vegas deftly lift the steaming noodles off of the plate with his chopsticks.

Vegas blows on the noodles gently, maintaining eye contact with Pete all the while. "Macau snitched on you, baby. Heard you ordered this as hospital take-out for two weeks straight." He tsks. "You should know better. You need good, healthy food." He leans in closer to Pete. “But you deserve a treat today, so I made this for you.”

Pete feels himself leaning in, fully caught up in Vegas’s magnetism. His mouth drops open a little more, and Pete watches as Vegas’s eyes flicker down to his lips and back.

“Are you hungry, hmm?” Vegas says, voice low and smooth.

“Yes,” Pete says, “yes, Vegas, please-”

“Oh god,” a voice groans from the doorway, “are you fucking kidding me.”

“Go away, Macau,” Vegas says, not sparing him a single glance.

“I live here too!” he yells. “I just want some damn food, is that so much to ask for, and instead my eyes are being assaulted because you two idiots are being all sappy in public-”

Vegas sighs, puts the noodles back down as he shakes his head in exasperation. “If I want to feed my boyfriend in my own goddamn kitchen, that’s my god-given right-”

“Oh, yeah, you’re just feeding him. You’re not eye-fucking him or anything. I’m not actually blind, but I am way too young for this, and you’re traumatizing me for life-”

Pete turns his gaze to Macau, eyes big and wide and sad. “Macau, don’t say that. We don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Do you want to eat with us?” He pats the chair next to himself helpfully.

“Yeah, Macau,” Vegas says, smiling dangerously. “Come.” He jerks his head at the chair. “Sit.”

Macau gawps at them, then abruptly about-faces. “I have no rights here,” they hear him mutter under his breath as he marches himself out the door.

They hold still, waiting for the sound of heavy footsteps to fade into the distance — before Pete collapses in laughter.

Vegas sits back, grins raucously. "Good work, team," he says in English.

Pete is too busy snickering into his own shoulder to respond.

Vegas makes a show of checking his watch. “If he catches us making out in the stairwell in about… two hours, then we should be good.”

Pete looks back at Vegas, wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at him.

They’d found out very recently that Macau had been blatantly skipping school, putting on a show of leaving dejectedly through the front door and then climbing back in through the windows to slack off for the rest of the day. They’d found out because Macau had walked in on them scening in the living room, which they were only doing because they thought Macau was out of the house and at school. And then, of course, Macau had screeched the roof down.

Vegas was pissed, for a good number of reasons — primarily because they’d been planning that one for a while and now it feels like it’s been permanently ruined for them, but also because Macau’s grades aren’t anywhere near good enough for him to be playing hooky. So Vegas chewed him out, and then Macau shouted back at him, saying that they shouldn’t have been doing that kind of shit outside of their bedroom in the first place and — well. It was a mess.

(Pete’s just glad they hadn’t gotten far enough in the scene to where he would have been buck-naked and bent over on the floor. He doesn’t know if he would have recovered emotionally from that one.)

Anyways. They sorted it out. Vegas promised to draw clearer boundaries for their sex life, and Macau got his ass back into the classroom. But Vegas still thinks Macau deserves a bit of light torture for his transgressions. Hence, the PDA.

“Poor kid,” Pete says, finally catching his breath. “I’ll take him some food later.”

Vegas snorts. “You’re too nice to him. You’re making me look bad.”

“As if you wouldn’t do the same.”

Vegas rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deny it.

Pete beams at him for a long moment, then points haughtily at himself. “Now feed me,” he says.

“So demanding,” Vegas says, but he acquiesces, lifting the noodles again for Pete to slurp from his chopsticks. Pete lets out an mmn as he chews happily, the flavor bursting pleasantly in his mouth.

Vegas feeds him more noodles, watches him eat with the softest eyes and a small, rare smile.

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