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[#252] midnight munchies (One Punch Man)
Theme Prompt: 252 - Midnight Snack
Title: midnight munchies
Fandom: One Punch Man
Rating/Warnings: Gen/None
Bonus: No
Word Count: 993
Summary: Fubuki wakes up to find Psykos looking for a midnight snack.
Fubuki’s eyes opened to pitch darkness. She had been dreaming, but of what she couldn’t remember, the memory fast fading from her mind. In her sleep-addled state, she yawned, closed her eyes again, and reached out to Psykos beside her.
Empty air. She shot up and frantically patted around on the bed, but Psykos wasn’t here. Ice cold shot through her veins, and she wondered if she was still dreaming. Or perhaps that was what she had been dreaming of, Psykos being here, beside her, and being hers. Everything that happened, had it all been a dream? The rescue, the endless days trying to reach her, the reconciliation, had she dreamt it all?
A sudden clang from outside the room stopped Fubuki’s spiral and brought her back to her senses. Of course, Psykos had probably just gotten up for water or to use the bathroom. After all, her spot on the bed had not yet cooled, her warmth and scent was still suffusing the sheets. She breathed a sigh, trying to calm her pounding heart.
Fubuki swung herself out of bed and kicked on her slippers. Her eyes hadn’t quite adjusted to the darkness yet, so she stuck close to the wall as she tiptoed out. Rounding the corner, she saw a light in the kitchen and headed towards it.
There Psykos was. Hand rested on the open fridge door, hair tousled and hanging in her glasses-less face, standing there in her tank top and underwear and lit up in warm gold light. Fubuki stopped to watch, keeping silent as Psykos knelt down and squinted at the fridge shelves, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She tried not to blink, hoping the image would imprint itself on her mind, to be brought back and appreciated anew at any moment she wanted.
Eventually, Psykos stood back up and noticed her standing in the shadows.
“Is that you, Fubuki?” she called out.
Fubuki smiled and came towards her. “Who else?”
“You know I can barely see without my glasses.”
Psykos closed the fridge door, so that only the scant moonlight streaming through the windows kept the kitchen from complete darkness. She sat down at the table and Fubuki joined her at the seat facing across.
“You’ve got nothing good in your fridge.”
Fubuki gave an apologetic shrug. “I don’t cook a lot.”
“I’ve noticed.” She drummed her fingers on the table and exhaled. “Sorry if I woke you up. I get hungry so easily these days.”
“It’s okay. You were out for a long time.” Fubuki took Psykos’ hand in hers. “I could hardly get you to eat. So I’m glad.”
Truth be told she had barely eaten either, as whole days had slipped away spent in the psychic plane together. And with the task of physically taking care of Psykos, making sure she was fed and clean, it was only at the urging of her group members that she remembered to feed herself.
Psykos squeezed her hand. They sat together in silence for a moment, until a growling sound warbled out from Psykos’ stomach, and they couldn’t keep from bursting out laughing.
“Okay, I’ll go see what I have. Surely I can dig something out.”
Fubuki rummaged around in the fridge for a good few seconds, before alighting upon a tucked away block of cheese. She set it down on the table with a flourish.
“Let’s eat.”
Psykos poked at the block. “Are you sure this is still good?”
“Of course! Do you think I’d keep expired food in my fridge?”
“I know you have. At least, used to.”
She frowned. Perhaps the Fubuki of yesteryear did, but she’d gotten her act together since high school, a thought she then vocalized. Psykos shot her a wry look as if to say, have you? before unwrapping the cheese.
They broke off chunks together, and began stuffing their mouths.
“This is good,” Psykos said, her voice muffled by cheese.
“See?” She beamed at her, and Psykos rolled her eyes.
“You know, there’s nothing good to eat underground. Not many monsters know how to cook either.” She sighed and took another bite.
Fubuki thought back to those times they‘d spent after school stuffing their faces together at family restaurants or fast food chains, discussing their wild plans for world domination. How long ago it seemed.
“We’ve both been missing out on a good meal.”
“Well, we could go somewhere tomorrow,” Psykos said, finishing the last of her cheese. “Eat something tasty together.” She looked away. “...If you’d like.”
Fubuki gazed at Psykos, glowing late-night surreal in the moonlight, but oh-so-real in front of her.
“I would.”
She reached for Psykos’ hand again, who reached back and laced their fingers together. “Maybe… we could cook something together too.”
Laughing, Psykos shot back, “with all the ingredients you have in your fridge?”
Fubuki bit her lip, then grinned at Psykos. “Oh, come on. We could go grocery shopping tomorrow.” She ran her thumb up and down Psykos’ skin, a soothing gesture meant more so for herself. “…If you’d like.”
“Yes. I’d like that.” Psykos smiled, her dimples showing.
Fubuki wondered what sort of dish would most impress Psykos. Something fancy, perhaps, paired with wine. But she’d always had a bit of a sweet tooth, Fubuki remembered, although it was possible she’d since grown out of it. The thought was a little troubling. And of course there was the matter of whether they’d even be able to make it. Would she be good enough? The image of the kitchen wreathed in flames pushed insistently into her mind, and she winced.
Psykos tugged at her hand, snapping her back to reality. “Hey. We can worry about it tomorrow.” She tossed the now empty cheese wrapper into the bin. “And it’ll be magnificent.”
Fubuki nodded, relaxing.
Psykos stood up from the table, and came over to press a kiss to Fubuki’s forehead.
“But for now, let’s get back to bed.”
Title: midnight munchies
Fandom: One Punch Man
Rating/Warnings: Gen/None
Bonus: No
Word Count: 993
Summary: Fubuki wakes up to find Psykos looking for a midnight snack.
Fubuki’s eyes opened to pitch darkness. She had been dreaming, but of what she couldn’t remember, the memory fast fading from her mind. In her sleep-addled state, she yawned, closed her eyes again, and reached out to Psykos beside her.
Empty air. She shot up and frantically patted around on the bed, but Psykos wasn’t here. Ice cold shot through her veins, and she wondered if she was still dreaming. Or perhaps that was what she had been dreaming of, Psykos being here, beside her, and being hers. Everything that happened, had it all been a dream? The rescue, the endless days trying to reach her, the reconciliation, had she dreamt it all?
A sudden clang from outside the room stopped Fubuki’s spiral and brought her back to her senses. Of course, Psykos had probably just gotten up for water or to use the bathroom. After all, her spot on the bed had not yet cooled, her warmth and scent was still suffusing the sheets. She breathed a sigh, trying to calm her pounding heart.
Fubuki swung herself out of bed and kicked on her slippers. Her eyes hadn’t quite adjusted to the darkness yet, so she stuck close to the wall as she tiptoed out. Rounding the corner, she saw a light in the kitchen and headed towards it.
There Psykos was. Hand rested on the open fridge door, hair tousled and hanging in her glasses-less face, standing there in her tank top and underwear and lit up in warm gold light. Fubuki stopped to watch, keeping silent as Psykos knelt down and squinted at the fridge shelves, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She tried not to blink, hoping the image would imprint itself on her mind, to be brought back and appreciated anew at any moment she wanted.
Eventually, Psykos stood back up and noticed her standing in the shadows.
“Is that you, Fubuki?” she called out.
Fubuki smiled and came towards her. “Who else?”
“You know I can barely see without my glasses.”
Psykos closed the fridge door, so that only the scant moonlight streaming through the windows kept the kitchen from complete darkness. She sat down at the table and Fubuki joined her at the seat facing across.
“You’ve got nothing good in your fridge.”
Fubuki gave an apologetic shrug. “I don’t cook a lot.”
“I’ve noticed.” She drummed her fingers on the table and exhaled. “Sorry if I woke you up. I get hungry so easily these days.”
“It’s okay. You were out for a long time.” Fubuki took Psykos’ hand in hers. “I could hardly get you to eat. So I’m glad.”
Truth be told she had barely eaten either, as whole days had slipped away spent in the psychic plane together. And with the task of physically taking care of Psykos, making sure she was fed and clean, it was only at the urging of her group members that she remembered to feed herself.
Psykos squeezed her hand. They sat together in silence for a moment, until a growling sound warbled out from Psykos’ stomach, and they couldn’t keep from bursting out laughing.
“Okay, I’ll go see what I have. Surely I can dig something out.”
Fubuki rummaged around in the fridge for a good few seconds, before alighting upon a tucked away block of cheese. She set it down on the table with a flourish.
“Let’s eat.”
Psykos poked at the block. “Are you sure this is still good?”
“Of course! Do you think I’d keep expired food in my fridge?”
“I know you have. At least, used to.”
She frowned. Perhaps the Fubuki of yesteryear did, but she’d gotten her act together since high school, a thought she then vocalized. Psykos shot her a wry look as if to say, have you? before unwrapping the cheese.
They broke off chunks together, and began stuffing their mouths.
“This is good,” Psykos said, her voice muffled by cheese.
“See?” She beamed at her, and Psykos rolled her eyes.
“You know, there’s nothing good to eat underground. Not many monsters know how to cook either.” She sighed and took another bite.
Fubuki thought back to those times they‘d spent after school stuffing their faces together at family restaurants or fast food chains, discussing their wild plans for world domination. How long ago it seemed.
“We’ve both been missing out on a good meal.”
“Well, we could go somewhere tomorrow,” Psykos said, finishing the last of her cheese. “Eat something tasty together.” She looked away. “...If you’d like.”
Fubuki gazed at Psykos, glowing late-night surreal in the moonlight, but oh-so-real in front of her.
“I would.”
She reached for Psykos’ hand again, who reached back and laced their fingers together. “Maybe… we could cook something together too.”
Laughing, Psykos shot back, “with all the ingredients you have in your fridge?”
Fubuki bit her lip, then grinned at Psykos. “Oh, come on. We could go grocery shopping tomorrow.” She ran her thumb up and down Psykos’ skin, a soothing gesture meant more so for herself. “…If you’d like.”
“Yes. I’d like that.” Psykos smiled, her dimples showing.
Fubuki wondered what sort of dish would most impress Psykos. Something fancy, perhaps, paired with wine. But she’d always had a bit of a sweet tooth, Fubuki remembered, although it was possible she’d since grown out of it. The thought was a little troubling. And of course there was the matter of whether they’d even be able to make it. Would she be good enough? The image of the kitchen wreathed in flames pushed insistently into her mind, and she winced.
Psykos tugged at her hand, snapping her back to reality. “Hey. We can worry about it tomorrow.” She tossed the now empty cheese wrapper into the bin. “And it’ll be magnificent.”
Fubuki nodded, relaxing.
Psykos stood up from the table, and came over to press a kiss to Fubuki’s forehead.
“But for now, let’s get back to bed.”
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