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A Bento for Kento

Chapter 3: Love Language

Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Word Count: ~4.1k

cw: none, just fluff and delicious food

Summary: You do some internet sleuthing. Ren visits Jujutsu High for the first time. Nanami keeps a secret in his pocket. And a wild Gojo appears!

Notes: This chapter’s bento is inspired by this recipe: Chicken Meatballs. Thanks for all those that have read, reblogged, liked, and/or commented so far, hope you’re enjoying it!

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This week’s bento features teriyaki chicken meatballs over a bed of white rice with a side of steamed broccoli. You elegantly drizzle teriyaki sauce on the top, the finishing touch is a sprinkle of sesame seeds. Aesthetics matter, you think to yourself, impressed by your arrangement. You repeat the meticulous process inside the Hello Kitty bento box.

When you’re done, you admire your creation. An idea pops in your head, inspired by the many viral videos you’ve watched. As a cute, personal touch, a small note can be included in the meal. It’s usually words of affirmation, sometimes even a funny joke. You take two sticky notes from your desk and write a different message on each, smiling proudly as you insert each one inside the cover of the containers.

Ren comes out of his room, ready for his Monday lesson. He joins you at the table to eat breakfast. “Morning, sis!”

“Morning! Are you excited for your lessons this week?” you ask, taking a bite out of your toast.

“Yeah! We might do one of our lessons out of the office. Nanami said he wants to show me around the school. I’m excited.” He takes a forkful of eggs into his mouth, grinning.

“That sounds fun. It’s nice to change scenery once in a while.” You take a sip of coffee. “So do you like your mentor? Nanami, right?”

“Yup, he’s pretty cool. At first, he seems super serious, which he totally is. But I think we’re getting along well. He knows I’m taking these lessons seriously. I think that’s why he likes me.”

“Is he the grumpy old teacher type?” you ask, jokingly.

He chuckles. “He’s definitely grumpy. But he’s not old. He’s probably your age.”

This sparks your curiosity. You can’t help but wonder what he looks like, just to put a face to a name.

Ren continues. “Anyways, we’re making a lot of progress together. He’s a really good teacher. He’s opened my eyes to a lot of things.”

Part of your smile fades as you say, “Well, it sounds like you’re learning a lot from this Nanami guy. I hope you’re not planning on replacing me with him.” You’re kidding, of course, though there is a hint of actual jealously there.

Smirking, he reassures, “Don’t be jealous, sis! He’s not as fun as you are, trust me. I told you, he’s super serious. Sometimes I wonder what he does fun. He probably reads.”

“Hey, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that!” you exclaim, throwing a grape at him. “He sounds interesting. I should meet him one day, just to size him up.”

In all seriousness, you actually want to check this guy out, confirm that this man isn’t negatively influencing your sibling in any way. You still have no idea what these “lessons” consist of, or what this Jujutsu High is. This creep could be teaching your baby brother how to be a deviant.

Finished with breakfast, he gets up to retrieve his backpack, bentos packed securely in place. “You have nothing to worry about. He’s a good guy.” He pats you affectionately on the shoulder before leaving.

You sit at the table for a little while longer, contemplating while you play with the stray crumbs on your plate. Minutes later, you text Ren:

You: What’s your mentor’s full name again?

Ren: Kento Nanami

Ren: why?

You: just curious, thanks!

Let the internet sleuthing begin.

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This week, Nanami plans to take Ren on a tour of Jujutsu High. He insisted Gojo visit sometime on Monday to give Ren an overview of the rules and general layout, hoping to prepare his student before he first steps foot on campus. It can be overwhelming for a first timer, he’s well aware of that.

As expected, Gojo does not give him an exact time for when he’ll arrive. Nanami’s attempts at extracting an answer from his flake of a friend are useless. I’ll get there when I get there, Nanamin! I’m a busy man! is all Gojo texts him, after being pestered for the third time about his current location.

The day isn’t wasted, however. In typical fashion, Nanami planned accordingly with some new material to teach Ren, already predicting this type of behavior from Gojo. Lunch time approaches and he still hasn’t shown up. Growing impatient, Nanami decides to take their break now. If Gojo pops in while they’re eating, he’ll just have to wait.

Ren hands the Hello Kitty bento box to Nanami, this gesture becoming a small tradition between them. “Thank you, Nakamura,” he says, walking over to his desk. “I’m going to the break room to make my tea. Would you like anything from the vending machine?”

“Hm, maybe a Pocari Sweat?”

After Nanami brews his tea and a purchases Ren’s beverage, he returns to the room, ready for another delicious treat courtesy of the older sister. As he sets the drink on Ren’s desk, he sneaks a peek at his open container, spotting meatballs and some type of glaze over a bed of rice. The smell is intoxicating, his mouth watering from the inviting aroma.

Surprisingly, the food is untouched. Usually, when Nanami comes back from the breakroom, his student is halfway finished with his meal. He glances over at Ren to see what’s distracting him. He is staring at the inside cover of his bento box, a warm smile spread across his face.

Curious, Nanami asks, “Is everything alright?”

He looks at Nanami and answers, “My sister left me a note.” He flips over the cover to show it. In neat handwriting, the memo reads:

Happy Monday, booger! Have the best day ever!

A little heart and smiley face are scribbled at the end.

Nanami raises a brow, amused. “Booger?”

Ren chuckles. “Just a little nickname she calls me sometimes. Maybe there’s another one for me in your box! Can you tell me what it says when you see it?”

Agreeing, Nanami sits at his desk. For some reason, he’s nervous to open it. As if he’s intruding on something intimate, something personal. He uncovers it slowly, examining the top for a note. In the same handwriting as the other, a message is displayed:

The world is a better place with you in it. Always remember that.

There’s strange tightness in his chest upon reading those words. He glances at Ren, who is now his normal self, devouring his meatballs whole. Focused back on his desk, he quietly takes the note off the cover and pockets it.

Ren, mouth full, asks, “Is there anything?”

Nanami contemplates for a few seconds, then responds, “No, there isn’t.” He starts eating a meatball, which tastes even better than he imagined. Though, his mind is distracted by the fact that he just lied about something so trivial, so insignificant. Why?

“Ah, okay.” Observing his own note again, Ren laughs. “Can’t believe she’s still calling me booger! Ha!” He takes a sip of Pocari Sweat and continues to eat, blissfully unaware that his own mentor is hiding a secret in his pants pocket.

Nanami stuffs more food into his mouth in silence, questioning his own motives regarding this damn piece of paper. His hand slides into his pocket, feeling for it, remembering the words scrawled over it.

The world is a better place with you in it. Always remember that.

He knows it wasn’t written for him. Of course he knows that.

However, there’s an odd sensation coursing through his being. An unusual tightness in his chest spurred by a simple statement attached to the back of Hello Kitty’s face. Whatever this sensation is, Nanami reasons that this is what compelled him to lie about the note.

A few more moments of contemplation, he realizes something as he finishes his last meatball. The true reason why he is acting this way.

He wants to pretend it’s for him.

Gojo finally arrives as soon as Ren and Nanami are finished with their food. “Hello, my dear friends!” he greets happily.

Nanami wipes his mouth with a napkin and closes the box. Just as he’s about to hand the empty container to Ren, his friend squeals, “Nanamin, wait. What is that?!” Even behind the blindfold, it’s obvious that Gojo’s eyes are filled with glee.

“It was my lunch,” he answers, nonchalant.

Gojo’s grin widens, as he squeals again. “I need to take a picture of this! You and Hello Kitty! Nanamin, this is just adorable.” He takes his phone out and starts snapping away before Nanami can hide his face behind his hand.

“Stop it. You are awful.” He slides the bento over to Ren, still trying to conceal himself from his annoying friend’s ridicule.

Gojo turns to Ren, showing him what he captured. “Isn’t this so precious? Little Nanami with Hello Kitty. This day can’t get any better.”

They giggle with each other while Nanami sighs heavily, palm pressed against his forehead in aggravation. “Can we just get on with this, Gojo? And delete those photos immediately.”

“No way. The world is better a place now because of these,” Gojo teases, swiping through his phone, a smug grin plastered on his face.

Nanami begins to blush, remembering the note. He sticks his hand in his pocket and feels for it again, making sure it’s still there. He clears his throat, speaking a bit louder. “Okay, enough. Let’s move on.”

After more snickering between Gojo and Ren, they finally get back on track. As Gojo introduces Jujutsu High to Ren, Nanami takes this opportunity to zone out. He stares at his desk, thinking of food, Hello Kitty, and his dumb friend taking those incriminating photos. Occasionally, he brushes his hand over his pants, rubbing the outline of the note. The one that is not his. What’s the harm in pretending? It makes him feel good. It makes him feel appreciated.

He slyly removes it out of his pocket and sets it inside his suitcase, where it’s safe. The last thing he needs is Gojo having any more leverage against him than he already has. If it accidentally falls into the wrong hands, specifically Gojo’s, he’d never hear the end of it.

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During your break, you decide to investigate Ren’s teacher. You type the name “Kento Nanami” into the search bar. The top result is a blog post from a finance company you’ve never heard of. Clicking on it, you notice the article is a few years old. It features five different employees from the company, each one having a picture with a small blurb beside it. You scroll towards the middle of the page and find what you’re looking for.

Name: Kento Nanami

Age: 23

Position: Senior Stockbroker

About: Kento Nanami is one of our youngest and most successful stockbrokers. He started working for our company straight out of high school and has excelled ever since. Hobbies include eating, drinking, cooking, and reading. He enjoys helping others and has been an asset to us during the onboarding process for new employees. His favorite part of working for this company is the salary because it helps him fund his addiction to bread.

You laugh out loud at the last part. Then, you notice his picture. It’s a professional headshot, probably taken in the office for the purpose of this post. His blond hair is parted on the side with loose strands falling over his forehead. He has a sharp nose and cheeks that are slightly sunken, maybe due to the stress of being a stockbroker. The spotted tie he’s wearing over his navy-blue button up stands out. It’s an interesting pattern, but for some reason, it works. His expression is neutral, neither smiling, nor frowning. He looks serious, just as Ren described him.

You stare at him a bit longer and you smile to yourself.

He is handsome.

But why the sudden change in career? Based on his description, he was doing well as a stockbroker. Why would he leave? And what exactly is he teaching your younger brother? Surely it isn’t lessons on stockbroking. Or is it? Is this some sort of pyramid scheme? They have their lessons in an office building, which is very suspicious to begin with.

You continue your web search and find nothing else outside of his previous occupation in finance. He doesn’t have any public social media pages and there is nothing mentioning current employment. Curious, you search Jujutsu High, only to be redirected to pages related to Jiu Jitsu, the Brazilian martial art. Anything related to Jujutsu doesn’t exist on public record.

Your inner alarm bells are ringing. This is strange. You’ve made it almost a month blindly trusting your brother, not asking too many questions. How much longer can you hold out for? You have no clue what Ren has gotten himself into and the constant mystery surrounding it has you worried.

Also, you know nothing about this Nanami fellow. He could be a creepy cult leader or a shady ex-stockbroker roping innocent youths into a Ponzi scheme, hiding behind an attractive suit and a pretty face. Either way, it’s suspicious.

Retrieving a small journal from your drawer, you jot down questions you want to ask Ren. You need answers to give you peace of mind. The rest of the summer can’t go on like this. If something terrible were to happen to him, you will never be able to forgive yourself. You have to know the truth.

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On Wednesday, Nanami brings Ren to Jujutsu High. He can tell that Ren’s mind is blown as soon as he steps foot through the protective barrier, jaw dropping and examining the campus, speechless.

They walk through the training grounds, watching students spar with each other. Ren observes them carefully, looking away briefly only to scribble notes. They watch for nearly an hour, Nanami explaining their moves and typical training regiments that are expected of first years.

Their tour through campus continues. Ren gazes up at the buildings, appreciating the architecture. It reminds Nanami of his experience as a Jujutsu High student. He doesn’t dwell on the past all too often but being here makes him reminisce, as if he never left.

Currently, there are no classes in session, so they take this opportunity to peek into each of the empty classrooms, ending with Gojo’s. There are plenty of windows, a sparse number of desks, and one big blackboard, displaying the remnants of whatever was taught in the most recent lesson. Nanami takes a couple of minutes to go over this with Ren.

Afterwards, they decide to take their break in one of the courtyards. Nanami is handed his usual bento box with Hello Kitty. He looks around to make sure Gojo isn’t nearby to tease him. With the coast clear, he uncovers the container, finding a note attached to the inside again. He purposefully positions himself across from Ren so that he can read the message in secret. Glancing over at his student, who is distracted by his own meal, Nanami focuses on the familiar handwriting:

Have the best day ever! I love you!

Followed by three hand drawn hearts in a row.

His lip twitches into a small smile, admiring the words in front of him. Once again, he removes it and secures it in his pocket. He’s not exactly sure why he’s keeping them. Maybe he likes having it within reach for a quick pick-me-up. Yesterday, he met with Gojo to exorcise a low-grade curse, and when he was home, he took Monday’s note out of his briefcase to read it again: The world is a better place with you in it. Always remember that.

The words replayed in his head as he soaked in the bath that night. It lingered in his mind as he prepared dinner, even when he was in bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep. That message gives him validation. What he’s doing now as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, and even as a mentor, makes a difference in the world. He is important.

However, this new note offers a different reaction, right in the pit of his stomach. A strange, fluttering feeling. He can’t remember the last time someone told him, “I love you.” In fact, he’s barely heard that phrase throughout his entire adult life.

Is he this desperate for affection? Enough to pretend that these words are actually for him? He’s actually envious of Ren for having someone like this in his life. A person who constantly reminds him how much he is loved, how special he is to this world. When will Nanami experience this for himself? He wonders if that will ever happen.

He catches himself, scoffing as he continues to eat. It’s silly, sentimental, and immature for him to be feeling this way. This is unlike him.

Ren breaks the silence, bringing Nanami back from his deep thoughts. “Hey Nanami, words of wisdom from my sister. ‘In life, we should all aim to be like meatballs: Well-seasoned and well-rounded.’” He flashes a smirk as he lets the joke sink in.

Nanami genuinely chuckles at the corny pun. “Clever.”

“She made huge ones today, just for fun. Wanna see?” Ren offers, scrolling through his phone. He faces his screen towards Nanami, showing a picture of a woman around Nanami’s age, wearing a black apron over pajamas. She smiles brightly at the camera, holding two massive meatballs in her hands, like trophies.

“She was so proud of them she had me take a picture,” Ren laughs, pulling his phone away.

It isn’t the giant hunks of meat that captures Nanami’s attention. It’s her smile, bright and endearing. Inviting and welcoming. The second thing he notices are her pajamas, obscured partially by the apron she wears over it. They are wasabi green in color with different types of sushi as the pattern. It’s cute. As much as Nanami despises using that word, there’s no other way to describe it.

And it’s not just the pajamas. She is cute.

He almost chokes on his meatball upon this revelation. Guilt sweeps over his body, ashamed that such a thought comes to his mind in front of his student. In front of her brother. He doesn’t even know this woman. One picture and he’s already thinking she’s cute.

A blush creeps up on his cheeks as he clenches his jaw, uncomfortable with the flurry of thoughts rushing into his head. He tries his hardest to stop thinking of her, but it’s too late. He imagines her standing in front of him smiling, holding out the Hello Kitty bento box filled with glorious food, reciting the words she scrawled on those pieces of paper.

The world is a better place with you in it. Always remember that. I love you, Nanami.

His entire face is hot, certain that it’s red all over. Thankfully, Ren is distracted by his phone as he munches on a piece of broccoli lazily.

Nanami can’t believe himself. He’s making up scenarios in his head about a woman he’s never even met before. No one should see him like this, so it takes all his willpower to calm down and remove all these ridiculous thoughts from his head.

With perfect timing, Gojo joins them in the courtyard, eating an apple and chatting with Ren. He takes a moment to tease Nanami, Hello Kitty still in front of him, but he doesn’t have the energy to care. Instead, he’s focused on appearing calm and stoic.

He decides for himself that he wants to know more about Ren’s sister, mentally noting what type of questions to ask without giving his true intentions away. Ren constantly praises his sister, it’s only natural for Nanami to wonder what she’s really like. The woman behind the bento.

It’s just curiosity, Nanami tells himself. That’s all it is. Nothing more.

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Friday arrives and you send your brother off with his two bentos. Tonight, you’re going to demand the truth. Not every single detail, but anything to put your mind at ease. You plan to butter him up first by going to the local street food fair and buying him all the Yakitori he desires. Then, maybe after some delicious soft serve, you’ll ambush him.

The best plans begin with food, right?

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Gojo suggests taking Ren on a low-risk mission, which Nanami hesitantly agrees to. He’s aware his pupil will not be the one fighting; he’s only there to observe. Still, he’s nervous. Although more mature than some other kids his age, he is a child that Nanami has temporarily taken under his wing.

On Friday, they stay in the office for the first half of the day, going over every possible detail he can about this mission. They agree to eat before heading out, following their usual routine: Ren distributes the bentos, Nanami heads down the hall to brew his tea and grab a drink from the vending machine for Ren. The two of them sit at their desks, eating their lunch while exchanging casual conversation.

Today, Nanami’s note says: Can’t wait to spend this weekend watching movies and baking cookies with you!There’s a doodle of the Cookie Monster surrounded by chocolate chip cookies. He takes it, sliding it into his briefcase, wondering what movies they enjoy watching together. He smiles thinking of the cookies, how wonderful their house will smell as they bake in the oven.

He looks over at Ren. “Any words of wisdom today?”

Ren shakes his head and responds, “Nope. All she said was ‘Happy Friday to the best brother ever.’” He stares at the note with a small frown.

“What’s wrong, Nakamura?”

He sighs, setting his fork down. “I don’t know. I feel guilty. I haven’t told my sister anything, and she’s been so great and supportive, but I just…” He stops, unsure what to say next.

“I understand where you’re coming from. What we do...well, it’s not easy to explain.”

“Exactly. Like, what do I even tell her? Hey sis, I think my biological parents were involved with some curse users and killed. Then I somehow inherited these strange powers and now I can see curses. How crazy would she think I am?!”

“Well, that is the truth, isn’t it?”

Ren scratches his head anxiously, not responding. Then, Nanami says, “You always talk about how supportive your sister is. Don’t you think you should give her some credit? She might be more understanding than you think.”

Still frowning, Ren replies, “Yeah, maybe you’re right. I just have to tell it to her straight and hope for the best. I mean, we’re going on a small mission today, right? We might be going on bigger ones in the future. What if something happens to me? She’s gonna see my mangled body and not even know what happened. I can’t do that to her. I won’t do that to her.” He goes back to eating his meatball, brows knit in deep thought.

Nanami is honestly impressed. Ren is a teenager, but he’s surprisingly mature and responsible. “So, do you think you’ll tell your sister tonight?”

“I think so. We’re planning to go to this street food festival nearby. Once we’re full of Takoyaki, I’ll tell her.”

Sounds fun, Nanami muses. “I hope your talk goes well.” He gives Ren a small smile, then returns to his lunch.

“Do you like street food, mentor?” Ren wonders, sipping on his drink.

“I do. I like Takoyaki as much as anyone, but I’m partial towards Taiyaki.” Pancake batter filled with sweetened red bean paste and shaped like a fish. Of course it’s Nanami’s favorite.

“Ha, you’re the same as my sister. She loves Taiyaki.”

Grinning, he wonders what other foods she might like. What other things they have in common with each other. Trying to play it cool, Nanami asks, “What’s your favorite, Nakamura?”

“Oh, it’s definitely Yakitori. I love meat!” Ren exclaims. He turns to face Nanami. “Hey, do you want to go to the festival with us? I’m sure my sister wouldn’t mind.”

Nanami’s heart thumps, actually considering it. Street food on a Friday night sounds amazing, but he should decline the offer. Tonight will be important for both Ren and his sister. The last thing they need is a gloomy Nanami hovering over them like a rain cloud.

“That’s alright. You have important matters to discuss, so I don’t want to intrude.” He pauses for a few seconds before adding, “But thank you for the invite.”

Ren smiles politely. “Maybe next time then. I’d really like you to meet her.”

Nanami thinks it at first, then decides to say it out loud.

“I’d like that, too.”

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bitbybitwrites · 10 months

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If I Can Make Your Heart My Home - Recipe and Song list - Chp 7, 8 and 9

Here is the music/recipe wrap-up for chapters 7, 8, and 9.

You can see the info under the cover art by @datshitrandom

Some spoilers are below, so if you'd like to read the fic first, click here

Click below for the recipe and song lists for:

Chapters 1, 2 and 3

Chapters 4, 5 and 6

To see the YouTube playlist for the fic, click here.

Chapter 7

Blaine's performance at the charity dinner

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Victoria Sponge Cake ( Blaine's comfort food made by his Nana)

Chapter 8

The music Blaine plays at Bethesda Fountain

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The mini Victoria Sponge cakes Kurt brings to Blaine as a present

The dog treats Kurt makes for Schubert

Chapter 9

Mood music for the chapter:

I'd like to think that if this fic was a movie or TV show and I was scoring it, the tea room would always be associated with classical music played on the piano.

1.) The first piece - Classical piano piece but a bit ominous, made me think of Sebastian's visit and how the staff was not looking forward to it

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2.)The second piece - the frenetic pace made me think of Chandler's high-end energy confrontation with Kurt in the kitchen

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3.)The third piece - Since Blaine is obviously associated with the cello in this fic, here we bring both of Kurt's two worlds together in a piano and cello selection. The piece is joyous and bouncy and made me think of how excited and happy Kurt is now that he and Blaine are going on their first date soon.

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The creme patissiere that Sebastian ruins on purpose

The mini fruit tarts Kurt was in process of making

The black sesame Creme Brulee that Chandler recommends:

Thanks again to everyone who has been reading the story! 💖💖💖

Chapter 10 will be posted soon!

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greekcookingmadeeasy · 2 years

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Greek Cheese Balls in 5′ with Yoghurt (no fillo) by Yiayia Deppy and Lunchbox #5

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Greek Cheese Balls in 5’ with Yoghurt (no fillo) by Yiayia Deppy and Lunchbox #5 – Tyropitakia Vrahakia Yiaourtiou twn 5’ (xwris fyllo) tis Yiayias Deppys kai Scholiko Kolatsio #5 BY: Greek Cooking Made Easy SUBSCRIBE TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL: https://www.youtube.com/greekcookingmadeeasy

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Makes around 35 cheese balls I have shared with you so many beloved recipes for Greek cheese pies aka Tyropita using fillo (phyllo) or other sorts of pastry. But boy, am I glad I found this hidden gem amongst my Yiayia’s old handwritten cookbook! My favorite childhood treat whenever I would visit her unexpectedly with my parents. She would batch them quickly in 5’, I’d help her shape the small balls and then I just glared amazed in front of her oven while they were slowly rising and turning golden. And 20’ later they were gobbled up in secs!! Super delicious, containing minimal ingredients that you usually have at home, they are the ideal snack or lunch for your child’s lunchbox (this is my 5th lunchbox idea). Check my recipe till the end to see how to fill it. Let me show you her delicious recipe, filled with wonderful memories that you can also create with your kids/grandkids. Suitable for lacto-ovo Vegetarians.

INGREDIENTS: Ingredients for the cheese Balls: • 4 cups / 500 gr / 1 lb 2 oz Self-raising Flour • ¾ cup / 200 gr / 7 oz Greek Strained Yoghurt (2% or 0% fat) • 2 large Eggs • ¾ cup / 190 ml Olive Oil or Vegetable Oil • 350 gr / 12 oz Feta cheese • Less than ½ cup / 50 gr / 1.75 oz grated Kefalotyri or Kefalograviera Cheese (altern: Pecorino, Manchego) • Ground Pepper • A bit Ground Salt • For glazing: 1 Egg, beaten • About 10 gr / 0.25 oz / 1 tbsp. Sesame and/or Black Sesame Seeds

Ingredients for School Lunchbox #5: • A container-lunch box with compartments • A flask with Water • 3 Cheese Balls • 1 hard-boiled Egg • 1 thick slice of Graviera Cheese (or any) • 3-4 Cherry tomatoes, 3-4 baby Carrots, 5-6 small Celery Sticks • 3-4 Green Olives (pitted) • A portion of Melitzanosalata Dip (with yoghurt) • 1 Kiwi, cut in half and a small spoon • A piece of Fanouropita Cake • 1 Napkin

METHOD: A. Prepare the easy dough: 1. Place the oil and 2 eggs in a large bowl and beat them together either by hand with a whisk or a hand mixer for 2’-3’. 2. Next, add the yoghurt.

3. Season with a bit Salt and ground Pepper. Blend them in. 4. Gradually, add the flour in the mix and continue beating (or knead by hand). 5. Add the grated cheese next.

6. To finish the easy dough, crumble the feta cheese with your fingers and beat just enough to blend it in.

7. Test if the dough is right by shaping one ball between your palms. It should be firm enough to form a small ball. Knead the dough just a bit with your hands. 8. Tip: If dough is too firm, add a bit more oil. If it is too runny and sticks to your fingers, add a bit more flour. 9. Line a large baking tray with parchment paper. 10. Take a dollop of dough and shape it into a small ball. Place it on the tray. 11. Continue shaping the cheese balls until all of your dough is finished, taking care that all balls are about the same size. 12. Correct the ones that are smaller or wrongly shaped.

13. To glaze them, brush each cheese ball with the (reserved) beaten egg. 14. Sprinkle some sesame seeds on top of each ball as well. 15. Ready for baking.

B. Baking instructions: 16. Bake the cheese balls in a preheated oven FAN @ 180℃/ 350℉ for about 20’-25’ or until they are golden all around (depends on the oven). 17. When ready, remove from the oven. Let them cool down.

C. Serving instructions: Crunchy on the outside while soft and fluffy inside.

The super easy Cheese balls may be served warm or at room temp. or even cold from the fridge. They are gobbled up in one mouthful before you even turn around! Guaranteed.

A wonderful finger food, perfect for school/work lunch or snack or a party.

D. Ideas for a School Lunchbox #5: Fill in your child’s lunch container with all the ingredients mentioned.

If you have a lunch box-container with compartments, separate savory foods from sweet foods by placing them on different compartments.

Ready for school!

Other ideas for a school lunchbox? See them all HERE

Try my beloved Yiayia Deppy’s super easy Cheese balls. You won’t regret it!

R U interested in more Recipes from my beloved Yiayia? See them all HERE

E. Storage info: You can store them in an airtight plastic bag with zipper either in the fridge for one week or in the freezer for 3 months.

Take a few out and let them thaw for a couple of hours before serving.

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Τυροπιτάκια Βραχάκια Γιαουρτιού των 5’ (χωρίς φύλλο) της Γιαγιάς Ντέπης και σχολικό Κολατσιό #5 BY: Greek Cooking Made Easy SUBSCRIBE TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL: https://www.youtube.com/greekcookingmadeeasy Φτιάχνει περίπου 35 Τυροπιτάκια Έχω μοιραστεί μαζί σας τόσες πολλές αγαπημένες συνταγές για τυρόπιτες χρησιμοποιώντας φύλλο ή άλλα είδη για τύλιγμα. Δεν ξέρετε όμως βρε παιδιά πόσο χαίρομαι που βρήκα αυτό το κρυμμένο στολίδι μέσα στο παλιό χειρόγραφο βιβλίο συνταγών της Γιαγιάς μου! Η αγαπημένη μου παιδική λιχουδιά όποτε την επισκεπτόμασταν ξαφνικά με τους γονείς μου. Τα ετοίμαζε γρήγορα μέσα σε 5', τη βοηθούσα να πλάσει τα μπαλάκια και μετά κοίταζα εκθαμβωμένη το φούρνο της, ενώ σιγά σιγά φούσκωναν και γίνονταν χρυσαφένια. Και 20' αργότερα τα καταβροχθίζαμε σε δευτερόλεπτα!! Σούπερ νόστιμα τυροπιτάκια, με ελάχιστα υλικά που συνήθως έχετε στο σπίτι, είναι το ιδανικό σνακ ή μεσημεριανό για το φαγητοδοχείο του παιδιού σας (αυτή είναι η 5η ιδέα μου για σχολικό κολατσιό). Δείτε τη συνταγή μου μέχρι το τέλος για να βρείτε πώς να το γεμίσετε. Ελάτε να σας δείξω τη νόστιμη συνταγή της, γεμάτη με υπέροχες αναμνήσεις που μπορείτε να δημιουργήσετε και εσείς με τα παιδιά/εγγόνια σας. Κατάλληλα για χορτοφάγους.

ΥΛΙΚΑ: Υλικά για τα τυροπιτάκια-βραχάκια: • 4 φλ. / 500 γρ / 1 lb 2 oz Αλεύρι που φουσκώνει μόνο του • ¾ φλ. / 200 γρ / 7 oz Στραγγιστό Γιαούρτι (2% ή 0% λιπαρά) • 2 μεγάλα Αυγά • ¾ φλ. / 190 ml Ελαιόλαδο ή Φυτικό Λάδι • 350 γρ / 12 oz τυρί Φέτα • Λιγότερο από ½ φλ. / 50 γρ / 1,75 oz τριμμένο Κεφαλοτύρι ή Κεφαλογραβ��έρα (εναλλακ: Pecorino, Manchego) • Φρεσκοτριμμένο Πιπέρι • Λίγο φρεσκοαλεσμένο Αλάτι • Για το γλασάρισμα: 1 Αυγό, χτυπημένο • Περίπου 10 γρ / 0,25 oz / 1 κ.σ. Σουσάμι ή/και Μαυροκούκι

Υλικά για το φαγητοδοχείο #5: • Ένα φαγητοδοχείο για σχολικό κολατσιό, με θήκες • Μια φιάλη με Νερό • 3 Τυροπιτάκια βραχάκια • 1 βραστό Αυγό, σφιχτό • 1 χοντρή φέτα τυρί Γραβιέρα (ή οποιοδήποτε) • 3-4 Ντοματίνια, 3-4 Καροτάκια, 5-6 κομματάκια Σέλερυ • 3-4 πράσινες Ελιές (χωρίς κουκούτσι) • Μια δόση Μελιτζανοσαλάτα (με γιαούρτι) • 1 Ακτινίδιο κομμένο στη μέση και ένα μικρό κουτάλι • Ένα κομμάτι Φανουρόπιτα Κέικ • 1 χαρτοπετσέτα

ΜΕΘΟΔΟΣ: Α. Ετοιμάστε την εύκολη ζύμη: 1. Σε ένα μεγάλο μπολ, ρίξτε το λάδι και τα 2 αυγά και χτυπήστε τα μαζί είτε με το σύρμα είτε με μίξερ χειρός για 2’-3’. 2. Στη συνέχεια, προσθέστε το γιαούρτι.

3. Προσθέστε λίγο αλάτι και πιπέρι. Ανακατέψτε τα. 4. Σταδιακά προσθέστε το αλεύρι στο μείγμα και συνεχίστε το χτύπημα (ή ζυμώστε με τα χέρια). 5. Στη συνέχεια προσθέστε το τριμμένο τυρί.

6. Για να τελειώσετε την εύκολη ζύμη, θρυμματίστε τη φέτα με τα δάχτυλά σας και ανακατέψτε τόσο όσο χρειάζεται για να ενσωματωθεί.

7. Δοκιμάστε αν η ζύμη είναι σωστή πλάθοντας μια μπάλα με τις παλάμες σας. Θα πρέπει να είναι αρκετά σφιχτή ώστε να σχηματιστεί η μπάλα. Ζυμώστε λίγο ακόμα τη ζύμη με τα χέρια σας. 8. Συμβουλή: Αν η ζύμη είναι πολύ σφιχτή, προσθέστε λίγο ακόμα λάδι. Αν είναι πολύ ρευστή και κολλάει στα δάχτυλά σας, προσθέστε λίγο ακόμα αλεύρι. 9. Στρώστε μια λαμαρίνα με λαδόκολλα. 10. Πάρτε ένα κομμάτι ζύμης και πλάστε τη σε μια μικρή μπάλα. Βάλτε τη στο ταψί. 11. Συνεχίστε να πλάθετε τις μπάλες τυριού μέχρι να τελειώσει όλη η ζύμη σας, φροντίζοντας όλες οι μπάλες να έχουν περίπου ίδιο μέγεθος. 12. Διορθώστε αυτές που είναι μικρότερες ή έχουν λάθος σχήμα.

13. Για να γλασάρετε, αλείψτε κάθε Τυροπιτάκι Βραχάκι με το (φυλαγμένο) χτυπημένο αυγό. 14. Πασπαλίστε και λίγο σουσάμι πάνω από κάθε τυροπιτάκι. 15. Έτοιμα για ψήσιμο.

Β. Οδηγίες ψησίματος: 16. Ψήστε τα Τυροπιτάκια Βραχάκια σε προθερμασμένο φούρνο, στον αέρα @ 180℃/ 350℉ για 20’-25’ περίπου ή μέχρι να χρυσίσουν παντού (εξαρτάται από τον φούρνο). 17. Όταν είναι έτοιμα, βγάλτε τα από το φούρνο. Αφήστε τα να κρυώσουν.

Γ. Οδηγίες σερβιρίσματος: Τραγανά απέξω αλλά αφράτα και ζουμερά στο εσωτερικό τους. Τα τόσο εύκολα Τυροπιτάκια Βραχάκια μπορούν να σερβιριστούν ζεστά ή σε θερμοκρασία δωματίου ή ακόμα και κρύα από το ψυγείο.

Καταβροχθίζονται σε μια μπουκιά πριν καν γυρίσετε το κεφάλι σας! Εγγυημένα.

Ένα υπέροχο finger food, ιδανικό για μεσημεριανό γεύμα στο σχολείο/δουλειά ή σνακ ή σε πάρτυ.

Δ. Ιδέες για σχολικό Κολατσιό #5: Γεμίστε το φαγητοδοχείο του παιδιού σας με όλα τα υλικά που αναφέρω παραπάνω.

Εάν έχετε φαγητοδοχείο με χωριστές θήκες, διαχωρίστε τα αλμυρά από τα γλυκά, τοποθετώντας τα σε διαφορετικές θήκες.

Έτοιμο για το σχολείο!

Άλλες ιδέες για σχολικό κολατσιό? Δείτε τις όλες ΕΔΩ

Δοκιμάστε τα πανεύκολα και πεντανόστιμα Τυροπιτάκια Βραχάκια της αγαπημένης μου Γιαγιάς Ντέπης. Δεν θα το μετανιώσετε.

Ενδιαφέρεστε και γι άλλες Συνταγές της Γιαγιάς μου? Δείτε τις όλες ΕΔΩ

Ε. Πληροφορίες φύλαξης: Μπορείτε να τα φυλάξετε σε αεροστεγή σακούλα με φερμουάρ είτε στο ψυγείο για μία εβδομάδα είτε στην κατάψυξη για 3 μήνες.

Βγάλτε μερικά και αφήστε τα να ξεπαγώσουν για περίπου 2 ώρες πριν τα σερβίρετε.

Κοιτάξτε επίσης την συνταγή μου σε YouTube βίντεο, το λίνκ είναι: ΕΔΩ

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mavrintarou · 2 years

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[11:18PM] Happy birthday Omi

I'm late - but better late than never. Happy belated birthday to our curly head.

Warning: fluff; morning sex; sexy-aggressive Omi; breeding;

Your eyes open to see your husband of six months still sleeping soundlessly.

Underneath his mask, and cold exterior, Sakusa Kiyoomi is the sweetest man. No one believes you and that’s okay, you wanted to keep it that way.

You haven’t seen him in three days being away on a business trip to Taiwan. When you returned, he was already out cold. He is an early bird, sleeping no later than 8:30PM and gets up at 5:00AM to do his early work out.

But today was his day off, so that meant he slept in until 7AM.

Missing out on his birthday, you got up quickly to start your day. You only had one thing set for the day and that was to make up for missing his birthday.

You push his curls back, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “Good morning, I love you.”

“Yeah, I got home alright.” You answered your mom. “We had a successful trip and sealed a deal with the –“ you gasps, turning around when strong hands wrap around your waist. “So, the next step is to plan out and designate someone to take charge of it.” You place a kiss on his chest before turning around to resume fixing breakfast. You feel Kiyoomi rest his chin on top of your head just watching you.

His hands rub your abdomen, and you suddenly think back to a week ago when Kiyoomi dropped the question.

“What do you think…” he swallows, “about… kids?”

“Is my son-in-law up yet?” your mom asks, you look up at him silently telling him to answer your mom’s question.

“Yes, mom, I’m up. Good morning.”

“Good morning son, how are you doing?”

Kiyoomi’s arms tightens around your waist, “good, today is my day off so I’m going to enjoy it with Y/n-san.”

“Good, tell her to treat you well. Happy belated birthday!”

You press the red button on your phone and snicker, “she doesn’t need to tell me that, I treat you so well – ah!” You were about to spin around but he holds you still.

“Stay right here,” he whispers hotly into your ear.

His rough hands roam underneath your shirt before a hand slip inside your shorts and the fingers graze over your core.

“Omi…” you whisper, legs tightening.

He chuckles, “continue what you’re doing…” he tugs your shorts and panties down your leg, and you feel something hard and slick sliding between your thighs. “Don’t mind me…”

His cock slides back and forth between your thighs before he thrusts it entirely into your pussy.

You moan, feeling his morning wood fill you completely. He snaps his hips a few times, sandwiching you against the counter.

The grip on your hips tugs you back a step and you’re bent forward. “Continue on…”

You half moaned and laugh, Kiyoomi never fails to surprise you.

He grips the ends your shirt, holding it as he fucks you at a slow pace.

You grab the sesame seeds, hand trembling to hold the bottle to sprinkle some over his breakfast.

His thrusts got harder and deeper causing you to hold onto the counter.

His groan mixes with yours as you try to focus on finishing breakfast.

“O… Omi…” you moan, arching your back. “I’m so – so close…”

You’ve had sex in a standing position, but he has never taken you from behind, the angle and the size of his cock filled you to the extreme.

He palms both your tits, forcing you to stand up straight. He nips your earlobe, “I know what I want for my birthday…”

“Haa – what, Omii?” You gasp.

He tweaks your nipples the same time he answers, “lets make a baby – yeah?”

The thought of Omi wanting a baby was enough for you cum. You tremble and whimpering, “yes! Yes… give me a baby!”

A hand slides up to your throat, he gives it a squeeze before gripping your jaw to force you to look up at him. His lips curve as he keeps his eyes on you.

He holds you in this position, back arched and eyes looking right up at him. He thrusts deeply, slamming his cock inside of you four times before his body shudders.

You cry, feeling spurts of baby seed against your walls. His cock twitches with each groan.

Kiyoomi’s hand lets your jaw go and it rubs your belly. His other hand wraps around your shoulders, pulling you back against his chest.

You both stand there in silence before you spoke first. “So, how long are you going to stay inside me?”

Because of your height difference, Kiyoomi had to stand awkwardly while still lodged inside of you. His legs are spread wide to match your height.

He slips out and immediately lewd bubbly sound echoed from between your legs. You didn’t have to look to know his load is dribbling down your legs.

“What happened here?” He reaches over your shoulders, grabbing his plate of food.

On top of Kiyoomi’s plate of omelet over rice was a mound of sesame seed.

“That was your fault.”

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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City Lights . ( Namjoon x OC)

Pairing : OC x Kim Namjoon.

Genre : Angst. Romance.

Rating 18 +

Word Count : 2900

Warnings : Mature Themes , Explicit Sexual Content . Slow burn. Like slower than a snail.

Summary :

Widowed and destitute, Son Yang Mi leaves the comfort of her small , secluded fishing village and travels to the intimidating city of Seoul with her young son. She has a plan, one that involves finding a job, getting her son into a good school and building a life for herself.

Now, three years later she has a job , working as a live in house keeper for the Kim family, specifically for the son, Kim Namjoon, a famous rapper and producer.

Its a job that puts a roof over her head and she’ll do anything to keep it.

But fate has other plans.

Chapter 1 ~

Akogare (ah-koh-ga-reh)Often translated directly as a sort of frustrated “yearning”, “desire”, or “longing” .

Seoul in summer was a sight to behold. I blinked back against the bright sunlight, staring out into the stunning skyline of the city as the sun rose over it , and although it was just a little past seven in the morning, the air was warm and invigorating. The mid July sun shone down with no mercy, and there was no trace of the rain that had lashed city just the previous night.

It had been three whole years but the relief that came from breathing fresh air, untainted by the damp musk of fishing trowels and sweaty men, was still unrivalled.

I shook off the feather duster in my hand, moving to carefully clean the wicker woven chairs on the artificial lawn in the balcony. Dusting the entire condo down was a mind numbing exercise in patience, so i tried to get it out of the way, early in the morning when my son was still asleep.

At six years old, Junsu was a bright , happy child. Summer vacation meant days sleeping in and evenings spent frolicking with the other kids in the building and he was content with being alone in our small shared room, reading or playing with his toys while I went about the day’s work.

I glanced at the clock, grimacing.

It was almost eight . And although Mr. Kim wasn’t due back home for another twelve hours, I felt a little jittery and nervous.

Kim Namjoon , renowned rapper, producer, writer , poet and what not. The apartment was his but he was usually on tour, traveling all over the world to promote his book and to perform in sold out stadiums. For an A list celebrity, he was surprisingly humble.

For the past three years, him and his model fiancée Lee Mina had spent a total of maybe seven months in the condo. They were a sweet couple, or so I’d always thought , a bit formal with each other but clearly in love . Mr. Kim was a kind, soft spoken young man and I’d never heard him raise his voice unless he was in the company of his very dear friends.

Just a little over a week ago , both of them had left Korea for the States , the tabloids screaming about a luxurious destination wedding in the Caribbean and I had been asked to take a few weeks off . The newly weds wouldn’t be back for quite a while and they would let me know when I had to come back to the condo.

I’d been toying with the idea of visiting my in laws in Gwangyog, maybe even dropping by to see some old friends there but yesterday , Mr. Kim’s mother had given me a call letting me know her son was coming home.

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The conversation went something like this :

Yang Mi, I hope you haven’t left yet?

No, Ma'am, I haven’t.

Joon-ah is going to be back tomorrow.

Oh, is Ms Lee arriving as well?

No, Just him He’s going to be alone.

Yes, Ma'am.

Please don’t mention anything about Mina or the wedding.

No ma'am of course not.

I’ll drop by later . Cook him something warm and filling. And make sure the house is cleaned well.

Yes, Ma’ am.

]

And that was that.

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It took the better part of the day to finish cleaning and setting up the house . I washed the window slats, changed the sheets, arranged the books that had been left scattered all over his bedroom. The walk-in closet was littered with a bunch of his clothes and I made sure his gym bag was stocked with fresh towels, spare clothes and his favorite head and wrist bands.

For someone so careful and calculated, he was really quite a messy man.

i did his laundry, making sure he had ample clothes at least for another two weeks, creasing the handkerchiefs and carefully removing lint from his jackets.

I also carefully sorted out the feminine clothing from the laundry and from the cupboard, folding them neatly and placing them in the lowest shelf of the closet, where he wouldn’t find them. It wasn’t hard, hiding traces of his fiancee from the condo, because it had never really been her home. other than a few spare pieces of underwear and a couple of t shirts and skirts, there weren’t many articles of clothing belonging to Ms. Lee.

But I still got rid of the bobby pins and hair ties, the spare lip gloss and mascara.

Junsu spent the entire day in our room, reading and drawing, only venturing out every few hours to grab a snack. I left him with his drawing tab ( a gift from Mr. Kim for his 5th birthday ) and his favorite book, asking the security guard at the end of the hallway to keep an eye on the door, while i went out to buy groceries.

Lots of meat, no sea food, healthy snacks and high protein fiber bars. I stocked up on sauces and bought a fresh batch of eggs, oranges and grapes . Mrs. Kim had sent a large amount of kimchi a few weeks ago and that was still in the pantry.

i stopped for a second, staring around at the almost deserted store. Most of the other housekeepers shopped at the bigger, more exclusive store on the other side of the residential complex. But Mr. Kim had a very selective palette, which meant that I had to be very particular about the brands i bought.

When i came back home at around six, Junsu was on the floor in the living space and i felt my heart jump in panic.

“Baby!! I’ve told you not to come out here when I’m not home!” I protested bleakly and he pouted.

“I need to show you my gift for Mr. Kim!!” He said softly. I smiled moving to put away the groceries and glancing at the clock. It was a little past six. I had to call Yungyu.

“Did you draw him something ? “ I asked curiously, checking to see if the beer shelf was stocked. probably should have done that before going out for the groceries, I thought regretfully.

“Yeah! Look!!” Junsu held his tab out and my heart dropped.

For a six year old, Junsu drew very well. And there was really no mistaking the very obvious wedding scene on the screen.

Oh, Good God.

“ That looks amazing honey.” I said gently. “ But, I heard that Ms Lee isn’t coming over this time..”

Junsu frowned.

“Why?”

“Well, I’m not sure. But remember how we spoke about saying the right things? When something upsets someone, we do not bring it up.” I reminded him gently. My son hesitated but nodded.

“Okay. I’m sorry. “ He said softly.

“No baby, its not your fault. It’s just that we want Mr. Kim to be happy right? We don’t wanna upset him...”

He smiled at that.

“When he’s happy, his dimples come out.” He said with a giggle. I laughed.

“yes they do... So let’s try and get those dimples out as often as we can alright? Why don’t you show him that picture you drew of yeontan the other day? He’ll really like that....”

“Okay...but i need to go color it!” Junsu yelled, already running back into our room. I watched him go before reaching for the phone and dialing, Yungyu, the chauffeur.

“Are you on the way here? ” i said briskly.

“Just starting from home...” Yungyu muttered, “ I’m supposed to be on vacation now! Why is he coming back so soon?”

“Just hurry up !! We can’t keep him waiting!!” I said sharply, before hanging up.

I made a quick check of all the rooms, filling up water bottles for his gym routine in the morning and stashing them in the fridge before moving to get dinner started.

i set the water on boil for the stew, before moving to peel cucumbers for the salad. I chopped the cucumber , along with some fresh cherry tomatoes . I watched the water boil, thinly slicing an onion and adding it to the bowl as well. The dressing was pretty simple, soy sauce, rice vinegar, honey and sesame oil . I sprinkled some sesame seeds on the bowl, used the salad tongs to give the whole thing a nice toss and set it aside.

I braised the chicken first , peeling and chopping potatoes and carrots to add to the stew . In a few minutes, the rich smell of lightly spiced chicken and garlic and perilla leaves began filling the kitchen and I turned on the rice cooker as well.

The door bell rang at six forty and i opened the door to reveal Yungyu.

I grabbed the keys to the Palisade, handing them over to him.

“Did you hear?” He whispered urgently.

I frowned.

“What?”

“They say Mr. Kim called off the wedding!” He whispered, wide eyed.

I glared at him.

“Who told you that?” i demanded...

“Seojoon from the gate said-”

“Why don’t you ask Seojoon from the gate to mind his own damn business?” I snapped.

Yungyu looked suitably chastised. i felt a little bad. Yungyu was still young and curiosity was hardly a sin.

“His flight lands at eight exactly. Hurry okay?” I said with a smile, ruffling his hair.

He brightened, peering over my shoulder into the house.

“Where’s the little one?” He asked curiously.

“ Painting something for Mr. Kim... Go ahead, hurry up.” I shooed him away, locking the door behind him. I fixed a plate of food for Junsu and sent him to eat, before moving to check on the stew. +

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By the time eight thirty rolled around I had the table set and ready. I washed my face quickly in the small bath attached to our room , making sure I was dressed well. Junsu wasn’t allowed in the main house unless Mr. Kim specifically asked for him and my son usually stayed in.

Junsu and I stayed in a bedroom , not large by any means but big enough for a queen sized bed, a table and chair for Junsu and small dresser where I kept a comb and a tube of night cream. I stared at my face, licking my lips as I smoothed my hair out.

I glanced at the bed.

Junsu was asleep , having dozed off while coloring his picture and I carefully extracted the tab from under his fingers, moving him around to lay on the soft pillows. I tucked him in gently, brushing the hair off his face.

“In peace , I will lie down to sleep, for You alone will let me rest in safety.” I whispered gently against his forehead, kissing the soft skin. I felt my lips wobble , a debilitating wave of affection flooding me as the sweet scent of my baby, filled my senses.

I would die for you, I thought fiercely, kissing him again.

The sound of the front door opening made me jump.

Swearing, i smoothed the fabric of my skirt, running to the kitchen.

“Thank you for picking me up Yungyu, I’m sorry you had to cut short on your vacation.” Mr. Kim’s deep voice filled the hallway and I quickly grabbed a glass, filling it with water and placing it on the dinner tray.

“Not a problem, Sir. “ Yungyu’s cheerful voice responded.

“How are you going home?” Mr. Kim asked.

“I’ll take the bus.”

A pause and then,

“Here’s some cash. Get a cab.”

I could hear the relief in Yungyu’s voice as he let out a , “ Thank you sir.”

I fixed his plate carefully, the bowl of rice, the bowl of chicken stew, and the salad neatly arranged next to the napkin and the chopsticks. I heard him move across the condo, the sound of his suitcases as he wrestled them towards his bedroom and I frowned. Yungyu should’ve have brought those in for him.

I finished reheating all of the food and carefully carried the dinner tray to the bedroom.

Mr. Kim’s bedroom was right at the end of the hallway and the door was open. The full length mirror on the opposite wall showed him sitting on the small couch in his room, legs spread and elbows resting on his knees as he ran his fingers through his hair.

I raised my hand, ready to knock on the wood.

“Fuck!” He shouted, kicking out at the coffee table with enough force to send the furniture skidding half way across the room.

I froze in the hallways stunned.

“You’re such a fucking fool , Namjoon !!” He muttered angrily and I swallowed, turning on my heel and quickly walking back to the kitchen.

Maybe I ought to wait till he asked for dinner.

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He didn’t ask for dinner.

I stayed sitting on the floor of the kitchen, waiting and lightly dozing as I heard him talk to his parents on the phone. I heard him open the liquor cabinet in his room, the sound of ice sloshing against glass, the sound of whiskey being poured carefully and i sighed.

I had to get to bed. It was already a little past eleven.

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Sometime in the night, I woke up sweating....

Wondering what woke me up, I blinked groggily, glancing at Junsu. He was still sound asleep.

Sighing, I climbed out of the bed, carefully making my way to Mr. Kim’s room, peering in carefully.

He was asleep on the sofa.

I stared at the way his long legs stretched over the armrest, his lean hips twisted to accommodate his broad shoulders on the couch and I winced. He was definitely going to regret that in the morning.

I stared at the half empty bottle of whiskey on the table and sighed, moving to take off his shoes carefully. He didn’t stir.

I grabbed a pillow from the bed, carefully lifting his head and slipping it under. I placed a comforter over his shoulders, pulling it down to cover his legs.

Force of habit almost made me brush his hair off his forehead but I stopped myself.

The clock on the wall read three fifty am. God, I was going to feel terrible tomorrow. I carefully tip toed out, shutting the door behind me

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I picked the comforter from the floor, carefully folding it and placing it on the bed, before grabbing the empty bottle of whiskey and glass . i could hear the shower running. The curtains were still drawn in and I tugged on the strings to get them to open. Sunlight spilled in through the floor length windows. The bed wasn’t slept in, so I opened the closet to grab a couple of towels, laying them on the bed for him.

The bathroom door opened and i quickly straightened, wanting to race out of the room but it was too late. Thankfully he was dressed, a pair of loose sweats and a loose t shirt . He was running a towel through his hair and his face brightened at the sight of me.

“Yang Mi! You’re here....” He said cheerfully.

“Good morning sir.” I said softly, offering him a small smile.

He smiled brightly, hair damp and dimples deep. The white t shirt he had on was almost fully soaked through and he shook his head, sending stray water droplets all over the place, a few landing on my cheeks.

“I didn’t see you last night...” He said casually, moving to drop the wet towel in the hamper, grabbing one of the fresh ones I’d laid on the bed.

“I thought you would like your privacy sir, you looked exhausted.”

He smiled.

“ Thank you for the blanket and the pillow by the way. And the shoes.”

I bowed quickly.

“I’ll get your breakfast done, sir.” I bowed again before quickly getting out.

I moved to the kitchen grabbing the oranges I’d got the previous day . Mr. Kim wasn’t fond of traditional korean dishes in the morning. He preferred freshly squeezed juice and toast, sometimes with an omelet perhaps.

I fixed his breakfast quickly, setting it all in the tray . He was still moving around in the bedroom and I heard him drag his worktable to the windows, which meant he was going to stay in the bedroom.

Pouring his coffee into a cup, I carefully picked up the breakfast tray , moving to his room slowly.

I used my foot to knock on the door.

After a pause of a few seconds,

“Come in Yang Mi!”

I carefully moved to the small table in front of the couch, placing the tray right in front of him. The scent of his body wash, green apple and strawberries, hit me hard.

“Where’s Junsu?” He asked casually.

“Still asleep sir. It’s Summer so school’s out.” I smiled, grabbing his phone from the table to make space for his tray.

The phone buzzed just as I was about to place it back down and I blinked.

Mina calling.......

I swallowed, not sure what to do, placing the phone down quickly.

“Uh..you have ...” I waved vaguely at the device before bowing again and moving back.

“close the door on your way out, Yang Mi...” He said gently and I quickly obeyed.

I moved to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee for myself. I stayed leaning over the counter and even through the locked door, I could hear him .

“Just don’t call me Mina...i don’t want to talk about this!!!”

I swallowed, glancing out of the window again. It was a bright, clear morning.

A second later, the door to his bedroom slammed open and he stormed out. I watched him from my spot in the kitchen, his fists clenched as he rushed out to the front door.

The door shut behind him and I exhaled.

Once I as done with my coffee, I moved to his room to clear the breakfast tray. His phone was still on the table.

It began ringing again just as I left the room.

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"Mrs. Kim.” i said respectfully, bowing . She gave me a short smile.

“Where’s Namjoon? I’ve been calling him for the past hour.” She pushed past me into the house and I bit my lips.

“He went out about an hour ago. He left his phone behind.” I explained.

She stopped, sighing.

“Fine, I’ll wait for him. “ She moved to sit on the couch, glancing around the room.

“Should I get you something ma'am?” I asked softly and she smiled.

“Get me a glass of lemonade, Yangmi.” She said brusquely and i nodded, running to the kitchen.

“Did Mina come over?” She called out as I got the lemons out of the cooler.

“No ma'am.” i replied.

“Did she call?”

I remembered the phone ringing, how upset it had made Namjoon, how he had stormed out.

“I don’t know ma'am!” I said softly.

She nodded.

“Okay. You can leave.” She said quietly. i bowed and went back into the kitchen.

I peered out of the window as I fixed her a glass , and my eyes fell on a familiar figure, coming back in through the front gate. Even from this distance there was no mistaking the long legs and messy blonde hair.

I bit my lips, mind racing.

Mrs Kim and her son had a volatile relationship, to say the least.

And something told me that Mr. Kim was probably not in the right frame of mind to argue with his mother, now. The man was upset but apparently, neither his mother nor his ex fiancée understood that. instead of giving him space they were hounding him.

I hesitated for a second before making a quick decision.

I grabbed the tray with her lemonade and moved to her quickly.

“Thank you.” She said sharply. “ Turn on the Air Conditioner for me, will you?”

I fumbled with the remote, grabbing his phone from the table , turning it on before moving to the front door and rushing out.

I almost ran into him as he came out of the elevator , and i jerked back stumbling a bit to stop myself from crashing into his chest. He let out a , ‘ Whoa, “ his hands reaching out to grip my elbows.

“Careful. What’s wrong?” He asked gently and I swallowed.

“Your mother’s here.” I said quickly, “ Sir.”

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned. I swallowed.

“You can leave.” I blurted out. “It’s Tuesday. She has her charity work meeting at ten. Its almost nine. She won’t stay long....”

His eyes met mine, lips parting in surprise.

“I really can’t meet her now.” He said apologetically.

I nodded.

“Of course, I understand , sir. Just be back in an hour , she’ll be go-”

The elevator buzzed , the doors nearly closing over my shoulders and I flinched. He swore and stuck his arm out to keep it open.

I stared at him before holding his phone out.

“Here you go sir. “

He chuckled taking it from me and shaking his head.

“i feel like a kid, sneaking away from my mom.” His eyes reached mine, twinkling, “ Who would’ve thought the quiet, timid Yang Mi would be my partner in crime. “

I didn’t reply, just smiled.

And then he hesitated. “ Is Junsu awake?”

I blinked.

“Uh...yes sir,...he’s playing in the park downstairs with the other kids.”

“Great... Would you mind if i take him out for ice cream?”

I stared at him.

“Oh..uh...of course not. Sure.. I mean.. he’ll love that... Sir. Thank you.. You don’t have to -”

“Consider it thank you for helping me with my mother.” He smiled again and i found myself staring at his dimples again. i swallowed.

“in that case, he loves butter scotch.” I smiled.

The dimples appeared and i bit my lips.

“Thank you Yang Mi.” He said slowly.

“Yes, Sir.”

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Author’s Note : Finally a hyungline fic !!! ugh... I’ve been wanting to write a Namjoon fic for ages and I really hope you guys will like this one :’( Feedback is much appreciated.

#namjoon smut #namjoon au #namjoon hot #namjoon fics #namjoon x reader #namjoon fic #bts smut #bts fanfics #bts au #bts fics #houseofddaeng

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brostateexam · 3 years

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I added new clean up crew on Thursday (many types of snails, some small and medium sized hermits, and three new peppermint shrimps), and less than 36 hours later I have been blessed (or "blessed") with nerite snail eggs. Each egg is white, opaque, and about the size of a sesame seed, and they are scattered all over, so it was easy to ID.

I am not sure they will hatch, both because nerites breed in brackish water and the salt content may be too high for them and because I am frankly not sure if the female nerite got lucky before laying, so they may be unfertilized. Nerite snails aren't hermaphroditic, either, so I'm not sure if snail bebés are in my future now that they have a forever home.

Since putting my clean up crew in, I have only seen one of my three peppermint shrimps. One of them actually molted on the way here so I expect he will be hiding for a few weeks, and the other was a teeny tiny baby, so he is likely to be extra shy. The remaining one, Gonzales, is very cute and doing the shrimp dance I had come to expect from my last crew named after the good members of One Direction (Zayn, Zayn2, Zayn3, and Niall).

In more positive news, I bought two bumblebee snails to help me with my vermetid snail issue, and I thought they were DoA, which was a major bummer, but after 2.5 days of staying completely motionless, one moved two inches today! So probably not dead. Still not sure about the other one though.

Thanks for reading all that. Here is a picture of my green frogspawn with the as-it-turns-out alive bumblebee snail hanging out next to it!

#aquascaping at home

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secretpeachtea · 3 years

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Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 6

Title: the eagle, the seagull, the crow, and the Brazilians

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 5.3k (whoops)

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: this one’s a bit of a slow burn (more so than the usual hehe), but I promise it gets better near the 2nd half! There’s not much drama in this chapter, but I think y/n deserves a bit of a break ya feel? Enjoy, my dudes

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Tonight is a special night because it’s ‘Create Your Own Onigiri’ night! Your boss decided to hold this small event to try something new and allow his customers to have some fun in the process. There are laminated onigiri instruction sheets on each of the tables as well as a small customized menu created for this event specifically. You helped him post a couple announcements on social media about the event a week prior to inform the public, and so far, things have been going smoothly.

Osamu is mainly in the kitchen prepping any ingredients for the customers and you’ve been standing at the register as usual. You are pleasantly surprised at how much everyone was enjoying making their own onigiris, and it seems like people of all ages were having fun.

“Welcome to Onigiri Miya!” You greet automatically with a bright smile as the front entrance slides open. A group of very physically fit men walk into the shop with large sports duffel bags slung across their shoulders. Despite the slightly intimidating aura the group gave off, one of the males walked inside with a young child hugging his arm. You scan over all of them briefly and your eyes widen as you make eye contact with Ushijima whom you just met a little over a week ago when the Shiratorizawa alumni visited.

You gave the tall volleyball player a small smile. “Hey, Ushijima-san! What brings you back so soon?”

“You assured me that I should bring my team, and we all wanted to participate in the event today,” Ushijima responded back. “My teammate, Romero-san, is not from Japan, so we wanted to find a restaurant with traditional food.”

“R-right…” You didn’t expect him to actually bring his team any time soon, but you’re still amused at how seriously he took your words from before. You can assume that the only foreigner in the group is the ‘Romero-san’ that Ushijima spoke of. There are probably hundreds of other restaurants the group could’ve gone to for a more cultural experience, so you’re a little giddy that he chose to come here. “Well, it’s good to see you again! I’d be more than happy to help your team have a good time here.”

To Ushijima’s left, another tall figure stood with a resting scowl. His gaze made its way to the kitchen where Osamu was and immediately lit up in recognition. Although, there might’ve been some confusion. “Miya-san, I didn’t know you worked here. Don’t you have practice right now?”

Your boss lets out a short laugh as he looks over his shoulder to look directly at the boy who spoke to him. “Wrong twin, Kageyama-san.”

“Ah.”

Kageyama looks down and glares at the floor mildly distressed at his mistake. There’s a part of you that wants to laugh at his reaction, so you do so internally. Suddenly, you feel someone staring at you, so your eyes shift over in that direction to a male with white hair and round eyes. His stature and overall mannerisms reminded you of a certain orange haired ball of sunshine, so you couldn’t help but stare back a bit longer than you intended. There was a sudden shift in his demeanor and his eyes narrowed at you.

“Why you staring? Is it ‘cause you’ve never seen a volleyball player my height? You’re impressed by the Hoshiumi Korai, right?” The boyish male lifted up his hands as if trying to intimidate you, but in your eyes, he seemed completely harmless.

With a sweet smile, you calmly reply back to his accusations. “Sorry about that. You just remind me of a good friend of mine. He also plays volleyball, and you’re both around the same height. I haven’t seen you play before, but I’m sure you’ve worked hard to get to where you are now regardless of your height, Hoshiumi-san.”

You know you’ve startled him with your kind and composed response when he freezes in place for a couple seconds before dropping his arms back to his sides abruptly and looking away to hide a small grin.

The last two people in the group, whom you assume are father and son, seem to be in their own worlds as they converse quietly. Now seems like a good time to let everyone get settled in, so you step away from the register and gesture for them to follow you. “ My name is (Surname) (Name). You guys can follow me! There’s a table over there that can fit all five of you. Then, I can explain how things are gonna work for today.”

Once the guys all settle in, you stand at the end of the table and point at one of the instruction sheets as well as the menu. “You can pick 2-3 ingredients for your onigiri! One of the ingredients will include meat or seafood and anything else can be a vegetable, seasoning, or both. All of the prices are written down on the menu and there are written instructions on how to make your own onigiri with pictures as guides. Feel free to call me over if you need clarifications. Any questions?”

Multiple heads shake at the same time. You pull out a tiny notepad and pen from your pocket and prepare to take orders. “Great! Then, what can I get for you guys?”

Romero lifts one of his arms to get everyone’s attention and begins to speak somewhat broken Japanese, “Order whatever! I will pay!”

After that declaration, you jot down all of the ingredients that the group orders including some refreshments. “Alrighty! We’ll set up all your ingredients soon on the counter. Once everything’s ready, there’ll be trays for you to take back to your table.”

You bow your head and stroll back behind the counter to relay the order to Osamu. As you’re helping set up some ingredients that don’t require any cooking, you notice that your boss frequently steals glances at the volleyball team with starstruck eyes and curiosity pokes at your mind. “What’s got you looking excited like a kid on Christmas?”

Osamu quickly turns around to face you while holding a spatula in one hand and tongs in the other. Leaning down to keep the conversation between the two of you, he unconsciously lifts both kitchen utensils up in the air with enthusiasm and flashes a childlike grin. “That’s Nicolas Romero! He’s a really famous world class volleyball player from Brazil. My brother and I used to watch him on TV all the time when we were younger, so it’s kind of crazy to see him in person!”

There’s a slight leap in your heart as you watch Osamu’s eyes brighten in joy but choose to ignore that strange feeling for the time being. “Now that you mention it, I think I saw a couple posters and billboards with his face on them when I was in Brazil.”

“I was really surprised when ‘Tsumu told me he was coming to Japan to play for the Schweiden Adlers. I never thought he’d come to my restaurant though!” Your boss is quite awestruck at the idea that such an important figure from his childhood was about to eat food that he cooks himself and it’s enough to elicit a giggle from you.

It’s not long before all the ingredients are set up on four large trays along with a couple beverages. You face the group of males and raise a hand next to your mouth. “Order’s ready for Romero-san!”

Romero stands up from his seat and pats his son on the head to stay put before gesturing at Kageyama to follow him. “Tobio, help me bring the food?”

“Of course, Romero-san!” The setter shoots up from his spot with a zealous expression and immediately follows behind his teammate like a baby duckling. When the two arrive in front of the counter, they give you a short thanks and take their trays back to their table. Osamu subtly glimpses at his childhood idol but quickly looks back down with a flustered expression when he notices you sending him a smirk of your own.

With everyone pretty much settled in, you decide to walk around to the other tables to see if anyone needs any assistance or if they have any questions. You return back to the register after a couple of minutes ready to sit down and take a quick break, but you notice a couple drinks sitting on the counter. The volleyball team must have forgotten to take them when they took their food. Since you didn’t have much to do at the moment, you decide to take the drinks to their table yourself.

With arms full of beverages, you walk up to the Adlers. “Hello, sorry to interrupt, but you left your drinks on the counter. I just thought I’d bring them for you.”

Romero takes the drinks from you and then distributes all of them to each person after sporting a grateful smile. “Ah, thank you!”

You’re about to walk away, but the sight before is almost too ridiculous for you to look elsewhere. All of the men are in the process of creating their onigiris, but each creation looks quite...interesting.

Ushijima’s onigiri is one very large globular rice ball, which distinctively resembles a volleyball, with a few sesame seeds sprinkled at the top. Hoshiumi’s onigiri almost looks like it’s about to explode with how much meat was piled inside the rice and probably would’ve fallen apart if he didn’t have it enclosed around both of his hands. Kageyama’s onigiri is of a decent size, but he must’ve put too much pressure when shaping the rice because it just looks like mush with obvious handprints. Romero is the only person at the table who was able to make a normal onigiri, but everyone seems to be enjoying their time so you don’t think Osamu needs to come over and help.

You finally look at the young child sitting next to his father and tilt your head in confusion when you notice that he’s not participating or eating anything his father made for him. With slight concern, you turn towards Romero. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but is your son not fond of the food? I could offer some other ingredient options?”

“Oh, that’s okay. Everything is perfect!” Romero replies with a knowing look. “Rubens is just a little grumpy since he misses his mother. She met new friends at an onsen and they invited her out to go shopping today. Thank you for asking, though.”

After living in Brazil for a couple months, you were able to pick up on some Portuguese. You’re not in any way fluent yet, so when the older man briefly speaks to his son, you can only make out Romero asking Rubens if he wanted a different onigiri and that he needed to eat to be healthy. The boy’s pout deepens and just simply states that he was bored. Romero sends you an apologetic smile, and you just wave your hand to let him know that you understood.

A sudden idea pops into your head. “Romero-san, is your son allergic to anything? I have an idea to help Rubens enjoy himself more. Would you mind if I try to make your son something?”

“Go for it! My son does not have any allergies, but he does love pork!” Romero nods his head in approval.

You quickly make your way back behind the counter and peek over Osamu’s shoulder as he stands in front of the stove. “Hey boss, do you mind if I try to make something for Romero’s son?”

“Sure. I don’t think anyone needs any help or anything at the moment, so you’re free to do whatever you’d like,” Osamu replies nonchalantly and you tap his arm gratefully.

Situating yourself in front of the counter surrounded by ingredients, you momentarily think about what you want to do. You make the final decision to create two designs for the onigiris that you think Rubens might like. After washing your hands, you gather up all the ingredients you need and even snatch some extra pork from Osamu’s pan. After a couple minutes of putting together the onigiris, you place them on a plate and examine your creations.

The first onigiri resembles a simplified stegosaurus with meat substituting the spines of the dinosaur and some sesame seeds throughout the body for texture. The second onigiri is just a regular rice ball with pork and vegetables, but a couple irregularly shaped pieces of nori are scattered across the surface to resemble a dinosaur egg. Both onigiris lie on top of a small pile of bonito flakes to act as a nest.

You take the plate of food to where Rubens is sitting, a bit nervous since you aren’t sure how he’s going to react. Everyone else at the table just watches curiously as you place the onigiris in front of the young child and his eyes widen. He’s practically mesmerized by his dinosaur themed meal and even some of the other guys are impressed.

Rubens quickly turns towards his father and whispers into his ear. Romero chuckles and pats his son’s head lovingly before facing you. “My son wants to know how you did that. He absolutely loves it.”

A sigh of relief leaves your lips at your successful attempt at making the child happy. The only problem was that you were still in the middle of work, so you didn’t know if you could spend any more time here. Coincidentally, Osamu seemed to have overheard everything for the last couple minutes from his spot in the kitchen. “Hey, (Name)-san. If you wanna take a quick break and spend some time with the kid, I don’t think there would be any problem with it.”

You’re really grateful for Osamu’s leniency, but a part of you still feels bad as you turn to look at him. “Are you sure? I don’t want to skip out on my job so suddenly.”

“Don’t worry about it. The boss said it’s all good.” Osamu gives you a reassuring smile and you take it as your cue to grab an extra chair off to the side and sit beside Rubens. You’re about to grab some rice to begin teaching the boy, but a slight tug on your sleeve makes you freeze in place. As you look to your side, you see Kageyama’s hand near your shoulder and there’s an intense look in his eyes.

“K-Kageyama-san, would you like to learn too?” You ask a bit surprised. Your bewilderment is replaced with amusement when he nods at you furiously and you almost laugh out loud at his excitement.

“Oh! Me too! Me too!” Hoshiumi intervenes enthusiastically and even Ushijima seems to be interested. These guys sure were something else.

In the end, everyone in the group was watching as you demonstrated how to make different designs with the onigiri rice. Rubens finally succumbed to his hunger and began to eat his dinosaur meal, so you were left to attend to the grown up men who listened to you eagerly like school children, aside from Romero who needed to step outside to answer a call from his wife.

“Alright! Now that you have some of the basics down, why don’t you each try to make your own? Just to keep it simple, we’ll all choose a single design. Any ideas as to what you guys want to make?” There’s a brief silence as everyone tries to think of something doable. Suddenly, Ushijima lifts up his phone and an image of what you recognize to be Japan’s adorable volleyball mascot* is shown. You sweatdrop as Hoshiumi and Kageyama clap in agreement at the volleyball player’s obvious, yet adorable selection.

Other than having to give a few pointers to Hoshiumi and Ushijima, it seems like they were doing a pretty decent job at making the character. The one who was truly struggling was Kageyama. He was still putting too much pressure when molding the rice. As he continues to squeeze the rice excessively, you gently place your hands on top of his slender fingers.

“You’re putting too much force in your hands, Kageyama-san. Here, loosen your grip a bit and I can show you.” With that said, Kageyama lets go of his vice grip and allows you to guide his hands over the rice. The two of you stay like that for a couple more seconds until you successfully make a circular rice ball. As the male opens his palms upward with your hands still wrapped around his, his eyes sparkle in amazement.

Kageyama bows his head gratefully and when he looks back up at you, you’re taken aback by the amount of admiration flooding his expression. Your body stiffens when he quickly puts down the onigiri and clasps your hands between his. “Thank you, (Surname)-san!”

“N-No problem.” You feel a bit of heat creep up your cheeks with the way Kageyama was holding your hands so delicately.

The moment doesn’t last long, however, when you suddenly feel someone’s fingers graze the side of your face and a sticky feeling is left on your skin. When you look to see who the culprit is, your eyes fall on the youngest person at the table with one of the most terrified expressions you’ve ever witnessed. Almost immediately, Rubens starts apologizing in broken Japanese similar to the way his father has been speaking, “S-sorry! Sorry! Sorry!”

While you were busy working with Kageyama, Rubens had finished eating and wanted to make his own onigiri since he was still a bit hungry. He wanted to grab more rice from the bowl next to you but misjudged his movements and accidently touched your cheek with his sauce covered fingers. The child felt absolutely horrified and was afraid that you’d hate him for this.

Using a napkin, you wipe off as much as you can from your cheek and then proceed to lower yourself onto the ground to get to the child’s eye level. Mustering up your brightest smile, you try your best to reassure Rubens who looks like he’s about to cry. “Hey, hey! It’s okay, Rubens! I’m not mad.”

You spend the next couple minutes cooing at the sniffling young boy, and once you’re sure that Rubens is no longer going to cry, you sit back down on your chair. You lift up a ball of rice to gesture that you want to help him make an onigiri and he nods his head. You make a traditional triangular onigiri but place two rolled up bonito flakes for eyes and a piece of curved rice on top of the nori to make it look like a bearded face. There’s an almost immediate shift in the child’s mood when you point at the design and then to the empty chair next to him because you had made an onigiri that resembled his father.

Both of your laughs fill the air and the whole situation resembles a heartwarming scene from an anime. You were too distracted to notice the multiple pairs of eyes watching the scene in captivation. Once Rubens starts to eat again, you look up to see some lingering stares. “Is everything alright?”

Two stoic faces avoid your eyes by looking down, while Hoshiumi snaps out of his trance. The white haired male sits up a little straighter before addressing you. “Hey, you’re pretty good with kids, (Surname)-san!”

“I’ve had a couple babysitting jobs in the past. I’m not perfect with kids, but I did pick up a few things here and there,” you respond back shyly.

At this moment, Romero walks back into the shop while pocketing his phone. “Sorry to cut our time short, but I think my wife is coming back home soon. I should start heading out with Rubens. You guys can stay longer if you’d like.”

“That’s okay, Romero-san. I think we’re all ready to leave as well.” Kageyama lifted up his tray which spurred the rest of the other guys to do the same. As everyone helps out in cleaning up their area, you head back to the register to receive the payments for the meal from Romero.

The guys were now all ready to leave, but your boss quickly grabs their attention after taking a glance at a certain framed object on the shop’s wall. “Do you guys mind signing some autographs to put up in the shop?”

“Of course!” Romero exclaims. The rest of the team complies as well and they each sign a piece of paper that will most likely be displayed by tomorrow. Once that’s done, the team stands in front of the exit with their belongings. Rubens tugs at his father’s arms to get his attention and Romero bends down to listen to what the boy wants to say.

“What’s up?....Name?....Onigiri Miya…”

You can’t make out anything other than a few words, so you’re thrown completely off guard when Rubens suddenly jumps up from his spot and waves his arms wildly at you. “Bye-bye, Mrs. Miya!”

You don’t even hear any of the other males voice their goodbyes and leave the shop as blood rushes through your ears and your face flushes into deep crimson color. It seems like Osamu wasn’t spared either as his cheeks explode with heat at the implication. Both of you stand in awkward silence for a few seconds to calm your hearts until Osamu musters up the courage to glance at you first.

His expression shifts a little as he stares at your face. Osamu then points at your cheek. “Oh, (Name)-san. You still got a little something on your face.”

Momentarily forgetting about feeling flustered, you realize that you might not have gotten rid of all the sauce from when Ruben accidentally touched your cheek. “What? I thought I got it all off. Why didn’t anyone say anything?”

You attempt to wipe off the sauce remnants, but fail to do so each time because you don’t know where it is exactly. Osamu grabs a clean towel from the top shelf and slightly dampens it under the sink before standing in front of you again. “I got you.”

Osamu lifts up the towel and starts to wipe at your cheek softly. When your head starts moving too much, he brings up his other hand and places it gently on your neck to support it. There must have been a lot more sauce left than you expected because Osamu continues to hold you in place for a couple more seconds, his eyes never leaving your face. Unconsciously, your own eyes drift around his features and you can’t help but admit how handsome he looked at the moment.

“Oh, young love~”

Both you and Osamu flinch back when you hear one of the customers that are still in the room say their thoughts. When you glance at the table where the voice came from, you see an elderly couple smiling at you while holding hands with one another in a loving manner. The previous blush you had comes back in full force as you remember that the two of you were not alone and in a somewhat intimate position together.

“T-t-thanks, Osamu-san!” You stutter and almost trip over your own feet as you start walking towards the bathroom with hurried steps. “I’m j-just gonna...um...go to the bathroom really quick!”

As you rush away from Osamu, he just watches your back disappear behind the bathroom door. He stands in place quietly as he processes what had just happened and there’s a foreign feeling in his stomach that he can’t explain. He simply turns his back to the bathroom and rubs a hand to his cheek to hide the smile that threatens to creep onto his lips.

Leftovers

You’re currently laying on your couch comfortably surrounded by pillows and blankets while watching a movie on your laptop. Today was your day off from work, so you planned to stay in for the whole day and catch up on some alone time. As much as you want to focus on your movie, your mind starts to wander off.

About two days have passed since you met the Schweiden Adlers volleyball team at Onigiri Miya, but they were still on your mind. Based on the tidbits of information you’ve gathered from Osamu, Adlers and MSBY were rival teams. It almost makes you want to laugh at how different the two teams were in terms of their dynamics and personalities, so you hope to see them play against each other one day.

Suddenly, the ringing of your doorbell interrupts your thoughts and you pause your movie. You stand up and walk towards your door in confusion. You weren’t expecting anyone to visit, so you’re a bit weary as you look through the peephole.

As if the universe knew what you were thinking about before, you’re surprised to see Sakusa standing outside your door with his usual face mask. Swiftly unlocking the door, you pull it open and greet your curly haired acquaintance.

“Hey, Sakusa-san! What’s-” You stop speaking abruptly when you notice two large bags in the volleyball players arms and they look fairly heavy too. “Oh, wow. Are those...for me?”

Sakusa just nods his head and you quickly open your door wider to let him inside to place the bags down. You’re extremely curious as to what the contents were since both bags were covered by tissue paper, even more so because Sakusa was the one to bring them to you. He places both bags onto your coffee table and you’re about to ask what they were for, but he beats you to it.

“Congrats,” Sakusa states with his usual impassive expression but there’s a hint of softness to his tone.

At this time, you’re completely perplexed. “Congrats for what?”

“For graduating.” Sakusa’s reply causes your eyebrows to shoot up. “This is from the team.”

“Oh...” You’re left speechless for a moment as you try to understand the situation and once everything finally clicks, a warm feeling encompasses your heart. “Um...thank you.”

You gaze at the gifts bags for a bit longer with various emotions swirling through your eyes before talking again. “...did the team send you because we live in the same apartment building?”

“Yeah.” Sakusa let out a sigh which made you laugh a bit, but it didn’t sound like he was necessarily bothered by the task.

The male briefly checks his phone and gestures that he needs to leave soon. As Sakusa starts to make his way back to the front door, you follow with light steps to see him out. “Let everyone know that I really appreciate this when you see them again for practice!”

He nods in acknowledgement and the two of you exchange goodbyes before you finally lock the door as he walks away. Without a moment to lose, you rush over to the large bags sitting on your coffee table with anticipation. Just from the first glance, you can tell that there are multiple things piled up, so you’ll just have to take things out one by one.

After removing the tissue paper from the bag on the left first, you pull out something large and fluffy. In your hands is a huge teddy bear that’s wearing an MSBY jersey while holding a small note card that says “Congratulations on Graduation!”. You immediately know who it’s from because the bear’s multicolored fur resembles the colors of Bokuto’s hair. You give the bear a tight hug before placing it next to you on the couch.

The next thing you take out is a miniature set of hand lotions with a small bottle of pepper spray taped onto it. There’s a small note on the bottle that says “It’s dangerous walking home alone at night”. There’s no indication of who the gift giver is, but you know that Sakusa would be the only one to pick out these specific gifts. As you move the package to the side, another small piece of paper falls to the ground. It must have been stuck to the bottom of the hand lotion set. When you pick it up, there’s another note that says “Thanks for the soup”. Your smile widens. It seems like you had guessed correctly.

The last gift from the first bag is a beautiful mug with a sunrise design printed onto it. There’s a Brazilian flag sticking out of the mug, which makes it even more obvious that the gift was from your dear friend Hinata. When you push aside the flag, there’s a limited edition Bouncing Ball keychain inside the mug as well with a cute handwritten card that says “Congratulations, (Name)-san! We should hang out one day to play some beach volleyball like we did in Brazil!”. Your cheeks were starting to ache at how much you were smiling as you reread the note several more times.

You reach out to the remaining bag and pull away the tissue paper. Your nose is immediately assaulted by a pleasing floral fragrance and when you look inside, a large bouquet of flowers comes into your vision. Once the flowers are in your arms, you notice the note sticking out between the petals. Placing the flowers on your lap, you open the small folded piece of paper which says “Hey there, sweetheart. You should’ve let me know you were having such a big moment in your life! I would’ve done so much more, but for now, enjoy these flowers. The irises mean accomplishment and admiration. The peonies mean good luck. The daffodils mean new beginnings. Congrats on your win against school!” You’re quite touched by the amount of thought that went into this gift and based on the nickname, you can safely assume that this is Atsumu’s gift. You didn’t take him as a flower type of guy, but he’s always full of surprises. Nonetheless, you mentally note that you need to buy a nice vase to place these wonderful beauties in.

You thought that would be the last gift since you’ve already opened everything from the four MSBY players, but when you glance into the bag one more time, there are still two remaining boxes. They have the same wrapping, so you assume that they are from the same person. Taking both of them out carefully, you notice that the larger of the two boxes has a note that reads “I know you said you don’t normally eat sweets, so I tried my best not to add too much sugar”. Wondering what the card meant about sweets, you slowly open the lid and see two small cakes positioned next to each other with icing that spells out ‘Tiramisu’ and ‘Dark Chocolate’ on the respective cakes. Your mouth waters at the sight of the homemade desserts, but you restrain yourself because you were even more curious as to what might be in the other mystery box.

When you finally open the last remaining gift, there’s another note inside that says “It’s never too late to celebrate. Congrats, (Name)-san”. When you look underneath the note, your jaw drops as you let out a gasp. Inside was a gorgeous silver charm bracelet that was minimalistic enough for you to wear wherever you went. If the note wasn’t a big giveaway, the tiny onigiri charm attached to the bracelet convinced you that Osamu was the one who had given you these gifts.

The next couple of hours are spent finishing your movie with all of your gifts surrounding you. The inside of your room now smells like a mix of flowers and peachy lotion. The MSBY teddy bear is secured between your arms as you drink warm tea from your new mug while taking a bite out of each cake.

You’re not sure whether or not you want to jump up in happiness or simply cry from the overwhelming emotions, but either way, you’re glad to have met such amazing people the past couple months.

You couldn’t wait to get back to work.

Japan’s volleyball mascot: y’all know that volleyball mascot right? The one Ushijima loves to draw and the one that Hinata has shirt of

A/N: oof you made it! Can we all just give a moment of silence for Rubens for being the best boi? also another moment for the nice old lady at the end ;)

taglist: @kiyoo-omi

#onigiri miya #onigiri miya tidbits #secretpeachtea #haikyuu fanfiction #schweiden adlers #ushijima #kageyama #hoshiumi #romero

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HWM: Bonus Chapter (Pregnancies & Births)

Shawn's POV

Pregnancy #1:

November 16, 2019

"Honey I'm home!" I say very loudly and then laugh at myself.

"In the bedroom watching tv!" Olivia yells out so I could hear her and find her in the house. I walk into the room with a big smile on my face.

"I've always wanted to say that phrase." I say giggling.

I then notice Olivia on the bed and then my attention is now at the end of the bed where she laid everything out for me to find. My eyes widen substantially as I read "Only the best Husbands get promoted to Daddy." on the onesie, and I picked up the ultrasound photo. My eyes start watering and I smile so big and bright.

"Is this for real, like you're actually pregnant?" I ask Liv with a shaky voice.

"Yeah I took the tests and then made a doctor appointment and they confirmed that I'm one week pregnant. Oh also our baby is the size of a sesame seed right now." She says getting excited and stands from the bed.

"I'm gonna be a father, holy crap I'm gonna be a dad. You're pregnant and I'm gonna be a DAD!" I say excitedly.

"Yeah I know I couldn't believe it when I found out, but yeah we're going to be parents and I'm so excited. What do you want a boy or a girl?" She says and asks me.

"I don't care as long as they're healthy, we'll have a little me or you running around here in nine months." I say and she rubs her thumbs over my cheeks.

"Well I want a boy, I've always wanted a boy first because then if I have girl next she'll have an older brother to have her back." Liv says explaining why she wants a boy.

"Also because he'll look like you, he'll look up to you, and he'll be a momma's boy for sure." Olivia says growing more excited by the moment.

"Ok now I kind of want a boy too, but I'll be happy either way." I say kissing her sweetly once more.

"Oh I forgot one more thing." She says quickly.

She pulled two guitar picks from her pocket and hands them to me. I look down and read what's on the picks. I start smiling and holding them close to my heart.

"Oh my god they're so cool, I love them so much thank you Liv. You're going to be the best mother ever!" I say and place them on my bedside table.

I make my way back over to her, I take your hand and lead her into the living room. I then let go of her hand and proceed to move the furniture around making a big empty space in the middle of the room.

"Shawn what are you doing?" She asks me with confusion lacing her voice.

"I'm making a space so we can dance, I want to dance with my very beautiful pregnant wife and I needed room to do that." I say with a big smile gracing my face.

"Oh my god I married the most romantic and sweetest man ever." She mumbles under her breath.

"You have always made me the happiest man alive, but now you're making me even happier and making a family with me is the best thing I could ever ask for. Thank you Olivia Mendes I love you so much." I say to her in the most loving way.

"You make me the happiest woman on this earth, and now we're going to be a family and I couldn't be happier." Liv tells me and I just hold her as the music plays on in the background and we slow dance until the song ends.

We both stop dancing and turn off the stereo. I move the furniture back to their original places, and we both head back to our room. She cleans up all the baby announcement stuff and gets changed into her pajamas. I do the same and we both crawl in bed, get comfortable, snuggle up and turn out the lights and nod off into a peaceful sleep.

Birth #1:

August 12, 2020

"Baby what's going on? Tell me so I can help you. Is it time? Is the baby coming?" I ask so many questions so fast and she can barely think because the contraction that hit her was painful and I could visibly see the pain in her eyes.

"Yes the baby's coming and we need to go to the hospital right now!" She says between clenched teeth trying to hold in her pain.

"Ok let me get you into the car and I'll come back and get your hospital bag and mine." I say calmly while helping her to the car and get her into the passenger seat gently trying to ease her pain as much as I can.

I run back inside and grab the hospital bag from our room and bolt outside to the car. I drive like a madman trying to make it to the hospital as soon as possible. We arrive after about a five minute drive and get Olivia taken care of and settled. I make the call to friends and family that Olivia is now in labor and we're having the baby tonight.

About and hour later the doctor says it's time to start pushing once the next contraction hits, that's what Olivia does when she feels the next contraction and boy was she so incredibly strong for doing this and bring out beautiful child into the world.

After the first few pushes she's breathing really heavily and she's sweating a lot. She rolls her head to the side and looks at me and takes my hand in hers.

"I can't do it, I can't it's to much I can't do it." She says repeatedly while slowly shaking her head in pain.

"Olivia look at me. You can do this, do it for me, do it for you, but most of all do it for our baby boy. He needs you and I know you can do this because you're the single most strongest women I've ever met. You can do this just a few more pushes and he'll be here with us you just gotta push through it for me and him ok. You got this so let's go. PUSH OLIVIA PUSH." I say to encourage her to keep pushing and with that she does.

After the next and final push we hear the sound of our baby boy crying as he entered the world. I take her hand and was given a wash cloth by a nurse and I wipe her forehead and kiss her cheek.

"You did it my love and I'm so damn proud of you. You are so damn strong and I won't ever let you forget that, and you've just given birth to the most beautiful baby boy and have made me the happiest man in the world. I love you and our little baby boy so much you both are my whole world." She smiles at my soothing words and pulls me into a sweet kiss.

"And you and our baby boy are mine, I couldn't have made him without you, and now that he's here I've got my two boys to be my whole world. You gave me strength today and continue to give me strength and I love you so much. I love you both so much. We're officially a family now." She says to me softly trying to save as much energy as she can.

The doctors come back in with a freshly clean and baby blanket wrapped baby boy. He's so tiny and they hand him to Olivia first and we both just look at our child. We look at each other in amazement because we made that tiny human in her arms.

"Oh he looks just like you Shawn, and your good hair genes are certainly strong because he has a full head of hair and no doubt he'll have curls when he's older just like his father for sure." She says giggling with excitement.

"Yeah the Mendes hair genes are insane, but he looks like you too not just me like his nose and lips, but yeah like father like son with curly hair." I say and start to giggling.

"Here take him and hold him for a while." She says and I gently take the tiny baby from her arms and into my strong arms.

I am very weary that I'm going to hurt him or drop him but Olivia reassures me that he's fine and I'm holding him correctly. Soon after that we hear a small knock on the door and the doctor comes in and asks for all the baby's name for the birth certificate. We both smile and answer her.

"His name is Manuel David Mendes." We both say to the nurse sweetly. She fills out the birth certificate info and leaves shortly. We hear a small knock on the door and tell them to come in. Once the door opens my family is revealed and they quietly walk into the room.

"He's so beautiful you guys, he looks just like Shawn when he was born, my first grand baby omg he's too precious. Can I hold him?" She asks and Olivia nods to me and I gently hand over the small baby to my mom and she's just staring down at Mauel and smiling so big. Then the baby is passed to my dad and when he saw looked at us decided to tell them the baby's name.

"His name is Manuel David Mendes after both of his amazing grandfathers." Olivia tells them and we hear small gasps from all three of them and my dad started to tear up and just held our son a little closer to himself. Liv smiled at the sight and reached out to grab my hand and squeeze it gently.

After my dad held little Manny he handed him over to Aaliyah who whispered that she was going to be the best/fun Aunt making everyone giggle. Liv looked at me and gave me the "go ahead I know you've dying to tell her look." And I got excited and sat up a little more.

"Hey Liyah I've got some news to tell you as well, um me and Olivia think that you should be Manuel's godmother, and if anything happens to us not that it will, but if it did that you'd take care of him." I say nervously trying to gauge her reaction.

"Of course I'd love to be his godmother, I'll always help look after this little guys. He's a Mendes and my nephew I'd be stupid to say no, and I just love him so much already. He's going to be spoiled by us all though and you know it." She says excitedly but not loud enough to wake the sleeping baby.

Pregnancy #2:

November 23, 2020

I walked through the doorway of our bedroom and the white onesie caught my attention and my face kinda scrunched up while I was reading the words. "Oops (we did it again!)" My eyes got so big and I broke out into a big smile. Liv smiled up at me and placed her hands on her stomach and rubbed it gently.

"No are you serious! You're pregnant again? We're having another baby? Oh my god we're gonna be parents again!!!" I ask all at once in excitement and picked her up from the bed and twirled Liv around happily.

"Yeah baby we're having another baby!!" Liv giggles out and kissed my cheek.

"Oh you've already given me a beautiful son, this time I want a little girl, but I'll be happy as long as they're healthy. You have made me so happy and given me the absolute world and I'll cherish and love you and our growing family until the day I die I promise you. I'll give you and our children everything we could ever want or need as long as you're all happy then I am too. Oh my beautiful wife look at the life we've made with each other and for each other, it's so beautiful and I'm so happy with the loving life we have together. I will protect you and the kids for the rest of our lives I swear this to you." I say picking Liv up and holding her around his waist.

"There's actually a baby in there, I'm so happy and excited for him or her." I say as I wrap my arms around her and kiss the side of her head.

"Me too, like I can't wait for all the pain and soreness because that means our baby will be growing and getting ready to join us." Olivia says looking at my through the mirror. We crawl in bed after our mirror moment and slowly fall asleep with big smiles on our faces.

Birth #2:

August 21, 2021

I get home around 5:30PM from the recording studio, I was recording some new songs for my fifth album coming out this year. Olivia is in the kitchen making dinner for all three soon to be four of us. I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her and place my hands on her very beautiful swollen belly. I swear she looks so gorgeous when she's pregnant, she definitely has the pregnancy glow everyone talks about.

I move her hair to the side and gently kiss her neck and then her cheek. She lets out a small giggle and turns to face me, she leans up and kisses me softly. My arms wrap around her lower back and just hold her to me still kissing her. I faintly hear the sound of my almost two year old boy running to us. I break from the kiss and await my baby boy to make his entrance.

"Daddy you're home!!!" Manuel says while running to me and I pick him up once he reaches my legs.

"Hey buddy how was your day today? Did you keep mommy safe like I asked?" I ask him, interested in his answer.

"Yeah I did, and we had a good day. Mommy took me to the park and then to go get ice cream." He says telling me about his day.

I smile at my little man and kiss his cheek before setting him down. He walks over to Liv and she ruffles his hair and kisses the top of his head. When she straightened back up she lets out a gasp and I grow worried. I first hear something hit the floor and I look and see it was water. Then I see the wetness from her pants to the floor, oh my god her water just broke and the baby's coming.

"My water just broke." Olivia states and I immediately help her to the car and help her in the passenger seat.

Then I run back inside and get the hospital bag and gently grab Manny's hand and we make our way to the car. I strap Manny into his car seat and place the hospital bag in the back seat beside him. I get in the car, Buckley up and begin the drive to the hospital as fast as I can without breaking the law.

We arrive at the hospital and I tell the receptionist that my wife is going into labor. They get her a wheelchair and wheel her into an empty room, we enter the room and they get everyone hooked up and ready to go. I quickly go out into the hallway and make phone calls to my parents, her parents, Aaliyah, Selena, Taylor, and Camila.

I go back into the room and we wait for her to dilate to 10 centimeters. My parents showed up after 30 minutes and they watch over manny while we still wait until she's ready to push. Another contraction hits and she grunts out in pain, the doctor comes back in and takes a look and says when the next contraction hits Olivia needs to start pushing.

I stand up and make my way to her left side, I gently hold her hand and a few minutes later it's time for her to push and she squeezes my hand very hard. she's clenching her teeth and screaming at the same time. I honestly don't know how women go through this much pain and still come out alive. She's doing so well and soon enough our second baby will be here to meet us both.

After a few more string pushes from Olivia our baby girl is here and crying out for us all to hear. Olivia is now resting a little bit as the doctors cut the umbilical cord and go to clean her, weigh, and size her. They bring our daughter back into the room and let Olivia hold her for the first time. After a few minutes Olivia asks if I want to hold her and I gladly say yes.

As soon as our beautiful baby girl is in my arms my eyes start watering and tears are freely falling. She's the most beautiful baby girl and she looks exactly like her mother.

"I swear on my life I will do everything to make you happy and keep you safe, your mommy and older brother are my entire world and I'll never ever let you forget that I promise you. You're my little girl and you'll always be my little girl." I whisper to the sleeping baby in my arms.

Everyone who was waiting in the hall was told they could come in but only if they're quiet and whisper. First my parents and Aaliyah entered the room, the Selena, Taylor, and Camila entered the room and found places to sit.

"So what's her name, have y'all decided yet?" Selena asked looking up at us while holding out daughter.

"Yeah we have a name and her name is Isabelle Rose Mendes." Olivia answers her softly

"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful little girl." Taylor says making everyone smile.

"So, there's something I want to tell you Selena and I swear it's not bad." Olivia speaks up catching her attention.

"Uh yeah what is it love?" Selena asks curiously.

"Well since you and Evans are dating now me and Shawn thought it would be a great idea to make you and him the god parents of Isabelle." Liv says and Selena gasps and begins tearing up.

"Of course we'd be honored to be her god parents, and I'll have to tell Chris the news but oh my god wow thank you Liv." Selena says and we all laugh and she just cradles the baby closer to her.

"Yeah we know how much you and Evans love being around children and babies so we thought you two would be the most perfect god parents for our little Belle. So whenever you want to watch her or just come to see her and visit you're both more than welcome to at anytime just give us a heads up first." I tell her and she smiles and nods at me.

Belle is passed around a few more times and everyone had a turn holding her and loving on her.

"She's absolutely perfect and so beautiful." Taylor says while trying to contain her excitement.

"Yeah she gorgeous, you and Olivia make beautiful babies." Camila says making us both laugh out.

"Hey is it ok if I FaceTime Chris and break the news to him, I'll make sure he's quiet and doesn't wake up Belle." Selena asks and we nod yes to her and she pulls out her phone and begins the FaceTime call. Chris picks up and smiles and asks where she is.

"I'm in the hospital room with Olivia and Shawn, they just had their baby girl." She says to him and he smiles really big.

"Oooo can you fave the camera towards her I want to see her? Also what her name?" Chris asks happily.

"Her name is Isabelle Rose Mendes, but Belle is her newest nickname." Selena tells him and I swear he's crying already.

"Oh my god that's beautiful and she's so precious congratulations Olivia and you too Shawn I'm so happy for you both." He says quiet trying not to wake the baby up.

"Well that's not the only reason I called you him, I called because I have some news for you." Selena says and starts giggling

"Yeah hit me with it." Chris answers her

"Well Olivia and Shawn have just made us the god parents of Isabelle and I couldn't wait to tell you in person." Selena says and Chris' face is now one of shock and happiness.

"No way! Are you serious? Oh my god! Thank you guys so much we won't let you down, and I'm gonna come up and visit soon oh my goodness I have a god daughter." Chris says trying to contain his excitement.

"Ok babe well I gotta go I'll call you later ok?" Selena says and he responded quickly and the call ends.

Visiting hours were over and everyone but our little family were leaving, they all said their goodbyes and the room became quiet as I held my baby girl while my son and beautiful wife were asleep in the hospital bed. I quietly and softly set my newborn baby girl in her hospital cot and fell asleep with a smile on my face in the spare bed in the room.

Pregnancy #3:

October 26, 2021

I was out with the guys just hanging out and having a beer or two. After about an hour I felt it was time to get home so I called an Uber and made my way home. When I walked through the door I called out to my wife and two beautiful children. I heard the putter patter of my children's little feet running towards me, and a pair of footsteps following them. I was met with two very happy children and a beautiful looking Olivia.

My children take my hand and lead me out to our backyard with out telling me why. Olivia was following behind and I was looking curiously at her and she just smiled. Our kids let go of my hands and run behind the three chalk boards and I start to read them as the kids and Olivia wait patiently for my reaction.

The boards read: "Tie Breaker Coming 2022 Girls: 1 Boys: 1."

My eyes grow big and wide and I turn to Olivia and she's smiling so big and rubbing her hand over her stomach. I walk over to her and kiss her sweetly and passionately and hear a string of "ew" and "gross" from our young children.

"We're having another baby? We're gonna be parents of three in nine months?" I ask a mile a minute.

"Yep I'm a week late and went to the doctor to confirm it a few days and I'm a few weeks pregnant and out third baby is growing in my belly." Olivia tells me and I just smile and lift her up and spin her around.

"We have to tell our families soon, but for now it's our little family secret and I loved how you involved our kids in this pregnancy announcement that's was really cute." I say getting excited about having another baby and addition to our family.

We all go about the rest of our evening with dinner and then siting and watching a movies as a family. After the movie we tuck in our sleeping children and then head to bed ourselves.

Birth #3

July 12, 2022

The day started by us getting up at 7:30AM and getting the kids ready for daycare and pre-school. I got home from dropping the kids off at 8:00AM and Olivia was making some more pancakes for the both of us. Her belly is big and swollen from pregnancy and she's still so beautiful. I think she's the most beautiful woman in this planet but especially when she's pregnant with our child.

At around 9:30AM Olivia was washing some dishes that were in the sink when she gasps and looks down at the floor where the puddle of water is growing slowly. I know what's happening after gone through this twice before I now know the protocol. Her water has just broken and the baby's coming soon.

I help her into the car and go get the hospital/baby bag and run back out to the car. I drive to the hospital and get her checked in and entered into an available room. I call my parents and tell them that Olivia is going into labor and that the kids are going to need to be picked up from daycare and pre school.

It takes about 30 minutes for her to become 10 cm dilated and ready to push. After 5 good push's our second baby boy is here. The doctor takes him for measurements and a cleaning. After a few minutes they bring him back in and hand him over to Olivia and she just holds him to her chest.

The nurse begins to ask about his name and other information and we tell her his name is Peter Gabriel Mendes. He's named after me and Olivia's little brother. The name is perfect and I love how we use family names it's cute and so beautiful.

My parents with our children and Olivia's family have shown up and the room is filled with our families. Taylor, Selena, and Camila have made their way into our room. I love that we have our friends and family here with us and celebrating the life of our third child.

"Hey Taylor and Gabe we both have something to ask of you, you can say no but it's be wonderful if you didn't." Olivia says and they nod waiting for the question.

"Yeah sure hit us with it sis." Gabe says and Taylor laughs at him.

"Um well we were wondering if you both would be the god parents of Peter? Since Aaliyah is the god parents of Manuel, Selena and Chris are the god parents of Isabelle, and Peter needs some god parents we thought you guys would be perfect since he's named after you Gabe and Taylor you'd be such a great god parents since you've been a great aunt to our children now." Olivia asks and then ramble on why they'd be great choices.

"I'd love to oh my god, I already love him so much!" Taylor says excitedly.

"I'd also love to since he's my namesake, and I'm already the fun uncle anyways." Gabe says and Liv laughs at him. I smile at them both and then my wife.

I look around the room and it's all smile and sweet gazes except for a certain black haired Latina individual. My smile drops and I go and sit beside her.

"Hey Mila what's wrong are you ok?" I ask my best friend feeling a little concerned.

"Everyone else is being chosen to be a god parent and I just feel a little left out, don't get me wrong I love being Aunt Mila, and I adore your children, it's just I want to be a god parent too ya know." She tells me and my heart hurts a little because she's feeling left out.

"Hey it's ok to feel left out, of and when we have another baby I promise you you'll be the god parent we just thought Gabe and Taylor were good fits for this one, not that you aren't either. I wasn't supposed to tell you this cause it was gonna be a surprise but we're already planning for our next baby and you'll definitely be it's god mother when they're here ok. You're not left out we just picked and wanted to also surprise you." I tell her hopefully making her feel better. Mila smiles at me and pulls me into a hug.

"Oh my god you're already planning for baby number four? You just had number three!" She whispers loudly.

"Yeah we're gonna stop at four kids so we kinda need to plan for this last one and we've chosen god parents already but not names because we don't know yet." I whisper to her and she just smiles at me.

After talking with Camila and a long day of everyone talking they started to leave but my parents told me that they were gonna watch the kids for a few days while we got settled. Everyone left the room and let us have some peace and quiet with our newborn son. Liv had fallen asleep almost as soon as everyone left and I put Peter in his little hospital cot bed, and got in the spare bed and fell asleep myself.

Pregnancy #4:

August 31, 2022

Andre wanted to have a meeting with me about starting a sixth album. After the meeting I headed straight home to discuss the idea with my beautiful wife. I enter the house and head straight to our room and I'm met with all three of our kids and Olivia in the bed watching tv. At the foot of our bed is a little set up with a baby onesie, a black board, and some Mickey ears. The onesie read: "Guess What?" And the board read: "And then there were 4."

"No are you kidding? Wait really we're having another baby?" I ask her excitedly.

"Yes baby we're having another and final baby, I don't think I could do it again after this one." Liv says which makes me laugh.

"Yeah I think four is a great amount of kids and we'll be so happy with our four." I say to her and she laughs at me.

"Ok well, let's get the kids to bed and you can show me just how excited you are about this baby yeah." Liv says and I immediately get into action and help get the kids to bed. After the kids are all in bed we make our way to our bedroom and you can guess what happens next.

Birth #4:

May 31, 2023

Today we were celebrating Olivia's 24th birthday and we were in the middle of her party surrounded by all of our friends and family. Our Marvel friends were here, along with our music friends, and both of our families and we had a big cook out in the back yard and also pool party.

Olivia was standing and talking with Chris, Selena, Robert, and Scarlett. She was smiling and laughing every now and then and just enjoying herself and I was grilling with my dad and father in law. I would look around and make sure our kids and other kids were ok and safe.

I then looked over in Liv's direction again just checking on her to make sure she's ok because currently eight and half months pregnant and I'm worried she'll go into labor soon, but she wanted to have the party anyway. I watch as her face contorts into one of pain and she grabs her baby bump with one hand and the other on Chris' shoulder to steady herself. My eyes go wide and I hand my dad the spatula and quickly make my way over to her.

"Shawn my water just broke and the baby's coming, get the bag and meet me at the car. Everyone feel free to stay and enjoy the rest of the party or feel free to leave and go home, but you can also come to the hospital with us and meet our baby. You'll have to travel separately though." Olivia tells

I was running around the house like a mad man, and I see Chris walking her out to the car slowly trying not to cause her even more pain. I smile at him and mouth a quick "thank you" and he mouths "you're welcome."

I grab the hospital bag and put it in the car and then run back into the backyard and talk to my parents and Taylor, Selena, and Aaliyah.

"Hey can you guys watch the kids and I'll call you all as soon as the baby's here but it would just be easier if you watched them while they were here at the house. Thank you so much I love you all so much." I ask them very quickly trying to get back to Olivia as quick as I can.

"Yeah no problem go and help your wife." Aaliyah says and pushes me in the direction of our back door.

I look at Camila and wave her over to come with me, the. We both go back to the car and get in. I thank Chris once more and drive to the hospital and get Olivia checked in a d settled. I walk out to the waiting room and see my parents, Olivia's parents and brothers, the marvel crew, Camila and her boyfriend Harry.

"Well everyone thank you for coming and being moral support, but it's gonna be a while and when it happens I'll come back out and let you know when you can come in and see the baby." I say to the big group and they all nod their heads and smile at me.

I walk back into the room and sit down in the chair by Olivia's hospital bed and held her hand and she smiled over at me.

"This is the last one, I think four kids running around is quite enough for us don't you think?" She asks me while laughing.

"Yeah four is a good number and we're equally out numbered and I'm glad we are having four. Two little you's and two little me's and they'll all grow up to be so different but also alike in their ways, but I wouldn't trade any of them or you for the world." I say to her squeezing her hand and then she winced and squeezed mine harder.

"Get the doctor I think it's time now." Liv tells me through clenched teeth.

I run out and get a nurse to call the doctor and they all run in the room and let me in to hold my wife's hand while she's told to start pushing. After 4 great pushes Olivia and I hear a high pitched baby crying. The doctors took out new born baby girl for measurements and cleaning. They bring her back in and ask for her information for the birth certificate.

Her name is Atleigh Camila Mendes and she shares a birthday with her beautiful mother and a name with her beautiful loving aunt and god mother Camila. She was born at 8:00PM, she is 6.5LBS, and 19 inches long. She's so beautiful and looks just like her mother.

I walk out and tell the group of people they are aloud in, but that we want Camila and Harry in there first. They follow me into the room and Camila gasps and smiles at the little baby in Liv's arms.

"So we brought you two in first because we want you to be the god parents of Atleigh Camila Mendes." I say and Camila looks shocked and covers her mouth.

"No, are you serious you named her after me, oh my god we're going to be as thick as thieves when she's older and grown up some. We would love to be her god parents oh my god Shawn, Liv thank you so much." Camila says while wiping her eyes of tears that fell after she heard Atleigh's name.

"You've been nothing but supportive and a great friend to me and Shawn and what better way to thank you than giving my baby girl your name as her middle name." Olivia tells her and waves Camila over to hold her god child.

"Thank you Olivia and Shawn I promise we won't let you down, it's such an honor really thank you." Harry says to us and we laugh and I pull him into a hug, and he goes and hugs Liv softly.

Once the sweet moment is over we usher the others in and pass the baby around and the room is all smiles and giggles. After a while some of the group have left and went back to the house. Aaliyah, Selena, Taylor, and our children made their way into the room and we introduced Atleigh to our kids first and then the girls.

After another 30 minutes everyone is starting to leave both our house and the room. Aaliyah made sure to take the kids home and put them all to bed successfully. I'll have to thank her for that later, but I just put my baby girl in her hospital cot and crawl in hospital bed next to Liv and fall asleep.

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anotheronechicagobog · 3 years

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Functional Dysfunction - Rheese - Chapter 1

written by @anotheronechicagobog

A/N: This is a new series I’ve been trying to work on and I’m so happy that I’m finally done the first chapter! It’s IMPORTANT to note that this the fic I took a survey for a while back so; Sarah Reese has a double specialty of ED and Neuro. Also, it’s a bit AU so be prepared for that.

Warnings: swearing, vomit, unplanned pregnancy, talk of abortion

The waiting room was a decent size, but she still felt small. Surrounded by medical diagrams and leather couches, and pregnant women, and pregnant women with children. She felt completely out of depth and she was finding it hard to breathe. Her tunnel vision was only broken when the nurse called her name. The older woman smiled at her obvious nerves and Sarah was instantly relieved, not because of the woman’s assuring demeanour, but because she knew that if she had gone to a doctor at MED instead of Planned Parenthood, she would have instead been met with shock, judgement, and awaiting a comment from Doris.

“Dr. Singh will be with you in a few minutes.”

“Thank you.”

So Sarah laid back on the examination table in the flimsy blue paper gown with her unmentionables in the breeze, because of course, Sarah found herself in a situation where she’d need a transvaginal ultrasound instead of a pap smear. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, trying to calm herself down.

“Ms. Reese?”

“Hi.”

“Hello, I’m Dr. Singh. You believe you’re pregnant?”

“Yes, I took two home tests, I’ve been nauseous but only between two and four in the afternoon and one and four in the morning, I missed my period, I’ve been fatigued, and my breasts have been sore. And it’s... Uh, it’s Dr. Reese, actually.”

“Okay, then. Are you in your residency?”

“Halfway through my second year.”

“So you know how this works then.”

“Yes.”

“Did you bring any support? We have counsellors and resources you can use. Your mental and emotional wellbeing is just as important as your physical health.”

“I’m fine. I just want to get the pregnancy confirmed and then book an abortion. I’m in my second year of residency, the father was a one night stand, and my main source of income comes from my mother who would not approve of me having a baby out of wedlock.”

“I completely understand. Med school was hard enough for me without pregnancy and then a baby. We’re still going to have a counsellor talk to you about it beforehand, make sure that you’re making the decision for you and not for anyone else.”

“Alright, I guess.”

“Well, let’s get started, shall we?”

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Sarah was right, she was pregnant. She wasn’t surprised and it didn’t change how she felt. So when she walked into her next shift she didn’t expect a concerned Maggie to approach her. “Hey Sarah, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Maggie, why? Did something happen that I don’t know about?”

“You’re pale, you haven’t been eating much lately, and you’ve been more tired lately. What’s going on Reese, are you sick? You can talk to Goodwin and she’ll give you time off.”

“I’m grateful that you’re worried about me Maggie, but I’m not sick or anything, I promise. It’s just stress.” Sarah tried and failed to tell herself that she wasn’t technically lying, but pushed that thought to the back of her mind and took in Maggie’s disbelieving demeanour.

“If you’re sure...”

“I am.” Maggie gave her a look that clearly said ‘I don’t think you’re telling the truth but your lie is plausible so I’m letting it go for now’ as she exited the doctor’s lounge, leaving Sarah alone. She took a deep breath as she put her stuff in her locker before grabbing a clean pair of scrubs. After she’d changed into them she looked into the full mirror of the dressing room, staring herself down. She willed against herself not to do it and lost. She turned to the side and placed her hands over her abdomen. She knew that the fetus inside of her was tiny, the size of a sesame seed, but... She didn’t know what she was doing, truthfully. So she shook her head and squared her shoulders before tying her hair back and walking up to the nurses’ station. “What have you got for me, Maggie?”

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Andrew Pierson was seventeen and optimistic, something that both she and Rhodes admired. It made their daily rounds and checkups much easier. On most days they both went at the same time so that both departments were able to get first-hand results and to prevent miscommunication. The only problem was that they were always at 3:30 pm, smack dab in the one-hour afternoon window of Sarah’s ‘morning’ sickness. She did her best to quell it in advance; ginger tea, fresh air, mindful of what she’d had for lunch, and she was always drinking water. Sometimes though, like today, morning sickness couldn’t be quelled or repressed. She and Rhodes were discussing Andrew’s latest brain scan and what his injury meant for a valve replacement, when it reared its ugly head like never before. The bile was rising up her throat, fast and hot. She stopped talking in the middle of her sentence, drawing attention from her colleague and her patient. She didn’t register dropping her tablet. She darted into the adjoining bathroom and emptied the little liquid she had in her stomach. Even after it was all out she had to sit there dry-heaving. The burning discomfort in her throat didn’t bother her like it used to, and the painful twisting in her stomach annoyed her more than anything else at this point. When the hellish nausea finally passed she was able to register that she wasn’t alone. Rhodes stood behind her, holding her hair back for her. She turned to look at him and he clearly felt unbelievably awkward, like her, but she did see worry clearly on display behind his eyes. “What’s going on, Reese? You’ve been sick all week.” She hastily got on her feet, only for Rhodes to have to steady her when her balance wavered and mind spun from doing it too fast. After she was okay enough that Rhodes could let go, she warily made her way to the sink to rinse her mouth, only to find that there was some vomit on the edges of her lips and chin, only furthering her embarrassment as Rhodes tried to make eye contact in the mirror.

“It’s nothing-”

“Okay, stop. This is not nothing, you don’t think I’ve noticed how pale and nauseous you get every day? I may have my head wrapped around for too much but I’m not an idiot. Not to mention, you literally just dropped our patient’s brain scans to vomit. You are not fine, actually, you know what? Let’s just go down to the ED, get you checked out-”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Reese, these are continual symptoms, they could be the sign of-”

“I’m pregnant.”

“... Oh.” Sarah bit out harshly, turned the water off, and left the bathroom, leaving Rhodes standing by the toilet, as she blinked back tears. The look in his eyes, the acknowledgement, the pity. She picked up her, thankfully undamaged tablet, as a demure Dr. Rhodes came to stand beside her again. “I’m very sorry Mr. Pierson, I think I ate some bad sushi yesterday. Let’s just finish our appointment and then we can get you started on your new preparation plan so that you’re ready for surgery, okay?”

“Sounds good, and I hope you feel better soon, doc.”

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Dr. Rhodes had spent the remainder of Andrew’s appointment standing beside her clearly shocked and somewhat muted. When they both left though, he steered her into the closest conference room he could find. “Are you okay?”

“Of course I am, now if you’ll excuse me I have other patients that need my care-”

“What about you? Who’s caring for you? You’ve been really sick, and although pregnancy explains it, it doesn’t change the fact that you have concerning symptoms or that Maggie is one bathroom trip away from admitting you into the hospital herself. Because I haven’t heard anything about you in any of the gossip I’m going to assume that you haven’t told many, if any at all, people here. So is there anyone who knows? Anyone who can help you out? And what about the father? I mean you’re pregnant, you’re going to have a baby. Have you spoken to Goodwin yet? She’ll work with everyone to make sure that you’ve got everything you need-”

“Okay, stop! No one knows and I want to keep it that way. I’m not... I’m getting an abortion. And I just...” Sarah took a deep breath as she blinked her tears away. Not now, not at work, not in front of Dr. Rhodes.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay.” He stood there awkwardly, his arms hovering around her form, unsure of whether he should embrace her or not. Sarah shrugged his hand away and took a few controlled breaths. “I won’t tell anyone, but, does anybody know? And I don’t mean from work, I mean in general, do you have someone to talk to about this? Or take you to and from the procedure?”

“No but it’s fine, I’ll just call a cab after.”

“What if something goes wrong during the procedure, who are they going to call? You have to list an emergency contact.”

“I’ll be fine, everything will be fine.” Sarah took a steadying breath as she tried to quell her morning sickness, again, and stop her body from shaking. “Are you trying to reassure me? Or yourself?” Sarah honestly didn’t have an answer for that.

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Sarah cursed herself constantly over the fifteen-minute drive it took to get to Molly’s. Not only did she reveal a pretty damning secret to one of the hospital’s top surgeons, but she hadn’t been able to get out of going to the bar with the rest of the ED staff. And since Molly’s was a firefighter bar, owned by a few members of the 51st firehouse, the father of her child was most likely going to be there. She sat in her car, trying not to let the dread fill her as she stared at the ornate door of what was now her least favourite bar, not that she enjoyed drinking enough to have a favourite. She took the seat next to Maggie and tried to join in on the laughter that was being shared amongst her colleagues. But she couldn’t, she felt hot and cold all over, her breathing was tense, her chest was constricted, and her smile didn’t quite meet her eyes. The fact that Jimmy Borrelli, the father of the unborn child inside of her that he didn’t even know about, was staring at her with familiar lust-filled eyes, and that Connor Rhodes, currently the only person who knew about her pregnancy, just entered and looked at her with a mix of shock, horror, and concern, did absolutely nothing to help with her stress or her pregnancy symptoms. Rhodes made his way over to the table with a guarded look on his face. “Hey guys, how about I get the next round?”

“You’re not new anymore Rhodes, we know you’re not a complete stuck up ass, you don’t have to keep trying to bribe us.”

“Thanks for your words of kindness, Halstead, but this isn’t bribery, this is me offering beer.”

“... Fair enough, man. I think we’re all up for it.”

“Great, hey Reese, would you mind helping me carry it all over?” The meaningful look Rhodes sent made it clear he was using this as an excuse to talk to her away from their co-workers. “Sure.” She tried to sound chipper as she hopped out of her seat, but her voice was tired and it cracked partway through the word. Rhodes visibly frowned and Sarah could feel the concerned stares from her co-workers. They walked to the counter and nodded at Hermann, ready to wait until he was available. “I know that you’re... ‘Cancelling your subscription’,” he spoke lowly, mindful of all the ears around them and how fast gossip flourished among the groups present, “but you still, you know, have it. Should you be drinking?”

“I’m not. I’ve missed too many get-togethers and because of my, uh ‘binge-watching’. People, Maggie in particular are getting suspicious. And honestly, even though I’m ‘cancelling my subscription’, I can’t bring myself to do anything to harm... You know. I, uh, I don’t even drink, really.”

“Yeah, I know. Is there anything else I can get you, then?” Sarah shook her head even though her stomach had turned on her and was eating itself. The bodily organ betrayed her, making an audible growl that could be heard above the music bursting out of the speaker directly above them and the loud mixture of conversations that made nearly everything inaudible. He raised his eyebrow as she scolded herself internally and tried to ignore the warmth creeping up to her cheeks at his bemused expression. “You sure about that? How about some food? I hear that Mills has taken up working the kitchen here, the food should be good.”

“The food is great! And I’m not just saying that because I own that place.” Sarah jumped at Hermann’s voice, not knowing he’d gotten back to them.

“Would you mind showing me a menu then, Hermann? I won’t turn down free food.” Sarah nodded her head at the man standing next to her with a slight smile on her face, feeling better than she had all day if she was being honest. “Oh, is the good doctor buying again?”

“Yes I am, which reminds me, three pitchers of Coors please, and-”

“Spaghetti and meatballs.”

“And spaghetti and meatballs, please.”

“You got it. Here’s your beer, glasses for everyone, and your food’ll be brought over to you when it’s done.”

“Great.”

“And Reese?”

“Yeah?”

“Give us a good review, will ya? We could use all the help we can get to gain some traction for the kitchen.”

“You got it.”

Sarah eyed the tower of glasses she had in her right hand, concentrating far more than necessary if she was being honest, to make sure that she didn’t drop them. When Sarah set the glasses and full pitcher down she took the opportunity to look around the tables at her colleagues. Everyone had gone back to their conversations, and weren’t regarding her with caution, except for Maggie and Manning. They shared a look with each other, then her. “I’m fine, promise.” They shared another look with each other before discreetly taking her hands into theirs. “We don’t believe you.”

#One Chicago #chicago med #Chicago Fire #Sarah Reese #connor rhodes x sarah reese #connor rhodes #maggie lockwood #Natalie Manning #jimmy borrelli #will halstead

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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Ready Set COOK!

A/N have this random ass fic I cranked out cause I watched some food network. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it!

"Y/N is arguable the best cook in the dorms." Mina says salivating over the thought of dinner as 1A figures out what they are going to try to convince you to make.

"Tch. Yea fucking right. I cook the best!" Bakugou chimes in suddenly flipping through the channels with fever.

"Ha!" You laugh dryly, "Maybe when I'm having a bad day."

He grinds his teeth as he glares at you, channel surfing forgotten.

"Let's settle this." He snarls although he barely moves from his lounging position.

"How do you declare we do that spicy boi?" A hush suddenly falls over the room at your most recent and his most hated nickname.

Explosions threaten to pop but the TV blares before he can.

"THIS WEEK ON COOK OFF!"

"OH OH!" Kirishima pipes in, jumping up to point at the TV frantically.

"Fuck no." Bakugou bites out, sending daggers the red heads way.

"Oh come on Bakugou it will be fun!" He whines only to be shut down again. This time with an explosion. The hot head jumps to his feet with smoking hands.

"I SAID FUCK NO!"

"Why? Too scared you'll get your ass kicked?" You prompt, looking at your nails as you speak. He stalks your way leaning over you as you sit on the couch.

"I'm too scared you'll lose so badly you'll have to commit seppuku to regain your honor." The tension is palpable in the large living room, making some of the students feel small from its weight.

"Oh so you admit you worry about me?" You say in your most flirtatious voice, placing your hand onto his shoulder because you love to get under his skin. He jerks back with crazed eyes.

"I don't give a fuck about any of you extras!"

"Good! Now we need judges. Todoroki?" You ask but Bakugou shakes his head.

"His palette is as expanded as a fucking toddler's." The ash blonde shakes his head, "Mother fucker eats cold soba for breakfast lunch AND dinner."

"Ouch." An invisible arrow pierces the two toned boy in the chest.

"Well..." You look around the room, "It can't be biased..."

"Deku? Oh no wait then you'll use him as an *excuse* when you lose." You giggle, his cheeks burn from the sound.

"Fuck you and fuck Deku." He snarls, "What about Shinso?"

"Aaahh that's a good one. He hates everyone equally." You chime in, placing your hand in your chin as you look over your peers.

"Wow glad you noticed." He rolls his amethyst eyes although he does not object.

"Oh Denki!" You point at the electric

"OMG YES MY TIME TO SHINE BABY!" He fists his hands into the pants of your legs, so happy to be included.

"NO! Not pikachu! His brain is FRIED!" Bakugou snarls and Denki let's out a sad 'hey' while a crocodile tear rolls down his cheek.

"Yes, that's what would make him the best wild card! You'll never know what he's gonna think!" You absentmindedly let your hand pet over the curve of his skull.

Part of you wonders if suggesting him is a bad idea. Your eyes flicker to the TV just to see someone asking the sweating chefs what they are planning.

"Kirishima can be the host!" You say with excitement, "Now we just need one more judge. Someone who likes to eat."

Silence settles over the room aside from the now low roar of the TV

"I've got it!" Your new ruby eyed host pipes in, "I'll ask Sun Eater senpai!"

"He's so meek. How are you going to get him to agree?" You ask as a some what devilish smile crosses his face.

"Oi, I forgot you came in after. Poor guy got pestered by shitty hair until he said yes to taking him to his agency." Bakugou crosses his arms.

"We'll compete tomorrow! I've got to prepare!" You stare after Kirishima who runs to get his phone, you cant see him bullying someone into helping him.

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You had never been proven more wrong as you stand in the dorms over sized kitchen in front of the panel of judges.

Shinso who looks bored, Denki who reminds you of a kid hopped up on sugar and a petrified Tamaki.

"Welcome chefs!" Kirishima announces, it's funny how quickly he made the kitchen look much like the studio. Even forcing you and Bakugou into real chef jackets while Kirishima wears one of his suits.

"Oi, you really went all out." He growls, somehow making the compliment sound like an insult. You roll your eyes before you let them linger over Bakugou. Much like you he wears the black jacket with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, he has a towel resting over a broad shoulder.

Somehow this outfit makes your cheeks burn. You swallow, looking out over the "live" audience, aka class 1A with every chair they could find in the dorm piled into the smallest part of the kitchen.

Sitting on the edges of their seats.

"Today the two of you will be placed head to head agaisnt one another to become UA's top chef!" Kirishima announces with gusto even earning a small cheer from the audience.

"Tonights prize does not only include bragging rights BUT this!" He gestures widely to the obviously paper mache trophy, Bakugou snorts.

"Really? You could have asked Momo over there?" He points in the dark and Kirishima blushes a bit. Although he is saved as Momo walks towards the front, not breaking the attire with her long sleep dress that looks more like a ball room gown. Kirishima thanks her silently before punching the old trophy off with the new one.

"Who will when this amazing trophy and the title of UA's top chef?" Kirishima looks to the audience before adding, "Let's find out!"

"Contestants, today's challenge is broken down into three parts. Appetizer, entree and dessert! The three dishes must meld flawlessly with one another! You have ten minutes to look over the ingredients and come up with a meal plan. Starting.....now!"

The two of you jump, pulling open at the two large fridges behind you to be met with an array of vegetables and meats.

"Are they like timed?" Shinso asks, as he twirls his fork.

"Good question, Shinso. Yes each portion of the competition will be timed!"

As you begin to put together your game plan you rush towards the pantry. Fear making you hesitate, the pantry was mostly empty just yesterday.

"Oi! Open the fucking door!" A yell behind you before you rip open the cabinet with blatant rage.

Surprisingly the pantry is popping at the seams, ingredients pop out at you that you hastily grab.

"Chefs your time is up! You have fifteen minutes to begin prepare your first dish! GO!"

Excitement pushes your body into motion as you slice bacon strips down the middle. Your thoughts compete with the vigorous chopping from the station next to you as you delicately wrap sliced puff pastry around the now bacon wrapped asparagus.

"Chef Bakugou what are you preparing?"

"Use your fucking eyes." He growls, adding something to a bowl.

"Hey..." Kirishima sounds crestfallen, almost hurt and its hurt enough for Katuski to sigh.

"Alright alright. I'll tell you. Stop pouting!" He chops into a radish harshly to emphasize his point before going on.

"I believe its important to go a little on the lighter side for a starter. Almost refreshing cleanses the palette." Your ears perk at his deep voice as you pull your starter from the oven, "So I'm making a radish and cucumber salad with rice vinager and chili flakes for a small kick."

"It looks wonderful chef!" Kirshima comments before adding, "Five minutes to plate!"

"Shit..." You hiss to yourself as you delicately arrange your asparagus twists, while popping hands roast sesame seeds in an instant before tossing them into the salad.

The two if you plate, arrange and present until kirishima finally shouts

"TIMES UP! STEP AWAY FROM THE PLATES!" Both of you back away with raised hands.

"First up. Y/N-chan." Kirishima says happily as the judges look over their food.

Shinso takes a bite first.

"Flavorful. Savory. Its delicious." Is all he offers as he eats his second.

"Kaminari?" Kirishima prompts. Denki is smiling ear to ear before a rare seriousness washes over his features as he chews.

"I dont like asparagus." He states with a harsh tone.

"IM FUCKED!" You scream internally.

"But you've made me like it."

"IM UNFUCKED!"

Kaminari takes another bite, thinking it over

"The puff pastry is airy and buttery and surprisingly the bacon is crispy without your vegetable drying out. Very well done."

You glance at Bakugou who mouths

"Is he fucking Gorden Ramsey now?" To which you giggle.

"Tamaki senpai, please do not judge on usefulness for your quirk but by taste." Kirishima encourages as Tamaki almost shrinks away. He takes a bite before smiling.

"I..its delicious. Togata would enjoy this."

"Next up Bakugou!"

"Nice kick, cool cuc flavor. I like it." Shinso nods to Bakugou as he makes a mark in on the pad provided.

"Honestly, Chef Katsuki. I was really worried about the heat level when I saw your heavy handed toss of pepper flakes into the salad. But the flakes really bring out the tang of the rice vinager, the smoky flavor of the sesame seed while the radish and cucumber take the edge away *just* enough." Kaminari says before taking another bite, scribbling as he chews.

This time Bakugou looks to you and you laugh aloud at his bewildered scarlet eyes.

"Just got with it!" You call from your station. Struggling to keep your giggle.

Who knew confusion could look so cute?

"Its just the right amount of spice. Togata would enjoy this."

"Take your station, Katsuki as we will now begin the main course. You have thirty five minutes to prepare!"

Time ticks by faster than you'd like as your watched pot of water finally boils. You add in chopped golden potatoes setting a timer before butter flying your chicken breasts for a more even cook and better grilled sear.

Bakugou works furiously with his steak, pounding at it to quickly tenderize it, adding an aromatic garlic herb butter to a heated pan. He swirls the melting blob until it coats the bottom of the pan.

Both of you are about to start your meats before Kirishima breaks your concentration.

"Chefs! I've found an ingredient you HAVE to incorporate into your main dish." He presents a rectangular package that has you seething.

"KIRISHIMA WHAT THE FUCK?!" You both yell in unison, slamming your meats on your cutting boards.

"Dry packs of ramen noodles!" He announces in case either of you couldn't read the damn packaging!

"What the fuck?" Is all the two of you can say as you're tossed the package of ramen noodles. You stare at your dish, you couldn't easily shift your meal plan into Asian like Bakugou could thanks to his universal salad. The dishes had to be cohesive and you had fucking POTATOES BOILING TO BE MASHED

You stare almost stunned as the red rectangle stares back at you.

You hated ramen.

Meanwhile Bakugou grumbles to himself as he slices his steak into thin strips, adding ginger, a bit of sesame seed oil, green onion and some beef broth to boil.

He tosses in the package of ramen.

"This is cheap shit." He grumbles to himself before adding the steak in a few moments later slamming a lid onto the pan. He was lucky he picked a deep pan as opposed to his original idea of a shallow one.

"Half of the time is remaining chefs!"

"Perfect!" You slam your fist into your palm as you make haste. Quickly grabbing eggs, milk, flour and the food processor.

You begun to crush the noodles until they become a fine grain.

"Eji do we have to use the stupid flavor packet?"

"Fucking why would you ask?!" Bakugou snarls your way, ruby red eyes slide to the panel.

"Judges?"

"No." They answer in unison and you both sigh in relief. For you it would have been hard to incorporate to your sudden idea of fried chicken while the flavoring would be too salty and undercut the flavor building he had done for his dish.

You mash your potatoes, adding in garlic cloves, cubes of butter, a bit of season salt all before emulsifying it to a whipped state.

"Five minutes chefs!"

You begin to really sweat now, you didnt want to rush your chicken for fear of the batter not becoming crispy enough or worse yet an undercooked breast.

"Three minutes chefs!"

"Fuck! Cook chicky cook!" You mumble to the fryer, scarlet eyes shift to your bouncing frame, plating his own food, swiping juices that splatter.

"Come on plate damn it! It's done!" He shouts to you.

"You *do* care!" You tease, although your heart is in your throat as you place the chicken onto the plate, drizzling a honied mustard over the breasts.

"Like hell. It's just winning by default is boring. I want to watch them spit your food out." His voice comes out soaking in malice but his eyes say otherwise. Mischief and excitement dance along his scarlet iris.

"AND TIME!" You both step away from your plates. Breathing heavily as the two of you look down at your master pieces.

Bakugou places his hand on the small of your back to guide you in front of the panel as Kirishima grabs your dishes.

"Bakugou you're up first."

"This is not thirty cent ramen." Is all Shinso says as he slurps up the noodles before biting into the beef. No one misses his eyes flutter.

"Wow." Is all Kaminari can say chewing with delight, "Just wow. I would have thought the noodles were homemade. The beef is tender, all cooked evenly. The sauce flavorful, a hit of ginger and I'm surprised you hadn't added any heat. I would have loved to have seen a five alarm ramen from you."

Bakugou grinds his teeth to keep from shouting at his last remark.

"Togata would enjoy this."

"I'll be sure to make him a to go plate." Kirishima winks before presenting your dish.

"I never would have thought to use ramen as breeding." Purple eyes glitter as he devours the chicken.

"Me either. Its excellently light, you matured everyone's favorite honey mustard by making it with a sharper brown mustard and the potatoes are soft, beautifully whipped and garlicy!"

"This is 'southern food?'" Tamaki asks, "Togata would like it."

You smile warmly.

"Last round chefs! You'll have forty five minutes to prepare a dessert with *this* ingredient." He holds up a green can and your stomach sinks.

"Is that fucking wasabi?" Bakugou snarls, even the heat king is stunned.

"Yes chef it is. Please incorporate this ingredient into your dish. Starting...NOW!"

You stare at the green can. What in the actual fuck? Maybe you should have made a menu more geared towards Asian cuisine.

I mean you were in FUCKING JAPAN AFTER ALL.

You snatch onto the can, now was not the time to damn yourself. You could do this. You could beat Bakugou!

Even if it killed you.

You decided to taste it, youd never actually had it, just knew that it was potent.

"That's too much idiot!" Bakugou yells from his station just as your about to put a heaping teaspoon into your mouth.

"Like scoop with a chop stick." He says, showing you himself. His chopstick dips into the wasabi to return with the smallest of green.

You mimic him, popping it into your mouth as instant regret washes over you as you try to break down the components of the flavor.

It was hot with underlying notes of freshness, almost herbal as the heat began to fade.

But with that regret comes an idea.

You work vigorously grabbing all the chocolate you can find before making a batch of brownies, wasabi mixed into the batter.

Nothing was more southern than cake or a brownie.

"I'll fucking tell you what..." You finish the thought aloud as you worked.

All the while Bakugou glances to you with concerned eyes before he measures out the perfect amount of coconut milk to reduce with almond milk, a split vanilla pod, some sugar, honey and wasabi powder.

Soon his odd mixture becomes fragrant, the freshness of it competing with the richness of baking brownies.

Time ticks by too quickly as you snatch the wasabi powder from Bakugou adding the smallest amount to powdered sugar, cocoa and milk as you make the frosting to your brownies.

You feel like you're ahead of time as your plate, eyes looking over to Bakugou who is garnishing ramekins with edible flowers and flakes of coconut.

"Fuck." You murmur before pipping on some icing. Smoothing it out with a knife. Plating it as Kirishima obnoxiously counts down.

"Time!" He yells. You're shaking before glancing at Bakugou who seems nervous himself. Again he guides you to the panel, you lean into him for a bit of support.

Your heart was racing, sweat still dripping down the nape of your neck and beading on your brow.

You couldn't tell who's dishes they favored and there was a chance you could very well lose.

You'd hate to admit but Bakugou's station smelt fucking amazing all night.

"Y/N!" Kirishima smiles a wide tooth smile, "Wasabi brownies. Interesting."

"You mean fucking fire." Shinso says.

"Its astounding how the chocolate adds to the heat with out one overpowering the other. A delicate scale was balanced today."

You find Bakugou's hand by his side. giving it a squeeze to keep yourself form laughing. He leans towards you and whispers into your ear.

"Bet you're regretting adding Flavor Town onto the board."

A giggle escapes your lips that drives Katuski mad.

"Togata would love this! Please save a square for him!"

The judges cleanse their palates before moving into Bakugou's dessert.

"So delicate." Shino adds, looking down at the purple flowers.

"Watch it." He bites but you again squeeze his hand, this time whispering to him

"That means he likes it. You did an amazing job plating."

He watches you smile as you drink in their comments about *his * dish.

"I like that you start and finish things with a refreshing yet memorable dish. The edible flowers add immense color to this dish, the wasabi heightens the sweetness of the honey and the coconut flakes add a little bit of both crunch and depth. Excellent."

"So pretty..." Tamkai stares at his dessert before adding a small bite into his mouth. His eyes flutter and you know then that you've lost.

That's two different judges with different meals that he has impressed. He squeezes your hands, you look up to him expecting a smug smile only to see nervousness.

"The judges will now debate. Please sit in the waiting room while they discuss who will be UA's top chef!"

"Where the fuck is that?" The blonde snarls.

"The living room!" He whispers as you drag an agitated Bakugou with you.

The two of you sit in silence, sinking into the couches with tired bodies.

Adrenaline can do that to you. Minutes tick by before you sigh out.

"I'm pretty sure you won. You..." You gush, "Amazing. That salad looked so damn good!"

Katuski cannot help the smile that spreads across his face as he watches you sing his praises.

"Honestly your southern dishes were something new to them. That's far better and seriously ramen as a breeding? Innovative as fuck." He sags in the couch closer to you. The two of you half fighting over who really one by pointing out the best moves the other did.

Gradually gravitating closer to one another with heatedexcitement fueled by friendly competition. The two of you are butting foreheads as you argue.

"But the flowers were stunning...." The vigor in your tone dies down as you stare into something else that else stunning.

Scarlet eyes sparkle like gems in the low light of the side table lamps. Suddenly you are hyper aware of your proximity to him. You try to scoot back only for your hip to hit the arm of the couch, barely moving a centimeter. You were safely nestled between the couch and his amazingly muscular arms.

Bakugou swallows his desire as he drinks you in this close, having never realizing how pretty you actually were.

Add that to your ability to kick ass on the battle field and in the kitchen had Bakugou looking at you in a whole new light. He seems to choke on his desire as one strong hand finds the nape of your neck.

"I bet nothing tastes as delicious as your lips." He says before pressing his own to yours.

The saying alone has your body flushed and a small whimper erupts in the back of your throat as you closed your eyes.

Shit.

You liked arrogant, smart mouthed, excellent chef handsome ass Bakugou.

And now that you've tasted him, you'll never want to eat anything else again.

You kiss him back with matched passion and the two of you forget about the competition for a moment. Foot steps had the two of you breaking apart, cheeks burning brighter than the boy's hair whose entered the living room just missing everything.

"They are ready to announce the winner." He turns on his heel, expecting the two of you to follow. Both of you share a look before standing. Bakugou wraps his arm around your waist pulling you close to him so he can whisper in the cockiest tone he can muster.

"After they announce me as winner. Let me make you dessert."

@we-starlight-in-the-making @kiribakuho @babybakuu @zbops @crimsondream-1 @alwaysmy crazy ass did it. I made the fic I wanted

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sadviper · 3 years

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Turnip Cake Recipe

For @staidwaters and @elciaisshrinking

For a good visual reference, this Woks of Life recipe has the same process and most of the same ingredients. The major difference from my loosey-goosey method of measuring to what is described in the Woks of Life link will probably be that the WoL version will end up dry as heck.

https://thewoksoflife.com/turnip-cake-lo-bak-go/

This isn’t hard to make at all, but depending on the prep options you decide to go with, it can take 2+ hours for the longest prep time, plus 45 min steaming per pan, to maybe 1.5 hrs prep if you use a food processor for the turnip.

There’s also a lot of forgiveness for accidents in measuring. It’s very much adjustable to taste, or as a friend says, “season until your ancestors say it’s ready”, lol.

Ingredients

- 2-4 lap cheung, steam or microwave for 15 sec to make easier to dice (Kam Yen Jan Chinese Style Sausage brand is my favorite ) Depending on the store, I’ve seen it range from $7-9 a package.

- A bunch of soaked and diced dried shiitake mushrooms (rinse before soaking if you want to reuse the water) - will take a couple hours to turn soft

- A bunch of soaked and diced dried baby shrimp (rinse before soaking if you want to reuse the water) It will take an hour or two to soak, but don’t worry if it’s still kind of hard after that. Also after soaking but before dicing, use a butter knife to scrape out the black poop vein running along the back spine of the shrimp

- Lots of scallion (3-4 stalks), chopped

- A few slices of ginger, diced

- Several cloves of garlic, diced

- Soaked dried scallops, shredded (rinse before soaking if you want to reuse the water. Also optional because they’re seriously expensive. Depending on size and quality, easily starts at $35+/lb, but it tastes really good.)

- ½ tsp white pepper

- ¾ tbsp salt

- ½ tsp sugar

- little bit of Chicken powder (optional, esp if you use chicken broth later)

- Sesame seeds for garnish

- 1 lb bag of rice flour (use 3/4ths of the bag) - make sure it’s regular rice flour, NOT glutinous rice flour

- 1/3 cup corn starch

- Chicken broth, water, or reuse the soaking water from the mushrooms/scallops/shrimp

- Lots of daikon turnip (2 large ones, or 2 medium ones + small one, or one enormous one…this recipe will make roughly 2 medium to 1 large + 1 medium cake pan’s worth) When I make this, I have to use the biggest mixing bowl size to hold it.

o For smoother texture, grate or use a food processor to shred it all

o For piece-y mouthfeel that mom likes, julienne it (do only if you have arm fortitude and a lot of time)

Steps

1) Prep all ingredients (remember to soak dry ingredients for 1-2 hours! The chopping will take 1.5-2 hrs after that, lol)

2) Stir fry the sausage first. It will leak out a lot of oil. Scoop out the sausage once it’s been singed, and stir-fry the mushroom, scallops, and shrimp in that oil with a little bit of scallion until hot. Put aside. You can cook the ingredients all together at same time or separately in succession.

3) Add a little bit of oil into the wok/large pot again, and stir fry the garlic and ginger. Add the daikon and stir.

4) Add chicken broth/water to the pot until it reaches halfway up the level of turnip. Don’t overfill with water; the turnip will sink and ooze liquid as it cooks.

5) Put the cover on and stir occasionally until soft. (About 15 minutes for me, I have an electric stove and I always cook at level 4 to avoid boiling things over. But don’t sweat it if you over/undercook; you’re going to steam again anyway)

6) While the turnip cooks, in a separate bowl, mix the rice flour, corn starch, salt, sugar, white pepper, and chicken powder together. Slowly add water or soaking water into the mixture a bit at a time, stirring every time, until the consistency becomes wet and drippy without lumps. (think pancake batter consistency, NOT wet dough consistency which is too dry)

7) When turnip is ready, turn off the stove but leave the pot on the burner. Add ½ of the rice mixture to the pot and stir thoroughly. Then add the rest and stir thoroughly. Also add half of the mixture of sausage/shrimp/mushroom/scallops and half the scallion. Make sure not to leave the pot too long on the heat, and to stir all the way to the bottom; the rice mixture is a congealing agent. If the mix is too watery, turn the heat back on and stir until it thickens. It should have a wet dough consistency.

8) Grease cake pans of whatever size will fit in your steamer, scoop the mixture into the pans, and smooth it down. Top with the remaining half of sausage/mushroom/shrimp/scallop and press down a little if you don’t want the pieces to roll away when you cut it later. Save the scallion for garnish later (unless you don’t mind it turning goopy dark green)

9) I use a large wide-bottom pot with a wire rack to rest the cake pan. Fill bottom with water until just under the wire rack, cover and boil. When the water is steaming, put the cake pan in and steam for 45 minutes. Check occasionally to make sure the water hasn’t dried out.

10) Once done steaming, top with remaining scallion and sesame seeds.

11) If eaten fresh, depending on how much liquid you put in, it might fall apart easily, as my recipe is much looser/soft/less cake-y than what you might find in a dim sum restaurant (they will also be missing most of the sausage/scallop/shrimp/mushrooms because those ingredients are expensive). It will solidify when refrigerated and eaten later. When eating after refrigeration, you can slice and pan fry it to get that nice seared surface texture, but microwaving or re-steaming is fine too if you want to be healthier. If you didn’t add a lot of salt/salted chicken broth, you can serve with oyster sauce for flavor. Otherwise, I like to eat it as is. :3

#turnip cake #recipe #lo bak go

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bitchygivenchy · 4 years

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i have some very very important news if you can’t tell by the picture. i’m pregnant! right now my baby is the size of a little sesame seed but i’ve already started to notice the tiniest baby bump. thank you all who are supporting me on this journey, i can’t wait to meet my mini me 💗💙

#pregnancy #children

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everlarkbirthdaygifts · 4 years

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Happy Birthday, winegirl65!

Today, we wish @winegirl65 a Happy Belated Birthday! We hope you had a wonderful day back on December 12th, and got exactly the presents you were hoping for. To bring your party back around, @ally147writes has written a story just for you!

AN: I am so sorry for the delay on your gift, @winegirl65! Not only am I *still* putting together my thesis, but I have been so blocked on all things Everlark that writing anything has been incredibly difficult. I hope this little fic is enjoyable and doesn’t read like it was written and rewritten - no joke, I was counting - seventeen times

Rated T. Unbeta’d, all errors are mine.

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Years ago, when Peeta told her atop the training centre building that he wanted to freeze that moment with her head in his lap and live in it forever, she’d agreed without even thinking about it. It seemed a harmless little lie that didn’t matter so much when death loomed so heavy above them. (Even though the sheer sweetness of the moment made her heart flutter strangely in her chest).

If she were picking moments to freeze and live in forever, she wouldn’t have picked that one. She wouldn’t have picked any moment from back then. Even those nights on the train are tinged a little too dark for her to want to revisit often. It wasn’t until after they came home, that he came home, that they started building a home together, that she started to see why Peeta would have made a statement like that to begin with.

She thinks she’d like to freeze their first real kiss. The first one without cameras, without an audience. She could stand to relive the nervous, happy pounding of her heart a thousand times, see that joyous smile light Peeta’s face forever. Feel his hands firm on her waist and hers buried in his thick curls. Feel that encompassing warmth and safety that comes with Peeta’s arms around her.

But that’s kind of been every kiss since, too, and something about kissing Peeta never gets old.

Maybe she’d like to freeze the first real time they sat and had a meal together. It wasn’t long after he came back. She was still trying to detangle the horrid mass of knots at the ends of her hair. But she’d managed a plump roast duck and some katniss tubers she’d found by the lake. He’d brought bread and a salad made of dandelion greens. He made a joke that she doesn’t really remember now, but it had been the first time she’d laughed in almost a year, and the first time in a long while that she’d heard Peeta’s laugh, too.

A good moment, but still not the one she’d freeze.

The moment she’d told him she was pregnant would be a wonderful one to live in. It was only a week ago, but she’s never going to forget the sheer joy that surged through him and into her, lighting them up electric. He’d smiled wider than she’d ever seen and stared at her like she’d wrapped up the sun and the moon and the stars for him to keep forever. The memory of him sliding onto his knees to press his lips and whisper to the still flat surface of her stomach makes her teary even now. Damn hormones.

But she’s got at least another seven months to enjoy his wonder, the only antidote to her near constant internal panic. So perhaps that isn’t the right moment, either.

She continues scrubbing the vegetables in the sink. Maybe the perfect, freeze-able moment doesn’t exist? She always thought the notion was a little too steeped in far-fetched romance for her liking, anyway. And even she could pin down that one, perfect moment —

“You look awfully serious.” She jumps as Peeta’s voice breaks through her haze. “Are you all right?” he asks, eyeing her with a scrutiny she knows is only going to get more and more critical as the months wear on. “Is it the baby?”

“Peeta, the baby’s the size of a sesame seed right now.”

“Doesn’t mean she can’t cause problems.”

“But it does mean he has to work extra hard at it. And I’m fine,” she says, drying her hands on her apron. “Just… thinking, I guess.”

Peeta quirks a brow at her. He leans against the counter and crosses his arms. She watches the subtle flex of his forearms through his shirt and feels herself kind of drift off again. “What about?”

She shakes her head. “Nothing, really.”

“Nothing had you spacing out like that for a whole five minutes? Must have been important. I called your name maybe a dozen times and you didn’t eve flinch.”

“Maybe a dozen and one would have done the trick.”

He hums. “You know they call that a baker’s dozen, right?”

“All the more appropriate, if you ask me.”

He rolls his eyes, but his smile stays. “You’re kind of impossible.”

“Just kind of? So… improbable, then?”

Peeta tilts his head and laughs. “Case, and point.”

“And yet, you married me anyway.”

“True, so I guess it’s on me.”

“I mean, it’s not like I forced you.”

“Definitely all on me, then.” He smiles again, softer this time, the sort of smile she can’t help but blush under. “Hey, you busy right now?”

She heaves a heavy faux sigh. “The vegetables can wait to go in the oven, I suppose.”

“Good.” He holds out his hand. “Come ‘ere.”

She purses her lips. “What in the world for?”

That smile is still making her insides flip. “Do I need an excuse to hold my beautiful wife?”

She looks down at herself, at the grubby apron covering some equally grubby clothing. “When she looks like this, you might.”

He rolls his eyes again and takes her hand, tugging her body into his. He wraps his arms around her and links his hands at the small of her back. “See what I mean?” he says. “Impossible.”

“Well, now that you have me,” she says, getting up on tiptoe to drop a quick kiss to his lips, “what are you gonna do with me?”

He smiles and sways, just a little, side to side. “Who say’s I was gonna do anything with you? Maybe I just wanted to dance.”

“To what? There’s no music.”

“Since when is that a requirement?” He spins her gently out from him and twirls her back, kissing her nose. “Dance with me, Katniss.”

“Why?”

“Why not? It’s a beautiful afternoon, you’re still the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen, and a week ago yesterday you made me the happiest man in the world and I’m still not quite over it.”

“So, you want to dance because you’re happy?”

“So, so happy, Katniss. Unbelievably happy.”

She smiles and leans her head against his chest to listen to the steady, calming thrum of his heart, echoes those words she told him so long ago. “I’ll allow it.”

“You will?”

“Sure. I’m pretty happy, too, you know?”

“You are?”

She holds him tighter at the slight waver of uncertainty in his voice. “Yeah. I am.”

He spins her through the kitchen, the waning sunlight casting golden shafts that slice between their steps. They’re unpractised, the lessons they learned with Effie all but forgotten. Effie would probably screech to see them now, pressed close enough together that they can’t do much else but sway together.

But she supposes the movements themselves don’t matter much. Not when they’re laughing as much as they’re kissing, tripping as much as they’re smooth as butter. He dips her low and kisses her nose, holding her there as he moves to her lips, and the blood rushes to her head.

She’s not sure she’d freeze this moment, either, but if she’s being honest, it’s pretty close to perfect.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #everlarkbirthdaygifts #everlarkbirthdaydrabbles #fan fic #by ally147writes

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