#Quick and Easy Chopping

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A Game-Changer in the Kitchen!

I recently purchased the Rico Japanese Technology Rechargeable Wireless Electric Chopper, and it has completely transformed my cooking experience. This little kitchen gadget has exceeded my expectations in every way, and I couldn’t be happier with my purchase. First and foremost, the wireless design of this chopper is a game-changer. No more dealing with annoying cords or searching for an…

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Honey garlic soy sauce pork chops

[pavlovianfuckery]

he is so bad at chopping carrots oh my god

[kamatty2000]

How to Make Honey Garlic Pork Chops: A Flavor-Packed Recipe for Busy Weeknights

Learn how to make honey garlic pork chops in under 30 minutes! This easy, flavorful recipe is perfect for a quick, healthy dinner. Sweet, savory, and oh-so-delicious! Why You’ll Love These Honey Garlic Pork Chops If you’re craving a mouthwatering dinner without spending hours in the kitchen, you’re in for a treat! Honey garlic pork chops are the perfect blend of sweet and savory flavors, with…

[weaselle]

i had to make a solution for this for myself, mostly because of depression, but it makes a nice How To for folks who are low on spoons or could use some help in the kitchen.

Fortunately i was a professional cook for over a decade. UNfortunately the first post i made explaining it was suuuuper long. Let's see if i can do better

So you select any protein that you can cook in a frying pan -- chicken breasts, ground beef, pork chops, sausages, steak, chicken thighs, whatever. You also select one or two types of veggie (mushrooms or tubers also work, i just did this with potatoes and carrots for dinner tonight).

[i like cooking for vegetarians, but this is how i cook for myself when i'm low on spoons - perhaps i'll do another post for meatless meals]

You'll also need some kind of oil, and a sauce or two of your choice in a bottle. All cooking gear is a large frying pan with lid (i prefer non-stick) a spatula, a cutting board, and a knife.

You cut the veggies into bite size pieces, cut up enough for two meals. One kind of veggie is fine, or you can do mix two or three

Put frying pan on medium heat with a little oil. Tubers or mushrooms or go in the pan a few minutes before the protein. 2 portions of the protein goes in the pan, about 5 minutes with lid (don't worry you can still get a good sear on both sides)

Now flip your protein if it's flip-able and add normal veggies, put the lid back on another five-ish minutes.

Take your protein out and put it with one portion of the veggies in a microwave safe container. That's going to be your lunch tomorrow. Put the other portion of protein on a plate to rest (you have to let a cooked protein sit a couple minutes before you serve it or when you cut into it all the juices run out and it goes dry - the liquids thicken as it cools, preventing this drying out if you let it rest, the goal is to serve it very warm but not hot hot)

While it's resting, pour some sauce from your bottle in the pan with the rest of the veggies and turn up the heat. A single sauce/bottle is fine, i like to get fancy and mix a couple. Two examples of personal favorite mixes are 1: bbq sauce and a hot sauce like sriracha 2: roughly equal parts low sodium soy sauce and worcestershire (makes something similar to a teriyaki sauce) A swallow of wine is almost always a great option if you want to add that to your sauce too, just add it to the pan before the other sauces so the alcohol has time to burn off.

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Here is the important bit. While your veggies are finishing, wash your cutting board and chef knife. Then when you dump your veggies and sauce over your protein on the plate, while it is still too hot to eat, you wash your frying pan and spatula before you eat. Now the only dishes you have left to do are your plate and fork. Maybe a steak knife.

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The whole thing takes about 35 minutes even with washing the dishes, and that includes your lunch for the next day- just pour a different sauce on and stick it in the microwave for a couple minutes (or five minutes back in the frying pan) and you have a full healthy lunch with a different flavor

You can use this technique every single meal and it yields hundreds of combinations, from pork and potatoes bbq, to salmon and broccoli teriyaki, to chicken and zucchini in a soy glaze.

It will keep you down to less than an hour of kitchen time per day total for both lunch and dinner including all dish clean up, uses the least dishes, the least effort, requires the least technique, and is, depending on what you pick out, very affordable

here are a couple more examples from this month; i didn’t take pictures of the salmon i did recently, but you get the idea

it's not super fancy, but it is easy, affordable, quick, and any flavors you want. Hope this helps some folks

Happy Cooking!

[azurescaled]

I feel the need to ask...should I rebalance my characters and make their weaknesses more obvious?

[thepanvelite]

Bengali Style Fish Croquettes: A Culinary Journey to Bengal

Embark on a Bengali culinary journey with Macher Chop, a delicious, authentic fish croquette recipe.

Are you ready to embark on a culinary journey to the heart of Bengal? Today, we’re going to explore a beloved Bengali delicacy – Macher Chop, or Bengali Style Fish Croquettes. This dish is a perfect blend of flavors, textures, and the rich culinary heritage of Bengal. So, let’s dive in! Recipe Information Preparation Time: 40 minutes Cooking Time: 20 minutes Total Time: 60 minutes Servings:…

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Decadent Lemon-Thyme Pork Chops

Succulent pork chops are infused with the vibrant essence of zesty lemon and the earthy aroma of thyme. It's a combination that takes your taste buds on an unforgettable journey, while the preparation remains wonderfully straightforward.

During a busy week, finding dishes that effortlessly balance ease, simplicity, and incredibly satisfying flavors is a treasure. Look no further, as this recipe encapsulates all these qualities in one delightful plate. Picture this: succulent pork chops infused with the vibrant essence of zesty lemon and the earthy aroma of thyme. It’s a combination that takes your taste buds on an unforgettable…

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Baked pork chops recipe

[leviathanxprincess]

Introducing Homicipher Characters to Your Plushies - Pt. 1

The Homicipher Characters come to you in hopes for whatever insanity they plan to drag you into, you instead have a different plan! Showing them your plushies!

Based off my series for the whb devils ! Consider this is scenario where you brought them back to your world with you and they understand your language fully now and vice versa !

Notes: Some very light suggestive content. Gender neutral reader ! This round of characters includes: Mr. Crawling, Mr. Scarletella, Mr. Chopped. Mr. Silvair, Mr. Gap, Mr. Hood, & Mr. Machete !

Mr. Crawling

Honestly you could do anything and it would just make him love you more.

But especially in this case!

He will sit and listen intently to every last thing you have to say about your plushies!

And he's memorized all of their names for you!! He knows which ones are your favorites and which ones you find the most comforting when you're upset.

He thinks you're so cute when you talk about them too!

He gives you and your plushies pets as you talk about them!!

Squishes your cheeks, you're the most adorable person to him and he's glad you shared with him such an important part of your life.

Will go out and find even more plushies for you. He would do anything for you after all!

Mr. Scarletella

If I'm being honest you could honestly talk about anything and he would just listen.

It wouldn't matter the topic. You wanna talk about your plushies? Then yeah of course he's gonna listen and eat up every detail.

He loves seeing your smile, and admittedly he does get a bit of cuteness aggression from it so prepare yourself for that lol.

However.... He does get kind of jealous of them too.

What do you mean he's not the only being you've given names to? Not to mention the amount of attention and affection you give to them.

Yes, these aren't living creatures and he knows this but he can't help himself!

He gets irritated about it, if you notice his jealousy right away and stop and give him attention then he'll get over it quick.

If it takes you longer to notice however. Things might end up requiring a much more bigger solution than just a few kisses and cuddles.

Mr. Chopped

They're very cute!! He likes your plushies and how excited and cute you get when you talk about them!!

But... They're not as cute as him, right?

Expect to be showing him an equal amount of attention as you are your plushies as your introducing him to them.

He just gets so grumpy and jealous way too easily.

He very much requires you to gush about him just as much as you gush about these inanimate objects.

And as long as you do so he is pleased and content and can live in harmony with your plushies.

He takes note of the names and while he might not remember every last detail, he does like talking to you about them!!

He knows it's an easy way to make you happy and he very much likes making you happy!!

However you'll never know that sometimes when you're not looking, he's glaring at them.

Mr. Silvair

While I don't think he really cares that much about the plushies, he is interested in humans. And you.

So he'll listen. It gives him a bit of insight to how not human minds work, but specifically yours.

This odd cute stuffed creatures bring you immense joy, he's not sure why, but he knows it does and he would like to know why.

Honestly it doesn't really matter what you do, everything to him provides him with more research.

That being said, it's not like it ends up being solely about his research.

He does end up finding himself being oddly endeared by your behavior and how happy you when talking about your plushies.

He's taking to placing them on your whenever you're upset or need comfort. Especially since he knows it works.

He can soft and sweet sometimes. At least when it comes to his favorite human, of course.

Mr. Gap

The idea came to you when you saw him peeking out of a dark gap that was in your plushie pile!

He came to ask one of his typical questions, but you didn't let him get a word in!

You immediately just picked up one of your plushies and started talking about them!

He doesn't really quite find anything interesting about the plushies, but he is interested in you so!

He will listen to what you have to say. And he does know some of your plushies by name after you tell him about them.

Will occasionally show up with plushies he's found that he thinks you will like.

Of course you need to give him your heart to have them though!

You won't?

Well... he guesses he can settle for a kiss or something instead....

Mr. Hood

He doesn't quite fully understand your deep attachment to these objects, but he'll support your love for them fully.

We already know he's a good teacher, but he's also one of the best listeners as well.

He will sit for however long it takes for you to share with him all of your plushies and their names and even lore if you have that for them as well.

He does find it rather endearing, even if he's not quite sure why he enjoys you talking about something for so long.

Will pat your head occasionally, if only he had a head that you could see because if he did he would have the softest smile on it as he watches you talk.

Truly experiencing you share this with him just puts an even deeper desire in him to protect you from any and all harm.

He will make sure and be guaranteed to protect that bright, beaming smile on your face that you have in this moment. At any cost.

Mr. Machete

He does not give a shit.

Or at least that's what he says.

And well, to be fair, he is annoyed by your focus on these cute nonthreatening soft things instead of just sparing with him or something.

Don't ask him if he's jealous of your plushies, he'll deny it to ends of the earth.

Ignore that he's been acting grumpy since.

Just give him a little extra attention and he'll be fine.

Also seems like the kind to get cuteness aggression. But his cuteness aggression just leads to him wanting to fight you. And bite you. Maybe some scratching too. Basically he's not gonna be nice about it and just give you squeezing hugs or something lol

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Rosemary Pork Chop

Fragrant and juicy, this Rosemary Pork Chop makes a simple and delicious lunch! Happy Tuesday!

Ingredients (serves 1):

half a fluffy sprig fresh rosemary

1 1/2 tablespoon Chili and Herb Oil 

a beautiful pork chop

fleur de sel and freshly cracked black pepper, to taste

Remove rosemary leaves from the sprig, and chop them finely. Add chopped rosemary -you should have about half a tablespoon- to a plate. Drizzle with Chili and Herb Oil, mixing together.

Add pork chop to the plate and rub generously with oil and herb mixture. Cover with cling film, and allow to marinate, 30 minutes, at room temperature.

Heat a griddle pan over medium-high heat.

Once hot, add marinated pork chop, and cook, about 5 minutes on each side, until cooked through and well-grilled.

Season, to taste, with fleur de sel and black pepper, just before serving.

Enjoy Rosemary Pork Chop hot, with a side of Cilantro Creamed Cucumbers and a glass of chilled dry white wine.

[bunjywunjy]

bunjy recipe book- Crustless Quiche of Eternal Dinners

this is a reliable, quick, and infinitely modifiable recipe that uses an entire three eggs plus whatever you have in the fridge to give you and several friends an excellent dinner time! crust is the most labor intensive and also the most boring part of the quiche, so getting rid of it really opens up entire worlds of possibilities for what is basically a very easy modifiable egg pie.

you will need:

a glass or porcelain 9-in pie dish, well greased

3 eggs

1/3 cup milk

1/3 cup heavy cream

salt and pepper to taste

this will give you a basic custard to enclose your fillings! and the fillings are up to you- good basic combinations to add are cheese/vegetables (like leek/gruyere), cheese/starch (like sharp cheddar/potatoes), cheese/vegetable/starch (like smoked cheddar/sweet onions/potatoes), cheese/vegetable/meat (like mozzarella/rehydrated sun-dried tomatoes/italian sausage), and cheese/meat (like cream cheese and lox).

you will need to fully cook your ingredients before you add them to the quiche if they are raw- saute your veggies and meats (DON'T FORGET TO ADD SALT), shred your cheese, and microwave your potatoes before chopping them into chunks. make sure that you remove any liquid or excess oil from your ingredients before you add them, as they can cause bubbles of weird hot liquid or a lot of oil buildup under your quiche. just put them on a paper towel for a little bit before you add them to the dish.

you can also add some spices to your custard when you mix it to complement your ingredients! there should always be salt and black or white pepper in there, but think about what other spices you have lying around that might go with what you're using. if you're doing mozzarella/sun-dried tomatoes/Italian sausage, add a couple shakes of italian seasoning blend, or basil/oregano/terragon! if you're doing cream cheese/lox, throw some dill in there! using a smoked cheese? add smoked paprika! you can add anything from dry spices to a couple shakes of hot sauce, mustard, or even worcestershire sauce if you think it'll work. sky is the limit.

once your ingredients are dry and your custard is assembled, you're ready to build your quiche! take your empty pie pan and grease it up real well with olive oil or butter, and layer in your starch and/or meat if you're using either of those. add your veggies in a thin layer on top of this, and then cover the whole thing in a layer of shredded cheese if you're using it! (cream cheese, ricotta, and cottage cheese should be swirled into the custard instead) lastly, pour in your custard and tease the vegetables and cheese around with a fork until everything is mostly submerged.

bake in a 350° preheated oven for 30 minutes and allow to cool before slicing.

keeps well in the fridge for over a week, some assemblages are good hot or cold! enjoy your infinite dinners.

[noheadcanons-juststories]

Vampire!141 x fledgling!reader, who was found abandoned and starved. meeting 141

“Who called you?” you demand to know.

“Amos,” the man with the chops answers.

Boss called them?

“Are you from the Night Council?” you dread.

“Not at all. Amos is an old friend of ours, back from service,” he explains. His voice was soft yet weathered, like an easy thunderstorm on the countryside. “He informed us that one of his employees was possibly attacked. Asked us to come help.”

So these men were not from the Night Council as you feared. But you were still weary to open the door.

“I didn't ask for help,” you retort with a raggedy cough. “Whoever you are, just… just tell him that I won't be coming in anymore.”

“Listen, lass,” a new man spoke up, very much Scottish with a very nice mohawk, “Amos called us in fer a favor. But once he explained the situation, we let him keep it. He's worried, and ye need someone to take care o’ ye. So we're here to help you.”

“Please…” you beg. “I don't wanna be treated like some charity case. So unless you're gonna kill me, just leave me alone.” You were tired, in pain. You could barely stand anymore.

The tall man in the skull-plated mask approaches your window, looking you dead in the eyes. “You really wanna die, fledgling?” a rougher voice asks. “‘Cause I can arrange that.”

“Simon,” Chops quietly reprimands.

“No, Cap, we need to get this outta the way,” ‘Simon’ persists. “‘Cause m'not gonna come all the way here for a fledgie too weak to live.”

“Bit harsh, dontcha’ think, Lt.?” Scot frowns.

Simon ignores him. “The reason we're here is because our friend is worried about his employee,” he tells you. “He fuckin’ cares about you. Now, we can be civil, and you let us in. Or we can cut to the end, and I put you out of your misery, quick and painless. So what's it gonna be?”

As he speaks, you slowly slide down to the floor. Pulling your blankets tighter around you. Truthfully, neither option sounds appealing. You don't know these men. Childhood lessons on stranger danger and accepting help from strange men never prepared you for the undead. But on the other hand, did you really want to go out a pathetic, dehydrated corpse? There's only two outcomes with two different paths leading to either. Die or find a clan. The Night Council does not guarantee anything except your immediate end. Meanwhile, Amos got a clan on speed dial for you.

John sits down by your window. “Listen, love…” he speaks softly. “We're here because Amos refused to call the Night Council on ya. And I don't blame him. They're diligent, but they're still pretty ruthless. Especially towards those abandoned. He called us because he knew we were the better choice.”

 You lean against the wall. “You could've refused…” you whisper.

“Could’ve,” John shrugs. “But didn't want to.”

“Why not?”

There were a few reasons…

“‘Cause I’d hate for a fledgling to die without bein’ given a chance,” he responds.

…One of them being that he was once in the same boat as you when he was first turned, albeit through uglier circumstances…

“Regardless of how you got here, you need someone to show you the ropes.”

…He was looking to sire another vampire after Kyle, despite his own reservations about immortality. Amos just happened to call while he was brewing in his thoughts, surprised that the old faun still had his number…

“And it'd be a shame to lose a sweet soul like you.”

…And Amos had only good things to say about you, practically gushing as if you were his own kid. Kind yet firm with a bit of confidence, you were.

You let out a sigh, frowning as you reconsider your options. Your expression worsens when you remember that you only have two. “What's your name?” you ask the vampire.

“John Price.”

“What do you do, Mr. Price?”

“I hunt vampires.”

You giggle after letting the thought simmer for a bit. “You hunt vamps?”

“Only the bad ones,” he smiles.

“Do I… I don't fit that criteria, do I?” you question.

John shakes his head. “No. Not at all.”

“...Mr. Price?”

“Yeah, love?”

“I'm scared,” you admit.

“I know,” is all he says. “That's why we're here.”

Kyle joins John's side beneath your window. Then Johnny, who doesn't want to be left out, and lastly, Simon, who doesn't want to be left behind at all. The men sit underneath the glow of the Half Moon. Small chirps in the grass and distant hooting in the trees bring a peaceful ambiance to the evening. Coupled with the bipolar winds of Spring gently weaving through the grassy fields.

“Whaddya wanna do, lass?” Johnny asks you.

“I don't know,” you say, trying not to cry for the umpteenth time.

“Well then,” Simon speaks up again, “whaddya not wanna do?”

“...Not hurt anyone… and not die.

John nods once. “Alright… that's a good place to start… Think you can unlock the door for us?”

It's silent for a bit, but you don't go to the door. Instead, you unlock the window and crack it open just a tad. The four men look back to see you stick your hand out, pale and spindly, which Kyle takes into both of his.

“We're right here for you, fledgie,” he comforts you, gently squeezing. “And we're not leaving you behind.”

And for that moment, you believe him.

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[oaksgrove]

Unexpected Reaction

Pairing: König x Reader

Synopsis: When König notices you sitting in your car long after arriving home, he knows something is wrong. Your tear-streaked face and the envelope clutched in your hands confirm it.

Word Count: 1094 

Warnings: Emotional distress, mentions of pregnancy, implied anxiety, and self-doubt.

König had been humming to himself in the kitchen, the rhythmic sound of his knife chopping vegetables keeping him in an easy rhythm. The scent of rosemary and garlic filled the house, warm and comforting, but what truly brought him peace was the sight of your car pulling into the garage.

You were home.

He glanced at the clock, a little surprised at the time but happy nonetheless. He turned his attention back to dinner, confident you’d come through the door any second with one of your sweet greetings. He allowed himself a small smile as he wiped his hands on a dish towel and stirred the pot on the stove. You were usually quick to burst through the door with your cheerful energy, always bringing a little extra light into the house after your day. He waited, listening for the familiar sound of your keys and the click of the door opening.

But minutes passed, and the house remained quiet. Setting the knife down, he moved to the window again, wiping his hands on a towel. That’s when he saw you.

You were still sitting in the car, your hands gripping the steering wheel, your head bowed. He couldn’t see your face, but your posture told him everything—something was wrong.

After a moment, you slowly opened the car door, stepping out with an envelope clutched tightly in your hands. You hesitated, standing in the driveway as if the weight of the world was on your shoulders. His heart twisted when he saw your face—your nose red, your eyes puffy, as though you’d been crying for a long time.

König felt his throat tighten. His heart, so used to beating steady and sure in his chest, now raced with unease. You weren’t coming inside.

He moved to the door, hovering in the entryway as the sound of your keys jingled. Finally, the door opened, and you stepped in, your red nose and puffy eyes striking him like a blow.

“Schatz?” His voice was soft but thick with concern. His towering frame filled the doorway, his head tilting as he scanned your face. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

You stood there, frozen, as if rooted in place. The envelope in your hands trembled slightly, but you said nothing. You couldn’t—your throat felt tight, your chest heavy.

“Liebling, talk to me,” König urged gently, his accent thickening with his worry. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, but the movement was so slight, it was barely there. Your lips trembled as you tried to form words, but you couldn’t seem to get them out. Instead, you extended the envelope toward him, your hands shaking.

He took it from you gently, his massive hands dwarfing the small piece of paper. His brows furrowed as he looked down at it. “What is this?” he asked, his voice cautious, uncertain.

You didn’t answer. You just stood there, your arms wrapping around yourself as if trying to hold yourself together, only watching him as the seconds stretched unbearably as he opened the envelope, carefully pulling out the papers inside. His eyes scanned the first line, and his breath hitched audibly.

And then, his hand stilled.

König’s body went still, his sharp blue eyes darting back to the top of the page. He read it again, as if needing confirmation, and when he finally lifted his gaze to meet yours, his expression was a mixture of shock and something you couldn’t quite name.

“You’re…” His voice was barely above a whisper, filled with disbelief.

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over despite your best efforts to keep them at bay. “I’m pregnant,” you said, your voice cracking. You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, the words rushing out in a desperate tumble. “I know we agreed to wait, and this wasn’t supposed to happen now, but I—”

“Wait,” he interrupted, his voice soft but firm. “Stop.”

The single word silenced you, and for a terrifying moment, you thought you’d made a terrible mistake. Hesitantly, you looked up, your blurry vision clearing just enough to see his face.

He was smiling.

It wasn’t a small smile—it was the kind of smile that lit up his entire face, his sharp features softening into something almost boyish. He laughed, a soft, disbelieving sound, and his hands moved to cup your face.

“König?” you whispered, confused by the way his expression had softened, his blue eyes bright with wonder.

“Pregnant?” he repeated, as if tasting the word for the first time. His hands moved to your face, cradling it gently as his thumb brushed a stray tear from your cheek. “We’re having a baby?”

You nodded, your bottom lip trembling. “I’m so sorry, König. I didn’t know how to tell you—”

“Don’t apologize,” he said quickly, his thumbs brushing away the tears streaming down your cheeks. “Don’t. Please.”

“But we weren’t ready,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. 

“Ready?” he repeated, his voice thick with emotion. “Schatz, how could anyone ever be ready for something like this?” He took a deep breath, his hands steady as they framed your face.

His words shattered the wall you’d been holding up for days. A sob escaped your lips, and you leaned into his chest, your tears soaking into his shirt as he wrapped his arms around you. He held you close, his broad hands rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“I thought you’d be angry.” you admitted through your tears.

He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as he kissed your forehead tenderly. “Oh, mein Schatz… How could I be angry? This is…” His voice faltered, his emotions catching up to him. 

You buried your face in his chest, letting out a shaky laugh through your tears.

His arms enveloped you, holding you close as your tears soaked into his shirt. But now they weren’t just tears of worry—they were tears of relief, of disbelief, of cautious joy.

“You’re sure you’re not mad?” you asked again, your voice small as you pressed your face into his chest.

“Of course I’m sure,” he said firmly, his lips pressing to the top of your head. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression so full of love it made your knees weak. “You’re everything to me. And now, there’s going to be more of you.” His thumbs brushing against your cheekbones.

“What do we do now?” you asked, your voice quiet but no longer trembling.

“Now,” König said, his voice full of conviction, “we celebrate. And tomorrow, we’ll start figuring out everything else. Together.”

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[iannmin]

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word count: 0.7k pairing: newlywed mingi x pregnant reader

a/n: wrote this fic because it felt like something mingi would actually do :(((( feel free to leave a comment! love you atinys <3

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You’re in the kitchen, preparing for Chuseok. The rich, savoury aroma of doenjang jjigae fills the air, mingling with the subtle scent of sesame oil from the side dishes you’re making. The bubbling broth and rhythmic chop of the knife create a soothing backdrop as you work.

As you reach for another piece of tofu, you feel a sudden yet delicate flutter in your belly—a sensation so gentle it almost feels like a dream. Your hand instinctively moves to your stomach, pressing lightly against the fabric of your cardigan. A soft gasp escapes your lips, a mix of surprise and joy. Just then, Mingi’s hurried footsteps approach, and the sliding door to the kitchen opens with a soft thud. He appears in the doorway, concern etched on his face. His eyes quickly find you, and when he sees your hand on your belly, he rushes over, his movements quick but careful, as if afraid to disturb you. “Jagiya, are you okay?” he asks, his voice thick with worry, brows furrowing.

You smile softly, reaching up to straighten his brows. “I’m fine, the baby just kicked, that’s all.” Relief washes over his features, quickly replaced by awe. “The baby… kicked?” he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with wonder and disbelief. You nod and guide his hands to rest gently on your belly. His palms are warm and slightly rough from working on his music all day, a comforting contrast to the delicate fluttering within.

Mingi’s hands are tentative at first, his fingers lightly grazing your stomach as if afraid to press too firmly. He bends closer, his breath warm against your skin. Then, with a playful whisper, he murmurs, “Fix on”. Almost immediately, the baby responds with a gentle kick, a soft nudge that makes Mingi’s eyes widen in surprise. His gaze locks on the spot where he felt the movement.

The unexpected response makes you both burst into laughter. You exchange a look of sheer disbelief, the joy and wonder in your eyes mirroring each other’s. “Did you feel that?” you ask, laughing as you try to catch your breath. “I did!” Mingi exclaims, his voice filled with amazement. “I can’t believe it. Our baby actually responded!”

You both laugh, the sound light and full of happiness. The sheer joy of the moment makes it feel like time stands still, the laughter echoing through your small kitchen, mingling with the comforting aroma of the stew. Mingi’s fingers continue to trace the spot where the baby kicked, his touch tender and full of awe. He leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss just below your navel. His breath is warm against your skin, and you can feel the depth of his emotion through that simple gesture.

But then, his protective instincts kick in. Mingi straightens up, concern replacing the wonder in his eyes. “You’ve been standing too long,” he says firmly, guiding you toward the dining table. “You need to rest. I’ll take care of the stew. Please, just sit down and relax.” 

“Mingoo, it’s just a little kick,” you laugh softly, trying to ease his worry as he helps you sit. “I’m not going to break.” He’s already grabbing a cushion from the couch and carefully placing it behind your back, then lifting your feet to set them on another cushion on the floor. “You need to take it easy,” he insists, his tone softening. “I’ll get you some yulmu-cha. Something warm and good for you and the baby.”

Watching him move about the kitchen with such care, your heart swells with affection. “You’re amazing, you know that?” you say softly as he hands you a steaming cup of tea. Mingi kneels beside you, taking your hand in his. “I just want to make sure you are safe…both of you are safe,” he says, his voice heavy with emotion. “I want to protect you, to take care of our little family… always.” Who knew that such a tough-looking man was actually a softie?

You laugh, light and full of love, and rest your head on his shoulder in a teddy bear hug, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of your small apartment and the love that fills it, you know that everything will be alright—as long as you have each other, you have everything you need.

[lazywriters-blog]

Aggression and Love

Summary: When you picked up his call you should have known to hang it up.

Warning: Contains spoilers for the ending of MHA, swearing and cursing, implied stalking, some tame stuff from me.

Some days, she wonders if she was the problem.

However, she knew how to be good. A little too much.

Before a ring was forced on her finger, she never learned how to cook, all she could do was cut, slice, wash and chop but she learned by watching him. His back was always turned to her while he chopped greens, seeming effortlessly easy and perfectly diced. Sometimes he would let her observe him up close when he was feeling affectionate, letting her help him even though he never trusted her.

At least it didn't seem like he did.

She had been carefully forcing her knife through the tomatoes, observing the flesh of her ingredient come apart and split in half when she stopped and looked out the window.

There were times she could get punished for no reason, even though she hadn't meant for anything to happen he took it as a sign of intelligence and somehow he felt threatened she knew how to be smart, she knew how to behave, he knew she was as talented as he was if not more and he felt a strange sense of tightness in his chest.

She’d seen him so much she could almost predict his mood swings, know what made him restless, what drove him crazy. Even though there were times she never understood him she made sure to be quiet, perhaps that's also why he glared at her so viciously. He wasn't dumb that's something she will say for certain.

She glanced towards him, his arms moving back and forth across the cutting board, his back turned to her as if he was trusting her not to do anything stupid and she knew she wouldn't. She looked down at the sliced tomatoes and thought back, mindlessly rubbing the solid form of her ring— thinking if she had done the right thing.

The fact that she relented so quickly under his pressure and ended up getting married made her second guess just how strong she was.

"Idiot, stop spacing out. You better not cut your finger."

She blinked and slowly let out a sigh she was holding in, his stern voice ringing in her ear as she nodded and quickly moved her hand to finish cutting up ingredients for him. She put it aside for him to use and leaned against the counter, briefly looking over to his back.

Then, back at the door.

She hadn't tried to escape even once, even though she was tempted to run away as far as possible but the death bolts on the entrance disagreed, she remembers him installing them when she had proved to be smart enough to slip past him under the disguise of getting some snacks but of course, he didn't believe her.

He knew her, and she knew him a little better but he knew that too well.

After all, that's why they used to be paired up together in team battles, assignment projects, and even outside of school before they graduated and slowly grew apart until she made the mistake of picking up one of his calls a year back.

She had a feeling he used to like her back when she would get stuck with him on a team, having to hear him yell out commands and sometimes even encouragement though she could never confirm and be sure. He wasn't like the other guys she observed, he was… tempered, impatient, quick to lash out, quick to throw insults and quicker to prove he was the best. The fact that she remained unbothered, and patient and even knew how to talk in his language made her his most sought-after partner in battles and even team-ups.

Even Mr. Aizawa paired her up with him most of the time and that ultimately led them to become friends, almost. In order to adapt, she had gotten a glimpse into him and she wondered if that's what got him to change his feelings, if the fact that she simply listened, and talked when needed had managed to soften his heart.

She couldn't tell.

Thinking back if she hadn't picked up his call that afternoon, she could have avoided lots of things.

"Hey." His voice was gruff and deeper than the one she remembered back in UA, but still, it held a unique charm to it. She usually doesn't pick up calls outside of work but that day she felt compelled to pick it up and bring it up to her ear, hearing his voice and wondering if she should have kept it short.

"Yo. Surprised to see you called me?" She recalled having given him her number for some reason, to guide him to her house for one of their bigger projects, she’d even visited his home one time, one time by herself and the other time with Kirishima but she tried not to stay long.

"Hmph, why the hell are you surprised idiot?"

Still the same she remembered thinking, no matter how well they knew each other he would always call her some dumb nickname he had come up with, idiot being the most used, and her name the least used.

"We haven't talked much after graduation."

"Well, it's not like I have the time to waste talking around, I had better things to do." She had been almost tempted to ask him why he decided to call her then but this was his typical response and she had heard it before.

She hummed and kept quiet, wanting to see if he could spill the beans and tell her why he had called her if he was so busy.

"Damnit I hate it when you do that! Speak up, dumbass!" He’d gotten irritated and yelled, as usual, if she hadn't known him before this she would have imagined herself distancing from him, if she had known him all by herself just the two of them excluding their friends, she would have avoided him.

For some reason, she's glad she doesn't have to be in the same classroom as him now.

"Right. Why'd you call me?" She asked in a firm soft tone, looking around her room to distract herself.

"Tch, why? Why do you think I called, idiot, use your brain. We are giving Deku the suit we've been investing in, and you have to be there, don't forget it like a dumbass and be there on time!"

"I did not forget.”

"You better not have! I expect you to be there on time, don't be late."

He, her and the rest of her classmates had been contributing to the cause, and she figured he would want everyone to be there and have a small reunion. She had missed those few get-to-together before and remembered receiving a noticeable number of missed calls from him, angry calls she would assume.

"Alright." She responded and waited for him to say anything else he needed to say, she’d lost touch with him after everything and didn't have much interest in catching up, talking and knowing what had happened in his life. For lack of a better term, she simply didn't care even though she did. In a way she contradicted herself and she realized that.

"Ugh… damn it, seriously sometimes it feels like I'm talking to myself, where the fuck did your incessant yapping go? You barely kept your mouth shut."

That was only when they talked about things they were interested in, fighting, techniques, ultimate moves, and sometimes deeper stuff but those were rare so she knew he was trying to get her to talk, dare she say maybe he even missed it.

"I don't Yap as much as you did." She decided to play along, figuring she could humour him, even though it could unintentionally lead him to get riled up but that had lessened after everything. At least a little.

"Yeah yeah shut up…"

Then there was silence, she couldn't tell if it was an uncomfortable one or a pause to simply savour the moment that was unlike him, but she could hear him softly breathing in and out on the other side and some shuffling.

Then, he'd dropped a bomb.

"… I missed you." It was softer than what she would have usually heard from him, his voice was low and almost… gentle. She would have missed it if she hadn't been paying attention.

Although it did not confirm anything about his feelings, she knew something had changed and they could sense it.

Like a Fool, she agreed. "Yeah."

After that call, things started going downhill. Getting to see all her classmates together to give Izuku a chance to be a hero again was sweeter than she expected and she admired everyone to an extent, though she couldn't help but be proud of how far Bakugo had come, helping someone who he had bullied and who had been his friend and seeing them reconciled was a good sight. Seeing someone who had bullied a person, cared and empathised with them had certainly left a good impression on her of him.

And she almost didn't mind spending more time with him, even if they seemed small in comparison they piled up.

They occasionally got together with a few others to grab a coffee or have lunch, though she noticed he’d sometimes try to make it so it was just the two of them, eating in each other's company and talking about things that had been irritating him. She would listen, and correct him if he was wrong even if it led to some petty arguments.

So she would say they had gotten a bit closer as friends even if he would upset her and be grumpy half the time. But she was used to it.

Of course, there were times when things would get needlessly heated and her patience was tested and she’d have to try harder than usual to keep her own temper in check, seeing as she hadn't been close with him for a few years she had gotten used to the ease that came along with not having to deal with him.

But she persisted and simply distanced herself. Maybe that was why he had gotten… forceful.

It was one of those rare days where they met up to have dinner after work and while she was quietly eating and enjoying her meal, she would notice him sneak glances at her, chewing and filling his mouth up, sometimes forcing food down his throat and looking irritated for no reason. Furrowing his eyebrows and watching his meal like he wanted to kill it.

But this was normal behaviour for him and she knew that despite feeling extremely uncomfortable and feeling an impending sense of doom, dread, and a pang of fear she would continue eating and thinking she would avoid this next time.

"Why aren't you talking?" He would suddenly begin, putting his chopsticks down harder than usual his voice hoarse and rough, and for some reason, she felt a shiver go down her spine, not the good kind. She'd never felt it before and it worried her.

She looked up at him from her food and blinked, observing his irritated expression and clenched jaw, "Guess I don't have much I want to talk about today." She replied straight to the point, casting her gaze down to her bowl of rice and comforting herself on the fact that they weren't all alone in the restaurant.

Maybe he had been agitated by something before this since she noticed him clenching his fist and looking out the window, letting out a frustrated huff and narrowing his eyes. "The hell you don't, you always had something to say to me the other days, what? You don't like sharing stuff with me now?”

It sounded confrontational to her like he was almost scolding her for not sharing her thoughts with him, like he was royally upset that she wouldn't tell him anything much and she was caught off guard by the rough tone of his voice.

She didn't know how to respond, usually, he didn't mind if she stayed quiet, in the past he preferred it but now he was demanding she tell him everything.

She gazed into his eyes and shook her head. Hoping it would work for the time being and not manage to upset him even more.

"If not then why the hell aren't you talking?!"

He gritted his teeth and glared at her, silently begging her to talk to him. She didn't know how to deal with the situation he had never usually forced her to speak up or talk to him but now… it almost seemed like he wanted to know everything, almost like he wanted to be sure of something.

And she feared she knew the reason.

"Sorry, I just… I've been tired lately."

Her response didn't pacify him instead he clenched his fist tighter and viciously glared at her, and if she didn't know they were friends she could say he hated her. He huffed and looked down, roughly picking up his chopsticks and beginning to eat again.

The comfortable silence had gotten tense and she felt it fester, she regretted coming outside.

Eventually, they finished their dinner and before she could say anything he paid for both her and his meal, ignoring her and stepping outside. She hesitantly followed him outside, trying to think of a way to say goodbye and part ways for the day.

But then, he spoke up.

"I'm driving you back home, I don't wanna hear any buts so just shut up.” He never gave her a choice, even if he did care, sometimes… it just unnerved her for some reason.

"No, it's fine I can get home by myself—”

"Didn't I tell you to shut up!? I'm driving you home and that's it, don't want you to tire yourself out."

He yelled this time and grabbed her wrist, pulling her a short distance not giving her time to respond before opening the door to his car and shoving her in, locking the door in her face and quickly walking around to get into the driver seat.

Maybe she had given him the perfect reason to force her into complying.

He started the car and drove away from the restaurant, gripping the stirring wheel and glaring at the road— she could hear him breathing, the tense silence between them only heightening her senses and prompting her to sneak a scrutinized gaze at him. He looked irritated and she didn't know if she had even done anything wrong to warrant it but clearly they were both giving each other the silent treatment or maybe… she was scared.

He kept driving, taking a different turn than what he would normally take but that made her heart drop nonetheless, alarming her into vigilance and forcing her to glance towards him. She tried telling herself he was taking a different route to her apartment but something didn't sit right with her.

She let out a tense sigh and swallowed.

But then, she noticed a conflicting scowl form on his face and suddenly he stopped the car, he gritted his teeth harder and glared down. Her heart sped up and she couldn't help but feel scared of her friend right now. He wasn't acting normal even if this was usually how he acted.

He let out a frustrated huff and snapped her head towards him, staring her down with an intense glare and making her think of whatever wrong she hadn't done to make him simmer in his own thoughts. He turned to the door and locked it— making sure all the doors stayed closed inside and outside the car.

Her heart dropped and she stared at him.

"You…" he growled out, turning his face back to her and leaning forward, letting go of the stirring wheel and staring at her.

He clenched his fist, tightening his jaw before opening his mouth again. "You and I… are fucking perfect for each other." His voice was rough, soft yet… scary at the same time, it made her want to keep her eyes on him and never look away because whatever was happening before her eyes was not normal.

"Damnit… we would be perfect! You and me—" He shouted, his voice reverberating inside the car and making her heart pound faster. It made her want to lean back but she didn't move. She couldn't.

"I'm perfect for you!! I… damnit!! Damnit!! I love you!!!" He leaned closer, there was something about his face that was making her head spin, the anger and the vulnerability in his eyes making her want to crawl into a hole and never come outside.

Because she knew, whatever happened after this was going to be out of her control.

"And you're ignoring that?! Why can't you see that huh!? You think you're better than me, don't you? You think I don't deserve you, right!?" She had never thought he saw her distance as a sort of superiority complex between them even if she knew how he felt or maybe she had failed to piece it together or he was only saying it in the heat of the moment, blind with rage and… love.

"You are wrong if you think you can marry some third-class guy who won't even love you! Nobody but me deserves you!!! I'm perfect for you and you know it!!"

His gaze frightened her.

"You think you can just go and marry some cheap guy when you could have me!? Fuck— you didn't even tell me you were getting proposals!! Some bullshit friend you are!!"

The fact that he knew made her skin crawl, she hadn't told anyone she was deciding to get married soon. Not even her closest friend.

"You think I'm going to let you marry whatever guy you like!? No way in hell am I going to let you throw me away like trash and get together with some extra dumbass who doesn't deserve you!!"

He suddenly grabbed her collar, getting into her face and heavily breathing down on her skin, staring down into her eyes and holding her in place with trembling hands trying not to shake her as she stared back at him with widened eyes, holding in her breath.

She hadn't thought this was how she was going to get proposed if she could even consider it that, being glared down and held by the collar forced to look into his eyes, making sure she couldn't look away. Making sure she couldn't ignore him.

Making sure she knew she had messed up somewhere down the line.

"Hey, focus on the food, I'm not reheating it if it gets cold you idiot." She snapped out of her tensed daydream and looked at him, sitting across her with furrowed eyebrows and slightly narrowed eyes. She blinked and quickly nodded, bringing herself back to the present and trying not to think about anything that could make him suspicious.

She picked up her spoon and began eating, keeping her eyes on the dish and trying not to focus on his presence too much. He sneaked glances towards her, watching her with a slightly frustrated expression.

Picking apart her demeanour and trying to figure out what was wrong with her, lunch together was always quiet and most of the time he liked it, the intimate domestic atmosphere— sitting with each other and sharing a meal, sleeping together after dinner, he would never admit it but he thought about it all day every day.

He loved the intimacy.

And the fact that they would spend their life together like this made his heart race.

Making all the locks he had around the house worth it.