At 3:30, Reigen was standing tenth in line to check out at
the grocery store nearest his apartment. He stared forward, glaze-eyed, through
the ceiling-high windows decorating the front of the store. Rain clouds had
gathered as a thick and dreary coat. The parking lot adopted their gray tint,
and the air had turned dense with the spiking humidity, the crackling
electricity. A storm was rolling through.
Not inside though. Inside the store was temperate, dry, perhaps
just a bit too cold. Inside was bathed in the whiteness of fluorescent lights,
and smothered in a silence broken only by the steady blip of a scanner running across grocery items. It lulled Reigen
into a daze. Or maybe it just made him aware of it. If he were being honest
with himself, the dazed feeling had been eating his brain for a good number of
hours. That was easier than fully understanding the responsibility he had taken
on. But it also made his memories of the day feel more like dreams, or plans,
or thoughts. What had he done since the morning?
The line moved forward. Reigen shuffled with them.
The morning. …The morning had been quiet. The kind of dense
and safe quiet that came with waking before the sun was even up. The kind that
came with knowing he was likely the only soul awake in the apartment complex,
soft socked feet scuffling across the floor above the heads of the sleeping.
Well one of the only souls, plural. That included Mob.
Lately I've been thinking of Tony being really good at ballet (maybe professional ballet dancer au :p ) and Bucky loving Tony's practices or performances
YOOOO I AM HERE FOR DANCER TONY!!! So in this AU Natasha and
Bucky are brother and sister (grew up in the same orphanage). Natasha clawed
her way to be the prima ballerina of the Russian ballet, then decided to leave
for America for reasons she does not disclose. (I know nothing about ballet
troupes so this is some hand-wavy stuff. East coast gets all the best stuff
smh.) Also somehow some Steve/Natasha slipped in here whoops. Look out for
under the cut!
Bucky followed Natasha to America. She didn’t say why she
left the troupe, but with the way her jaw clenched and her eyes went dark, he
assumed something bad had happened. Luckily, her reputation preceded her, and
joining a prestigious New York troupe was a matter of a well-executed pirouette
and then an arabesque for good measure.
She didn’t speak much about her new troupe aside from, “The
manager is terrifyingly competent.”
He hated to see her like this, tight-lipped and silently
anxious, but New York… hadn’t been what they’d expected it to be. The apartment
they’d had lined up fell through, the job Bucky had lined up fell through, and
the only reason they even had a place to sleep at night was because Bucky had
backed up a guy in a bar fight and the guy offered up his tiny apartment.
i had create your own stir fry with rice noodles, kale, peppers, edamame, pineapple, free range chicken, roasted cashews, & sesame garlic sauce. so many options (vegetarian choices) and combos possible.
They got back about an hour ago, all smiley and with a slight flush to their cheeks from too much sun.
Sherlock fell into his chair as soon as they arrived, pleasantly exhausted from running around the city, doing god knows what.
It took a playful kick to the leg to get him to move his lazy bum and to help prepare dinner.
Judging by the delicious smell and the ingredients, I’d say they are making risotto, which is a favourite of both of them.
It’s moments like these when I can’t help but be reminded how much they actually enjoy being in each other’s company.
No case work or chasing bad guys, only calm conversation and quiet everyday life. Spending time together with no ulterior motive. Domestic, open and happy. That’s how they look.
John has Sherlock chopping onions and mushrooms, which he is doing with the same level of diligence he applies to everything he does. His slow progress is being watched with a raised eyebrow, as John alternates between stirring the rice and frying the ham.
J: Could you hurry up with those onions? They don’t need to be exact, just chop them into pieces.
S: Similar size equals less variations in time needed to reach the same degree of doneness.
The look John throws him says he is about done as well, so Sherlock relents. He does, however, turn up his nose at the resulting decrease in precision of his handiwork. He is about to complain, when suddenly there is a warm body leaning into his side, one hand braced on his shoulder,. Sherlock remains still, while an arm reaches across his front and snatches the chopping board from his grasp.
J: Thank you.
Before Sherlock has time to react, John is already gone again, adding the onions to the ham.
Nervously, he swallows.
S: Don’t blame me if some of them end up undercooked.
The sizzling of the pan masks the slight rasp in his voice and his fingers seem unusually twitchy as he
starts in on the mushrooms. It might just be the soft light in the kitchen, but I could swear there is a
hint of colour to his cheeks.
J: I take full responsibility.
John’s mouth is curved up in a lighthearted grin, unaware of the proceedings behind him.
He is concentrating back on his task, giving the rice one last stir, before pouring some white wine over the ham and onions. There is a loud hiss,
from the pan, and he has to lean away to avoid getting burned by it.
J: How are we doing on those mushr…
His back collides with an unanticipated obstacle and he
breaks off mid word. Before he can lose his footing, long slim fingers grasp onto his waist to steady him.
John instantly freezes.
Cautions Sherlock’s voice from right behind him, every syllable a tendril of warm air against the shell of John’s ear. As the tiny hairs on the side of his face stand up, his skin there begins to tingle. At first, just a little. He clears his throat in an attempt to mask his reaction,
but when Sherlock doesn’t move away, the sensation starts to spread out. It crawls down his neck, turning into a warm shiver and races along his spine, all the way down to his toes. The fingers
just below the side of his ribcage
falter, but resume their previous position after a second of hesitation.
Everything seems to slow down and the noises from the cooker and the street outside fade to a low mumble.
Sherlock bends forward. Chest pressed against his back, he is using their height difference to his advantage and curls over John’s shoulder. He is close enough for his hair to graze the uninjured side of John’s face, while he tips the perfectly sliced mushrooms into the bubbling mixture and discards the chopping board to the side. As if on autopilot, he turns off the cooker and lets his hand rest on the counter, effectively caging John in between his arms.
John has yet to move or say anything. The only sound coming from him is his breathing, which is getting faster and more
with each second of contact between them. Sherlock seems to be drawn to it like a magnet, because he keeps inching closer until his forehead comes to rest against John’s temple.
A tentative hand finds it’s way into his dark curls and his eyes fall shut, lost in the moment.
The rise and fall of their chests has synced up, quick and shallow. Every time Sherlock sucks in air, the short wisps of blond hair before him tickle across his lips. Every time he breathes out, they glide back over John’s cheek, making him shiver yet again.
With a soft nudge, Sherlock pushes his forehead and nose further into the heated skin. His fingers tighten
around John’s waist, as if trying to pull him closer,
asking him to do something, anything, wanting to know what comes next.
John’s forehead is crinkled up, eyes and lips pressed shut tightly. He seems to be fighting with himself, trying to resist, terrified he is reading this wrong yet again.
Then, almost against his will, he begins to shift. Inch by painful inch, his head turns until his nose touches Sherlock’s. They seem to be frozen in time, breathing each other’s air, bodies tingling in anticipation and fear, neither of them daring to move.
It’s John who breaks first. Between one thundering heartbeat and the next, he closes the distance between them, lip’s finding Sherlock’s, warm and pliant. It’s a chaste kiss,
barely more than a drawn out peck. Quiet, with both of them not daring to breathe.
Finally, John pulls back. As soon as their lips stop touching,
though, his finger’s in Sherlock’s hair tighten imperceptibly,
pulling him in once more, just for a second, soft pressure and dry
skin, one last indulgence, before he manages to get a hold of
With his eyes still closed, he rest’s his forehead against
Sherlock’s, unable to draw back any further than that.
J: Is this okay?
There is a slight tremble to his whispered words and his worst
fears seem to come to pass when the room remains ominously
silent. He lifts his head in trepidation and glances up at Sherlock,
who is staring right through him with an unreadable expression.
Slowly untangling his fingers from within his curls, John turns
around, his body no longer facing the cooker, but Sherlock. His
last glimmer of hope is the hand on his waist that still hasn’t
stopped touching him, only releasing him to accommodate the motion of
him turning, before coming to rest on the opposite side of his waist.
Even if he wanted to, John has got nowhere to go, trapped between the counter and Sherlock’s arms. So he waits.
Eventually Sherlock starts to come back to himself. He sucks in a gulp of air, lashes fluttering with every blink until his unfocused gaze clears.
S: That was g…
He breaks off, surprised by how raspy his own voice sounds. A small crinkle appears between his brows as he clears his throat.
His tongue darts out to lick his lips and he averts his wide eyes to the floor.
John huffs out a relieved chuckle. The tension flows from his shoulders, body slumping forward into Sherlock, who instinctively wraps his arms around him.
S: We are definitely doing that again.
Sherlock is still a bit dazed and it shows in his voice, which causes John to giggle-snort into his skin. His face is buried in the crook of Sherlock’s neck and he lingers a second longer before he pulls back to beam up at him.
Some meals for the 28 day health challenge. Cheap, affordable and really easy to make. I’m lazy but i still like eating delicious food.
Breakfast: - Fruit salad - Fruit smoothies - Overnight oats with fruit - Breakfast smoothie bowl (Any frozen fruit with fresh fruits) topped with muesli/cereal. - Cereal and dairy free milk - Toast with tofu scramble - Toast with spread (jam, peanut butter and what ever you like). - Toast served with grilled tomatoes, mushroom, spinach and hash brown.
- Pancakes with fresh fruits
Lunch/Dinner: - Mixed salad with mixed beans - Salads in general (mixed with whole grains, broccoli, pumpkin, beans, leafy salads etc.) - Burrito wrap with beans, tomato and veggies - Tacos, mixed beans, lettuce, tomato and baked wedges - Salad sandwich - Veggie burger with sweet potatoe wedges - Baked potatoe/sweet potatoe with mix salad - Salad bowl - cous cous, mixed veggies, roasted potato and mixed beans - Vegan pizza - tomato paste, garlic, mushrooms, onion, rocket, capsicum, olives, Italian herbs - Cous cous salad - Grilled veggies + tofu and hommus dip - Rice and vegetable stir fry + tofu - Rice, grilled tofu with mixed beans - Hokkien noodle/rice noodle stiry fry with vegetable + tofu - Tom yum noodles - rice noodles, vegetables + tofu - Miso soup noodles - rice noodles, vegetables + tofu
Generally, i have a big lunch and smaller dinner but always eat till satisfied. Simple little meals that i make on a daily basis, to which i’ll will play around with for the challenge. And of course there will be other meals on the menu which may use a little bit more expensive ingredients, e.g. quinoa, chia seeds, mushrooms etc.
chicken stir-fry pieces seasoning with kosher salt, pepper, smoked paprika, granulated garlic, granulated onion, dried basil, and freshly chopped parsley and cilantro. cooked over medium heat in olive oil and bloomed red pepper flakes. added 2 tbsp Sambal and a drizzle of honey. sprinkled in sesame seeds. served over brown rice with avocado.
- veggie (and tofu/tempeh) stir fry with rice/noodles
- baked sweet potato stuffed with beans, corn, salsa, guac
- pasta with tomato/veggie sauce or lentil bolognese
- potato or sweet potato fries with guac/hummus
- pad Thai
- veggie curry or Dahl with rice
- bean chilli
- vegan mac'n cheese
- tofu or bean burgers
- falafel with salad, baked sweet potato or quinoa
- all the baked veggies
- veggie or lentil soup
- wraps with refried beans, guac, salad
- veggie pizza
- a massive salad with different raw and/or roasted veggies, grains, legumes etc
⅔ cup basmati rice (135 g) 9.7 oz firm tofu (275 g) Soy sauce to taste ¼ cup julienned pepper (35 g) ¼ cup julienned green pepper (30 g) ¼ cup julienned onion (30 g) ¼ cup julienned zucchini (35g) ¼ cup bean sprouts (25 g) ¼ cup corn (35 g) ¼ cup broccoli (20 g)
For the sauce: 1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil 2 cloves of garlic (chopped) ⅛ teaspoon cayenne powder 1 tablespoon coconut sugar 2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar ½ cup soy sauce ¼ cup water 1 tablespoon cornstarch
Meal prep for tomorrow’s lunch : bed of mixed greens, Mediterranean veggies stir fry, jasmine rice, alfalfa sprouts, capers and tomatoes 🌹
Today I went to an IP law conference and it was so interesting, definitely think this is what I want to do 👩⚖️