#chefsuke

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Hello! I made some fanart for your lovely Chefsuke fic! They’re just a couple doodles I drew with that fic in mind haha. Hope u enjoy~

Oh. My. GAWD.

YOU ARE A PRECIOUS PRECIOUS BEAN

I love this so much I can’t believe you made art for MY fic

It’s so funny and I adore it thank you so much!

Coincidentally it’s my bday today so this feels EXTRA special 😭💕

[selaylac]

170612 | SEHUN, chefsuke IG Update cr. chefsuke

[saintksoo]

time has passed but he's still throwing peace signs, 2015-2017

[x-exol]

sehun: hmmm with whom should i get close now???

chef suke:

sehun:

[sehunix]

170528 | chefsuke’s Instagram Update 

초대해줘서 고마워 세훈아 최고야

[fy-ohsehun]

170510 Sehun - Shawn Choi’s Instagram Update

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cr: chefsuke

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Mirepoix [4/?]

Rating: M Disclaimer Day’s Notes: I was supposed to post this fic for “Rice Wine” but the chapter ended up morphing and even though rice wine shows up it’s no longer the focus. AO3 | FF

Chapter Four: Only When I’m Homesick

The clothing carousel couldn’t possibly move any slower. Sakura had to resist sighing as the worker waited for the clothes that matched her ticket to appear.

She was glad it was a day off because it meant that she could go home and relax after being in class all day and after running errands. It was to be her last day off for the next two weeks and she wasn’t looking forward to going back to work.

The past couple of days were awkward—no other word could encapsulate the vibe of her last two shifts at Wisteria Place.

It was difficult to try and avoid someone you had to see face to face every thirty minutes for five to six hours. And that was the minimum amount of interaction she could possibly have with Chef Uchiha.

Of all days for anyone to see her in her underwear it had to be when she was wearing the ones she reserved for laundry day. And Not only did it have a o be one of her supervisors, but the attractive one that saw her in her teeny bikini panties with the string ties.

He probably thinks I wear that kind of thing everyday, she had whined inwardly, banging her head against one of the poles on the train car. The embarrassment had made her want to cry the entire metro ride home.

Ino knew something had happened. Nothing could escape her keen eyes and she promised to get to the bottom of the awkward tension between her and Sasuke. Sakura just didn’t want her to know that it was her bottom that was the root of the problem.

She couldn’t tell her, “The weird way we avoid eye contact as much as possible and try not to say more than three words max to each other? Oh, that’s just ‘cause I flashed our boss.”

Sakura had no idea how she was going to survive going to work anymore. It wasn’t as if she could apologize to him because he got a good eye full of her ass and there was no way she was going to demand one from him.

Who needs an apology? A voice wheedled its way to the forefront of her mind. He can just touch you again.

It had been so gentle and Sakura hadn’t had that in a long time. There were hugs from her mother and father, full on glomps from Ino who didn’t quite understand physics and what her weight being thrown at such speeds could do to the receiver, but nothing like that.

He only touched my arm, how backed up am I? Sakura tossed the bag of dry clean over her shoulder and sighed as she waited for the light at the crosswalk. It was only a touch on my arm.

And yet at the same time it wasn’t only a touch to the arm. He was so close and heat radiated from his clothed figure in a way that made her lower stomach get all airy.

“NothappeningNothappeningNothappening.” Sakura muttered the chant under her breath as she crossed the street, the words running together as she repeated them. The sooner she stopped thirsting over the restaurant’s tyrant the better.

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Mirepoix [3/?] Rating: M Disclaimer Day’s Notes: Hello everyone! It’s been forever but I’m finally updating the chefsuke fic! Bet you’re happy about that huh @freshtoxinn lol

I’m working on updating my fics but “Seasons” has been keeping me busy.

Remember to pre-order your copy ‘cause it is a limited run! Pre-Orders have been extended until April 6, 2019 at 1pm EDT

Also, when you read this fic please disable any ad blockers you use. When you are redirected to my wordpress I have ads on now so that I can try and earn some revenue. Please help me out by letting the ads load on the page. I hope you enjoy the fic~ AO3 | FF

Chapter Three: 

Sakura scanned the shift schedule one more time. She squinted at the board willing it to look differently.

“Everyone’s working on the fourteenth.” She frowned at the board. “Not a single staff member is off…”

“It’s always like that.” A soft voice just behind her almost made her jump.

The pleasantly plump pastry chef was just behind her, pulling at her long dark hair. Sakura never had a chance to speak to her before but always got the impression that she looked a bit like the petit fours she made. She mainly kept to herself and her station and if it weren’t for the occasional moments when Sasuke would shout at her for moving too slowly, Sakura would forget she was even there.

“Oh, it’s you Hinata.”

“No one ever gets off on Valentine’s Day. It’s our busiest day of the year.”

“That seems a little unfair. What if you wanted to spend the holiday with your boyfriend?”

“You would need to get a boyfriend first, forehead girl.” Ino tossed her jacket over Sakura’s head and immediately started stripping. Hinata pulled her hood over head and covered her eyes.

“This is a mixed gender locker room.” Sakura tossed the jacket back over Ino’s head.

“It’s nothing anyone here hasn’t seen before.” Tenten, the brunette Ino had told Sakura worked as the boucher, opened up her locker next to Ino’s and stuffed her bag.

“You know you like what you see,” Ino teased, reaching over and tickling Tenten’s sides.

“I’ve never been into blondes.” Tenten smacked Ino’s arms away, trying to catch her breath. “Or girls taller than me.”

Tenten pulled out her smock and slid her arms into the sleeves. After she was done she pulled up her pigtails and styled them into twin buns.

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