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It had been a week since Sergei had settled into his new apartment. The office and lounging room had been successfully set up and thanks to Nadia and his parents, he had a decent amount of furnishings. He did not need much.
One addition though, was not thanks to his parents or sister. The medium sized husky was in fact, all his idea. After careful selection and review through the animal shelter, he had fallen in love with the 1 year old pup named Noel. She was a gorgeous white and black coat, with bright blue eyes and almost well...well mannered nature. She didn’t yip or bark excitedly but she demanded attention with those eyes.
Sergei himself was accurately content. So at 6am this morning, he rolled out of bed, took Noel for a run, returned home and showered. His plans were to go out shopping with the dog at the local farmers market. Eventually.
One addition though, was not thanks to his parents or sister. The medium sized husky was in fact, all his idea. After careful selection and review through the animal shelter, he had fallen in love with the 1 year old pup named Noel. She was a gorgeous white and black coat, with bright blue eyes and almost well...well mannered nature. She didn’t yip or bark excitedly but she demanded attention with those eyes.
Sergei himself was accurately content. So at 6am this morning, he rolled out of bed, took Noel for a run, returned home and showered. His plans were to go out shopping with the dog at the local farmers market. Eventually.
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In that week, Olga hadn’t forgotten her goal and plan. After all, when your...crush...yeah, he was definitely a crush. Yeah, she treated him like a fictional hottie to idolize and fantasize about because in a way she felt like the likelihood of ever meeting him in person was slim to none--just like the actor who played Jamie Fraser from Outlander---but he was also a crush. A three year long one made possible by his sister.
Aaaaaanyways---
Her plan. Housewarming! Yeah. Olga didn’t sleep much at night, three to four hours at best, and this night had been worse. She spent a long time making chicken pot pie (let’s not go into the gritty details of how many smut commissions she had to write to get the funds to buy the groceries for it), a recipe passed down through her family--because the women of the Sayle family knew how to make a mean chicken pot pie. That was a good housewarming thing, right? Who didn’t like food!?
Though why Olga thought showing up at someone’s apartment at 7 am was a good idea was beyond anyone’s best guess. She set the hot ceramic container on top of the mailboxes, pulled off one of her oven mitts, and then pushed the buzzer that belonged to Sergei’s apartment, giggling a bit like a fan girl at the ‘Vetrov’ label next to the button.
Aaaaaanyways---
Her plan. Housewarming! Yeah. Olga didn’t sleep much at night, three to four hours at best, and this night had been worse. She spent a long time making chicken pot pie (let’s not go into the gritty details of how many smut commissions she had to write to get the funds to buy the groceries for it), a recipe passed down through her family--because the women of the Sayle family knew how to make a mean chicken pot pie. That was a good housewarming thing, right? Who didn’t like food!?
Though why Olga thought showing up at someone’s apartment at 7 am was a good idea was beyond anyone’s best guess. She set the hot ceramic container on top of the mailboxes, pulled off one of her oven mitts, and then pushed the buzzer that belonged to Sergei’s apartment, giggling a bit like a fan girl at the ‘Vetrov’ label next to the button.
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Sergei was finishing up morning chores when the buzzer for his apartment went off and he went to the window that faced out towards his gate. Noel followed behind him, propping her head on the window sill to look out with him. The duo expressed the same apprehension and wariness when the figure was made more clear.
It seemed Olga would not be taking no for an answer.
He flipped the window curtains shut before she could see him and hoped that for both his sake, and hers, that she assumed he was either gone or still sleeping. Either way, he was not answering that door. Not at all. Nope.
It seemed Olga would not be taking no for an answer.
He flipped the window curtains shut before she could see him and hoped that for both his sake, and hers, that she assumed he was either gone or still sleeping. Either way, he was not answering that door. Not at all. Nope.
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Olga was staring at the buzzer and intercom, waiting for that little light to go on to indicate she could talk to him. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye, and saw the swish of curtains that were just moved, and she beamed. Yay! Someone was home! Well...not just someone, but Sergei. Obviously. Hopefully.
She glanced back up at the ceramic lidded pan on top of the mail boxes, and then pushed the buzzer again. Hrm. Still nothing on the intercom. Maybe he didn’t know how to use it?
She moved from the buzzer to the gate, pressing her face against the bars and reaching a hand through until she could cup around her mouth. “Hey! Sergei!” She called out, loudly, at 7 AM, “I have something for you! It’s going to get cold!”
She glanced back up at the ceramic lidded pan on top of the mail boxes, and then pushed the buzzer again. Hrm. Still nothing on the intercom. Maybe he didn’t know how to use it?
She moved from the buzzer to the gate, pressing her face against the bars and reaching a hand through until she could cup around her mouth. “Hey! Sergei!” She called out, loudly, at 7 AM, “I have something for you! It’s going to get cold!”
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Sergei stared at Noel, who was staring back at him. It was like a communication thing between partners in crime. If they didn’t open the door for her, then they weren’t doing anything wrong! Noel’s eyes practically said, “Human...do not falter. Stay strong…”
But then Olga was yelling and it was still early and the last thing he needed was his neighbors picking him out for a woman yelling at him. he gave a look to Noel again and then rubbed his face.
Instead of buzzer, Sergei opened the door (shirtless still, mind you) and came out to the gate. Noel trotted behind him.
“Vhat?” He didn’t open the gate but looked safely from behind it, “Vhy are here, Olga?”
But then Olga was yelling and it was still early and the last thing he needed was his neighbors picking him out for a woman yelling at him. he gave a look to Noel again and then rubbed his face.
Instead of buzzer, Sergei opened the door (shirtless still, mind you) and came out to the gate. Noel trotted behind him.
“Vhat?” He didn’t open the gate but looked safely from behind it, “Vhy are here, Olga?”
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Chicken pot pie on top of the mailbox: it wasn’t the only thing that was hot.
Olga sucked in a breath, her cheeks blaring red as the door opened to reveal Sergei (shirtless, her heart, she couldn’t take it, was this real life to be in such close proximity to someone like that? IT EXISTED IN REALITY?). “Uh---H-hey!” She straightened, pulling back a bit from the gate. “Good morning! Um--remember I said I was going to bring you a house warming--” She bet that house was pretty warm because of those abs--
“Oh my gosh!” She got derailed mid-thought and sentence by the sight of the husky. “You got the dog you were talking about! Is it a boy or a girl--” She wanted to pet it, and the sight of an oven mitt on one hand though got her back on track to her original thought. “Oh! Right!” She slipped the other one back on, and then grabbed the container from the top of the mailbox and presented it to him from behind the gate.
“I made this for you!”
Olga sucked in a breath, her cheeks blaring red as the door opened to reveal Sergei (shirtless, her heart, she couldn’t take it, was this real life to be in such close proximity to someone like that? IT EXISTED IN REALITY?). “Uh---H-hey!” She straightened, pulling back a bit from the gate. “Good morning! Um--remember I said I was going to bring you a house warming--” She bet that house was pretty warm because of those abs--
“Oh my gosh!” She got derailed mid-thought and sentence by the sight of the husky. “You got the dog you were talking about! Is it a boy or a girl--” She wanted to pet it, and the sight of an oven mitt on one hand though got her back on track to her original thought. “Oh! Right!” She slipped the other one back on, and then grabbed the container from the top of the mailbox and presented it to him from behind the gate.
“I made this for you!”
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Sergei stared at the oven mitts, her bright and eager face and the fact that there was a container. Noel behind him yipped and he sighed. LOUDLY. Audibly! So Olga would understand.
“You came early. If it is breakfast, then you may come in and eat.” He unlocked the gate and held it open for her. Noel gave Olga….a look before trotting back into the apartment and proceeding to ignore the girl...should she attempt some sort of contact.
“I vill make coffee…” He grunted and then followed her in his home. As there wasn’t much for her to see, he basically left her to her own devices while he made his coffee. It was still early and there was no need for words quite yet. Or thanks. He wasn’t going to say thank you for something he didn’t want nor need. Sorry Olga.
“You came early. If it is breakfast, then you may come in and eat.” He unlocked the gate and held it open for her. Noel gave Olga….a look before trotting back into the apartment and proceeding to ignore the girl...should she attempt some sort of contact.
“I vill make coffee…” He grunted and then followed her in his home. As there wasn’t much for her to see, he basically left her to her own devices while he made his coffee. It was still early and there was no need for words quite yet. Or thanks. He wasn’t going to say thank you for something he didn’t want nor need. Sorry Olga.
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Olga did not understand. It might as well have been like Sergei didn’t sigh at all. She just kept beaming at him with a fox eyed grin, holding the container in front of her with mittened hands.
“Uh--” Her eyes opened, and then rolled to the sky thoughtfully. Hrm. Well. She didn’t think about that! She’d just been so excited after finally making the pot pie, and once she got going, it was really hard to stop. But...it was chicken, biscuits, kinda...vegetables...gravy...those were breakfast things! At this point though it didn’t really matter what, because Sergei was opening the door for her.
Hehe.
Olga trotted in after Noel, placing the container down briefly, along with the mitts, to take her boots off by the door, and then slipped the mits back on. She picked the container up, and then made her way to the kitchen, not so subtly looking around the apartment now that it was furnished. “Your place looks great!” Olga complimented, despite how sparse it was, and she moved to place the container on top of the stove, and turned around to face Sergei--and then turn red again as she was reminded that he was shirtless, and within ten feet of her.
“Uh--” Her eyes opened, and then rolled to the sky thoughtfully. Hrm. Well. She didn’t think about that! She’d just been so excited after finally making the pot pie, and once she got going, it was really hard to stop. But...it was chicken, biscuits, kinda...vegetables...gravy...those were breakfast things! At this point though it didn’t really matter what, because Sergei was opening the door for her.
Hehe.
Olga trotted in after Noel, placing the container down briefly, along with the mitts, to take her boots off by the door, and then slipped the mits back on. She picked the container up, and then made her way to the kitchen, not so subtly looking around the apartment now that it was furnished. “Your place looks great!” Olga complimented, despite how sparse it was, and she moved to place the container on top of the stove, and turned around to face Sergei--and then turn red again as she was reminded that he was shirtless, and within ten feet of her.
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So now that she had dropped off the food, wasn’t she going to leave? He was staring at the coffee pot so intently, it was turning darker in color from the mere gaze pressure.
Her comment was acknowledged with a low grunt. Outside of the kitchen, Noel made a small yip sound and then proceeded to roll all over the living room floor, with a toy in her mouth.
“Thank you.” He muttered, “Vhat is in pot, Olga?
Her comment was acknowledged with a low grunt. Outside of the kitchen, Noel made a small yip sound and then proceeded to roll all over the living room floor, with a toy in her mouth.
“Thank you.” He muttered, “Vhat is in pot, Olga?
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The yip caught her attention, and Olga’s eyes snapped to the dog that was rolling around on the floor---fffffffffffff. So. Cute. Ugh. She really wanted to go roll around on the floor with the husky, but first thing was first! Especially after she was praised. Poor Sergei. It was only encouragement.
She beamed at him. “You’re welcome! Welcome back to Destiny City, and to your own apartment, yeah? Right!” She fist pumped, and then wrapped one of her hands with the end of her flannel as she lifted the lid top, revealing---
“Chicken pot pie! We--” Yes, we, “--can eat it for breakfast! I made it from scratch!” Olga declared proudly notice her waifu skills Sergei senpai and grinned now. “Um--where’s your bowls and silverware? I’ll serve us some!”
Us.
She beamed at him. “You’re welcome! Welcome back to Destiny City, and to your own apartment, yeah? Right!” She fist pumped, and then wrapped one of her hands with the end of her flannel as she lifted the lid top, revealing---
“Chicken pot pie! We--” Yes, we, “--can eat it for breakfast! I made it from scratch!” Olga declared proudly notice her waifu skills Sergei senpai and grinned now. “Um--where’s your bowls and silverware? I’ll serve us some!”
Us.
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His gaze wandered over to the now revealed dish and he sighed. loudly and audibly.
“Vhy did you make a dinner food for breakfast Olga?” He got coffee cups, but in no way was he going to give her dishes yet. Plus...was it even safe?
What if she drugged it? What if it was laced with her mystical hex magic he assumed she had since she obsessed over this outlander man. With her shrines and weird apartment.
He wished he could be Noel, who was ignoring both of them blissfully.
“Vhy did you make a dinner food for breakfast Olga?” He got coffee cups, but in no way was he going to give her dishes yet. Plus...was it even safe?
What if she drugged it? What if it was laced with her mystical hex magic he assumed she had since she obsessed over this outlander man. With her shrines and weird apartment.
He wished he could be Noel, who was ignoring both of them blissfully.
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Hrm. Olga had to wonder, too. She stared at the pot pie with a furrowed brow, and a hand rubbing her chin thoughtfully. She wasn’t too sure what her thought process was last night. Only that she had the funds, got the groceries...and then as soon as she was home she was a whirlwind of cooking. Hrm. Bad timing and planning on her part, but oh well!
“But we eat breakfast food for dinner all the time!” We as in her. She looked up at him, her knitted expression relaxing. “Who says we can’t have dinner for breakfast!” She then held out her hands, and motioned for some plates.
“But we eat breakfast food for dinner all the time!” We as in her. She looked up at him, her knitted expression relaxing. “Who says we can’t have dinner for breakfast!” She then held out her hands, and motioned for some plates.
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How?
How did he end up with this crazy woman in his apartment? In his life? How?
What had he done? Where had he gone wrong?
Another sigh as he reached up and over her, opening one of the cabinets. Inside was a mix of various plates, mostly ones he had picked up from secondhand stores. As long as they held food and looked okay, it was okay right? He then moved to open the silverware drawer and left her to the serving.
While he sipped his coffee and contemplated all the things he had done in his life that led him to right here. Hmm. Nadia. Nadia was at fault here. Ohhhhhhhh. His sister. His sister had always been a pain.
How did he end up with this crazy woman in his apartment? In his life? How?
What had he done? Where had he gone wrong?
Another sigh as he reached up and over her, opening one of the cabinets. Inside was a mix of various plates, mostly ones he had picked up from secondhand stores. As long as they held food and looked okay, it was okay right? He then moved to open the silverware drawer and left her to the serving.
While he sipped his coffee and contemplated all the things he had done in his life that led him to right here. Hmm. Nadia. Nadia was at fault here. Ohhhhhhhh. His sister. His sister had always been a pain.
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She had her hands outstretched, but as Sergei drew closer and then reached up and over her, her hands were pressed against her stomach. Oh. He was so close. And shirtless, and oh gosh she could smell him---
Needless to say, her cheeks were red, and she kinda didn’t breathe while he was reaching over her.
He moved away, and Olga immediately spun, patting her cheeks as she looked up at the collection of mismatched dishware, finding it incredibly endearing. Especially for someone was no-nonsense and uniform as Sergei was. She picked out two, grabbed the proper silverware, and then served up a good helping on each plate. She didn’t get to eating hers just yet though, no. Instead she took a plate and fork over to Sergei, and presented the plate to him. “I hope you like it!”
Please like it.
Needless to say, her cheeks were red, and she kinda didn’t breathe while he was reaching over her.
He moved away, and Olga immediately spun, patting her cheeks as she looked up at the collection of mismatched dishware, finding it incredibly endearing. Especially for someone was no-nonsense and uniform as Sergei was. She picked out two, grabbed the proper silverware, and then served up a good helping on each plate. She didn’t get to eating hers just yet though, no. Instead she took a plate and fork over to Sergei, and presented the plate to him. “I hope you like it!”
Please like it.
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He didn’t notice the change in her breathing or behavior, instead focused on his own self loathing at the idea that he allowed such a woman into his life. HE KNEW...He knew that he didn’t handle types like her well.
Once the dish was handed over, he took it and delicately nibbled on it, to make sure she hadn’t poisoned it or something.
Once the initial few minutes passed, he took larger bites and then grunted in approval.
“Is good.” He looked at her, “Home recipe?”
Once the dish was handed over, he took it and delicately nibbled on it, to make sure she hadn’t poisoned it or something.
Once the initial few minutes passed, he took larger bites and then grunted in approval.
“Is good.” He looked at her, “Home recipe?”
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Baited breath---that’s what Olga waited with.
At the grunt of approval, and then the verbal confirmation, she was practically bursting at the seams. She gave him a wide fox eyed smile, and clapped her hands excitedly. “Yeah!” Olga then picked up her own plate, and took to leaning against the counter as she picked up her fork. “Passed down through the family---but I learned from my mom, obviously.”
Home cooking x Effort x SUCCESS = OT3
“Is there one dish that’s your mom’s special?” She asked curiously. “What about your favorite?” She smiled, and then took a big bite from her plate and plopped it into her mouth.
At the grunt of approval, and then the verbal confirmation, she was practically bursting at the seams. She gave him a wide fox eyed smile, and clapped her hands excitedly. “Yeah!” Olga then picked up her own plate, and took to leaning against the counter as she picked up her fork. “Passed down through the family---but I learned from my mom, obviously.”
Home cooking x Effort x SUCCESS = OT3
“Is there one dish that’s your mom’s special?” She asked curiously. “What about your favorite?” She smiled, and then took a big bite from her plate and plopped it into her mouth.
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He took another bite and eyed her again.
“I have favorite dish.” He said through the food and looked off. “I like all food. Not oatmeal though. Not Gruel. Nothing mashed.” he looked down at the chicken pot pie. “This is okay because it is larger chunks.”
And then he sighed. “Mama made good coffee roast. Beef, covered in coffee.”
“I have favorite dish.” He said through the food and looked off. “I like all food. Not oatmeal though. Not Gruel. Nothing mashed.” he looked down at the chicken pot pie. “This is okay because it is larger chunks.”
And then he sighed. “Mama made good coffee roast. Beef, covered in coffee.”
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“Aw man---” Olga heaved a sigh of disbelief. “Oatmeal is amazing though! Especially when you’re strapped on cash!” She lowered her fork, and then patted her tummy. “It also sticks longer too!” She then tilted her head thoughtfully. “But I guess four years in the Navy destroyed oatmeal, and stuff like it, for you, huh?”
She picked up her fork, scooped some chicken and vegetables, but on the way to her mouth it froze. The items then fell off and landed back on her plate as she stared at the young man near her. “...Roast beef...in coffee.” She repeated slowly, in disbelief. “...Is this really a thing?”
And why hadn’t she had any yet!?
She picked up her fork, scooped some chicken and vegetables, but on the way to her mouth it froze. The items then fell off and landed back on her plate as she stared at the young man near her. “...Roast beef...in coffee.” She repeated slowly, in disbelief. “...Is this really a thing?”
And why hadn’t she had any yet!?
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“It is not good when it is all you had for a year.” He looked at her. “I don’t think you would understand. You are not navy.” and then his head turned. “I am not strapped, as you say, for the cash. I will eat what good foods I want.”
He seemed to grump more than he was already grumping before.
“It is. You use, ah, Decaf coffee.” He waved his arms, “It gives good flavor. makes beef tender.” He was about to offer to make it for her and instead shoved a mouthful of pot pie. He would not be inviting Olga of all people to food. No matter her gifts or that his mama taught him to return in kind.
He seemed to grump more than he was already grumping before.
“It is. You use, ah, Decaf coffee.” He waved his arms, “It gives good flavor. makes beef tender.” He was about to offer to make it for her and instead shoved a mouthful of pot pie. He would not be inviting Olga of all people to food. No matter her gifts or that his mama taught him to return in kind.
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“Maybe I’ll hate it after four years, because it’s all I’m gonna be able to afford while I’m at DCU.” She stuck her tongue out at him briefly, and then pulled the dish up to her face to hide her smile and sudden silent giggle. ‘For the cash’ he said. Ugh, that accent was amazing.
“I’m going to have to share that with my mom! That’s something she’d really appreciate, I think…” Olga trailed off, her eyes lidding in thought as she lowered her plate to push some bits of vegetables around idly. Hmm. She really wanted to try this...maybe if she opened up another round of writing commissions she could buy a roast? Or maybe set aside some money the next time she ran a delivery for Isaiah...She’d get the money. Somehow.
Olga snapped back to, her eyes bright as she focused back on the grumping man across from her. “Hey!” She grinned. “If I get the stuff, could you show me how to make it?”
“I’m going to have to share that with my mom! That’s something she’d really appreciate, I think…” Olga trailed off, her eyes lidding in thought as she lowered her plate to push some bits of vegetables around idly. Hmm. She really wanted to try this...maybe if she opened up another round of writing commissions she could buy a roast? Or maybe set aside some money the next time she ran a delivery for Isaiah...She’d get the money. Somehow.
Olga snapped back to, her eyes bright as she focused back on the grumping man across from her. “Hey!” She grinned. “If I get the stuff, could you show me how to make it?”
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“Nyet.” He stared at her. He had to be firm. A simple no. Olga he was saying no.
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Olga blinked and stared at him. She had heard him say that word before...but she couldn’t quite remember the context it had been used in...Hrmmm. Her brows furrowed in thought briefly before relaxing.
“Is that a yes?” She asked hopefully, eyes bright.
“Is that a yes?” She asked hopefully, eyes bright.
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He stared at her. “It is time for me to go to get ready for school.” He stumbled and then set his plate down. “Off you go, Olga.” His answer was still no. Not a yes.
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