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vixenpen · 3 years

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Caged Hearts

Pt.25 Hawks x Dabi

((Hawks x Miku ((OC))

(GIF by: @dendriticheep)

(Yo I’mma be completely honest, Dabi’s motivation for fucking up Keigo’s life is mad petty and the side story is flimsy as hell, 😂)

Miku was in Tokyo shooting a promotional photoshoot for her tour. She was excited to get started on what would be the first major milestone of her career, and couldn’t wait for her tour.

Of course she hadn’t told Keigo any of this. No, he was stuck getting his updates from Twitter stalking and her online interviews.

After a week of tracking leads all over Fukouka, Keigo still hadn’t heard from her. He was on his one hundredth unanswered call, and thirtieth unanswered text. And if he was being honest? He deserved it.

There was a pained tug in his chest when he saw the candid shot of her smiling and waving to the camera as she entered a rehearsal space. Most of her face was obscured by a huge pair of sunglasses and her hair was tied up in a silk scarf, but she looked good.

He exited the article to tap on her contact.

Keigo: Angel I hope ur staying safe. Can we please talk?

Before he could add any more, his feathers prickled from the sudden movement happening in the warehouse. His golden eyes lifted towards the old building. They were moving something. Something big.

He squinted against the moonlight to watch the five men hustling large crates out the back of the warehouse.

His deep red wings stretched and carried him swiftly and quietly from the adjacent building to the top of the warehouse to get a better look. He shot off a few of his feathers and smirked with satisfaction at when he heard the henchmen’s bodies thudding against the walls. His sharp feathers pinned three of the goons to the wall of the warehouse, but the other two guys were fighting hard against him.

He winced as he felt the heat of their fire quirks shooting back at them. Keigo detached a few more to give the other feathers back up.

The moment he pinned the last two minions, the air around him changed. His wings twitched against the cool breeze as he scanned the ground. The men were all down for the count.

That was quick.

“You gotta get some better henchmen, Dabi.”

“Well, good help is hard to come by now a days, Birdie.”

The familiar raspy voice made him shiver. He turned around, stone faced.

Aside from the undercut and new facial piercings nothing had changed about his ex. He was the same brooding, alternative asshole he’d always been. Difference was, Keigo didn’t find it attractive anymore.

Dabi smirked at the hero.

“Miss me, babe?” He teased.

“Bold of you to face me like this, you son of a bitch.”

Dabi clicked his tongue and stepped closer to Keigo whose wings flexed out defensively.

He scoffed. “You and that girl of yours really are birds of a feather. She did the same thing when I stepped to her. So flighty you avian types. How’s she doin’ by the way? Heard she’s having a concert pretty soon-“

“What are you trying to do, Dabi?” Keigo interrupted, ignoring the man’s attempts to get under his skin.

“The usual, Hawks,” he spat back, “trying to take down this fucked up hero system that you seem so determined to keep intact.”

Keigo didn’t know why Dabi was blabbering so much. Usually he did it to prepare his body for an attack so as not to over exert his powerful quirk—but he wasn’t trying to attack.

“And how do you think you’ll do that?” Keigo shot back. “You don’t have the power or the vision that Shigaraki had, and you damn sure don’t have the numbers.” He scoffed. “Your henchmen are pathetic, those little nomu experiments are weak—face it, Dabi, you’ve got nothing. You’re fighting a useless battle.”

Dabi’s smirk melted into a smile. It was intimate and soft and...familiar. It took Keigo back to late nights spent laughing and rolling around in warm, tattered sheets. Secrets and insecurities being shared behind closed doors.

“It’s cute when you do that.” Dabi practically cooed.

The avian squinted his golden eyes, but said nothing.

Dabi was so close to him now that only an arm’s length separated them. The villain reached out to grab Keigo’s chin. His touch was so gentle it took the man by surprise.

“You can’t change a system from within a system. That’s why I’m on your side, Touya.”

Keigo’s breath caught hearing those words. One of the many empty promises he had made to the man he used to love.

“But you lied, Keigo...you lied.” He shook his head, slowly, his turquoise eyes piercing right through the man. “And I feel bad for that girlfriend of yours. She doesn’t know half of what kind of man you really are.”

The hero remained stoic, despite the pang in his chest. He knocked Dabi’s hand away from his face, grabbing the man’s wrist and twisting it sharply.

Dabi’s unblemished skin pulled from his burned flesh at the force. The blood from his staples ran down Keigo’s gloved hand.

“What makes you think I won’t take you out right now?” Keigo ground out.

Just like that, the twisted smirk was back. “Because hero, you’re going to be a little distracted.”

Keigo’s brows furrowed, and before he could grasp the meaning behind Dabi’s words, the first explosion went off.

At that moment, Dabi’s quirk activated sending a fiery blast at Keigo’s face.

The heat was unbearable.

Fuck!

He stumbled back, disoriented.

“Well, babe, it was good seeing you again.” Dabi jeered as he walked backwards towards the edge of the building. “Bye for now.”

With that, he jumped backwards, leaving Keigo alone to deal with several burning buildings and a horde of winged dog beasts flying towards him.

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A pair of disdainful magenta eyes glared back at him. The curvy Latina glared at him, arms crossed.

“You look like shit.”

“I feel like it.” He replied, scratching his tangled blonde locks.

Konan appraised him a few seconds longer. It felt like minutes. Keigo averted her scrutinizing gaze. She tilted her head over her shoulder.

“Miku! Bird Brain’s here!”

She stepped out of the way to make way for Miku. Keigo felt her coming. Her heart pounded as she flew down the stairs. His own heartbeat sped up as well.

Finally, Miku stood before him wide eyed and disheveled as she looked him over.

“Keigo...”

He gave her a soft, rueful smile.

“Hey Angel.”

She reached towards his bandaged face tentatively then stopped, as if thinking better of it and dropped her hand to her side.

Keigo flashed her a cheeky grin.

“It feels worse than it looks. Trust me.”

She bit her lip, brows still scrunched in worry.

He sighed, shoulders drooping on the exhale. “I owe you one hell of an apology and an explanation.”

“Roof?” She asked.

“Roof.” He nodded.

The couple sat side by side, legs swinging over the edge. The weight of his Keigo’s confession about his sordid past and relationship with Dabi was wedged between them.

“There was no good reason for me not to tell you about Dabi. Especially knowing he was still out there, and that he could hurt you. I was ashamed. I’m a hero. I was supposed to know better than to fall for a villain. I’m the reason he’s still free. When we made the bust, I gave Dabi a way out. Like an idiot.”

“Like a fool in love.” Miku corrected. “Love makes people do stupid things, Kei. I’ll give you that, but-“

“But it’s not an excuse.” He shook his head, glaring down at the driveway below. “I indirectly put you in danger by lying to you. Knowing what I knew I had no right to get mad at you about you and Konan’s relationship-“

“Not necessarily true.” Miku turned to him. “You were right to be upset with me,” then her tone grew stern, “but you were also an absolute hypocrite...and an asshole.”

Keigo flinched, but nodded in agreement. “You’re right.”

“But, I am glad you’re honest to me now.” She added. He heard a smile in her voice. It was small, but it was there.

“Yeah,” he allowed a smile to creep through in his own. “I am too.”

Silence settled between them. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t comfortable either. Sort of like the conversation.

“Miku,” Keigo started, she turned to him. “Is there any way you can postpone your tour?”

“No.”

He winced again.

“Baby, this isn’t a game.” Keigo pressed on. “You saw what happened in Fukuoka.”

The chaos of the fires and Dabi’s discount Nomu burned in the back of Keigo’s mind. By the time backup had arrived, his wings were whittled away to nothing trying to handle the situation, and the warehouses were crumbling beneath the blue flames. Keigo’s burns tingled at the memory.

“Dabi is dangerous, and he doesn’t fight fair.” He laid a hand on top of hers. It was the first contact they had made since he’d arrived. “Miku,” his voice cracked under the weight of his nerves, “Dabi would do anything to hurt me, and that includes hurt you. You need to be careful.”

She didn’t meet his gaze. Her eyes were zeroed in on his hand on top of hers, face screwed in contemplation.

“I’ll be more careful, but I refuse to put off my tour.”

He shook his head. “You’re being stubborn, Angel.”

“I’m not gonna live my life in a cage, Kei,“ she replied, clutching his hand in return. “I have a job to do and I’m gonna do it.”

“Angel...” he admonished. He softened his tone. “Please.”

Miku rolled her eyes.

She sighed, sounding like an indignant teenager. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll beef up my security whenever I go out.”

Keigo chuckled in defeat. “That’s the best I’m gonna get out of you, isn’t it?”

“Yup!” She exclaimed.

“Dammit Angel.” Keigo fought off the smile threatening to ruin the disapproval he was trying to project. “Fine. I’ll take it.”

He plucked another feather from his plumage and handed it to her. “For backup. Please keep them on you at all times, and if anything happens—“

“Break them,” Miku interjected. “I know, Kei, I got it.”

He allowed his face to soften some.

“I miss you, Angel.” He confessed.

Her expression fell.

“I miss you too, Kei, but I’m still not-“

“It’s ok.” He cut in, gently. “You don’t have to forgive me.”

Miku’s gaze fell back down to their intertwined fingers.

“Just...give me time—and space. Ok?”

He nodded. His fingers danced beneath her chin. Keigo tilted her face up to meet his, and managed a smile.

“Deal.”

(Miku is stubborn😝 but I love her)

#my ocs #bnha imagines #my hero academia #bnha #bnha scenarios #hawks x oc #dabi x hawks #back story #toxic relationship #my hero fanfic #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #otp fics #bnha smut #hotwings #black ocs #i love her so muuuuuch

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years

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Catching Up Part IV

A Joe Mazzello x Reader Story

Summary: Reader is a writer for an entertainment news network and after Joe comes in to do an interview, they reconnect.

Word Count: 2.6K

Tag List: @crazylittlethingcalledobsession, @jennyggggrrr, @somethinginthewayiam, @grandaddy-roger-trash, @rogerloveshiscar, @hopefully-aesthetically-pleasing, @danamaleksworld If you’d like to be added let me know!

Part I Part II Part III

Part IV here we go!!!

Monday rolled around and you dreaded going back to work. Although, you knew Joe was coming in to re-do the Bohemian Rhapsody interview, so you had that to look forward to. The past few days with him had been bliss. Cute dates and great sex. You couldn’t have been happier. The only damper was that Joe was leaving New York a week after the interview at your station. He’d be back the next month, but going so long without seeing him was going to be the wait of a lifetime.

You walked into the newsroom, humming to yourself. You stopped in your tracks when you saw Don sitting at your desk, smiling eerily at you. You shot him a questioning glance as you slowly approached.

“‘Sup?” he said when you reached him.

“Good morning,” you returned. “Is something wrong?”

“Come on, let’s go in my office and talk,” he said.

You set your purse in your seat when he stood up. You shook your jacket off your shoulders and followed him. He closed the door behind you. You worried for a moment he was going to ask you to do the interview again, even though Emily was already at her desk. You took a hesitant seat across from him.

“What’s going on, Don?” you asked.

“Are you seriously going out with Joe Mazzello?” he replied.

Your gaped at him. “I - I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“It is my business,” he said. “When our own magazine Tweets pictures they caught of you two together this weekend.”

Your heart sunk. You thought you’d been so careful.

“Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is for us?” he said, raising his voice slightly. “One of our own writers is sleeping with a source!”

“Hey!” you cried. “He’s just doing a promotional interview. This isn’t an ongoing story. Even if it was, I’m not the reporter on it, so it doesn’t violate any ethical rules!”

“So you are sleeping together?” he wondered.

“You know I’m not going to answer that,” you returned levelly. You were impressed with your own composure. Anger was boiling in the pit of your stomach.

“You can’t see him anymore.”

“You can’t ask that of me.”

You glowered at each other over his desk for a moment. He sighed, rubbing his temples.

“I just don’t get it,” he said almost under his breath, but you still heard.

“There’s nothing to get,” you replied. “Joe and I are two adults having a relationship. It’s no one’s business but ours. If those are your only concerns, I’ll be going now.”

You stood up, turning on your heel and going for the door. He leapt to his feet and grabbed your arm to stop you, turning you to face him. Then, before you could ask what he wanted, he kissed you. You scrunched up your face and shoved him hard away from you.

“What the hell, Don?” you demanded. “Is all this because you’re jealous?! You don’t even like me!”

He looked down, clearly embarrassed. “It’s - uh - well, it’s a weird self preservation thing. When I like someone, I’m ruder to them.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” you returned. “I’m going to say something to you that is insubordinate and grounds for termination, but you need to hear it. If you are attracted to a woman, man up and ask her out. You’re an adult, so quit pulling pigtails.”

You stood there, waiting for him to tell you to pack up your desk, but he just looked at you, shocked.

“Well?” you said. “Are you going to fire me or do I have to tell you how to do that too?”

He rolled his eyes, his usual self returning at last. “You’re not fired. Just...don’t mention this to anyone. I’m sorry.”

“Fine,” you said coldly, and you swept out of the room.

You walked over to your desk. You looked up and saw, once again, the four stars of Bohemian Rhapsody coming into the newsroom for their interview. This time, when you caught Joe’s eye, you smiled. He winked and you waved at him. His presence made your anger melt away. Don didn’t matter.

Putting off your work, you made your way to the green room to say hello.

“Welcome back, guys,” you said warmly.

They all said their thanks as you went to Joe and wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and you hummed with satisfaction.

“What’s up, babe?” he asked.

“I just like holding you,” you said.

“Well, then by all means, carry on,” he said lightly.

You considered for a moment telling him about what happened between you and Don, but decided against it. He was about to do an interview Don was producing, and you didn’t want any tension there. Especially on Joe’s end since he would be on camera.

Emily came into the room shortly afterward. She was definitely made for daytime television. She had think, beautiful blonde hair. Round, brown doe eyes, and a wide, sparkly smile. She was so pretty, but it was hard to be jealous of her because she was also so kind.

“Hey!” she greeted, her thick Georgia accent coming through already. She took in you and Joe. “Aw, y’all are cute! Good for you, Y/N!”

You and Joe looked at each other and smiled in a way you were sure was disgusting to the onlookers in the room.

“Well, I’m Emily,” she said, shaking hands with all of them. “I just wanted to come by and introduce myself before we got started. And apologize for last week. I heard Don was pretty rude.”

“Well, to Y/N, yeah,” said Joe. “But not to us.”

“Still, it was unprofessional,” she said. “He’s still producing the segment, though.”

“Really, it’s alright,” said Gwilym.

As if summoned by the mention of him, Don poked his head in the door. You refused to meet his gaze, burying your face in Joe’s chest and closing your eyes.

“Emily, gentlemen,” he said, nodding to them. “We’re gonna get started in just a few minutes. Y/N, if you could get back to your desk and do some actual work, please.”

You rolled your eyes. To be extra snarky, you kissed Joe long and passionately before you left. But when you got to your desk, you ignored your work further. You jumped on Twitter - which wasn’t abnormal since you often wrote for the social media accounts associated with the network - and found the magazine’s page. The first thing up under the pinned Tweet was the picture of you and Joe. It was a nice picture. You were grinning at each other.

The Tweet just said your name, under your byline, and that you and Joe were the “new flame.” It had pretty good traffic too. There were about two hundred comments, eight hundred retweets, and one thousand likes. You clicked on it to read the replies, hoping that no one recognized you. You had not posted a picture of yourself online since the ones your ex leaked, for fear that someone would reverse search and match your face to the one in the nudes.

The replies were mostly shocked emojis, people congratulating you and Joe, or something nasty about your appearance. You read every single one of them, looking for any chance that someone had linked your image. You breathed a sigh of relief when you read the last one and it hadn’t happened. You kept the page open to keep an eye on it in case that changed. But for now, you could breathe a sigh of relief.

When the interview was over, Joe took you to lunch. You chose a casual place and got burgers. You laughed and talked together. At one point you were tossing French fries at each other, trying to catch them in your mouths, much to the amusement of a baby at the next table over, who giggled, high pitched and adorable.

“Oh, hey, bud,” Joe cooed. “Didn’t see you there.”

The baby gurgled some nonsense back and Joe nodded thoughtfully. “You make a very good point, there. I agree.”

A smile parted your lips as you looked on at Joe having a full, made-up conversation with this little baby boy. It was the sweetest thing you’d ever seen.

“What’s that?” Joe said, leaning closer as the boy said something that sounded like “a-goo.” Joe looked between you and the boy. “Well, you can tell her that yourself.” A beat passed and then the boy went “ga!” loudly and pumped his tiny fists in the air. “Alright, I’ll tell her if you’re really that shy about it.” He looked at you. “He says you look very beautiful today.”

You brought your hand to your chest and gasped dramatically. “My, my! What a kind compliment from such a handsome boy!” You looked at the baby and wiggled a finger at him.

Finally, the mother, who had been in deep conversation with her girlfriends, noticed you and Joe entertaining her son. She smiled.

“Wow, I didn’t realize Russell was over here making some new friends,” she said kindly.

“He’s quite the chatterbox,” said Joe, offering his hand to shake. “I’m Joe, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Nancy,” she replied. “Nice to meet you. Thanks for keeping him busy.”

“No problem,” you assured her.

“He is a great conversationalist,” Joe continued. “And a bit of a flirt.”

She chuckled. “Would you like to hold him?”

“Heck yeah!” he replied.

Smiling still, she took Russell from his carrier. He shrieked with excitement as she put him in Joe’s arms. He twisted his face up to earn laughter from Russell. They babbled back and forth to each other and you thought your heart might explode from how adorable it all was.

“Honey, you need to keep him,” Nancy said to you under her breath. “He’s gonna be an incredible dad one day.”

“We’re just starting out,” you told her. “But it’s something to keep in mind for sure.”

Russell and Nancy left shortly after, but you looked at Joe like he hung the moon.

“You really like kids, huh?” you observed.

“Oh, yeah,” he returned. “My nephews are like, the lights of my life.”

“That’s so sweet,” you said. “Are you going to see them while you’re in town?”

He nodded. “Yeah, actually. This afternoon. But I’m free the rest of the week if you want to spend some time before we leave.”

“Absolutely,” you returned. “I already took the time off work.”

“Aw, you didn’t have to do that,” he said.

“I want to be with you, Joe,” you said. “Work just isn’t as important.”

He smiled and leaned over the table for a kiss. You thought of how your day started compared to what you were feeling now. Don didn’t matter. Twitter pictures didn’t matter. All you needed was Joe to take you out of your fear and and anxiety.

The week passed far too quickly. You took Joe to the airport, parked, and walked him inside. You hated that you couldn’t go all the way to the gate with him, but he had a little bit of time before he absolutely had to be there. After he checked his bag, he came back to you. Hot tears filled your eyes and you tried to wipe them away before he saw. He still saw.

“Aw, baby, don’t cry,” he said, pulling you into his arms. “I’ll call you every night. And, if you’re comfortable with it, we can face time.”

You looked up at him, color draining from your face. “I don’t know about that.”

“That’s okay,” he said, rubbing your arms. “Like I said, only if you’re comfortable.”

You rested your forehead on his chest, relishing each moment you had him here in your arms. Where you could really feel him there with you. You etched the details into your memory to hold you through the next eight weeks until he returned. The rhythm of his heartbeat. The soft warmth of his skin. The way he drummed his impatient fingers against you.

He leaned in and kissed you, and you gave the kiss similar treatment. Although, with the way he kissed you it was hard to concentrate. It was passionate and yet soft. Romantic. A kiss to remember on nights you missed him most.

“I’m not saying this to freak you out, okay?” he said. “But Y/N, I really think I’m falling in love with you.”

Neither of you had used the word “love” before. It felt soon, but it also didn’t. It didn’t scare you to hear that from Joe. In fact, it excited you. You beamed through your tears.

“I’m falling in love with you too,” you said.

He sighed, relieved, and kissed you again. He checked his watch.

“I’ve got to get through security,” he said.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you told him.

“I’m gonna miss you too,” he returned.

With one last kiss and squeeze of your hand, he let go. You watched him until he disappeared through the line. It felt like your whole heart was going with him.

The weeks without Joe passed in a haze. You were exhausted all the time and becoming oddly emotional about him. Each time you hung up with him at night, you cried to yourself a little, missing him so much. You were an emotional person, but you’d never felt so weepy before. It concerned you, but you knew you’d also never felt this strongly about someone before.

After a month of Joe being gone, you were finishing up your feature article on up and coming female directors. The deadline was the following day, and you were making the final edits before submitting it to your editor to look over.

A sudden wave of nausea hit you. You felt your stomach churn uncomfortably, and you pressed your hand to it, frowning. You’d had a normal breakfast so you couldn’t imagine what was causing this. Your body heaved, and you jumped up to run to the bathroom. You just barely made it into a stall - not even having time to lock it behind you - and you vomited into the toilet. It took a few minutes before you were done and sat back on the floor.

“Rough night?” came the voice of Don from the door.

You jumped and squeaked with fright. “God, Don! I know this is a unisex, but don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“Sorry,” he said. “Are you sick? Do you need to go home?”

“I don’t know,” you replied.

“Well, whatever this is, I don’t want it spread around the office,” he said. “Go ahead and take the day off.”

Tears sprang to your eyes. “Don…that’s so nice.”

“Holy shit, it’s not that nice,” he said, eyes widening. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Everything makes me cry recently, so I’m sorry for the waterworks,” you said with a sniffle. “But I probably should go home.”

“Please do,” he said. “I’m...so uncomfortable.”

You thanked him again before leaving the office and heading home. When you entered your apartment, Christy was there, reading on the couch. She worked in an upscale restaurant that was only open in the evening, so she was home all day.

“You’re home early,” she said.

“Yeah,” you said, wiping tears from your face.

“Everything okay?” she wondered, setting the book down.

“I don’t know,” you told her.

“Tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m so tired, I’m emotional as hell, and I just threw up at work. In front of Don.”

“Jesus,” she muttered. “I hope you’re not pregnant.”

You stared at her, wide eyed. She sighed.

“Let’s go to the store.”

You went together and picked up a couple tests. When you came home and took them, the result was always the same. Pregnant. You still had two weeks before Joe returned to New York. How on Earth were you going to tell him?

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soupoctave1-blog · 5 years

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Healthy BBQ Chicken Quinoa Casserole (Slow cooker)

This Healthy BBQ Chicken Quinoa Casserole is made in the crock pot so it’s SUPER quick and easy. Perfect for weeknights and the WHOLE family will love it!

PIN Healthy BBQ Chicken Quinoa Casserole

(Photos updated Oct/2018 – narration not changed (I did not cut my finger recently)

I chopped my finger off.

I mean, I might be slightly over-exaggerating (are you surprised?) and I may have only sliced it REALLY REALLY BADLY, but that is not what I said while sobbing into Mr. FFF’s voicemail 🙂

I have this serrated knife. It’s really pretty and orange and all kinds of unassuming because it looks like the sun. The sun is bright and happy and it would NEVER chop someone’s finger off.

BUT, when I use this knife, I ALWAYS cut myself. I don’t mean “sometimes,” Like EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

When I was using this knife the other day I was even saying in my head “don’t cut self. DON’T DO IT”

And I did.

And then I didn’t know what to do. So, I called the Hubs, while he was at work, and left a SOBBING voicemail about how I “cut my finger off, and it won’t stop bleeding and OH MY GOSH IT HURTS SO BAD, WHAT DO I DO.”

Of course he called me 2 hours later on his break, FREAKING OUT because he is a nurse and he assumed all kinds of badness.

Then I pick up the phone and I’m all like “I got me some leftover paleo chocolate chip cookies and bandaids. GOOD TO GO.”

He wasn’t thrilled. He also banned me from pretty, orange knife use-age.

Good thing I have a PINK ONE. SUCCESS.

THEN, that night when we were saying our prayers before bed he goes “thank you that Taylor did not chop her finger off, but I pray that she can stop cutting herself and maybe someone can invent soft knives so that I can stop worrying about leaving her unattended”

It was adorable.

So, in honor of Mr. FFF wanting to be able to go to work without fear of coming home to a wife who has given herself nubs, I am sharing with you a SUPER SAFE chicken and quinoa casserole recipe that has the magical taste sensation of BBQ chicken. Remember the Zucchini Noodle BBQ Chicken Casserole and BBQ Chicken Summer Rolls? I LOVE IT.

Also, this chicken quinoa bake doesn’t use knives because, like the like the one pan Mexican quinoa casserole, you just throw it in a big, SUPER SAFE (see babe!) Crock Pot that has NO sharp edges. Just takin’ a playbook from me favorite Slow cooker Thai peanut butter chicken quinoa bowls ya know?

I know you’re glaring at me because those peppers did not cut themselves. Let’s just not talk about that.

You’re still glaring at me because there is that SMALL chance that the Crock Pot could light itself on FIRE and burn your whole house down while making this chicken and quinoa bake, THEREFORE, making it notsosafe.

Can you just stop so that I can pretend that I am being the best wife evah? Thanks.

But, fo’ cereal, this healthy BBQ Chicken Quinoa casserole? I love it. As in I ate it for breakfast instead of my FAVORITE Strawberry Cheesecake Overnight Oats.

That is how you KNOW it’s true love. No one messes with my oatmeal. You know this.

I almost jumped right into the Crock Pot when I tasted the creamykindaspicybutsmokeyandwaitwhat?sortofsweet goodness of this healthy bbq chicken quinoa casserole.

But, then I would burn myself. Which goes against my safety arguments.

I may also be a wee bit larger than my Crock Pot, which makes jumping in kinda of on the uncomfortable side.

But, that is neither here nor there.

ANYWHO.

Do I sense a dinner win, WITH NO POSSIBLE BAD THINGS THAT CAN HAPPEN TO IT, coming on?

Y to the E to SSSSSS.

Other Recipes You Might Like:

BBQ Baked Chicken Spaghetti Squash Casserole

BBQ Paleo Chicken Wings in the Slow Cooker

Healthy BBQ Chicken Quesadillas

Healthy BBQ Chicken Quinoa Casserole

This Healthy BBQ Chicken Quinoa Casserole is made in the crock pot so it's SUPER quick and easy. Perfect for weeknights and the WHOLE family will love it!

Total Time 3 hours 5 minutes

Ingredients

1 1/4 Cup Chicken Broth

1 Cup Quinoa, uncooked

1 Cup Frozen corn kernels

1 Cup Red Bell pepper, chopped

1 Cup Hickory BBQ sauce + additional for drizzling (GF if needed)

1/2 Cup Onion, diced

2 tsp Fresh Garlic, minced

1/2 Tbsp Cumin powder

1/2 Tbsp Smoked paprika

1/2 tsp Chili powder

1/2 tsp Hickory Liquid smoke

1/4 tsp Salt

Pepper

1/2 Pound Raw Chicken breast

Cilantro, for garnish

Green onion, for garnish

Cheddar cheese, for garnish (optional)

Instructions

Combine all ingredients up to the liquid smoke in the bottom of your crock pot and stir together until well mixed.

Nestle the chicken breasts into the mixture, so that the liquid covers them. Cook on HIGH heat for 2-3 hours, or until the broth is absorbed and the chicken is no longer pink inside.

Remove the chicken breasts and shred with two forks. Place the shredded chicken pack into the slow cooker and mix well.

Garnish with remaining BBQ sauce, cilantro, green onions and cheddar cheese (if desired).

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Nutrition Facts

Healthy BBQ Chicken Quinoa Casserole

Amount Per Serving

Calories 412 Calories from Fat 32

% Daily Value*

Total Fat 3.6g 6%

Saturated Fat 0.3g 2%

Polyunsaturated Fat 0.4g

Monounsaturated Fat 0.5g

Cholesterol 1.6mg 1%

Sodium 933.8mg 39%

Potassium 357.9mg 10%

Total Carbohydrates 74.2g 25%

Dietary Fiber 5.3g 21%

Sugars 29.4g

Protein 21.3g 43%

Vitamin A 48.7%

Vitamin C 136.9%

Calcium 1.4%

Iron 14.6%

* Percent Daily Values are based on a 2000 calorie diet.

WEIGHT WATCHERS POINTS PER SERVING: FREESTYLE POINTS: 10 POINTS+: 11. OLD POINTS: 8

(Per 1/4 of the recipe)

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