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#especially when the pizza sauce is more sweet#it freaks me out#im fine with pizza sauce just. being there in the pizza obviously#but having a ton of it in a pizza makes me feel so. euuyueueugh#grim sona#oc#my oc#sona#my sona#sona art#art#my art#digital art#artwork#artists on tumblr#grim trashbin
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european here (genuinely curious): in reference to your “american home-cooked food isn’t just fast food, it’s a lot like french/italian food” post, could you give some examples? I don’t know what foods are american home staples, but your post piqued my interest
Well stews and soups for one. When I read recipes for stuff like beef bourguignon it’s quite familiar to me. Less wine perhaps but the principles of the dish are similar.
Italian-American food often also makes for easy quick food on weeknights. Pasta is something that can be just as easy or complicated as you want. You can make it from scratch at every step or just make sauce from canned ingredients and boxed pasta. Tomato paste, flour, pasta, and dried herbs are staples in most kitchens. Pretty much every household has their own way of making pasta sauces.
Roasts are popular during the winter. Both roasted veggies and roasted meat. Potatoes are popular year round but in the summer things like potato salad or fries or bagged chips are more common than stewed, mashed, or boiled potatoes.
Americans commonly cook with butter and olive oil, though canola oil is cheaper. In recent years though there’s been health questions about canola oil and some people only use it for deep frying now.
French cream sauces are pretty similar to American white gravy which we make with cream instead of milk. We do also make white sauce too and will put it on most things. I find it especially good on pizza instead of red sauce. A lot of people also put it on pasta or vegetables.
A lot of the way we eat potatoes is pretty similar to some French dishes. What we call scalloped potatoes is very similar to a French dish called potatoes au gratin. Not identical, but extremely similar.
Stuff like French onion soup and duck a l’orange is also decently popular here even if not everyday food and are things you’d more commonly make yourself than buy from a restaraunt.
French style breads and pastries are also quite popular here. Baguettes are common things to cut up to eat with dip. Croissants with coffee are common things to eat for a small breakfast or an afternoon snack. French style breads both sweet and not are also common breads used for sandwiches. Italian style coffee is also more and more popular these days but that wasn’t true until relatively recently.
A lot of similarities really lie in the ingredients we use. We often cook things in butter for example. Or add flour to stews to thicken them. Or add milk to things. Or use wine to deglaze pans for the flavor.
A lot of home cooking in the US is affected by other immigrant populations. Tacos or curry are staples in my diet for example. But when you get down to more traditional comfort food it’s potatoes, cream sauces, stews, herbs, roasts, and pasta. Stuff that’s not identical to French or Italian cooking but is very heavily influenced by it.
TLDR: It’s butter!
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Very random the Outsiders headcanons
warnings: mentions of really bad food combination, throwing up, insects, scratching & picking at skin, loud chewing, fears, please lmk if I forgot something!!
all created w/ @luvmarsbars & @stqrluvr !
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To begin with we have food headcanons:
They all have a certain tastes in pizza!!
Johnny really likes olives on his pizza, like he just loves it.
Darry is a chicken bacon ranch pizza guy. it's his favorite pizza.
Dally really likes supreme pizzas but he can't stand pineapple on pizza. other than that he doesn't care.
Two bit LOVES pineapple on pizza, it's one of his favorites. (he argues w/ dally about it constantly). Him and Steve have no pickiness when it comes to pizza or food in general .
Ponyboy on the other hand is a VERY picky eater (me too man me too).
like he can't stand spicy foods, won't touch olives within an inch of his his life, has to have the edges of his sandwhiches cut off, won't eat pizza crust unless it's stuffed crust, hates cooked vegetables, the list goes on.
Ponyboy loves breadsticks!! it's one of the few foods he genuinely really loves. Same with pickles.
Steve is 100% the kid who you could pay to eat the gross food combinations that people came up with during lunch. yk, like the beans in milk? he would eat that. no hesitation.
Sodapop doesn't like soda because of the carbonation. (again that's me too I don't like drinking soda bc the fizz hurts my mouth).
Darry and Two bit are both lactose intolerant, Darry's just isn't as bad as Two's. Two bit does NOT care though because he loves eating lactose.
Also he loves BBQ sauce, Soda likes ketchup, and Pony loves ranch. like he LOVES it. he was the kid to eat it straight up.
Dallas hates sour foods, he can not stand pickles. He also hates fish, like he doesn't like sea food at all.
Dally also doesn't like mint, his favorite type of gum is watermelon.
He also is the type of person to chew with his mouth open. Like he didn't even realize he was doing it at first until people pointed it out. Then he did it to annoy them, especially Pony.
Ponyboy will get irritated and tell him to chew with his mouth shut and Dally would move his head so he was chewing directly into Pony's ear.
Johnny has random food cravings. like peanut butter on pickles, mustard on ice cream, etc. Pony has to hold back the urge to throw up.
Steve put sugar on his popcorn. he was also the type of person to have popcorn with his ice cream and m&ms and torn up pieces of candy bars & chocolate syrup, and probably maple syrup. he would throw any kind of sweet know to man into a bowl of ice cream and eat it.
Two bit really likes seafood. like he loves fish sticks.
Johnny was allergic to eggs and peaches as a kid. He isn't as much now, but he can't eat peaches anyway because he doesn't like the way they taste.
Headcanons w/ them and certain animals (dogs, cats, insects, etc.):
Darry loves dogs. He loves them and he really doesn't like cats because he thinks they're more of a hassle to take care of. Ponyboy loves cats and would rather have one than a dog. Sodapop loves both.
I saw someone else say Dally is scared of dogs and I just couldn't agree more. He really doesn't like them, and he isn't much of a cat person. He loves snakes though, like if he had the chance to have a pet snake he would 100% have one.
Ponyboy is terrified of any/all insects & bugs, including butterfly. He's allergic to bees as well.
He screams bloody murder if he sees a spider in the house and he HAS to be in a different room if there is one.
Johnny on the other hand isn't scared of them at all. He was the kid who would cry if someone squished a spider, so whenever Ponyboy is freaking out over one he will either a.) calmly pick it up and move it out of the house. or b.) be trying to capture it and tell ponyboy that it keeps moving so its hard to catch.
Then Darry would come in with a cup and paper and call them sissies.
Dally tormented Pony because of his fear of bugs. He would actually chase Pony around with a bug for his own enjoyment.
Miscellany headcanons:
Dallas finds horror movies hilarious. Like he isn't scared of them one bit and is completely unbothered. Johnny and Pony will be clinging to eachother during one and Dally is all like, "Cmon man, it's not even that scary!"
Johnny is afraid of thunderstorms and the dark. Like genuinely he is actually so scared of them.
Both Dally and Johnny bounce their legs when they're sitting, especially if they're nervous about something.
Ponyboy picks at the skin around his nails and Johnny scratches his hands a lot when he's nervous, neither of them really realize they're doing it.
Pony can't stand sherpa. like if the last remaining blanket was sherpa, he would rather sleep without a blanket.
Pony isn't the biggest fan of heights or rollercoasters and Soda doesn't like carnival rides that spin because they make him nauseous.
Dallas would rather die than use sunscreen, he absolutely hates it. Ponyboy loves sunscreen.
Two bit burns really easily. like he'll be outside for 30 minutes and he's already getting sunburnt.
Johnny doesn't go anywhere without his Jean jacket, it's his comfort item.
Steve was the kid to chew on his hoodie strings and his pencils. He couldn't have a wooden pencil without it having so many bite marks in it.
Darry cracks like every single one of his bones and it is so LOUD. He'll twist so he can stretch his back and it'll sound like if firecrackers and rice crispies had a baby.
#the outsiders#headcanons#the outsiders headcanons#dallas winston#dally winston#darry curtis#darrell curtis#sodapop curtis#two bit mathews#steve randle#ponyboy curtis#johnny cade#ponyboy headcanons#ponyboy curtis imagine#dallas winston headcanons#darry curtis imagine#sodapop headcanons#outsiders headcanons#the outsiders imagine
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Domestic!Natasha headcanons <3
cooking together is a must
she's not really good at it (actually not at all) but doing it with you is always a calming activity for her <3
i feel like she would like pasta dishes the most because they were the simplest to make while also being delicious
ofc coffee and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches always stay favorite 😌
i don't think she is a clean freak
but there needs to be an order in the house
she finds cleaning therapeutic (sometimes)
while sleeping she would always cuddle up to you, she finds it really comforting especially when she has nightmares
when she does have nightmares you two stay up together just drinking coffee and having long night talks
which are the best by the way ^^^
but there are times when you get hurt on a mission or she thinks that she lost you then she would want to be the one holding you
laying in bed together on a rainy day while listening to folklore >>>
idc what anyone says she a swiftie
also i think she would listen to lana del rey
AND NIRVANA OF COURSE
DUDE LAYING ON HER STOMACH WHILE LISTENING TO CIGARETTES AFTER SEX
i feel like she would definitely want to sleep on the side of the bed that was closer to the door in case anyone comes in during the night, so she could protect you more easily
watching old james bond movies together is definitely the favorite activity
i think she would have a weird thing with romantic movies where she didn't find them realistic so she could never get into them
but there were always a few ones that she really liked but she never told you out of embarrassment (but let's be obvious yk) :>
also i feel like she would be a sucker for those couples trends and would definitely have a date night and make heart shaped pizza with you (both savory and sweet)
always joking that you are going to eat caviar for dinner but end up making mac & cheese with hot sauce 💛
#marvel#black widow#natasha romanoff#natalia romanova#black widow x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#natalia romanova x reader#DOMESTIC NAT THE BEST
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Mean Girls food preference hcs
I have a fun time making silly mundane hcs. I copy and pasted these, then changed a little, from the discord server.
Cady: Enjoy chicken wings so much more than anyone would assume she does. They’re so messy, but they’re so good. Other than that, she mostly enjoys anything. Preference for meat with a meal and really likes cake, not the biggest fan of vegetables of any kind, but will eat them if she Has to. Hates buffets. Fucking hates buffets. Also loves the most random insane candy Janis can find for her to try, unless it’s sour, won’t eat sour food.
Janis: Favourite food is burgers with everything on them, really likes salad vegetables on the burgers and sauces. She loves diner-style food, so milkshakes and fries too. Enjoys very sweet drinks, says she likes black coffee but her favourite is frappes that barely have any coffee in them. Probably drinks an excess of monster energy too. Also cannot cook even a little bit. Unless it’s noodles.
Damian: Loves pizza but will mostly eat anything. He and Janis go to a specific diner all the time and it’s theirs and they always order the same thing. He’s similar in preference to Janis with drinks, but doesn’t like coffee and chocolate together. Often has candy bars or granola bars or little bags of candy in his bag at any given time for either himself, Janis or Cady.
Regina: Canonically likes cheese fries. These are the only things she’d eat in school. Mostly sticks to salads when she’s out with other people for a long time until she’s more comfortable. Enjoys yoghurts but not Greek yoghurt because it just doesn’t taste right. Drinks iced coffees with occasional sugar free vanilla syrup. Enjoys frozen fruit over non-frozen fruit as a little treat. Struggles a lot with eating enough and never has good food in the house because of her mom.
Karen: Very sensory seeking when it comes to foods and loves things that have texture to them. So she eats a lot of salads with iceberg lettuce, baby carrots etc. Enjoys candy a lot too, but nothing that’s too sticky or sticks to her mouth like caramel. Hates pastas that aren’t al dente or rawer and cannot stand lasagne ever at all. If the sauce is too much, she won’t eat it. Doesn’t really enjoy coffee or any hot drinks, but sometimes might drink a milkshake.
Gretchen: Really loves pasta. Loves pasta so much. She especially loves white sauces over marinara type sauce and eats it with garlic bread or breadsticks. Gets cesear salads often, but isn’t actually the biggest fan of them, she just eats them. Not a big drinker of sweet drinks and coffee makes her more anxious, but she still drinks it if she has to. Probably enjoys iced herbal teas when she gets around to trying them. Snacks mostly on plain nuts and bland chips, foods with too much flavour make her feel too much sometimes.
Aaron: Bland. He eats soups a lot, they’re easy to make and easy to eat. As well as grilled cheeses, sometimes some plain pasta and cheese, and he orders lasagna when he’s out. Quite good at cooking, but not great at baking, but he will make chocolate chip cookies sometimes. Mostly drinks water and occasionally coke or hot coffee, doesn’t drink it cold. Much like Gretchen, too strong of flavours make him feel too much. Sticks just to crackers if things are really bad because other food will make him nauseous.
Idk why I haven’t posted these before, it’s not solid hcs, it’s just the general vibes of what they enjoy. Feel free to ask for elaboration!
#mean girls#im not tagging each character individually lol#I do have justified choices of why for all of these btw :)
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The Ice Cream Is Too Hot
Summary: Natasha helps you to unmask and relax after a long day
Word Count: 823
Pairings: (Natasha Romanoff x Autistic!Reader)
Warnings/content: Neurodivergent behaviours and struggles
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Your eyes were still so tired, you just didn’t want to open them. You sunk further into your pillow and blindly reached for your phone. “No, no, no!” You groaned ‘8:47am’ you started work at 10am, there was no way you would be able to continue your morning routine as normal now. It was all mapped out in your head, and on your phone, perfectly timestamped with each step. It must seem silly to everyone else how important it was to you, but messing up your morning routine was everyone else’s experience of falling face first down 10 flights of stairs.
Little did you know, the catastrophic morning you had would only turn into one truly catastrophic day. Work was a sensory nightmare, the constant change between the air con and the steaming hot kitchen was too much, and your hair was pulling and scratching all over your scalp. You started to crash after 3pm, confusing orders on the tickets and asking customers if they wanted their ice cream in a ‘cub or a tone’ rather than a ‘tub or a cone’ by 4pm it was starting to get too much, your skin was crawling, it was like their was someone else inside you trying to break through your skin. Thankfully, there was only one more hour to endure before your girlfriend came to pick you up.
“Hey beautiful” Natasha said as she pecked your cheek “how was work” she asked “it was alright” you lied. Nat suggested you pick up some takeout as a treat for dinner after your long work week, the two of you settled on pizza. After the table was set, the pair of you sat down for a semi-romantic dinner lit with candles and served with a side of wine. You were finally starting to calm down, relaxing after a very draining day, but as you bit into your second slice of pepperoni the gooey sauce spilled out onto your cheek. It was the final straw.
“Eugh! Ew ew ew!” You couldn’t take it anymore, the tears you had held back all day started to fall as your hands began to stim “hey, hey, hey” the redhead said as she made her way around the table, napkin in hand “it’s alright, come here” she said as she wiped the sauce from your cheek “Tasha” you sobbed as you crashed into her arms “bad day?” Natasha asked “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I should’ve said something I-I just wanted it to go away” you continued to cry into your girlfriends arms for a while longer. She just held you, held you with the perfect amount of pressure and allowed you to fiddle with her rings as an alternative to your injurious stimming. She continued to whisper sweet nothings into your hairline until your sobs turned to a quiet muffle of sniffles.
When you pulled away, Natasha offered to clean up dinner and put away the pizza for later. She knew you wouldn’t be up for talking just yet so when she finished, she joined you on the couch and simply asked “do you want to cuddle or just sit?” She politely asked. You reached out your hand and she softly took a hold of it. You squeezed gently and began to fidget with her rings one again, the rings she bought especially for you “when I was waiting for you out front I saw there was a new ice cream, party rings?” You giggled slightly “every time I walk in there there’s a new flavour, last week it was blue marsh mellow, it was really good” at first you knew Natasha was getting you to chat and ramble to help you unmask but after a while you forgot, happily just being yourself “the weirdest one was popcorn flavour, it tasted a little odd. I don’t even know how they make it, come to think of it I don’t know how they make ice cream at all” you shot up to grab your laptop, needing to research this burning question “I probably should know considering I work in an ice cream parlour” Natasha let out a small chuckle.
An hour raced by, the two of you on the couch, Natasha just listening to whatever you wanted to talk about. You came upon distraction after distraction, you were surprised your laptop hadn’t crashed because of all the random tabs you had open “no way!” You exclaimed “what?” Natasha said as she scooted to closer to see your screen “you know when cats do that slow blink thing, apparently it’s them saying that they love you!” The widows smile was so smile “I mean I knew that when they show you their belly it means that they trust you and that when they….what?” You said as you finally realised Natasha staring at you “I love you” she said “I love you too” and you truly did, Natasha was the safest place on earth.
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Defiantly not an actual overwhelming day I actually experienced at actual work…
-Astara🩷
#marvel#natasha romanoff#marvel fic#nat x reader#autism#adhd struggles#autistic spectrum#nurodivergent#nurodiversity#black widow
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Devil May Cry Spice Tolerance Headcanons:
I had some mango habanero boneless wings (highly recommend if you love and tolerate spicy food), and that made me think of this idea for a series of headcanons.
Abnormally high spice tolerance:
Dante:
Dante can definitely tolerate spicy.
If he was younger (DMC3 Dante) he would definitely be exaggerating about how his mouth was on fire.
Since we’re talking about a much older Dante here, he has built up his spice tolerance.
Give him multiple One Chip Challenges and he just eats them like they are normal potato chips.
Try to prank him by putting pieces of Thai Chili peppers on his pizza, he’ll enjoy it even more.
Dare him to eat a ghost pepper, he will do it.
You cannot get this guy to tap out and drink milk.
Vergil:
Like his twin, he has spice tolerance but for completely different reasons.
He has willingly ate a habanero before and shrugged it off, which horrified Nero.
Hates buffalo sauce, not because it’s too spicy, but because it’s salty to him. Anything that is too salty or too sweet, he can’t eat, because he can’t tolerate it, he says as he pops another habanero in his mouth.
Whenever Dante gets pizza, he tells him to put extra jalapeños on his half when they share. (Or they don’t share and Dante eats the whole thing)
Ghost peppers are his favorite.
He’s been in hell for years. Spicy food can’t phase him.
Sparda:
Has been around for a very long time and has tried various spicy foods.
This is where the twins’ love of spicy food comes from.
He has a bigger appetite than his sons as he eats more portions of food than the two combined, which yes, includes spicy food.
In his opinion, sushi is at its best when spicy. Hence why he seeks out scorpion hot sauce and DRENCHES the sushi in it, which horrified Eva.
He was a legendary demon knight, spicy food can’t phase him. (Like father like son)
Nico:
“HOO-WEE! Who’s ready for an impromptu pepper eatin’ contest?”
Nico is the reason why Dante and Vergil now compete in eating the worst ever peppers.
Nico LOVES eating 4x Spicy Balduk noodles (I can’t even eat these) with some Carolina Reaper Pepper cheese on top, again which horrifies Nero.
Gets giddy at the suggestion of spicy food.
Give her some scorpion hot sauce, Carolina Reaper Pepper cheese, basically any spicy sauce or snack that Nero can’t even eat, you win her over easily.
LOVES Kyrie’s homemade chili especially when she makes a spicier version in a different pot just for her.
One chip challenge? She laughs and eats two and says that the chips ain’t spicy and eats chips like these on her break.
Girl is from the south and has eaten plenty of spicy food, she can handle a lot more heat.
Has Limits:
Trish:
Trish herself can debunk the myth of all demons can handle spice. No, not all of them, she argued.
Jalapeños, spicy chips, red hot pepper flakes on her pizza she can eat with no problems or hesitation.
Trish will beg Dante not to put a crap ton of jalapeños on the other half of the pizza like last time.
Trish has tried mango habaneros wings before. Three wings in, she grabbed the milk and drank it in defeat.
“Yes, I am a demon who shoots lightning bolts who can’t handle a 577,00 Scoville unit pepper, deal with it,” she sassed Dante with her runny mascara.
She will stick with her hot Cheetos.
Lady:
Also hates it when Dante and Vergil put too many jalapeños on the other half of a pizza.
A moderate amount of jalapeños is good enough for her. Same with buffalo wings, ignoring Vergil making a disgusted face.
Has judged the twins hard on eating a ghost pepper and a habanero.
“What the hell is wrong with you guys? Those things light your tongues on fire!”
Ate a small portion of a ghost pepper. Immediately tapped out and Dante quickly gave her the glass of milk.
She prefers to watch Dante and Vergil eat insanely hot peppers rather than participate.
Kyrie:
Is intimidated by the sight of a Thai Chili pepper.
She is willing to sprinkle cayenne pepper seasoning on things like her homemade chili she gives to the kids, Nero and Nico, but doesn’t go too far knowing her limits and Nero’s.
Kyrie coughs after taking a small whiff of Nico’s chili. “Okay, hers is done.”
Jalapeños is something that she also enjoys as it’s not trying to destroy her tongue.
Trying Nico’s 4X Spicy Balduk noodles, even one bite was enough to make her face turn red and tear up.
“Girl, you got guts, but you got limits, drink up.” Nico gave her some milk to extinguish the heat.
“I’m not doing that again.”
Instantly Nopes Out:
Nero:
Nero wanted to eat some pizza with Dante and Vergil, but after opening the pizza box, he immediately closed it.
Is scared by the sight of a ghost pepper. Only to witness Dante eat it like it’s a strawberry. Nero is once again horrified.
The only sensation he likes in his mouth (get your mind out of the gutter) is minty freshness like from gum.
“Does… cinnamon flavored gum count as spicy?” Nero asked Dante.
Dante, “No, that’s just sweetness with a hint of spice.”
Nero hesitantly ate a small piece of habanero. He very quickly went to the fridge to pour milk into his mouth. And onto his clothes. And onto the floor. “Do not tell Nico about this.”
Eva:
Nero definitely inherited his grandmother’s hatred for anything spicy.
Eva absolutely hates the smell as it stings her nose.
She knows her husband loves spicy food and tolerates it, but she cannot handle it.
Because she loved him and wanted to eat some delicious food he made with him, she took a bite.
Sparda said, “My dear, you didn’t have to do that,” and tried offering her water Eva shook her head and said, “If you can handle surely I can…”
Eventually she gives up and drinks the water after snot and comes out of her nose much to her embarrassment.
In conclusion, never give Eva anything spicy. Only give it to Sparda.
#devil may cry#dmc#dmc headcanons#random headcanons#spicy food#Nero is like Eva he does not like spicy food#dante#vergil#nero#trish#lady#nico#kyrie#eva#sparda
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Kento Nanami x fem reader
Fluff, couples being couples, failed cooking attempts
Baking is not a skill but a science, as you were always told by many people—chefs, baking gurus, and basically anyone who had access to social media. Never the less, you grabbed your apron, tightening it around your waist, and then slamming the old cook book you'd stored behind all your clothes when you'd first moved in with Kento. He was at work; whether it was the office job or sorcery, it was not important, but what was important was that he came to a pot of food and baked breads and goods made by his one and only.
He had left a few minutes ago, like usual, and you had awoken as soon as his car pulled out of the driveway. Still in your pajamas, you gather the flour, eggs, and ungodly amount of butter you'd successfully hidden from his sharp eyes. You looked at the first recipe, and it was 24 servings of cookies. Easy enough. You measured out each ingredient to the tee, looking at the book each time to make sure you were messing up. Then you shaped them and placed them in the oven before dusting your hands. You smiled contently as the sun began to shine into the lounge area. It was going to be a long day, but Kento deserved it.
In the other end, the grade 1 sorcerer ate his piece of dry toast and the runny, cold egg he had prepared for himself before he left this morning. Sighing, he let the dry, wet, and tasteless blob slather in his mouth and swallowed harshly. He was right. Jujustu's sorcery was sh*t today more than ever because, for a second week, he could say goodbye to the most beautiful woman he'd ever met. He left his gorgeous wife, fast asleep, dreaming of a happy life, and her husband reminded her in bed with her. He didn't even leave you with breakfast, only a sorry excuse for a kiss on the forehead.
Saving people was still something he wanted to do, but the office was swamped, especially after the horrific public act of suicide committed by a terrorist group a week ago. Curses were becoming stronger, running more quickly on the streets, and I was too much for only the high schoolers. So he stepped in to assist, but the calls were getting more and more ridiculous, having to work over time and eating a cold dinner while you were at book club to pass the time. Today seemed as if it would be similar; after reading through all the paper work, he'd come home late. He sighed, and Gojo gave him a somewhat supportive pat on the back.
Back at home, it had long past its show-stopping performance for the day, drowned by the curtains of darkness, and you were something of a mess. After your lovely cookies had started baking, everything had gone south so fast that you should've seen it coming, but your optimistic tendency had held you captive. To sum up the hours that fell upon your modern-styled kitchen, the bread was flat and dense because the yeast would simply not be yeast, the macaroons were one big burnt cookie, and the vodka sauce for the paste caught a light more than it should've and burned the food. So you improvised and made a big, messy pizza you would've made for your old college roommate after forging the topping. It tasted good but was not worth the expensive red wine and love you were going to give Kento.
You hung your head, in defeat, to clean the kitchen, not even noticing the time striking 7 a.m., which is when your "where is Kento panic? would've kicked in." Instead, after cleaning, I went for a long shower and came out wearing your soft blue pajamas that matched his. Just as you settled on the sofa, the door clicked open, and Kento strolled in with some blood on his pretty suit and a bouquet of blue and white roses. "Honey," your sweet voice called, and you let out a defeated "here." You called, and pizza and wine were set up before you as he stepped closer before he came into view, making your eyes widen. His own did the same at the cute assortment before you.
"Mr. Nanami, where have you been? Your hair is a mess, and your covered in blood, and you..." you trailed off, walking up to him and gently caressing him as you noticed the roses. "What's this?" You asked, absently looking at them and who the hued "Yuji found these on his way home today. From a rose-torn curse or something. " He spoke shakenly as you gathered them in your arms, your eyes glinting as you looked at them. "So I picked them just for you." He continued to watch your pretty round eyes dart to him and back to the flowers. "I thank you. Oh, I'm such a bad person; all I made you was messy pizza and cookies." You said you were pouting, feeling a little bad, but he wouldn't have that.
"How about you? I listen to you tell me about your day. If we aren't too tired, we can make something special." He nuzzled your chick sweetly, making your pouty lips smile softly. "Fine, shower first." And so the night went on without a hitch, with you both nestled in each other's arms.
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Florence - Chapter Three
After Sunday's rehearsal dinner, you, Peter, and MJ spend Monday together just relaxing and having fun- visiting a winery, then the beach, and finally having a movie night together. Peter gets more obvious in his flirting, and you become less confused about the whole thing.
friends to lovers, fluff, drunken moments, beach stuff, swimsuits, maybe a touch of accidental nudity, romance, mutual pining, and just a hint of lust
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The rehearsal dinner isn’t actually anything crazy- while you were at the cathedral, admiring the architecture and ignoring all the religious stuff, the workers of the Villa moved everything in place. All the outdoor tables, fancy chairs, but not the decorations yet: no long silk sashes and doilies, or flower centrepieces. It takes time to measure what should go where and how it will look. Of course, it looks great, just empty.
So everyone’s just chilling at the kitchen counter or the backyard, or the dining room part of the main hall. As much as MJ wants you guys to eat something all deluxe and fancy, Peter decides to go with Neapolitan pizza, which the chef makes pretty quickly.
“Ugh, you two are laying on thick. Keeping up with traditions and all that.” Logan comments, sipping on a beer as if he’d been through another war. Your dad has never been exact about what war that he’s a veteran of, but he kind of uses it as an excuse to be a grumpy asshole sometimes.
That, or you’re getting less sympathetic as you get older.
“Why don’t you hang out with the other adults, dad?” You voice your suggestion in a fake sugary-sweet tone, wanting him to leave, but Logan shakes his head.
“Maddy, Emily, and Philip are talking about wedding stuff- not my place to intervene.” Your dad gives you a look. “And I can read through your voice, kid. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
To your surprise, Logan fixes a glance at Peter, something kind of protective and fatherly overtaking his face as he takes another sip from his beer bottle, and Peter swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing down in fear. You have no idea what that’s all about- you know that your dad kind of knows how you feel about Peter, because you weren’t exactly subtle about it, but why would he shake down Peter with that kind of intimidating look, especially when he hasn’t done anything wrong?
Not anything intentionally, anyways, you remember with a sudden flip-flop of your stomach. You’ve slowly been getting a little too romantically inclined towards Peter, and you sternly remind yourself- friendship is what you’re supposed to be trying for.
The chef lays the pizza in it’s cast iron pan in front of you, and it looks delicious- red marinara sauce lightly slathered over a thin crust, large slices of mozzarella melting in their signature round shape, and little basil leaves sprinkled on top. It’s not too hot, actually, so Peter takes a slice, and you take one, and as you split them apart, a tendril of cheese hanging between the two of you.
Peter takes a bite, and he smiles eagerly as he chews it down and swallows. “Try it, Howlett.”
“Okay.” You take a bite, and weirdly enough, it tastes so close to the one you two would always get in Naples, and MJ smiles as recognition bursts on your face. “Wow, that’s really good-”
“I asked him to make it closer to how they do in Naples.” MJ is unable to let you finish your sentence, and it’s a very sweet, silly thing that of course MJ would do, and you are thankful because you were hungry for something familiar.
“So much for trying something kind of new.” Peter remarks, but he eagerly eats his pizza slice too, and MJ has a pleased grin on her face, because she’s always loved being generous. In small little actions like this.
Who wouldn’t love MJ?
Even Logan takes a slice- he’s the type to survive off of maybe a morning coffee and bagel at times- and he, too, has a rare small smile as he eats it, and you wonder if something about MJ reminds him of Miss Grey. Logan walks away from the counter after finishing his slice, and you feel like that has everything to do with the similarities. The red hair, the kind smile, the understanding compassionate nature. Perhaps it’s too much for him at times.
You still don’t know your own mother, thanks to your dad’s inability to process emotional trauma.
“Remember when you burnt your tongue on the pizza? I think it was the summer before ninth grade?” Peter starts, and you snicker at that.
“Yeah, and I had to immediately steal your cold water because it hurt so bad.” You reminisce about how you took the cold bottle from Peter’s hands and chugged it, while Peter tried to steal it back. You finished it, and every Florence trip after that, Peter would always jokingly hold his water away from you.
MJ grins at the secret memory between you two- she’s not sure how you’ve both never noticed the sort of intimate shared life of experiences that are so clearly illuminated on your faces.
“Who wants a drink?” Harry interrupts, but everyone seems to be too tired for that, what with jet lag. “C’mon, guys! We’re supposed to be having the best week of our lives-”
“You don’t want to be hungover at your wedding, trust me.” Peter has that responsible look that he always has when he’s reeling Harry back in from his usual insanity.
“So what? You think I want to remember a bunch of boring vows? You guys are boring as fuck.” Harry rolls his eyes, and starts shaking whatever he has in his mixer, and Peter can’t exactly stop him.
“Babe, c’mon. I’ll drink with you, but these two are obviously tired.” MJ tries, and he looks at her, and sighs.
“Okay.”
/
The next morning, Harry is vomiting in his and MJ’s bathroom- you can hear it through the thinner walls, surely an aftermath of how many tequila shots he had yesterday- and you know today is supposed to be a chill day, so you just let it go.
There’s a knock at your door- and you sleepily open it, rubbing your own eyes, unsure of who it could be.
It’s Peter, looking like he feels stupid. “Hey.”
“Hey?” You stare at him, raising your eyebrows. “What’s up?”
Peter is just slightly distracted by the fact that you seem to have gone to sleep in not regular jammies, but actually, just a giant T-shirt. It comes down to the halfway point of your thighs, just above your knees, and your bare legs are really, really distracting, because they look smooth and supple, and he kind of thinks about gripping them, so he forces himself to look up, not right at your eyes, because somehow you look especially cute when you’ve just woken up, but from where Peter’s eyes are resting, he’s pretty sure you’re not wearing a bra.
His unfiltered thoughts stop there as he clears his throat. Peter’s a grown man, and you’re totally allowed to do what you want with your body- he’s a feminist, as mentioned before when he punched the TSA guy.
But Peter can’t help but think there’s some level of bias in his actions, even if he pretends he’s just your friend who cares about women’s rights. There is something deep inside him that he doesn’t want to admit- that he’s into you, a little possessive over you now, and he doesn’t know why or where this feeling even came from.
Peter hopes you didn’t notice him staring at your chest. “I forgot to bring toothpaste.”
“Of course you did.” You drawl, not really paying attention to how Peter’s eyes are flickering up and down your figure, because you’re still kind of tired, and you turn around and enter your room, so Peter can follow you in.
Obviously the first thing he does is check out your ass, which is just kind of peeking out of the bottom of your shirt, and your thighs again but this time from the back, which Peter swears is an entirely different thing that he needed to see for science. Even though he’s already weirdly known what your body has looked like for years, through different phases of childhood and teenage years- he’s feeling more attracted to you than usual, and he decides to blame his sleepiness.
The idea that there is a usual level for attraction to you strikes him, and he ignores it. He follows you in to the bathroom, where you’re already brushing your teeth.
“Here. Crest 3D white toothpaste.” You hand the tube to him, your mouth foamy and speech kinda incoherent.
Peter takes it. “Thanks, Howlett.”
You spit into the sink. “Wouldn’t be a trip unless Peter Parker forgot something.”
“Oh, you mean how you forgot pants?” Peter snarks back, and he immediately, immediately regrets it, because he didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that he noticed your bare legs, but he guesses his mind was so preoccupied that that was what he ended up saying anyways.
He hopes it sounds innocent.
“Uh, it’s hot. I can’t sleep with pants.” You continue brushing your teeth. “You should try it sometime.”
Well, that didn’t really sound innocent either, and based on how your face is turning red, Peter can see that he’s not the only pervert around.
/
For a Monday morning, Harry is kind of incapacitated- to the point where MJ decides he’s had enough fun and needs to spend the day resting. She’s told the chef to prepare some kind of soup for him.
Logan is off hiking with Ben and May- they left so early you didn’t even get to say goodbye- and so you spend the late morning being lazy, eating scrambled eggs that you made on your own, toast, and some kind of cheese that crumbled really nicely over the whole thing.
MJ and Peter are really thankful that you know how to cook- Peter will eat convenience store garbage (you’ve spent many an evening in your childhood watching him scarf down a hot dog and an ICEE slushie) and fast food until his heart gives out- and MJ is pretty picky and only really loves preparing salads, rice noodles, and boiled chicken. Setting down breakfast in front of them is always fun, because even if you just know the bare minimum for an adult, these two are always so easily impressed that you feel like Jamie Oliver.
“So, did everyone sleep alright?” MJ says at the breakfast table, taking one large bite of the egg-toast. “Mhm. That’s really good.”
“Yeah, it was fine. This place is too luxurious to even complain about.” You comment, and Peter snorts.
“Yeah, if not for the fact that there was a pea under my mattress, I’d be fine.” He says in a snooty, noble tone, and you start laughing. “What, you know that’s how they talk. I’m sure Harry grew up speaking like that to his butler, right, MJ?”
She closes her eyes, and sips her tea. “No comment. I might have had to teach him normal English in grade nine.”
You always forget that technically MJ met Harry first, and then you and Peter and them became one group near the end of grade nine.
“So I’m guessing Harry talked like this: ‘Forsooth, this time, m’lady Mary Jane, I would love to have your gracious presence at my chalet in France.’” You start, and you sweep into a deep bow, and MJ starts giggling, her face turning red.
“No no, Howlett. You gotta think of when he probably tried to woo her.” Peter’s eyebrows scrunch, and then he gets off his chair and bows even further, his face brushing the ground in front of MJ’s chair. “Mine dearest Lady Mary Jane, would thee go for an amorous journey to the theatre with me this nightfall?”
She laughs extra hard, and you know you’ve been beat. You’re laughing too- the you a couple weeks ago would’ve assumed Peter was flirting with her, but you can tell you both had the same intentions here. Peter’s just naturally very funny.
“I love you two.” MJ finally says, wiping a tear off her face, and you beam at her. “No, really, I do. I missed having you around me.”
“Well, don’t even worry. You can call us and we’ll try to be there.” Peter states, totally sure, and MJ gives him a sly look.
“You’re speaking for Lettie too? How do you know she’ll be free? Unless you’re just around her all the time.” MJ teases, and Peter’s face turns a very slight shade of pink.
Oh, so you’re not just imagining that weird tension that was there this morning. You have no idea why Peter would look at you like that, or why he’s being blushy now, but you know you don’t believe MJ’s theory on it.
“Well, we are neighbours… plus I know Howlett is a good friend. She would never purposefully leave someone alone like that, unless they did something wrong.” Peter sounds glum now, and there’s a bit of pointed blame at you- both you and MJ know that you tried to distance yourself from him.
So much for that. He coughs, and then shakes his head.
“Actually, it’s fine. Sorry. You wouldn’t be talking to me now if whatever it was.. was such a big deal, I guess.” Peter takes your empty plates and goes to wash them.
“What?” MJ mouths at you, but you shake your head.
/
“Whatever it was?!” MJ is shaking your shoulder while Peter is off to the side, photographing the Tuscan winery that you’re about to enter. You just told MJ that drinking two days in a row better not affect her, and she laughed and said as a model she’s done way, way worse.
“I don’t know what he means by that, either.” You shake your head, unsure of what to say, that apparently Peter had no idea that you were devastated by your unrequited crush on him. “I always thought it was obvious…”
Peter laughs as a small bird starts attacking his shoe, and he takes a picture of that, too.
You always liked that Peter was good at photography. For one thing, it meant that he was great for asking to take pictures of special moments. And it was an easy way to get Logan to like him when you were both annoying children, and it was the only thing they had in common.
“Lettie. We have to tell him.” MJ is whispering, but you are so against that, you shake your head wildly.
Peter gives you a glance, momentarily perturbed, and you thumbs up at him. “That should be enough pics, right? Let’s go in.”
“One last one.” Peter turns the camera towards the three of you- a selfie- and MJ flashes bunny ears behind your head as she cutely poses, a pouty flirty look that comes so easily to her as a model, and you press your cheek to hers, grinning ear to ear.
Peter looks bemused as he turns the camera over. “Huh. Who would’ve thought MJ wasn’t the only model around here?”
“Are you referring to yourself?” You joke drily, but Peter shakes his head, and doesn’t quite respond. He stares at you for a moment before opening the door to the winery.
“Is he oblivious? Is it intentional? How can you flirt but not get it?” MJ rambles on when Peter is out of earshot, and shakes her head before going inside with you.
/
The winery is very cozy. There’s loads of vines coming through the ceilings, and they stretch into a gazebo where you can sit and look at the acres of grapevines outside. The garden is huge, and there’s also apparently a whole basement full of barrels of wine and other alcohol.
MJ loves it. She’s somehow never been to an Italian winery despite having been everywhere, and she takes great joy in telling you how it differs from a French one.
Then the owner himself, upon seeing how beautiful MJ is, you’re guessing, allows you to have multiple samples. Red wine, white wine, rosé, and something called limoncello?
“Must be nice to get freebies all the time.” You comment, sipping on some red wine, and MJ shakes her head.
“If you were more confident you’d be getting stuff too.” She huffs, and then Peter snickers.
“You guys didn’t notice the owner hasn’t said one word to me, huh?” He crosses his arms. “Pretty privilege is totally real.”
The idea that Peter finds you just as pretty as MJ, supposedly, causes you to down your little sample cup of wine way more quickly. MJ hoots, clapping her hands.
“That’s what I’m talking about. I’m done with this, you want it?” She hands her sample cup to Peter, who shrugs with a fuck-it attitude, and drinks it.
MJ is delighted by the taste of the limoncello sample. It’s a pretty yellow liquer made from fresh lemons, and it tastes like a citrusy candy, very tart and zesty. It’s unique, but you can tell from the small shot you’ve had of it, you’re a little tipsy. It’s like 30% alcohol- definitely crazier than the wine you had before.
/
MJ buys not one, but seven bottles of the limoncello, planning to serve it at her wedding, as it matches so well with the lemon garden of the villa- but she’s also bought a bottle to drink right now, at the beach.
Tuscany has gorgeous beaches that Florence apparently lacks- so she’s quick to suggest a beach trip before heading back to the Villa. The only problem is that nobody has brought a swimsuit.
“That’s what shopping is for, Lettie. Take back a souvenir or something.” MJ is looking at tons of skimpy bikinis at the shop you’re currently at, but you’ve seen her in even less than that, so that’s not what worries you.
It’s just that she looks amazing in everything, and even if you’re being toxic about this, you really don’t want to be a before-picture to MJ’s after-picture.
“When am I going to wear a swimsuit in the city?” You retort, but you still look through swimsuits, trying your best to pick out one pieces or two pieces that cover your middle. Very modest, hopefully flattering pieces.
But when you and MJ go into the change rooms- Peter waiting outside dutifully as a good male friend- she looks great in a white halter top bikini, white bottoms, and a pale blue, sheer sarong wrap skirt just for some coverage. It’s only her face that looks ticked off.
“Lettie, what the hell are you wearing?” She shakes her head, your attempts to explain falling on deaf ears. You are wearing a fully covered diving suit- only your hands, face, and feet are visible. “C’mon, it’s supposed to a hot girl summer. Not deep-sea diver summer.”
You laugh nervously at that, unsure of how to say that you don’t want your sedentary coding body out in the open.
“Peter, tell her.” MJ looks at him, and you look for his expression.
Peter looks deeply conflicted, and his eyes flit from you to MJ, before settling on his answer. “I think Howlett should wear what makes her comfortable?”
“You’re getting soft, Parker.” MJ warns with those steely green eyes, and she shoves you back into the change room.
You watch as random swimsuits come over the wooden door, and sigh before trying the first one on. It’s a green bikini with flared long sleeves- giving more a cute 70s vibe, except it’s too long for your limbs. You show this to MJ, and she laughs before shutting the door and telling you the next one would be better. Peter tilts his head, nonchalantly trying to get a better view, before MJ shuts the door, and she gives him a pointed look while he stares at the floor.
You finally try on what seems uber flattering on you. The bikini top is a nice neutral blue, and it fits you well without any straining or bulging of your flesh. In fact, it kind of smooths out what you would normally consider flaws- or MJ’s confidence is rubbing off on you a little. The bottoms are kinda modest- they’re not leaving everything hanging out, but they’re still bikini bottoms, in the same shade of blue.
You don’t know where your confidence has gone, honestly, because you look in the mirror and you see… you see a pretty girl. A woman. You don’t know why the last time you wore a swimsuit was five years ago.
“Lettie, c’mon out already!” MJ calls, and you step out tentatively on your sandals, wrapping a beach shawl with sleeves around you just because you don’t want to be straight up naked in the shop.
“Wow.” MJ gives you a soft look. “Why are you always covered up?”
“MJ-”
“No, I’m serious. You look really hot, and this isn’t a ten-year-friendship thing where I have to say that.” MJ maintains. “This is with the critical analysis of a model- you look amazing.”
“I agree with MJ.” Peter nods, but his eyes can’t manage to meet your own. He’s trying not to accidentally think too much about how you look, like the time when he was fifteen and he saw you in your bikini and then maybe-on-purpose saved that mental image for later- he’s going to really struggle at the beach if he continues that behaviour now- but it’s not fair, is it? That you somehow managed to have the perfect proportions that drive him crazy and yet you’re also just so funny and sweet and he might be obsessed with you? It’s really your fault, he thinks.
Peter clears his throat. “You look good, Howlett. Maybe those Logan genes are rubbing off on you?”
There’s a little more levity in the air as you ask, pretending to be outraged, if Peter is trying to fuck your dad.
Still, it’s that little comment, that you look good, that plays over in your head as you and MJ sit, Peter trying on his own swimsuits, and MJ says she needs to use the bathroom, so she’ll be back.
You knock on the door to tell Peter- and the door isn’t locked properly, so it nudges open, and for a split second you see Peter and his peter, and he’s stark naked but he quickly yanks his underwear back on- and you shut the door and shut your eyes, scandalized.
“...Sorry.” You call out. “I just wanted to say that MJ went to the washroom.”
“...That’s fine.” Peter says back, but that’s not really what you’re focused on, at all, and you feel like a guilty friend because you should have just yelled at him instead of knocking, and you should not be thinking about how hot Peter was naked, because it wasn’t his intention to show you that.
But he was hot, wasn’t he, he just had to secretly have abs and arm muscles that you don’t really remember the nerdy teenage iteration of Peter having, and you don’t want to get too into it, but it’s been a while since you were around a naked man, and you feel flushed. You’re taken off guard by how you feel- there’s a sudden urge to kiss him, all over, make his hair all askew, and you have to stop yourself. Be normal again.
You figure you’re both even for how he acted this morning.
/
Peter ends up buying a pair of swimming trunks that are covered in little sunshine sprites- he says it reminds him of Super Mario Sunshine. Interestingly enough, that game was all about a vacation to an Italian-like place, too.
MJ seems to notice the tension between the two of you- and she doesn’t comment on it, not at first. It’s when you’re by the gorgeous beach with the turquoise waters, that Peter is distracted by, that she finally asks.
“Now that he’s taking pictures. What’s up? Why aren’t you talking?” She sits on the picnic blanket next to you, and opens up the deli sandwiches and limoncello for your impromptu lunch/snack.
“I, uh- I don’t know how to say this without it sounding funny- but I accidentally saw him naked?” You groan and then bury your face in your knees. “I knocked on the door and it opened and-”
“You liked what you saw?” MJ canoodles up next to you, eager for more gossip.
You nod, and she punches you, to which you shriek “ow!”
“Don’t you get it? You still like him! I was so worried that your feelings were actually gone.”
“I didn’t think you were so invested.” You mutter, but MJ continues on.
“Of course I was! You would be so happy with him, I just… I know. No meddling.” MJ stops herself before she gets too far, and you’re still trying to get used to a world where it’s increasingly more obvious that you still like Peter, and more importantly, he likes you back. At least, you’re more sure than you were before- in the past, your crush on Peter was entirely based on what a great friend he was to you- and now, it’s not just the leading on of being close to you, it’s explicit flirting. It’s really obvious, even for you.
You wonder when things changed for him, and how much time you might’ve lost by being a dumbass. MJ hands you a glass of limoncello, and you’re welcome to it- you don’t want to be sober right now.
/
The beach feels suddenly huge when you can’t get an exact idea of the size. The limoncello hit far more quickly than you gave it credit for, and MJ has pulled you and Peter deep into the water, where you’re currently wading.
“No fucking way, shut up.” You are listening to MJ’s drunken spiel about how she’s going to do a perfect dive into the water, off of Peter’s back.
Peter is drunk, too- you can tell by the way he keeps leaning into you too much. Or maybe he’s using drunkenness as an excuse, but you yourself are too drunk to verify that theory. You’ve been aimlessly roaming around the water, the little grains of sand being pushed around in a haze mist as you kick your feet. It’s nice and warm, the beach water is refreshing and cool, and you love how vividly blue it is. Maybe even more blue considering that you can’t focus on it too well.
It’s also astoundingly clear- you’ve watched little fish swim around and seen other people under the water, which is crazy.
MJ clambers onto Peter’s back, and when he’s got her somewhat stable, she leaps off, and sure enough- a perfect dive. Her hair looks neon-red in comparison to the blue surrounding her underwater.
“Holy shit.” Peter runs his hands through his hair in shock, as MJ resurfaces. The water is up to your necks, which isn’t a lot, but Peter still mumbles that she could’ve drowned.
“Nah, no drowning out here. We all took swimming lessons as kids, I’m sure.” MJ snorts, and you know that she’s kind of an excitable drunk- Peter, on the other hand, is fairly quiet.
Until he jokingly pushes you into the water, and you lose your footing as it’s more deep than where you were originally standing- and because you’re too gone to really think properly, you let yourself sink under.
He dives in after you, and you look at him, too drunk to process whether you should swim up or if you should wait for Peter to do something. In the sunshine under the water, Peter looks especially beautiful- his brown hair is glowing and wafts through the miniscule waves, and his eyes twinkle as he grabs onto you.
Suddenly you’re hoisted into the air, in Peter’s arms, in a bridal-style carry, and he grins at you. You wrap your arms around his neck.
“Hey.”
“Hey, Peter.” You shake your head, feeling rather safe in his warm arms.
“Hope you’re not mad at me? It was all in good fun.” He grits his teeth, somewhat sheepish.
Before you can stop yourself, still kind of drunk enough that you can blame that state of mind, you lean in and kiss his cheek, and Peter looks kind of shocked- but he doesn’t look horrified, not like how your now sober thoughts are thinking he would’ve been. If anything, he looks kind of… happy? Satisfied.
“...Sorry- I shouldn’t-”
Before you can continue your sentence, Peter kisses your forehead, and now you know you’re done for. You can’t escape the feeling of loving him, so you just look at the sky, trying to drop the happy little smile on your face.
“It’s just a friendly kiss, Parker. To thank you for being my hero and all that.” You mutter, all shy now, and Peter just nods, getting that obnoxious, doofy look on his face that you like a lot.
“Uh huh. Sure.” And he decides instead of dropping you here, he wants to hold onto you for longer- you’re just so cute in how you’re refusing to look at him now. He also likes wrapping his arms around your waist and back and those deliciously svelte legs- Peter has no idea why your uniform of choice is often massive sweaters that cover you up.
Peter carries you to shore, and MJ snaps a picture on her phone, thinking that someday you two would thank her at your own wedding.
/
It’s very, very hard to just chill around Peter normally now, in the villa. Especially because you’re so used to thinking of him as your buddy- actually your former buddy considering you spent some time distancing from him- and now to be in that friendship again, but also kind of in love with him again, it’s a little too much for you to handle. You’re avoiding his eye contact a lot, but Peter is a very sly person and manages to corner you in the pantry.
“Hey.” He reaches above you, towards one of the many shelves that are in this pantry, and grabs a box of something- but he closes you in between his arms, and you look up in surprise before looking back down. Peter is kind of evil- he loves teasing you, watching how your expression seems to go through a million emotions, and he thinks that he really, really wants to kiss you here, just so he can watch your eyes widen and then do it again. He wants to kiss you until you can’t think straight.
But of course, Peter is a better person than that, and although he’s lightly teasing, flirting, seeing how far he can go- he will not do anything too out there until he knows you want to do it too. Aunt May did not raise an idiot, and right now he can tell you’re probably at your limit.
“Hey.” You repeat back, maybe a little more breathy and quietly. Your hair is still a little wet from your shower after the beach- you’re wearing PJs again, this time with shorts. Maybe short-shorts so Peter can get a better look at you.
“Just getting popcorn for the movie.” Peter isn’t saying anything that wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for two strangers to say, but you hang onto every word, and he relishes in it. He hopes you never stop talking to him again- he just knows he’d be devastated.
“Ah. Cool.” You let Peter move a little, but you can tell his gaze is still on you, as you grab a bag of yogurt-covered pretzels. It’s literally the bare minimum of affection, and Peter walks next to you as you both leave the pantry, into the TV room, where an absolutely humongous flat-screen TV waits.
There are large L-Shaped grey couches and elaborately embroidered pillows everywhere, yet Peter chooses to sit next to you, and you can’t ignore that. Even Harry picks up on it.
“All these seats and you have to sit right next to Lettie, huh?” Harry chortles, mouth full of freshly popped popcorn. “I see you, Peter.”
“You’re still hungover. There’s at least half a foot of distance between us.” Peter estimates, using his hands to mimic how much distance there is, but his hand still purposeful brushes your thigh.
“Hungover? Please, I could be stoned out of my mind and still see how you’re trying to get into Howlett’s pants.” Harry snickers, and you feel your face turn warm.
“Guys. I’m still here.” You pull a blanket around yourself. “Have your body-count talks when I’m not around.”
“Sorry, Howlett.” Peter starts immediately, and before he can start his whole spiel about how you’re not just a body, which you already knew was coming anyways (if you were honest you would not mind being one of Peter’s bodies and the thought is both titillating and scary), MJ comes in her onesie and turns the TV on.
The movie is in Italian- you’re not even sure what the title means, Principessa dai Capelli D'oro, but you know it has something to do with a princess. She’s got shiny blonde hair, and a big poofy princess dress- and all the Italian men trying to woo her have thick curly black hair and mustaches and seem to want her especially because she’s blonde and different.
“This movie seems to be from the 70s, just based on the film quality.” Peter comments, but you’re not really focused on the movie at all. It’s playing, and you’re watching it, but you’re not really absorbing anything because you’re hyper-focused on every little movement Peter makes. Every rustle of his shirt as he inches closer to you, the movement of his hair against the couch’s pillow- it’s weird knowing that you’ve literally had innocent sleepovers with Peter as a kid and those same actions he’s done a million times before seem to have a new meaning- and you want to skirt closer, if not for the fact that MJ and Harry are right there.
Actually, you’re noticing now that MJ is doing her trademark stop it Harry noooo giggle which usually means that Harry’s face is in her hair and they’re about to start kissing, and from there it only gets more frisky and wild. You have many memories of accidentally being in the same room as them and witnessing things that should’ve stayed private, but you’re not exactly a prude, just a good friend.
Harry’s the one who seems to use sexual prowess as a personality, sometimes, and MJ likes being a bit of a trophy wife, even if she won’t quite admit it, and now she’s on his lap and Peter looks away. It’s kind of like a weird, real-life representation of what’s on both of your minds, and Peter gently combs back some of your hair behind your ear, and you think that you don’t want your first kiss with Peter to be here right now, because you’re kind of sappy and you want it to be private, so you pull back.
“I’m… uh… I’m kind of tired.” You lie, and Peter nods, and there’s some genuine joy in your heart that he looks so accepting of that, even if you’ve essentially just rejected him for now. “Want the yogurt pretzels? I only ate like two anyways.”
“Sure.” Peter takes them and pops one in his mouth, and something about the way his jaw flexes and his tongue peeks out of the corner of his lips as he chews has you feeling goosebumps, a hot undercurrent running through you, and you excuse yourself and go upstairs to your bedroom.
You hardly sleep at all.
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that’s one fucked up butterfly
So i have no clue whether or not this counts as a vague one-shot or an overly-detailed story idea. Either way, here’s the spaghetti my brain fed me today.
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Jason has been hungry. Like, really hungry. Granted that’s not weird because this lifestyle does that to a person, but it’s more than usual. It’s also kinda weird because he’s been picking up food more often…as Red Hood. Outside of Crime Alley. Something about the confusion and fear of the cashier as a known crime lord who usually stays inside his turf casually plops down and pays for a brick or five of guava paste, containers of butter, and various other sweets, fruits, and other normal foods is just so satisfying in a way he can’t put his finger on.
But he doesn’t really think about that, because by the time it’s a notable trend, there’s something more pressing to think about. Namely, the fact that it’s been getting harder to move in a my-muscles-and-joints-are-stiff-and-achey-because-I’m-not-letting-myself-heal kind of way. This also isn’t super surprising considering the, well, everything about his lifestyle. It was bound to catch up with him sooner or later. It got more pressing when the ganglion cysts started popping up. He got as many important things out of the way as he could, and took a break. It only took the immediate repercussions of pushing himself so much finally rearing their ugly head, but he did it.
Except two weeks in, and it’s gotten worse. He does stretches, drinks plenty of water, makes sure he eats enough fiber and nutrients, but nothing works. He just keeps getting increasingly stiff. And it doesn’t help that the cysts keep popping up (yes, he checked them out with Dr. Thompson, and they don’t seem to be anything other than his body pitching a fit about being beat up on). It isn’t until Steph and Cass visit the safehouse during lunch and tell him point-blank that he’s eating like a speedster that he takes a good hard look at the kitchen and his trashcan that he realizes he did, in fact, just pack away a whole pizza, a very large fruit&veggie smoothie, and was on his way to scarf down a bowl (pot) of pasta that would feed half the bats, plus the cheese, sauce, and meatballs he was in the process of cooking.
It takes too much arguing, and bribing him with Alfred’s cookies, to get him to come to the cave for more thorough examinations.
This, unfortunately, does fuck-all. His blood pressure indicates that he’s stressed but fine, his nerves and reflexes are working fine, and when they did finally get him to get actual scans and take samples, they all turned up negative except for slightly elevated brain activity and a higher body temperature than usual, not even enough to be a serious fever. The cookies were the only good part of going, in Jason’s opinion, because nothing changed from how it was going before. In fact, the period where he didn’t eat anything so he could go in for scans seemed to only make the aches, pains, stiffness, and cysts worse.
The fatigue was to be expected, considering how hard it was for him to move around, and the fact that whatever was going on was clearly taking a lot of energy. It also aligned pretty well with the expected fatigue from people with similar ailments….right up until Jason was suddenly conking out for hours at a time. This was, understandably, very alarming for everyone, especially Jason.
One night when [insert reason for everyone to be out of the cave here, probably the aftermath of a breakout from Arkham or something], things went from bad to “what the FUCK is going on?!?” Namely, because between the time they left to when they got back, Jason was effectively entombed in a weird cocoon of stone-like green shit, and whatever it is, it’s interfering with any and all of the equipment they were using to monitor his vitals.
Of course this sends everyone into a panic, and Bruce is extra freaking the fuck out. He tries to get this off of Jason any way he can short of dropping the cocooned Jason from a skyscraper. Chipping away at it? Didn’t work. Laser cutter? No. Acid? Nope. Sealing some of it in a container with water to see if it would even begin to dissolve? Nothing. Clark is off-world with J’onn, none of the lanterns are available, and as much as Bruce hates turning to magic for anything, none of the JLD will be able to stop by in less than a week.
So the bats wait. They can’t do anything else other than try to find out what’s happening and how to fix it.
And then, one day, there’s a crack. And another. And another. Given that Jason’s under 24/7 surveillance at this point and they’re actively looking for any signs of activity, it’s not long until everyone who can drop whatever they’re doing arrives at the cave. It takes a while for any of the cracks to be big enough for them to get a grip or pry this stuff off of him, but they manage. They manage, piece by piece, and what spills out -anyone who’s been near a Lazarus pit could tell you- is Lazarus water. Lazarus water, and Jason.
Jason, probably coughing and spitting up glowing green goop, does eventually crawl out. After the initial fretting and checking for damage, he gets cleaned up, and he seems fine. Further observation indicates that other than some minor stiffness from being in the same position for days, he’s healthy.
For a bit, everything seems fine. Everyone is still on edge from whatever the hell all that was, but there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with him, other than having a somewhat more even temper, and being more likely play nice on the comms during patrols.
Of course, this is until he falls through a couch while reading, and is found struggling to get up as his arms phase in and out of the floor.
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For anyone who’s confused, this is a Halfa!Jason story(?) plot(?), and the basic premise is that Jason’s core had been forming for a long while now, but hadn’t been fully formed yet due to a lack of lots of good ectoplasm. The emotions he’s been absorbing from living in a city, and especially the fear he’s been getting as Red Hood and during rogue attacks, has been really helping out though, and has allowed his forming core enough strength to mostly filter out a bunch of the nastiest gunk left over.
Unfortunately Jason was constantly in danger, and his core wanted time to focus on finishing itself, as lots of newly formed cores do. So it geared up to spend a lot of energy on this (hence eating so much -sustaining the squishy human body while his core is using so much energy is important), but quickly “realized” that Jason wouldn’t stop going out and getting injured on his patrols for anything short of a medical situation of “this is going to affect my immediate future if I don’t treat this now” scale. So it did, and then when it was ready to actually buckle down and go for it, it gathered up the nastiest ecto it could find, and used it to make a protective barrier around him so that A) he couldn’t go anywhere and get himself injured, and B) anything that might want to snack on or harm a vulnerable core with a currently very vulnerable body would be repelled by the sheer nastiness of it.
And when it was over, out came a fully-formed halfa!Jason!
Good luck with those new powers, buddy.
#halfa!Jason#DPxDC#i wanna know what you guys think when you see this stuff#for the love of god I wanna see what thoughts are wiggling around in y’all’s brains#is it good? is it bad?#do you have questions or other ideas?#let me know!
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please share a refresher of some of your food flavor and texture opinions. I'm having a discussion with my wife about our various Autistic Food Rules and she didn't believe me when I said y'all had similar palettes.
I have a really strong sense of taste (the same exact thing but two different brands may as well be night and day to me; pepsi and coke are as different as apple juice and orange juice) and yet I STILL find that texture is more important, and soft textures are almost always better.
French fries are best soft, moist and limp the way they make them at East Coast barbeque pits and board walks.
All meat is best as tender and juicy as possible and if a meat is safe to eat raw it is always best raw. The fat is also the best part, but I mean the buttery fat that melts away, not the hard chewy gristly fat which is horrible.
Cookies are never good completely crunchy. Raw dough is good but the very best cookies are half-baked extra chewy ones, especially if they have soft doughy centers and only lightly crispy edges, with chips still melted from the oven.
Chocolate in general is better warm than cold especially when it's softened up as much as fudge, and fudge is also good.
Eggplant is the best vegetable particularly stir fried until it's all buttery smooth.
The only food that's good crisp and crunchy is fruit, any fruit that can be crisp such as apples or pears should be as crisp as possible. Crispy grapes are the very best but they're also the hardest to come by. I end up pinching grapes at the store hoping to find some that have absolutely no give.
The best pizza topping is in fact anchovies as long as they're properly cooked into it. Anchovies are also delicious when baked into spaghetti sauce or lasagna.
Pineapple however is also good when cooked on pizza, even if it doesn't go super great with anchovy.
In fact, all fruit is actually pretty good when cooked and paired with something savory. Sweet + savory is great in MOST contexts, there's no food in the world that honey can't go on.
Peanut butter, and I mean the sweetened kind from a jar, is also great in savory dishes like curries.
I know this is a very hard sell but peanut butter + pickle chips in a sandwich or on crackers are an actual snack some people enjoy and once I tried it I thought it was awesome.
I don't care for the flakiness of most cooked fish but I love canned tuna for whatever reason, tuna salad is like the most reliably palatable food in the world to me?
The much reviled Spam and its imitations are in fact delicious pan fried, all the authentic Hawaiian recipes are amazing and Spam musubi is amazing.
I don't mind waffles but I think they're inferior to good pancakes, maybe because waffles have that drier and more rigid surface? Love when pancakes are a bit stretchy.
Stretchy white bread like a super fresh French baguette is one of the most good things in the world with nothing at all added to it.
The only common food I find totally revolting is corn. Peas and beans also gross me out a little, all the plants that come in little round nodules. Not fond of most pot pies and stuff with a bunch of different little chopped up veggies in them, don't know why, maybe because all of those veggies would be so much better a little pan-seared on their own?
I also find it genuinely kind of annoying and sad when people even “jokingly” comment on these posts about how gross some of these are, none of them are really that uncommon in my experience except maybe the peanut butter pickle thing but I still don’t get why people feel so strongly about some of it. Almost all food is good and I don’t hate the alternatives I can stomach rigid crispy SOULLESS french fries just fine when I really have to
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What is the culinary practices like in Bug-world?
Do they like to cook their foods into dishs? Being breaded and fryed, baked, dried.
Or is it very simple? Like basic honey, raw aphids, fresh fungus, etc?
@bringerofmilk They do indeed cook their foods into dishes! Bread, fried, baked dried- you name it they'll work with it, and its mostly due to fascination in old human cook books!
Though that's not to say that cooked foods float everyone's boat, many insect folk (especially the more carnivorous bunch) enjoy eating things raw!
Even more infodumping as per usual underneath the readmore!
There's insects, like Abegail (though she focuses on human medical practices), who specialize in researching and practicing human cooking methods! And its waaaaaaay more common than expected, the people of Bug World enjoy variety to their foods too heheh.
Cooking also makes more foods readily, and safer, to consume! As some species have their toxins neutralized when cooked. But it all boils down to personal preference really.
On average, there's a preference for breads, baked sweets, pastas, salads, and soups. And steaks, lots and lots of steaks when available.
The giant fruits, roots, edible plants, and vegetables are commonly used when found too! But since they're massive the take longer than usual to harvest- it takes a big team effort to make them bite sized.
Both Finn and Liam are fans of giant strawberries and Jake loves eating clovers. Scarab will eat whatever Liam offers him really without any complaint.
Oh! And when a Beast gets hunted (very rare for the massive ones but it does happen!) the meat is very valued and often gets distributed to all areas nearby.
Also, while Liam does love eating raw aphids (a guilty pleasure of their's- they just enjoy the taste a lot and they crave meat a lot too) and honey straight from the comb- they do enjoy cooked foods a lot! (Also the burger they're eating is from the young lizard beast they hunted + some pieces of wings- they taste like chips).
Finn's just chowing down on a regular ol pizza (with mushrooms harvested from a mushroom forest farm that is heheh but its safe to eat of course) And Scarab is eating an oil fried aphid.
As for foods that get made, lots of stuff is given to cooks as "spare" parts from recently deceased or (very often) over hunters or the hunted. Lots of sauces and seasonings go into cooking bug parts- gotta make them tasty or they default have a really earthy taste to them.
Most common things that get given to the cooks to well, cook, are crickets and grub! Crickets can get really brutal when battling for standard brood laying area "hunts" and the ladies can really tear each other apart when doing so.
When that happens, they basically give themselves a final meal of tasty fruits or meats, then either die and have themselves transferred to their dinner of choice or go their themselves if they have enough energy to do so!
In fact that's a standard for most dying bugs to go to a place to eat (they get spoiled with luxuries) before passing away peacefully and being sorted through their "will" afterwards. Abdomens are a common "steak" and often cooked and served as is or breaded/fried.
Carapaces (if given permission) are ground up and turned into their version of flour to make certain bread products.
As for grub, various beetle folk have A LOT of grub and not all make it (or some grub turn on each other and leave half eaten siblings behind RIP) so they often get sent over to cooking places.
Overall, lots of bugs on the menu!
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What's amethyst's favorite food (+ any of your other ocs)?
thank you 🌺
amethyst: their favorite food is literally anything that has fruit. not simply fruit flavored things, but actual fruit. they have a bit (understatement) of a sweet tooth but also want to stay healthy enough to be able to dance and fight like they always do, so they've learned to bake so they wouldn't have to survive off just fruit salads and smoothie bowls. the downside is they like to think they eat healthy when in reality amalia has to beg them to eat actual meals for lunch and dinner and convince them that eating something savory won't hurt them, the opposite in fact. if they had to pick one favorite fruit, it'd be either raspberry or pitaya.
darlene: pasta. every type of pasta. it doesn't matter if she tries to act proper in front of people, put a plate of pasta in front of them and they will slurp it up. giselle's parents have gotten used to buying a lot more pasta and sauces than they need to just in case darlene comes over to their place, and she always gobbles it up like it's her last meal. specific favorite would be either cheesy or pesto.
raida: aside from blood, raida is actually not that into any type of meat, she just doesn't call herself a vegetarian because she needs blood to live. she's more into the simple things, particularly bread and cheese, and especially when they're put together. fondue, cheese pizza, grilled cheese, anything that involves bread and/or cheese, raida will be satisfied with.
+ wanted to do maya and/or ashley but my brain stopped braining. apologies. that's also the reason why i still haven't answered asks from weeks ago 😭
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melda tâe, pray tell: what are the ojv!style/starsev's favorite foods? <3
HELLO MELMË!!! Oooo this is such a fun ask ilysm and I love any excuse to be Incredibly Annoying abt the OrangeJuiceVerse so YEP HERE WE GO!!!
Kyle- Kyle SO has a sweet tooth!!! (I love that that’s a universal Kyle hc btw) that boy is THERE for any baked goods deadass even those shitty gas station packaged muffins (Stan is scribbling out the nutritional information (or as he calls it, Food Lore, well into their 30s)) and Kyle def consumes anything sugary. As for actual real food, he likes Italian a lot which works very well bc pasta is a general hit w everyone. Favorite fast food place is subway and he ALWAYS rearranges the sandwich components to make sure the distribution is right (he claims he doesn’t have obsessive compulsive tendencies) (he does) so this guy is THE reason the ojv is called the ojv, his favorite beverage is orange juice with seven ice cubes and a pinch of salt bc he’s picky even when he claims to not be, he’s also a red wine enjoyer
STAN!!! Oh my god he and Cartman and Kenny are bottomless pits!!! Stan is a big boi and he’s packing away everything he eats bc 1) he hates waste, and 2) he’s just hungry. BUT he’s really more of a savory guy. Veggie king, ofc, and he’s at every fast food place in town ordering any vegetarian option, ALSO!!! This man LOVES spicy food but his stomach doesn’t. He’ll get a couple crunchwraps sub refried beans and slather that shit in Diablo sauce, but there’s a pretty good chance he’s gonna be nauseous a few hours later. Also he loves Kyle’s cooking!!! Bc Ky likes to cook when he’s stressed and Stan likes Kyle, and Kyle makes this really kickass homemade bread (jalapeño cheese bread oh my god I really want some now) Stan is also SO bad at drinking water but he is in fact a soda enjoyer. Miller Lite and the cheapest vodka known to man (before he stopped drinking) are a staple, also he frequents the local smoothie king and gets a chocolate hulk. For most of their life style has been ordering an olive and pineapple pizza. Stan always dips it in extra marinara.
Tweek- he is seriously just a snacker. Like Girl Dinner has nothing on Tweek Dinner. His meals look like a Charlie Brown thanksgiving. If he even remembers food is a thing. But like Craig will come home and be like “what do u want for dinner” and Tweek’s like “oh I ate a whole jar of pickles” the amount of half eaten granola bars in that house smh. BUT he can decimate so much garlic bread. A very big lemonade fan.
Craig! He’ll eat whatever, nonchalant KING unless!!!! He’s having a bad day and is already on the cusp of a meltdown. If he’s overstimulated it’s a sprite and an uncrustable. A grape uncrustable. Also I just feel like he likes seafood? I cannot explain why, but he does. Also he’s really good about hydration, he likes routine and he has one of those bottles w the time markers lmao. And he’s weirdly pretentious abt craft beers like when he and Kyle take their lil excursions to their spot he’s drinking an ipa that’s lowkey gross but then he’s just shrugging at Kyle and being all “idk the citrus hits in the aftertaste” like an asshole.
KENNY ok Kenny is also not picky in the slightest, how could he be with how he grew up, but I feel like he’s especially fond of easy meals like casseroles, frozen pizza, that kind of stuff. When he starts actually making a stable living off his art he hits up ALL the local food trucks and small businesses and broadens his food knowledge, and he’s keeping the smaller struggling businesses going just by his support. He is another example of ojv losers not drinking enough water, thinks Mountain Dew counts, literally he would’ve developed scurvy in college if left to his own devices. SMH ily kenneth also he and Stan have both thrown up bc they tried to one up each other doing shots of hot sauce
Marj my queen! She, like Kyle, likes sugar, if the homies are going to a diner she’s getting pancakes, and she takes her coffee ALL dressed up. Also kenny is the grillmaster and Marj is making the BEST sides for the bbq!!! Omg she loves her some pasta salad and a lil shrimp shishkabab moment like put this girl on the cover of a southern living magazine with her sweet iced tea (she makes the best sweet tea) marj my goddess pls quit causing problems on the internet and just use ur hospitality degree to run a b&b and make the best biscuits and gravy ever
Cartman. Bruh. Eric Cartman. He has THE most expensive taste known to man when he’s older but until he gets into the Rich People scene he doesn’t really care about what he’s eating or if it’s of good quality. In college he dragged the m5 to some shitty steakhouse bc he heard it was a good deal, and also bc he was mad at Stan for belting As Long As You’re Mine from Wicked and he knew Stan wouldn’t have any food options there lmfao that asshole (he did have to put a dollar in the Fuckwad Jar). He will also eat the weirdest combination of things. Who is putting whipped cream and chocolate syrup on fried chicken? This man. He is a Diet Coke enjoyer lmfao also he drinks martinis with olives bc “it makes me look sexy and kewl” he doesn’t like olives btw he’s just an asshole
I HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS!!! The ask is always open for ANY of my AU’s or if ur just bored or want fic recs I’m a huge loser and my sp obsession is ever ridiculous.
#asks#i had so much fun#NINAAAAA#everyone say thank you#south park#headcanon#OrangeJuiceVerse#kyle broflovski#stan marsh#tweek tweak#craig tucker#kenny mccormick#marjorine stotch#eric cartman
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Food & Cooking Headcanons
The order of best cooks in the lair goes Mikey, Raph, Leo, Splinter, Donnie
Splinter is a pretty decent cook but he makes only very basic meals like pasta or chicken and rice
His fanciest dish is his green bean casserole
The first thing they ever made was a cake they saw on tv, the tots wanted to surprise their papa with a yummy treat!
Ended up with flour and sugar everywhere
But that sparked Mikey’s love of cooking
He’d watching the cooking channel whenever he could after that
Seeing his interest Splinter would try to keep an eye out for cookbooks when scavenging up top.
Leo loves to bake with his baby brother too
If Leo’s in the kitchen you can be sure something sweet will be made
He’s kind of messy and doesn’t always clean up after himself but the food tastes good
Raph’s cooking is usually meals when Splinter is busy
Simple foods but he also dares to borrow Mikey’s cookbooks to change things up
As long as he has a recipe he can manage to make it
Raph or Mikey are usually the first two up so they tend to make breakfast
If you smell pancakes or waffles it’s Mikey cooking
Eggs tend to be Raph
Donnie is not allowed to cook
Not after he set the kitchen on fire too many times
He’s trusted with the fridge, the microwave, the coffee maker and that is it
That’s fine with him though since he doesn’t have the patience to cook anyways
Hence the fires from trying to speed up the process
April isn’t too great a cook
But she enjoys decorating Leo and Mikey’s baked goods with them
She is also the fiend that will try to eat dough, batter, frosting, etc, right out of the bowl
April has been banished from the kitchen a few times for trying to eat before food is ready
Despite being a food thief April is very protect of her own food
There will be hands thrown if someone goes for her plate
The “too much hot sauce” comes from over-spicing her food so the turtles don’t go for it
The turtles can’t handle the heat like she can
Cassandra is an excellent cook
Though she is a little aggressive in the chopping, tenderizing, and such
She stress bakes
The brownie recipe from Grandma CJ’s brownies are actually a family recipe
It’s her comfort food but she won’t admit that to anyone
Unlike the turtles she can handle the heat and also loves spicy foods
Treats hot sauce like a challenge and all the turtles die inside when she straight up drinks the stuff
Won’t steal April’s food though because she respects her and plates are clear boundaries
Casey though is a scavenger
Does roasting whatever meat you can kill and feasting on expired canned goods count as cooking?
No? Then he can’t cook
He’s not a picky eater at all and has no sense of what is or isn’t a healthy diet
Mikey tries to teach him but it doesn’t go so well
He not only discovers a love for pizza but also fresh fruit
Especially strawberries
And his mom’s brownies are heaven on earth as far as he’s concerned
Boy discovers so many good foods he cries
Also has to learn to stop stockpiling and rationing cause food is more than available here
Getting steady healthy meals Casey Jr beefs up and hits a major growth spurt
Casey Jr flourishes, let this boy be happy
#Rottmnt#rottmnt movie#tmnt#Leonardo#Michelangelo#Donatello#Raphael#Splinter#April O'Neil#Cassandra Jones#Casey Jones#food#cooking#LET CASEY JONES BE HAPPY#headcanons
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Fried Pie at the Flying J
Angela put her phone down and looked alive behind the counter. The suits who had just come in were different than her usual run of weathered old Texans, although they had the familiar road-stunned look of long driving in the past and long driving ahead, same as most people who came into the Flying J. People liked to stop here in this place so deep on the highway. The gas was reasonable and the food was good. If you had time to stop and eat, the attached Denny’s had the cleanest bathrooms for fifty miles, but she figured that wasn’t what these guys were after.
Sunglasses Suit---he hadn’t bothered to take off his designer shades when he came in---made a beeline for the door that wasn’t to the Denny’s, and he put his hand on the other suit’s arm when the man made to follow him. “Hang on. You won’t want to go in there.”
“Hmm? Why?” Ooh, a British accent!
Sunglasses Suit jerked his head at the sign on the door: The Original Fried Pie Shop.
“Oh.” British Suit made a face. Rude. Don’t knock ’em till you try ’em, bud. Especially if you’re from England. Even Angela had seen enough TV to know about bangers and mash. (Her opinion? Needs more barbecue sauce.)
“They’re basically empanadas,” Sunglasses Suit said, sounding defensive.
“I dare you to tell Camille that,” British Suit replied, arching his eyebrows. The hint of playfulness lightened his old boot of a face, made him look suddenly handsome.
“No deal,” Sunglasses said, maybe ruefully. “Anyway, Mama liked them, so---” He swallowed. The past tense hung heavy in the air. Poor fella. He had a black shirt on beneath his black suit jacket, and now that looked more like funeral-wear than Johnny-Cash-wannabe.
British Suit briefly put his hand on Sunglasses’s shoulder.
Sunglasses cleared his throat. “Anyway, just stay out here and find something that will suit your picky palate.” He went in to buy some pies---which, yeah, were basically empanadas, but with fruit in them. Or meat. Or cheese and pizza sauce. The Original Fried Pie Shop didn’t discriminate when it came to fillings.
British Suit perused the aisles---something military in his walk, hard to peg what. He ignored the candy and the Hostess stuff, stopped in front of the nuts and jerky, and stared with what might have been horror at the hot food station.
Angela pursed her lips. Sure, their jumbo breakfast burritos weren’t exactly gourmet, but she had made them fresh only two hours ago! And there was always the breakfast croissant if the guy missed Europe so bad. Jeez, wait until he got a load of what they had at the Exxon. “Can I help you, sir?” she asked with her most professional cheerfulness.
British Suit turned and approached her. “Angela,” he said, his eyes glancing off her name tag, “I’m afraid I don’t know what a ‘tater tot’ is and why it should be in a burrito.”
Angela eyed him. Bless his heart. Was he serious? “Fried grated potatoes. They add crunch,” she said, and added with sweet vengeance, “Would you like a free sample?” She wanted to see his judgy British face when he found out they were good.
Sunglasses Suit chose that moment to exit with his bag of pies. “Come on, Bond,” he said. “I got you beef and vegetable. Don’t pretend you don’t eat beef pies in the motherland.”
British Suit, Bond, smirked at her. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get that sample,” he said, flashing his eyes up and down at her.
Jesus Christ. Had he somehow turned a tater tot into an innuendo? And was she really thinking that it was a shame she’d missed out?
Bond turned away from her. “Got what you needed, Felix?”
Sunglasses Suit, Felix, nodded. “Yeah. It’ll be good to---you know, the family will appreciate it,” he said. “Anyway---come on. Burnin’ daylight,” he added, his accent heavier than it had been. More familiar than it had been.
A small-town boy, Angela realized, who’d grown up and left for the big wide world like so many kids around here did. Had his mama driven him to DFW to send him off to college, and they’d stopped for pies on the way? How often had he come home after that, in between traveling the world and making friends with British folk?
Well, Felix was here now, and he’d remembered the pie. There was probably a good son under that suit, buried deep, in the same place he kept the accent. She worked in a gas station in the middle of nowhere---she saw every day that some things buried deep were worth coming back to, even if it was an effort to get there.
Less of an effort when you had company, at least. She was glad this Felix had someone with him---even if it was that weird Bond guy.
#castillon writes#007 fest 2023#team00#felix leiter#OC Day#scavenger hunt: local landmark#cw: mention of funeral
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