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boxofbonesfic · 4 months ago
here’s lookin’ at you, kid
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Title: here’s lookin’ at you, kid
Pairing: Chef!Bucky x Aspiring Chef!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Kitchens are loud and hot, but you’ve never minded that. Never minded the burnt fingers, and cut hands. What you do mind is Chef Barnes, the cocky talent that put Black Adder Brewery on the map. You’re even less used to hating someone quite this much, but you’re sure, somehow, you’ll manage—if you don’t stab him first.
Warnings: No smut, but...heavy innuendos, kitchen typical misogyny, Bucky being way too full of himself, light hazing, enemies to lovers, fluff, a little angst, eventual smut (gimme like three chapters y’all, I beg) 
A/N: inspired by this headcanon i wrote!! I’m actually really excited for this, because I don’t normally write fluff, so... here i go, lol. this will be a multi-oneshot series, so please keep an eye out for the follow-ups. thank you for reading, and please let me know what you think in the comments and reblogs ❤️
This is a work of FICTION, and there will be ADULT themes and content included therein, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! MINORS, DNI!
🔪 The one where you throw a tomato. 🔪
Success tastes like lavender, floral and sweet and just a little bit earthy. You imagine you can taste every drop of rain, every golden sunlit morning that these silk-soft petals have seen when you pop one into your mouth. 
 “Three bunches please.” The young woman behind the wooden table in the stall wraps three perfectly sized bunches of lavender in butcher paper before handing them to you. 
 You know what failure tastes like too—not sour, like everyone thinks. It’s more… bitter. Like overcooked caramel, left just a minute too long on the burner. 
 The farmer’s market is crowded, but it’s Saturday in Prospect Park, so you know not to expect otherwise. You can smell everything, citrus, flowers, fresh baked bread—you’re not sure where to go next. You’re celebrating—in your own way, of course. The email you'd received this morning was the cause of your good mood, why you didn’t mind forking over forty of your hard earned dollars for the fresh herbs now tucked safely away into your tote bag. 
Subject: Availability
 You’d practically hyperventilated your way through babbling the good news to your roommate—who was distinctly not pleased with being woken up at 7am by your excited scream. And now, you were treating yourself before it was time to pin your wild curls into order on your head, strap your knives into the sleek carrying case your mom had gifted you for graduation, and throw yourself into the lion’s den. 
 Good morning, just reaching out to see what your availability looks like for Sunday night? It’s a relatively low-pressure night, only 35 reservations on the books, and we’d love to see how you do. Service starts at 6, so if you can be here at 3, that would be amazing. 
S. Rogers
 You couldn’t be more excited. 
 “Which should we try first, Kara? The sourdough strawberry donuts, or should we go over to that stall with the eggplant parmesan pizza?” Your roommate was currently lagging tiredly behind you, her bloodshot eyes hidden by the prada sunglasses perched on the edge of her nose. 
 “Ugh, I don’t care,” She groans petulantly, and you giggle. “I was promised a bloody mary after this, and that’s all I’m here for.” She runs a heavily manicured hand through her thick blonde hair irritatedly. “I don’t know why you always make me—”
 “I told your parents I wasn’t going to let you drink and sleep your weekends away,” You reminded her. “Doesn’t the sun feel nice? It’s so gorgeous out, and you were just going to sleep until four and get up and go partying all over again.”
 “I’m still going to do that.”
 “Which is why I dragged you to the farmer’s market with me.” You say snippily, turning on your heel. Your pale yellow sundress swishes around your legs, and you can’t help but bask a little in the warm summer sun. You know you’ll go home laden with far too many things for the six block hike back to the apartment, and you know half of the vegetables you buy will probably go bad in the fridge before you have enough time to make your lofty ideas for recipes into a reality, but that’s okay. Because right now, it feels good to buy two bunches of fresh asparagus, and put them in your bag next to your treasured lavender. 
 It’s joined by a dozen sourdough donuts with fresh strawberries and a sickly sweet glaze on top, and then by a half pound of fiddleheads because you just can’t help yourself, and a litre of strawberry cider because why the hell not? 
 “Okay, time out,” Kara says, wiping at her forehead, frowning. “I”m sweating off my foundation. Can we please go get drinks now? It’s after 12, so technically it’s drinking hours.” Even though she’s whining, you laugh anyway. 
 “Fine. But first, I’m going to grab some corn from over there. We can grill it in the yard later.” 
 “And by ‘we’ I assume you mean you, alone.” 
 “I did mean that, yes.” 
 Your bag is practically overflowing, but you’ve got room for a couple more things. And those golden yellow corn ears are just calling your name. You reached for them—your hand bumping into someone else’s. 
 Huge fucking hands.
 The thought makes you swallow a little thickly as your eyes move over the offending appendage. There’s a simple knife tattoo on his left index finger, and on his knuckles, the word YES is printed in slanted, gothic text, and CHEF in the same sprawling script on his right. God, you could have looked at his hands all day, flecked with silvery scars made of clean, straight lines from years of quick knifework, and smooth, too-shiny scars from touching a too-hot flat-top, or grabbing the searing handle of a pan. Your gaze moves up the thickly corded, veiny muscles in his forearm, to the maroon shirt bunched at his elbow. A broad chest—jesus, you could land a plane on that—with just a couple of thick chest hairs poking tantalizingly out of his collar. 
 And then there’s his face. 
 Sculpted, angular cheekbones and a scruffy jawline that looks like goddamn Davinci pounded it out of marble himself. Steely gray-blue eyes that made you both want to look nowhere else, and everywhere else all at once. Deep, chocolaty brown hair that’s cropped close by his ears, and longer at the top. You kind of want to run your hands through it, see if it feels as soft as it looks. 
 It’s too bad he has to ruin it all by opening that perfect looking mouth.  He runs his tongue across lips you just know are pillow soft, dragging his teeth across them irritatedly before sighing. “You’re in the way.”
 “W-what?” You sputter dumbly, and suddenly the angels singing on your shoulder turn into shrieking devils. 
 “You’re in my way,” He repeats, pushing past you to pore over the corn like you were just doing, turning them over in those fucking hands. The spell was broken now, though, and you scowled at the back of his head.
 “Nobody else seemed to have a problem navigating around me.” You fired back. Kara grabs your arm, laughing nervously as she tries to pull you away from the inevitable confrontation. 
 “Come on, let’s just go—”
  “Everyone else seems to know how to wait their turn.” You watch the muscles in his back tense and release deliciously—who the hell wears shirts this tight?!—before he peers coldly at you over his shoulder.
 “What did you say?” He shouldn’t have looked so threatening, brandishing an ear of corn in his left hand, but you swallowed thickly at the weight of his ire anyway. Your mouth was always getting you into trouble, and it continued firing off without your brain’s express permission.
 “I said you need to learn to wait your turn. I know they probably don’t value civilized interactions in the cave you were clearly raised in, but you could still at least make an effort.” The biting retort was past your lips and in his ears before you could will your trap shut, and you saw him flex angrily. 
 “God, can we please just go?” Kara pleads, her big green eyes darting nervously from you to the beefy man holding the ear of corn you were going to buy for yourself. 
 “Christ, you’re a bratty bitch, aren’t you?” He smirks at you, and you hate the way it makes your stomach do a needy little flip, even as you feel hot anger creeping up the back of your neck. “Your friend’s right, you should go. Try to get some dick to scratch that itch.” 
 You sputtered angrily at the insult, and you hear Kara calling your name,  but it sounds like she’s a million miles away, underwater, and all you can see is that god-forsaken smirk on his stupid face—
 Time slows as the tomato splatters wildly against his chest, and you feel momentary satisfaction as the smile drops off, replaced by shock, and then rage. You hadn’t even realized you were reaching for it until your hand closed around the beautiful heirloom in your bag. It was a little overripe to be sure, but you were planning on grilling it anyway, and the extra juices would only make it that much better. Instead, your perfect tomato was now a cruel looking exit wound on this asshole’s chest. 
 Godspeed, tomato. 
 Someone laughs behind you, and Kara’s hand loops around your wrist as she drags you forcefully backwards into the crowd of onlookers. You watch as King Asshole tries to wipe the juice and seeds from his sinfully tight shirt, glaring at you as you beat a hasty, forced retreat. 
 “He looked like he was going to punch you,” She says over her bloody mary when the two of you are finally settled at her favorite little brunch spot. She didn’t help you put the groceries away, and though you’d threatened not to let her eat a single one of the spoils of your battle at the farmer’s market, you knew you would cave the very instant she asked sheepishly if she could try some. 
 “If he did, he’d have gotten a whole lot more than a tomato.” You growl darkly, sipping your mojito with a scowl. 
 “He was pretty hot though…” She smirked, elbowing you. Your cheeks flush with heat, and you pat them while glaring defiantly at her. “What? A girl’s got eyes.” 
 “Yeah, and low standards, apparently.” 
 “I don’t need standards, I need a hard dick and a stiff drink.” She quips, and you can’t help but laugh. “And, well, you know. He was a total dick, don’t get me wrong, but I mean…”
 “What?” You snap, pursing your lips. 
 “Well, maybe he’s right. I mean it’s been a while since Chuck.” 
 “Kara! You swore to me we would never speak his name again,” You spat dramatically. That was certainly something you didn’t much want to dwell on, especially considering that during the course of your six month relationship, you hadn’t cum. Not once. Not a single, solitary time—excepting the pitiful completions you brought yourself after he’d rolled off of you. “May he burn in hell.” 
 “May he burn in hell,” Kara echoed, draining her glass. “I’m just saying. Maybe you should come out with me sometimes, instead of staying at home in that t-shirt and ratty ass bandanna.” Your face heated again—you couldn’t help it. Wearing one of the t-shirts you’d pilfered from one unnamed ex or another, your kinky curls pulled back securely out of your face as you danced, pantless around the kitchen was your you time. 
 “I like my ratty ass bandanna.” 
 Though delivered in a sarcastic, biting tone, you had to admit Kara might be right. After all, if just the thought of King Asshole’s hands was enough to make you a little sticky between the thighs, maybe it had been too long since you’d last had a good roll in the sheets. You finished your drinks—and a second round insisted upon by Kara—and by the time you returned home, alcohol warm in your belly, you were feeling far better than you had about the encounter at the farmer’s market. Hopefully Javi would still let you buy his tomatoes at a discount, even if you were busy smashing them against the fine, sculpted chests of random, badly behaved strangers. 
 And at the end of the night, when you sat in front of your laptop as you twist your hair down for the night, you lean forward to inhale the sweet scent of the lavender you’d put on your desk. Two bunches were to experiment with, but this one… was just for you to enjoy. You grin widely to yourself and take another deep breath.
 Yeah, success definitely smelled like lavender.
 You’re thirty minutes early to your trial-run shift, and as you got out of the taxi, dusting your hands off on the loose-fitted cotton pants you wore. Your chef’s jacket was slung over your shoulder, and clutched under your arm was your knife bag.
 As much as you’d read about Black Adder Brewery, this was the first time you’d ever been inside. The brew equipment is all on display by the massive bar, being tended to by the bartenders and brewers alike. Everything looks somehow both incredibly simple, but also expensive, like it costs money just to stand here breathing the air. Probably does. This is the big leagues. 
 “Can I help you?” The rich, smooth voice makes you jump, grabbing at your chest. The man to your left is tall, and as he smiles at you, it’s like fuckin’ God himself has pulled back the curtain on the overcast day outside—and a single beam of sunlight falls across his dreamy brown eyes, turning them molten amber. You swallow the stupid stuttering—and ultimately meaningless—apology that threatens to spill from your lips. You’re not a child, and you don’t need to apologize for your presence. 
 “Yeah, I’m staging* today,” You say brightly. You offer your hand and he takes it, unable to hide the surprise on his features. “Nice to meet you.” 
 “Sam,” He says, shaking it even as a look of uncertainty crosses his features. “In...the back?” He asks quickly, and you raise an eyebrow, cocking your head. “Not waitstaff? Sorry, I just didn’t realize we were, um, hiring back there.” A spark of panic blooms in your chest. Unless getting the email was just some strange fever dream. No. Impossible. I read it eighty thousand fucking times. 
 “Yeah,” You reply slowly, unsure of what to make of the curious glance he shoots in the direction of what you assume is the kitchen. “Mr. Rogers emailed me yesterday about coming in.” His eyebrows fly up, and a knowing smirk spreads over his mouth.
 “You’re the fresh blood in the kitchen Steve’s been raving about?” He asks, a booming laugh bursting from his chest. “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting someone so young. How old are you, kid?” He asks, snapping shut the menu he’s cleaning behind the host stand. He steps out from behind it, and jerks his head toward the back of the restaurant. “I’ll show you back.” 
 You snort. “Twenty four. And I’ve been in enough restaraunts, I think I can find my way.” He laughs at this.
 “Oh, don’t I know it,” And when you glance over at him, he winks. “But I don’t mind.” You almost don’t catch his quickly exhaled mutter—“And I want to see this.” Your stomach quickly turns to acid, and the coffee you’d hurriedly gulped down before heading out of the apartment is now a sour regret. You want to pause before you push through the shiny, swinging metal doors into the clean, bright kitchen. You want to steel yourself, take a deep breath, and walk in like you fucking own it. Instead, you take a rushed step just inside—
 —and duck as someone carrying a tray skirts just out of your way. You narrowly avoid having who-knows-what spilled over your head as you jump back, colliding with Sam with a soft oof. “Watch yourself,” He says quietly, and his voice is so close to your ear that you jump again. 
 “How many fuckin’ times do I have to tell you to say door when you swing that shit open?” A gruff voice yells from the back. “I just made that goddamn pasta, Sam!” 
 “Sorry chef!” Sam shouts back, raising his voice to be heard over the cacophony of dishes, pans, and knives on cutting boards. “Just showing the newbie in.” He leans against the doorframe, that sinful smirk still on his lips. “Go” he mouths at you, making a shooing motion with his hands. You’re torn between laughing and being irritated, so you choose the former, a small smile worming its way onto your lips. 
 The kitchen is pure chaos in the way that you’re most familiar with. It’s hot back here, but then again, it always is. “Behind!” You call as you begin to move down the prep line, unable to stop yourself from peering over every couple of shoulders, eager to see what’s being worked on. 
 “Ah, there you are.” Your head snaps up, and immediately your cheeks heat. You know this man—but only because you googled the hell out of him. Steve Rogers, investor turned restaurateur, owner of the so-called jewel of Park Slope—Black Adder Brewery. He smiles at you warmly, and you can’t help but return it. “Early, I like that.” He motions for you to follow him, and you do, clutching your knife bag with trembling fingers. 
 It’s okay if your hands shake, You tell yourself. He can’t see your hands. 
 He leads you to an office, sliding back a rustic looking barn door to reveal the hidden room. It’s just as well decorated as the rest of the restaurant, the same raw wood and dark wrought iron carrying through into his desk, and the shelves lining the walls. You peered around curiously counting—is that a James Beard award?!—as many awards and accolades as you had fingers and toes.
 “Sit, please. Did you find us okay?” He asks, and he sounds genuinely concerned, which makes you feel dizzy and warm. Did I find it? The most famous restaurant in Brooklyn? Arguably all of New York? Oh fuck yeah I found it. 
 “Oh, yeah, of course. I don’t live that far, actually.” 
 “A Brooklyn girl?” He asks, smiling charmingly at you. Your tummy flutters. 
 “Y-yeah. I left to study—”
 “I saw that on your resume.” He isn’t sharp when he cuts you off, but it makes you stop abruptly anyway as he leans forward with his fingers steepled, elbows resting on the desk. “Germany?” Steve’s voice is interested, though you know he already knows the broad strokes. 
 You had fantastic references. A three star michelin restaurant in Berlin for six months, an up and coming fusion spot in the lower east side—and those were just the places. You were as greedy for experiences as other people were for food; you dipped your fingers into as many proverbial pies as you could. Pastry, saussier, french, italian, morroccan, ethiopian—you sopped up recipes and techniques like a sponge. For someone who’d never been good at studying, your patchwork knowledge made you a formidable asset. 
 One you hoped Steve Rogers would want on his team. 
 “Yeah, West Berlin.” You nod. “My German was pretty shit, though.” He laughs at this, and it puts you at ease. His mirth seems to let some of the tension out of the room, and your shoulders sag comfortably, just a little. 
 “Kalvin said to tell you hello.” You’re caught off guard by the name-drop, but you try not to let it show on your face. His expression remains kind, but you see it now—the calculating look in his eye—and suddenly you’re not at all sure of your acting skills. You know the purpose of this tiny barb; it’s to let you know that he’s checked you out, that he’s thoroughly researched you. 
 You just hope he likes what he’s found. 
 “O-oh. Yeah, he’s like my weird German father that… makes me eat duck tongues.”
 “Did you like them?”
 “Pretty good, can’t cap.” 
 He laughs again. 
 A knock sounds, and you stiffen right back up. A young man—probably the person closest to your age you’ve seen—pokes his head inside. He’s cute, in a boyish kind of way, with a sweet smile, and impetuous eyes that sweep appreciatively over your face before he addresses Steve. “Peter.” 
 “Hey, boss. Chef’s, well… hear for yourself.” Is it just like… a requirement to be hot as goddamn sin to work here? You think wryly to yourself, watching the exchange with interest. You listen, and you hear—
 “Hired someone? The fuck you mean he hired someone?” You’re not sure if he’s yelling on purpose, or if his voice just naturally carries on the same decibel as an ambulance wail. Wait, now that you think about it…
 That voice sounds kind of… familiar. 
 “Do I keep stalling?” 
 “No, Pete, it’s alright. I mean, he was going to find out in ten minutes anyway.” Steve sighs, and looks back at you. “James—Bucky—means well, but he’s… passionate.” You grit your teeth. You’ve heard nothing but good things about Chef Barnes, but that’s only to be expected—you don’t bite the hand that feeds. You’ve worked some shit-shows, with old-school chefs that yelled and threw things, shattering dishes above your head when you fucked up—so you’d learned quickly not to fuck up. 
 You hoped to God his bark was worse than his bite. 
 Peter scoots out of the way just in time for angry footsteps to come down the line. “Behind.” Someone says gruffly, and you hear murmurs of “yes chef” and “heard” in response. Another face appears in the doorway before it’s shoved roughly open, the wheels squealing loudly. “Steve, we agreed you don’t make hiring and firing decisions in my kitchen.” He speaks without preamble, barely sparing you a glance. 
 Which is a good thing, because you are fucking shitting yourself. Even with the gray bandanna folded and tied longways around his head, and his white sleeves stained and rolled up, you would recognize him. Well, that, and the dead giveaway YES CHEF tatted loudly across his knuckles. 
 King Asshole is Chef Barnes?
 “We agreed that you would have final say on hiring decisions,” Steve agrees, glancing at you apologetically. “But not on interns.” 
 “Interns.” Bucky says incredulously, rolling his eyes as he slams the door shut behind him, marching past you to lean hard against the desk. “Steve, I don’t need anyone new in the kitchen.” He looks at you. “Sorry kid.” He looks back at Steve like he’s going to start talking, and then the lightbulb flashes behind his eyes and his head swings purposefully back in your direction. “You’re fucking kidding me. Tomato girl?” 
 Silence reigns between you, and Steve is the first to break it with a surprised laugh. “She’s tomato girl?” He looks at you. “If I could hire you twice, I would.” 
 “No fucking way,” Bucky snarls, jabbing his finger in your direction, “is she working in my kitchen.” His eyes flick down to the knife bag in your lap, and a derisive sneer appears on his handsome face. “Cute toys. Mommy buy you those?” 
 “Buck.” Steve’s voice is authoritative, and a note of warning hangs in the air. You can see Bucky doesn’t like being heeled, doesn’t like being made to cow in front of you—it smarts. 
 “Not in my goddamn kitchen. You hire her, I—”
 “You’re not gonna walk, Buck, so don’t even try it. Adder’s your baby too.” Steve sighs, rolling his eyes. “Besides, she’s an intern.” He winks at you, and you hope that that wink translates into pay for you, because you can’t eat experience, as much as you’d like to. “She’s here to learn.” You stop yourself from rolling your eyes at that—you’ve learned more than enough to stand on your own, but you know the additive is for Bucky’s sake, not yours. 
 Bucky grimaces, and jerks a quick nod. “Fine.” He looks down at you coldly. “You got a jacket?” 
 “Yes.” The irritating smile you remember ghosts across his face as the correction comes whip-fast. 
 “Yes Chef.” He juts his chin out, daring you to say a word—anything. You know if you complain now, you’ll never be in, not the way you want to be. 
 “Yes Chef.” 
 “Good girl.” You want to scream at the way your pussy clenches hungrily, and the way his grin widens just a little, you think somehow, impossibly, he knows. “Let’s go.” He strides out of the office without waiting to see if you follow. You look at Steve questioningly.
 “Am I… hired, sir?” 
 “Oh, of course. Let’s just say it’s unofficial.” He winks again. “I’ll pay you cash under the table if you stick it out.” Your mouth drops open, but you don’t have any time to process it as an angry shout echoes out behind you. 
 “Let’s go, short-stack!” He yells, and you clench your fists. 
 You’ve been hazed by worse—hell, in Berlin, they stole your shoes. You had to go home without them—Though you’d gotten Johann back for that by filling his pockets with toothpaste—you could deal with his royal assholeness. You shrugged quickly into your chef’s jacket as you slid quickly down the line behind the prep-cooks. Bucky was tapping his foot impatiently, waiting for you with a frown. 
 “You can put those in the lockers,” He spits, gesturing first at your knife bag, and then toward the gray lockers in the far corner. Maybe they have knives here they want me to use instead. You walk quickly over to the lockers, selecting an empty one before carefully placing your bag inside. You stuff your street clothes in there too, before you button up your jacket and check that your hair is still contained before you go back to stand expectantly in front of Bucky. 
 “Where do you want me, Chef?” You ask, and a sinfully sweet smile turns the corners of his pretty mouth upward. 
 “Dish, with Parker.” He points to the opposite end of the kitchen, where the sweet looking boy you’d seen earlier is straining to keep up with the constant flow of dishes. “I’ll call you when I’ve got a job for you, kid.” He sees the distressed look on your face, and the smirk grows larger. “What, too good for dish? In my kitchen, we all do every job. Including scrubbing the sludge off the pans.”
 “No, Chef.” You say tightly, ashamed of the angry tears that grow hot behind your eyes. You hold them back as you march over to Peter, grab the other clear plastic apron and begin spraying the grease off of a sheet pan. 
 “Hey, don’t worry about it. He’s always hard on new meat,” Peter says encouragingly on your break, handing you his cigarette when you ask for a puff. “You’ll be holding a knife in no time.” He lets you finish the cigarette and goes back inside to finish up, which you’re glad for, because it means he doesn’t see you cry. And when you walk back inside, your eyes red and watery, he doesn’t say anything either. 
 As you’re leaving, sore and sweaty and still angry, you pass by a gang of your new coworkers out front. Bucky is there, enthralling everyone with some amazing story or other, and you try to scoot past without him noticing you. You think you’re successful, when halfway down the block, his voice rings out. 
 “See you tomorrow, short-stack.” 
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plumslices · 7 days ago
cooking a steak well is literally sooo satisfying and it’s a very specific kind of satisfaction to achieve in cooking imo. a couple of days ago I reverse seared a steak and tossed slices of it in a board sauce I made with parsley, a little thyme, garlic, salt/pepper, a tiny bit of red wine vinegar, and olive oil. made a sourdough crostini with the sliced steak, some creamy mushrooms, fried shallots, parsley, and parmesan and omg. anyways yours looked delicious, but so does everything you cook :) love your passion and talent for cooking, thank you for everything you share!
Woooooow omg you’re amazing ❤️ tysm
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cockroachmotherfucker10 · 3 months ago
Hi sorry just had a bowl of Mac and cheese (fear food 😣) and managed to not purge it 😭 feels bad but I know it’s for the best 😞❤️ thank you for this blog
Mac and cheese is delicious! Have you ever tried white cheddar mac with garlic, parmesan cheese, bread crumbs, and black pepper? Also, mac and cheese is a good way to get some calcium, which is really important for ED folk!
You are a badass, Anon. I hope you're able to enjoy plenty more delicious mac and cheese without purging! (Even when you do purge, it's okay, because EDs are full of ups and downs and I'm still proud of you for the accomplishments you've made. 💕)
-Mod Lia
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fineanimesideblog · 8 days ago
Thanks for tagging me @gokustibbies ! 🥰
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inthetrees-13 · 25 days ago
dear taylor,
i hope you had the bestest day and had nourishing meals <3 today, i had english class and we’re learning about english phonetics. my brain keeps getting confused because i’m learning french phonetics in my french class and i keep mixing up the two. maybe with learning the inner workings of english, i can finally write a song that i’m proud of. after class, i made some yummy food! it was spring green with avocado, olive oil, salt and shredded parmesan with my favorite bread ever TOASTED called beckman’s asiago bread and a fried egg. it was CHEF’S KISS <3 i’ve been struggling with my body image for so long that i really want to stick to taking care of myself. however, it’s really hard when i love sweets so much. everything in moderation, right? i’m thinking of deleting my instagram and every other social media outlet that i have because i get too insecure. i don’t want to put my insecurities on other extremely beautiful women, but it’s hard seeing something you want to be so often. one day i’ll be able to see myself in the mirror and say, “wow jewel i’m super proud of you!” and it’s okay if that’s not today. life is a work in progress and the most important thing to do is to keep going. wildest dreams played a lot today while studying for my french test that’s tomorrow. you’re always there for me taylor! thank you so much (:
love, jewel
*the puppers in this picture with me is cloe!*
@taylorswift ❤️
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peaches-and-dreams18 · a month ago
1, 8? ❤️
1. how many pillows do you sleep with?
I sleep with two :) I start off with a bunch then push them off as I fall asleep
8. What’s your favorite cuisine?
I really love a good Chicken Parmesan, but also are chicken wings considered a cuisine?? Asking for a friend 😅
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ceo-of-daichi · a month ago
Ask game!! ❤️
Red velvet carrot cinnamon?
You can answer just one if that's too many ❤️
Hi hi Vanille!! Its okay, its not too many at all🥰
Red velvet // Favourite food?
My favourite food is probably Sushi (I love spicy california rolls and just any type of sushi tbh) orrrr theres this restaurant I went to yesterday... and me and my friend got a pizza each and then this rocket and Parmesan salad.. and idk what they did to that salad... but it was one of the nicest things i’ve ever tasted genuinely🤤🤤🤤
Carrot // What's your favourite app on your phone?
Probably either Tumblr or my amazon music app... OR YA KNOW my audible app, Stephen Fry reading Harry Potter actually puts me to sleep...
Cinnamon // Describe your aesthetic
I honestly don’t really know if I have one... i’ve never really thought about it. I tend to go for a lot of pastel colour palettes against light greys and whites. Sunflowers, flared jeans, big polka dot patterns, marble effect, fairy lights, feathers, soft smoky rooms, a film constantly on and a fire going.
Send me an ask from here!!
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jobean12-blog · 2 months ago
Can you give me more Italian dishes please? (Kinda tired of rice and meat almost all the time now...)
Hi my lovely!!! Sorry for my delay in getting back to you!
Ok! Yes so get that! Here are some more dishes 🥰
-Pasta Primavera
-Sausage, peppers and onions (really good on bread)
-Spaghetti with clam sauce and clams
-Stuffed mushrooms
-Eggplant parmesan or rollatini
-Fettuccini Alfredo
-Pasta Carbonara
-Chicken Cacciatore
-White fish with a lemon caper sauce
-Baked ziti
I. Am. So. Hungry.
Hahahahaha enjoy love! And happy cooking! Wish you could come over and eat with us! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Have a great night! Hugs!
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honeylovesme · 3 months ago
15 July Food Diary
- peanut butter and chocolate chip granola bar (100 cal)
- yogurt trail mix (200 cal)
- spaghetti with pasta sauce, butter, garlic, and parmesan cheese (301)
- one cup cranberry/apple juice (100 cal)
Total Calories: 701
I drank some juice today that was full of calories because I felt like I was going to faint. It made me feel better though, so listen to your body! I think I won't fast tonight because I've been feeling pretty shitty today. I think I'll do some double exercises tonight to burn some more.
Stay safe everyone ❤️
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ofundyingdesire · 14 days ago
So! Update a couple hours later, dinner was amazingly fantastic. We both had a very good time together and dinner tonight was incredibly cheap due to me having a 25% employee discount and a 50 buck coupon on hand, so, what was supposed to be a 76 dollar meal turned into 3 dollars. I am appalled in the good way at how dinner was that cheap for us. Gave the waiter a 25 dollar tip because of that. I’m good friends with her too so that’s also a plus.
Me and Shoto laughed, talked and basically enjoyed our food. Surprisingly he’s into Italian which I wasn’t sure which would be a good fancy place to start so I just went with a Italian. Chicken Parmesan he’s into. I told him too I’ve had it before since sometimes they’ll slip some food in the back where I work. I’ll have to call him tomorrow to see how he’s doing and how he’s enjoying his dessert he got. ❤️
Tonight was one very special one.
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yanderequeen2 · 2 months ago
SDJNMASDBSNM OKAY SO- I already brought this up in the notes but because I was tired (and I'm a little stupid shh) but I forgot to add my question for the ask game, buuuut I just thought of one now: so! for the ask game ❤️ - what's a silly inside joke you have with your darling!! (also because why not - like I said in notes how's your day today?)
lol it's okay dont worry about it!
We have a lot of very weird inside jokes! Most of them are pretty dark.
1. The Suicide Runway - a story about a weird cult that involves walking down a runway to your death where you are impaled by spears and shot at by a gun and also u get injected with bleach. We came up with it while playing with legos.
2. Flauros - We made up a religion around the demon Flauros. We joke that he is our lord and savior. He is associated with butterflies, snakes, and cheetahs. Oh and if you draw a triangle on the ground you will summon him and he will kill your enemies for you. We have also made up that there is good hell and bad hell. If you displease Flauros you go to bad hell. There, you are forced to be in the 'road to nowhere' level from crash bandicoot. Every time you fall off the bridge you are impaled by big wooden spikes and it takes 5 hours for you to respawn. The bridge never ends.
3. The Uh Cycle - this one is from elementary school. There are aliens that speak only saying 'uh'. If you say 'uh' they will come down and throw you in a volcano. Then you get grinded up into parmesan cheese and put on spaghetti in their restaurant. If you don't order parmesan cheese with your spaghetti you will get grinded up into parmesan cheese as well.
my day is going well! I watched the looney tunes show with my dad.
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unwritrecipes · 3 months ago
Three Cheese Spinach Dip
Summertime is dip time, right? All those backyard bbq’s, picnics and impromptu get-togethers just sort of scream out for something to dunk chips, crackers or veggies into. So in that spirit let me introduce you to this absolutely delicious, easy-to make warm spinach dip that boasts, not one, not two, but three different cheeses! Let the dipping begin!!
I love, love, love a good spinach dip and I’ve actually already got two other versions on the site, this Hot Cheesy Spinach Dip and this Spinach, Artichoke and Cheddar one. Both are terrific and you should definitely check them out. So why am I posting yet another spinach dip recipe?!!
Well…this one, unlike the other two, has cream cheese, feta cheese and Parmesan, so there’s that…
And this one conveniently uses frozen spinach (the other two use fresh) which you can always keep on hand…
Plus out of the three, this one is probably the easiest to whip up…
But honestly, the main reason is that I just made this one, we’re loving it and I want you to share that love!!
And hopefully that’s enough!❤️❤️❤️
Three Cheese Spinach Dip
Makes at least 6 servings
Prep Time: 15 minutes
One 16-ounce package of chopped spinach, thawed
3 tablespoons unsalted butter
3 garlic cloves, minced
6 scallions, thinly sliced
Kosher salt and black pepper
8 ounces cream cheese (the brick kind), room temp and cut into cubes
2 tablespoons water
Handful fresh parsley, finely chopped
¼ cup freshly grated Parmesan
4 ounces crumbled feta
The Recipe
1. Standing over the sink, scoop up little handfuls of the thawed spinach and squeeze out as much liquid as possible. Place into a little bowl and set aside.
2. In a medium saucepan over medium heat, melt the butter. Add the garlic and scallions and cook for a couple of minutes, stirring often, until they are softened but now browned. Add in the spinach and a generous pinch of salt and pepper and stir constantly for 1 minute.
3. Add in the cream cheese and the water and lower the heat to medium-low, stirring constantly, until the cream cheese is all melted. Remove from the heat and stir in the parsley and the Parmesan. Then gently stir in the feta. Taste and season with more salt and pepper if needed. Also, if the dip seems too thick, add a little bit more hot water to thin it out.
4. Serve warm with pita chips, crackers, veggies etc.
5. Leftovers can be stored in an airtight container for a few days and reheated in the microwave or in a saucepan over a low flame.
Note: Recipe adapted from Cook This Book by Molly Baz. I increased the amount of spinach, decreased the garlic and minced it inside of slicing it and subbed in parsley for the dill.
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mancrushsaturday · a year ago
When it’s Hump Day your showered and half dressed but all you want to stay in bed. Good morning to the gang @mancrushsaturday ❤️ u all hope you have great weekend.
@nothingtoseehere1986 is going to dream of a little slumber party with you all 😈.
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Dreaming of a Slumber Party huh? With all of my girl gang friends? Sounds like fun and it looks like you’re dressed perfectly😊Happy MCS & Sweet Dreams😉🖤Ladylost7721🖤🔥💋
Hell yeah! We love a good slumber party! I’ll make a big bowl of my special garlic Parmesan popcorn and snug up for scary movies. I hope it’s OK, but the Girl Gang doesn’t tend to wear much to bed.
You can crash here tonight and then join us tomorrow in the @jammiesunday blanket fort! -😻 @42Ds
Thank you so much for submitting to Man Crush Saturday! 💋
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novemberhush · 2 years ago
Thanks for your questions @under-the-silk-tree !😊😘
45) Which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?
I enjoy all of them, but if I have to pick just one then probably sci-fi.
47) Favourite type of cheese?
I’m sorry to be completely boring, but I gotta go with cheddar! Mozzarella’s good too, though. Just absolutely no Parmesan! Horrible stuff!
55) Favourite fairytale?
Probably ‘Cinderella’ or ‘Beauty and the Beast’, but I’m fond of most of them in general having devoured them all as a child. I had my own little collection of the classics and I loved them dearly, happily reading and rereading them over and over again, as well as admiring the beautiful illustrations many of them contained.
Thanks again for your ask! 😊😘❤️
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inthetrees-13 · 23 days ago
dear taylor,
i hope you had the most beautiful day ever!!! today was a pretty slow and average day! i had my english phonetics class in the afternoon, made my usual lunch and took cloe on a walk! afterwards, i wanted to get some more homework done, but i wanted to make my family dinner after work (: i made chicken parmesan, pasta and biscuits! it was super yummy and they all loved it! for dessert, i had watermelon(: i’m trying to eat a better diet, little by little, and limit my added sugar intake. it’s so hard because i love sweets! one day at a time (: i hope i can reach my goal soon, but the journey is not linear. i’m proud of myself today! i hope to work hard on my homework tomorrow (: also last night, my boyfriend bought me a plane ticket to go see in the bay area in october, so i’m really looking forward to that (: long distance can be hard, but i know our love is strong <3 i hope you ate yummy foods and took a rest when needed. you work so hard taylor, i hope you’re taking a nice break! (:
love, jewel <3
* the last photo of cloe looks like she’s doing some research hehe*
@taylorswift ❤️
24 september 2021
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lebougie · 6 days ago
3:09AM 10/11/21
The Journal Series : PART ONE
I woke up today on such a high, I felt rejuvenated, relaxed, loving, joyful, kind - ready to take on my day feeling amazing! ✨
I sent my love a text this morning while still lying in bed from the night before (he was in the shower) letting him know, I wanted to enjoy each other today, lay in bed, do nothing, order take out, watch some movies/shows, put our phones on DND & just spend our Sunday feeling relaxed & quality time with each other no distractions. He was down for it all! One of the many things I love about him lol.
I decided to start our day off right with breakfast in bed. I cooked such a wonderful meal this morning for my love & I! ✨
I made turkey smoked sausages, spinach omelette's with shaved parmesan cheese, home fries w| sautèed green, red bell peppers & onions w| a side of avocado toast topped w| sliced tomatoes & balsamic vinaigrette! Soooo yummy!
I layed in bed w| my love, while we dived into my amazing breakfast (because I just cook so damn good 🤣) & of course he devoured his plate as always lmaoo ; as I cleared my plate as well! Lol.
We rolled a few blunts after & just layed back as we felt every bit of our high coming down lol.
We decided to finish this new show we've discovered on Netflix called "MAID". We had about two episodes left before the season ended. It was a series with 9 episodes, usually series on netflix have about 10 but for whatever reason they decided it was best to leave us with 9 eps. Sucks! I was looking forward to more, this series was THAT good! It was relatable to some, to me even - It made me self-reflect even more ( something I do daily ) on life. It inspired me to keep going, keep pushing, to never be afraid to leave any situation that doesn't serve me. It inspired me even more to remain resilient through any obstacles life throws at you, no matter the circumstances - hold your head high & pick yourself up, ALWAYS choose YOU. The series left such a great message for me.
People go through so many things in life, some stories worse than others - but at the end they preservere, they pick themselves up, they have breakthrough's - through all the turmoil and trauma one has endured "After every storm there's a rainbow"!
Life is funny sometimes, it has it's ways of making you feel so happy, so full of life!! Like you're on such this delirious ass high that feels surreal at times but then your world comes crashing down leaving you feeling depressed, sad, full of rage & hopeless.
"MAID" hit so many points for me, I really enjoyed it! The best part about the series was witnessing Alex's breakthrough & her finally finding some form of peace - her true self, throughout all the many obstacles life threw at her! ❤️ Hoping there will be a season 2!!
We've now finished "Maid" & decided to start a new series called " Alice in Borderland" on netflix. We're about 3 eps in, reminds me of "Squid Game" in a sense with the whole "playing weird games in exchange for your life" creepy right? I think so too! Lol.
I did enjoy "Squid Game" in such a weird way lol so my love & I decided why not give this show a try.
So far "Squid Game" is a better version series but again I'm only 3 eps in let's see how things go when we're towards the end of the season.
As we watch "Alice in Borderline" we now order take out for lunch. After, we roll some more blunts & we're so high & now distracted, feeling playful lol we start to playfully tussle with each other - which eventually leads to love making lol. It was amazing, it was every bit of dick I needed. I wanted to be sexually aroused, pleased so badly lol. It's like the dick was talking to me today. 😂 Very much needed, as we made love we talked so gritty & nasty to each other. ( one of my kinks I love to talk a lot of shit when making love to my man ) This moment was everything & then some. We started to profess our love while making love to each other as we both climaxed at the exact same time. It was so intense, so raw, so passionate, so nasty. I loved it. The passion, the fire, the sexual attraction between an Aries woman & a Taurus man is indescribable. It's like we were made for one another.
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The sex was ALL THAT & then some. I felt like I could scream on top of a fucking mountain, I indeed wanted to scream on top of a mountain. Great sex, great dick will do that to you. Lol.
Sex was so good, we went another round as we climaxed together again - we dozed off & fell asleep for hours I guess we wore each other out lol. I finally decided to wake up after 10pm I had a good 4 hr nap which is why I’m up now lol. I needed that reset. I had such a GREAT day with my man just as I intended to, no distractions just us. As I lay in bed self-reflecting on the amazing, relaxing day I had - I finally jump out of bed. I showered, brushed my teeth & took out my night clothes as I moisturized & checked my phone to see all the notifications I’ve missed since I’ve put my phone on DND for the day.
Of course I had some text awaiting my arrival lmao. One in particular from my cousin-in-law. She’s going through such a tough time with my cousin. I feel so sad for her, they’re currently dealing with infidelity - 5 months before their wedding & her world has just crumbled right before her eyes. She reached out to let me know she’s officially done. For her, it’s like the more hidden relations pop up she feels as though God is giving her confirmation that their chapter has ended. I can only imagine what that must feel like to be a fiancé so excited to plan your dream wedding to find out there’s infidelity. Men can be so foolish sometimes. Why throw your entire family away over temporary feelings, why entertain anyone other than your significant other? Why COMMIT to your partner if that’s genuinely not the chapter YOU are in? None of it makes sense to me.
I wish that a lot of men and women would love on their partners correctly. We’ve been programmed for many many years how to love our significant others, what we think we know what Love really truly is. Love is not painful. Love doesn’t hurt.
Real Love shouldn’t cost you your sanity, your joy, to lose your entire being. That’s just not love. Witnessing my cousin-in-law GROW through such turmoil has made me self-reflect as well. Self-reflect on the young naive girl I used to be. The fool in love, hurting, traumatized, depressed, sad, lonely, angry, bitter & mean. I lost my entire being. I lost MY LIGHT. God gave me a gift being born into this world & that’s bringing others joy, sharing my light & love with others. And I so badly no longer wanted to share my love or light with anyone. I was hurt, I was betrayed. I was heartbroken. I thought this was love. What a fool lol. To self-reflect on the person I used to be to the person I am now, I wish I could’ve hugged that young naive scared little girl. I wish I could’ve told her that she’s going to have a breakthrough it’s going to be okay. I wish I had the older version of myself with the younger version of myself to comfort me & guide me through life. But again, life is funny that way.
It’s crazy to see your own life do a complete 180, from the person you USED to be.
The older version of me is so full of love & light. I have so much love to give. The most peace I’ve ever obtained was bettering myself for MYSELF. It’s something about all that turmoil + trauma that just turns you into a different kind of beast.
As for my cousin-in law she will be okay, I know she will. With the help of her loved ones & me by her side. Her ability to continue to show up for herself, her remaining so resilient, knowing her power, knowing her worth, no one can stop the abundance of blessings that will be poured onto her in due time.
In ways I’m so happy life unfolded the way it has, I actually was the wedding planner of their wedding ( I’m an event planner ) for those who don’t know lol & I was so thrilled to be planning this wedding but a big part of me ( if I may be honest ) is happy she chose HER. Choose YOU every time! No matter the circumstances. She didn’t deserve that, no woman or any human deserves to be misled, embarrassed, mishandled - questioning their being, their existence because their significant other has betrayed their Union. It’s not right.
As for my cousin, I love him dearly but I’m still a woman at the end of the day & I’m so disgusted & disappointed with his behavior. It also sucks because I looked at him like a big brother. The love will always remain but the respect on my end has been lost.
I wish them the absolute best but most importantly - I’m praying for her healing during this time.
As my cousin-in-law & I talked on the phone for about 2 hrs I sent her affirmations via text, uplifted her and shared my love & light with her. To see her smile, hear her laugh was refreshing. She needed that lol, I was sooo happy to be that cousin - friend for her.
Before ending our night I suggested “Maid” to her, for her to watch & to also gain some inspiration. Even though the scenarios are very different the emotional abuse is still the same. So I’m looking forward to hearing about it from her since she loved what it was about when I told her about it! I can’t wait to catch up on that with her! We ended our 2hr phone call with verbal positive affirmations & I love yous. ❤️
It feels good to be that light & loving person for others. ❤️
Overall my day was amazing. 🥰
Well, it’s 5:34AM I’m going to finish my blunt that I beautifully rolled lol & blog for a little bit until I fall asleep.
Gonna end our journal series with a quote of the day.
Quote of the day : “We fall, we break, we heal but then we rise, we heal, we overcome”.
Hope you guys enjoyed my first journal entry. Goodnight/Morning. ✨🦋
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captainsourwolf · a month ago
Do you have a self care routine? I don’t have much of one. Just some SPF during the day, which I remove at night, and some moisturizer that I only use when I remember it lol. What are some of your favorite bath products? Personally, I am obsessed with Lush. I love their Seanik and avocado co-wash shampoo bars, their bath bombs (especially Sakura, So White, and the one I think is called blackberry?), sultana of soap bar soap, and their foot scrub. What are your top three favorite casual restaurant meals? Mine change a lot, but right now I like Olive Garden’s salad with zuppa toscana soup, Chicago dogs with homemade salt and vinegar or spicy fries from this local hot dog stand, and bone-in wings with Boss sauce, fries, and garlic Parmesan broccoli from Hurricane Wings. I hope you have enjoyed these random questions for you! 💕anonymous
Not really. Unless covering up with my comforter from head to toe while drinking an ice cold glass of ice water is considered self care. 🤦🏻‍♀️
My fav bath products? I have this body wash by Olay that’s lavender and…bergamot, I think? Smells so damn good!! And right now I’m loving this shampoo and conditioner by suave that makes my hair super soft and shiny and curly. Personally I only take showers, I’m too fat for a bathtub, but I have a feeling I wouldn’t like bath bombs because of the residue 😂
Those all sound really good!! I LOVE love love a good chicken salad sandwich from Chicken Salad Chik, breadsticks and Parmesan Alfredo from Olive Garden, and this burger called the Full Nelson from this hole in the wall diner where I live. It’s a big cheeseburger with fried mozzarella sticks on it and it’s so perfect when you’re craving something greasy and cheesy.
Thanks anon!! ❤️
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