#and vegan cheese tastes terrible i’m sorry but it is true

[felinemotif]

day five of no dairy life is so hard

#i already don’t eat meat 😭 my options were limited in the first place #but i truly believe dairy makes my skin break out so it’s getting cut #i’m someone who enjoys putting expensive freshly made cheese on everything #and vegan cheese tastes terrible i’m sorry but it is true #🐈‍⬛

[their-name-is-morgan]

ooo Fugo and "It tastes like.... You tried.... I'll eat it. It's a good attempt. Really."

Here you go! Sorry for the delay, I’ve been feeling uninspired lately :((

Also Reader eats an omelette with cheese and ham here, so if you’re vegetarian/vegan you can imagine Fugo made them something else🤧

Unwelcome surprises (”It tastes like...You tried...I’ll eat it. It’s a good attempt. Really”)

Pannacotta Fugo x Reader❤

A pleasant smell filled the kitchen, so strong that not even leaving the window open could make the air smell less like cheese and ham, but not strong enough to make the two teenagers sitting at the table nauseous.

It was one of the rare days when the rest of the gang was on a mission, so Fugo and Y/N could spend some time alone without worrying much since the mission wasn’t supposed to be anything dangerous. They trusted the other members enough to enjoy their free day and relax.

“This is so good, Panna!” they beamed, their mouth still filled with the tasty omelette he had prepared. He sighed in relief and smiled, finally taking a bite himself.

“Oh, I’m glad! I was worried I’d put too much salt or that you wouldn’t have liked the ham,”

They shook their head and put down the fork for a moment –as he spoke they had already eaten half of the omelette, Fugo was a great cook and he was often proud of what he made, but whenever he had to cook for Y/N his head would fill with insecurities-.

“No, don’t worry about that stuff; besides, aren’t you always so confident about your cooking?” they asked, with their head tilted and their brows raised, a small smirk on their face. He rolled his lavender coloured eyes and sighed once again,

“What can I say, you’re so intimidating that you make me doubt my own skills,”

“We both know that’s not true,”

They shared a laugh and kept eating, their chatter filling the small but bright room, a light, cool breeze entering from the window. All the while Y/N couldn’t get a thought out of their head; Fugo would always make them delicious meals and snacks that the two of them could enjoy together.

He’d make them salads, perfectly chopped tomatoes or steak, he’d even bake things for them and he’d often use the fruits and vegetables from his small garden. He was great at this, but he also deserved to be given something in return.

Something... like a dinner cooked by them! They knew what he liked and disliked –they were very close to each other after all- and were confident that as long as they put their heart and soul into it, they could’ve made a meal as good as the ones he made...or almost.

The day quickly went by and soon enough it was late in the afternoon, Fugo was quietly reading a book with his legs crossed on the sofa, it seemed to be something entertaining judging by his concentrated face. He kept flipping through the pages, barely noticing the noises coming from the kitchen and the absence of his lover.

They groaned, their left hand keeping the recipe book opened and their right stirring the spaghetti with a wooden spoon. They thought about what to cook for dinner for the whole afternoon, coming to the conclusion that mixing a popular Italian dish with Fugo’s favourite food would’ve been the best choice. And so there they were, trying to cook strawberry pasta.

“These need to be al dente- right, but I need to add tomato sauce too? That... doesn’t sound right.” They said to nobody in particular, furrowing their brows. They opened their mouth to call Fugo, but immediately closed it when they remembered this was supposed to be a surprise.

“...I mean, it’s strawberry pasta, why add some other sauce? I could...” they trailed off, looking around them to get an idea. Their eyes fell on the mixer that Fugo had placed on the table not so many hours earlier, as he had been craving a banana milkshake, “...I could make strawberry sauce!”

The scent of strawberry and the loud noise of the mixer made the blond lose concentration and lift his head, intrigued. He soon realized that both were coming from the kitchen and that Y/N was missing, which only meant...

“Y/N, are you making something?”

The noise ceased and he heard shuffling,

“Uh, don’t come in! But what did you say?”

Fugo chuckled, leaning back on the couch.

“It was nothing, don’t worry.”

Not long after Y/N finally allowed him to put his book down and sit at the table in the kitchen, an excited expression on their face. He patiently waited as they transferred the spaghetti from the food strainer to a plate, which they placed in front of him. As he glanced at the dish he furrowed his brows and scrunched his nose;

The originally soft yellow spaghetti were now of a brownish orange colour, those being burnt didn’t help with the fact that the sauce on top of it all was in an even worse condition, and he grimaced when he realized that the abomination smelled like strawberries. He looked up at Y/N, trying not to make it too obvious that he had no will to try to actually eat the meal.

“Did you make this...?” he asked, even if he already knew the answer.

“Well yeah, you even saw me put it in the plate for you! I wanted to make you something since you always do that for me, I hope it’s not too terrible,” they said, with a lopsided smile on their face. Fugo’s cheeks tinted slightly pink as he picked up the fork,

“You didn’t need to do that really, I mean... cooking is one of my things, it’s okay if it’s not the same for you,”

“But I’m still waiting for you to try, you know!”

He smiled and rolled his eyes, bringing the fork with some of the spaghetti on it to his mouth. He started eating, the air filling with suspense; he chewed attentively as Y/N stared at him, curious to hear his feedback. Each forkful was tinier than the last, his expression shifting from one of disgust to and unreadable one.

After the fifth taste of the pasta he put the fork down, Y/N held their breath waiting for him to tell them his thoughts. He swallowed and glanced at the plate:

“It tastes like... You tried... I’ll eat it. It’s a good attempt. Really.” He looked up at his lover and his expression softened at the sight of them grinning and breathing a sigh of relief.

“That means a lot, Panna! I thought it would’ve tasted very bad because I didn’t really follow the recipe-“ his eyebrows raised and he slightly tilted his head, as if to say oh, really, at which they nervously giggled, “...but I’m glad it’s still okay!”

“Since you’re not as experienced you should follow the recipe next time,” he said, “Also, are you going to eat?”

“Nah, I’m not that hungry right now,”

Needless to say, Pannacotta Fugo spent the following night going back and forth to the bathroom, and Y/N felt glad that nobody else had been home when they served the stomach-churning pasta.

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