#absolutely tasty tapioca

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Absolutely Tasty - Tapioca

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@sandraugiga replied to your post “Hello there! Yesterday I was out all day with my...”:

Sounds like an absolutely lovely day. Those teas look so tasty as well. Can you eat the balls?

​It was! It wasn't even horribly hot, just... normal hot. We didn't have the drinks with the balls because we were just thirsty, not hungry lol. Also the fruit-flavored balls are too sweet for our tastes, and the tapioca balls I love but I prefer with hot tea (and are quite filling so not ideal when you just want a drink, not food). "Bubble tea" here is used as an umbrella term no matter whether you put toppings in it or what toppings you put in (Chinese-run places also offer options like sweet beans, custard, herbal jellies, and other typical Asian choices - it can get pretty much a full meal if you go all in with toppings ahaha, I once tried the everything option and couldn't finish it 😂).

[iranknoodles]

MAMA - INSTANT FLAT NOODLES YEN TA FO

PRODUCT

Origin: Thailand

Brand: MAMA

Flavour: Pho

Ingredients:

Noodles (32,5g)

Rice (50%)

Tapioca Starch

Seasoning Powder (14,8g)

Sugar

Salt

Fermented Soy Bean Curd Powder

Flavour Enhancer (E621, E635)

Fried Garlic Flake

Chilli Powder

Acid (E330)

Colour (E161c, E162)

Dried Spring Onion

Seasoning Oil (2,5g)

Palm Oil

Garlic

Chilli Powder (0,2g)

Preparations:

Fill a pot with 350ml (1 and 1/2 cup) of water

Boil the water

Add the noodles

Wait 3 minutes

Add the flavour powders

Stir

Remove from heat

Add the chilli powder according to your taste

Stir again

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REVIEW

Preparation: 7/10 - Alright (severely more complex than most but it's instant noodles so how hard can it really be, right?)

Appearence: 7/10 - Good (the noodles looked fine, nothing too special but the colour of the soup really brought something to it)

Smell: 5/10 - Okay (it smelled faintly sweet, which is not as strong as true Yen Ta Fo smells like but it's nice)

Flavour Accuracy: 8.5/10 - Very Accurate (you could taste the slight sour and the sweet and the spice and if it had had stuff boiling in it, it could've fooled me for an actual Yen Ta Fo... well, a Yen Ta Fo made by someone who's not used to make it, that is... but still: impressive)

Tastiness: 9/10 - Extremely Tasty (it was a mouthful of flavour each bite and though the soup is certainly tastier than the noodles, they did absorb the taste quite well)

Spiciness: 4/10 - Not Very Spicy (it does have spice but it's an aftertaste, it's not really that strong, it doesn't bite)

Texture: 6/10 - Average (if you've had big rice noodles than you'll know what to expect, they're okay)

Portion: 6/10 - Average (it can be a meal if you want it to be but you can also eat more, for sure)

Final Rating: 7 - Good

Final Considerations: BRO???? I was surprised when I tried them, legit! After all that had happened before with the food imitation noodles by MAMA, I was skeptical that this would be any good. BUT WAS I WRONG???? One thing about me is that I absolutely love Yen Ta Fo, it's one of my favourite noodle soups, definitely top 3 Thai foods to me. And it was impressive the way the soup could have so many nuances to it, I was definitely not expecting it! So, it makes me say that, as a spice lover, I am, for once, not mad that the spice is not that strong in a dish where there is spice (fight me people who don't like spicy Yen Ta Fo) because I think this is the right amount for something where the nuance matters. One thing I'd change, though, is the kind of noodle: I'd rather they used sen lek (thin noodles) than sen yai (wide noodles) but it's fine, it's entirely a person preference. This being said: obviouly totally recommend this one!

[silly-lil-lee]

Tasty!

Tapioca pudding

I HAVE REASONING

I tried it for the first time and it was ABSOLUTELY FUCKING AMAZING

[inkcurlsandknives]

Absolutely !!! Hereare my favorite Filipino soup dishes

Arroz caldo is my #1 go to food when sick

This one is my favorite stew

Sometimes you need noodles

And to switch things up my favorite sweet "soup" it's more like a snacky pudding? It's delightful I make mine with chunks of mango

Long rainy days of the typhoon season means it’s also time for our local SOUPer heroes. Here are 6 soup suggestions to help fight colds, wet commutes, or to help melt the clouds away in our own minds.

Bisaya halang-halang brings spice, lemongrass, and coconut milk to our lives. Batsoy from Iloilo and Kinalas from Bicol brings us rich, meaty, noodle soups. Tiyula itum from Tausug and Muslim cooks brings us unique flavors from Southern Mindanao, while Luzon’s Tinola and Sinigang make a vegetable-rich soup duo, full of varying shades of green and spice. The names of these soups are illustrated with their names either in Badlit from the Visayas, Basahan from Bicol, or Tagalog Baybayin.

Wherever you are never forget: rain or shine, its sabaw time.

Printable: https://www.etsy.com/listing/1522266278/souper-sabaw-filipino-soup-dishes

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Matsumoto's exciting new way of drinking boba

[has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong]

I really like Bubble tea (Honeydew melon milk tea with apple jelly is my favorite as its super sweet) And Mori likes tea, how would Mori would react to a female master taking him to her favorite bubble tea shop and buying him some bubble tea, her treat for all the times he made her tea!!

Hello, thank you for the ask!! This one seems really interesting and sweet. Bubble tea is some pretty tasty stuff. ^^

I'll do my best!

Master Inviting Mori Nagayoshi out for Bubble Tea

🍵 When you suggested going out for Bubble Tea, Mori's eyes widen with surprise. "Is this a new kind of tea ritual?" He's excited to see what kinds of tea culture you enjoy within the modern era.

🍵 Once you state that you'd like to show him as a means to display your gratitude for all the ceremonies he's treated you to, Mori is practically beaming from ear to ear. "Haha, no problem! Whether it's the blood of your foes, tea, or to be a loyal retainer...I'm happy to serve you in any way you like...thanks, master." Your gesture means the world to him. To know that you value his tea so greatly...it makes him feel a little bit warm inside.

🍵 Because Mori is such a devout practitioner of tea, your invitation means a great deal to him. As your loyal retainer, he assumes that this trip is your way of honoring him for his service towards you. When he asks what clothing would be appropriate to wear for such an important event, he's taken even further aback when you announce that enjoying bubble tea is a very relaxed affair that can be enjoyed casually!

🍵 "Eh...wait a sec. What's this bubble tea all about then? I ain't ever heard of a tea culture like that before. Do ya train in the Bubble Tea school or something?!! You got any practitioners?!" As the two of you walk side-by-side to your favorite store, Mori practically pummels you with a volley of questions, deeply interested in this strange new world of tea.

🍵 Once he's within the store, he's like a lost child within a candy store. Taro? Tapioca? Apple Jelly? Milk Tea? His eyes are as wide as saucers as he absorbs every item on the menu lying before him. As staff flambee a pyre of cream sitting upon a delectable cup of matcha brûlée; sparkles gleam in his eyes at their skill and mastery.

🍵 "Although the Rikyu School is by far the best, I'm starting to like the look of this 'Bubble Tea', master. What flavour do you go for?" When you tell him that your absolute favourite is honeydew melon milk tea with apple jelly, his mind almost explodes with all of the new information, as he inquires as to how on earth bubble tea can stock so many different flavours in a single cup!! He also inwardly chuckles a bit at your fondness for sweet tea, finding it to be rather adorable...

🍵 After you collect your order, you help Mori to pick a cup of his own; as his eyes twinkle at wonder at how much more accessible these teas were for customers to buy than the rare brews he had amassed. Deciding to start him off with a nice introduction to bubble tea, you recommend the matcha tea with tapioca pearls.

🍵 When the staff asks him about various details, such as the amount of ice and sweetness he wants in his tea; Mori proclaims, "This tea culture's pretty detailed, huh? I'm impressed!" Although bubble tea was completely different to the traditional Japanese tea ceremony, he's awed by the amount of detail and precision that lies behind such a modern tea culture.

🍵 If you let him, he'll definitely want to try your tea as well. Mind boggling from the new flavours, Mori placates this visit as an experience that he'll never forget!

🍵 "Thanks, master. This was a hell of a lot of fun! Wahaha! Next time we get off the battlefield, let's celebrate with some of this tea as well...gotta say that it packs greater wabisabi than expected!"

The impermanence of the tea, with its fleeting flavours that would fill his mouth, only to disappear within an instant...inspired by such a tea, he writes a passionate calligraphy piece on his feelings during the experience as a return gift.

He had a great time.

[brandyllyn]

Max Phillips me. Have fun. Maybe play around with the idea of cookbooks or cooking shows. Flavors are fun for everyone. Feel no pressure to work on a timeline I'm here for you always.

I'm definitely supposed to be working on my TWO Javier fics I owe y'all the last chapters of but @blueeyesatnight​ bribed me and I have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair.

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Max Phillips x f!reader Words: 2200 (WHAT THE GODDAMN HELL) Rating: Explicit. language. smut. crimes against gourmet food. Max being Max. My apologies to the French Laundry for stealing their tasting menu.

You watched Jacques Pépin lift the perfectly cooked duck from the pan. Parsnips and shallots followed, creating a nest for the bird on the beautiful green plate.

"Move over I wanna watch the game."

You grunted when Max slid onto the couch beside you, his hip shoving yours to the side as he reached for the remote. You snatched it first, holding it to your chest. "Absolutely not, I want to see what he does with the fat."

"The what?"

"The fat," you pointed at the TV, listening the Pépin describe the potential uses for duck fat in his heavy French accent.

"But the game starts at four."

You glanced at your phone. "It’s not even three thirty."

"Yeah but I wanna watch the pre-game."

Rolling your eyes you stuffed the remote in between the couch cushions as far from him as you could get it. "Wel you can wait for me to finish my show. Now shut up, he’s about to do something with those blackberries that looks sinful."

From the corner of your eye you saw Max’s eyebrows draw down, a frown marring those too chiseled features of his. You tensed, waiting to see what he’d do, watching the chef mix honey and cream together.

"I thought of you as more of a red meat kind of girl."

You didn’t look at him, practically salivating as the chef worked. "I eat a lot of red meat to keep my iron up. Because of you. But this…" you gestured at the TV and sigh, "this is art."

Pépin bid you adieu, the soothing music filling the room as the credits began to roll by. Sighing you dug the remote out and passed it to Max. "Ok, here. Watch your game."

"Where are you going?"

"Off to look up recipes online I’ll never be able to make."

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"There is somebody here," you whisper shouted, eyes tracking the man who had just entered Max’s apartment. Max was trying to coax you into his lap at the dining table and you had stubbornly dug your feet in.

"I know, I hired him," Max didn’t bother whispering. He yanked on your arm instead, pulling you into his lap and pressing a kiss to the base of your neck. He’d been particular with his instructions for tonight - an off the shoulder flow top you’d bought before you’d met him and had to get rid of such things. A swishy skirt that came most of the way down your thighs.

No underwear. He’s been particular about that but then again, he always wanted you not wearing underwear.

You could barely see the person in the kitchen, lighting the stovetop range and pulling things out of an assortment of things from different bags. And god the smells. Most of them you didn’t even recognize, just your stomach giving a rumble of 'yes good, tasty'.

"I’m not sitting in your lap while we have a guest."

"They’re not a guest, they’re an employee," Max corrected you, squeezing your middle and then reaching past you to pour a glass of wine. "And trust me, they were given very clear instructions and a lot of money to not care what we’re doing tonight."

You turned to him, blinking. "Which is?"

"A tasting."

"A what?"

"Tonight to start we have a sabayon of pearl tapioca with Island Creek oysters and Regiis ova caviar." You blinked at the man, eyeing the little dish of what looked like pudding with a side of caviar.

"Mmm, oysters," Max hummed in your ear, "an aphrodisiac. Good man."

"What is happening right now?"

"Well, you always make such an effort to taste good for me," his teeth scraped on your shoulder lightly, "I thought maybe I could do something for you."

It took a moment for your brain to catch up. "You hired a private chef?"

"An expensive one too," he mumbled. "Now try it and tell me how it is."

Cautiously, you picked up the spoon and slid it into the creamy base. Careful to get bites of all three things you slowly slid the spoon between your lips.

"Oh my God."

Max squirmed beneath you. "Good?"

You leaned your head back into his shoulder. "Oh my God."

His fingers brushed over the top of your breasts. "So I did good?"

You turned and kissed him, licking at his lips and then pressing your forehead to his. "You did so good."

You didn’t even care that you were in Max’s lap anymore, his hands rested on your waist as you tried not to just shovel the delicious food into your mouth. You seriously considered licking the plate clean. Seriously.

"Next I have a brandywine tomato soup with niçoise olives and a tomato water gelée."

It was cold, like a gazpacho, and bright red. The taste of ripe tomatoes burst onto your tongue and you couldn’t help the soft "Oh," that drifted out of you.

"That’s the same noise you make when I slide my cock in you," Max pointed out conversationally.

"If your cock produced this soup I’d give you a blowjob every day."

It was his turn to blink at you. He caught a drop at the corner of your mouth with his tongue, licking it from you, then made a face. "Blegh, human food just doesn’t hit right anymore."

"That is so sad because this is better than-" you cut yourself off, shooting him a glance.

"Oh no, finish that sentence." His face was open, a grin stretching his cheeks. "Were you about to say it was better than sex?"

"Sautéed halibut with an avocado mousse, compressed Persian cucumbers, nasturtium and shoots and a cucumber-dill vierge."

You looked longingly at the tiny piece of fish, bright green drops of sauce surrounding it, little green disks and a flower completing the picture. But Max’s hands were firm, one catching your chin to force you to look at him. "You were going to say that."

"I wasn’t!" You protested weakly, eyes still focused on the small plate. "Just that it was better than most sex. Not sex with you obviously."

He hummed to himself and let you go. You felt his hands working at your skirt, pulling the material free until you were sitting directly on his thigh. "Better than sex my ass," he mumbled and you felt him futzing with his belt.

"What are you doing?" You asked around a mouthful of fish.

"Fucking you until you remember what the best thing you ever had was," he grumbled with a pout. You didn’t even have time to protest when the head of his cock caught and he slid deep inside you.

"Oh fuck," one of your fists banged against the table, rattling silverware and sending wine splashing out of the glass. "Max what the hell-"

"Shh," he soothed and you felt his hands patting your skirt back into place. "If you don’t say anything no one will know."

No one being the chef who flourished a small plate your direction. "Alaskan king crab à la plancha."

"I’m paying him to mind his own business," Max whispered directly into your ear, sliding a hand under your shirt and thumbing your nipple gently. "Now eat the damn crab."

As soon as the fork passed your lips Max pinched your nipple and rolled his hips into your. You choked, on air and not food thankfully, and a broken moan crawled from between your lips.

"That good huh?" He smirked, nuzzling your shoulder.  You nodded, shifting slightly and it was Max’s turn to moan. "Wonder what you taste like right now baby."

"Bite me," you offered on a breathy sigh, arching your neck away from him.

He hesitated, you never asked him to bite you when other people were around. He asked you a lot, but you never invited him to unless you were sure the two of you were 100% private.

But he didn’t need to be asked twice. His fangs sank into the meat of your shoulder, just beside your neck, and you heard him groan as blood flooded his mouth. "Oh fuck that is good."

You tried to turn your head, cheek rubbing to his hair. "Can you taste it?"

"No," he mumbled into your skin, tongue laving across you, "but I can taste how good it tastes to you."

His cock twitched inside you and you saw stars as the chef set the next plate down, saying something about truffles, but Max was moaning against you and his hand was plucking at your breast and you couldn’t make yourself care about the guy anymore. The agnolotti melted on your tongue, the black truffles earthy and heady. Max shivered beneath you, one arm clasping tight around your waist.

"What was that?"

"Truffles."

"I’m buying you those everyday. Holy fuck."

"They’re like ten grand a pound or something even more ridiculous," you pointed out but Max just groaned, reaching out and snatching one of the truffles slices into his hand and feeding it to you while he sucked on your skin. You nipped his fingers and watched the plates change out. A small steak medallion with vegetable on top.

"Oh look," you tried to turn your head again but Max caught your chin and forced your neck to arch away from him. "Red meat."

"Jesus fuck," Max moaned and thrust up into you hard. "If what you’re eating is half as good as how you taste how have you not come yet?"

"You can’t come from flavor silly," you ignore the utensils, picking the wagyu up between your fingers and slowly sliding it past your lips.

"Wanna bet?"

The hand at your waist was beneath your skirt immediately, long fingers pressing to your clit while he rocked up into you. He was still playing with your nipple, still sucking on your shoulder, and for a moment your vision went white.

"Max that’s-"

"Only fair," he muttered, "sitting here tasting like this, making those noises. Fuck I could… fuck."

As close as you were you knew he was closer. You could almost feel the pulse of him inside you. Whatever demon energy that drove him vibrating in your heat.

"Gougère with Andante dairy etude and and Australian black winter truffle fondue."

"Yes," Max hissed, "more truffles. Eat one. Now."

His hand scooped up one of the little cheese puffs, dipping it into the sauce and almost shoving it into your mouth. The two of you groaned at the same time, you biting your lip to keep from screaming at the way he was working your body.

"You gonna come baby?" He whispered in your ear and you nodded.

He pulled away - his hands, his mouth - only his cock remained inside you and you whimpered, hands scrambling back to grab at what parts of him you could reach. "Max, no."

"Is there dessert?" His voice had a rough edge and you heard an affirmative from the kitchen. "Bring it here and get the fuck out."

"Max be-" he spread his legs, forcing your own further apart and your chiding was cut off as his cock shifted inside of you. A small cake appeared on the edge of the table, and then you heard the door click.

Max moved like lightning, lifting you from his lap and onto the table, ripping your clothes off and then laying you back. With one sweep of his arm plates and dishes scattered to the floor.

"Gotta have you," he growled and his hands pressed your thighs apart, his cock sliding inside and you both moaned at the sensation. His eyes darted around and then you saw him reach past you, slamming his hand into something and then his fingers were shoving into your mouth. Orange and blackberry burst on your tongue, little bits of brandy flavored cake sticking to his fingers and then greedily transferring to the lapping of your tongue.

You barely noticed his fangs sinking into you again, lost in the taste of him and the movements of his cock. And when one hand flicked across your clit you came apart. Pleasure coursing through you and the satisfied moans from Max heralding the best damn orgasm of your entire life.

When reality returned you realized you were still licking at Max’s fingers, curling your tongue around the digits and chasing any scrap of flavor that remained. Max seemed to be doing the same, circling his tongue around the bite just to the left of your nipple. His eyes met yours and he grinned, gently pulling his hand from your mouth and returning with a piece of the cake between his fingers. He fed it to you gently, letting you lick at the pad of his thumb.

You stayed like that for a while, Max feeding you the dessert bite by bite, slowly licking up the blood that welled from your breast. Finally he arched upwards, capturing your lips and mingling the taste of copper and sugar on your tongues.

"Happy anniversary baby."

"Anniversary? Of what?"

He shrugged and sat up, placing both palms flat to the table and grinning at you. "Let’s just let this one put me in the black so when I inevitably forget I don’t get in trouble."

You considered that for a moment then reached up, twining your fingers into his hair. "You know what? Fair."

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[speakergame]

Zylith [speaker] and Gwyneth [seer] Villacarlos

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I was lurking in your old posts and found a couple of picscrew that one of your friends used hehe and I thought i could try (link: https://picrew.me/image_maker/332600 )

I’m planning on using Zy to do the poly romance, and individual romances for both Liam and Seb 😌🥰 lmao Zy likes to dress very e-girl/gothic/dark/mysterious but she’s a ball of sunshine (with a bit of snark),,,

I’m not sure if Seer likes boba, but here it is! ON THE BOBA (bubble tea) NOTE!! What are the RO’s (+ Seer and maybe IH and other side story too?) favourite flavour and toppings! And if indulge us with your favourite asw Rhi 😌) or if they hate it that’s fine, maybe favourite (non-alcoholic?) drink??

I LOVE THEM! loving the mental image of Sebastian and his goths 🥰

fun fact: I don’t like boba! 😅 I don’t like the texture of the tapioca pearls, though I have had some boba-variants recently that had jellies instead that I weren’t bad. I am a big coffee and tea drinker, though, especially masala chai and Thai tea 😁

Seer would be a boba fan, I think. especially strawberry. besides that, her favorite drink is simple black tea with sugar.

so would Azalea. she’d like all the fruit flavors, but I think a green tea one would be her favorite. she’s a tea drinker too, especially herbal. she has a tea blend for any occasion.

Sebastian might be a fan too, but only of coffee or tea flavors, and nothing too sweet. He’d prefer just a regular cup of coffee anyday.

Rory doesn’t like boba for the same reason as me, the texture. I feel like a chocolate malt would be their absolute favorite drink, or maybe a coke float. something with ice cream in it.

Liam/Lily probably enjoys an occasional boba. lychee or taro or whatever weird flavor blend the boba bar has on the menu. they mostly drink “coffee” (I use the term very loosely. we’re talking brewing espresso and using it as the water to brew a second pot of espresso)

Kana would like floral flavors. lavender and rose. their favorite drink would probably be like, a smoothie. or a pink drink from starbucks

Gavin doesn’t like boba. he’s a grumpy old man who doesn’t enjoy fun. except I think he’d be really into peppermint hot chocolate (not that he’d let anyone know that, of course). (Anya loves boba. she likes strawberry kiwi or pina colada, and she drinks all the drink first and just eats the pearls like candy.)

Malcolm/Mallory likes peach and blueberry boba best. their favorite drink is sweet iced tea

Casey is neutral on boba, but they’ll drink it if it’s there. mango is their favorite, and their favorite drink is lemonade (the American kind, not that fizzy stuff y’all call lemonade elsewhere)

Anastasia likes regular pearl milk tea, but she mostly drinks it because her darling niece (Anya) would never get to if she didn’t. and she drinks a lot of milk tea without the pearls too.

Luke doesn’t much care for boba. most of them are made with tea or coffee and he’s not a fan. he likes a nice cold root beer (homebrewed preferred, but he’ll drink it out of a can just fine too)

Gwyn has never had boba. They don’t really do the interacting-with-humanity thing. Sounds like something you might should introduce them to ;) pretty much the only non-alcoholic drink they have available where they’re from (besides water) is tea or fruit juice, but they’re very fond of apple cider.

Silas/Silvia likes chocolate or jasmine tea boba. favorite drink is either macha tea (prepared the traditional way), or a macha and white chocolate latte (decidedly less traditional, still tasty)

Asher will drink absolutely anything, it makes no difference to her. favorite would probably be pomegranate or passion fruit. besides that, she likes an Arnold Palmer (half tea, half lemonade).

[scary-lasagna]

Can you please do a head cannon for a s/o who is from Japan and is never really seen without some Green or Bubble tea and also always wears these cute kawwai Japanese clothes.(tbh it'd be cool if they were so pro with using chopsticks). It'd be great if you can do it with Masky, Hoodie, Toby, Jeff and BEN? Would also want them to keep on telling them to try some of the stuff they eat like sushi. Sorry if it's too long it's my first time requesting for Creepypasta headcannons ;w;

They’re all food nerds. 

Masky

Masky likes tea, but he's more of a coffee kind of guy.

He wouldn't think anything much of the style, except that if you try to put him in any cute clothing he'll bite your fingers.

Unless it's an edgy jacket that makes him look cool.

But he will accept any snacks.

He likes anything spicy, and sweet for that matter.

He's a slut for Hi-Chews.

Once you introduce him to the candy, he'll eat one after every cigarette.

If you speak Japanese to him, he'll literally stare at you for 20 seconds and try to process whatever tf you just said.

This boi loves fish, and loves sushi for that matter.

Has 100% ate a glob of wasabi and proceeded to regret every single one of his life decisions.

But he'll eat anything with noodles in it.

And Ramen is his favorite go-to.

Hoodie

Hoodie's chill asf.

He doesn't watch much anime except for the mainstream ones, and even those he doesn't watch all the way through.

But he likes Ghibli films.

He absolutely loves Bubble tea, and he loves the bubbles more bc he's a total slut for anything tapioca.

It's his favorite pudding flavor.

Put together an outfit for him and he'll wear the cutest shit.

Pink shirt, white jeans, kawaii uwu hat, just an entire pink aesthetic will be his jam for the entire day.

He likes anything sweet, so he'll eat any Japanese snacks you throw his way.

He also doesn't mind sushi, and he loves anything with chicken in it. Especially if it's spicy.

He'll eat a full ball of wasabi for 5 bucks.

Toby

He thinks it's so cool!

He only watches some anime, he's more into movies bc he has such a short attention span.

Other than that he doesn't know much about Japanese culture.

Except that's it's cute as all heck.

He doesn't know how to save his money, so he's always adding stuff to your collection as little presents.

And maybe some things for himself to match.

He loves the candy, though.

And other tasty Japanese snacks.

Pocky and seaweed chips?

Yes please!~

He will love sushi after you introduce it to him!

And he'll get a hang of chopsticks through his tics.

He likes tea, so he's willing to make some for the both of you.

Aka failing terribly and having you make it instead.

Or just buy it from a nearby shop.

Jeff

He'll steal all of your Japanese snacks that you've ordered.

And maybe some plushies.

He thinks the pocky game is dumb, but he lowkey wants to play it.

He doesn't know how to play tho.

And he just wants to kiss you so this dumbass just fucking deepthroats it and CHOKEs.

He doesn't know how to use chopsticks, and frankly, he's too stubborn to try.

This heathen watches dubbed anime and if the anime doesn't have a dub, he isn't watching it.

He doesn't like tea, so you don't have to worry about him drinking any of it.

But he'll take the 'bubbles' out when you're done, freeze them, and keep them in his pocket to throw them at people.

He's just an asshole like that.

But he likes all of the Japanese clothes and merch.

But he won't eat sushi, he doesn't like fish in general. (Except for basics like crab, lobster and shrimp). And he’ll scream if you offer him fish eggs.

BEN

He's a McFreakin weeb.

He's watches way too much anime and eats too many pocky sticks.

His favorite is strawberry and green tea.

So when you come into his life he just has to fangirl about everything you do and own.

He can speak some Japanese, but not a lot.

Everything he's learned has been from anime.

And hentai

He wears a lot of Japanese clothing too, even if it's just bs aesthetic stuff that says "Cool guy" in Japanese.

And like, anime action figures and basic merch.

BEN can pretend that he knows what he's doing with chopsticks.

But he can't eat stuff like rice or anything small that he has to pick up.

He's the kind of guy that stabs the piece of meat to eat it with the chopstick.

He'll take a drink of your bubble tea, find a way to get one of the 'bubbles' in his mouth and then proceed to spitball it as a very dangerous projectile at your butt.

Also, if you want to piss off Jeff just have a conversation in full Japanese.

More like, you speak all of the Japanese and BEN only knows like 12 full sentences and keeps repeating them in different tones.

[ochard-fics]

Bad Ideas - A Spider-man Story

Chapter Index: 1, 2, 3

Pronouns used: they/them

Genre: Enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, young love

Warnings: Mild parental abuse

Word count: 10.4k+

Summary: Though you moved across the country about half a year ago, you are still trying to find your footing in the strange streets of New York. On top of that, you are desperately trying to balance your demanding school life at Midtown School of Science and Technology, where you like everyone but you was much more talented and smarter than you could ever imagine to be. Among those students is the one whom you loathe the most: Peter Benjamin Parker, the boy who’s success both in school and in Stark Industries is constantly shoved in your face. The only person who helps you escape those troubles is Spider-man, the hero of Queens and your crush.

A/N: Hello friends! First I would like to apologize for the delay of the third chapter. Several personal issues kept pilling on during these past few weeks which made it difficult for me to get the motivation to write. Hopefully this won’t happen again, as I was planning on getting a chapter out every 2-3 weeks. With that all said, please enjoy this latest installment! Likes, reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated!

Chapter 3: Pride, Prejudice, and Boba

When MJ and Ned arrived at school the following day, they were completely unprepared for the pettiness their two best friends were about to display towards the other. Both you and Peter refused to acknowledge the other’s existence, and when there were moments in the day that your eyes met they only showed daggers. The tension was suffocating for MJ and Ned, who were trying their hardest to advert their friend’s anger but it was to no avail. The both of you were sure that they didn’t do anything wrong, and that the other is the one to blame for their childish attitude. At one point MJ and Ned just had to give up, and they just had to sit back and watch as you and Peter seethed at each other throughout the day.

On Friday you awoke, groggy and disgruntled. The alarm had interrupted your much needed rest as you were working until 12 a.m. Additionally, you received an email from Ms. Lee, asking that you meet up with Peter again for your tutoring session. The e-mail left a sour taste in your mouth, which you could still feel as you recalled the message whilst getting dressed. Hopefully, the taste could go away with a nice breakfast.

As you headed downstairs, you noticed that your dad was at the dining table by the window, drinking his black cup of coffee while typing away on his laptop. You don’t say anything as you make your way to the fridge, grabbing the tub of cream cheese then snatching a bagel from the bread box on the counter beside it. You began to fix yourself a cream cheese bagel sandwich when your dad spoke up,

“What did you get on your chemistry quiz?” The butter knife you were using to cut the bagel froze in your hand, and you felt the sense of dread weigh over your shoulders again.

“I don’t know,” you lie, resuming your bagel cutting. There is silence, though you could feel his gaze on you, hoping to catch you off guard. In the past, whenever you failed an exam, you would’ve done everything to avoid telling your parents your true grade. It wasn’t an honest tactic, but you feared the wrath of your father if he were to know about your grades. And when he did find out, you had to hide in your room while he yelled insults behind the door. Thankfully, because of your fight regarding your wish to be less dependent on him, it’s been easier to evade his interrogation. Well, almost. You heard him let out a low grumble.

“I was told by your mom that Peter Parker is going to tutor you,” he speaks, “Your councilor called her to let her know.” You continued with your silence and focused on spreading the cream cheese on the bagel in a haste. You knew where he was going with this, and you wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible. 

“It’s tragic that he has to be the one tutoring you,” he says with a sarcastic sigh, “If only you weren’t such a lazy brat it could’ve been the other way around. Yet you chose to waste your time fooling around when you should be studying to get to the top. I raised you better than that.” A lump formed in your throat and you tried to swallow it, despite the pain it caused. Instead of saying goodbye to him you instead grabbed the bagel and headed towards the front door, avoiding eye contact with him. When you grabbed your bag and headed out the door, you made sure to shut it with a slam.

 The school day came and went with nothing interesting happening, though you and Peter were still giving each other the cold shoulder treatment. The e-mail Ms. Lee sent was still on your mind, though you were hoping that Peter wouldn’t fall through with her demands. This was not the case, though. As you were grabbing your sketchbook from your locker after your last period of the day, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket and take it out only to find a text message from Peter. 

Meet me at the library. It read. This made you let out an obnoxiously haughty scoff. There was absolutely no way in hell that you were going to see that stupid boy’s face. You knew if you had to see him again the first thing you’d do was swing a fist as his dumb rectangular face. Then, an idea lit up in your mind, making you smirk mischievously. Why should you have to listen to him? All he did was cause you trouble, and you didn’t need any more of that today. So instead of heading towards the locker, you turn your heals towards the entrance of the school. Making sure to look around for any sign of Peter or Ms. Lee, you blended into the crowd of students pouring out of the school, and made your way towards the nearest subway station.

-

You trudged your way up the exit of the musty-smelling subway station, where you found yourself stepping into NYC’s colorful Chinatown district. This was one of your favorite places to go in Manhattan. Every time you come here (which was very often), you get mesmerized by the aroma from the restaurants, large, bright signs written in Cantonese or Mandarin, and the soundtrack of shop owners offering their wares to anyone passing by them. Despite your parents wanting to actively avoid the area, you absolutely loved it. Plus, it was the home of the best boba tea in NYC.

Weaving through the bustling market area, where sellers were shouting deals in their native tongues as well as English, you made your way to your favorite boba tea joint in the district. It was tucked into a small, secretive courtyard away from the craziness of the main street, where it was inhabited by humble mom-and-pop shops that were nestled under apartment buildings. Just as you entered the alleyway, your phone vibrated. Pulling it out of your green sweatshirt pocket, you saw another test message from Parker, though this one was much more passive-aggressive than the one he had sent you before. You rolled your eyes and angrily shoved your cracked phone back in the pocket, adamant about ignoring your responsibilities today. 

You finally made it to Hi-Tea, the boba shop that you have been frequenting ever since you moved to New York. It was a small hole-in-the-wall establishment that you had found on a whim while you and your mom were exploring Chinatown upon your first week arriving in the state. Your mom found the place tacky, but you thought that it’s pastel color palette was quite charming. The glass doors leading you into the shop would always be painted every week to promote the flavor of the week, which you thought was really smart on their end. You practically came here once a week, sometimes twice if you were having an especially bad day. So, because of your frequent visits, you became friendly towards the staff that worked there, in particular Grace and Frankie. 

Both of them were in college, though Grace was older than Frankie by a year. Grace was much more outgoing and bubbly than Frankie, who was more reserved and soft spoken. Though you were also pretty shy around strangers, especially college kids, your recurring presence and Grace’s naturally charming personality allowed you to warm up to the two young adults. To your pleasure, you saw from the store’s front window that both of them were occupying the shop today. You excitingly scamper to the door, where upon opening it, the petite golden bells tied to the top alerting the two employees of your presence. They turn to look up and when they both spot you, Grace breaks out into a smile.

“Hey there (Y/N)!” Grace cheerfully greets you as she’s adjusting her cat themed enamel pins on her pastel green apron, “It’s so good to see you! Are you here for your usual? Brown sugar bubble tea with oat milk?” Yeah, you knew that boba was called bubble tea here on the East coast, but because you were an arrogant Angeleno you still referred to the tasty tapioca balls as boba, much to the annoyance of your fellow MSST classmates. You scrunch up your face in thought comically and stroked your chin, earning a giggle from Grace. Upon briefly scanning the menu that was placed on the counter with your eyes, you say “Could I have a jasmine milk tea today?” 

“Of course!” she cheerfully exclaims. As she gets to placing your order, her expression changes as if something occurred to her. She looks up at you and asks,

“Wait, aren’t you supposed to be at work today?” 

“I can’t work on Fridays anymore,” you reply in a huff.

“Huh? Why not?” she asks, a curious expression upon her face. You began to tell her all that had happened the past few days; meeting with your counselor, her forcing you to be tutored by the one person you despise, and you getting into a very heated verbal fight with said person. Then you told her that because of the circumstances revolving around the tutoring, you were forced to cut your Friday work hours to accommodate to your councilors demands, much to your chagrin. Frankie, who was listening in on the conversation as he was cleaning up the drink assembly station, looks to you and asks,

 “Wait, then aren’t you supposed to be at school right now?” You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, but I decided, fuck it!” you cried and shrugged with raised arms, “I had a shitty past two days! I should treat myself!” Grace and Frankie look over at each other, exchanging expressions of concern and disapproval. 

“So,” Grace looks back at you, raising a brow, “you ditched your tutor?” 

“Yeah, but I don’t give a shit,” you reply, waving your hand dismissively, “It’s what he gets for being a prick.” 

“Still, don’t you think that’s kind of rude?” Frankie questions as he walks to the counter to join in on the conversation, “I mean, I know you guys fought, but can’t you come to some sort of truce?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Frankie’s absurd suggestion.

“Please, I’d rather jump off the Empire State than apologize to that shitbag,” you brashly say, rummaging through your backpack as you looked for your wallet, “No way would I say sorry to someone who constantly makes my life a living hell.” Grace and Frankie looked at each other, unsure of what to say. 

“But...what if he catches you ditching?” Grace asks as she looks back at you, dismayed. 

“There’s no way he can catch me,” you reply with a cheeky smirk, handing over the due amount for the boba to Winnie, “And even if he did, what’s he going to do? Drag me back to school?” To this you let out a short laugh, though Frankie and Grace didn’t seem to find this amusing. Frankie gives you one last judgemental look but says nothing, then goes to work on your order. Winnie opened her mouth to say something but then closed it, deciding it was pointless to get you to see the wrong in your doing. She takes the amount and gives you back the change, though you drop it in the tip jar for them. You moved to wait patiently by the pick-up section of the store, and in just about two minutes Frankie presented you with your drink. You took it excitingly and bid goodbye to the two young adults before heading back outside into the courtyard. A vibration from your phone rumbled in your jacket pocket, so you took it out again to see yet another text from penis Parker.

    Where are you? It read, You need to get here now or else. You narrowed your eyes at the text as you read it again, then let out a pretentious scoff. What the hell, was he trying to threaten you now? Little shit was getting a bit too confident! You shoved your phone back into your pocket and focused back on your chilled treat. Just as you were about to stab the plastic cover with the straw, something from above grabbed at the drink and yanked it right out of your hand. Bewildered, you looked at your hand then around your surroundings. 

“Shouldn’t you be at school right now?” a voice called out to you. You looked around until your eyes wandered up then widened. Spider-man was casually sitting on the edge of a fire escape, looking down at you with your boba tea in his hand

“You can’t drink that without the straw, you know,” you say loudly, holding up the straw. Suddenly, a web sling shoots at your hand and recoils back to its sender, who thanks you with a nod.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he says, stabbing the top of your drink with the straw, “You’re supposed to be at school right now, right?” 

“N-no,” you said, looking away from him.

“Really?” he holds up your beverage and looks at it, “Because Delmar told me you moved your Friday shifts to Thursday since you had a study date with Peter Parker today.” Gosh damn Delmar and his blabbermouth, now you were caught in the act! You shoved your hands in your jacket pocket and continued to look at everything around you but him.

“Care to tell me why you’re near the Lower East Side instead?” he asks, looking down at you. His tone sounded much less playful than usual, making you feel uneasy.

“I-,” you were flustered, unsure of what excuse to come up with on the spot. Then, you looked up at him, brows furrowed and ask,

“W-why are you so concerned?”

“I’m concerned because you ditched someone, which, by the way, is a pretty shit thing to do.” he replies cooly. You then watch as he lifts his mask up to his nose and takes a sip of your drink. At this moment you realized that this was the first time you had ever seen any part of Spider-man unveiled. Though you wished that he wasn’t high up, as the angle made it a bit hard for you to see much of his features. “Mmm, is this jasmine tea? I like the aftertaste. Very floral.”

“Did you steal my boba so you could lecture me?” You loudly ask him and you put your hands on your hips. 

“Not necessarily,” he says with a shrug, taking another sip of your drink, “Though the bubble tea is a nice bonus treat.”

 “Why does my personal life concern you?” you said, crossing your arms, “This is between me and that dumbfuck. And that dumbfuck deserves to get his ass ditched.” 

“That ‘dumbfuck’ is willing to help you out,” he simply says, then takes another sip, “By the way, I think you’re being a little harsh with those insults of yours.”

“Not my fault I tell it like it is,” you snap back, “He’s just wasting my time and his! I don’t need his help, or anyone’s! Plus, he has no idea how to tutor anyone! You should’ve seen how irritable he was!”

“Well, it’s his first time tutoring, right?” he asks you, “Maybe you need to cut him some slack. He means well.” To this you let out a short, cynical laugh.

“So what? He’s supposed to be the smartest kid in our grade!” you cry “It isn’t rocket science; it should be easy for him! Just like everything else is!”

“Have you ever tutored someone before?” he inquires, looking down at you. You didn’t respond. Instead, you ask him,

“What’s your deal with defending him, anyway?” 

“Because you’re being unfair to someone who’s trying to help you,” he replies, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his ridiculous claim.

“Help me?!” you shout out passively, “He does nothing but make my life miserable! I don’t want his help!”

“You need it whether you like it or not,” he says sternly, which you found was very out of character for him, “Just like that time I saved you from getting hit by that taxi.” The anger that was boiling inside of you was reaching its peak. All rational thoughts were replaced with the need to defend your ego. And when your ego got involved, it brought out the worst in you

“I didn’t ask for your help!” you spat back out of anger. 

“So what should I have done?!” he angrily shouts back, “Let you get killed?!”

“Maybe!” you roar back, your voice echoing within the courtyard. A heavy silence hung in the air, as the two of you glared at each other, a familiar setting to Wednesday. Your fists were clenched so tightly you could feel your shoulders strain. Finally, the masked hero lets out an irritated scoff.

“Fine, if you don’t like my help,” he stands up from the railing of the balcony, “Don’t ever expect it again.” You felt your heart drop into your stomach, regret immediately sweeping into your senses. You just fucked up big time. You wanted to shout back an apology, but before you could he shoots a web sling at a nearby building and begins to swing. You ran after him, calling out to him in anguish, but he was much too fast. Soon you found yourself back in the middle of Chinatown, desperately looking around for Spider-man as he disappeared into the city, leaving you guilt-ridden and ashamed.

    -

Misery plagued your emotions for the rest of your Friday through Sunday. All you could do was wallow in your sorrow over pissing off your crush. You couldn’t feel more humiliated!

You wondered, though if you were being as unreasonable as Spider-man claimed. Of course not! you think countering yourself. That little twerp always acts like he’s the best at everything and constantly rubs it in your face! Well, not literally, but it happens when he gets the highest exam scores, when he wins first prize at the school’s annual science fair, and when he boasts about how he’s working for Stark! Ugh, he just pisses you off!

It annoyed you how enamored your parents were by his success. Why couldn’t they set the bar lower, like comparing you to Flash! You’d at least beat him! But no, it’s always Peter. “If you studied harder, you’d be at the same level as Peter!”, “I bet Peter gets straight A’s in all of his classes!”, “You should pick a more practical major, like Peter!”. The constant praise they give him in contrast to the scolding you received only fueled your hatred for him. And Spider-man knew this! You had expressed your dismay with your classmate several times since you met him so it only made you more upset that he decided to defend Peter!

Yet you still felt guilty about snapping at him so harshly. Not only did you ruin your friendship with him, but all chance of finding out who his true identity was! Now you were never going to see him again! It took all the willpower you had in you to resist slamming your head against a wall. This regret was consuming you alive, so in order to relieve yourself of it, you turned to MJ for advice.

On Sunday you related to her the past two days as well as your emotional roller coaster while watching Pride and Prejudice through facetime together (the 2005 version, though MJ was very vocal about the historical inaccuracies of the costumes, but you didn’t care because Kiera Knightly was so damn good looking in this). She listened to you intently as she watched you explain everything, and as you wrapped up she leaned back onto her bed frame, taking all of this in.

“Well, that’s...something,” she finally says after a long pause, “You managed to piss off Spider-man...that’s pretty incredible.” 

“Now isn’t the time to be sarcastic, MJ!” you cry out as you hang your head in shame. MJ was the only person you had confined to about your friendship with the blue and red hero of Queens, as well as your harboring feelings for him. MJ teases you about it every now and then, but she overall has kept her word of secrecy on the matter, which you greatly appreciated. 

“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” she continues, “But I think he had a point about Peter. Listen, I love to poke fun at that little white boy, but you take it to a whole other level.” This makes you frown in response.

“He deserves it,” you mumble back, but just loud enough for her to hear. Now it was her turn to frown.

“Does he?” she asks you, “I can’t believe I’m taking his side, but Peter’s hasn’t done anything wrong. I think your jealousy is taking things out of context.”

“I’m not jealous of him!” you claim, “Why should I be!? I don’t want to be a stupid science nerd like him.”

“I’m a science nerd,” MJ points out, “So is Ned. Are we stupid?” 

“You’re different,” you retort back if a huff, “You’re cool and weird but in a good way.”

“As I should be,” she replies with a shrug, “But I still think that you have been a bit too hard on him. Which is kind of funny, because I remember that you had a crush on him.”

“T-That was in the beginning of the year!” you hastily quip back, feeling your cheeks flush up out of embarrassment, “That was before he started getting on my nerves!” It’s true, the first time you had met Peter, you were at a game shop with your mom buying a console. It was the first week since you moved from Los Angeles to Queens, and the both of you were still trying to navigate the city. To make you feel better about the move, your mom promised to buy you a console that had just been released which you had your eye on ever since it was announced. 

When you were in the game shop, you noticed him with Ned, who was accompanying him. The two of them were gushing over the release of a new Star Wars video game which had just been released recently. His smile was the first thing that attracted you. It really lit up his whole face so nicely that you couldn’t help but blush. Then you remembered the horror you felt when your overly extroverted mother approached them and started sparking up a conversation with them (her excuse was that they seemed to be about your age, which she wasn’t wrong about, but it seemed a bit unnecessary!). Peter then noticed you, awkwardly standing a few feet behind your mom with a bag of cupcakes that she had gotten from the city’s famous cupcake shop. He and Ned introduced themselves to you, and the kind smile he gave to you made your heart jump. 

The memory made you frown. Now you just felt embarrassed for having a crush on him. Yet again, you didn’t expect that you would be attending the same school, where you found out just how incredibly talented he was. It impressed you in the beginning, as soon as your parents got wind of the bright young boy with the Stark internship, it all blew up in your face. Watching you reminisce upon this, MJ asks you, 

“You sure you still don’t have a crush on him?” You answer with a profound and loud no, which MJ interprets as a good time to drop the subject. So decided to get back on track.

 “You’re going to hate me for suggesting this,” MJ says, then takes a bite at a pretzel stick from the bowl she had beside her, “But I think you should apologize to Peter.”

“WHAT?” you shout so loud that the crows in the tree out in the backyard were startled.

“Here me out,” MJ begins, her hands held up in defense, “You feel guilty about yelling at Spider-man, right?” You reply with a nod.

“Well, wasn’t the reason why he was upset with you was because you ditched Peter? Maybe if you apologize to Peter, Spider-man could forgive you.” 

“I don’t need to apologize to him!” you retort, crossing your arms in a huff.

“Even if you don’t want to, you should,” she replies, taking another bite of a pretzel stick, “It’s that or you never see your Spider-boyfriend again.” This makes you frown out of dissatisfaction, and you ask her,

“How would Spider-man even know that I apologized to him?!”

“Doesn’t Peter work at Stark? I remember him mentioning that he and Spider-man were buds. You could ask Peter if you could talk to Spider-man.” she answers. Though you doubted the possibility of this happening, MJ might not be wrong. If what she’s saying is true then that means if you apologized to Peter then you could make up with Spider-man! 

“How do I make up with Peter?” you ask her with a determined look on your face. MJ smirks in satisfaction, pleased to have gotten to you. She tells you,

“First you admit what a big dingus you’ve been towards him.” This makes your frown, much to the amusement of your friend. She continues,

“Then you should get to know him better, not as who you think he is, but for who he really is.” You frown in thought.

“Look at Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy’s relationship, for example,” she suggests, “At first she judges him based on her assumptions about him. She thinks he’s stuck up, cold, rude, and selfish, which leads her to probably one of the best roasts in literary history. Though it turns out that he’s just very socially awkward and that she was misled by false information about him.”

“What’chya getting at?” you ask her, suspicious of her ramblings

“Well, maybe like Elizabeth, you’re letting your pride misjudge Peter.” she proposes.

“Maybe my pride is correct.” you say firmly. 

“God, you are so stubborn!” MJ groans, “Do you want to see Spider-man or not?!” This makes you shut your mouth, and you allow her to continue.

“Okay,” she lets out a huff, “Whether you’re right or wrong, taking the time to get to know Peter will benefit you. You could learn a lot about him. And who knows? Maybe you can find out something about Spider-man, too?” This peaks your interest. Could she be right about that? You had no idea how close Spider-man and Peter were, but the tutoring lessons could be helpful in trying to use Peter to figure out who the masked hero was. It sounded sleazy, but it felt like good motivation to make up with him.

“Tomorrow, as soon as you get to school, talk to him privately and apologize to him,” she tells you, “And sound like you mean it, even if you don’t.” You let out a groan. It was annoying that you had to make up with him, but with MJ’s suggestion (and your grade on the line) you knew you were out of options. It was either suck it up and go with it or fail your classes and lose the potential freedom from your parents. As you and MJ continued to watch the movie, you could yourself ponder over your first feelings towards Peter again.

-

The next day at school you arrived early in order to locate Peter. The weather had chilled considerably, so today you dawned your red down coat that was perfect for the cool, overcast morning. You hustled yourself quickly to the lockers, hoping to catch Ned and Peter. Instead, you spotted Ms. Lee by your locker, staring down at you from across the hallway. His made you immediately stop you in your tracks, a cold sweat rushing throughout your body. She beckoned you to come towards her, to which you sheepishly complied. By the sour look on her face, you could tell you were in deep shit. She greets you with a cross-sounding “Good morning”, which you meekly wished her one as well. 

“Mr. Fill informed me that you didn’t show up to meet with Peter on Friday,” she tells you, “I was also told that you two also made quite the scene on Wednesday. Would you care to tell me what happened?”  You gulped. There was no way you could fabricate a response believable enough for her to take right now. She was visibly upset with you, and you could feel it weigh you down. The right thing to do was to tell the truth, but you were horrified by what would come out of that (see: your parent’s reaction). As you struggled to come up with a response, you didn’t notice that someone was approaching the two of you. 

“Hey (Y/N)!” a familiar voice called out to you. You turned about to see who it belonged to and were very shocked to see a cheery Peter Parker walking up to you.

“You left this at my place on Friday,” he hands you a blue spiral bound notebook, which you take with utter confusion. Ms. Lee shared your perplexed expression as well, looking at the teen boy with a raised brow. 

“Good morning Mr. Parker,” she greets him, regaining her authoritative aura, “I was just asking (Y/N) about your study session on Friday. Mr. Fill told me that while you were at the library on Friday, (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen. Did this have something to do with your bickering on Wednesday?” You looked over at Peter, wide-eyed with terror at what he would say. Knowing him, he was probably going to use this to his advantage and throw you under the bus-

“Oh, right!” he snaps his fingers as if he remembered something, then turns to Ms. Lee, “(Y/N) texted me the day before and said that the library was too distracting for them. So we agreed that we would study at my place from now on. For some reason I forgot about that and was waiting for them until I remembered! It’s my bad, Ms. Lee.”

…Huh?   

There was no way you were hearing this right now. Was Peter covering for you? Was this a prank? It had to be, right?! You sneaked a pinch on yourself and surely enough, this was all happening in real time. While you were busy being confused by your current reality, Ms. Lee and Peter continued conversing.

“I see,” she says, though she sounded suspicious, “And I presume you two made up?” 

“Of course!” he replies gleefully, giving you a nudge to help him sell the lie. You snap out of your confusion and give her a hasty nod.

“Well, I’m glad you were able to work things out,” she says with a pleased smile, then turns to you, “I do think it’s better for you to work in a more personal setting than a public one. And if it works, then who am I to complain.” She then bids you two a good day, where you and Peter both watch her walk down the hall. Just as she was out of earshot, you decided that this would be the perfect chance to apologize to him. 

“Peter,” you quickly turned to him, “I-”

“Meet me at the football bleachers during break,” he cuts you off coolly, still looking towards the hall, “We need to talk.” The first warning bell chimes throughout the school, and the hall begins to bustle with high schoolers desperate to make it to their first period on time. So he leaves you alone, perplexed with all that just occurred and anxious for what’s to come during break.

-

As soon as biology wrapped up, you sprinted past some students towards MSST’s football field. The chilled air hit you as soon as you opened the doors to the field , tickling your cheeks. You jogged across the football field, where students were spending their break tossing playing catch, jogging around the field, or just sitting on the grass and chatting. Halfway into your jog you spotted Peter, who was sitting in the mid-section of the bleachers. You hurried yourself towards his direction quickly, the anticipation clenching your stomach. He notices you and gives you a surprised look. 

Guess he didn’t expect me to show up, you think to yourself as you trudge up the metal bleachers. You finally reached him and sat beside him (leaving space between the two of you, of course) in a huff. There was silence at first, besides the sounds of the schoolyard. You wondered if you should speak up first, but for some reason you couldn’t think of anything to say. The cold air made you shove your hands in your pockets, and you look towards him, where he continued to look out to the field, a very serious expression plastered across his face. This was the first time you had ever seen the awkwardly goofy Peter Parker look so stern, and though you would usually find pleasure in seeing him so pissed, it actually scared you a little. After what felt like an eternity, Peter finally spoke up,

“You have a real shit attitude, you know.” The cool bluntness takes you by surprise. In all of the months you have bullied Peter, this was the first time he has ever cussed at you. You wondered how long he’s been waiting to do that. He exhales a long, controlled breath and continues to talk,

“I would love to know what I did for you to hate me so much. Because last time I checked, I’ve been nothing but nice to you since you moved here. Was it something I said? Something I did?!” He turns to you, his glare piercing through your soul as he waits for a response. You opened your mouth, but words evaded you. For the first time Peter has left you speechless. The cockiness you usually had towards him was nowhere to be found. No snarky comeback, no rolling of the eyes, all you could do was gape at him. Peter, seeing that you weren’t answering, turns back to look at the field and continue speaking,

“I’ll be honest, I don’t think this is going to work out. Us working together. I’m going to talk to Ms. Lee and see if she can set you up with someone else.” Shit, this wasn’t good! You were going to lose your chance at apologizing to Spider-man! You had to do something, quick!

“No!” you reply with a shout, grabbing his arm out of impulse. The shout was a little too loud as it echoes throughout the field, catching the attention of everyone there. He looks at you, startled by both the shout and the grip. Noticing the eyes turned to you and Peter, a blush flushing your cheeks. You immediately retreat your hand as students went back to minding their own business, then take a breath to control yourself. 

 “I-I mean,” you looked at him, sheepishly. Come on, (Y/N), it’s now or never!

“I’m sorry.” you say.

To say Peter was shocked was an understatement. He gave you the most puzzled you have ever seen anyone give you, and who could blame him? An apology from you wasn’t what he was expecting from you. He thought the most you would do was scoff and walk away, unbothered, so now he was caught off guard.

“I’m sorry for being such a huge asshole on Wednesday” you continue, forcing yourself to look him in the eyes, “And for ditching you on Friday. It was uncalled for. I should’ve talked to you instead of ignoring you.” 

“I’m so sorry,” you repeat, “I still want to work with you. Please forgive me.” There was silence yet again, and you could see that Peter was still processing your apology. You look at him, concerned and wondering if he was malfunctioning because he hadn’t said a word. He finally lets out an exhale, and you felt relieved that you hadn’t short circuited him. Finally, he says,

“Okay, I forgive you.” he says. You blink in surprise.

“What?” you say.

“I forgive you,” he repeats, amused by your reaction. Though today was just full of unexpected surprises, you felt a sense of relief from his words. However, a sense of guilt sat in your stomach, remembering that you were doing this for your own personal gain. 

As long as he doesn’t find out, you have nothing to worry about, you convince yourself, though the feeling didn’t go away. 

“Though if we’re going to continue working together, I suggest we make my lie a reality.” he says.

“What do you mean?” you ask him quizzically.

“I mean that you actually come over and study at my place.” he says. You widen your eyes in surprise. Was he being serious?! It was impressive that he wanted to be so committed to his fabricated tale, but didn’t this seem like a little much? 

“A-are you sure?” you ask, perplexed by the idea. He nods.

“I am,” he says, “My aunt wouldn’t mind. She likes the company, anyway.” You take a minute to think this through. Going to Peter’s place would mean you were going to spend much more time with him, considering the travel time from Midtown to Queens. And there would be no doubt that Flash would catch you two together and relentlessly tease you for being with his rival. However, being at his place means that you could get one step closer to finding out more about Spider-man. This was an opportunity you couldn’t refuse. You decided to take up his proposal.

“I’m in.” you finally tell him.

“Okay,” he says, rubbing his hands, “Because if Ms. Lee found out I lied to her we’re dead meat.”  

“Let’s shake on it,” you tell him, then hold your hand out towards him. You wait for him to take it, but instead he says,

“I want you to promise that you’re not going to ditch me again,” he says, “I’m doing this to help you pass.” This pinches you in the gut. The guilt you had felt before returned, making you second guess the sincerity of your actions. Why is he taking this so seriously, you wondered, does he really care about whether or not you pass? What benefit is he getting out of this. You didn’t have time to ponder this, so you shook off the thoughts and sincerely say,

“I promise.” Peter watches you, looking for any signs of feigning, but you held yourself up long enough for him to finally take your hand. You give each other a firm shake, settling on your agreement. As you pull your hands away from each other, you remember something.

“Oh, I should give this back to you.” you say to him as you grab your backpack. He watches as you rummage through it, your eyes lighting up when you finally locate it. You pull out the blue spiral-bound notebook he had given you in the morning. 

“I think you’ll need this,” you say, holding out the notebook to him.

“Oh, thanks, I need this,” he says, taking it from your hands, “U-um, so do you want to meet up Wednesday after school?” 

“Sure.” you say, giving him an awkward smile, to which he returns. Good, now your plan can kick off. All you had to do now was get through studying with Peter. Maybe MJ is right, it might not be all that bad. As the bell rang the two of you headed to your next class together, though the both of you were unaware that a folded slip of paper from Peter’s notebook was not sitting at the bottom of your backpack.

-

On Wednesday, you were waiting at the school’s front gate, as you promised. The chilled weather made you bury yourself into your coat, and you just hoped Peter would get out soon. He told you via text that he had to grab something from the chemistry room, and though you offered to wait for him by the classroom he insisted you waited for him outside. Watching students pass by, you began to wonder about Peter’s aunt. You had never seen her before, but MJ told you that she was very pretty and was very protective of her nephew. You then realized that Peter has definitely talked to her about you, and now you were beginning to grow anxious. You wouldn’t blame her for wanting to take you down for being a shithead to her nephew, but you obviously didn’t want to deal with her wrath. You could only hope that she wouldn’t be at home so you could be spared.

A tap on your shoulder breaks you from your thoughts and you look to see who touched you, only to be facing Peter.

“Ready to head out?” he asks you, motioning his head towards the closest subway station entrance. You nod, so the two of you begin to make your way towards Queens.

The two of you didn’t talk as you headed down to the subway station, and upon entering the car you grimaced over how it was practically full of people. The next train wouldn’t be until twenty minutes though, so the both of you squeezed your way into the crowd. The both of you were practically shoulder to shoulder, with you gripping the nearest stabilizing pole and Peter keeping himself up with the rail above him. Being so close to him made you feel so uncomfortable from the awkwardness, and you tried your best to avoid eye contact with him as you guys rode. That would only last so long, though. Halfway through the ride you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Foolishly, you let go of the pole to retrieve it, but you didn’t realize that you were reaching another stop. The cart began to halt, the force of it all making you lose your footing. You tried to re-stabilize yourself but you felt your body fall backward, making you let out a scared yelp. Suddenly, you felt a hand grab your waist, stopping you from falling on top of the surrounding passengers. You turn and see it was Peter who had caught you. He pulls you back up and tugs you near him, making you even closer to him than before. 

“Are you okay?” he asks you, sounding genuinely concerned. Still dazed from the catch, you nod back and straighten yourself up. You realized that this is the closest you have ever been to Peter, and he seemed to recognize this revelation two and the two of you were stuck in this position for what felt like eternity. He suddenly realizes that he’s still got his arm around your waist, and he immediately retracts it, and you noticed that his cheeks were a slight tint of pink. You took a small step away from him to grab the pole again, and for the remainder of the ride the two of you avoided eye contact.

Soon the stop to Queens approached, and the two of you hopped out of the train car. You followed Peter closely as he navigated through the bustling Queens and eventually got to his apartment complex. Like all the buildings in the area, it was much smaller in size compared to the giants in Manhattan (though you didn’t mind; tall buildings weren’t your favorite thing). After he buzzed in, he let you inside of the complex, and like a duckling you followed him up two flights of stairs and into the second story hallway. Soon you were watching him as he approached a eggshell-\colored door with the numbers 205 plated in bronze above the peephole. He grabs his keys and puts them into the worn door handle, and with a twist and a click he pushes the door open and enters his apartment, where you slowly but carefully enter in suit.

While taking off your shoes you gazed around the space, which was small but it didn’t feel cramped. Peter leads you to the dining area, which was connected to both the kitchen and the living room. Upon the table were several papers and letters, to which Peter apologizes for and quickly gathers up the mess to make space for both of your study materials. Once it was clear of it’s chaos, you slink yourself into the bench situating your bag to left as he sits himself on the right side of the table.

“My aunt May told me she’ll be working late today, so don’t worry about any distractions,” he tells you, pulling his backpack beside him. This makes you internally exhale in relief. He goes into good host mode, offering you snacks and water but you declined it politely since you felt weirded out by your rival trying to be nice to you. The both of you shift uncomfortably in your seats, waiting for the other to speak up so the tension could be broken. Peter, always trying his best, decides to start,

“O-okay! Let’s get started! Um…” He looks at you as he begins to fiddle with his hands nervously, “We can work on inter-molecular forces! Or maybe we should go back to the basics and review atoms and ions? O-or look over the periodic table?”  You could tell by his body language that he was trying to be careful with your words, considering how you reacted last time. Though you were slightly amused by how hard he was trying, it did make you feel a bit bad for your reaction last week. You were starting to reconsider what Spider-man had said. You realized that you should probably respond before he throws out more suggestions, so you say, 

“Can we work on the quiz from last week? I mean, we got it back today, so maybe it’ll be good to look over it.” Peter was quite surprised by your input, and immediately you feared that you had said something wrong. Expecting to receive some sort of snarky comment, you were amazed when he smiles and agrees,

“Y-yeah! S-sounds good!”

It was quite embarrassing for you to see him look at the 19% grade that was scribbled in bright red on your quiz, while he gloated a proud 100%. Without thinking you made a stank face, until Peter pointed it out while he was looking over your quiz answers. You immediately dropped it, feeling embarrassed at getting caught, though you could help but stare at his perfect grade. For you, it was rare to see those triple digits on your assignments and tests, and when you were gifted with that lucky gem you felt invincible. Is that what Peter feels whenever he gets his scores back, or is it so common for him that he just shrugs it off? Before you could sink into your thoughts even more, Peter flips the quiz back to the front page and looks up at you.

“You didn’t finish the quiz?” he asks you, a brow raised, “Did something happen?” Immediately you felt ashamed, but you tried to hold your ground, not wanting to expose it to Peter. Instead, you say with attitude,

“Why’s that a problem? I just didn’t finish it. Happens to the best of us.” Peter gives you a look, not being fooled by your act.

“Did you run out of time?” he asks you. You didn’t respond, but instead looked away from him, which gave him confirmation.

“I noticed you got stuck on question three, and I get it, I had a though time with that one, too.” he tells you, looking back at the question.

“Don’t try to humble yourself.” you quip back.

“I’m not!” he cries, “Really!” You look at him as you’re not convinced, making Peter sigh in defeat.

“Look, why don’t we just go over this question and the ones you didn’t answer? Then I can get a better read on what’s troubling you with this subject.” You made a small groan, but reluctantly agreed to the proposal, and for the next two hours the two of you went through the quiz. Unlike last time, where he was just talking you ear off, Peter instructed you to write down notes and even re-do the questions, which actually turned out to be much more helpful to you. A few times Peter had to coax questions out of you, which was probably the hardest thing for you to do since you feared ridicule over what you asked. However, Peter didn’t find them ridiculous at all, and would even provide a simpler, straight to the point answer that was much easier to comprehend than Mr. Cobwell’s complex ones. After what felt like forever, the both of you were beginning to exhibit signs of burnout. Peter caught onto this after he watched you stare at your notebook in a daze.

“Let’s call it a day,” he suggests, stretching his arms out to relieve the tension built in them.

“Yes, please,” you mumble, blinking hard as your eyes were tiring out, “I think my brain is going to fry up if I look at another molecular equation.” While you were packing your stuff up, you looked out the window beside you and noticed that it’s already getting dark outside. You wondered if you’ll be back home in time for dinner. Not that you were anticipating it, anyway. The sound of keys being inserted into the apartment alarm the two of you. You and Peter look at the door, which opens to reveal a very beautiful middle aged woman, and you could help but gape at her aura.   

“Hiya Pete!” she happily exclaims as she takes off her jacket and hands it up on the hooks next to the door, “So sorry for being late, the manager had me sweep before I clocked out.” Realization hits you like a brick. She’s Peter's aunt?! Well, MJ wasn’t wrong about her looks, but you were not expecting her to be this attractive. It seems like she could feel your eyes on her, because she immediately takes notice of you.

“Pete, who is this?” she asks, pointing to you. You feel your body freeze, remembering that you were most likely going to meet your maker when she finds out who you are.

 “Oh, this is (Y/N),” Peter says, pointing his thumb to you, “The classmate I’m tutoring, remember? They moved from California last summer?” Out of fear you forced yourself to stand up straight and gave her a small, shy wave.    

“I-it’s nice to meet you, M-ms. Parker!” you stutter sheepishly. May took a second to remember your name, and when she recognizes her eyes light up in surprise. She looks over at you, then to Peter. May raises her brows at Peter as asks him,

“Are they…?” To which Peter nods in response. You watched anxiously  have their silent conversation, trying to decipher what on earth they were talking about. Was it about the bullying? Crud, you were going to be in deep shit! You glanced at the door, thinking that you should just book it, until May’s expression melts and is replaced with a bright, welcoming smile.

“Oh! You’re (Y/N)!” his aunt exclaimed with delight, then immediately makes a b line up to you, “You’re the one that works at Delmar’s, right?! Peter has told me so much about you!” 

“R-really?!” you expressed with confusion.

“Oh don’t worry, nothing bad,” she assures you, waving her hand dismissively, “Actually, quite the opposite!” This makes you turn to Peter, where you give him the most perplexed look you could give a person. Did Peter not tell his aunt about how you’ve treated him? If not, why would he withhold this information from her? Peter reads your expression, but instead of saying anything he looks the other way and rubs the back of his neck. Okay, you needed to ask him about this another time.  

“I was just about to invite Peter out for some Thai food!” she tells you, “Would you like to come with us?” Though you were flattered by the invitation, you felt like it wouldn’t be a good idea to tag along, so you say

“I think I should head home. I don’t want to overstay my wel-'' Before you could finish, an incredibly loud gargle emitted from your stomach. You blushed, horrified and betrayed by your own stomach, as Peter stifled a laugh. You give him a glare, making him shut up, which May finds very amusing. 

-

It seems like every other day the world kept challenging your expectations. 

Who would’ve guessed that you would be spending your Wednesday evening dining with your rival and his aunt at their favorite Thai restaurant located five minutes away from them? MJ was going to have a field day when you tell her this tomorrow. Well, at least this was better than eating at home, you thought to yourself. You and Peter were seated beside each other, while his aunt sat across from her nephew. The three of you were helping yourselves with servings of the sour and spicy tom yum soup, the sweet but flaming yellow curry, and juicy larb lettuce wraps (Peter’s favorite, or so his aunt claims). 

“I’m so glad your mother agreed to let me take you out for dinner, dear,” May says with a smile, “I can finally get to know you a little better!” 

“U-um, yeah. I’m kind of surprised she let me come.” you admit to her, then take a sip of your serving of soup.

“Why is that?” she asks you. It would be awkward to admit to her that you kind of expected your mom to make you come home to eat, which would have saved you from this very odd situation you got yourself into. On the other hand, it did save you from having to spend dinner with your parents. It was a strange blessing in disguise.

“My mom is usually strict about me going out with people she hasn’t met before.” you tell her, which was true. Your mom has always been adamant about meeting people you hang out with, though you usually tried to avoid such as she is pretty judgemental about other people. Thankfully, you have been able to save MJ from her unfair shrewdness. It also explains why you never mentioned to her about your acquaintance with Spider-man, as you knew she’d have a handful of shit to say about him. To you, the more you had your parents out of your personal life, the more at peace you were. 

“I can understand why,” May says after she swallows her bite of yellow curry, “Especially since you guys are still new to the area. New York is full of wacky characters, after all. Wouldn’t want you to get mixed up with the wrong kinds of people.” You take a glance at Peter, who hasn’t said much during the conversation, instead carefully watching the two of you as he munches down some larb. 

“So Peter told me you work at Delmar’s,” she says, “Why is someone as young as you working for him? Especially during junior year?” 

“Oh, I wanted to earn some extra cash,” you explain to her, “I want to be more financially independent, you know? So I was looking at other service and retail jobs, however the ones that had openings were full time or had a strict part time arrangement, which wouldn’t work out for school. But Delmar was nice enough to be compliant with my school schedule, so he took me in.” 

“Wow, lucky you!” she exclaims with a smile, “Then you must like working there, huh?” 

“I mean, it’s a bit boring at times, but it has its perks.” you tell, thinking about a certain someone. This makes your heart heavy again, making you look down at your food. 

“Has Delmar told you about what happened to that place last year?” she asks you.

“Oh, you mean the explosion caused by those bank robbers?” you say, perking your head up, “Yeah, he mentions it every once in a while. He always talks about how Spider-man saved him and Murph from the wreckage.” 

“Really?” May asks, an amused smile creeping upon her face as she looks over at Peter, who you noticed had froze up mid-bite.

“Yeah,” you say, raising your brow at your classmate’s odd behavior. You turn back to her and tell her, “Actually, Spider-man was one of the reasons I got hired by Delmar.”

“Is that so?” she asks with a delighted tone, her eyes watching her nephew as his eyes shift from her to you. This was just like their weird silent conversation at the apartment! Were they always like this? Maybe this is where Peter gets his uncanny behavior from. You had to pretend to not be bothered by it, so you continue,

“Yeah...he actually introduced me to Delmar a few weeks into my move. I was trying to get to know the Queens area a little more so I took the bus to this area. However about two hours into exploring I got completely lost, and on top of that I had left my house in a rush so I didn’t check how much battery life my phone had, so it had died. I tried to ask around for help but no one bothered, and I pretty much thought I was screwed.” You paused for a moment, feeling like you were saying too much, only to notice d that Peter and May were listening to you intently. Realizing you could continue, you say,

“But by sheer luck, Spider-man was in the area, and he found me by chance. I told him my situation and he offered to take me to a bodega that was selling portable chargers, and since he was the only other person I knew at the time I went with him. And that bodega was Delmar’s! He introduced me to him, and told him about my situation. Since Delmar was such a fan of Spider-man, he actually allowed me to charge my phone in the outlet behind the counter, but I didn’t have a charging cable so Spider-man offered to pay for one. 

“While I was waiting for my phone to charge Delmar was telling Spider-man that he was looking for a part-time employee, as his son who used to help him out was off to college in New Jersey. I mentioned that I was looking for work, but Delmar was hesitant about taking me in. For some reason Spider-man vouched for me, and because Delmar is a Spider-man fanboy he agreed to consider me. Next week I got a call from Delmar asking if I’d like to take on the job and I said yes.”

As you wrap up your tale, May was still watching you, seemingly fascinated by it. Peter, on the other hand, had resumed eating, but his expression had changed into a serious one.    

“Now that I think about it, I never paid him back for the charger,” you say without thinking. 

“Well, Pete here knows Spider-man,” May informs you, making Peter choke on the larb he was currently chewing on. 

“Y-yes, I am aware of this,” you say with a forced smile, “Everyone in our school knows about that.”

“Well, maybe Peter can help you out with paying him back, if you want,” she suggests. This makes your eyes perk up in hope. Maybe your initial mission will be finished sooner than you thought! You were just about to express your willingness for this, but Peter jumps into the conversation,

“I-I think Spider-man doesn’t care if you paid him back or not,” he says, still recovering from his sudden choking, “He was just happy to help you out. A-also he’s been really busy lately, so it’s been hard for me to get into contact with him.” Damn it! You hiss internally. You try your best to hide your disappointment, but May seemed to have caught onto it.

“Well, maybe next time you run into him!” May reassures you, but you highly doubt this. For a moment you thought you were going to be ten steps ahead, and now you felt like you were all the way back to the start. For the remainder of dinner, May carried on with talking, while both you and Peter continued to silently eat your food.  

-

 After the three of you finished up dinner, May offered that she drive you home, but you politely declined and said that you’d just walk to your bus stop. So then she offered that her and Peter escort you to your stop and see you off safely. Once all of you reached it, you turned to her and Peter, pulling your backpack strap higher to your shoulder and said,

“Thank you for taking me out for dinner. And for walking me here. I really appreciate it.”

“Oh, no problem, dear!” May exclaims as she takes your hand and clasps it between hers, “I’m just so happy I finally got to meet you!” You give her a shy smile, still taken aback by her kindness but appreciative of it. You turn to Peter, who met your eyes as he was fiddling with his hands uncomfortably.

“Um…thanks for today,” you say to him, “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“U-uh, yeah,” he nods, “Get home safely.” You nod in response, and luckily just in time your bus pulls into the stop, freeing you from this delicate air.

“Please text Peter when you are home, okay dear?” May asks you as you make your way to the bus. 

“I will, ma’am!” you assure her, and then hop onto the vehicle, making yourself comfortable as you head for home. As May and Peter watch your bus drive off, she comments,

“(Y/N) is just how you described them to me. Definitely a shy clam, but they seem like a good kid.”

“Yeah.” Peter responds, his eyes still watching the bus disappear into traffic.

“Are you ever going to tell them?” she asks, looking down at her nephew

“I don’t know,”    he admits, frowning, “Honestly, I’m afraid of what will happen when they find out.”

----

Grace is based off of Chinese pop idol FeiFei Zhong

Frankie is based off of American actor Ian Alexander

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Gluten free almond butter is the perfect choice for those who have Celiac disease. This amazing product will not only keep you feeling full and satisfied, but will also prevent the absorption of gluten into your body. You can find this product at health food stores, or better yet you can make it yourself. It really is as simple as blending some nuts and water. Here's how to make a gluten-free almond butter spread.

First, you need to get the almonds. They can be found at the store or they can be online. If you cannot find them in your area, consider buying online. Once you have the almonds, you'll need the product. Gluten free almond butter is often sold in blends. You should be able to find a gluten-free almond butter blend that has no more than 60% almond oil in it.

You should also have a food processor. Once you have your processor, you can start to chop the almonds into small pieces. Then, you will take about one tablespoon of the almond butter and add it to your food processor. Puree it until it is a smooth consistency.

Next, you will add the canola oil. Use a food processor to chop it into pieces. If you have trouble with chopping it, you may want to use a food processor to chop it anyway you feel comfortable. Make sure that the almond butter is totally blended before adding to any other food.

If you are using store bought products, you may notice that the bottle says "powdered" or "sugared." The only difference between the two is the sugar substitute used. A lot of gluten-free almond butter will be described as "refined" or "gluten free." It is important that you read all of the labeling on the product to make sure that it contains absolutely no sugar. If you are in doubt, look for the words "strictly by recipe" on the label.

Another option is to make your own. You can use either a food processor or your blender to make it. You just need to add the pitted almonds and vanilla extract to your blender. Blend it up until you have the consistency of pureed food. The last option is to use it on your baked goods. Gluten free almond butter is wonderful on brownies, cookies, cupcakes, and even ice cream. It has a smooth texture that you won't get from most other types of fats. I recommend cooking it on low until it becomes liquid. If you find that it isn't lathering right, add just a bit more water.

This is a fantastic gluten free alternative. It tastes delicious, is very versatile, and can really open up your diet to new possibilities. You just need to remember that you still need to watch your cholesterol and sugar. As long as you do this, you should be safe. Besides, it is so much fun to try something different that you will likely continue to use it.

It is a fact that almonds are one of the healthiest nuts that you can eat. It is loaded with nutrients that will keep you feeling healthy for years to come. However, many people think that they are okay to eat almonds if they are only eating it in the form of almond butter. This is simply not true.

Just about all the cookbooks that are geared toward gluten free eating will have recipes that include this ingredient. You can also use it in a lot of different ways. You can use it in pies, cakes, cookies, and any other desserts that you would normally bake. It is an amazing addition to your dessert arsenal!

This is a great way to introduce some variety into your diet. You don't have to be completely off avoiding foods that contain gluten if you can incorporate almonds instead. That way, you are still getting your daily nutritional requirements without having to worry about having to skip breakfast or lunch, and miss out on anything else that you need to be eating. Eating food that has gluten doesn't have to be something that you hate to do, so start using gluten free almond butter to make up for the nutrition that you are missing.

You can also use it in any number of different cooking methods. You can bake, roast, or saute it. You can stir it in with sauces to add flavor. It is so versatile that you can use it in a variety of different recipes, instead of being limited to the handful of recipes that you can find in your cookbooks and on the Internet. Start enjoying delicious food that has the nutrients you need, and the flavor that you want without the harmful effects of gluten free.

One of the healthiest dishes I've had in a long time is gluten-free almond butter. For years, gluten free has seemed like a crazy idea to me. I assumed it was going to be bland and tasteless, but after trying many types of foods with this label, I began to wonder why I'd never heard of it before. Gluten free doesn't have to mean boring and bland! Gluten free does not have to mean avoiding desserts altogether!

The first time I tried gluten free almond butter was at a local bakeshop. I wasn't really sure what to expect, since there are so many different types of gluten-free baking treats and spreads out there. After the ladies at the bakeshop put the mix onto a plate, I was surprised by how good it actually was. The almonds used were the light variety, and they had an incredibly nutty flavor that was surprisingly tasty. The aftertaste was rich and satisfying.

In addition to the almond butter, there are also many different types of gluten-free baking mixes and spreads available. There's also rice flour, coconut flour, and tapioca starch. If you haven't tried any of these yet, I highly recommend you give them a try. In addition to the food I mentioned above, there are plenty of other ways to enjoy delicious foods that are free of gluten, and even have a delicious taste.

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Trials, Errors and Tribulations

So you thought that milk tea was as simple as boiling tea, cooking boba, adding milk and some sugar and voila?

W R O N G!

ATTEMPT 1: For this attempt, I tried to follow various instructions that I read online, especially from this very well produced video: <peaceful cuisine>

Ingredients: 

- milk 

- dried tapioca balls (1 cup)

- boiler with water (1:7 ratio of tapioca pearls : cups of water)

- sweetener (honey) 

- tea leaves

Step 1/ Measure out 1 cup of tapioca pearls, then 7 cups of water. WAIT until the water is boiling, then add the tapioca pearls. Must wait to cook tapioca balls in boiling water because in cold water, they are very fragile and will dissolve immediately.

On the package, it says that the tapioca balls take 2-3 minutes to cook. And sure enough, I tried some of the tapioca balls were certainly very chewy and tasty. 

Step 2/ Steep tea in boiling water. Once the tea has boiled, add milk. 

Step 3/ After boba is fully cooked and tea has been steeped, time to assemble! Add in your favorite sweetener, in this case I’m using honey. 

Ta-da! How very bougie and artsy looking

And the verdict is... absolutely 0/10 stars. This tasted like watery garbage! If I had to pay $4.50 for this drink, I would throw a fit. Even if it did come in a pretty mason jar. It was definitely not a wise idea to boil the tea in water first and then add milk, because it completely detracted from the flavor and taste. Unlike the high quality tea I tasted yesterday from Yifang, this one was far poorer, as I could distinctly taste the pearls, the water, then the milk, and then the sugar all in discrete time frames, which is how you know it is not top quality. The one I had at Yifang had a much richer flavor and texture, the milk, sugar and tea flavor all blended together smoothly all in one sip. 

I finally understand after all this time why cheaper milk tea stores around Berkeley such as Quickly and Boba Ninja prefer to use powdered mixes of prepared milk tea. For this particular reason - steeping the tea takes a lot more effort and timing the steep perfectly along with maintaining a simmering temperature (approximately 86 degrees Celsius) to not burn the tea or risk infusing bitter compounds into the mix is definitely a daunting task! And one that truly requires more training than that of a simple barista’s role. 

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This is amazing if you have been wanting to try some of our kiddies chews 🙏🏻

For today only receive 50% off our Fruit and Veggie Blend Chewables. Each box comes with 2 pouches of Fruit Blend and 2 pouches of Veggie Blend Chewables.

Our Fruit and Veggie Blend Chewables are whole food-based nutrition from 22 different fruits, vegetables, and grains in a tasty soft chewable form. The appealing taste comes from two all-natural sweeteners - tapioca syrup and organic cane syrup - with absolutely no high fructose corn syrup. It contains no artificial flavours or artificial colours and is 100% vegetarian; the 'chewiness' comes from fruit pectins, not gelatin.

Offer ends 11:59pm AEDT or when stock runs out!

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Day 7 Last day

Breakfast at nearby 24h Japanese diner

Head to Shimbashi station (did some shopping and explored metro food area

Bought sweet bread filled with fresh blueberry whipped cream and strawberries

Arrived to Harajuku Station

Shopping at main street (Takeshita Dori) for shopping and cafes

Calbee store to try ‘tasty, hot and fresh’ seasoned fries 

Pompompurin cafe ate cute sundae and tapioca drink

Shopped around Harajuku

Head to Ginza to find Ginza-sa (famous ramen) but can’t make it in time to hotel and grab luggage to go to airport.

Ate at yummy ramen restaurant at 2nd level in Haneda Airport before before security checkout

Cute traditional breakfast set that has all the necessary goodies to start my day bright and early. Miso soup, rice, seasoned beef with noodle, grilled fish, potato, marinated veggies, macaroni salad, and tofu topped with bonito flakes.

Who would’ve thought? Dessert toast with fresh blueberry cream and strawberries are absolutely delicious! They have so many flavors to choose from. Something we see often is the use of fresh whipped cream in Japanese desserts.

Finally get to try fresh Calbee fries! They’re surprisingly tasty, hot, crispy on the outside, soft on the inside and super fresh. Especially great when they are made in-store right before your eyes!

My dreams came true~ I finally get to go to Pompompurin cafe! My favorite Sanrio character of all time, jam-packed into one cafe! The decor and all the food is super Kawaii and tasty! We ordered a dessert sundae and tapioca matcha drink.

After our visit one last time to Harajuku and Ginza area, we headed back to our hotel to pick up our luggage and leave for the Haneda International Airport using the train.  Since we missed out on our chance for dinner, we opted for the restaurants at the Haneda Airport. And good thing we did! There were so many options on the 2nd level! Worth a check!

Chris ordered a spicy ramen at this ramen joint at the airport.

This was so tasty! The dipping ramen was done perfectly.  This ends our trip!! 

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Who loves making bread? Me!! Especially crusty turmeric bread rolls. There is nothing better than the smell of warm, freshly cooked bread filling your house. You can buy all the pot pourri and diffusers that you like but none of them ever come close to the cosy smell of baking.

Now I made this bread recipe using my hands (so much kneading) but there are other way easier options. Panasonic have recently launched their brand new range of bread makers which are absolutely fantastic – there are also programme options on their bread maker for hard-crust bread, soft bread, cake, pizza dough, jam and gluten-free bread and cake which gives you the freedom to get as creative as possible!

Bread is one of those home comforts that put smiles on the faces of everyone – now there are many people who can’t eat bread for various reasons but there are so many variations to bread – including ingredients especially for those that are gluten free, vegan or are following a paleo diet that mean they then can eat bread – which is why I decided to make my bread using tapioca flour.

Tapioca flour is usually used as a cornstarch method (for thickening custard and sauces) but you can use it to make your very own bread. I have never made bread using tapioca flour before and I was slightly cautious about how they would come out but I have to say – crusty on the outside and absolutely divine and doughy in the middle.

Crusty Turmeric Bread Rolls

Delicious gluten-free, vegan Crusty Turmeric Bread Rolls. Perfect with a delicious handmade soup or as a lovely snack with butter.

Bread recipe

340 g Organic Tapioca Flour

56 g Coconut Flour

2 tsp Sea Salt

2 tbsp Turmeric

340 ml warm water

8 ml olive oil ((extra virgin))

Bread method

Preheat oven to gas mark 4. 

In a large bowl, mix together the tapioca flour, salt, coconut flour and turmeric powder in a medium bowl. Mix well.

Pour in oil and warm water and mix. You can use your hands if you want a work out or if you have a bread maker, this is the time to let the bread maker do its thing.

The mixture may be too thin but if it is, add one more tablespoon of coconut flour until you get a sticky dough. 

With greased hands, place the dough in an oiled bowl and let it rest until it doubles in size. This should take around 30 minutes. 

Use a spatula or large spoon to scoop out on to a floured surface and knead until smooth. Divide into equal portions and place on a lined baking tray. Leave for a further 20 minutes so that the individual portions double in size. 

Bake in the oven for 20 minutes until golden and eat whilst warm. 

Bread Tips:

Lightly coat your dough with fine semolina for beautiful crunchy crusts!

Don’t hurry your raising (aka, do not put underneath a radiator, in an airing cupboard or on top of a hot water bottle). Just use a damp towel and leave it on the side. Slower raising is always better so just let it be.

This is a big thanks to Paul Hollywood this one – when mixing your ingredients, add the salt and yeast to opposite sides of the bowl as the salt can kill the yeast. I have learnt the hard way.

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