#would he eat the cheese off frozen pizza? I don't think so.

[dootznbootz]

Move over, Aristaeus. I am the cheese god now.

[windsfavored]

@poswiecenia &&. said... does ren mind pineapples on pizza.

i  DON'T  think  ren  is  team  pineapple  on  pizza,  but  i  also  don't  think  he's  the  sort  of  person  who  makes  a  big  deal  out  of  it,  either.  (  which  is  saying  something  —  because  when  he  does  pick  a  hill  to  die  on,  he  really  digs  his  heels  in.  )  it's  not  necessarily  the  idea  of  fruit  on  a  traditionally  savory  dish  that  he  would  take  issue  with  —  and  with  only  a  handful  of  exceptions,  he's  pretty  open  to  trying  most  combinations  of  ingredients  at  least  once  out  of  curiosity.  his  body  is  designed  in  such  a  way  that  he  can  eat  LITERALLY  anything,  after  all;  he  just  chooses  not  to  eat  especially  abhorrent  or  strange  things  because  they  usually  don't  taste  particularly  good.  (  and  taste  is  literally  the  only  benefit.  )  rather,  the  actual  reason  why  he  wouldn't  enjoy  pineapple  on  pizza  is  twofold.  namely,  the  flavor  and  mouthfeel  would  throw  him  off.

ren  obviously  isn't  a  big  fan  of  sweet,  so  i  don't  think  he  would  particularly  like  the  combination  of  sweet  and  savory.  that  being  said,  he's  arguably  even  more  picky  about  texture  than  he  is  flavor  —  there  are  certain  cases  wherein  he's  willing  to  stomach  sweeter  foods  if  they  have  a  mouthfeel  he  enjoys.  (  he  actually  doesn't  hate  chocolate  if  it's  been  frozen  so  it's  extra  snappy.  )  he  loathes  anything  really  sticky  or  gummy  —  yes,  like  dango  but  he  also  hates  caramel  and  the  idea  of  chewing  gum  would  probably  make  his  skin  crawl.  he  also  probably  isn't  especially  fond  of  things  with  a  more  jello-like  texture.  pineapple  on  pizza  isn't  necessarily  gummy,  but  i  think  he  would  still  find  the  sensory  experience  a  bit  grotesque.  it's  sweet,  but  it's  also  wet?  no  thanks,  give  it  to  someone  who  actually  needs  food  to  survive.

by  the  by,  ren  is  usually  pretty  fond  of  fish,  but  i  think  his  favorite  pizza  topping  would  probably  be  olives.  (  though  he's  still  quite  amenable  towards  anchovies.  )  tragically,  i  don't  think  he'd  really  be  big  into  pizza  in  general  though  —  or  anything  else  covered  in  so  much  melted  cheese  for  that  matter.  he'll  eat  it,  but  he  won't  be  the  one  suggesting  it  —  you  know?

[transingthoseformers]

Mtmte, but it's what styles of pizza I think different characters would like and it's based on subjective vibes alone.

Whirl would loudly brag about eating pizza with pineapple and pizza with broccoli, and exactly do neither he doesn't like pizza lol. So he's just in the corner making a fuss, not even touching his slice of decoy pizza.

Swerve would honestly like pizza with pineapple and he's willing to tell you why and ykw valid.

Dunno why but i feel like Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus would like mushrooms on his. I get that vibe from him.

Ratchet now he'd go for pepperoni but also like his pizza fairly half burnt.

Rodimus is the guy who swears by ranch and hot sauce on pizza. I used to see a lot of people at school do that and it feels like a Roddie thing to do.

Megatron would like broccoli on his pizza but it's the most well kept secret ever, fucker is willing to hide it under the cheese just to avoid the convo.

Brainstorm seems like he's the guy who would absolutely fucking drown his pizza in garlic. Like, personal Riot story but I used to like a little bit of garlic in stuff until I tried the "white pizza" one of the first days of middle school and it was goddamn revolting and I cannot stand garlic to this day. Anyways yes i feel like someone has definitely tried stealing his share of pizza, started gagging and accused him of poisoning the pizza. But nope Brainstorm just seems like a garlic guy.

Drift would like three cheese pizza. He'd make up some reason for why about how the flavors compliment each other but he's talking out of his aft, Drift chanced a frozen pizza once and it worked out very well for him.

Ambulon would like half and half, pepperoni on one side just cheese on the other.

Tailgate enjoys plain cheese pizza, and always gets extra pizza because like damn how does he fit all that in that tiny frame, how high is his metabolism.

Cyclonus is okay with plain cheese or pepperoni, and he secretly takes off all the pepperoni from Tailgate's and gives him Whirl's pizza.

Red Alert will legitimately only eat cheese pizza and he will not eat any that a topping has even been near because no you can't just pick it off it leaves all the weird little oils and bits behind and changes the taste

Rung will deny any preference but if you press him about it he will admit a soft spot for stuffed crust.

Getaway... hmmm he seems like a mayo on the pizza person and yes i have seen people put mayo on pizza it's a thing I swear only happens in schools but hey here's Getaway giving mayo vibes.

Fortress Maximus will go absolutely fucking nuts for pizza with extra cheese, whether it's in the crust or on the pizza hell i feel like he's the guy who'd ask for the cheese that ended up on the sides of the box when it got cut and Max goddamn right for this

Overlord just fucking eats the boxes that people throw into the basement because they're saving them for some cardboard creation but there's never enough for some reason

Atomizer doesn't care what kind of pizza he gets but he's a pizza thief who will beg everyone to give him their slice or take it if you leave it unattended because yes people do that and it's another only in highschool thing

Trailblazer hmmm he seems like a guy who likes cheese pizza with a reasonable sprinkling of garlic and mozzarella

Sunstreaker literally doesn't care but he prefers anchovies on his pizza, sometimes he has to fight to keep his slices away from Bob because that's my pizza damn it Bob shoo.

First aid also seems like a pepperoni guy but cringes at all the pizza war crimes he sees the others commit so he sneaks into his quarters to eat his.

Whirl's scraplet daughter will eat literally anything you give her so sometimes you've gotta forfeit your slice to her or forfeit your leg

Perceptor will eat barbecue sauce pizza and while he can probably explain it I'm willing to bully him for his choice instead

Ten would be a pizza dough bot and everyone worries about him getting salmonella but don't worry he won't because the power of friendship

Have you ever heard of buffalo chicken pizza? I wish I hadn't so I'm inflicting the love of it onto the entirety of the DJD because they love to see their victims cry as they realize they're gonna be forcefed the edible warcrime

[fairykukla]

Ok, look.

I'm a USAmerican, born and raised in the Midwest.

My father had grown up in a family of 12. He was very explicit that as an adult, he would no longer tolerate food that hid the protein away, like soups, casseroles, pastas, etc. He was also a teacher, in the USA, in the 70s-2000s. So he pretty much demanded a "meat and potatoes" diet on modest budget.

My poor mom defaulted to hambers and French fries most nights. Generally, 5 nights out of 7 we were eating burgers. 1/5 of a pound of ground beef, fried in a pan, and a couple of potatoes peeled, sliced, and fried in oil, then salted. Maybe a side dish of cut carrots, green peppers, or a small salad. (Leaves and carrots.) My father also needs his food to crunch, so those burgers were tiny, crispy hockey pucks.

I'm 100% over it. I've eaten more than a lifetime's worth of fucking burgers.

Then I started developing digestive issues as an adult. (Gee, I wonder why?!?) Once I worked out what my triggers were, I realized that I could no longer tolerate breaded and fried chicken or fish, any commercial seasoning blends, or peppers. Eventually I had to drop tomato sauces, too.

And then I was faced with inelegant choices if I needed fast food. I can't just walk into a Mexican or Chinese restaurant and assume that I can eat the food. I can't get chicken at the drive through. I have to bring my own dressing. I can't eat soup, unless I make it myself. I can't eat 90% of frozen meals. I started to get pretty creative about it, because I can't really afford Sushi all the time. I learned to love Indian food where Peppers aren't a specific ingredient.

Then Covid destroyed my sense of taste and smell.

Oh, I got some of it back, but I cannot even exist in a space where people are cooking garlic or onion. I can't get anything that smells like garlic or onion anywhere near my face, much less consume it. If it still smelled like garlic and onion, I'd be fine, but it's like a literal trash fire to me now.

So guess what I *can* eat?

Motherfucking hamburgers.

Go ahead. Suggest a food. Don't bother suggesting anything with even a trace of alums in it. Skip anything with MSG or free glutimates in large quantity (so no mushrooms, no Parmesan cheese, and no tomato sauces.) this means I'm double damned for all soup bases and salad dressings, btw. Oh, and I no longer have a gallbladder, so I can't do large amounts of fat at one time if you're thinking eggs or cheese.

Roast beef? Only if it hasn't been marinated in anything.

Fish? Sure, but not breaded and fried or seasoned with anything but lemon, salt and pepper. (Not lemon-pepper.)

Pork still tastes... A little off to me, though ham is sorta ok.

Peanut butter? Nope, sorry. Covid stole that from me, too.

So yeah, sometimes I eat burgers. Because I have to. I'd literally rather eat almost anything else. I wish I could eat empanadas, chicken satay, a meatball sub, or a nice salad instead. I haven't been able to eat tacos since the early 2000s. I can't even get a slice of pizza!

it sucks being an American because people from other countries will make fun of you for liking burger and you will try to be like NO! I EAT OTHER FOOD TOO! but you can't get the words out because you're too busy salivating over the idea of burger

[magicalsliceofpie]

Day 6-10

On day six I was so tired. All I remember eating was an omelet with cheese and some hot chocolate. I was stressed out because I was trying to finish up some final projects for class. I didn't finish them which stressed me out more.

On day seven I felt completely exhausted. I stayed in bed all day but I didn't do much. I tried to finish my final projects which were due the next morning but I was just so tired. I started feeling sorry for myself so I made some cookie dough and ate 6 good size cookies worth. I also made 2 packs of the cream carbonara ramen flavor from that spicy ramen brand. At the end of the day I almost finished the projects out of anxiety but I fell asleep anyway. I barely had any liquids that day. I did have a glass or two of milk.

On day eight I was woke up very sick. I finished my projects early in the morning and printed them out. I felt dizzy and disoriented but didn't have any other symptoms. Every time I get sick and think its something else I get told it was stress induced and I can't keep going to the doctor. So I just wrote it off and went to work and my late lab. At work I felt even worse and I just stopped by my lab to turn in my project and told my professor that I wasn't feeling good. He let me leave and I'm grateful for that. I could barely drive home. I also slept terrible with constant tossing and turning. That day I drank a cup of milk and ate a banana. I had one slice of pizza when I got home. I drank a lot of water and some sugar free Gatorade for the electrolytes.

On day nine I took my temperature and it was 100 on my forehead and 102 under my tongue. I didn't feel good at all and I called out of work and school. I drank even more liquids that day. Only water this time because the gatorade started to taste pretty bad. I couldn't stomach anything with sugar or even sweet after eating all that cookie dough on day seven. I ate two eggs and two prunes for breakfast. I puked up everything around lunch. For dinner I had clam chowder and a slice of sourdough.

On day ten I was starting to feel better. When I'm sick, throwing up signals the end of it. I ate one small pancake, I made a white rice with a bit of butter and salt, and I blended frozen blue berries, yogurt, and some local honey together. I went to my late lab to present my final project but I called out of work again. They don't mind calling out because they don't have a lot of staff and don't want anything to spread. One time something spread to half the company and from then on they rather you just stay home. One of my class professors asked for a doctors note and I don't know how to tell her that the doctors is too expensive for me right now and that this was likely stress induced anyway. So I just told her that I didn't have one but that I was unsafe to drive to work or school. That usually works but I haven't gotten an email back yet. When I got home I ate a handful of peanuts (lightly salted, no sugar) and a tortilla out of the fridge. My appetite hasn't returned quite yet.

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I didn't exercise or do my routine for any of those days. I managed to shower twice and do my laundry but that's about it. This is what my health is like. I have given up on going to the doctors because they tell me the same thing. It's stress. And I have no choice but to believe them because they ran so many tests that I could barely afford. Blood tests and stool samples and ultrasounds. There's nothing but a bit of fat around my liver and even that shouldn't cause any symptoms since it is barley noticeable on the ultrasound. I would like to believe that I have some mystery illness and the doctors aren't listening to me but they are listening.

Everything just keeps showing negative. I feel like I'm going crazy. I was in lab on day ten and someone told me "It seems like you are sick every week. Did they (the doctors) tell you what's wrong?" and it just stuck with me. Even the people I barley know can tell that I'm just not healthy. I push and push and push but it just makes it worse. I know I'm just ranting now but I am happy that I made healthy choices with my food this week. I am going to keep trying to eat healthy and exercise. This blog and the food journal I have been keeping will help me in the future. If there is something wrong with me I can prove it by showing that I'm living a healthy life style. And if there is nothing wrong with me then I can see the patterns of what makes me sick.

I'm trying to keep a positive outlook. I'm going to get back into routine very soon.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Call me, darling

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett Locke didn't expect the knock on his door so soon and when Finnegan Walker walked through the door, he knew something was wrong.

"Are you okay?"

He was wet but it was more than that, he just looked absolutely drained.

"Take off your jacket at least," he suggested when he got no response.

Finnegan heard his words and they were all perfectly reasonable but the weight of the day had settled on his shoulders and he couldn't seem to form a response except for...

"I should go."

For a million reasons, number one being that he wasn't going to be any sort of company tonight and if he was going to go into the office tomorrow and make anything happen, he needed to recharge, somehow.

"I don't think you should," Emmett said, slipping his hands underneath Finnegan's lapels and pushing his wool suit jacket over his shoulders.

He placed it gently over the back of the chair and still, Finnegan hadn't moved at all.

"What's wrong?"

Emmett's voice was comforting and melodic and his eyes showed nothing but concern. Finnegan had wanted to crumple at least three times during the afternoon but had stayed strong. This time he did.

"Everything," he sighed, his eyes downcast.

"Have you eaten?" Emmett asked.

He had obviously just come from work, his tie wasn't even loosened yet.

"I... no. There were bagels in the break room for lunch but that's it."

Emmett was surprised by that, didn't the vice president have someone to handle that for him?

"I can order you something or I might have leftovers in the fridge. I'm sure I have a can of soup in here somewhere and I always have frozen pizza."

At the word 'pizza' Finnegan perked up a bit.

"Pizza sounds really good."

It wasn't exactly a healthy dinner like his parents preferred but sometimes you just need what sounds good. Tonight definitely qualified.

"I'll order the good stuff if you're that excited. What do you want on it?"

"Anything is fine."

Because it was... he would just pick off anything he didn't like.

"Help me out here, Finnegan. Supreme? Veggie? Mountains of cheese?"

He was too mentally exhausted to not be honest for once.

"I like plain cheese but I'll eat anything."

He watched Emmett turn and grab his cell-phone was still standing next to the door when he returned. Emmett gave him a look but he wasn't sure exactly what it meant and then he slowly reached out, gently unfastening his tie and sliding it from underneath his collar. Expensive silk, no doubt. He placed it with Finnegan's jacket.

"Would you like to get out of the monkey suit? I can loan you some sweats."

He watched as Finnegan's eyes darted towards his couch and the fuzzy blanket laying across it.

"Just a t-shirt would be great. I'm fine in my boxers, unless it'll bother you."

Emmett decided he couldn't possibly be serious. What about that could possibly bother him?

"I'll be right back. Sit down and get out of those shoes. They're making my feet hurt just looking at them."

His shoes were comfortable but the belt he was more than ready to lose and his starched shirt came in a close second. He wasn't sure what to do about his socks. His feet were always cold but dress socks and boxers were a definite violation of the sock gap rule. He took them off and tucked them into his shoes and was just shimmying out of his pants when Emmett returned, handing him a boring t-shirt. It was better than nothing. Emmett certainly hadn't expected hot pink boxers with ice cream cones on them but given Finnegan's mood, he didn't think it was the right time to make a joke about them.

"I don't think it's ever taken me that long to pick a t-shirt before, Finnagan. I wasn't sure if I should bring out something that I liked, something well-worn and loved or if it should be like new because that would gross you out. We don't know each other well enough to share clothes yet. I hope this one works."

He was a little bit startled by Emmett sharing his insecurity so freely.

"It'll work but I like fun."

That shouldn't have surprised him. Why did he have this mental image in his head of Finnegan being so straight-laced when his tattoos and everything he was learning about the man so far, seemed to point in a totally different direction?

"Next time then."

He watched as Finnegan pulled on the shirt and curled up on the couch, tucking his feet up onto the cushion before pulling the blanket over himself. He picked up the remote and handed it to Finnegan because it was more than obvious that he didn't want to talk.

"Feel free. Find whatever you'd like."

"Thanks Emmett. I'm sorry for ruining your evening."

That wouldn't do... Emmett felt around to make sure he wasn't going to squash Finnegan's feet and then set on the end of the couch.

"I was going to watch TV and play with my ferret, you're not ruining any grand plans."

Finnegan couldn't help but smirk.

"Play with my ferret sounds really dirty, Emmett."

It did, he couldn't deny it.

"Lucky for you I already did it," he teased.

"Or unlucky," Finnegan sassed right back.

"Is this a smart TV?"

He looked at the remote to try to figure it out but it was a different set up than the one in his apartment.

"Wait... this one?" he asked, pressing the menu button.

"Yep, what are you looking for?"

"YouTube."

Finnegan found it quickly but when the search screen came up, he paused.

"Do you hate cartoons?"

What kind of question was that?

"No. I don't love them madly but what cartoons do you mean? I mean there's like South Park and the Simpsons which are very different from Dora the Explorer."

Finnegan was saved from answering by a sharp knock on its front door. He couldn't believe the pizza was here already but he could smell it from the couch and Emmett had a huge box in his hands. He wanted to offer to help but since he was pant-less he stayed exactly where he was... besides, it was chilly. He waited until Emmett closed the door and then followed him into the kitchen.

"Can I help?"

He needed to remember to drop a twenty dollars on the table before he left since his wallet was in his pants.

"Yeah. Eat something and talk if you want to darling, tell me why everything is wrong. If you don't want to talk, that's fine too. I'm going to steal a piece of your pizza."

He got a plate out for Finnegan but didn't bother getting himself one, just held the heavy slice with two hands.

"Sometimes toppings are overrated."

Finnegan almost answered with a dirty comeback about topping but he was too busy shoving pizza into his face. When he finally did speak it was only to moan.

"This is so good."

"It's literally a block and a half away. Tiny little hole in the wall but so, so good."

After his second piece Finnegan leaned back in the chair and wiped his hands off.

"Not everything sucks but work is a disaster right now. I've spent four months and three million getting ready for Monday and today it all went to shit. Plus, Megan is out because her kid's sick which makes everything twice as hard. I really don't know what I'm going to do."

Emmett barely knew the basics about what Finnegan did and certainly couldn't be of any help.

"I'm sorry. I would help if I could."

But he was.

"This helps. I had to get out of the office but for some reason I just couldn't face going home. I guess because I thought that if I went home then I would eat and go to sleep and it would be tomorrow already. That doesn't make sense, does it?"

"Makes perfect sense to me, routine can really get you down after a while."

The monotony of the Army had nearly driven him crazy on more than one occasion.

"You asked me about cartoons, what do you want to watch?"

He had several favorites but not all of them were available on YouTube and he wasn't sure how much he wanted to try to get away with tonight.

"Have you ever seen Space Ghost? Coast to coast," he added.

"I have, what's that evil dude's name? The praying mantis?"

Finnegan laughed.

"Zorak."

"Yeah and the other dude who sings the funny songs. Bric?"

"Brak," Finnegan corrected, laughing.

His songs are the best.

"I love beans, is a classic."

"A dude in my platoon loved that show, used to play it at night."

He struggled, trying to hum the song in his head that he couldn't quite remember.

"Wait, the days song. How does it go?"

"What day is it? Let's find it, I love that one."

"I can't believe I forgot," Emmett lamented.

"The days used to blur together in the desert and every time someone asked what time it was or what day it was, Phillips would break into song. Sometimes under his breath in formation. Even when we couldn't hear him, you knew he was doing it and people used to get in trouble for snickering and laughing all the damn time. He was funny."

While Finnegan played with the YouTube app, Emmett pulled the cushions off the back of the couch and laid down on his side.

"You've gotta share the blanket."

Finnegan glanced back once he found the right video. He had never snuggled on the couch with someone while watching cartoons but it seemed perfect. He did his best to get comfy and then whispered...

"Are you okay back there?"

"I'm good darling, relax."

So he did. For the next hour they went through video after video, laughing and snorting and generally enjoying themselves. He loved when Emmett's arm came down to wrap around his chest and snuggled in.

"Your couch is perfect. The one in my apartment is so hard."

"I like my couch too. Even more with you on it," Emmett answered.

Finnegan yawned so wide that his eyes watered.

"It's getting late," he whined, not wanting to go.

"It is," Emmett agreed, wondering if he should offer.

But hey, why not? Who ever turned down a blow job? The question was, how?

"Finnegan?"

"Yeah?"

"I know this is awkward but I'm more than happy to help you out tonight if it would help you relax, if you get my drift."

Finnegan understood right away but then second-guessed himself, replaying Emmett's words in his head.

"What are you offering?"

"A blow job or a hand job if you prefer. I thought it might make you feel better."

It would, of course. Even more than that, it was really thoughtful.

"I... I mean how can I say no?"

Without it being awkward he found himself on his back, Emmett above him and slowly sliding down towards his waist. He gripped his bicep, halting him, then pulled him down for a kiss.

"I've never gotten a BJ from someone with facial hair. Should I be nervous?"

"No one has ever complained."

Not that there had been many. He wondered briefly if Finnegan might be pierced because it was just something that this complicated man might do but no, he had a perfectly nice circumcised cock and was trimmed neatly.

"Nice," he murmured, teasing Finnegan with his tongue before taking him into his mouth.

He didn't waste time, simply did his best to make Finnegan feel good. He thanked his lucky stars that Finnegan was vocal and responsive and used the gorgeous noises coming out of his mouth to help get him off.

"Jesus Emmett, that was so good," Finnegan half gasped, still catching his breath.

"Your turn?"

He couldn't remember the last time he had turned down an offer but he knew how rough Finnegan's day had been and it really was getting late, considering that he still had to drive home.

"I'll take a rain check. It's getting late."

Hopefully he could cash it in soon. Finnegan didn't argue, just sat up and started pulling on his pants.

"You know what they say about guys who don't have sex on the first date?"

Emmett could only shrug.

"They say they have tiny dicks."

Emmett's eyes widened.

"Is that so?"

He followed Finnegan to the door and kissed him hard, grinding himself against Finnegan's hip.

"Does that feel tiny to you?"

"No, no," he replied, grinning.

"Feels pretty damn perfect but I just needed to check."

He casually reached down and palmed Emmett through his pants.

"Perfect. I'm glad you're not a racehorse either."

"Nothing porn worthy in there, no."

"Good. I was a little bit of a slut in college but isn't everyone? Anyway, went out with a guy and he kept bragging about the great time I was going to have. Yes, he was creep. Anyway, long story short, you know what having a ginormous dick got him? A blow job, Emmett, a blow job. I had things to do the next day, like walk."

Emmett had covered his mouth with his hand about halfway through that story and at the end all he could do was laugh.

"You crack me up, Finnegan."

"Good. Thanks for tonight... for everything."

He walked Finnegan to his car, holding onto the door as he climbed inside.

"You're welcome. Drive safe, darling."

It wasn't the first time Emmett had called him that but it seemed to be slipping out more and more frequently.

He'd never really liked pet names but...

"You know what, Emmett? I think I like you calling me that."

"Good. Text me when you're home, please."

"I will. Good night Emmett."

[sminny-wew]

Sonic characters and how good I think they are at cooking

Sonic: Only knows how to heat up frozen foods and pour milk on cereal

Tails: He's good at following directions but he's not about to pull a Ratatouille

Knuckles: Angel Island is largely wilderness so he probably only knows how to forage, but he knows his spices

Amy: A goddess in the kitchen, can sauté mushrooms as effortlessly as she can boil sugar into caramel; according to Sonic X she wants to open her own restaurant and I love that for her

Cream: Can't use the stove or sharp utensils without adult supervision but she's a very good helper; learned by watching her mom and Amy

Shadow: This guy eats raw coffee beans and pizza rolls, I doubt he's ever LOOKED at a pot of water (he also probably ate freeze-dried foods on the ARK)

Rouge: She might know how to prep drinks (both alcoholic and not, despite being under 21) but that's about it

Omega: I hope you like your kitchen destroyed and your food cartoonishly burnt to ashes

Eggman: Why bother making your own food when you have robots (and Agent Stone) to do that for you? (That might explain why Chip thinks all the food at Eggmanland is disgusting)

Agent Stone: A TOTAL coffee snob, obviously; went to all the best culinary schools and isn't afraid to flaunt it; he may be a villain but if you ask for nondairy milk he'll give you nondairy milk b/c only a monster would swap it out for cow's milk

Blaze: Sonic Channel artwork has shown that she burns everything she cooks

Silver: This boy has only eaten concrete in his entire life and is driven to tears of joy by the taste of canned chicken noodle soup; if Amy took him under her wing he might be pretty good at it

Team Chaotix: In true Dad fashion, Vector can work a grill, make grilled cheese, and boil pasta; Espio is probably decent at meal prep and willing to help Vector in the kitchen; Charmy is six so he's allowed to stir the bowl, decorate, and nothing else

Big: He only knows how to cook one thing and it's fish; he and Amy could probably tag-team on a nice fish dinner tho

Vanilla: Shadow got excited during the Twitter Takeover when Tails said she was making dinner so I don't think I need to say anything

Gemerl: He's not nearly as bad as Omega but he feels more comfortable setting the table and leaving the cooking to Vanilla

Babylon Rogues: Storm is the only reason Jet and Wave aren't subsisting off of takeout and junk; I like to think he knows/has some of their ancestors' recipes

Sticks: Same as Knuckles; refuses to eat anything that came out of a microwave because something something government surveillance

Infinite: He just barely knows how to hunt and cook what he catches (probably relied on someone else in his old squad to do all the cooking)

Mighty and Ray: Mighty probably learned to grill from Vector; Ray gets nervous about using the stove/oven so he just lets Mighty handle it

Tangle: Seems like she'd burn the kitchen down but is a surprisingly capable cook, doesn't do anything too fancy tho; watches a lot of Tasty recipes

Whisper: Also a forager but has a sweet tooth; do not let her into your kitchen

Jewel: Can make a pretty bomb-ass salad

Rough & Tumble: Takeout gremlins; their attacks are based on skunk spray so I wouldn't trust them in my worst enemies' kitchens

Belle: Has the tools to cook b/c she's a robot but she can't taste anything so she has no idea how good it'd be; better off helping another cook

Surge: I WOULDN'T LET THIS LITTLE FREAK (affectionate) NEAR A TOASTER

Kit: Same as Tails but he usually only wants to eat Kid Cuisine (Tails eats Lunchables)

Starline: He can brew tea and that's it; "Cooking is for robots, poors, and slave labor"

Deadly Six: Bold of you to assume these guys do ANYTHING for themselves other than fight

[strongsassysexysloane]

Twelfth day of Twelve - A Finale Worth Waiting For.

A/N - well. I made it. >.< Thank you for all the likes and love. I really did enjoy writing these no matter how tired I have been ( I just slept 11hrs) I hope you enjoy it as much I just did writing it.

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The day had finally come and to say you'd woken up with a bounce in your step was an understatement. Regrettably and something you wouldn't share with anyone if they asked was that you ran to your front door when your eyes popped open at 0710.

Nothing was there of course but a thin layer of snow dusting your front porch. You'd even gone to your regular coffee shop this morning just in case they dropped it off there or ordered you something but Sharon didn't have anything for you but a knowing smile. So you order a cup to go and a freshly baked muffin to fill you up.

You'd stayed home all day other than the coffee run, never mind the things you needed at the shops you wanted to catch the person of they dropped something off. It was day 12, finale, so where was the surprise?

All your hopes and prayers were on it being Jacqueline, to no one's surprise, but there was massive doubt that it was actually her. She had an outstanding poker face, spending so much time with her last night, she gave nothing away even when you hinted towards it and there was no way she could be pulled it off unless she had help. Help in the form of the team and no one was that good at hiding secrets other than Gibbs. There was no way he would be in on it.

You thought about all the gifts, all the time it took for this person to go to so much effort, not just to get them, but to plan and organise it all so it was a secret.

It was getting late, the hope for the twelfth day was fading as the sun went down bit you pottered around your place, tidying up at bit as.youd neglected your home from working so much.

There was a sound that came from your front door and you sprung to check but there was nothing. Only footprints on the snow of a bird landing there and taking off again. You'd checked your front door more times than you'd like to admit today. Even Ellie had messaged twice, once at lunch and then an hour ago even though you assured her you would let her know when you found out. Your gut was telling you she knew something and was busting at the seems to tell you. If today was a work day you knew the secret would be out by now.

The sun was almost gone on another chilly December day and you were thinking about dinner. There was hardly anything in the fridge or pantry, you really shouldve done a quick shop while you were out for coffee. The only thing left that resembled some kind of dinner was a frozen cheese pizza so you turned on your oven, not wanting to go out for takeout and not wanting to spend the money on delivery. The snow had started to fall about an hour ago and you knew delivery would take longer, patience was lost around 0900 this morning.

You were about to unwrap the plastic from the pizza when the door bell rang. Your stomach dropped but your heartrate tripled and you couldn't move. The thought that it was just another delivery with no clue had crossed your mind but would the person be that sneakily cruel?

Yes.

They'd clearly been close enough the past 12 days to hear one or more of your conversations so...There was that hope again.

The knocker thumped three more times and your legs managed to skip to the front door in a calm manor unlike the pace of your heart right now. Taking a deep breath, you plastered a on smile your very nervous face and twisted the door handle.

The door cracked open a few inches and there was silence. A million things running through your mind all stilled when you finally got your answer.

"I was going to get Ellie to rock up and video your reaction but I thought, best not." She waited for you to say something, do something but you were searching for the right words. "Well, you going to let me in?" She shivered, looking around nervously as the snow started to pour down again.

You were shocked. The moment you'd been waiting for for twelve days was here and you had no words. Well, you had one. "Why?"

"Why should you let me in? Well the food is getting cold as I got your favourite from the little Italian place across town and it's been a traffic filled drive because no one in DC knows how to drive in snow so I took some back streets to get to your place so-"

"No, Jack. Why?" You were gripping onto your solid wooden door for life. She was nervous too, you could tell by her avoidance of eye contact and rambling. You couldn't tell if her cheeks were pink because of the chill or the situation.

Covering her mouth and clearing her throat, she looked up at you then. The first actual solid eye contact since you opened the door. "As good as I am at reading people and figuring out what to say at work. When it comes to this-" She gestured with her spare hand between you both. "- I fall awfully short." She paused, looking down again and you opened the door. "Thank you." She smiled, walking past you but you grabbed her hand to stop her in the doorway.

"You didn't need to buy me gifts to tell me you..." You didn't know how to finish that sentence. To date you? lo- no.

"I've always enjoyed buying gifts for people and receiving them, of course, but seeing your face, albeit frustrated sometimes, it was worth the surprise tonight." She shook off the cold and some snow fell to the floor.

"Jack!" You tugged her, closing the door and grabbing the bag of takeout from her and putting it on your small entry table. You laced your fingers together and brought your other hand up to cup her face, her eyes finally meeting yours. "Please."

She smiled, a soft curve to her lips and the best gift of happened, she was kissing you. Your eyes took a second to fall shut at the sudden soft contact. You melted into each other, her hand gripping your waist, grounding you while the soft kiss turned heated.

She pulled apart just far enough to catch her breath, your laced hands falling away as you picked up the takeout and lead her into your lounge room. The kiss had ignited something in you, you felt invincible and the nerves suddenly vanished. Nothing was said while you unpacked the meals she brought, you were about you hop up to get cutlery because the wooden ones they'd given you just wouldn't do but her hand squeezed your thigh stopping you in your tracks.

Your heart rate picked up again, not from nerves but from her touch. You hadn't looked at her since the kiss, although you felt like you could do anything right now, you couldn't look at her and see regret in her eyes. Unsure why you suddenly felt that way was a shock but -

"Y/n.." She breathed, her hand moving in soft circles over your thigh.

The low tone, almost a whisper, made you swallow hard. Her hand came up to cup your cheek and guide you this time to look into her eyes.

"Y/n -"

"Jack, please stop saying my name like that. I need dinner before I can do the things that that voice makes me want to do..." You rolled your eyes at how bad that sounded but relief came when her lips curved into a sultry smirk. Your avoidance of emotions wasn't lost on her but for now it would have to do.

"Fine. Dinner then dessert."

"Oh my god you didn't bring dessert did you?" She kissed you instead of replying, the answer on her tongue as she explored your mouth once more. "Right.. Shut up." You poked your tongue at her cheeky expression before turning back to dinner.

Surprisingly you managed to eat all the dinner before the make out session returned. At this point you were unsure if the dinner or her was the twelfth gift.

"What are you laughing at?" Her hand came up to cup the side of your face as her other ran down the side of your body, slipping under your shirt, again.

You were both stretched out on your sofa, Jack slipped in between you and the back of the sofa. You couldn't stop looking at her. "I wasn't laughing."

Her lips came down and ghosted over yours. "Your eyes were." She murmured before kissing you hard and fast.

You swallowed when she broke free, such a tease. "Was wondering what my day 12 gift actually was?" You smirked and squirmed under her ticklish feather light touch. You'd get her back for it later.

"In other words me or the dinner?" She said with a raised brow.

This time you did laugh.

"Think I got the best gift..." It was almost a whisper and you immediately stopped laughing and saw how serious she was.

You rolled onto you side so you were face to face. Your fingers tucking a few strands of hair that had fallen over her face, behind her ear. "Think we have different opinions there." You bumped your nose against hers, lightening the mood.

You were rewarded with a cute curve to her lips. "Don't fight me on this. You'll lose."

"I'm sure to lose many things that will come up in the next few months but my feelings for you. You can't win." You heart picked up, the feelings you just have away were much more than you planned in revealing.

She brushed her nose against yours, placing a gentle kiss to your lips which you tried so hard to extend but you pushed back with a laugh. "As much as I want to kiss you til the sun comes back up on Monday morning. I need to say something."

"Of course you do." You smirked at the light shove you got but you didn't care what she did to you. Right now Jacqueline Sloane was on your couch, in the middle of make out sessions. If you died tomorrow you'd be a happiest person in the world.

"I'm definitely going to win all the arguments over the next many years."

With that there was nothing else to say, the past twelve days had been fun and exciting with all the gifts you'd received but nothing compared to day twelve.

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I tried so hard. SO hard to not make who the gift giver was so obvious but like... You all know what stories I write. If Jack Sloane isn't the centre of the story then why am I writing it??

Drop a comment, I'd love to hear from all of you :)

[pbandjesse]

Im having a sleepy day. But i have the heat on and im on my flannel pjs and im drinking a milkshake out of my cactus cup and things are good.

Since it was the day after an overnight it's a 10 hour work day and a day off all in one. So tha2gs pretty nice. And i did sleep okay last night. I was just really tired so that helped. I stayed up and talked to Jordan for a bit but it was raining and cold and i was looking forwaed to getting some rest.

I keep losing my new chapstick. Last night somehow misplaced it and I spent almost a half an hour looking for it. I got in change so I thought maybe I dropped it there. I was in and out of the ship and Museum and I was everywhere. I couldn't find it. I eventually found it in the goat Locker where the lost and found is. Because I taken a hoodie that was in there. And then the box of Lost and Found stuff fell on top of me so it must have knocked my Chapstick under the ground at some point while I was in there cleaning it up. I was just glad to find it again.

It was a very cold last night. I was okay and my sleeping bag and extra flannelly blanket. But I still got woken up a few times because I was Tangled or my sock fell off. When I woke up at 2 a.m. to use the bathroom somebody's phone was going off and just making all this noise. So I had to go and find the person. And I ended up just pulling their phone out of their sweatshirt pocket that was hanging up on the wall and turning the phone off. And then at some point there was a big crash. It sounds like it came from above us and no one came down to see what was going on or tell us something that happened so Jordan.

I felt okay in the morning when my alarm went off. I went and got washed and fix myself up. I mostly just court all the clothes I brought so still very cold. And then I went to make the breakfast and Jordan went to wake everybody up. It was an okay morning. Cold still. Not as rainy. I did the gun drill and had the kids run the actual program themselves. Calling the commands and stuff. It's a one little girl was so small and have the softest voice. It was a very funny seeing her do all the commands. But she did a really good job. We're under the gun drilled 5 or 6 times and they got really fast by then. It was fun watching them do it. The mom was dropped one of the employment in the harbor but she didn't so it was all good.

Jordan to the firing. We had a misfire for the first one again probably just because of water in the barrel. And then I finish cleaning up. And everybody went home. Me and Jordan were there until about 9:30 finishing paperwork and helping Frank clean. It was a fine day. I somehow lost my Chapstick again. But I didn't end up finding it was all the way down on the ship. While I was walking around the ship I was looking for trash and just making sure everything was away and I was in the hold and I notice that there is a big piece of wood on the ribs. That I don't remember being there. I'm staring at it for a while and I'm like could that be what made the sound last night? And I just couldn't figure out if I remember it being there. But I decided I would just let Jordan know.

I go upstairs and I tell Jordan hey like I don't know did you hear that bang and he thought maybe it was the sign that's on the top deck which sometimes does get knocked over which make the sound. But he said he would go look. He was like that was not there. So I went down and take pictures of it which is what you see above. And we sent them to Amy and to the site manager and they were like well that's not good so yeah a big piece of consolation fell down last night. No idea what they'll do about that.

We headed back over to take me to drop everything off. During help me finish my quiz that I had to fix. And then I bite home. I looked crazy because I had my blanket wrapped around me. Because my jacket wasn't warm enough to keep the rain out. But I got home and I wasn't too Frozen or wet. I got a shower and I made an egg sandwich. And I got into bed. James had gone to go get his bike fixed but he was going to come see me right afterwards. And he got here around noon.

I have been home for over an hour at that point but I just wasn't able to fall asleep. I think because I knew he was coming and my brain was just like got to stay awake. Can't waste the day. Because I knew he had to go to an overnight at 4. So we weren't getting a lot of time today and tomorrow is going to be very similar. But he came and we laid in bed and talked. It was really nice to see him. I had a weird moment where I was so delirious and he didn't look like himself for a second. And it kind of threw me off. But it was really nice being with him. And eventually I was able to fall asleep.

We got out of bed around 2 and went to work at my studio. It's easier to keep that room warm in the daytime when I need to be doing work rather than sit in the living room. My bedroom is okay to heat but the living room is a little hard with having the big hole in the ground to leading to the basement. So we work down there and I work on necklaces while he took photographs of pieces that are going up on the app see. I worked on the fantasy hockey boys drawing. He helped me figure out which ones I needed to change. And it was fun looking at the actual photos with him compared to my interpretations. I got a big kick out of that. He says he's going to share it with the guys he's playing the league with. So I'm excited to hear that feedback as well. It's such a silly little project but I'm really enjoying doing it. I like thinking my pencil drawings. But I don't usually have much inspiration for drawing so having a solid project was nice.

James left here around 3 so he can get something to eat and I haven't up ordering take-out that I regretted. I mean it was fine I just don't really want to eat as much fried food as I have been. So I'm going to make an effort to not eat out as much this week or at least not fried things. Like soup and stuff will be okay, salads. But the last two things I've gotten eating out I felt bad about. I did get a big enough Pizza that I can have two more meals out of it so I don't feel as bad about how much it cost but I still am trying to not eat as much greasy food. Because she's making me feel bad. I'm going to go to the grocery store in the morning and get eggs and cheese. I'll probably try to get some like quick races as well and maybe some soup so I won't have to buy things outside of my apartment.

I spent basically the rest of the night in my studio. I worked on art for a while. And I painted a little. I cuddled with sweet pea a lot and I started reading. It was like the first day since what feels like the spring that I've had the brain power or attention span to actually read. So that was nice. I really hope that I can get that back because while I had a great summer it's been a little hard that I haven't been actually reading. Cuz I love reading. But yeah it was just a nice night and my studio. I came up here about an hour ago and I've been watching videos and I made a milkshake. I think I'm going to do my eyebrows and get ready for bed. Tomorrow I want to wake up early so I can go to the store and then come back here. James is going to come back here after his over night. And if all goes according to plan we're going to carve our pumpkins finally. Because Halloween is in two days 3 days? We really need to get that. It's nice having pumpkins around but I would really like to carve them. But I'm just hoping for a nice day with my favorite boy. And hopefully I won't be cold and I can be comfortable and make fun things and it will be a good day. I hope you all have a good night tonight. Sleep well. Stay warm. Have fun.