#penne chef

[fennecfics]

Gino babysits Penne

Felt like making TikTok videos again after almost a year, I’m posting all of them on the TikTok account @fennec_of_fics :)!!

[stupid-kh-fankids-askblog]

Angel stepped in, a bit tired.

"Okay, I know this is a scary question, but have either of you seen my gun? I've been trying to summon it but no matter what it won't show up and I'd rather not have to explain to either dad I lost my gun--."

Noel immediately became confused and agitated. “WHY THE HELL WOULD I KNOW WHERE YOUR GUN IS?!!”

Penne’s inner thoughts: “should I tell them I eated the gun..?”

[angel-hair-tetrology]

Angel will you ever come to terms with the burning inferno of existentialism and depersonalization inside of you?

Angel stares at the ask, silently for a moment.

"So this is how this starts, huh." She sighs, before brushing some of his hair out of his face.

"No? No, I don't think I'll ever be over it. Come to terms with it, maybe, with enough help, but getting over not having a childhood isn't exactly possible."

He sighs. "...at least Penne gets one. She deserves it."

[fennecfics]

AAAAAA IM SCREAMING ITS MY GIRL!!

You drew her so well oh my god….. thank you so much, she looks like such a sweetiepie in your style..

I love @fennecfics penne helloooo

[kidoas]

Truffle cream ravioli with Parmesan

One of my fav dishes of all time

[avpdcomic]

everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days

[yrdykehusband]

eating plain pasta like an autistic beast rn

[fieriframes]

[AND, CHEF, WE'RE STARTING OFF WITH PENNE RIGATE? PENNE RIGATE. RIGATE IS THE LITTLE RIDGES AND THE HASTY STROKE OFT GOES ASTRAY. IT HOLDS THE SAUCE REAL WELL, SO I GUESS IT WOULD WORK GOOD FOR--FOR MAC AND CHEESE, BUT THAT'S NOT TYPICALLY WHAT YOU FIND FOR MAC AND CHEESE.]

[fennecfics]

Holy shit Noel’s birthday is like 4 months from now-

*sniff sniffle* ..my little girlfail’s gonna be 18 soon…

THEY GROW UP SO FASSTTT

Same thing with Penne, she’s gonna be 10 in June, that’s so crazy

also yea I’m aging them up with every birthday they have and there will be design changes when they get like- OLDER OLDER like with Noel being a full grown adult that can drink and Penne being a teen kind of old

[stupid-kh-fankids-askblog]

DAILY OC FUN FACT #1:

Penne’s special interest is sharks! She has a plush shark named Chompers, she sleeps with it and she carries it with her all over the house.

But she doesn’t take it outside, her dads won’t let her, they know if she does she’d either tear it up or get it dirty.

[gastronomia-em-casa]

Penne ao molho de mostarda ‐ Receita perfeita para seu final de semana ☺

[leathercircuits]

I for one absolutely love the You season five finale because did you guys seriously think a narcissistic psychopath deserved a happy ending? Not only did Joe call out the weirdos who romanticize/justify his actions but it’s also him still taking zero accountability and finding yet another person (the audience) to blame for said actions. I just KNOW Penn Badgley wrote that line himself. Chefs kiss

[star--stilinski]

EVERYONE. GUESS WHAT. @obriengf AND I ARE HAVING A SPRING WEDDING AND YOU'RE ALL INVITED BECAUSE THEY FOUND THIS FIC. ALL TOGETHER MY ANONS SAY "THANK YOU JEMMA" AND GO READ HER FIC ABOUT STILES BEING DAD MATERIAL. IT'S ONE OF THE STILES FIC GOATS. OMG. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH JEMMA.

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you're practically vibrating with nerves when you approach stiles' front door, wearing your favorite date night dress and holding a small container of home baked cookies.

sure, you've met noah stilinski in passing. but you hadn't really met him met him and part of you was grateful. it would be so awkward if you were familiar with the sheriff (for the wrong reasons) and he turned out to be your boyfriend's dad.

you only have to knock twice for stiles to swing the door open. he's smiling, a bit disheveled, and he's got... flour on his face?

"hey, come on in, we were just finishing up dinner. what's in the box?" he ushers you inside and leads you through his home, stopping just before the kitchen to smile down at you.

"oh, just a little something to ensure parental approval." you joke, shaking the tupperware gently. stiles laughs and wastes no more time taking the container out of your hands to set on a nearby hallway table, pulling you into a hug. you inhale his scent deeply and feel him do the same to you, squeezing you tightly against him.

"you smell nice." he mumbles into your hair. "missed you."

"you saw me yesterday."

"yeah, and i missed you afterwards. okay, come on." he kisses the top of your head and pulls back, hands sliding down your arms to hold your hand. "burnt pasta awaits."

you don't dare ask how he burnt the pasta when stiles turns a corner and leads you into the very room his dad is standing, mixing a pot of penne pasta. he looks up and smiles politely when he sees you, and you do your best to return the smile with confidence (and not fear of rejection).

"dad," stiles hums excitedly, "this is my girlfriend. girlfriend, dad."

"nice to meet you, sir." you hum. you step forward and shake his hand, meeting his eyes.

"ah, the pleasure's all mine." his handshake is firm and he's grinning kind of like stiles does when he's about to make fun of you. "my son won't shut up about you, it was about time."

you blush and laugh, glancing back at stiles, who snakes his arms around your waist and presses his cheek to the side of your head. "that's very true, she's already gotten that comment from scott."

eyes widening, you feel even hotter with embarrassment. stiles is acting like a theme park couple, one of his hands squeezing your waist where he knows it tickles. you squeak and jump back, wiggling out of his arms. he smiles all dopily at you.

"alright," noah claps his hands together, seemingly not even noticing the interaction. "who's ready for burnt pasta?"

you clear your throat, throwing stiles a bit of a warning look before turning your attention to noah. "i've heard about this, i'm curious to see what burnt pasta could taste like. i'd love a bowl."

noah laughs and dishes you up some, leaving you to bask silently in the victorious (accidental) joke. meanwhile, stiles tucks some of your hair behind your ear and smirks.

"me, too. we never really cook, so it's got to have something wrong with it." he turns to his dad. "dish me up some, chef!"

"you can dish some up yourself. i'm only getting it for our lovely guest." noah looks unimpressed with stiles, waving the wooden pasta spoon at him. "don't think you get off just because you have her to hide behind."

stiles makes a "wha-hey!" noise and scoffs, reluctantly grabbing himself a bowl and scooping out some pasta, bringing both of your dishes to the table. once you're all sat, you thank them both for dinner and ask noah about his work.

and you swear, on your life, you're trying to focus.

but with stiles' big, veiny hand on your thigh like a lifeline, it's a bit fucking difficult.

you know stiles likes touch. but when his fingertips are pushing the hem of your dress up a bit to caress your upper thigh? you swallow thickly. in front of his father, of all people!

you tune back in when stiles starts relaying a funny story. his unoccupied hand reaches across himself and lays on top of your hand as he gets animated, explaining scott's hilarious mistake to his dad with enthusiasm. once he finishes, his hand slides away from yours and the one on your thigh squeezes lightly. "do you guys wanna watch a movie?"

"i rented close encounters of the third kind." noah smirks, pointing at stiles. you watch as stiles gives you a bashful look.

"my dad has an affinity for alien media. you'll learn this sooner than you think."

"they're real!" noah seems only half-joking as he gathers your dishes and makes for the kitchen. "just you wait, you'll be wishing you listened to me."

"yeah, okay dad." hums your boyfriend, waiting for his dad to be out of earshot. once you're safe, he pulls his chair impossibly closer to you. "so, how's it going?"

you blink, still blushing from the whole thigh-hand thing. "oh, uhm, good. right? i think it's going alright."

he nods, standing. you follow and let him cup your face. "i think it's going great. he likes you."

"do you say that to all the girls?" you joke, letting him glance down at your mouth obviously. if stiles wants to make a move on you now that you're dating, he usually does. he hums and laughs a little, pushing your hair out of the way.

"only the pretty ones." he leans down and kisses you, briefly. by the time he's pulling back you've forgotten your manners, pulling him by the t-shirt weakly to keep going. he laughs at you, nibbling his lower lip. "when do you need to be home?"

you glance to the side. "soon, probably. how long is the movie?"

"...two and a half hours."

"yeah," you smile apologetically. "i won't make that. sorry, sti'."

"it's okay babe. my dad and i will probably talk through the whole thing. or worse, we'll kill whoever does talk. it's best if you leave on a good note. c'mon."

you follow blindly as he leads you through the house to the living room, pulling you into his side and wrapping his arms around you loosely. his dad is sat on the couch pulling up the movie, and he turns to look at you guys. he seems only mildly phased by stiles' touchiness. you blush, completely mortified at the inappropriateness of it.

"dad," stiles muses. "she's gotta go."

"ah, alright." noah slaps his thighs and stands, and stiles only moves from your side to behind you, holding your hips lightly as his father approaches. "it was so great to finally meet you. thank you for coming."

you smile and shake his hand, doing your best to ignore stiles' too-comfortable hands. "thank you for dinner, sorry i can't stay."

he shakes his head and waves like 'no problem', but he doesn't get to speak it as stiles perks up. "oh shit, the cookies! we have to try them in front of you!"

"stiles, i'm sure that's not-"

"i'll go grab them, be right back." and he's gone.

you make eye contact with sheriff stilinski, watch as he sizes you up and smiles softly. "i'm sure you're a bit put off by the touching?"

"it's... not unusual. just not so..."

"confident?"

"yes," you laugh, flustered and warm, and glance to where stiles ran off. you can both hear him rummaging around. "i'm sorry about it. i don't want you to think we're immature."

noah shakes his head. "believe it or not, it means good things. i don't know how much he talks about it, but..."

noah stilinski looks off, clenches his jaw. "stiles used to hang off of his mother like that. constantly touching, holding. he used to do it with me, too. a lot. and then, after claudia passed... he just stopped. didn't touch, even hug. the first year was the worst. he's much better, but we don't do much loving anymore. not as much as i should be."

he looks back at you, dead in your eyes. "you're the first person i've seen him so comfortable with. physically, i mean. he holds you almost exactly how he used to hang off of his mother. save for a bit of..." noah clears his throat. "romantic tendencies."

you feel your heart swell; you remember when stiles first got all touchy, that night after you had really dug in, actually had a conversation about the nitty gritty of each other. it had been the first month into dating. he had wandering hands ever since, fully subconsciously.

before you can respond (what are you supposed to say? your boyfriend's dad basically just told you that his son loves you in a way he hasn't loved anyone before), stiles comes barreling back in.

"found 'em! they were on the hallway table, imagine that!" he slings an arm over your shoulder and it makes you all fuzzy in the chest. "okay, lets try them. open the lid, babe. my hands are full."

his hand that isn't offering you the container full of cookies is too busy running through your hair. you smile and gently take the container from him, only giving him another hand to put on you.

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later, when he walks you to your car and kisses you goodnight, he can't stop talking about how good the night went. you smile into the kiss (he tastes like chocolate chips) and lean back against the drivers side door (his hands are on your hips your cheeks your neck your sides) as he kisses all over your jaw and cheeks and finally, your lips.

"i love you." he whispers against you as he pulls away. you can feel his hands tighten against your body. he's nervous.

"i love you too, stiles." you smile up at him, feeling your heart flutter as he leans in for more.

☆

another bad boy from the vault!! don't forget to like, subscribe, and drop into my inbox with that daydream you've been having about stiles for weeks on end. you know the one.

[our-tale]

LOOK AT THEM!!! As I said Pixel art is hard for me so I stand in awe <3 PR and Penn look so good!! Thank you so much >w<

Some pixel work! These were a lot of fun to make!

First one is PR (Ourtale) by : @our-tale @arshell

Second Onni’s Gaster Blaster

Third Sprite Penn

[yenhan]

TF141 as types of pasta

Masterlist

Gaz — Penne rigate

Precise, straightforward, and always reliable. Penne is a classic. But only ridged ones, none of that smooth nonsense! We want flavor! Combined with a good homemade sauce? Chef's kiss. Kyle is the friend who shows up to help you move house before you even ask. The man who remembers every date and every little thing you mention. He has a practical soul, gets right to the heart of the matter, and offers you solutions to solve all your problems. Just like sauce gets into the ridges of the pasta.

Soap — Ruote (Wheels)

It’s no’ a funny shape, pal. It’s practical! Ye can keep the bairns busy wi’ it, build wee Lego lookin’ things, an’ still eat the lot! Please, I think he would them, don't judge. I'd make cars with pasta and leftover bread and play with him. And the kids, lots of kids. A whole kindergarten playing with ruote. Johnny would be the class president.

Price — Stelline (little stars)

Now, Price is the old man. As a captain, the amount of responsibilities he carries is massive. I'd let him do my taxes and pay my stuff just because he's that kind of man, you know? He wants his loved ones to trust him, to rely on him. And I do, I trust him as much as I trust stelline to cure me when I'm sick. Cold, fever, being literally on the brink of death. Whatever, stelline can and will save you. Stelline in broth? Absolute banger.

Ghost — Conchiglie (shells)

I have a love-hate relationship with conchiglie. When the sauce goes inside and you have a perfectly balanced bite at your disposal? Lovely. However, they're also damn hard to grab. Maybe I'm dumb (or maybe my mum overcooks them), but they're so slippery for no reason? And that's how I see Simon. He can be either the best, most attentive person alive, even with an emotional intelligence as deep as a puddle, or a mysterious c*nt. Plain and simple. Either way, I love him.

[syrupsyche]

Les Mis characters as pasta types/shapes

Disclaimer: Not Italian, not a chef, just a girl who's procrastinating way too hard on her assignments right now.

One can also blame @combeferres-mothematics for starting this train of thought...

Myriel: Cappelletti, really only bc they look like little bishop hats to me.

Valjean: Spaghetti. A classic, everyman pasta to suit his average, everyman name/persona.

Fantine: Mafaldine, also known as Riccia. Looks like an unfurled ribbon, named after Princess Mafalda. Reminds me of Fantine's curly golden hair (Riccia, too, means curly!)

Cosette: Orecchiette. The "little ears" pasta, to match her nickname "little thing".

Javert: Penne lisce. Commonly disliked because its been too smoothed out and can't hold onto sauces as such. Would be much better if it still retained its rough edges like the penne rigate. (Penne is one of my favourite pastas so don't kill me Javert lovers)

Marius: Elbow Macaroni. A little goofy, but like Valjean, its very much a classic, everyman pasta. Suits his self/reader-insert persona.

Enjolras: Angel hair. Sorry this was too easy to not grab at it.

Grantaire: Lasagna, solely because he's very Garfield-core to me

Bonus:

All of Les Amis de l'ABC: Alphabet Spaghetti. They're friends of the ABC after all!

Tholomyès: Dick pasta. Quite literally self-explanatory. Idea courtesy of @calico-cows .

Part 2 coming soon.....?