request: yes by @madsmadeit
warnings: my bad writing…?
summary: chris’ chef skills are put on blast.
also^2: i coulda sworn i posted this seven years ago but ok bro😭sorry it’s late
chris sturniolo x fem!reader
“chris…?” you hummed, peaking into the dimly lit kitchen to see your boyfriend by the stove.
he turns around with a pot full of noodles in his hand as he gives you a small smile. you waltzed into the kitchen and set the grocery bags down, pulling out the salad and breadsticks you’d just picked up at the grocery store.
“so you told me to not order from little italy because you wanted to cook the spaghetti for noodle night?” you hummed, grabbing a cookie sheet so you could cook the breadsticks.
“mhmm, and don’t tell donatello this,” he hummed, referencing the owner of y’all’s favorite italian restaurant, “but i think this spaghetti is gonna top his.”
“oh wow, you’re pretty brave for that baby. you know donatello and his family make the best italian in boston.” you giggled, sliding the cookie sheet into the oven.
“you’ve also never, ever made spaghetti chris… why so confident today?” you asked, grabbing the bag of lettuce to make caesar salad.
“well, i wanted to make my princess a special little meal, seeing as it is our one year anniversary of the invention of noodle night,” chris said, grabbing two plates and putting even servings of noodles on them.
“noodle night” as the two of you called it was a designated night during the week that you’d enjoy various noodles and noodle dishes.
“aww baby, you remembered,” you said, tossing the salad and popping it into the fridge.
after the breadsticks were done and chris plated up the spaghetti and meat sauce, you two sat at the small kitchen table of your home.
“bon appetite angiolo,” chris smiled, watching as you looked down at the plate in front of you.
the spaghetti noodles themselves looked to be fine, if not a little pale. the meat sauce was very dark maroon, it’s usual redness that came from little italy nowhere to be found.
you smiled up at your adorable boyfriend as you grabbed your fork and spoon.
“i’m very excited to try it chris, it looks delicious.” you said, lying straight through your teeth.
as soon as you took a bite, you immediately had to try and not make a face.
how does meat sauce taste bitter? how are the noodles gummy? loads of questions ran through your head but the number one question was…
“how do i tell my boyfriend that this is the worst noodle night ever?”
you put your hand in front of your mouth as you chewed up the pasta, a small “mmm” leaving your mouth as you did.
as soon as you forced it down your throat and took a sip of water your eyes met chris’.
he had yet to take a bite of his own dinner because he was so intent on making sure you liked it first.
“‘s delicious chris..” you hummed, watching as he smiled and took a bite himself.
before he could even finish chewing, he immediately spat it out into his napkin.
“my god, that’s the grossest thing i’ve ever eaten…” he said, wiping his tongue off and gulping down some water.
“why didn’t you tell me it was gross?” he asked, immediately deflating.
“baby….” you hummed, grabbing his hand across the table.
“you worked so hard and i didn’t want to tell you that your work was fruitless.” you said, rubbing your thumb against the top of his hand.
“i am never ever being in charge of noodle night again,” he pouted, shoving his plate away from him.
“baby, that was our whole thing remember… noodle night is when we don’t stress about cooking and just enjoy each other and an easy dinner.” you hummed, smiling at him as he perked up.
“you’re right angel,” he said, standing up and taking the two plates with him.
“you call little italy? i’ll get the movie set up?” he said, already walking into the living room.
“sounds like a plan,” you said, walking to go grab your phone and deliver fresh pasta from donatello.
