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Erina Nakiri x Reader - Devil’s Tongue

Author’s Note: There will probably be a second part. Don’t know when though.

You hum as you bake. The night is young, the sun just settling into the horizon. The ceiling lights are off, and the room is lit by the warm glow of faux candles. Erina sits at your desk, patiently awaiting your dish.

Perhaps it's nerves (satisfying the god's tongue was always nervewracking). You didn't doubt that somewhere inside you were nervous. But maybe it's something else, something more than nerves, something a little like love. You're buzzing with excitement, every neuron in your body excited like bolts of electricity beneath your skin.

But perhaps, you are just nervous. Nervous to serve Erina, to receive her approval. Nervous to disappoint your mother, disappoint your mother's dish.

You're mother was a curious women, in that the dreams she had, she fulfilled, not by achieving them, but by making the most of what she could do. She was a simple woman, lovely because she lived and loved every moment of her life. You wanted to be a gourmet chef, and she wanted to share love through food. This potpie was the perfect amalgamation of talent, passion, and love; you and your mother in a gourmet dish.

You carefully pull the Pot Pie from the oven. It's simple enough, beautiful in its simpleness, a perfect pie, perfect crust lightly browned. Steaming, cooked to the perfect temperature throughout. This was your mother's love, your love, the soul of your cooking.

You set it carefully onto the table, step back and wait for Erina to taste it. Chewing your lip, breaking into a slight sweat. Now you are nervous. Nervous, to bare your soul, to be exposed. It is as if you put your heart on to the table in front of Erina instead of a dish.

You were sure it tasted amazing, would have bet your life on it.

Yet…

Erina takes a bite, chews, swallows, set the fork back down without a word.

"It's Disgusting!" Erina says simply, brutal and ugly in its simpleness.

Your knees wobble, threatening to give way. You might be better on the floor, where your heart lay shattered. You swallow harshly, a thick lump in your throat blocking your voice. Your lips tremble.

"Erina?" You choke, barely above a whisper.

She stands up, her chair scrapes the floor and almost tips over from the abruptness of it.

"It's disgusting," Erina says simply, and gets up to leave.

The door slams behind her, echoing in your head, mocking you.

You are alone: alone in this room, alone in mind, body and soul.

You collapse into a chair, shaking. Your soul aches, aches as though it has been stolen.

You slide the pie over and have a bite.

(It tastes fantastic), tastes painful and sick like rejection.

You clutch your pants, fists clenched and shaking. Your body wracked with silent sobs. Tears drip down your face and spill down your fists, wetting your pants, dark and cold.

A piece of you died that day, snuffed out by the god's tongue, and you buried it deep down.

***

"I'm going to be the top student"

Your mouth drops open in shock. To hear a transfer student be so bold, be that dumb. What a stupid thing to say, those kinds of dreams are better left buried. It is simply easier to keep them close to your heart, since they are just dreams. Even if he meant it and he sure sounded like he did. It was a brazen act; to announce it like students wouldn't come after him.

Personally you wouldn't make it your mission to humble him. He'd drawn enough attention and ire that someone else certainly would. Whether it be Erina herself, or someone else. It was a goal of yours to become the top student, and a measly transfer student wasn't going to get in your way.

Besides, it's hypocritical to punish someone who has the same goals you do and a byproduct of jealousy and fear; jealousy and fear that doesn't reside within you. If he is a good chef, there is certainly better. At an elite school, ambition is not enough. Graduating at the top of the class should be everyone's goal.

And the people that settle for anything less aren't going to make it.

You were dumb enough to think that satisfying Erina was the most satisfying thing you could do. You were content with her silent approval, her tolerence of your presence was enough, the fact that she ate your food was everything. You had simple goals, simple dreams. And if you stayed like that you were doomed to follow in your mother's footsteps.

But not anymore, You were done trying to please Erina. Your dreams blossomed and you grew into a better chef after you split from her. She may have broken your heart, but she taught you an important lesson.

Love isn't going to make you a great chef.

***

After his defeat of Mito Ikumi, Yukihira had piqued you interest.

Yukihira was an excellent chef, in a simple, resolute way. In a way, He reminded you of your mother. She was passionate and proud, honored to make food and be in the kitchen.

Yukihira's cooking stoked the flames deep within you. Awakened a feeling you hadn't had in years: Love.

His food tasted like love. He'd truly risen to the occasion: Create a Valentines Dish to stoke the flames of passion.

You could admit, even if only in your head, that Yukihira had won this competition.

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It wasn't long before you decided to transfer dorms. Your dorm mother had sputtered and spouted "That's an awful idea (Y/N)!"

But you'd made your mind up quickly, and your resolve was ironclad.

It was easy to leave, felt like a weight lifting off your chest.

You wrapped your arms around your dorm mother, pulling her into one last hug. She wasn't a woman you bothered to love, but she was one you admired.

She settled into the hug, still strung taught, unwilling to let you leave. She wasn't going to accept a transfer; you weren't going to tell her that you'd already gone above her head.

You stepped outside, and inhaled the air. Somehow it smelled different, and you supposed that it was different air. It was a different world with Yukihira in it and you were eager to be a part of it.

#food wars imagine #food wars #erina nakiri #erina x reader #food wars x reader #food wars fanfiction

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Not me joining fandoms that are dead.

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Akira Hayama and Satoshi Isshiki, honestly if I don’t write something about them someone come fight me.

#Food Wars #shokugeki no soma #Food Wars Imagine

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Honestly, I have already started writing fanfiction about food wars.

It’s about Erina and the reader, but I don’t think they’ll be endgame.

Like the shortest summary is, You serve Erina a dish that is really good, but visually simple. It’s a pot pie, your mother’s recipe. She insults the dish, which kills your passion for cooking because you’re in love with her. Then Yukihara reignites your passion and maybe you fall in love with Megumi or Alice or Alice and Ryō , or Yukihara.

I don’t know who’s endgame yet. I haven’t finished the first season, so I might wait to see what kind of character development they’re going to give Erina. Since it kinda seems like she’s gonna mellow out eventually.

#Food Wars #erina nakiri #Alice Nakiri #Ryou Kurokiba #ryō kurokiba #megumi tadokoro #shokugeki no soma #Food Wars Imagine

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So, Food Wars. I started watching recently and consider me invested

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Oops, I already did would you look at that.

#Food Wars

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Contemplating starting a new tumlbr to talk, and write, about Food Wars

#Food Wars

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Also, I’m back. I’m alive. Not that tumblr missed me or anything.

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I just wrote a fic, finished up the tags, then went looking for something to read. I start by excluding the tags of my own story. The irony is not lost on me.

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Tuvok x Reader: Gift

Requested: No

Tuvok reads by the dim, yellowed light of your bedside table lamp. You hum through your nightly routine, brushing your teeth and putting on your pj's. You climb into bed, ready for sleep. Tuvok reaches over into the drawer of the bedside table and pulls out a blue velvet box. He hands you the box, which you with your curiosity peaked take happily.

"What's this?" Inside the box was a sterling silver chain with a small black stone. "Oh, you didn't have too" shock laces your words.

"It's your day of birth," He states, simply.

"But Vulcans don't celebrate birthdays,"

"We do not, but I have chosen to participate in the tradition of gift giving. Do you not wish to keep the gift?"

"No, I do." You smile, "Help me put it on?"

You hand him the necklace and turn around. Tuvok clasps the chain around your neck, his fingers brush your skin.

You get up and admire the necklace in the mirror, "It's beautiful Tuvok, thank you"

"You are welcome" Tuvok says and goes back to reading his book.

#Tuvok x Reader #Tuvok Imagines #star trek: Voyager #star trek imagine #star trek reaction #star trek reader insert #star trek

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Tom Paris x Reader: I Know I’m Not The Only One

Request: No

Author’s Note: Title Inspired By Sam Smith

Another glass of alien wine sits before you. Pretty blood red in the crystal wine glasses your mother gave you on your wedding day. You lean back in your uncomfortable lounge chair and rub your temples. The black sky is devoid of the moon, empty and starless night.

Tom comes home late, again. “Janeway asked me to stay late” echoes through the hallways, then the rustling of Tom’s suit jacket and the jingling of his keys being hung up. He doesn’t come into the living room to kiss you, he doesn’t even peak around the corner to see you before heading upstairs.

You swallow down the wine and go upstairs after him.

“How was work, Honey,” You chirp, like a good wife, but bitter on the inside.

Tom hums, “Boring, I missed you all day” He kisses your forehead. He smells like another woman.

You smile, but don’t say ‘missed you too’. How could you miss a man who lies to your face. How do you love a man who smiles as if he does not have another woman's lipstick staining the corner of his mouth. How can he say he loves you when he belongs to someone else - after he’s fucked someone else.

5 years, Gone. Wasted, tarnished, and for what; for another woman’s warm bed and open legs.

“Are you cheating on me?” You say, abruptly, letting words fall from your lips like wilting petals.

Tom takes a step back, looks out of breath, his eyes bulging in shock. “I love you,” He says, like a last resort. It almost hurts; he can’t even pretend anymore.

“I’m leaving,” is your response. You had already packed up, and he hadn’t noticed until you were pulling a duffel bag with your remaining clothes out of the closet. Everything else was at your friend’s house, and had been for weeks.

“You’re acting crazy, I wouldn't, I couldn't…” He couldn’t even finish what he was saying his tongue stumbling over excuses.

“I’m tired of being called crazy and unreasonable, Tom” Your voice broke, the truth unfortunately hurts. “I can’t be with someone like you”

“We can work this out, we can, just give me a chance” is desperate, and for a split second, you can believe it, and then reality comes crashing down around you.

“I know I’m not the only one” You say and pull the wedding ring off your finger, placing it in the palm of his hand and wrapping his fingers around it. “Maybe your new lover will have better use for it”

“(Y/N)…” He says, but there’s nothing for him to say.

“Goodbye, Tom”

#tom paris x reader #tom paris imagine #star trek imagine #star trek reader insert #star trek #star trek: Voyager #star trek reaction

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Harry Kim x Reader: Zeus XII

Requested: Yes

Author’s Note: I’m probably going to do a part two.

Zeus XII was a habitable planet in the delta quadrant and the crew of the Voyager were searching for more resources to bolster supplies for their unintended voyage.

Zeus XII was surrounded by an unstable asteroid belt, simply beaming down would be near impossible. The away teams would have to take shuttles down to safely reach the surface. You and Harry were sent to acquire viable resources, or report the lack thereof to Janeway.

You and Harry landed your shuttlecraft in a clearing. The planet was rugged, unforgiving jungle terrain. Hot - no, sweltering. Heat rolled up from the ground in thick, muggy waves.

“This weather is brutal,” said Harry, who had begun to sweat before you turned the shuttlecraft off.

“You can say that again” You said.

The planet rumbled beneath your feet. Thick, towering trees shook ominously. You and Harry began your trek across the planet. Wild plant life was in abundance. You made sure to grab samples for further examination back on the starship.

Harry did the same.

You reached a ledge and decided to head back, but the ground gave way beneath you and you tumbled downhill.

Harry raced down after you. He checked you over, brushed dirt from your face, and gently checked for any wounds or blood.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“3”

“Are you dizzy?”

“No”

“Does anything hurt?”

“My leg”

At first glance there was nothing wrong with your leg, but as Harry pulled up your pant leg, a grotesque bruise had blossomed across your calf and it had swollen.

“It’s probably broken,” said Harry, acknowledging the hideous bruising and puffiness.

“We still have to get back to the shuttlecraft” You replied

“You won’t be able to walk, I’ll carry you”

“You don’t have to do that, I’m fine. Just help me up”

Harry lent you a hand and you stood up, putting pressure on your calf - it hurt. Fire like pain shot up your entire leg and you bit back a scream.

Harry helped you back into sitting position.

“That didn’t look fine.”

You sighed, “Okay, it might be broken, but carrying me will just slow you down, and it’s like 500 degrees out here. You could get heat exhaustion”

“(Y/N) I care about you, I’m not going to leave you out here alone to go get the medical kit. You could get heat exhaustion too”

You reluctantly let him carry you. “Why do you care?”

“I care about my friends” He said.

“And that’s what we are…friends?”

“Yeah, friends”

#harry kim x reader #harry kim imagine #star trek: Voyager #star trek imagine #star trek reader insert #star trek reaction #star trek

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May I request a Harry Kim imagine where he and the reader are on an away mission and the reader gets injured so he’s all worried and protective? If not no worries!

Coming Today (Jan 8, 2020)

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Kevin Riley x Reader: Lovesick - Request

Author’s Note: It’s Kinda short, but I think I’ll just right another imagine about him instead of trying to lengthen this one cause I like it the way it is: short and sweet.

You hum as you flip through the annual physicals. Being a nurse on the Enterprise was hard, but fulfilling work and you enjoyed every minute you were helping patients. Yet, you were exhausted and there was still work to be done. It's dark on the ship to simulate late evening, but you work by the light of the lamp on your desk and the glow of your computer.

You sigh and rub your temples.

The office door slides open and Kevin steps in and knocks on the wall. You look up and see the communications officer and a small smile graces your lips.

"What can I help you with?" You ask.

"Oh, I haven't been feeling well," Kevin smiles, cheeky. "Nurse, I think I might be lovesick"

"Lovesick?" You say, coyly.

Kevin takes a seat on the side of your desk, amusement and adoration twinkling in his eyes. "Yes, and there's only cure."

"Oh and what's that?"

"A kiss from the prettiest girl on the entire Enterprise."

He pulls you in for a warm, loving kiss.

#kevin riley x reader #star trek imagine #star trek reader insert #star trek reaction #star trek: tos #Kevin Riley Imagine

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Hi, can I request a fluffy romantic imagine between Kevin Riley x female!reader please? (If you write for the side characters of TOS) If not, could you write for TOS!Chekov instead? Thank you!! 🥰

Coming Out Today (Jan 8, 2020)

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Nightmares: Mom!Janeway & Child!Reader

I might redo this, I don’t know how I feel about it currently. Let me know what you think.

"Resistance is futile"

You wake up gasping for air, your face damp with sweat and tears. Crying, you had been crying in your sleep. You need fresh air, as much fresh air as you could get on a ship out in space.

It was late, but you couldn't really feel it. Not tired, no, just scared. Seems like you'd been scared a lot these days. You had nightmares; of wars you'd never been in, of people you didn't know. Did borg have nightmares? No these were probably just fragmented memories.

You walk to an empty hallway, one of the many. Most of the crew was on standby, it was late and people needed their sleep. That was better for you anyway, you didn't want to talk to anyone right now. You were looking for something stolen from you, something called peace.

You peer out one of the many windows on the Starship Voyager. Watching the stars as the ship passed by .

"Ahem. Mind if I join you?" Captain Janeway, your mother, asks.

"Mom, what are you doing up?"

"I could ask you the same thing"

You sigh. "Can't sleep."

"I can't sleep either"

"Is it the stress" You both ask, simultaneously.

A smile graces your mother's face, and a smile graces your own face. But your smile quickly falls.

"What's the matter" Your mother asks, but you get the feeling she already knows.

"I'm having nightmares"

"Have you talked to the doctor"

"Mom, I…" You hadn't really talked to anyone. Hadn't even give yourself the chance to process this trauma. You had been assimilated by the borg, and had wanted to forget about it. Yet, you couldn't. When it stopped haunting your waking thoughts, it haunted your dreams. So you pushed it further down, convinced it would go away and you wouldn't have to work through anything.

"I wish we had a therapist aboard, but—"

"—The original mission didn't call for one" You finished, you'd heard it before. When you were struggling to regain your sense of self. Your mother whispering to Tuvok, hoping you wouldn't hear her worry. She wanted to be strong for her crew and most importantly you.

"I feel like I failed you," Your mother says. Her eyes trained on the vast space outside the ship.

You spare a glance at her, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "You couldn't have." You choke.

Your mom pulls you into a hug. "I love you, you know that"

"Yeah, I love you too mom"

#Janeway & Reader #Captian Janeway Imagine #Star Trek Imagine #voyager imagine #star trek: Voyager #star trek reader insert

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