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thatanimewriter · 10 months

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HOMEMADE HUGS.

➳ request: Can i make a request? I want Soma, Ryou, Akira, Alice, and Eishi (from the anime food wars) with a S/O who is neutral to fancy food or anything that is the opposite of homemade food because for them homemade food is just the best for them. It’s like they don’t the food to be like the best they just want the food to be made with love and thoughtfulness. apologize if this is too much for you to ask

➳ character/s: yukihira soma, kurokiba ryo, hayama akira, nakiri alice, tsukasa eishi

➳ warnings: swearing, hayama being homeless and orphaned as a kid, marriage fever (soma)

➳ notes: food wars is love, food wars is life, people should get over the weird foodgasms so they can actually watch art ._. (also soma is my ideal man, when can i find one-)

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.

talk your shit

he'll get you a megaphone to say it again

he agrees with you 100%

now you have to marry him btw :))

constantly trying out any new yukihira diner recipes on you

he may be at totsuki, but he still wants to take over the diner and make happiness affordable and memorable

you don't need fancy shit to bring people joy >:((

he also drags you to tons of festivals n markets to try the street food and festival food

if unhealthy, why taste good??

screaming if you ever make him something homemade

and he will scoff that shit down

he gets sick of fancy food too, so he's more than happy to have your homemade things in between classes

constantly leaning over your shoulder at the dorms to see what you're making

always licks the bowl if it's a cake or something

personal dish washer

will make you a yukihira diner dish in bento form every time you have to be away for something

comfort food and a movie at least twice a week

jokingly calls you 'wifey' regardless of gender because he's determined you'll get married for the homemade food thing

joichiro approves-

── 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎.

a lowkey judgmental squint at you

-.-

he's unsure if he agrees with you

but he's never gonna say no to trying anything homemade that you offer him

will give you the hum of approval every time

maybe he's starting to see your point-

you're not always the one making him homemade food though

sometimes he comes to you to go on a cute little picnic date and has made you a special dish from denmark to share with you

will just listen to you talk while he eats and occasionally pitches in

don't challenge him too much though, because if you make a joke that your homemade food is better, you're in for it

can you have a shokugeki with 'peasant food'??

alice's words, not yours-

he's not very open with emotions but you can tell from the little smile he's suppressing that he feels loved when he eats homemade food

and it also lets him relax after classes and outside of trying to destroy soma

he gets to make cute and quaint dishes for you and not stress about the quality of the dish

n he gets to see that smile of yours :))

not that he'd ever admit that-

but like soma, he's hovering over you while you cook

probably snacking on the leftovers

── 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀.

ask and you shall receive

he has probably never had a homemade meal before-

and homemade meals are now your love languages

also probably cried when you first made him something homemade

just a couple snivels and tears

that's also when he first fell in love but you won't catch him saying that to anyone else

makes you a lot of indian street food to connect more with his culture and introduce you if you're not already familiar

always makes you something if you feel upset or down

and it's always very urgent??

he's a very attentive lover

he hears you're upset and he's speed running a lil curry n naan for you and he's COMING OVER RIGHT NOW-

y'all always make lunch for each other because if you're not with each other, you feel the love you have for each other either way

and if you have lunch together, compliments (and kisses) to the chef

unlike the others, who snack on whatever is leftover while you cook for them

hayama feeds you your leftovers

gently feeding a lil carrot stick to you ;v;

he made his own spice blend that he thinks encapsulates you as a person and you definitely can't find that in stores-

people have asked him what the spice is called

n he just called it by your name

── 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄.

she doesn't get it-

homemade food isn't as exquisite???

what are you on??

this is entirely because her parents are elitists and she never got HOMEmade food

got professional food only

and she doesn't know what homemade food actually tastes like

and that's kinda dumb tbh-

how does one survive without a lovingly made dish??

loving the cooking is different to making something BECAUSE you love them

so now it's your mission to convert her :))

it didn't take very long, you gave her breakfast in bed and she was sold

now she knows what love actually feels like and this is a pivotal moment

to be fair though

she can't really replicate homemade cooking for a while

because she never got taught and she can't get the strict training out of her system

how do you make molecular gastronomy homey??

it's fine, you'll just have to teach her

bonding time in the kitchen

she'll get the hang of it eventually, but for now she's fine with just having you cook loving meals for her

── 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈.

somehow it's more nerve wracking making a homemade dish than a fancy one

because you like homemade things more ;v;

and he doesn't want to disappoint you

also probably doesn't know how to make a homemade meal-

are you sure you can't just treat him??

he's baby

he can't handle this shit :((

gladly takes homemade food from you though

but he wants cuddles while he eats your cooking

will also learn to make more homemade things and let go of the reins a little bit with PRESTIGE

probably also cried when he first tried your cooking

and this is lowkey what he wishes totsuki was

less stressful, more time with you, no more panic attacks-

the first time he ever gave you a homemade meal he was sweating bullets and shaking like crazy

but he got rewards, so now he does it all the time

kisses

"you could just ask for a kiss, you know."

"...'s so embarrassing..."

you now know a homemade meal means he wants kisses

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arlestial · 7 months

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Hi! :D do you think you could do a fluff akira x reader or a soma x reader? either is fine and the plots up to you! ☺️

❝a little taste of heaven❞

synopsis : They had no clue they’d concentrate on something else than cooking by joining Tōtsuki Culinary Academy, but here you are..

pairing : Akira Hayama, Soma Yukihira x genderneutral!reader •— Food Wars

tw : None, simple fluff

word count : 2980~ words

author-note : The fact that I haven’t received any notification for this request.. and many others. I’m so, so sorry. I have like 8 requests in my ask box that I’ve never been aware of ? Thank you Tumblr 💀 I did both, in a sort of pitiful excuse 😭 Thank you for requesting, I hope you’re doing okay 💗 (first time writing for Food Wars I’m so excited !! Not proofread tho, sorry for the mistakes in advance !!) take care of yourself ♡

AKIRA HOYOMA has always been faithful to cooking. To Jun’s orders and advices. To people’s boundaries. He never crossed a line, always being focused. One day, as usual, he went into Erina’s office. His brows completly furrowed when he saw your form, fingertips grazing against the spines of the library old books. Who were you ? You weren't supposed to be here. Didn’t Hisako tell you that this office was private ? He opened his mouth to question you, but you turned to face him before he could even form words. His jaw tightened, fists clenching, but unfortunately, much to his own disbelief, no sound erupted from his mouth - and the sweet, polite smile adorning your face was nearly making him feel dizzy. Uneasy. An uncomfortable silence filled the room, so you broke the silence with a fake cough.

“Nice to meet you, uh..”, you said, in a weak attempt to get him to introduce himself. His piercing gaze was enough of an answer, and you gulped. “I’m looking for Erina, perhaps you’ve seen her ?”

“No.”

“Oh. Okay”. You’re immediately confronted by a loud and weird silence again. He seemed.. rather friendly - ironically, of course. After some minutes, Erina walked into the office, raising two suspicious eyebrows at the, well, kind of cringe atmosphere of the room.

“Akira, what did you do to my guest ? Y/N, I’m sorry, did he make you uncomfortable by any chance ?”, she asked, walking towards your form.

“No, don’t worry. He’s nice,” you lied, teeth clenched together. You flashed her a bright smile, that Erina reciprocated fondly; she glared at Akira, fully aware of his cold demeanor, especially to strangers. His intimidating tendencies were definitely not working right now, especially not on Erina.

“I have some things to discuss with Y/N, Akira. Can you leave us alone for a moment ?”

“Yeah, right. Sorry.”

AKIRA HOYOMA quickly left the office, feeling a bit nauseous - he didn’t know why, but he had a weird feeling in his stomach, and he felt like his head was burning. He wandered in the corridors until he crossed Soma’s path. He smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes as he watched his white-haired rival with amusement.

“Wow, Akira. Are you sick ? You’ve never been this red.”

Akira tsk-ed, hurrying to the bathroom. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, completely taken-aback. He was, indeed, a bit red. Cheeks flushed, the tip of his ears were blazing, his breathe hitched at his own view; what was happening ? He was sure he was okay this morning. Perhaps it was you. He scoffed at the thought, washing his face with cold and refreshing water before leaving the bathroom. He never saw you before. Were you from here ? He found himself looking for you in the corridors all day, sighing at the end of the day when he realized he haven’t seen you. He was still embarrassed of the awkward silence that filled the room earlier - and he blamed himself for it. He should’ve been more welcoming.

AKIRA HOYOMA, 5 or 6 days after the incident, noticed strands of hair walking past him; they were looking similar to yours, so he turned around. You were walking alongside Hisako, laughing at one of her comments. Hisako looked at Akira and waved.

“Oh, hey ! I was searching for you. Erina needs my help, could you show Y/N the different classrooms in the other building ? I’m coming back as fast as I can !”

She didn’t let him answer as she walked away already. You sighed. It could’ve been anybody, but no, it was this guy. It wasn’t like you hated him - he was just straight-off rude.

“If you don’t want to, I don’t blame you. I can-”

“Come on, we don’t have all day.”, he added, cutting you off without even looking at you. You rolled your eyes, giving him a small smile, hoping it’ll help to ease the atmosphere. Spoiler alert, it didn’t.

The walk inside the cooking classes building was awfully quiet. Not a word was shared - except the little presentation he did of each room, his tone as cold as ice. You nearly shivered.

“Are you always this rude ?”, you asked with a sincere curiosity, "I mean. I’m not telling you to be the friendliest guy but..”

“I’m not rude.”

“You literally refused to give me your name earlier.”

“Akira Hoyoma. That’s all you need to know about me.”

And after this small interaction, Hisako came back. A small feeling of warm in his chest quickly regretted his lack of sympathy towards your person, and he felt like a douchebag for not even apologizing properly. He stopped in his tracks, opening his mouth to call you, but you were already gone with Hisako.

AKIRA HOYOMA was fully conscious of the “issue”. Time passed, and days after days, he grew more open to you. Not completely of course - but he was slowly accepting your presence in his group of "friends"; actually, enjoying a lot more your alone time together in class. He was secretly happy you two had been paired together. You tried to crack some jokes to make him laugh or at least, to make him smile, but it failed every single time. When you finally did it, a slight smile on his face and a “you’re the dumbest person I’ve ever seen in this school, I’m trying to concentrate, stop distracting me”, you beamed. He never saw a smile so radiant, so ethereal and yet so delicious to look at. A true bundle of sunshine at its finest. His cheeks heated up and he forthwithly focused on the plate you two were supposed to prepare. He would die to see this smile again - he wanted to be the reason you were smiling that way in the first place.

AKIRA HOYOMA was fully conscious of the situation. Time passed, and months after months, he grew more fond of you. So when he saw you eating one of Soma’s plates again, smiling at him with all your teeth and laughing at his antics - he was mad, as per say. His jaw tightened, fists clenching, but unfortunately, much to his own disbelief, no sound erupted from his mouth; it felt like the first time he ever saw you. A fiery and fervent emotion bubbling in his chest as he made his way to you. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you outside the kitchen, closing the door to have some “privacy” (in a empty corridor of Tōtsuki High, though). You were completely unfazed by his behavior usually, since you were used to his (sometimes) weird demeanor for the several months you two spent together as friends, but right now, his silence grew quieter, and you were worried. And for this only one time, he broke the stillness.

“You’re a distraction. I meant it. I’m hoping everyday to see you, to feel you near me. Is it out-of-place to say that ? You brought me a warmth that I never experienced - and I don’t want to let that go. Don’t eat this idiot’s food, you know you deserve well better than that. Let me show you how you should be treated, Y/N. Please. Let me show you how I feel about you.”

AKIRA HOYOMA’s words couldn’t describe the high spirits that invaded his heart when he realized you were wearing your signature warm smile, just for him. You took the hand that was grabbing your wrist in yours, intertwining your fingers.

“Here. Maybe you’re not as rude as I thought you were.”

SOMA YUKIHIRA tried to give you hints. But you weren’t getting it. Teasing you all the time, small compliments here and there, spending quality time with you. Unfortunately, you were always running away from him, a small pout on his lips as he chased after you. It wasn’t because of his awful mixes; when you two were together, in a somewhat romantic moment, and he was ready to confess to you, there was, no matter what, a disturbance. Whatever actually, a teacher coming in the classroom, Ikumi or Megumi; and you immediately backed off. He couldn’t help but sigh, his efforts ruined, but could he really blame you ? His yellowish eyes drowned so easily into yours, so he just smiled and bit back his disappointment, glaring at the disturbance with a vague hatred, that was rather scary, to be honest.

“Don’t chop it that way, it takes too much time.”

“Then show me, sir,”, you answered with a slight smirk, knife in your hand.

“Anything for you, ma’am.”

His devilish grin was addictive, really; you loved the small moments spent together in the classroom kitchen, but insecurity was always catching up with you, pulling you into abysses you prayed you'd never see again. Your worries faded away when you felt him behind you, caging you between his toned body and the kitchen countertop. His hands slided on top of yours, gently gesturing you how to cut the vegetables in a “more efficient way”; truly, it was an excuse to touch you. A comfortable silence filled the room, the sound of sliced and chopped foodstuffs echoing on the sunbathed walls. He kept his teasing to himself, deciding to enjoy this small moment of shared intimacy; he felt his head heating up at your warm breath fanning on his neck. He stopped his movements, locking eyes with you. The world seemed like it stopped itself; he leaned downwards to kiss you, his hands still on yours, your head turned to face his-

Until someone snapped him out of it. Erina opened the doors of the kitchen brutally without even knocking - he cursed under his breath, blaming her for this ruined opportunity to finally show you what he truly felt.

“Look who’s there. Giving lessons to average students, now, Yukihira ? I didn’t think you were into charity-stuff.”, Erina smirked, not even shooting you a glance. You backed off from Soma, already fed-up by her condescending behavior.

“Erina.. what a pleasure. Always coming in due course,” Soma answered with a forced smile, anger running through his veins.

“I was searching for you, actually, Yukihira. Well, not me, but Takumi was. He wants to have a contest with you again, and I’ll be the judge.”

“Uh. Sure. Can Y/N come too ? I-”

“It’s a private contest.”, she immediately urged to add, “Between the three of us. Now, come on, I have other things to attend to.”

Erina walked off, and Soma followed her with a sigh, giving you an apologizing, awkward chuckle. You knew better, but you just smiled, murmuring a small “good luck”, as you saw him leave.

Her little crush on Soma was unbelievable; you wanted to tear the stupid grin plastered on her features so bad. Technically, yes, you were jealous. She was always shattering his plates with critics, giving prideful advices, even if he didn’t need it. And he was still cooking for her, working all the goddamn time to satisfy her “god’s tongue” and her insatiable appetite. For him, ironically. And Soma was terribly clueless; not noticing her taking a liking in this little game. Or maybe he was not ? Maybe you were a second choice - and Erina was first. She was always first. You weren’t the type to envy others, but right now.. you sat down next to the window frame, staring at her proximity with Soma from afar. It was eating you alive; the abyss you were so afraid of was most likely, a warm embrace in comparison of your sinking heart.

SOMA YUKIHIRA felt that something was off. You were ignoring him like a plague, switching seats and changing class pairings. He knew he fucked up, but what did he do exactly ? Oh right. You were jealous. Because last time, he left you alone to join Erina and Takumi in a contest that he obviously won. Now, he was facing the cold-shoulder treatment, and his teasing wasn’t helping anymore. Yet, he’d still try to talk to you, but you were walking past him without a word; your eyes filled with sorrow. Or you were faking a smile, trying to make up an excuse and leaving. He wanted to beat himself up; because he was the one who put you in that state in the first place. It was his mistake, and he knew it. But why were you feeling that way ? He tried to talk about it to Takumi - he was a gentleman after all, he’d definitely know.

“You did what ?”

“I mean- I didn’t know it’d be an issue. I always did that and they never said anything about it.”

“Soma, are you seriously this dumb ? You’re leaving them to hang out with the Nakiri Erina and you’re seriously thinking that they won’t be insecure ?”

“Why would they be ? They’re literally the most beautiful and caring person ever. There’s nothing to envy in Erina.. Plus, I’m not hanging out with her. She’s the one who’s coming at the worst times.”, he stated, genuinely dumbfounded by his friend’s words. It was the truth, though; she interrupted you two when Soma was nearly kissing you.

“Soma. Think about it just for a moment- you told me you liked them, yeah ? And when you’re with them, and Erina walks in, you leave to follow her. They must think they’re a second choice or something. Please, you can’t be this oblivious.”

And then, he realized. Realizing the hints he gave you were nothing compared to his acts. His face in his hands as his elbows rested on the countertop, what should he do now ? Apologizing, yeah, but it wasn’t enough. He longed for your touch, and craved for your pardon. The next day, he searched for you in the Polar Star Dormitory, everywhere. When he finally spotted you, he opened the door of your bedroom without even asking. You yelped in surprise.

“What the hell ? Soma-”

“You’re the only one I want to be with. The one I want to dedicate my cooking to. I thought I made it clear. I’m sorry for my behavior. Erina is nothing for me, and she’s not even coming close to your ankle- look, I fucked up, I know. But I promise, you mean everything to me.”, he bluntly said, not giving you a second to breathe.

“And what are you gonna do the next time she’s gonna walk into us ? Hide me shamefully ? I-”

But he cut you off again, one hand stroking your cheek. He lifted your chin, in order to make you look at him.

“I’ll simply say that I’m taken by the prettiest and smartest person around. How does that sound ?”

He leaned, and this time, he wasn’t going to back off, with or without somebody walking in.

“Maybe I can show you who I’m talking of, baby,”

He smirked, your worries vanishing instantly in his yellow orbs. A kiss sounded good after all.

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mono-dot-jpeg · 1 year

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farmer boy - i. satoshi

summary; for a rich boy like him, he seemed like more of a farmer than anything else

genre/extra tags; isshiki-appropriate clothes as in he's close to butt naked at some point, but at least he's hot, country boyyy i love youuuu /ref, fluff, comedy, reader implied to be as strong as isshiki in terms of cooking and strength, isshiki & reader parental figures to the polar star dorm (real), he's the type of guy to ask if you wanna be with him and then plan a cottage core life with you without needing your answer

word count; 277

[gender neutral reader]

a/n; he's a country boy without being a country boy and i love him. that's it.

"isshiki, how long has this been... like... a plan?" you look at the large binder, it's filled to the brim with ruffled papers and it looks worn out. you open it and it's more than just a plan, it's at least a few years of research.

"well..." he sends you a cheeky smile. "you know...like... pshhh-" he laughs sheepishly. "since we were dating."

"isshiki, that's like 4 years. this looks like more than 4 years of research."

"and? i wanna live a farmer or even a cottage life with you!"

"we have polar star."

"but not for long! and plus, i just really like being with you. i wanna be with you as long as i can." he smiles gently and you can't help but soften. "i know it's a little weird to have something like this..." he flips through some pages, some are of pictures of barns, and some are just nice cabin and cottage homes. "but, i really do want to live a life with you."

you place a hand on his shoulder as he shifts closer to you, "you're ridiculous, you know that?" there's only fondness in your voice as you kiss his cheek. he presses his face onto your cheek while you hum, "at least it's a surefire sign that i know you're not gonna leave me for anyone else."

"would never even think of it. could never imagine me being with anyone else." he hummed. "but of course we don't have to live the farmer life. i would live any kind of life with you."

"and i would live any life with you."

"besides, i planned if you didn't want to be a farmer anyways!"

"just how much have you planned for...?"

#food wars fanfic #food wars anime #food wars x reader #food wars shokugeki no soma #food wars #isshiki satoshi x reader #satoshi isshiki x reader #isshiki x reader #satoshi isshiki #isshiki satoshi

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ashton-sano · 10 months

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Food Wars! Shokugeki no Souma in: Having a Baker S/o

(Char. Involved: Sōma Yukihira, Akira Hayama, Erina Nakiri, Takumi Aldini)

Sōma Yukihira

-Same old Soma tbh

-Sees you as quite the worthy adversary whether or not you're better than he is

-Always the first one to try your dishes

“C’mon! Lemme have a taste, it looks so good!”

-Biggest supporter honestly

-It doesn't make him any less likely to make you try his gross dishes though

“Oh don't be a scaredy cat, Just one bite!”

-At least one food war per day honestly

-Tiring, to say the least

-I'd like to think he has a sweet tooth so you being a baker is like heaven for him

“Everything is here. The cake is cooling in the fridge, The fondant is rolled and properly colored and the frosting is-'' I pause my listing as I realize the frosting isn't where I left it. “Huh?” Did I misplace it or something? “Could've sworn I left it right here.” I blink twice in an attempt to backtrack from when I had it. “Okay, so I remember grabbing the ingredients from the fridge, then setting them right here,” pointing to the counter as I pull a pout. “Then I brought out the stand mixer and began making it. Afterward, I turned away to put the mixer away but when I turned back I still remember seeing it.” I close my eyes in hopes that’ll jog my memory, “Then I ran to my room to get my molding knives and called Soma in to watch the Strawberry puree boiling.” Wait. I called Soma. “I came back and that's when I don't recall seeing it.” That bastard. “SOMA!” I yell throughout the dorm as I dash to his room in a fit of annoyance. As I made my way past several of my roommates, they each gave a fearful expression and made way for me to get by. I clutch the doorknob, slamming the door wide open as I catch the thief red-handed. He had the spoon halfway in his mouth as the frosting was mostly gone, eyes slightly dilating at my entrance. “Oh, Uh...Hey Y/n.” I glare at him, “Why are you eating my frosting.” He looks anywhere but my gaze as he lets out a nervous chuckle, “It looked good so I took a bit and then a bit turned into a spoonful, and well you see what happened.” I sigh, “Whatever, just know you’re making me dinner for the next month for that.” He smirks, “Why say that like it's a bad thing? I love making food for you, Y/n.” My heart warms at his sentiment, “Yeah yeah.” I make my way to close the door but stop just short to peek my head in, “However, do that again and I’ll make sure the only thing you can eat is frosting.” He drops his smile to replace it with worry at my threat, “Yes ma’am.” I close the door and shake my head, too touched to be truly mad. “He thought it was that good?” I let out a breathy laugh on my way back to the kitchen to remake it, “Stop making me want you to come back to steal my food you idiot.”

Akira Hayama

-Very proud of you

-However, he isn't very keen on showing it so you’ll have to be patient

-There are some things you add in that even he doesn't sniff out which is probably the only time he’ll get curious and ask about it

“Making something new? What crazy ingredient did you add this time, hm?”

-May act all mean but he is actually very excited when you come to let him try your food

-Never call him out though, he’ll always deny it

- “This again? Still hard at work trying to perfect it, are you? Fine ill have a taste.”

-Don't let the facade fool you, he’d hate if you asked anyone else to try your food.

-Can be a bit childish when it comes to that

“Is it too salty?” He smacks his lips a few times, taking in the flavor. “If anything it's a bit lumpy, kinda dry too.” I scrunch my face, “Odd. Could've sworn I kept the heat low enough. Guess I wasn't paying enough attention.” He tilts his head, “The flavors aren't bad though, honestly pretty perfect if you ask me.” I give a small smile, delighted by his praise. “Sorry to drag you all the way here for this Soma.” He gives a low chuckle, “No problem. I'm always down to taste test, especially your amazing food!” I grab the plate with the crumbs of the cake I had recently made and brought it to the sink, “You do not need to flatter me.” He shakes his head, “No flattery needed. You’re talented, nothing to sugar coat y’know.” I wasn't sure how to respond to such blatant compliments so I settled for a small lopsided grin. “Thanks, that means a lot. Especially coming from the first seat of the council himself.” A light pink brushed his cheeks, “Now whos doing the flattering? It's nothing to brag about. I do have a lot I must improve on.” His ability to grow never ceases to surprise me, “You have quite the determined spirit, it's admirable.”

“Yeah, I'm sure he's quite the guy.”

We both turn to the voice that chimed in, “Ah, Akira, how's it going?” Soma inquires with his usual enthusiasm but the albino doesn't share the sentiment. “Fine. What's happening here?” I don't miss his dismissive tone as he turns himself to me. “Soma was just taste-testing a recent cake I was making.” He narrowed his eyes for a moment, “Well how's that going?” He asked but I'm certain he didn't really want the honest answer to that. “Still need some tweaking, but good overall.” He folds his arms, “Well I'm glad he's been of assistance. Now I think thats enough for today, it's getting late.” Its 6:30… Soma chirps up, “Well i gotta head out, needa prepare some stuff for tomorrow's food war, see ya’!” He waves as he leaves the room, and for a split second, you could see a glint of a smirk on Akira’s face.

“You’re such a jealous child.”

“Shut up.”

“You know I'm right.” He pulls me in, pressing a warm kiss to my forehead, ��You don't need him to taste your food. I was here y’know.” I rest on his chest, “You never really seemed interested in tasting my food so I asked Soma since he wasn't busy.” He tightens his grip, “Don't do that again. Just come to me and ill give you feedback.” I give a knowing smile but don't comment on his obvious jealousy, “Well ill keep that in mind.”

Erina Nakiri

-A true sweetheart honestly

-Will 100% help you with your sweets and pastries as the loving girlfriend she is

-Baking dates every weekend is a must

“Quite the variety you have! All this for just one night?”

-Takes a little more time to judge the taste since she does truly enjoy your food and doesn't want to miss any key flavors

-Has to take a few tastes to actually take it in and not just judge with her god tongue and all that

“Wow, this is well made! The ganache you used brings a beautiful contrast to the moisture from the cake; well done my dear.”

-Basically, her and Hisako's relationship if they were dating; just very doting and sweet entanglement

-Loves when you surprise her with your treats after/during a long day

-Simply brightens her whole day

(might be ooc)

The kitchen brimmed with anticipation as I stood beside her as she flour-dusted the countertops, and the sweet scent of vanilla permeated the air. Today, she had invited me to step into her world, to experience the artistry she crafted every day.

I watched with admiration as Y/n effortlessly measured ingredients, their hands moving with precision and grace. Their culinary intuition was a marvel, as they expertly combined flavors and textures to create a symphony of tastes. The kitchen became their canvas, and I was fortunate enough to witness the strokes of their pure genius.

With every task that was to assigned me, Y/n’s patience and guidance enveloped me. They encouraged me to embrace the techniques, trust my instincts, and pour love into each step. Their professional expertise blended with unwavering belief in me, ignited a newfound passion within my heart.

As we worked side by side, I absorbed their knowledge like a sponge. They shared secrets and tricks, while their insights lifted my baking skills to new heights. The boundaries between teacher and student blurred, as our connection deepened and our shared love for the craft blossomed.

The oven hummed, the heat embracing our creations with warmth and anticipation. Together, we carefully placed our masterpieces inside, entrusting them to the alchemy of heat and time. The kitchen transformed into a sanctuary of hope and creativity, where dreams and flavors melded together.

As we waited for our creations to bake, Y/n's presence filled the room with an aura of confidence. They smiled, eyes gleaming with pride and love. At that moment, I knew that this experience was not just about baking—it was a testament to the beautiful bond we shared.

As the aroma of freshly baked goods filled the air, we opened the oven with eager anticipation. The sight before us took my breath away—golden perfection, a testament to our collaboration and dedication. With a sense of accomplishment, we adorned our creations with delicate touches, transforming them into edible works of art.

Sitting at the table, forks in hand, we tasted the fruits of our labor. Each bite danced on my taste buds, an orchestra of flavors that sang of our love and shared passion. At that moment, I felt the warmth of Y/n’s presence, the fulfillment of our culinary journey, and the sweet taste of a love nurtured by the joy of creation.

Baking with Y/n was more than an adventure in the kitchen—it was a glimpse into her world, a celebration of her talent, and a reminder of the beautiful bond we shared. Together, we wove a tapestry of flavors and emotions, creating a lasting memory that would forever sweeten our lives.

Takumi Aldini

-A tad competitive

-Will mellow out when you’re practicing your craft though

-Absolutely will stare hard at you (but do not point that out, he will blush and pout)

“N-No! I wasn't staring. I don't know what you’re talking about.”

-Please make him some, will be fussy if you don't let him have what you made

-Will always give you pointers though so never be afraid to ask

-Especially loves it when you come up to him to ask; makes him feel all bubbly inside And a bit outside too. (Again, don't point it out. Tsun-Tsun.)

I carefully dusted the final touches of powdered sugar onto the delicate pastries, admiring the golden crust and the perfectly piped cream filling. My heart swelled with pride as I surveyed the display of my creations in the bakery. This was my passion, my art—the result of years of dedication and hard work.

Just as I was about to take a step back to fully appreciate the beauty before me, I felt a pair of arms wrapping around my waist. Takumi, my Italian chef boyfriend, nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

"Y/n, these look amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "But you know, there's something missing."

I turned my head to catch a glimpse of his mischievous smile. "Oh? And what might that be?"

He pouted playfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you see, I've been craving your sweet treats all day. You can't just tempt me with these delectable pastries and not save a few for your beloved Italian chef."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his theatrics. Takumi had a way of tugging at my heartstrings with his charm and infectious enthusiasm for food.

"All right, all right," I relented, unable to resist his request. "I'll save a couple of pastries just for you. But you better be prepared to savor every bite, Takumi."

He grinned triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with delight. "That's what I like to hear, Y/n. You know just how to make me happy."

As I carefully set aside a small box of pastries reserved exclusively for him, I couldn't help but marvel at the power food had to bring us closer. Our shared love for culinary delights was a bond that we cherished—a language of flavors and textures that spoke volumes in our relationship.

And so, with a secret stash of pastries hidden away, I looked forward to the moment when Takumi would indulge in my sweet creations. Because in those moments, as he savored every bite, I knew that our connection was strengthened, and our love for each other grew sweeter, one dessert at a time.

(This is my first writing piece on this platform so it's not the best but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. Never hesitate to make a request and ill make time for it.)

#food wars #food wars x reader #soma yukihira #soma yukihira x reader #takumi aldini #takumi aldini x reader #akira hayama #Akira hayama x reader #erina nakiri #Erina nakiri x reader #y/n #x reader #gender neutral reader #baker s/o

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minkyungseokie · 23 days

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Anime

No Game No Life

Sora and Shiro are two hikikomori stepsiblings who are known in the online gaming world as Blank, an undefeated group of gamers. One day, they are challenged to a game of chess by Tet, a god from another reality. The two are victorious and are offered to live in a world that centers around games.

Blue Exorcist

After discovering that he's the son of Satan, a young man must join the True Cross Academy in order to master his abilities and defeat Satan himself

Naruto

It tells the story of Naruto Uzumaki, a young ninja who seeks recognition from his peers and dreams of becoming the Hokage, the leader of his village.

One Piece

In a seafaring world, a young pirate captain sets out with his crew to attain the title of Pirate King, and to discover the mythical treasure known as 'One Piece.'

Twin Star Exorcist

The story revolves around Rokuro Enmado and Benio Adashino, a pair of young and talented exorcists, who (according to a prophecy) are destined to marry and have a child that will be the ultimate exorcist.

Jujustu Kaisen

Yuji Itadori, a kind-hearted teenager, joins his school's Occult Club for fun, but discovers that its members are actual sorcerers who can manipulate the energy between beings for their own use. He hears about a cursed talisman - the finger of Sukuna, a demon - and its being targeted by other cursed beings.

Fairy Tail

The series follows the adventures of Natsu Dragneel, a member of the Fairy Tail wizards' guild who is searching for the dragon Igneel, and partners with Lucy Heartfilia, a celestial wizard.

Play it cool, Guys

A look into the daily lives of four guys who walk the line between unapproachably cool and undeniably clumsy on a regular basis.

Black Butler

Ciel has formed a contract with demon Sebastian Michaelis, who disguises himself as his butler, to seek revenge on those who tortured him and murdered his parents. In exchange for his services, Sebastian will be allowed to consume Ciel's soul.

Uramichi Oniisan

Being an adult is hard. For 31-year-old Uramichi Omota, that depressing truth weighs on him. While on TV, he's an upbeat exercise instructor for a children's show, but sometimes he can't keep his sardonic comments to himself.

Overtake

Freelance photographer Kôya Madoka finds himself in a slump due to a certain reason. He goes to Fuji International Speedway to work on a story, and he meets the highschool F4 racer Haruka Asahina. He suddenly finds his heart racing after not feeling much for a long time.

March Comes in Like a Lion

It features the life of Rei Kiriyama, an introvert and professional shogi player, who gradually develops both his play and his relationship with others.

The Devil is a Part-Timer

Hilarity and fun ensues when Satan ends up in modern day Japan without any magic to return, and starts working part time in a fast food joint.

Yowamushi Pedal

Onoda is a cheerful otaku looking to join his new school's anime club, eager to finally make some friends. Unfortunately, the club has been disbanded and somehow he stumbled into the bicycle club.

Tokyo Revengers

Hanagaki Takemichi lives an unsatisfying life right up until his death. Waking up 12 years in the past, he reckons with the eventual fate of his friends and tries to prevent an unfortunate future.

Ouran High School Host Club

One day, Haruhi, a scholarship student at exclusive Ouran High School, breaks an $80,000 vase that belongs to the "Host Club," a mysterious campus group consisting of six super-rich (and gorgeous) guys. To pay back the damages, she is forced to work for the club, and it's there that she discovers just how wealthy the boys are and how different they are from everybody else.

Mashle: Magic and Muscles

The story follows Mash Burnedead, a magic-less kid who enrolls at Easton and aims to fool everyone into thinking he's top of the class

IDOLiSH7

An idol group is named "Idolish7," and consists of seven male singers, each with their own unique personality and background. Tsumugi must train and turn all of them into the famous idols, all the while struggling against the hardships of the entertainment industry

Tokyo Ghoul

Set in a world where humans live in constant fear of ghouls - superpowered humanoid beings who feed on human flesh to survive, a shy college student named Kaneki Ken, who is nearly killed in an attack by one of these monsters, becomes a half-ghoul himself after receiving an organ transplant from the ghoul.

Obey Me

The main character is transported to Devildom by a summoning ritual to attend Devildom Academy as a exchange student for one year. The main character will be greeted by seven gorgeous men that are avatars of the deadly sins.

Buddy Daddies

Kazuki Kurusu and Rei Suwa, assassins who live under one roof; and Miri, the daughter of Kazuki and Rei's assassination target who ended up being picked up by Kazuki, who she thinks is her biological father.

SpyxFamily

The story follows a spy who has to "build a family" to execute a mission, not realizing that his adopted daughter is a telepath, and the woman he agrees to marry is a skilled assassin

Haikyuu

Junior high school student, Shoyo Hinata, becomes obsessed with volleyball after catching a glimpse of Karasuno High School playing in the Nationals on TV.

Food Wars

Teenager Soma Yukihira aspires to become a full-time chef in his father Joichiro's family restaurant, "Restaurant Yukihira", and to surpass his father's culinary skills.

My Hero Academia

Born without special powers in a world where 80% of the population has them, Izuku Midoriya still dreams of becoming a hero.

Black Clover

The story follows Asta, a young boy born without any magic power who is given a rare grimoire that grants him anti-magic abilities. With his fellow mages from the Black Bulls, Asta plans to become the next Wizard King.

The Daily Life of the Immortal King

A boy with extraordinary magical powers tries to pass for average at his new high school, where the students learn to cultivate their spiritual force.

Demon Slayer

A family is attacked by demons and only two members survive - Tanjiro and his sister Nezuko, who is turning into a demon slowly.

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hornyanimegirl · 2 years

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Hi! Do you think you could do a fluff of soma x reader or an akira x reader from food wars? Everything else is up to you! ☺️

FOOD WARS MEN REACTING TO YOU BUYING FAST FOOD

featuring . . . SOMA YUKIHIRA, AKIRA HAYAMA, RYO KUROKIBA

includes . . . just a bunch of fluff

notes . . . im sorry this took so long, it took me forever to come up with this. i really like the way it turned out, and I hope you do too. please enjoy <3

Soma Yukihira

You had a long day at school, which included you waking up late and rushing to get ready for the day. And, when your day finally seemed to get better, you had an argument with your teacher that caused you to stay after class and arrive late to the dorm.

You were exhausted, and didn’t want to cook yourself dinner, so you ordered some of your favorite food. Knowing that this was less work for you, so as you waited for the delivery to arrive, you could take a shower and relax.

When you heard knocks on the door, you calmly walked to get your food. But, to your surprise, someone was already down there. Soma, a boy that stole your heart and vice versa, was standing by the closed door with the bag in his hands looking at it confused.

“Soma that’s mine, you can give it to me”

Soma turned in your direction, and upon seeing you his lips turned into a bright smile. He completely disregarded the bag in his hands, throwing it on the floor so he could go and hug you.

“SOMA, MY FOOD”

You didn’t think he was listening to you as he smothered your face in kisses. But, once the word “food” slipped from your mouth, he stopped his movement.

“What food” He asked tilting his head like a lost puppy, making you let out a chuckle.

“The bag you just dropped is full of food sweetheart”

Soma needed a few seconds to process the situation before his face scrunched up in confusion.

“Why didn’t you just ask me to cook you some food”

The small pout set on his lips caused your face to soften at his adorable expression.

“I didn’t know where you were, and I was very hungry, so I just ordered some”

Honestly, you hadn’t even thought of asking Soma to cook you dinner. Your mind fogged with exhaustion; you just did the first thing that came to mind.

“Oh, okay then”

Soma looked pleased with your answer, as he went to grab your food that thankfully landed up right.

“Just come to me next time you don’t want to cook, ok? Oh, and you have to share your food now”

His beaming smile melted your heart, and of course you agreed. How could you say no to him?

Akira Hayama

You were helping Jun out with the things she had forgotten to do, like watering the plants and overseeing spices with her. Since Akira had wandered off to who knows where.

You and Akira had been dating for a couple of months now. And, although he never told you, he loved to cook for you. He loved your reactions to his cooking and the praise you would give him once you were finished eating.

You and Jun decided to order some food, too busy to cook for yourselves at the moment. The food took longer than necessary, and you and Jun were starving by the time you heard the knock on the door. Instead of seeing a delivery man, it was Akira holding you bag of food while waving the delivery man off.

“Hi Akira”

You greeted him with a small smile and leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

After your greeting –that warmed his heart- he just walked past you. Confused, you walked after him, wondering what had him in such a rush.

Akira turned into the room you and Jun were working in, to find Jun on the floor in a ball –due to her hunger- but completely ignored her.

“Akira, what are you doing”

Your voice rang through the room as you watched Akira walk towards the trashcan.

It all happened in the blink of an eye; Akira threw away your food.

Your mouth was agape, and your eyes wide.

“Why did you do that”

Your voice was calm, but inside you were fuming. You and Jun had waited forever for that food, and he had the audacity to throw it away.

As if finally snapping out of his trance, he looked at you with shock in his eyes. After realizing what he did his cheeks burned red, too embarrassed to explain why he did it.

But, knowing you, you wouldn’t let this go. So, mustering up the courage he finally explained.

“I don’t like you eating other people’s food”

You watched as Akira scratched the back of his head and turned away from you so you wouldn’t see the blush on his cheeks.

“AWWWWWWWWWWW AKIRA”

You quite literally ran and jumped on him, as you both collapsed to the ground you were filled with uncontrollable giggles, and Akira had an unwavering smile.

“Akira you’re really cute you know that”

You said it with the brightest smile on your face.

“Whatever”

Was his response as he stared at you on top of his chest with love in his eyes.

“But seriously we're starving, get up and cook us something”

You continuously hit his chest while telling him to never throw your food away again, and Akira just cooked you more food while you did it.

Ryō Kurokiba

“Hey Alice, I'm hungry”

You had originally come to visit your boyfriend, but since he wasn’t here, you and Alice were just talking while playing cards.

“Oh, then I'll call Ryo to cook us some food”

She responded while tilting her head and placing a finger on her chin.

“Alice he’s not here remember”

“OHHH right, I forgot, then why don’t we just order some food”

“Yeah, that’s perfect!”

You had asked Alice what she wanted and then placed the order online. You guys continued your talking, the atmosphere calming.

When the food had finally arrived, you thanked the kind man who delivered it and ate at the dining table with Alice.

“Alice, I'm back”

You heard Ryo’s voice as he approached the dining room. Quickly jumping from your chair and wrapping your arms around Ryo giving him a quick peck on the lips, you greeted with a smile.

“Welcome back”

“I didn’t know you were visiting”

His voice was calm as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“It was a surprise!”

“Can you guys stop with the lovey dovey stuff, I'm still here you know”

Upon hearing Alice’s voice, Ryo’s gaze shifted away from you, and he noticed the food on the table that was placed in to-go boxes.

“What is that”

He was glaring at the food on the table, being uncharacteristically angry without his bandana on.

“It’s food?”

You were confused by the question but answered, nonetheless.

Ryo let go of his hold on you and decided to try your plate of food.

He wasn’t impressed by what he was tasting at all.

“I could make this so much better”

He was quick to get out ingredients to make the same dish, but with added flavor.

“Don’t eat that, it’s a disappointment”

You laughed as you watched your boyfriend cook for you. You knew he loved cooking for you but didn’t think he would be so angry over you eating fast food.

“Here, taste it”

It was delicious, and way better than the food you ordered.

“It's amazing love, way better than the other food”

You patted his head lovingly while smiling at him. His mouth upturned into one of the rare smiles you loved.

Ryo watched as you ate, enjoying the way you talked nonstop to him.

“Hey Ryo, what about my food”

Alice was still waiting on her plate of Ryo’s food so she could try it.

“Go make your own”

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saintarc · 10 months

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MOCKTAIL . . . tsukasa eishi.

about. tsukasa eishi cannot drink alcohol of the sort, so the beautiful bartender girl serves him a mocktail instead.

note. female reader. adult / bar! alternate universe.

a fancy cup of champagne glass was smoothly swept to the counter top where tsukasa eishi sat. the contents of the beverage served held the rich colour of blue and purple. there were silvery swirls, most definitely edible glitter for decorations in beverages. it was made with an alcohol-free recipe, containing of lemon juices, sparkling soda, even more lemon and a pinch of glitter along with like that sit at the edge of the glass.

there the perfect aftermath of a mocktail was created and served to tsukasa where his face never fails to light up whenever he sees the amazing drinks you make. from a beverage student in tōtsuki culinary academy to a world-class bartender. tsukasa knew it was right to have the biggest hope and faith in your career.

and just like how he had supported you ever since you both were mere teenagers, you knew everything about his opinions on your drinks. and how he has low alcohol tolerance. it was like an obvious fact that was known by the entire world.

with the mocktails you make for him in the mocking of cocktails, you made sure to put extra effort in the drinks specifically just for tsukasa eishi. after all, he was the one who managed to get you into the world of beverages, finding you a spot in the culinary school even if your skills were only to make the best of drinks that could savour one's tongue.

you simply love how the white-haired male would visit your bar at wherever in this world you might be, he will always come out of his comfort zone just to congratulate you and try out your newest creations before you add it to your menu.

tsukasa eishi held a special place in your heart. and he sure felt the same, especially if he would go out all the way to do so much just to journey with you and working alongside your career as a chef of his own.

only this time, tsukasa is the great chef of your local bar, serving the best dishes while you serve the richest beverages.

"i love your mocktails just like how i love you, y/n."

#🎥 . . xwrites #tsukasa eishi #eishi tsukasa #tsukasa x reader #eishi tsukasa x reader #food wars #food wars: shokugeki no souma #shokugeki no soma #food wars tsukasa #sns #food wars x reader

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summer-nights19 · 1 year

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!!Masterlist!!

Welcome to my blog ! Here, I write fanfic for a variety of fandoms. I'm also into reading and video games, so I might post about those from time to time.

Enjoy your stay ~

Requests/suggestions are more than welcome- please leave them in my ask box and I'll get back to you asap !

Psst here's my ao3

Mini series

Wings of freedom

Levi Ackerman x fem! reader

Part 1- Moon song

Part 2- Alrighty aphrodite

Part 3- Waves

Part 4- Falling asleep at the wheel

Discontinued

You don't know me

Daiki Aomine x fem reader Part 1

Part 2

Oneshots

Shout out to my exes for inspiring the majority of my angst content. Carrying my blog fr 🙏🙏🙏

I'm aware that an increasing number of my oneshots are getting sequels ! If you want a sequel, go ahead and request one, but if you're not interested, all my oneshots can obv be read as standalone stories (except for the part 2s)

Sailor moon

I'm not her - cheater! Haruka Tenoh x gn! reader (angsty)

Your girlfriend is growing increasingly distant, but you're determined to fix your relationship until you make a terrible discovery when coming back home early from a trip

Part 2 was requested <33

Guess we have a part 3 now

Here's part 4 :>

Kuroko no basket

Replaceable - Kise x gn! reader (angsty)

Your relationship with your boyfriend is falling apart, but you can't leave. That is, until one final blow is delivered.

Also, here is part 2 as requested !

Aomine and Kise x gn reader threesome Letting your fav boys completely destroy you together one night at a party <3

Murasakibara x gn! reader how the GoM guys react when they find out you're dating (request)

Attack on titan

Levi x fem reader fluffy teashop au drabble (request)

You and Levi being hopelessly in love and running a tea shop in a post war au.

Omori

Withering gladiolus- Aubrey angst

How Aubrey's grief changes her life after Mari's death

Headcanons

Knb

Knb characters as icks

Please don't hate me ☠

GoM + Takao x afab reader period comfort hcs How they would react to your period mood swings

Knb dating headcanons

What I think dating my personal favs would be like

GoM x S/O who's like Jade West

How the GoM would act with a seemingly mean (but secretly affectionate) s/o

GoM meet Kagami's older sister

How the GoM would act around Kagami's cool, smart older sister

GoM x foul mouthed reader (crack)

How the GoM would act with an s/o who swears a lot

Not fanfic

Videogame reccs/what I think the purrgatory characters look like

Coming soon

???

Requesting rules

Requests are currently: closed

First kiss ask game

Please don't request

Noncon

Hard smut (smut is ok for the most part)

Paedophilia or bestiality

A/b/o

Aus that stray too far from the classic ones (eg college aus, coffee shop aus or mafia aus are all acceptable)

Please bear in mind that if you want me to write about an OC, you'll have to provide some details about them. Also, if you don't specify gender preference in a self insert, I'll automatically write a gn reader

Fandoms I'll write for

JJBA (not part 5 or after part 6)

Attack on titan

Obey me

Ikemen series

Dangerous fellows

Sailor moon

Danganronpa

Kuroko's basketball

Fruits basket

Kakeguri

Seven deadly sins (depending on the character)

MHA (depending on the character)

Pokemon (depending on the character)

Yu-Gi-Oh

Food wars

Omori

Hazbin hotel

Cosmic wheel sisterhood

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lume-nescence · 2 years

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Being Soma, Megumi, & Takumi’s S/O

(separate)

an: okay i know i said something about “frequent uploads” but i got lazy again,,, anyways i’ve rarely seen any food wars fics so i’d thought to write something for it! not sure if anyone’s heard or into it as well but i just love this trio <3 (we’re going to ignore that this has been sitting in my drafts for two months)

pronouns: they/them

genre: headcanons, crack

cw: possibly ooc soma

Soma

being his s/o would be amazing or terrifying

why terrifying? you know his disgusting experiments he calls food? yes since you’re his lovely s/o you have the honor of being the taste tester for them

if you’re good at cooking, he’ll be challenging you to tons shokugekis. if you’re not, that’s alright, he’s cool with giving some tips he’s got from his dad and teaching you <3

he’ll always 1-up you. and i mean always. he’s so competitive

like we get it soma you’re a godly cook

you both taste each other’s dishes and compliment one another until mans said

“y/n i think you should add a little more salt to enhance the flavor.”

“WHAT? SAYS YOU!”

“really now? you talking to me like that says otherwise. i think YOU’RE the salty one here.”

he’s such a tease. say you’re.. short, or shorter than him, and you’re trying to get something from the top shelf of the kitchen in the polar star dormitory.

he’ll be there snickering like: “wow, y/n, how’s the weather down there?”

yeah, eventually he’ll help you out afterwards

if you’re taller he’s in awe. like: “woah! never knew there’s someone taller than me.”

and he means it lovingly, but that doesn’t stop him from challenging you to shokugekis every now and then

i imagined this one scenario where you and him are casually taking a stroll in town and then when you came across something you wanted to eat, you were hesitant into getting it until soma noticed and was like “oh, you want to try those? i’ll get some for us to try!”

and then.. he got challenged into a shokugeki because of his reputation. which of course he accepts because soma is soma. but newsflash, he won of course because he’s soma <3 plot armor *coughs*

but you both enjoyed their food <3 soma gives them tips as well

when y o u get challenged to a shokugeki with HIM just idling standing by, he’s literally like: “woah there, challenging them on the spot? wrong move. do you know who you’re facing?” with that smirk on his face.

immediate confidence boost.

he’ll be your confidence booster <3

when he introduces you to the polar star gang he goes: “guys, this is y/n. my s/o. they’re the #2 chef beside me!” with him happily patting your head/shoulder

anyways, he’s a teasing asshole but he’s your teasing asshole <3

Megumi

i love her. she’s so cute!

agahdga faints

im sorry i love her so much

if you’re having a bad day, she’ll be panicking at first and then ask you what’s wrong. when you told her what’s wrong she said she’ll cook something up for you to make you feel better

and you know her food SLAPS. (sorry soma ily) her food can make someone feel a sense of warmth and comfort inside since her specialty is hospitality

now i want to try her food

once she’s finished she brings the dish up to you with a confident look on her face like: “i got this. they will feel better in no time! you got this megumi! you’ve come a long way with your cooking!”

sobbing i love her. did i say that already?

once you tried her dish, you have a smile plastered on your face as expected. you thanked her for the food and say how delicious it is. she’s literally all: “oh! thank you! ah- you’re welcome! it’s no problem! im just looking out for you!”

megumi :((

she’s willing to cook for you! say you’re like “i could go for some food rn” she’s IMMEDIATELY on it

i have a feeling she’ll say “i love you!” every 2 minutes to make sure you’re aware of it.

because she does love you!

she’s literally a mother to you frfr

“have you eaten?” “did you drink water?” she’s just looking out for you because she really cares about you <3

omg and picnic dates too WAAAAAA

okay i haven’t written something dumb here yet so im going to do just that

sorry megumi ilysm but im going to implement some dumb shit here too

okay so you decided to warm up some leftovers megumi gave you right?

well, you realized that you put your metal utensils in there too

you forgor

megumi was panicking so much and almost tripped when trying to stop the microwave

god bless her

she doesn’t trust you with the microwave after that

and please don’t ever try that

megumi care you

Takumi

ah yes, we love a tsundere boy.

i can picture his brother teasing him for being so close to you and he’s all flustered

“ISAMI!! NOT IN FRONT OF THEM-“

cue isami lol’ing irl

also him flirting with you in italian oh my

he’d be the type to tell you cheesy pick up lines

like “are you a parking ticket? because you’ve got fine written all over you.”

you couldn’t help but snort and say “takumi are you done yet?” because he’s been going at it for 3 minutes. it’s as if he studied this pick up line thoroughly just for this moment

you know how he always challenges soma to a shokugeki right? well now he has another reason to be challenging him. it’s to impress you.

you’ll always see soma and takumi bicker when it’s just takumi doing most of the bickering

it’s hilarious to see takumi relishing his rival role towards soma

because you’re usually there to see him and he gets embarrassed

and my boy soma teases him for that

there are times where he’ll let you hold the mezzaluna <3

i can also picture him flexing in front of soma that he’s got a s/o before him

this man can make anything into a competition i swear

if someone’s rude to you, he’s scary when he’s mad.

drops the tsundere facade and puts on his big boy pants

he’ll have that same attitude from when he faced eizan

these are so short i apologize i got tired

but tbh takumi would be an amazing bf

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sips-tea-cutely · 2 years

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Hii I saw the 800 followers event and I wanted to say CONGRATS 🥳🥳🎉🎉

And can I request tsukasa eishi x gn reader prompt 11 once again CONGRATS 🫶

From me, to you, confessing my heart

a/n: THE WAY I SAW THIS AND STARTED WRITING I LOVED EISHI THE MOMENT I SAW HIM FIRST LVOE FR 🫶🫶🫶🫶 ALSO THIS IS KINDA MISCOMMUNICATION IM SO SORRY SNS FANDOM U DESERVE BETTER 💔💔💔🙏🙏🙏

prompt: “It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me.”

tsukasa eishi was so so obviously in love with you; his breaths would suddenly get heavy, his cheeks would redden so contrastive from his milky skin, almost everyone in eishi’s small social circle (read: the elite 10) knew how paralyzingly lovesick he was for the charmingly intimidating heir; they all knew how desperate he was for even a sliver of conversation with you, how he looked at you as if you were a breath of fresh air.

they all knew, except you.

“y/n-chin, im serious! tsukasa-senpai is really crushing on you!” your classmate and higher-up in the elite 10, kuga said as he continued to badger you. “‘teru, jokes like that aren’t funny, you know?” you glared at the blonde as you crushed various herbs in a mortar. “it’s not a joke, ugh!” he groaned, “even nene-chin knows about his crush and she’s just as clueless to love as a robot!”

“it’s ridiculous, no!” you sigh for nth time. “why would the 1st seat out of all people have a crush on me? the only thing elite about me is probably my family.” you dryly laugh, your eyes softening at that slim hope that it was true, that it wasn’t some .

“ooh! what’s that smell?” a familiar voice called out, the kitchen door making quite a loud bang as it closed. “is the y/n making a new dish~?” your senior said as she came up to the two of you.

“what do you mean, the? you’re the 2nd seat, rindo.” you retort back. leaning onto the counter and scoffing, she continues the previous conversation; “i heard kuga saying something about tsukasa crushing on ‘ya, right? he’s right though— tsukasa’s such a dork when someone mentions you; eyes looking for you and all!” she laughs to herself at what you can only assume was a former experience.

“hmm… you really think so?” you asked doubtfully as you put down the pestle and start to prepare the main course. “obviously!” rindo scorned, her phone buzzing. “hah! speak of the devil, tsukasa needs to talk to you about the agreement for the first years’ stagiaire and your family’s restaurant.”

“now? ah, fine…” you begrudgingly take off your apron and wash your hands. “ooooh, what if he confesses his love for you~?” the feline-like girl goaded, getting a kick out of the groan you silently let out as you left the kitchen.

︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

“ts— ah, are you okay..?” you hesitantly ask the exhausted boy as his face is hidden by the stacks of documents on his table. “y/n?! ahem, sorry..” his cheeks flush as he clears his throat.

noticing little traits— until rindo and terunori pointed out his crush, you never noticed them; how shaky his hands would be when you were touching his skin, how badly he tried to look good when rindo brought up another embarrassing memory.

did the 1st seat of totsuki truly return your feelings?

“y/n, i… i need to ask you something..” his eyes paced, looking everywhere except at you. “have i done something wrong to you?!”

“w… what?” you ask, shocked. “it’s just… it’s like you never really see me. i’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me, you never even talk to me unless you’re obligated to…” he explained wearily as he fiddled with his loose tie.

“look— eishi, i was honestly a little… intimidated by you but, if you want to hang out more then… sure.” you keep your hands close to your chest to keep your heart from beating out of your chest.

“really? then… if you wouldn’t mind, a date? at my place, i’ll cook.”

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mssonepiece · 4 months

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#x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #one piece #csm #chainsaw man x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #one piece x reader #attack on titan x reader #soul eater x reader #tokyo ghoul x reader #food wars x reader

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thatanimewriter · 5 months

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RETROUVAILLES.

➳ synopsis: v. to meet again, especially after a long time apart

➳ character/s: hayama akira, tsukasa eishi, riku dola, morinozuka takashi, lie ren, winter schnee, qrow branwen, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, jirou kyoka, shinsou hitoshi, togata mirio, dedue molinaro, felix fraldarius, shamir nevrand, vi, ekko, dan heng, blade, gepard landau, fushiguro megumi, zen'in maki, nanami kento + any of your faves

➳ warnings: fantasy!au (character is a knight, you are the royal they serve), medieval shit, major character death, descriptions of blood, descriptions of injury, childhood friends to almost lovers, accidental murder lol, intentional murder, reader described as beautiful, hurt/no comfort, angst, gn!reader (as always)

➳ word count: 2k

➳ notes: the thing got graded finally, so you can now have it. sorry for any hurt feelings (not really, that was the whole point of the story-). character list is just some characters i DO write for that i think work for this story. also this won't be tagged properly, but it's fine

to them, the weight of their golden armour is equal to that of guilt and grief. the castle they swore to protect is a permanent reminder of their shortcomings, though they never expected to return so soon. their metal-clad figure decorates the deteriorating structure in flecks of fragmented sunshine along the sandstone hallways. the kaleidoscope of light is no longer disrupted by the servants’ shadows. instead, the faux sun lurks on the walls as they drag their feet along the floor. the scraping of metal along stone replaces the low murmurs of maids and the light footsteps of staff as they flitted around the castle. the echo is deafening, and they realise they despises silence. it isn’t true silence with the clanking of their armour, but it makes them painfully aware that they are a survivor. the rattling of metal causes them to be uncomfortably conscious of their isolated existence. glancing through ajar doors that line the walls, they longs for a semblance of home, yet they are met by blood-stained tile and mangled corpses littering the floor in unappealing heaps of sunken cheeks and open wounds.

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they step around them, gaze flickering to each of the faces paralysed by a still heart and wishes to lay with them, to feel the sticky black blood seep through their clothes and be held by the icy arms of death. they steel themselves against the pungent scent of rotting flesh, waving off the flies lingering around their head but failing to break through the helmet that conceals their shame and anguish.

the squeal of rusty hinges makes them close his eyes as they shakily exhale. their eyes flutter open at the quiet groan of the floorboards, and their breath hitches in their throat. it is as if colour returns to their vision, and they are several years younger, free of the faint crow’s feet stemming from the corners of their eyes and the dull ache in their chest.

it’s… the same. but you're not here.

silk sheets lay neatly atop the mattress, and the pillows remain meticulously arranged. they think if they sleep under the covers, they might smell your floral perfume on the pillowcases. they don’t entertain that idea. the sunlight filters through the translucent curtains, highlighting the blanket of dust that settles on the furniture and floor. the room hasn’t changed much since childhood; though it was sporadic, they were permitted inside. nonetheless, it was timeless. throughout all the phases of your life, it still felt like you.

they eye the vanity, clear of clutter but filled with nostalgia. the hairbrush is likely unusable – at least not without lacing dust and bugs through one’s hair – but it looked the same as when they originally gifted it. strands of hair weave between the bristles, and they wonder if their own locks are hidden away in the forest of DNA.

the maids would have cleaned the hairbrush since I was a child.

they don’t touch anything; they knows what is tucked away in the drawers and boxes. there is one thing they allows themselves to taint with their touch. they pry a brick from the wall, reaching into the pocket of secrecy they’d made with you. a matted velvet box graces their armoured fingertips. they don’t feel the texture, but the box size is familiar. they carefully pluck it from the treasure trove of memories and broken promises, sliding the brick back into place. gently unclasping the box, they smile softly at the two rings that lay side by side.

“one day, i’ll marry you!” they proclaim as you sit on the floor of your balcony. you giggle at their proposal and inquire about the rings you would wear if you married. “rings?” “you have to give me a ring to tell everyone that we’re getting married.” their little shoulders slump, and a pout forms on their lips. they sheepishly scuff their foot along the ground and tries to ignore the tears in their eyes. “...i don’t have one.” you sigh but give them a hopeful look. “but eventually you will?” they quickly brighten and grin through their tears as they lift their head to look at you. “yes! it’s gonna be like no other ring in the whole kingdom!”

they pocket the box and glance at the balcony. they kneel and bow their head, resting their right hand on their heart. when they rise, they look at the room before gently closing the door behind them as if you has retired for the night, and they don’t want to wake you. a practised method that hasn’t entirely left their bones.

as they descend the stairs to the ballroom, they nearly smile at the memory of the ball before the tragedy that befell the castle. they don't let it break through the perfectly crafted mask of neutrality. not when the ballroom floor is occupied by more lifeless bodies and darkened blood smears. they look to their side, wishing they could relive the memory of the ball and hoping they can look into your eyes as they escort you down the stairs, hoping you can share one last dance.

but you're not here…

they raise their arms, supporting the memory of everything they long to return to, and waltz. there is no music, yet their timing is precise, and despite having no dance partner, their form persists. they ponder the events of the tragedy as they glide along the bloody floor and skirt around the dozens of corpses, each bearing a face they'd seen a million times and maybe even a little more.

they can almost feel the weight of the spear they carried that day as they dance. they could hear your deafening scream as you were pulled into the crossfire. the sound follows them into their unconscious, a horrifying alarm. they never forgot the ache in their heart as their spear pierced through you. a human shield is a cowardly move in their mind, but the culprit had succeeded if the goal was to leave them with insurmountable guilt.

they come to a halt, bowing to the ghost of you. recalling your morning together beneath the gazebo, they gravitate to the imaginary scent of tea and pastries. the winter sun doesn’t fully reach them through the armour, and they attempt to resist the welcoming rays of warmth that beckon them to stay longer. they sit on the concrete bench they had called dibs on when they were twelve, ignoring the dull pain in their chest. slowly, they remove their armour. the metal feels warm despite the thin layer of ice along the lake the gazebo resided by.

the metal plates rest neatly on the bench, and they shiver at the fresh, cool air that tickles their skin. they sigh and roll their shoulders free of lingering tension, allowing themselves a moment of tranquility. their eyes – drops of sunshine that had fallen from the heavens according to you – scanned the garden that built their childhood and adolescence. the twitch of their fingers goes unnoticed as they reminisce about their training to become a knight. the tightness in their throat is unacknowledged when they see the statue of you standing tall, proud and beautiful atop a marble pedestal. they wonder if the sculptor had taken a cast of you rather than building beauty with a reference. they clench their fist, imagining your fingers laced between theirs. they've memorised the sensation, embedding it into their brain each time your hands embraced over the years. flicking the box open, they let the rings fall into the palm of their hand.

“like no other in the kingdom”. heh… what an understatement.

they chuckle at their craftsmanship. it is what is expected when an eight-year-old finds wire to make a ring. they observe the jagged circle – if you could even call it that – and the haphazardly hidden wire ends that made them feel like an ant had bitten them. it was irritating beneath their little armoured hand, often coated in a thin layer of sweat, but now they crave the sharp sting that fades to a dull ache. perhaps the discomfort has travelled from their calloused and scarred skin to their weary bones and heavy heart.

they mindlessly hum a tune from their childhood as they unwind the wires, straightening them as best they can. their nimble fingers falter as their vision blurs, but they intertwine the wire into a band of love as the soft melody cracks and fades away. in their tunic, they shed responsibility and don youth while they recraft the rings as if they could rewrite history. the art of creating jewellery didn’t embed itself in their flesh and bones like combat did, despite their parents teaching them before they left the village.

a cold wind kisses their skin, and they wet their lips, gazing at their workshopped rings with a smile you claimed could warm even the most hostile souls. they rise with a newfound energy, standing before the ethereal marble effigy. their breath crystallises as they stare into the stony eyes of the statue, slipping a halo onto their ring finger. they don’t dare to tear their gaze away and finds their vision joining the misty gardens again. a short apology escapes them as they climb onto the plinth, slide the accompanying token onto your marble finger, and lay a chaste kiss on your icy forehead. they dismount the pedestal at the sound of shouting and is struck with a familiar paralysing experience. they can hear their pulse in their eardrums over the voices, and their limbs itch with the desire to escape.

no. i stay.

the faces that emerge from the tall grass aren’t familiar, but the old, blood-stained uniform brings ease. they don’t hear what the intruders declare over their heartbeat, but they focus on the sword shared between the looters. a sudden movement breaks their concentration, followed by a new ache in their abdomen, and they are acutely aware of the sword skewering their organs and poking through their tunic. the sturdy marble pedestal makes an ugly screech against the metal before meeting their back. they hiss when it’s pulled from its temporary sheath, dripping with red and shreds of tissue. the blood that coats the blade slides down the statue’s base, gathering in their hair and absorbing into their shirt. as they slump against the surface, they let their eyes flutter shut, and they faintly hear the footsteps of the intruders grow distant.

they frown as they lay on the lawn, ripping dry skin from their lips with their teeth. “can i ask you a question?” “you just did,” you respond with an ounce of playfulness. “what if i fail?” you turn to face them with narrow eyes as if you dared them to elaborate. “what if i can’t protect you?” you stare for a moment as you debate your answer. they gaze into your eyes and look for a hint of uncertainty but is met with their insecurities as they reflect their image. you flash a gentle smile and pick a blade of grass from their messy mop of hair. “i’ll see you soon, won’t i?”

a final smile tugs at their lips, and they exhale, weakly lifting their hand to look at the ring that failed to shine in the sliver of sunset light. the warmth disappears beneath the horizon, permitting the stars to adorn the navy skies, and their hand falls to the ground.

see you soon. i missed you. in our next life, maybe…

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