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thatanimewriter · 1 year

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SWEET CHEEKS.

➳ request: Hi can I request hayama akira, soma, erina, Roy x reader insert where she is like a world champion chocolatier since she was little and just casually drops that when talking to themI swear you are like the only food wars author out there and I’m living for it😄😄

➳ character/s: yukihira soma, hayama akira, kurokiba ryou, nakiri erina

➳ warnings: swearing

➳ notes: omg that’s amazing, have this thing that i got super carried away with-

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

── 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.

it’s not often that he’s lost for words (that he’ll admit). but this is one time that he will admit that he was speechless. he was laying in bed in his dorm room, looking at this cookbook about pastries and desserts, your head is resting on his chest as you’re scrolling through your phone. his eyes flicked to the video on your phone, watching with his mouth agape as he sees a man create a giant chocolate sculpture of a shark.

“woah! that’s awesome!�� he exclaimed, “it looks so good...”

meanwhile, you shrugged your shoulders as best you could from your spot on the bed. “yeah, it’s alright. he could’ve made the seams less obvious though,” you responded, scrolling to the next video. soma pressed his lips together at your less than enthusiastic reaction, before returning to his book, awkwardly turning the page with one hand as the other mindlessly massaged your head.

“this one is better,” you said, showing him your phone again. “it just looks like it came right out of a mold.”

“since when were you a chocolate sculpting professional?” he teased, taking your phone to look closer.

“i’ve been a world champion chocolatier since i was 8, so i think i’m more than qualified, thank you very much,” you answered, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

“HUH???” by now, the cookbook was long abandoned, plopped on the floor beside the bed as soma sat up abruptly. “WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL ME?”

a light giggle escaped your lips, “you never asked, so i never brought it up.”

“WHO ASKS THEIR GIRLFRIEND ‘hey, are you a world champion chocolatier?’ WHEN LIKE, NO ONE IS-”

── 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀.

it’s finally come to the moon festival and he’s been dragged into a group with you, alice and ryou. after many trials and errors - mostly errors - comes date night. it’s never been much of a going out sort of thing for the both of you, but rather making dinner and dessert for each other.

“you cook dinner, i make dessert?” you proposed, sitting atop the kitchen counter, swinging your legs gently. hayama nodded, standing from his seat and leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“any requests?” he asked, tying his hair into a ponytail.

“nah, anything you make i’ll eat.” a gentle smile crossed his face at your response, but soon faltered as he saw you begin to prepare for dessert.

“you don’t need to start on dessert just yet, you know?”

“you’ll be much faster than i will be, so i gotta start as early as i can,” you explained. “a world champion chocolatier needs all the time she can get.”

“of course, of course- wait... world champion chocolatier?”

you turn to face your boyfriend, an innocent light in your eyes as he stared, eyebrows slightly furrowed. “did i not tell you?”

“no, you failed to mention the part where you’re a master chocolatier.” as he turned back to focus on his work, you walked over, wrapping your arms around his waist and peering over his shoulder. “don’t touch me,” he joked.

“i’m sorryy...” you mumbled, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. “i’ll make the coolest chocolate sculpture for you?”

“...fine.”

── 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔.

it wasn’t unusual that you were left to your own devices in your personal kitchen, pouring out chocolate into various molds and surfaces, palette knife gliding along the glossy material. you’d been a chocolatier since you were a child, so your body moved on autopilot as you prepared other ingredients to go inside the chocolate-lined molds.

“oi.” you glanced up at your boyfriend, waving at him gently before returning to your work at hand. “what is all this?” he asked from the doorway.

“chocolate.”

“duh, but what are you doing with it?” ryou pushed away from the doorframe, coming closer to scrutinise your work.

“ryou! can’t you just let a world champion chocolatier do her work?” alice exclaimed, slapping his arm playfully.

“yeah, babe, just let the master chocolatier do her work,” you chimed in, continuing to assemble the treats.

“huh?” the light laughter coming from alice tipped him off first. “you knew about this?” he grumbled.

“of course, it happened when we were all children and first became friends,” she answered.

“BABE!” he yelled, making you jump slightly. “YOU’RE MEANT TO TELL ME ABOUT ALL YOUR FUCKING ACHIEVEMENTS!”

“i thought you knew!” you yelled back.

“CLEARLY FUCKING NOT!”

── 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀.

normally, you and erina would just work in the same kitchen in silence, perfecting and testing recipes. but this time, your work greatly intrigued her, pulling her away from her own dish more than a few times. she did try to concentrate on her work and leave you to finish yours, but it’s the first time she’s seen you making chocolate that she couldn’t help but watch in awe at your artistry.

meanwhile, you were spreading a thin layer of chocolate over an icy surface, hardening the substance rapidly before taking what looked to be a paint scraper and creating neat scrolls of chocolate. erina thought she knew what you looked like when you were focused, but it was clear she’d only seen a fifth of your abilities, because the intense stare you held sent shivers down her spine.

“are... you ok?” she asked, cautious of the energy you exuded in the moment.

“hm? yeah, of course, are you?”

“yes...” erina’s eyes continued to watch you as you moved to delicately arrange the chocolate scrolls on a small dish.

“are you sure?” you questioned, feeling her gaze upon your form as you worked. “i can feel you staring at me.”

she hesitated for a moment before putting her knife down and turning to face you properly. “where did you learn these skills?” she wondered, coming closer to admire the intricate work you had produced earlier that day.

“oh, well, i’ve been a world champion chocolatier since i was a kid, and i haven’t had a chance to practice in a while, so i thought i’d run through some of the techniques today.

erina’s jaw dropped slightly as you continued your work. “i never knew this...” she mumbled. “mind if i watch?”

“‘course not.”

#shokugeki no soma #food wars #yukihira soma #hayama akira #kurokiba ryou #nakiri erina #shokugeki no soma x reader #food wars x reader #yukihira soma x reader #hayama akira x reader #kurokiba ryou x reader #nakiri erina x reader #shokugeki no soma imagines #food wars imagines #yukihira soma imagines #hayama akira imagines #kurokiba ryou imagines #nakiri erina imagines

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imagine-writing-rainbow · 4 years

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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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justaramblingromantic · 6 years

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Dragon Song

Characters/Pairing: Nakiri Alice and Kurokiba Ryou, Nakiri Leonora and Nakiri Soe/ RyoAli, SoeNora

Type: Fantasy/Medieval!AU, Dragon Heart!verse, Freestyle, Established Relationship

Word Count: 2429

A/N I: Was absently doing some side character development/planning for Dragon Heart, but said side characters ran off with the plot (at least this particular branch of the Nakiri family did), so I ended up with this drabble. For this, I blame all of you spreading the RyoAli!germs around - I’m coming down with another case of OTP!withdrawal and this was probably the result...!

A/N II: Will put up a glossary (of sorts) to explain some terms at the endnote, so for now just hang tight and enjoy!

She woke up alone but was entirely unsurprised; her partner was an early riser and by now he knew better than to rouse her from her slumber until she was good and ready to do so on her own. Stretching out like a drowsy feline tangled amongst heavy pelts of cozy furs, she rolled over onto her belly and briefly snuggled into the faint indent on his side of the tent. His warmth was long gone, leeched away by the relentless chill of the Northern morn, but his scent still lingered and she inhaled happily, filling her lungs with sea salt brine and musky spice.

She was content to curl into the nook he had left behind, at least for a little while more, dozing, and it was another hour or so before she was roused enough to start her day, as the sun drifted higher up over the pale blue skies and the temperature started to warm…just slightly. Even though it was summer, this far North in Tootsuki, the weather was almost always freezing. Sitting up languidly, the fur covers slipped down her lush figure, revealing alabaster curves and silken skin, gooseflesh already starting to pebble from the cold, but she seemed impervious otherwise. Running her slender fingers through sleep tousled silver hair, she started to hum softly under her breath as she finally left the warmth of the furred bedding and crawled out of the tent, entirely, unabashedly, nude as she stood before the empty campground, sloe-eyed crimson surveying the breathtaking view before her.

Steep, craggy snowcapped glacier mountains stretched towards the endless crystal blue skies an impossible distance away. A few meters from where she stood, a fjord that fed into the sea snaked out before her, the calm surface pristine like a mirror’s reflection, twining sinuously through the vast and stark alpine ranges, carved into sheer bedrock stretching for hundreds of miles after millions of years of inchingly slow, geological upheaval. There was hardly any vegetation all around; nothing but the glaring white of snow and the contrasting dark greyness of rocky, jagged valleys and quietly lapping water. The harsh Northern sun bore down overhead, almost biting in its sheer intensity, but everything turned to gold where it touched.

This was home.

Beautiful but desolate. Harsh and unforgiving at times, but she would not have it any other way, just as she could not imagine living anywhere else. Her blood was tied here; she was born to this breathtakingly bleak, vast, untamed land, and here she would always return to.

It seemed like she was the only sentient being for miles and miles around, but appearances could be deceiving. She knew that she wasn’t alone; he was somewhere around too…

She wandered a few steps closer to the water’s edge, comfortably barefoot, yet her movements remained airy and graceful as a dancer. Ethereal. She was in a good mood, but then again, she had every right to be, her body loose and limber, still thrumming, glowing and well loved…

She opened her mouth, and started to sing.

Her head voice was haunting, a pristine, lingering kulning vocalized in the lost language of her people. Long, carrying notes echoed off the mountain ranges, resounding across the fjord and the valleys with lilting clarity, an impressive pitch carrying crystal clear over incredible distances. Her song was riveting, enthralling, captivating the hearts and minds of all who were within hearing range, immediately held in the adamantine grip of her lulling, enchanting voice.

She closed her eyes and sang the story of a beautiful Leanan Sidhe, with a head of fine silver hair like moonspun silk and mesmerizing eyes of blood rubies. She was the most beautiful of her kind; flawless skin of ivory, the spellbinding face of an angel’s, the willowy, graceful figure of the fae…and a divine voice that could send grown men dropping to their knees in prayer and euphoric worship.

There were none who could resist her exquisite presence – she was deeply loved by all who set eyes on her, who so much as heard her sublime songs. There were men who would kill for her, who would die gladly for her, just for the sheer privilege of hearing her sing.

But this beautiful Leanan Sidhe, even though adored and idolized by mortals – she was always sad, because for all of her endless wanderings across the realms, never once had she found that which she was fruitlessly searching for. A deep, persisting void grew in her chest day by day, a gaping emptiness that she sought in vain to fill through the enraptured, tortured souls who yearned for her but could never possess her, but their dedicated, ardent infatuations were never enough even when they surrendered their all to her. In despair and sorrow, this muse of the fae resigned herself to a miserable, wretched fate of constantly seeking…though for what…or whom…she knew not.

Perhaps this was the curse afflicted to those of her kind. Just as her beguiling presence elicited sheer madness and obsessive inspiration in the fractured minds of mortal men, so was she doomed to forever seeking for the elusive something that she would never find, that she would never be allowed to experience this feverish, frenetic euphoria and blissful anguish that she hungered for the most.

Love.

But one day, that all changed.

One day, passing across the violent, frenetic aftermath of a bloody battlefield, the Leanan Sidhe chanced upon a dying mortal man.

He was a Prince amongst men, an honorable warrior who fought valiantly for his men and for his Kingdom. In battle, he was ferocious and heroic, and even in defeat, the loyal, steadfast song that his soul sang with such strength and courage captivated her completely.

When she laid eyes on him, everything else fell away. Nestled cold and still in her chest, something trembled and started to stir. Her alabaster complexion tinged rose. Her fathomless crimson eyes glistened with the beginnings of emotion. Her breath caught in her throat.

She had spent her long, lonely existence searching forlornly for something that she knew not a thing about, but yet, at that very instant, she comprehended immediately and with complete certainty that she had found it. This precious, precious, most exquisite thing.

For his song resonated in such harmony with her own that it could not be mistaken for anything else.

Her eyes filled with tears. He was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen, perfect in his human imperfection. He was hers.

And she could tell, from the moment their gazes met, that he had felt the inevitable pull too. She could not let him perish, now that she had finally, finally found him. So she took his life as her own instead, in the only way she knew how, in the only way she was allowed to. Tethering his soul to hers, binding them both together because that was right and that was how it should have been from the very beginning, how it should always be. Never mind that she would shorten her own immortal existence and share his human lifespan instead – for what possible existence could she have without her heart with her?

Song of my heart, you are the only song I’ll sing for the rest of my life.

And for this warrior Prince, she was his, too. Light of his life. Her beauty, her grace, her love both humbled and strengthened him. She was something that he did not entirely understand, but whose mysteries he would gladly spend the rest of his life trying to unravel. For her, he would use his shield and his sword to create a life they could share, build her a home in which to raise a family that was both his and hers. She was his muse, his motivation, his inspiration. Wife. Lover. Soulmate. Their joyous union eventually bore fruit in the form of a beautiful baby girl, a little halfling princess who was every bit as exquisite and spirited as her fae mother and brave and righteous as her royal father.

One day, this curious and fearless child princess of the North met a wild Jörmungandr dragonling…

The young woman standing right before the water’s edge allowed her pure, heady voice to trail off slowly, until the tender, dreamy, beguiling notes faded away completely, inadvertently imbuing the now utterly silent countryside with the faintest touch of the Otherworld. Smiling playfully, she reopened her eyes, a flicker of impish mischief glimmered in those unearthly captivating, ruby depths as she steadily, fearlessly met the dangerous, slit pupiled ones of the colossal serpent that she had summoned out of the deep fjord with her song.

The creature before her was amongst some of the most ferocious and savage looking species of dragons to exist. Cold, glittering red eyes, angular jaws lined with rows upon rows of razor sharp fangs each easily standing as tall as a full-grown man, and an intimidating, fearsome face plate studded with an impressive array of deadly horns and jagged spikes. Massive, impenetrable matte black scales covered the entire span of its long, coiling body, dynamically streamlined yet muscular. Sleek fins adorned its back and powerful tail. It possessed no limbs or wings, but this monolithic, aquatic dragon did not require any to swiftly, silently, glide through the icy, dark waters of its expansive territories as easily as though it was flying through air.

It reared its gargantuan head out of the water to peer at her, transparent nictitating membranes sliding back to uncover sharply intelligent reptilian eyes, arcing near enough that the icy water sluicing off the defined ridges of its armored hide threatened to soak her, but the young woman remained unafraid of this danger coming so close to her.

Because there was nothing to be afraid of.

Because, just as her father could never resist her mother’s call, so too was this particular dragon unable to resist hers.

Alice reached out and rested her hand on her mate’s massive snout.

“Ryou, I’m cold~”

His mind-voice rumbled in her head in reply, the same flat baritone as always tinged with exasperation.

…That’s ‘coz you’re naked as a jaybird right now, Princess.

She ignored his droll comment stating the obvious. It was really hard to seduce a three hundred feet long (at the moment) dragon, but she was determined to get her way all the same.

“Warm me up. Now!”

As you wish.

He obliged easily enough, snorting enough that the waters surrounding him were literally vibrating, and she pulled a face at the strong gust of warm air that nearly blew her backwards. Dragon breath. She squawked loudly and tottered a bit, stamping her feet in pique, looking less and less like the exquisitely graceful beauty that she had become, and more like the spoilt, tempestuous child brat he had known for almost all of his life.

“That’s not what I meant!!”

The faint flicker of amusement that radiated from him was almost enough to make her scowl and pout.

No time for that, Princess. Those envoys that your cousin Her Majesty sent from the capital will be here soon, and your father’s still waiting for us to report in after this patrol. Let’s go home.

She did not even blink when in a flash, that massive dragon before her shifted fluidly back into the form of a tall, well-built, dark haired man standing right before her. A very handsome in that wild, feral looking way, healthy, very fit man-god that she was trying really hard not to ogle at. Did she also mention that he was stark naked and dripping wet as well??

She managed to compose herself (and her unruly hormones) enough to give him a disdainful sniff instead, nose stuck high in the air and head turned away from him in petulant rejection.

“Noooo~ I’m not going anywhere until I feel like it, hmphh!”

He squinted slowly at her, expression still deadpan as always. She was obviously forgetting something important here.

In the past, he often indulged her tantrums because that was how it had always been done, thanks to the lenient and loving actions of her overly doting parents. Now, things were a bit different and his mark that sat on her left breast indicated as much. He stepped up to her, lowered his head and nipped at her exposed neck, fangs scraping tantalizingly against her porcelain flesh, one large, lean hand coming up to cup her bare chest, right over her thrumming heart, just in time to feel her pulse stutter at his casually possessive action.

She folded very quickly after that; just as he was unable to resist her call, so was she equally weak to his claim. He took advantage of her momentary distraction to pick her up and heft her over his shoulder; she was a tiny thing compared to himself. Without breaking stride, he strolled straight back towards their tent.

“Aah! Not fair!” She squirmed and kicked out with her bare feet, small fists thumping against the back of his shoulders in a fit of indignant temper but he had a good hold on her so she wasn’t going anywhere despite her best efforts. She also knew better than to bite him too, since he had no compulsion against biting back and they both knew who possessed the larger set of chompers between the two of them. “Ryou!! Do I look like a sack of potatoes to you?!! Let me down!”

“You can sulk on the way back, Princess. We gotta go, so let’s get dressed, saddle up, and then we’re leaving.”

She, of course, took advantage of her new position to grope his behind instead, completely shameless. Not that she could be blamed for her action. It really was a very nice behind, all toned and taut and muscular. Those buns of steel were practically inviting her touch and fondles.

He muttered long sufferingly under his breath. At least she was quiet and docile for now…

Happy again, she started to hum, and his shoulders stiffened a bit, knowing that a full-blown song was not far behind. Her fae blood might be diluted, but she was still Leanan Sidhe like her mother…and very distracting when she wanted to be. It was a good thing that he has had years of practice maintaining his pokerfaced mien, or this unruly mate of his would be gleefully running circles around him.

“Stop that.”

“What?? Whyyy?” Grope. Grope.

“You know why. If you start singing, you’re getting gagged all the way home, Princess.”

AN III:

Kulning: A unique Scandinavian cattle herding call that’s also a song. It has a fascinating and haunting tone, often conveying a feeling of sadness, in large part because the lokks often include typical half-tones and quarter-tones (also known as "blue tones") found in the music of the region. [Example here]

Leanan Sidhe: In Celtic folklore, the leannán sí is a beautiful woman of the Aos Sí ("people of the barrows, the faery folk") who takes a human lover. The words are Gaelic and refer to a faery muse. “Leannán” means the love of my soul or spirit…my inspiration. “Sí” is the word for a faery. Lovers of the leannán sídhe are said to live brief, though highly inspired, lives. The leannán sídhe is generally depicted as a beautiful muse who offers inspiration to an artist in exchange for their love and devotion; however, this frequently results in madness for the artist, as well as premature death.

My favorite definition of the Leanan Sidhe can be found here: Leanan Sidhe is often quoted as meaning “the fairy mistress” or the “fairy sweetheart”. She is the famous Celtic muse with such a dark and unearthly beauty that her lover is often distraught with longing and suffering in her absence. In legend, the Leanan Sidhe often takes an artist for a lover, hence the title “the fairy sweetheart”. It is said that her lover gives her the vital depth of emotion that she craves and she in turn inspires his genius. The self destructive nature of many inspired artists probably lent itself to the misconception that she is evil and dangerous. Evil is not darkness, for darkness she is, and she can also be dangerous and destructive. When her gift is honored and nurtured, she shines as a luminous light in the darkness. For those who understand her true nature, who do not idolize or fear her, she is a sliver of moonlight in the blackest night.

‘...(sic) light of his life...’: The name Leonora literally translates to ‘compassion, light.’ I also like that Leonora’s name (and appearance) ties in nicely with the Leanan Sidhe mythos that I have decided to incorporate into her character (and also Alice’s) for this drabble/AU.

AN IV: Also, instead of ‘milady’ that Ryou is known to address Alice in canon, it’s ‘princess.’ This is because in this AU, Nakiri Soe is a Prince of the Kingdom of Tootsuki, and so Alice is Princess.

#Nakiri Alice #Kurokiba Ryou #Shokugeki no Soma #Food Wars: Shokugeki no Souma #RyoAli #RyoAli: Dragon Heart AU #my fics

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thatanimewriter · 1 year

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DRAINED.

➳ request: hello <3 can I please ask for soma, akira, erina and ryo making their s/o cry on accident?

➳ character/s: yukihira soma, hayama akira, nakiri erina, kurokiba ryou

➳ warnings: swearing, hurt/comfort

➳ notes: ooft ok here we go! food wars characters bein accidental ASSHOLES. this is lengthy, apologies :))

── 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.

4/10 on the most likely to make you cry scale

he didn’t mean to snap at you

he was just super stressed

and he was going through it with him nearly being expelled

because central vs rebels isn’t an easy feat

and he knew you were only trying to help :((

you could already feel the tension walking into the kitchen

but you figured he could do with some help

even if it was just some small guidance

instead, you seemed to have soured his mood even further

because as you asked if he needed any help, he said

“i don’t need help from someone who couldn’t beat one of the elite 10. how would you be any help now that everyone’s expulsion is on the line?”

you averted your gaze to the ground at his call out, but tried again anyway

“it was just an offer...”

“i can do it. close the door on your way out, by the way.”

“right, of course.”

soma didn’t miss the strain in your voice, which alarmed him as he turned around just as you shut the door behind you

a soft pout came across his lips at the thought of upsetting you, but it only gave him more motivation to win

cause then he could save you from expulsion and apologise to you properly

even if he’d upset you, he did find your presence helpful

because now he knew what to cook against central

when he got to the arena, his determination grew tenfold

because seeing you sitting on the floor in that stupid fucking cage with your knees tucked under your chin really pissed him off

why are YOU his ONE AND ONLY in a CAGE??

you weren’t paying attention to the match, really

you quite enjoyed your spot in the corner of the cage

but soma had other plans

when you were released from the cage by the end of the day, you found yourself presented with a serving of your favourite food

and a very pouty soma with his own serving

“i’m sorry for making you cry, that was really shitty of me to be a dick to you. please forgive me, i can’t sleep at night. i need you to cuddle ;v;”

taking the food from him, you took a bite and a smile graced your lips

just the way you liked it

“can we finish this back on the train? i just want to cuddle in bed with food and talk...”

“YES WE CAN-”

pretty much launched towards you to give you a kiss and a hug

a clingy boi

won’t let you go for anything

if you need to pee, you can wait

or he’ll be super whiny about you leaving him

hogs you for like, a week

no one can contact you without him hovering over you

you wouldn’t be surprised if he starts hissing at people when they come near

── 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀.

8/10 on the most likely to make you cry scale

probably happened during his super angsty phase

he made it to the elite 10

he’s got longer hair now

that stupid fur jacket

and an annoying hyper fixation on beating soma

he’d barely made time for you the past few weeks

and you thought that maybe you could spend some time together

it had been ages since you last did spend some quality time together

when you knocked on the door, he swung it open very hastily

and that look of disdain he’d been giving everyone else was now turned on you

“what do you want?”

he didn’t notice the sharp inhale you took at his bluntness, but either way, you weren’t sure if that would’ve changed his answer

“to spend time with my boyfriend? it’s been weeks.”

“i don’t have time for trivial things like this, come back when it’s something worthwhile.”

your vision filled with tears as you hugged yourself and looked to the floor

“alright then. good night.”

to be honest, he probably didn’t acknowledge the slight tinge of guilt when you trudged away

but then SOMA HEARD ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED

and was very much ready to knock hayama down a peg :))

as well as jun after hayama and soma’s shokugeki

he very quickly realised what he actually said to you that night you tried to see him

and he swears he’s never run so fast in his life to find you

jun and soma know where you are, but they’re not gonna tell him-

when he found you, he nearly had a heart attack

you are out in the snow without a coat >:((

so here he comes

draping his stupid fur lined coat over your shoulders

and then hugging you from behind

“sorry for neglecting you these past few weeks, i should’ve made time for you, even if it was one night.”

“so, are you done being a little edge lord?”

“please never call it that again, but yes.”

turning around in his embrace, your returned it, chuckling to yourself when you heard his thumping heart

when you mentioned it, he pulled you tighter

at this point, after so long without you, he’d deal with the teasing

he just needs affection and he needs it now

if you don’t already

you smell of cinnamon

very strongly

and all his clothes are taken

because he wants them to smell like you so he keeps giving them to you

but because he’s been cuddling up to you it’s pretty counter productive

── 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀.

7/10 on the most likely to make you cry scale

she’s not over her god tongue complex just yet

she’s trying ;v;

and normally you wouldn’t be that down about someone criticising your cooking

but it is erina

and she’s very picky

the thing that tipped you off to be upset is that you’d spent a week working on this dish

and it felt like all your efforts were wasted

because you seemingly couldn’t please erina either way

you were already nervous for her verdict

and rightfully so

“it’s... interesting.”

your lips pressed into a tight line at her unimpressed response, you could tell she was trying to soften the blow, but it didn’t help.

“you can just say it’s bad.”

“it’s not that it’s bad, it’s just... not the best you’ve made.”

you’ve never wanted to rip your eyes out more

“yeah, cause how could i ever compare to the god tongue?”

erina never got a chance to respond, as you’d already barged out the door

she was left with the dish you made

and instead of running after you, she took another bite

her training from her dad had really affected her ability to taste food for how it was

so, trying her best, she tried it again

ignoring her god tongue

she was curious though

could she make it as well as you?

probably not, because she wasn’t going to leave you upset for an entire fucking week

but she would try her best in such a short time span while you cooled down

and guess what?

she failed

there was something about the way you made it that wasn’t just the time taken to make it

gently knocking on your door, she poked her head in

you’re wrapped in blankets in the dark, scrolling on your phone

“hey... do you mind sharing the recipe from today, darling?”

“thought it wasn’t that good?”

erina pulled the blankets away from your face with an apologetic smile

“i’m sorry, i’m not past my god tongue days... i tried it again after you left and i actually think it was really special considering you spent so long on it.”

you gave her a look before sighing, rubbing your eyes as you sat up

“i can show you how to make it instead?”

erina is so cute, she grins very sweetly and nods enthusiastically

but for now

she’s stuck with you

she’s not complaining about cuddles though

── 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔.

10/10 on the most likely to make you cry scale

aggressive 25/8

and he’s not very in tune to people’s emotions

though you’d think maybe he’d be a little more aware of yours

but it seems not on this particular day

which you learnt the hard way

all you did was come into his room to ask if he’d eaten yet

which he yelled at you for

because he’s in the middle of working out and he’s been interrupted about thirty times in the past hour by alice

standing tall with a particularly intense glare, he turned to you

who was just standing by the door

“unless alice is dying, i don’t care for what you have to say right now.”

you frowned at his response

“so, alice is more important than your partner?”

“yep.”

“why don’t you just date her, then?”

ryou would’ve gotten angrier if he hadn’t caught your tear-filled eyes

and also the fact that you’d already left

to blow off steam, he continued his work out session

but he very quickly found that your upset form was burnt into his memory

and he’s pretty bad at hiding feelings, so alice caught on fast

“what’s up with you? you’re all depressed looking.”

ryou grumbled at her nosiness, and said nothing because he’s stubborn

“where’s [name]? they’ll cheer you up.”

at his silence, she asked him a question he didn’t really wanna think about

“did you guys break up or something? have they finally had enough of your asshole-ery?”

he frowned at her suggestion, not liking the idea of being apart from you for too long, even if he acted like he wasn’t that bothered

“DID YOU BREAK UP??”

“no, but i might’ve upset them... they were crying last time i saw them.”

“wha- YES YOU UPSET THEM >:((”

she brought him to you

and by brought, i mean dragged

and then demanded he apologise to you when he stood outside your dorm room before ditching him to deal with the mess he caused

he knocked on your door and called for you in possibly the softest voice you’d ever heard

you only opened the door because of that and you nearly laughed at how awkward he looked

“do you mind if i come in?”

when you opened the door, he immediately scoops you up into his arms

doesn’t let you protest it

“...sorry.”

it’s not the best, but you’ll cope for now

he owes you a lot though >:((

it’s ok, he’s willing to make it up to you, he’s a secret softie, even if he can’t admit it

#shokugeki no soma #food wars #yukihira soma #hayama akira #nakriri erina #kurokiba ryou #shokugeki no soma x reader #food wars x reader #yukihira soma x reader #hayama akira x reader #nakiri erina x reader #kurokiba ryou x reader #shokugeki no soma imagines #food wars imagines #yukihira soma imagines #hayama akira imagines #nakiri erina imagines #kurokiba ryou imagines

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thatanimewriter · 2 years

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SO, YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S BEEN FUCKING MY DAUGHTER.

➳ synopsis: you told your dad to go easy on your partner because they were nervous to meet him for the first time and he absolutely bypassed your request

➳ character/s: yukihira soma, hayama akira, kurokiba ryou, tsukasa eishi, kobayashi rindou

➳ warnings: suggestive but no explicit nsfw, swearing

➳ notes: inspired by this post! i thought this was funny and will likely be doing this with other fandoms i write for as well :)) ALSO IT SAYS DAUGHTER FOR THE TITLE BUT IT’S ACTUALLY GENDER NEUTRAL-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 + 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.

literally glued to the spot

just looks at your dad like :00

he doesn’t know how to respond to this

soma thought his dad was pretty embarrassing but he stands corrected

meanwhile, you start yelling at your dad for saying such a crude opening statement

in his head, he’s running through the millions of things he could respond with

‘sir, yes sir!’

‘yes?’

‘UHHHHHHH’

so while you continue to scold your dad who seems entirely unfazed, soma continued to weigh up his options

‘i sure fucking hope so.’

...

ok it wasn’t meant to come out like that-

── 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀.

wants to die.

he was nervous enough

and then your dad whips this out right off the bat

honestly, you’re just as shocked

he expected some...

invasive questions

but he didn’t expect your dad to go straight to your sex life

and he felt even more nervous about it

cautiously looking to you for help, you shrug, just as lost as he is as to what to do in this situation

he tried to gain his composure

failed to

but still managed to speak regardless

‘...with consent, yes.’

── 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔.

surprised, but not embarrassed

just raises an eyebrow at the statement

he pauses for a moment to figure out an answer, but that thought is put on hold when he sees you

bright red and yelling at your own dad

to be honest

ryou isn’t sure how in depth this answer should be

is he gonna just say yes, or is he gonna provide details?

should he clarify that everything is consensual?

oh my fucking god, does he need evidence??

while you were yelling at your dad, he noticed he never broke eye contact with him

it was kind of intimidating but ryou would never admit that-

instead, he matched his gaze with a:

‘guilty.’

── 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈.

wants to die pt. 2

almost drops his glass of water

on the way to your house, he literally prepared for every opening sentence under the sun

he had a script ready in his head

a figurative flow chart of how each conversation could go to make your dad like him

but this strayed from every path possible

and he is at a loss for words

and brain power, apparently

because he can’t even think of a response

your dad looks at him expectantly and you go to comfort your boyfriend from this incredibly confronting introduction

you can feel his heart pounding in his chest

but you also try your best not to laugh at his flustered state

‘uhhh... i... well... i- yes?’

── 𝐊𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔.

shameless, really

if anything, you’re more embarrassed than she is

she just laughs and pulls you into her clumsily

‘damn right, sir.’

yeah

you’re definitely more embarrassed than she is

you were going to scold your dad for being so blunt

and you thought rindou was nervous

but it turns out, your dad’s energy matches hers

and now the roles have reversed

you’re still in shock while your girlfriend and dad converse casually

also

you have no idea how your dad got the idea to open with that

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thatanimewriter · 1 year

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VOLCANO.

➳ request: are your requests still open? If so can I ask for soma, ryo, akira and taluni with a korean s/o who cooks tongue-burning spicy food? thx <3

➳ character/s: yukihira soma, kurokiba ryou, hayama akira, aldini takumi

➳ warnings: swearing

➳ notes: hello! my requests as of now, are never closed, so yes! they are open! i just might take a while to get it out for you. also, i love korean food ;v; i enjoy seeing friends suffer to kimchi while i’m fine lmao

── 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.

suffers but doesn’t admit it

he loves eating your food

but his spice tolerance isn’t to this level

i don’t think it’s all that out of character for soma to date someone who isn’t japanese

he’s gonna expand his culinary knowledge

also he loves to throw a wrench into anyone’s normal

he probably demanded to come with you to korea for summer break

but, uhh, he has to supply his own ticket

so he never did come with, however

SOMA

LOVES

KOREAN BBQ

he wants you to make him the food though

he wants you to burn his tongue :))

he wants you to make him regret his life decisions

honestly

he wishes he could’ve predicted the topic during the rebels vs central shokugeki

because you would’ve BODIED rindou

also

you bully him for spending so much time on the toilet

and he yells at you through the toilet door

── 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔.

he’s fine

he’s chilling

he competes with you sometimes

ryou definitely enjoys the multicultural nature of your relationship

lots of sharing recipes

and finding similar recipes just to see who does it better

but it always ends up a tie

because you’re both really biased

and you’d never give in >:((

but you guys like to alternate between your respective cuisines for dinner

one day it’ll be korean

the next it’ll be scandinavian

you definitely partake in spice challenges on every date

hands down

spicy ramen with like, 12 chillis on the menu which kinda lose the meaning but it’s fun anyway

to be truthful

ryou does think you can make it spicier

and you will

just for him

he loves you and your stupidly spicy foods

but he is confused how you’re fine with all your dishes and don’t break a sweat

── 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀.

probably the best at handling it

he is also a spicy food king

probably not to your level, but-

spice competitions all day every day

maybe not all day every day, but it sure feels like that

he is very interested in your culture

definitely started having kimchi with a bunch of his meals

but he hates your chopsticks

why are they so slippery??

it’s fine though

because you guys cook together all the fucking time

korean hotpot is his favourite

every time you give him a dish to try

he has to mentally prepare himself

because he doesn’t know how hard it’s gonna be to pretend he’s unfazed

he’d say you give him a run for his money in terms of spiciness

but you have his whole wallet

he’s fine with that though

you’re good at cooking and the flavours are still there

so he has no qualms

his tongue might have one or two complaints though

── 𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐈.

weak little baby mouth

cries because it’s so spicy

and yet he suffers every time :))

because he thinks korean cuisine is really interesting

and you’re his partner, so he’ll eat anything you make him

simp.

he enjoys the milder dishes a lot more because he can actually taste it

but your interpretation of mild is very different to his

so he’s asking you for dishes with pretty much no heat in your eyes

this is why he likes korean bbq

you get to cook together and it’s casual

also he gets to control the spice-

he truly thinks of you highly

because you’re cooking things that shouldn’t have any flavour because it’s too hot

but you do it anyway and it’s magical

you also sparked his brief hyperfixation on korean cuisine

the only reason you found out was when he asked you to make bulgogi

n you were like “how tf do you know what that is??”

but you made it and brought him to heaven without about 50 chillis

not as fun, but takumi is cute when he does a little happy dance while he chews

don’t record him though, he’ll turn all red even without the spice

#shokugeki no soma #food wars #yukihira soma #kurokiba ryou #hayama akira #aldini takumi #shokugeki no soma x reader #food wars x reader #yukihira soma x reader #kurokiba ryou x reader #hayama akira x reader #aldini takumi x reader #shokugeki no soma imagines #food wars imagines #yukihira soma imagines #kurokiba ryou imagines #hayama akira imagines #aldini takumi imagines

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thatanimewriter · 2 years

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LANGUAGES, AM I RIGHT?

➳ request: can I please ask for akira and ryo from food wars with an s/o who learnt their native language (so Hindi and Danish)? thx ☺️

➳ character/s: hayama akira, kurokiba ryou

➳ warnings: none

➳ notes: thanks for the request! this was really cute ;v;

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 + 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀.

he didn’t realise you spoke hindi at first

you just asked him a question and he responded in hindi

and just continued cooking

only until you spoke it again did he sort of register

but he didn’t bring any attention to it until you did it again

and then he asked (in hindi) how long you’d been learning

when you told him that you started learning when you first became friends with him

tears

literal tears

he gives you a hug and a kiss because HIS BABY LEARNT HIS LANGUAGE FOR HIM HOW CUTE-

but best believe he starts speaking hindi wayyyy more often now

both to test you and just because he likes to be able to speak in his mother tongue

now that you speak hindi

he’s gonna shit talk everyone to you

any complaint about someone?

he can just outright say it to you

HOWEVER

anything touching, sweet and maybe sensual

spoken in hindi babyyyy

it’s cute, let him be a softie ;v;

── 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔.

stared at you as if he wanted to kill you

he wasn’t sure if he heard you right

but he also didn’t want you to be, like, makin fun of him either

so, naturally, he asks you if you’re joking

in danish

to which you kinda just look at him weirdly because no, you’re not joking??

he relaxes after that and puts his hand on top of your head before going back to his work

AND STARTS SPEAKING JAPANESE AGAIN-

sir, you’re trying to learn and improve, help ;v;

but if he starts getting a bit heated about things around you

he flips into danish by accident

not at you in particular, but just a general yelling

but sometimes it’s at others

like a danish gordon ramsay :))

you get to laugh because you can understand the insults

he probably doesn’t speak danish as much, even if you know it

i think he reserves it for more private matters

alice will not be eavesdropping no more

because she can’t understand you

it helps him feel closer to you and in a way more intimate :,))

#shokugeki no soma #food wars #hayama akira #kurokiba ryou #shokugeki no soma x reader #food wars x reader #hayama akira x reader #kurokiba ryou x reader #shokugeki no soma imagines #food wars imagines #hayama akira imagines #kurokiba ryou imagines

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thatanimewriter · 1 year

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...MMM, DELICIOUS.

➳ request: Hellooo! I’ve come to request once again! May I request a scenario in which the reader serves Souma, Akira, Ryo, Takumi and Satoshi (seperatly) ordered food but says they cooked it themself as a prank?Would they know? Would they be honest or would they lie bc they don’t wanna hurt the reader? ~💠

➳ character/s: yukihira soma, hayama akira, kurokiba ryou, aldini takumi, isshiki satoshi

➳ warnings: swearing, hinted australian!reader (soma), lack of knowledge of takeout food chains in japan

➳ notes: omgggg 💠 anon, hellooo ;v; this request is great, i love you. giving me the best fuel for food wars content. you’re welcome back any timeee and sorry for the wait, i’ve been LAZY.

── 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.

i’d like to think he’d be nice about it

and i’m sure he’d try

but uhhh

he’s not the best ay lying.

so he might as well not have

“hey babe! i’m back,” soma calls out, dumping his paper bag of miscellaneous goods on the table in your dorm.

“hello,” you responded, using a spoon to decorate the plate with the sauce you’d ordered as a side to compliment the steak and vegetables.

“whatcha makin’?” he asked, leaning on the kitchen island as he watched you plate up. you smiled at his curiosity, pushing forward the plate and holding out cutlery.

“why don’t you try and see?”

taking the cutlery from you, he took a bite out of the food you’d laid out for him, he raised the steak to his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. a small frown decorated his features as he looked back and forth between you, who was beaming at him - little did he know it was out of amusement rather than pride - and the steak that took up at least half of the plate.

“yeah, it’s... good,” he said finally, but not particularly excited to take another bite.

“no it’s not, you fucking dumbass.”

“what?”

“i didn’t cook it, soma, it’s from fucking outback steakhouse,” you explained, your smile twisting into a smirk. “and for the record, australia does do it better and i do not accept whatever the hell this is as an aussie steak.”

“...make one for me please-”

you ruffled his hair lightly as you took a bite of the steak yourself. “like, now?”

“yes. now.”

sighing, you pushed the steak to the side and fixed your outfit before turning to the fridge, silently thanking fumio for restocking as you laid your eyes upon a nice cut of steak. “alright then. wanna compete?”

“yeah, i don’t think so,” soma responded immediately. “i don’t think i can compete.”

“right answer.”

── 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀.

mean.

he probably considered ignoring it

but you got takeout indian

that was your first mistake

and he can’t allow this by any means

hayama stuck his head through the door at the familiar aroma of curry. he smiled gently as he saw you standing over the stove, lamb rogan josh simmering in a pan.

“mind if i have a taste?” he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and peering into the pan.

internally, you were giggling with your feet kicking in the air because he’s fallen for the trap! but instead you hummed in consideration, avoiding eye contact with him to feign shyness.

“i don’t know...”

“i won’t judge if that’s what you’re worried about,” hayama said, but you arched an eyebrow at him, an amused smile beginning to play on your lips. “ok, maybe i will, but i’m more than qualified to help you,” he added.

“ok then, if you’re sure.”

as he took a clean spoon and fork from the drawer, he tried the sauce first, an intense silence overtaking the room as he tried to register the flavours. he opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it as he reached for a sizeable chunk of lamb.

“how does it smell so nice but taste so off? what the hell did you do?” he demanded, inspecting the curry further as he used the wooden spoon nearby to push the curry around the pan. “you’ve used the right spices but cooked it wrong.”

snickering to yourself, you pat him on the shoulder as you pulled the ubereats receipt from your pocket. “that’s because it’s from the place down the road.”

“they’re white, aren’t they?”

“i don’t know what ethnicity they are, i got it delivered.”

── 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔.

mean pt 2.

you, too, made the mistake of getting takeout

but not just takeout, no no

IKEA CINNAMON ROLLS

he. was. D I S G R A C E D.

“oi.”

turning around, you smiled as you say your boyfriend standing by the doorway. walking around the kitchen island, you pulled the bar stool back and pat the seat, beckoning him to sit with you.

“you’re back earlier than expected,” you commented, taking your rightful place on his lap when he sat down. ryou made no move to shove you off, but he didn’t try to get any closer to you either.

“what’s in the oven?”

“decided to try make some scandinavian cinnamon rolls,” you answered, readjusting your position on his lap.

“why scandinavian?” ryou asked, interest slightly piqued since, y’know. it’s his culture, which turned out to be the reason you ‘made’ them.

“because it’s you!”

“i’m not a cinnamon roll.”

“respectfully disagreed,” you said, booping his nose and hopping off of his lap as the timer went off. using some oven mitts, you took the tray out and left it on top of the stove to cool, but not before taking a shaker filled with pearl sugar to decorate.

“they don’t look right.”

“huh?”

“they look weird,” ryou repeated, scowling at the cinnamon rolls on the baking tray.

“i’m sorry, babe. i can’t control how bread rises.”

cautiously, ryou poked the treats before just taking a bite from one, ignoring the burning feeling on his tongue. “these are fucking disgusting. not sorry. i’ll make some to show you how it’s supposed to be done. watch me destroy your cinnamon rolls.”

“wowwww. dissing ikea so casually.”

“well, that’s why they fucking suck.”

── 𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐈.

he’d lie

he can’t hurt your feelings like that

it wasn’t inherently bad

he could just... do better

and he would if you just asked him

listen. he physically can’t handle italian food cooked by anyone who isn’t italian themselves, or at least has trained in italian cuisine (preferably in italy). but he’s also the fattest doormat ever. he lets people step all over him if it prevents conflict or him hurting feelings. tonight is a prime example.

you just threw in some spaghetti bolognese from, like, fasta pasta into a pan to heat it up again because by the time it got to you, it was lukewarm. not great. and takumi, like most of the other boys in this post, can recognise the smell of his cuisine anywhere.

when he came in, he paused for a moment because that’s not how he makes it and he’s confused by your methods.

“darling, what are you doing?” he asked, standing beside you as you stirred the food you’d ordered, but expertly set up as if you’d made it.

“making spaghetti bolognese, wanna try a bit?”

“sure.” taking the fork from you, he tasted whatever the fuck you had done, raising his eyebrows as if he was surprised by the taste, but he really did have to fight the urge to become the kombucha girl from tiktok.

“how is it?”

“yeah, it’s good,” he said, forcing another bite. he felt bad at the disappointed look on your face.

“it’s probably not as good as yours though...” you mumbled. takumi pouted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and caressing your cheek gently.

“i can teach you if you want.” he was taken aback at your sudden jump in mood, blinking obliviously at your smiling face.

“yeah! we’ll see how you go against fasta pasta!”

“wait, what?”

── 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈.

also lies

except he knows it’s takeout

he just wants to play along

also, he recognises where the food is from

it’s his guilty pleasure food chain-

he heard the crunch of fried chicken and he came RUNNING. pretty much bursting through the doors, he pointed at you, who was just sitting with a plate of fried chicken and chips. nothing incredibly special. but as isshiki demanded to eat some, you had the idea to pretend you’d made it yourself.

“ok, but i cooked it a little while ago,” you said, holding out some for him to take. “might not be as hot.”

“that’s entirely ok, babe, i will have anything you cook.”

you would be mistaken if you thought isshiki wasn’t going to full send the piece of fried chicken. on the first bite, he knew it came from kyochon chicken, because he’s addicted to their korean fried chicken. BUT, he was gonna play along with the concept that you cooked it yourself.

“i’m in heaven,” he stated, mouth still full of food.

“yeah, ok, talk when you’ve finished eating, please,” you said, handing him a napkin.

“make more,” he requested once he’d finished his mouthful. “i need more.”

chuckling to yourself, you shook your head. “as much as we both enjoy kyochon chicken, we don’t need to soak up my money when you know you can make it easily as good.”

“AWWWWW-”

“so, i’m gonna take the rest of this chicken while you make your own,” you added, taking another piece and relishing in isshiki’s betrayed look.

“what?! but i want some tooooooo.”

“babe, i told you, make it yourself, unless you want to pay for some yourself,” you teased, shielding your chicken from the hungry man.

“a worthy investment.”

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thatanimewriter · 1 year

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Hi can I request hayama akira, soma, erina, Roy x reader insert where she is like a world champion chocolatier since she was little and just casually drops that when talking to them

I swear you are like the only food wars author out there and I’m living for it😄😄

THAT'S HILARIOUS I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED THIS UNTIL NOW

and yeah, i scroll through the food wars tags and istg it's just a list of my work- one time i forgot my own formatting and read my own stuff, thought to myself "huh, that'd kinda familiar" and scrolled to the top to see MY OWN USERNAME

anyways, have your choccy

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thatanimewriter · 1 year

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hello <3 can I please ask for soma, akira, erina and ryo making their s/o cry on accident?

thank you for the request!

was tempted to make soma's a bit of a crack scenario, but thought of something else.

HAVE :))

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thatanimewriter · 2 years

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can I please ask for akira and ryo from food wars with an s/o who learnt their native language (so Hindi and Danish)? thx ☺️

thank you for requesting!

headcanons can be found here.

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thatanimewriter · 1 year

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Hellooo! I’ve come to request once again!

May I request a scenario in which the reader serves Souma, Akira, Ryo, Takumi and Satoshi (seperatly) ordered food but says they cooked it themself as a prank?

Would they know? Would they be honest or would they lie bc they don’t wanna hurt the reader?

~💠

hello 💠 anon <3

this was so good, you have great requests for me.

HAVE YOUR DINNER HERE, BONE APPLE TEETH-

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thatanimewriter · 2 years

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BIGGER ISN’T ALWAYS BETTER

➳ synopsis: it’s their birthday and you’ve gotten your beloved a gift. except you’ve overwrapped it. in 20 layers of wrapping, possibly more, is a fucking ring pop.

➳ character/s: yukihira soma, tadokoro megumi, aldini takumi, nakiri erina, nakiri alice, hayama akira, kurokiba ryou, ibusaki shun, tsukasa eishi, kobayashi rindou, isshiki satoshi

➳ warnings: swearing

➳ notes: i just think it’s funny that you’ve made the gift look huge but it’s only a little thing tbh. you got them some other stuff that isn’t this prank but this post isn’t about the nice things you got them >:)) this is also formatted a little differently than normal cause i just wanted to TEST IT OUT

you give them the gift and you can see their eyes sparkle at the size of the present. when they hit the ring pop, they cry, both out of happiness and defeat. they always wanted to try a ring pop ;v; ── YUKIHIRA SOMA, tadokoro megumi, aldini takumi

the moment they rip the first two layers, they turn to you and go ‘you motherfucker-’ ── nakiri erina, KUROKIBA RYOU

manic laughing because they know what journey they are about to embark on and they are absolutely here for it. their energy increases the further they get. ── nakiri alice, KOBAYASHI RINDOU, isshiki satoshi

they give it to you because they give up on this stupid wrapping paper trick. by the time you help them open the gift, they don’t even care for the ring pop. this was not worth it. ── hayama akira, IBUSAKI SHUN, tsukasa eishi

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thatanimewriter · 2 years

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Hi, can you do a kurokiba x fem eader insert please?She's small, fiery, has a sadistic side (vengeful) and temperment but tolerant and she hates risks so she's not reckless. An elite 10 who can do anything but favors sweet things, who took on central during Nakiri Azamis reign and won. Thank you :)

small but feisty fem! s/o

➳ character/s: kurokiba ryou

➳ warnings: swearing, suggested violence

➳ notes: wasn't sure whether you wanted headcanons or a fic, so i did a bit of both?? like, a short fic at the bottom of the headcanons, so hope that's ok. also eizan etsuya doesn't exist anymore i guess.

── 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔.

wow look at you guys

2 peas in a pod

except you're better-

alice thinks you're the genderbent ryou

but here's the thing

as much as ryou thinks it would be funny at the start

he wouldn't dare make a joke about your height

because you will kick his shins

or maybe headbutt his nipples at best

in terms of cooking, you're not gonna take any big gambles

if you don't know it works 100%, you won't try it in a shokugeki

you like safety and it's not comforting when you try to think outside of the box on the spot

now

the best part about having your boyfriend be ryou

is that he will do dinner

but you get to make dessert

so when you guys stay at each other's dorms, that will happen

or you'll just

come over with sweets

sometimes you give him spicy brownies because he's a spicy boi

though you will join him for cooking lunch

you cook together a lot

and even though he's aggressive

so are you

and it will either cancel out or double

you will get a concerned look from him if you rant to him about someone that pissed you off

'i'm gonna castrate him with blunt scissors and no anaesthesia, then gag him with his limp dick if he breathes in my general direction again >:(('

and he just looks at you like

._.

you stood at the entrance to the hallway with your arms folded over your chest as ryou stood on the stage, grinning maniacally at his win. as he left the platform, his aggressive nature dropped when he saw you waiting.

ruffling your hair, he bent down to give you a chaste kiss on the lips, bringing a small smile to your features.

'go get 'em, tiger,' he said, pride hiding throughout his tone.

'of course,' you replied, giving him a thumbs up. returning your smile, he bent down to hug you, rising to full height as your legs dangled in the air.

when you walked onto the stage, your demeanour shifted dramatically. standing by the kitchen benches as your opponent joined you, they watched your movements, trying to read your mind. without exchanging words, you gave them the finger before making your dish. a smirk played on your lips throughout the duration of the match and everyone was wondering how you'd pull this off.

many had fallen to central, nakiri azami had clearly put thought into these new chefs, but even though you weren't officially the 9th seat, you still held that value within the school.

'the winner is [last name] [name]!'

the crowds cheered as you stood confidently. approaching the central member, they glared down at your calm expression until you pulled them down to your height, matching their expression tenfold.

'try that again and i'll make sure your career in cooking is as insignificant as the dust you're inhaling. maybe it's gotten to your head if you thought you could beat me, you entitled fuck,' you growled, releasing them from your grip and leaving the stadium.

ryou waited for you, lazily smiling at your form as you approached. 'that's my girl,' he said, messing up your hair once more before leading you outside, a hand loosely resting on your waist.

#shokugeki no soma x reader #food wars x reader #shokugeki no soma #food wars #kurokiba ryou #ryou kurokiba #food wars imagines #shokugeki no soma imagines #kurokiba ryou x reader #ryou kurokiba x reader

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