#Chef Reader Moodboard

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Artist Natasha Romanoff and Chef Reader Moodboard

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── .ᡣ𐭩 CHEF!THEO

ᡣ𐭩 chef!theo – a young up and coming chef who has just opened his own italian restaurant. very passionate about culinary, spends night perfecting his dishes. not only does he ace his chef duties, he also loves working in his own kitchen as a simple cook, to really get into the process. criticizes harshly but calmly, in a stoic manner that makes you even more ashamed of yourself for messing up.

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A Recipe for Love [SERIES MASTERLIST]

Pairing: Jimin x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: baker/chef! jimin, baker/chef! reader, forbidden romance, angst, fluff, potential smut

Series summary: As their town announces its first-ever baking competition, Kim Y/n and Park Jimin find themselves pairing up to participate. However, the generations-old feud between their families prevents them from doing so. In order to avoid stirring up further animosity between their families, Jimin and Y/n must be secretive. Will Jimin and Y/n be able to be stealthy enough to navigate their days practising and testing out recipes for the competition, without their family members finding out?

Moodboards: jimin | y/n

Series Word Count: ???

Status: Ongoing.

Parts: Part 1: Pistachios and Peppermints Part 2: A Clash of Flavors Part 3: Bittersweet Confections Part 4: Sugary Truce Part 5: Baking Bonds and Floury Fondness More coming soon...

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Will Poulter mood board!!! This theme is beach vacation with Will or which ever one of the characters he plays🌺 (all extra pics are mine)

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Temporary Fix P.G¹⁰ .

" I didn't know that I was just a 'temporary Fix' to you , until you left me with a permanent damage " .

Chef!Pierre Gasly X female!CEO!reader moodboard

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Little sneak peek mood board and song for my upcoming Luca x reader fic

Let me know if you want to be added to a taglist

[iamgonnagetyouback]

okay round three, cozy moodboard. idk about you but one of my favourite things about autumn is the cozy food (I LOVE soup season sm) and i loved your chef!sirius fic so much, could do you a moodboard for it? 💕💕

mari!! you get it!! soup season is an absolute gift from the universe, honestly. and yes, cozy autumn food is basically the heart and soul of fall, right?? i’m so thrilled you loved chef!sirius in that fic—it was my first time writing him as a chef so i was really nervous about that one! anyways, i hope you like the moodboard!

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garnish, a new moodboard

as we near the end of this dear little fic, capped out at ten chapters. i felt inspired to make a new graphic to capture the vibes of it overall.

Summary: Summer is a time of fun and carefree days for those who are fortunate enough to not work within the food industry. You however have found yourself back in that world and so long were the days you could spend doing nothing. Along with the shift back to a world you once left behind is the figure of Joel Miller, who is as magnetizing as he is irritating that is now a part of your daily life.

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nolita fairytale's august 2023 follower celebration

blurbs/headcanons:

carmy x reader phone call from 'make my heart surrender'

jealous!carmy and jealous!luca headcanon

stargazing with marcus brooks (blurb)

adopting pets with bradley bradshaw

taste testing with luca (blurb)

if you met mikey headcanon (make my heart surrender mc)

dating luca long distance headcanon

sneaking around with carmy

dom!javy machado headcanon - top gun maverick

kitchen mishaps with carmen berzatto (blurb)

song recs:

songs that make me think of carmy

moodboards:

cooking with boyfriend!luca

boxer!bradley bradshaw (boxing au)

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Sabotage

chef!Alfie Solomons x manager!Reader

• moodboards masterlist •

Alfie was invited to a new TV show as a participant to play the game of Sabotage. It surprised you when Tommy easily convinced him that this is his game and he should take you as his partner in crime.

The rules were simple. Cook something delicious according to the daily challenge, sabotage the other teams and protect your food from them.

And you were fucking winning.

The chilli to the velvet cake and chocolate in the bolognese sauce was only the beginning. You were a good team with a good game of pretending to argue as one of you takes the attention of the rest of the contenders while the other goes around unnoticed.

You had to do an interview or two after to clear up that it was all part of the plan and you don't actually work like that in real life.

Alfie was grumbling when you had to accept the "behind-the-scenes" filming for an extra episode to show a day in your kitchen but otherwise the two of you, the competitive menaces you were, enjoyed the whole experience.

If only you could figure out how they found out that you were not just business partners...

• moodboards masterlist •

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Horst Kerr x Reader Moodboard

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UR LITERALLY THE #1 WRIOTHESLEY WRITER OH MY GOD

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

"You can ask me for anything, you know," Wriothesley tells you one night, when the fortress is quiet and the lights are dimmed. You rest on his chest and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. His arms are wrapped around you, legs tangles, as he keeps you held in his embrace as if he can't bear to be even an inch away from you. His voice is quiet, not wanting to startle you when you're so close to dozing off, but not wanting to silence himself when he knows that what he's saying comes from his very core. That it's something you have to know.

"For money, for help, for support. For a shoulder to cry on when you're sad." One of his hands travels up to the back of your head, keeping you close so your breath continues to tickle the skin of his collar bone. Idly, his fingers begin to play with the wispy strands of hair, and his voice grows more and more soft with each word he utters. He can feel you stir against him, arm clenching where they wrap around his neck as you listen to him pour his heart out to you.

When Wriothesley exhales, it feels like his chest could cave in at any second. Your skin is so warm against his. "Baby, you could ask me for my heart and my soul, and I'd ask if you want it on a silver platter. You mean the world to me and I..." He swallows, resting his cheek against your head, feels you lean back against him and run your hands over his arm in a warm, soothing motion. Feels the blood tingle in his veins like magma and feels the itch of tears behind his eyes. He is so, so in love with you.

"I am entirely, wholeheartedly yours."

[jincapableoflove]

A Recipe for Love (Part 3)

Pairing: Jimin x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: baker/chef! jimin, baker/chef! reader, forbidden romance, angst, fluff, potential smut

Series summary: As their town announces its first-ever baking competition, Kim Y/n and Park Jimin find themselves pairing up to participate. However, the generations-old feud between their families prevents them from doing so. In order to avoid stirring up further animosity between their families, Jimin and Y/n must be secretive. Will Jimin and Y/n be able to be stealthy enough to navigate their days practising and testing out recipes for the competition, without their family members finding out?

Word count: 1.6k

Chapter Warnings: none.

A/N: tysm for all the support so far<3 this chapter is a bit of a filler before the real deal (which will take place in the next chapter) but its needed to understand the remaining chapters.

Part 3: Bittersweet Confections

Y/N

My spirit was dampened after learning about my sad fate. I wasn't the kind of person to dwell on disappointments for too long, but something about losing this incredible opportunity for our bakery put me in a sour mood. Our little bakehouse had been among the many businesses that suffered during the COVID-19 pandemic, and despite our efforts, we still hadn't fully regained momentum. This competition would have been the perfect chance to attract more customers and breathe life back into our shop.

But beyond just wanting to draw in customers, there was an ache in my chest that refused to subside. A void that only deepened every time I thought of someone who would have wanted to participate in this more than anything. And I couldn't even represent them in this competition.

I let out a frustrated sigh. Sitting around and sulking wouldn't do me any good. I needed to do something—go somewhere—to lift my mood. And where better than my sweet cousin Jeongguk's house?

Jeongguk lived with his family in a small yet cozy house about a 20-minute drive from mine. Despite having his own spacious bedroom and bath, the boy practically lived in the guest room at my apartment. Giving him a spare key when I first moved in had been the worst decision ever—I basically had no privacy in my own home.

After dropping off my groceries at my apartment, I drove to Jeongguk's place. I probably should have called ahead to check if he was home, but the loud music blasting all the way to his driveway made it obvious that he was.

I didn't bother knocking. Having visited the Jeons countless times, I knew exactly where they kept the spare key—tucked under the sole of a lone boot in the front yard. Without hesitation, I retrieved it, threw open the door, and rushed inside, heading straight upstairs to tackle my unsuspecting cousin.

If I couldn't participate in the competition, then at the very least, I could take my frustration out on him.

"Wha—AHH! Y/N! STOP!" Jeongguk screeched as I mercilessly tickled him, my fingers digging into his ribs.

"Plea—PLEASE, Y/N-IE! HAHAHA—STOP, I CAN'T—!" he pleaded through gasping laughs, writhing beneath me, but I showed no mercy.

After what felt like an eternity (but was probably just a couple of minutes), I finally relented, plopping onto his bed with a satisfied grin. Jeongguk lay beside me, still heaving, his limbs sprawled out in exhaustion.

"What happened to you?" he asked after catching his breath. "You seem weirdly happy today, cous."

I guess I did a good job of masking my disappointment because he hadn't noticed my dampened mood—until now.

I forced a small smile, but before I could answer, he tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. "Wait... is this about that competition?"

My forced composure cracked. My shoulders slumped.

"I can't participate," I admitted, the weight of the words pressing down on my chest.

Jeongguk shot up in alarm. "What?! Why?!"

"I have no one to go with," I sighed. "No one qualified enough between the ages of 18 and 30, at least. Even Jin isn't available."

"Can't Jin-hyung make it back just in time?" he asked, clearly grasping at straws.

"No," I shook my head. "His semester finals start soon. He's been studying nonstop for them."

"There's seriously no one else?"

"I haven't really thought about it, Gguk-ah," I admitted. "But I doubt there's anyone who would make a good team with me. If only you were as good at baking as you were at cooking."

Jeongguk sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew there was no point in pushing further. The opportunity was lost. Instead of pressing the matter, he leaned forward and wrapped me in a warm hug.

I realized then that maybe I was making a bigger deal out of this than necessary. Opportunities come and go. Maybe next year there'd be another competition where Jin could participate with me—or one where I could compete individually.

Thinking this, I pulled away from the hug and gave him a small smile. "Thanks, Gguk. You always know how to make me feel better."

Before he could respond, the doorbell rang, startling us both.

Jeongguk and I exchanged confused glances before heading downstairs. The moment he opened the door, a 16-year-old girl in her school uniform pushed past him, threw her bag onto the floor, and stormed upstairs.

The next thing we heard was the loud slam of her bedroom door.

"JEON JIA!" Jeongguk shouted, his voice laced with frustration as he chased after her.

I stood there, still processing what had just happened, before sighing and following them upstairs.

"Jia! How dare you slam the door?!" Jeongguk fumed, pounding on her door. "Did you think you could get away with this just because Mom and Dad aren't home?"

I placed a calming hand on his shoulder. "Maybe you should ask her what's wrong first, Jeongguk."

He huffed but stepped aside as I knocked gently. "Jia? We're worried about you. Can you open the door?"

No response.

"Jia, please?"

Silence.

I tried again. "I'll bake you choco-chip cookies."

A pause.

Then the door creaked open slightly.

Suppressing a triumphant smirk, I pushed the door fully open and stepped inside. Jia sat cross-legged on her bed, looking simultaneously angry, annoyed, and frustrated.

"I'm telling Mom about this," Jeongguk grumbled.

"Gguk-ah, stop," I sighed. "Let's hear her out first."

I turned to Jia, my voice soft yet firm. "What happened?"

She let out an exaggerated groan, pulling at her hair in frustration before dramatically exclaiming, "IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF THAT ASSHOLE!"

Jeongguk and I blinked. "Who?" we asked in unison.

"PARK BEOMGYU!"

Jeongguk stiffened. "What did that boy do this time?"

Jia sniffled dramatically. "He stuffed my locker with live spiders."

I burst into laughter.

Both siblings turned to me, eyes filled with betrayal.

"That's it? He stuffed your locker with spiders?" I teased.

"They were ALIVE, Y/N!" Jia huffed.

"So? It's just a silly prank," I shrugged. "It's not like you're even scared of spiders."

Jia fumed. "That's not the point! It was PARK BEOMGYU."

Oh. So that's what this was about.

The Park family—the ones we Kims were supposedly supposed to hate. Jia and Beomgyu go to the same school and constantly infuriate each other by pulling silly pranks like this. I never understood how a feud so trivial could last over generations. Beomgyu was the fourth or fifth descendant of the founder of Park's Bakehouse for crying out loud!

"There you go again, Y/N," Jeongguk sighed. "Always defending the Parks."

"I don't see a reason to hate them, that's all."

"Ugh, you'll understand one day," Jia grumbled.

I rolled my eyes. "Mhm, sure."

"And you know what, Y/N?" Jia began again, with a sly smirk on her face, "Jin is prettier than you."

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" I grabbed a pillow and started hitting her with it. "Take that back, you brat! How can you call Jin prettier than me?!" She squealed trying to move away from me and grabbing a pillow to hit me with in the process. Jeongguk who stood there watching us, joined right after.

The pillow fight ended almost 10 minutes later after I managed to push Jeongguk and Jia off the bed. We were still giggling and laughing from the aftermath of the impromptu pillow fight.

When Jeongguk's parents arrived home from work, I decided it was time for me to make my way back home. I left after greeting Uncle Jeon and kissing my aunt on the cheek.

As I was driving back home, I realized that my time spent at Jeongguk's house had successfully distracted me from my sorrow. The laughter, the playful banter, and the ridiculous pillow fight had all temporarily lifted the weight off my chest. But now that I was alone again, the thoughts came flooding back, pressing down on me like a heavy fog I couldn't escape.

My grip tightened around the steering wheel when my phone rang, my dad's name flashing on the screen. I sighed before answering, already knowing what was coming.

"Y/N-ah... I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry about the competition. I know how much this meant to you."

I forced a small hum in response, not trusting my voice. But Dad wasn't finished. "You know... your mom always dreamed of participating in a competition like this. She would have been so proud to see you represent her."

And just like that, the fragile composure I had built up during the evening cracked.

A lump formed in my throat. I swallowed it down, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "I know, Dad..." I whispered. But knowing didn't make it any easier.

His words echoed in my mind long after the call ended. I felt like I was letting her down. Like I was failing her dream. The bakery was struggling, and this could have been our chance. And I wasn't even able to try.

As if the universe wanted to twist the knife deeper, my phone rang again. This time, it was Grandma.

"Y/N, this is such a disappointment! An opportunity like this doesn't come every day. If only there was another way..."

I sighed. "I know, Grandma. I really tried. There's just no one else who—"

"Nonsense! I'll talk to the mayor myself. He'll have to make an exception for you."

I let out a humorless chuckle. "You know that won't work. The mayor never changes his decisions. If he wants it to be a duo, a duo it shall be."

Grandma clicked her tongue in disapproval but didn't push further. "You should rest, dear. You've been through a lot today."

I murmured a quiet goodnight before hanging up. But rest didn't come easy. My thoughts swirled endlessly, drowning me in frustration and disappointment.

That night, I went to bed dreaming of standing on the competition stage, my heart swelling with pride as I showcased my skills. But even in my dreams, the painful truth crept in—I had no partner. And without a partner, my dreams would remain just that—dreams.

<- Part 2 | Series Masterlist | Part 4 ->

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🍃🪴⛲️going to the gardens⛲️🪴🍃 (all extra pics are mine)

[bettys-redwinesupernova]

I GET YOU

rafe cameron x fem!reader

( moodboard does NOT depict readers appearance !! )

WARNINGS: none? i can’t really think of anything, just pure fluff! soft!rafe :’) maybe the slightest mention of worrying about what others think/fear of being judged? lmk if i missed anything !!

SUMMARY: rafe and weird!reader are one of the strangest couples in the obx. nobody has any clue how the cunning and cruel rafe cameron is dating the epitome of sunshine. but rafe just gets her, and she just gets him🫶

based on this ask !! i hope you enjoy 🍮🍒 anon, and i hope it was what you asked for, and i added in that the reader makes jewellery and collects sonny’s angels :) and sorry for the late post !! <3

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

THIRD PERSON +

The Outer Banks sun was blazing overhead as Y/N wandered down the streets of Kildare Island. The vibrant clinking of her many bracelets echoed softly in the quiet cul-de-sac as she adjusted her brightly colored tote bag over her shoulder. It was filled to the brim with craft supplies—beads of every color, rolls of thread, and the newest addition to her collection: two tiny Sonny’s Angels figurines she’d found at a small thrift shop on the mainland.

She was a walking burst of color. Her patchwork denim jeans were covered in hand-sewn floral patterns, her lime-green tank top layered over a long-sleeved baby tee, and her hair was adorned with barrette clips in the shape of stars and hearts. The contrast between her aesthetic and the neutral, coastal tones of the OBX locals was stark. She stuck out like a sore thumb—and she didn’t care.

And Rafe Cameron loved her for it.

From his perch on the porch steps of Tannyhill, Rafe’s blue eyes tracked her approach, his lips quirking into a soft, almost amused smile. He watched as she practically skipped up the gravel driveway, clutching her tote bag like it held treasure.

“Rafey!” she called out, her voice a melodic lilt that never failed to make his chest ache in the best way. “Guess what I found!”

He chuckled, standing up and brushing off his khaki shorts. “What, another one of those creepy little baby dolls?”

She gasped in mock outrage, clutching her heart. “They’re not creepy! They’re little angels, and they’re adorable. Look!” She yanked the two figurines from her bag and held them up like prized possessions. One was dressed as a strawberry, the other as a little chef.

Rafe leaned down, squinting at the tiny figures in her hands. “Yeah, adorable is one way to put it,” he teased, but his grin betrayed his words.

“Don’t be mean,” she said, poking his chest lightly. Her rings sparkled in the sunlight as she did so. “You just don’t understand their charm.”

“I don’t,” he admitted with a shrug, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his chest. “But I understand you, and that’s enough for me.”

Her cheeks flushed at his words, and she buried her face in his chest. “You’re such a sap sometimes.”

“Only for you.”

The two of them stood like that for a moment, swaying slightly in the breeze. The Cameron estate was quiet; Ward and Rose were off on one of their trips, and Sarah was, well, doing whatever Sarah did these days. It left Rafe and Y/N in a little bubble of their own, untouched by the world’s judgments.

“You wanna help me make something?” Y/N asked, pulling back slightly to look up at him.

“Make what?”

“A bracelet!” She stepped out of his arms, already rummaging through her bag. “I got these new beads, and I think they’d look great with your eyes.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow. “You wanna make me a bracelet?”

“Why not?” she said, grinning. “It’s not like you’re gonna wear it in public or anything. Unless…” Her grin turned mischievous.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, though his tone was light.

She giggled, plopping down on the porch steps and spreading her supplies out like an artist preparing her canvas. Rafe followed, sitting beside her and watching as her nimble fingers worked to thread beads onto a piece of elastic.

“Why do you do this?” he asked after a while, his voice soft.

“Do what?”

“This.” He gestured to her array of beads, figurines, and tiny tools. “All of it. The bright clothes, the crafts… you’re not exactly like anyone else around here.”

She paused, looking up at him with a small smile. “Because it makes me happy,” she said simply. “I like colours. I like making things. It’s who I am.”

Rafe nodded, taking her answer in stride. He’d always admired her confidence in being herself, even when people whispered about her behind her back or shot her strange looks in town. It was a level of self-assuredness he wasn’t sure he’d ever reach.

“You know,” she said after a moment, stringing a star-shaped bead onto the bracelet, “a lot of people think it’s weird that we’re together.”

“They’re idiots.”

She laughed, a light, airy sound that made his heart swell. “I know that. But still… you’re Rafe Cameron. People expect you to date, like, the cheerleader type. Not someone who spends their weekends thrifting for doll clothes.”

He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His touch was gentle, his fingers brushing against the plastic barrette clipped in her hair. “Let them think what they want,” he said firmly. “You make me happy. That’s all that matters.”

Her smile widened, and she leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re too good to me, Rafe Cameron.”

“Damn right I am,” he said with a smirk, though the teasing edge in his voice was softened by the way he gazed at her like she hung the stars in the sky.

She finished the bracelet a few minutes later, tying it off and holding it up for inspection. It was a mix of blue and white beads, with a single star charm in the center. “What do you think?”

“It’s perfect,” he said, letting her slide it onto his wrist. The contrast between the delicate bracelet and his rugged, calloused hands was almost laughable, but he wore it with pride.

“You look so cute,” she cooed, taking his hand in hers to admire her handiwork.

“Don’t push it,” he said, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, her eyes drifting to the horizon where the sun was beginning to set. “You know, I used to think no one would ever get me,” she admitted quietly. “Like, really get me.”

Rafe turned his head to look at her, his expression softening. “I get you,” he said simply.

She smiled, tilting her head up to kiss him softly. “Yeah,” she whispered against his lips. “You do.”

The world around them seemed to fade away as they sat together on the porch steps, wrapped in their own little universe. It didn’t matter what the rest of the Outer Banks thought of them. They had each other, and that was more than enough.

For the first time in a long time, Rafe Cameron felt like he could be himself. And for Y/N, that was the greatest gift of all.

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this was so so cute and so much fun to write !! i LOVE weird girl!reader soooo much and this was just the CUTEST🥹 i really hope this was what you wanted 🍮🍒 anon and i hope i got the aesthetics correct :) as always, please like and reblog as it means the WORLD to me <333

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