#food wars x reader

[thatanimewriter]

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

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

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 despise 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. 

anita yasmine rosie luka penny william-

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…

[nmakii]

masterlist :)

— if there is yet to be a link, please assume i am still working on it!

— previous works

hazbin hotel

alastor x chef!reader

alastor x similar!reader

— youre losing me - judgement upright & reversed (charlie & lucifer)

sway with me… — a date with alastor

religion’s in your lips. — making out with lucifer

getting caught in the moment… lipstick on your face — alastor + lucifer + vox getting lipstick stained

all of the girls you loved before — chaggie fluff

alastor x modern!reader

rant to me, i like the sound… — charlie + angel + alastor ranting

your sweet radio demon! — alastor getting jealous

the girl in my story has always been you! — alastor x insecure reader

yandere!alastor x clingy!reader

hotel staff x drag!reader

human!alastor x rival!reader (school au!)

yandere!alastor x fiance to be!reader

foolish one — loving vox was bad for your health

the monster’s gone — don’t be scared, lucifer is here

whiskey on ice, sunset and vine — drunk mistakes with drunk alastor

“do you think you’ll kill for me one day?” yes, of course i will, my darling — tricking yan!alastor + yan!vox

domestic life was never quite my style… — married life with human!alastor

your ivy grows, now i’m covered in you — babysitting fat nuggets for angel dust

[ghostface alastor] [teasing you with the mask]

— yandere!human alastor series

burnt out — breaking up with alastor

only bought this dress so you could take it off — alastor + vox + adam’s fashion preferences on s/os

alastor x hypersexual ace!reader

danganronpa

yandere!nagito + kokichi x demon!mastermind!reader

overlord!junko x overlord!reader

kokichi x ult psychologist!reader

haikyuu!!

all because i liked a boy? — rumors. because of oikawa

so dim that spotlight… — inarizaki’s manager is an idol?!

bedtime angel — kuroo + oikawa’s s/o hugging a pillow

knockin’ that kitty cat out! — can the hq boys fight?

bungo stray dogs

dazai x oda’s sister!reader

autistic!s/o — dazai + tetchou

blue lock

autistic!s/o — bachira + isagi

rin x reader with sibling issues

chigiri x reader with long hair

the look of love, the rush of blood — dating nagi, but not actually dating him

he gave me the… ICK! — random bllk boy icks

must be love — you decide to snoop on sae’s phone

christmas kids — kaiser hates his birthday. no exceptions.

crack baby ness

silly bllk smau | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

once upon a dream — yukimiya’s dreaming of a mysterious, faceless girl. you can’t sleep.

falling asleep on call with nagi

sae loves calling you his princess

kaiser’s cologne

nagi loves when you blow up his phone

somewhere in the crowd, there’s you — sae surprises you on your birthday

after all this time, you and i — celebrating your birthday with nanase

marble game with nagi

out of otoya’s league

sae isnt the jealous type, but…

knockin’ that kitty cat out! — can the bllk boys fight?

everything is blue! — the colors kunigami + bachira + kaiser + rin + nagi + otoya + nanase see love in

late night studying with sae

nagi’s treasure

nagi’s model girlfriend

sae showing up late at night

genshin impact

food wars

project sekai

percy jackson and the olympians

percy x shy!athena!reader

[minkyungseokie]

ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔭𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱, 𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢. 𝔖𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥. ℑ𝔱’𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢, ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲.

�� Attack on Titan

↳ Black Butler

↳ Black Clover

↳ Bleach

↳ Blue Exorcist

↳ Blue Period

↳ Buddy Daddies

↳ Demon Slayer

↳ Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon

↳ Fairy Tail

↳ Food Wars

↳ Haikyuu

↳ IDOLiSH7

↳ Jujutsu Kaisen

↳ Life Lessons with Uramichi-Oniisan

↳ Lookism

↳ March Comes in Like a Lion

↳ Mashle: Magic and Muscle

↳ Mr. Villain’s Day Off

↳ My Hero Academia

↳ Naruto

↳ No Game No Life

↳ One Piece

↳ One Punch Man

↳ Ouran High School Host Club

↳ Play It Cool, Guys

↳ SpyxFamily

↳ Tokyo Ghoul

↳ Tokyo Revengers

↳ The Daily Life of the Immortal King

↳ The Devil is a Part-Timer

↳ The Disastrous Life of Saki K

↳ Twin Star Exorcists

↳ Yowamushi Pedal

↳ Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead

[ouiouimochi]

Gingerbread

pairing/s: satoshi isshiki x reader

wc: 1.1k

warning/s: no beta again, wonky phone format, character may be ooc

note/s: I'm late cuz I drank last night lmaoo

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙

On the 7th day of simpmas, my true love gave to me

“Oh, what's this?”

Early December had settled over Totsuki Culinary Academy like a soft blanket, the days growing shorter and colder as the first traces of snow dusted the campus.

Satoshi leaned against one side of the counter, the usual relaxed smile on his face as he surveyed the ingredients laid out before him. The soft light of the kitchen cast a warm glow, and outside the window, the first signs of winter—a faint dusting of snow—began to fall, signaling the start of the holiday season.

He was wearing normal clothes in the dorm, for once, donning a cream sweater and some comfortable pants. Last time he appeared before you, he was in nothing but his pink apron— to which you scolded him for as he could get sick in the current weather. At least he seemed to have listened to your concerns.

‘God forbid if he wears the damned fudonshi or just his apron in this frigid climate’

You turned your full attention to him from preparing the ingredients you needed, greeting him with a relaxed smile of your own and settling your hands on your waist.

“Just gonna bake some gingerbread… I had a sudden craving…” You scratched your cheek with a finger as you laughed sheepishly.

Satoshi hums to himself before retrieving his apron and standing next to you on the counter. He rolled the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows as he meticulously washed his hands.

“I don't suppose you mind a hand?” he asked with a playful gleam in his eyes, as if he hadn't already invited himself to assist you. Satoshi has always been like that with you.

You shook your head. If anything, you were more than pleased to have some help— it was only an added plus that you enjoy the eccentric male’s presence a lot.

“I’d appreciate it, actually. I'm going to try something new, hopefully it works out…” You trailed off while staring at the ingredients, worried that a slight change to the usual recipe you used would fail.

A warm hand settled itself on top of your head, gently ruffling your hair. A deep and charming chuckle reaching into your ears. You face him again just as he removes his hand, the presence of a sincere fondness reflecting in Satoshi’s cyan-blue eyes.

“I'm sure it'll work out with your skills and magic, our dearest sugar fairy~” he reassured and teased, calling you by the embarrassing nickname you acquired during your first year— a story for another time.

“Please don't call me that…”

“But you're one of Polar Star’s pride!” You sighed, knowing how you can't really argue much against Satoshi once he's set on it.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

You and Satoshi had finally gotten started by mixing the dry ingredients of flour, baking soda, cinnamon, and ginger, the male humming a soft, upbeat tune. You recognize a familiar rhythm and soon after, you begin humming the Christmas song you got reminded of, the brunette immediately catching on and humming with you as you two proceed to other preparations.

Now, all that was left was to mix the ingredients to create the dough, which he thankfully volunteered himself to do. Your eyes focused on his forearm muscles flexing itself as he effortly kneading the dough, his fingers looking skilled.

You held his upper arm, signalling him to pause as you inspected the lump.

“It needs a bit more flour and cinnamon…”

If Satoshi was surprised, he didn't show it in his expression. But he wasn't surprised since he knew your skill, despite how absurd it was to be able to know what you need in your dishes with just a look— most especially with baking where measurements have to be accurate and precise.

You took the ingredients you needed and sprinkle a little on to the dough, Satoshi having moved his hands away to make room for your action.

“You know, “ you suddenly piped up, "gingerbread cookies are a lot like life. They need just the right amount of spice to make them exciting, but they also need something sweet to balance it all out. And in the end, when they’re all baked and ready, they come together in the most satisfying way.”

Satoshi chuckled, his head tilted downwards towards you as you two made eye contact. Suddenly you noticed how close you two were. Your shoulder was pressing up against his upper arm, face mere inches apart.

He then booped your nose. You blinked, stunned, a few seconds passed by before realizing that he smeared something powdery on your nose.

“Toshii!” you drawled out his name, eyebrows scrunching in befuddlement. You smacked his arm before wiping your nose off with your arm.

He raises his hands in surrender and you two go back to baking.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

You neatly laid out the cookies on a separate baking sheet, having already baked and cooled them off a while ago already. The kitchen smelled of pastries, sugar, and cinnamon.

You then took a piping bag with icing already prepared, getting started on decorating the gingerbread men based on everyone from the dorm. Satoshi was only watching as you focused and meticulously added necessary details to the cookies, an inexplicably soft look settling into his expression.

“Done!” you rested your hands on your waist, taking a step back to appreciate your work. Nodding to yourself in approval, you made eye contact with the brunette.

“They're lovely.” he commented, as his finger traced the form of one cookie— the one you based off of him.

“With your level of skill, why don't you fight for a seat in the Elite Ten?” He asked, you shaking your head in response.

You inspected the cookies again, “Eh, not really why I got into Totsuki though…” your finger tapped on one of the intricate lines you drew, making sure it had already set and hardened.

“Then, what was your reason?” He was genuinely curious, having never asked you before this question at all.

“Well,” you picked one up delicately, “It’s quite tiring eating your own dishes even if you're a good chef...even if you keep adding twists to the usual recipe”

“Let's just say I only got to Totsuki to find someone who can cook me all types of food that I wouldn't get tired of.” You stared at him, possibly hinting at something as his eyes narrowed slightly in jest, an unspoken conversation going on between you two.

You then bit into the cookie, smiling in delight that it turned out well. Satoshi also took one, the one designed to resemble you

because you had the one that resembled him

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙

note/s: rushed af, late af, I'm dying in uni yet again. yes you went to totsuki just to find a malewife, GIRLBOSS behavior

taglist: @justwinginglife , @minasfwoopyponytail , @ryescapades , + anyone who wants to be added!

[ladybunny44]

Good morning, Bunny. Here's my third Takumi request. After another argument with Takumi about his fangirls that results in a cold war for almost two weeks, Isami decides to play intervention because he's just tired of hearing his brother's TMI moans at night.

🍴 Stirring the Pot 🍝

Pairing : Takumi Adlini x Fem!Reader

Genre : ☁️

Word count : ~1800

Summary : After yet another argument about Takumi’s fangirls, the two of you fall into a stubborn cold war that stretches on for nearly two weeks. Tired of his brother’s nightly laments, Isami takes matters into his own hands, staging an intervention over dinner.

TW/CW : Relationship conflict (resolved) , light humor and sibling teasing.

NOTIFICATIONS ꩜ ₊ ⊹! : Thank you for the request again! Enjoy the oneshot, I'm a bit clueless in TMI moans so i just write based on my understanding! 📚

『••✎••』

The argument had started over something small, as it always did: Takumi’s fangirls.

“Why can’t you just tell them to back off?” you’d snapped, crossing your arms.

“And what am I supposed to do, Y/N? Post a sign that says, ‘Stay away, I’m taken’? They’re just fans!” he shot back, his hands gesturing wildly in frustration.

It escalated quickly from there. Words were exchanged, some sharper than either of you intended, and by the end of it, both of you were too stubborn to apologize.

Now, nearly two weeks had passed, and the tension between you and Takumi was unbearable. The once warm, playful dynamic between you had been replaced by awkward silences and curt replies. Even Isami, Takumi’s usually patient younger brother, was reaching his limit.

“Takumi,” Isami groaned one evening, leaning against the kitchen counter as his brother stared at his phone for the hundredth time that day. “Just talk to her already.”

Takumi scowled, locking his phone and shoving it into his pocket. “She’s the one who started this. Why should I—”

“You’re the one who can’t stop complaining about how much you miss her!” Isami interrupted, throwing his hands up. “Every night, I have to hear you moan about how you messed up or how much you want to see her. It’s driving me insane.”

Takumi’s ears turned red. “I don’t—”

“You do,” Isami said flatly, cutting him off. “And I’m done. So, here’s what’s going to happen: I’m calling Y/N over for dinner tomorrow, and you two are going to talk like adults. If you don’t, I’m locking you in the pantry together until you figure it out.”

When you arrived at the Aldini brothers’ place the next evening, you weren’t sure what to expect. Isami had been cryptic on the phone, promising only that he needed help with something important.

“Thanks for coming, Y/N,” Isami said with a warm smile as he let you in. “Dinner’s almost ready. Takumi’s in the kitchen.”

Your heart sank. You hadn’t seen Takumi since the fight, and the idea of facing him now made your stomach churn.

“Uh, maybe I should—”

“Stay,” Isami said firmly, his smile unwavering. “Trust me.”

Before you could protest, he disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you standing awkwardly in the hallway.

When you stepped into the kitchen, you found Takumi chopping vegetables, his movements sharp and precise. He glanced up when he saw you, his blue eyes widening in surprise before narrowing slightly.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice carefully neutral.

“Hi,” you replied softly, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

The silence stretched between you, thick with unresolved tension. Finally, Takumi set his knife down with a sigh.

“Look,” he began, running a hand through his hair, “I don’t want to keep fighting with you.”

You blinked, startled by his sudden admission. “I don’t either,” you admitted. “But... you have to understand how it feels for me. Seeing all those girls fawning over you, acting like I don’t exist—it hurts, Takumi.”

His expression softened, guilt flickering across his face. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I just... I didn’t know how to handle it without making a scene.”

“I’m not asking for a scene,” you said quietly. “I just need to know that you’re on my side, that you see me.”

He stepped closer, his hand reaching for yours. “I do see you, Y/N. You’re the only one I see. I’m sorry for not making that clear.”

From the doorway, Isami cleared his throat loudly. “Glad to see you two finally talking. Now, can we eat? I didn’t slave over this meal for nothing.”

You and Takumi both turned, startled to find Isami watching with an amused smirk.

“Thank you, Isami,” Takumi said dryly, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Anytime,” Isami replied, giving a mock salute before disappearing into the dining room.

As you sat down to eat, the tension between you and Takumi eased, replaced by the familiar warmth and banter you’d missed so much.

Later that evening, after Isami had retreated to his room, you and Takumi found yourselves alone in the living room. He sat beside you, his hand resting lightly on your knee.

“I really am sorry,” he said, his voice low.

“I know,” you replied, leaning your head against his shoulder. “And for the record, I missed you too.”

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Good. Because I don’t think I could stand another night of Isami’s lectures.”

You laughed, the sound light and genuine, and for the first time in weeks, everything felt right again.

[linkemon]

Boy with luv (Shinomiya Kojirou x Reader)

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[ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏꜱꜱ, ꜱʜɪɴᴏᴍɪʏᴀ ᴋᴏᴊɪʀᴏᴜ, ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴛᴀᴜʀᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴀɪʟꜱ…

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴀᴜ. ɪᴛ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴏʀᴀʀɪʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ.

— Voilà! — [Reader] proudly placed the plate in front of Shinomiya. — Spring composition. Complete rejuvenation!

She sincerely hoped that the opinion about the dish would be positive. Many of her future plans depended on it. Fortunately, the hungry glances of her coworkers, who were waiting for their turn to taste, gave her encouragement. The woman tightly clenched her thumbs behind her back as she watched her boss take the first bite. To her surprise, he froze for a moment and, before he could say anything, disappeared in a cloud of white smoke.

A child sat in his place.

Everyone approached the little one uncertainly. Someone took the fork out of his hand.

— [Reader]-san, what did you put in there? — Abel asked with fear.

— Lime leaves. I wanted it to be... rejuvenating? — she said uncertainly.

In front of her sat a mini version of the boss. He had the exact same short pink hair and amber eyes. He looked quite happy as he played with the rest of the food on his plate.

His expression was definitely not his usual one.

— I like it. He's less grumpy. — Lucie lifted the little one into her arms. — Who's the cutest little thing? Who? — She lifted him up, tickling him with her nose. — I wonder when he'll turn back.

— Maybe we should call an ambulance — Gao suggested.

She was sensible and responsible. After all, that was what was expected of a restaurant manager. [Reader] rarely disagreed with her but this time she couldn't agree with her.

The sanitary inspector would certainly raid the place and closing Shino's would cause huge losses. In her mind's eye, she could already see Shinomiya suing her. And there would be no way to pay off the debts...

— Now we have to get ready to open because the guests will be disappointed. Let's wait until he digests what he ate. I'll take care of him and if it doesn't go away, I'll take him to the ER.

She wanted to strongly believe that the visit would not be necessary.

— We'll manage without you. Take him for a walk so he won't be a nuisance. We'll keep in touch — Lucie said, seeing the rest of the crew wanting to protest.

The woman then took the child from her, took her purse and left the restaurant.

She headed towards the housing estate with a playground.

It seemed to her that all the old ladies in the area had gathered to check her out. They were expressing their admiration for Kojirō-chan. They were congratulating her on her adorable son. [Reader] didn't feel like correcting them. Especially after he had publicly called her "mom". So she nodded with a goofy smile, trying to say a polite goodbye and leave.

The boy kept pulling her hair. Once, he even managed to dig up her lipstick and started using it eagerly. When she tried to wipe his face, she was surprised to find that he was standing without her help. He had also grown heavier. That boded well.

Before she knew it, little boss was running around the sandbox bringing her dishes made of leaves and sand. She tipped them out behind her when he wasn't looking.

It wasn't the time to think about it but she figured Shinomiya must have been a really cute kid once. She felt sad that his adult self wasn't anything like his current self.

Suddenly she heard a soft sob and then a preschooler appeared before her with tears in his eyes. She wanted to say that children grow up too fast but at the last moment she stopped herself.

— He ruined my restaurant. — The boy’s lower lip trembled. —And I was just about to cook you Flan Aux Champignon.

It was enough to glance at a peer playing in a newly acquired sandbox to understand what he was talking about. The fight was paid for with a grazed knee.

— Kojirō-chan, you'll cook me something better next time. — She hugged the little one. — Let's go to the store, I'll buy you some colourful slices and something sweet. — She winked.

Like most school children, he was taken in by the promise of a reward. A taped knee, a juice box and a candy bar effectively did the trick. The woman also sent a text message to her co-workers, assuring them that hospitals would not be needed.

Unfortunately, the problem began when the boss hit his teenage years. He suddenly wanted to taste rebellion. Before she knew it, he ran away at a pedestrian crossing.

She was seriously nervous because Tokyo's neighbourhoods were easy to get lost in. Not to mention the shady characters who sometimes lurked in the alleys after dark.

She often returned home late at night, so she knew the consequences.

She asked passersby and wandered around the area but to no avail.

When she returned to the street where Shino's was located, however, a surprise awaited her. To her immense relief, a grown man was sitting on a bench in front of the restaurant.

— Shinomiya-san, what a luck! — She threw her arms around his neck.

She was glad he was back to normal and in one piece.

The man gently but firmly pushed her away from him.

This was nothing new. Even when he was hugged on his birthday while being congratulated, he felt uneasy. He kept physical contact to a minimum.

— What was in that dish? — he drawled.

[Reader] could feel the cold gaze of amber eyes on her. The tone of his voice was cold and unpleasant. She was starting to miss Kojirō-chan, who would probably jump for joy at the sight of her.

Her legs and head ached from running around the neighbourhoods looking for her boss. Fatigue was making itself known, bringing tears to the corners of her eyes. She blinked as hard as she could but her vision was getting a little blurry.

— The ingredients don’t matter if it wasn’t good! — she sobbed, searching her purse for tissues.

The man noticed the sudden change and his facial expression softened slightly.

— Did I say I didn't like it?

— But...

—Why did you care so much about my opinion? You never cared about it before unless the dishes were for Shino's.

The woman wiped her eyes, trying to calm her breathing.

— This was supposed to be a test of my skills. I want to open my own restaurant in [Country Name]. I feel like I'm suffocating in Tokyo.

— Because who would want to put up with me as their boss? — he snarled.

— Shinomiya-san, you know it's not like that. I just... have to try something new. Go somewhere. Do something more. Remember how after the shokugeki you said you didn't want to stand still...?

— I know what you're talking about.

He knew this feeling all too well.

Ever since he faced Yukihira in a duel, it had been with him all along. Since then, he had wanted more from life. He had set high standards and distant goals for himself and he had stubbornly pursued them. He had been working on his cooking style, hoping that one day he would achieve more than he already had.

But now that the woman wanted what he wanted, he had a problem.

The idea of ​​a restaurant without her stupid jokes, without her dishes and without her seemed downright treacherous to him.

As if she wanted to run away from him and didn't need him anymore.

— You want my opinion? — He pinched the bridge of his nose. — Change that lime note and everyone will be eating out of your hand. If they don't turn into a child first... Just invite me to the opening. — He looked directly at her.

The woman had the impression that there was some hope lurking within him.

— Of course, yes. Besides... I'll visit you. We're not parting forever. There are phones and the Internet. Although after these few years I have to admit that I'll miss you.

Maybe it was time to set new goals, unrelated to cooking.

Kojirō gently brushed a few strands of hair away from the woman's face and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. She hadn't expected that at all, so he wanted to laugh at the sight of her flushed face before him.

— If you don't invite me, I'll just get on the first plane I see. And when I find you, you'll be in big trouble. Let's go — he added, seeing her froze in place.

The woman reluctantly moved toward the restaurant, catching up with Shinomiya.

— You know you offered me a sand cake to eat? — She smiled, looking out at the setting sun.

— I hope it was as good as all my dishes.

— Imagine that I didn't eat it...

She reached out her hand timidly, lacing her fingers with his. The man smiled to himself.

— Don't worry, you haven't lost anything because I'll cook you something better.

He's gained a new and quite pleasant, goal — [Reader] will become his girlfriend.

[arlestial]

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.

[indigosuvi]

You Can't Cook

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 439 | Read it on AO3 | Tag List

Featuring: Takumi, Isami, and Satoshi

Being unable to cook isn’t necessarily a big deal. Takumi cooks all the time to help out at the restaurant. He doesn’t have an issue cooking for you too.

The only time it would be an issue is if you refuse to cook at all. He can’t be the only one in the house cooking all the time. While he won’t directly say that he has an issue with this. The signs will be there. He doesn’t mind taking the time to show you how to cook and helping you out with cooking. You both can take turns cooking something. He will be very patient in teaching you how to cook. He knows that it isn’t always easy for others to do. So, he’ll continue teaching and being there for you until you are able to cook for yourself without needing any help. Of course, if you have any questions, you can always ask, and he’ll answer.

Isami has no issue with you being unable to cook. With him being the only one able to cook, he can continue to work on his cooking skills and improve himself. He doesn’t want you to be able to cook better than he can and is slightly insecure about that. He’ll be hesitant to teach you how to cook and will only do so if you really want to. If you have questions, he may or may not help you. It depends on how he is feeling at that time. If he teaches you how to cook, you’ll be a better cook, but if he doesn’t teach you, then you won’t know how to cook. It won’t be obvious that he is trying to get you to fail. So it won’t be something that you can obviously tell.

Satoshi doesn’t mind that you can’t cook. If you want to learn, he has no issue showing you and teaching you. He will be proud when you develop your own way of cooking. He has his own preferred way of cooking, and he hates that people tell him to cook a certain way. So, the fact that you found your own way of cooking makes him proud. He isn’t going to tell you to cook in any specific way; he will only teach you to cook. Things like how long to cook something until it’s well done. Simple things like that; the rest is kind of up to your own creativity. He doesn’t want to tell you what to do and for you to find your own way of doing things. He will help you out if you ask him to. He doesn’t mind.

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[ashton-sano]

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.)

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EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE.

➳ synopsis: the boys can't help but micromanage the catering at their wedding and he really needs to just sit down and enjoy his special day

➳ character/s: yukihira soma, tsukasa eishi

➳ warnings: swearing (soma), cameos of other cast members, could be taken as platonic or romantic, ryo wants to be husband material

➳ notes: i just think they'd never let someone take care of cooking at their own wedding without coming over to check to make sure everything is perfect, so here are some short ficlets

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

── 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.  

he knows his dad won't royally fuck up his wedding (he thinks) but there is an inkling of anxiety when he's reminded of his disgusting creations, especially when his dad got up to do his little speech. it's not like his dad was the only chef for tonight, ryo and hayama had also joined the fray, perhaps to honour their previous victory as the top 3 at the autumn elections.

"stop hovering," joichiro grumbled, seasoning the meat at his work station. "you're supposed to be sitting down with your partner, go do that."

soma whined in response, reaching to grab a knife but got his hand slapped away. "what if you serve something gross?"

"i won't, i won't."

"soma!" you called, arms crossed. "you asked them to cater, let them do their thing," you said, pulling him away from the kitchen.

he sighed as he was dragged along, but called out to his dark-haired companion before he was forced out. "i can cook better than you, i'm married and you're not!"

"HUH?!"

"even hayama got married before you," he continued, a mischievous grin glued to his lips.

"I'LL CATCH THAT BOUQUET AND SHOW YOU I'M HUSBAND MATERIAL!" ryo yelled, earning a cackle from soma as he ran back into the reception hall.

── 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈.

they say old habits die hard, and that certainly is the case for tsukasa. shuffling his way to the kitchen, he twiddled his thumbs as he watched his elite ten cohort churn out dishes with knitted brows and a trembling gaze.

"tsukasa, you're the one who stopped us from having fun at your wedding, at least let us do our job," rindou teased, searing the meat in her pan.

he gasped in horror, "you're not having fun? should i have asked someone else to do it? what if the others aren't having fun? what if people are only here because they felt bad-"

"come back to the reception hall, tsukasa, people want to talk to you and congratulate you," you stated, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "they've got it covered, you know these people are good."

"ok..." he mumbled, timidly walking away.

"oi, tsukasa! you owe us a round of drinks after we're done here!" rindou called, a cat-like grin on her features.

"ah, please don't get drunk at my wedding!" he cowered, immediately running back to the kitchen.

"you're being a bad husband by leaving your spouse alone," she joked, shaking her head in faux disappointment.

"am i?!"

"yup," you confirmed, gripping his hand and dragging him back into the reception hall as he fretted over his capabilities as a husband.

[mono-dot-jpeg]

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...?"

[minkyungseokie]

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚛

𝔓𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢'𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔢. ℑ𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔥

I’ll add More as I get further into series or start watching new series. People with pairings can be requested apart or together and the people highlighted in red will only be written if requested with their og partner

𝕍𝕥𝕦𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕤

Luca Kaneshiro

Mysta Rias

Ike Eveland

Shu Yamino

Sonny Brisko

Fulgur Ovid

Uki Violeta

Alban Knox

Yugo Asuma

Aster Arcadia

Ren Zotto

Kyo Kaneko

Regis Altare

Magni Dezmond

Noir Vesper

Gavis Bettel

𝔸𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕖

Attack on Titan

↳ Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Connie Springer, Jean Kirschtein, Erwin Smith, Reiner Braun, Levi Ackerman, Mike Zacharias, Marco Bott, Bertolt Hoover,

Black Butler

↳ Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive, Soma Asman Kadar, Alois Trancy, Baldroy, Finnian, Claude Faustus

Black Clover

↳ Yuno Grinberryall, Asta, Yami Sukehiro, Magna Swing, William Vangeance, Finral Roulacase, Klaus Lunettes, Rill Boismortier, Leopold Vermillion, Fugleon Vermillion, Gauche Adlai, Solid Silva, Nozel Silva, Julius Novachrono, Jack the Ripper, Mars,

Bleach

↳ Ichigo Kurosaki, Yasutora Sado, Uryū Ishida

Blue Exorcist

↳ Yukio Okumura, Rin Okumura, Igor Neuhaus, Mephisto Pheles, Shiro Fujimoto, Ryuji Suguro, Renzo Shima,

Blue Period

↳ Ryuji Ayukawa, Haruka Hashida, Yatora Yaguchi, Yotasuke Takahashi,

Buddy Daddies

↳ Kazuki Kurusu, Rei Suwa

Demon Slayer

↳ Tanjiro Komado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Muzan Kibutsuji, Akaza/Hakuji Soyama, Kokushibo/Michikatsu Tsugikuni, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, Tamio Enmu, Doma/, Kaigaku Inadama, Muichiro Tokito, Gyomei Himejima, Kaigaya Ubuyashiki + Amane Ubuyashiki, Giyū Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji + Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tegen Uzui + Hinatsur, Maiko, Suma, Sabito, Yushiro, Inosuke Hashibira, Genya Shinazugawa

Dungeon Meshi/Delicious In Dungeon

↳ Laios, Chilchuck, Shiro, Labru, Asebi/Izutsumi, Kaka,

Fairy Tail

↳ Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser, Natsu Dragneel, Laxus Dreyar, Gajeel Redfox, Jellal Fernandes, Freed Justine, Bickslow, Alzack Connel and Bisca Connel(nèe Mulan), Macao Conbolt, Gildarts Clive, Lyon Vastia, Midnight/Macbeth, Cobra/Erik, Sting Eucliffe, Rouge Cheney, Rufus Lore, Zeref

Food Wars

↳ Soma Yukihira, Satoshi Isshiki, Shun Ibusaki, Akira Hayama, Ryo Kurokiba, Takumi Aldini, Joichiro Yukihira, Kojiro Shinomiya, Hitoshi Sekimori, Hisanao Kageura, Asahi Saiba

Fruits Basket

↳ Kyo Sohma, Yuki Sohma, Hatsaharu Sohma, Shigure Sohma, Momiji Sohma, Hatori Sohma, Ayame Sohma, Kazuma Sohma, Megumi Hanajima,

Haikyuu

↳ Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Ryūnoske Tanaka, Yū Nishinoya, Chikara Ennoshita, Hisashi Kinoshita, Kazuhito Narita, Tobio Kageyama, Shōyō Hinata, Kei Tsukishima, Keishin Ukai, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Tenma Udai, Akiteru Tsukishima, Tetsurō Kuroo, Morisuke Yaku, Taketora Yamamoto, Kenma Kozume, Sō Inuoka, Tōru Oikawa, Takahiro Hanamaki, Hajime Iwaizumi, Shigeru Yahaba, Akira Kunimi, Kentarō Kyōtani, Kaname Moniwa, Takanobu Aone, Kenji Futakuchi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Akinori Konoha, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Eita Semi, Satori Tendō, Tsutomu Goshiki, Kenjirō Shirabu, Yūji Terushima, Suguru Daisho, Kōji Hiroo, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Osamu Miya, Atsumu Miya, Aran Onjiro, Shinsuke Kita, Rintarō Suna, Kōrai Hoshiumi, Sachirō Hirugami

IDOLiSH7

Jujutsu Kaisen

↳ Satoru Gojo, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki, Yuta Okkotsu, Kiyotaka Ijichi, Kento Nanami, Yu Haibara, Suguru Geto, Muta Kōkichi/Mechamaru, Aoi Todo, Takuma Ino, Naoya Zenin, Sukuna, Chōsō, Yoshino Junpei, Fushiguro Toji

Life Lessons with Uramichi-Oniisan

↳ Tobikichi Usahara, Iketeru Daga, Uramichi Omota, Mitsuo Kumatani, Hanbee Kikaku, Hachita Kumatani

Lookism

↳ Park Hyungseok/Daniel, Hong Jaeyeol/Jae, Kang Dagyeom/DG, Jang Hyun/Eli, Lee Jinsung/ Zack, Lee Euntae/Vasco, Jin Hobin/Vin Jin,

March Comes In Like a Lion

↳ Rei Kiriyama

Mashle; Magic and Muscles

↳ Mash Burndead, Dot Barret, Lance Crown, Finn Ames, Abel Walker, Rayne Ames, Orter Mádl,

Mr. Villain’s Day Off

↳ Warumono-san, Akatsuki Red, Yoiyami Black

My Hero Academia

↳ Midoriya Izuku, Bakugo Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, Yagi Toshinori, Aizawa Shota, Yamada Hizashi, Aoyama Yūga, Ida Tenya, Ojiro Mashiro, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Sero Hanta, Tokoyami Fumikage, Kaibara Sen, Kuroiro Shihai, Awase Yosetsu, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Rin Hiryu, Honenuki Jūzō, Monoma Neito, Shinso Hitoshi, Togata Mirio, Shirakumo Oboro, Kamihara Shinya, Amajiki Tamaki, Shindō Yō, Shishikura Seiji, Shishido, Nishiya Shinji, Toyomitsu Taishirō, Takagi Ren, Takami Keigo, Ida Tensei, Sasaki Mirai, Shigaraki Tomura, Todoroki Toya/Dabi, Bubaigawara Jin, Sako Atsuhiro

Naruto (And all the sequels)

↳ Uzumaki Naruto and Hyuga Hinata, Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Itachi, Gaara, Kankuro, Akamichi Choji, Nara Shikamaru and Temari, Hyuga Neji, Sai and Yamanaka Ino, Hatake Kakashi, Uchiha Obito/Tobi, Inuzuka Kiba, Aburame Shino, Rock Lee, Might Guy, Sarutobi Konohamaru, Umino Iruka, Darui, Omoi, Karatachi Yagura, Suigetsu Hōzuki, Orochimaru, Yakushi Kabuto, Deidara, Sasori

No Game No Life

↳ Shiro

One Piece

↳ Monkey D. Luffy, Roronao Zoro, Shanks, Portagas D. Ace, Usopp, Vinsmoke Sanji, Mihawk, Koby, Buggy

One Punch Man

↳ Saitama, Genos

Ouran High School Host Club

↳ Ootori Kyoya, Suoh Tamaki, Fujioka Haruhi, Haninozuka “Honey” Mitsukuni, Morinozuka “Mori” Takashi, Hitachiin Kaoru, Hitachiin Hikaru, Kasanoda Ritsu,

Play It Cool, Guys

↳ Shiki Soma, Shiki Sota, Futami Shun, Mima Takayuki, Ichikura Hayate, Igarashi Motoharu

SpyxFamily

↳ Yor Forger and Loid Forger, Yuri Briar,

Tokyo Ghoul

↳ Kaneki Ken, Suzuya Juuzou, Nagachika Hideyoshi, Kirishima Ayato, Nishio Nishiki

Tokyo Revengers

↳ Hanagaki Takemichi and Tachibana Hinata, Tachibana Naoto, Sano Manjiro, Ryuguji Ken and Sano Emma, Baji Keisuke, Mitsuya Takashi, Kawata Nahoya/Smiley, Kawata Souya/Angry, Sendo Atushi, Yamamoto Takuya, Suzuki Makoto, Yamagishi Kazushi, Hanma Shuji, Matsuno Chifuyu, Hanemiya Kazutora, Kokonoi Hajime, Shiba Hakkai, Shiba Taiju, Kurokawa Izana, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Haitani Ran, Haitani Rindo

The Daily Life of the Immortal King

↳ Wang Ling, Chen Chao, Tang Jingze, Liang Fei

The Devil Is a Part-Timer

↳ Maou Sadao/Satan Jacob, Urushihara Hanzō/Lucifer, Ashiya Shirou,

The Disastrous Life of Saki K

↳ Saki Kusuo, Saki Kusuke, Kaido Shun

Twin Star Exorcist

↳ Enmadou Rokuro, Unomiya Tenma, Yūto Ijika

Yowamushi Pedal

↳ Onoda Sakamichi, Modousuji, Makishima Yusuke, Imaizumi Shunsuke, Shinkai Hayato, Toudou Jinpachi, Tsuji Akihisa, Aoyagi Hajime, Tadokoro Jin, Teshima Junta, Naruko Shoukichi, Manami Sangaku, Kinjou Shingo

Zom 100: Bucket List Of the Dead

↳ Tendō Akira, Ryūzaki Kenichiro/Kencho

𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕤 (𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝)

Alice in Borderland

↳ Shuntaro Chishiya, Ryohei Arisu, Niragi Suguru

Criminal Minds

↳ Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid

OPLA

↳ Monkey D. Luffy, Roronao Zoro, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy

Sweet Home

↳ Cha Hyunsu, Lee Eunhyuk, Jung Jaeheon

Squid Game

↳ Thanos, Song Gi-hun, Hwang In-ho, Kang Sae-byeok

The Imperfects

↳ Juan Ruiz

The Uncanny Counter

↳ So Mun, Ga Motak, Kwon Suho, Shin Hyukwoo

𝔸𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕤

Encanto

↳ Bruno Madrigal, Camillo Madrigal

Ultraman: Rising

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse/ATSV

𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕤/𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤

Avatar 2009/Avatar Way of the Water

↳ Ao’nung, Jake Sully and Neytiri, Neteyam Sully, Lo’ak Sully, Tonowari and Ronal

Avengers

↳ Peter Parker(Tom Holland’s)

Descendants(All of them except Red)

↳ Benjamin Florian and Mal, Carlos Oscar De Vil and Jane, Jay, Harry Hook, Doug and Evie

Narnia(All of them)

↳ Peter Pevensie, Caspian, Edmund Pevensie

Percy Jackson

↳ Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, Leo Valdez, Nico DiAngelo and/or Will Solace, Jason Grace, Ethan Nakamura, Luke Castellan, Travis Stoll, Connor Stoll, Lityerses, Apollo

Kane Chronicles

↳ Anubis, Carter Kane

Magnus Chase

↳ Magnus Chase and/or Alex Fierro, Blitzen, Hearthstone, Loki, Thomas Jefferson Jr

Harry Potter

↳ Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley,

𝕍𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕠 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤

Dangonronpa

Mystic Messenger

Genshin Impact

Love and Deepspace

Obey Me

Stardew Valley

Twisted Wonderland

𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤

Andrew Garfield

Charlie Bushnell

Finlay MacMillan

Iñaki Godoy

Jeff Ward

Milo Manheim

Pearce Joza

Peter Gadiot

Taz Skylar

Tom Holland + Zendaya

𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒 𝟙

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[ladybunny44]

Good afternoon, Bunny. Here's my fifth Takumi request. Takes place when the Aldini twins were still in Tōtsuki. When the president of Takumi's fan club confesses to Takumi for the umpteenth time, Isami steps in on his brother's behalf and explains that Takumi has been engaged to Reader who's from a long line of confectioners ever since they were children. Takumi also confirms with what Isami is saying, adding that Reader is in Germany, studying to be a chocolatier.

🍫 Sweethearts Since the Start 🍝

Pairing : Takumi Aldini x Fem!Reader

Genre : ☁️

Word Count : ~1200

Summary : Takumi Aldini’s charm and talent often attract admirers, but none are more persistent than the president of his fan club. When she confesses to him yet again, Takumi’s twin, Isami, steps in to put an end to the misunderstandings once and for all. He reveals that Takumi has been engaged since childhood to you—a talented aspiring chocolatier currently studying in Germany. Takumi confirms the truth with quiet pride, leaving no doubt about where his heart lies.

TW/CW : None! Pure fluff and wholesome moments.

NOTIFICATIONS ꩜ ₊ ⊹! : Another request, another oneshot served! Enjoy! 📚

『••✎••』

The quiet buzz of Totsuki’s academy grounds was a welcome break after an intense cooking session. Takumi Aldini, as always, carried himself with calm confidence, though he had become adept at dodging a certain brand of attention—the persistent advances of his fan club president.

Today, however, the fan club leader had decided to try again, summoning all her courage to confront him outside the Aldini twins’ dormitory.

“Takumi-kun,” she began, her cheeks flushed as she clutched a small, wrapped box of handmade cookies. “I... I just wanted to tell you again how I feel. I’ve admired you for so long, and I made these for you!”

Takumi sighed inwardly, though his expression remained polite. Before he could respond, Isami, standing beside him, took one look at his brother’s exasperated expression and decided to step in.

“Listen,” Isami began, his tone kind but firm. “I think you’re missing something important here. Takumi’s not available.”

The fan club president blinked, confused. “Not available? What do you mean?”

Isami gave her a knowing smile, crossing his arms. “He’s been engaged since we were kids. His fiancée is from a long line of confectioners.”

Her eyes widened in shock. “Engaged?! Since childhood?!”

Takumi, sensing her disbelief, decided to add his own clarification. “It’s true,” he said, stepping forward. “She’s currently in Germany, studying to become a world-class chocolatier. She’s as passionate about her craft as I am about cooking, and I couldn’t be prouder of her.”

The girl’s grip on the box of cookies tightened as she tried to process what she was hearing. “Oh... I didn’t know.”

Takumi offered her a polite, almost apologetic smile. “I appreciate your feelings, but my heart has always been with her. I hope you understand.”

The fan club president gave a small, shaky nod, mumbling a goodbye before turning and walking away, her shoulders slumped in defeat.

As soon as she disappeared, Isami let out a loud laugh, clapping his brother on the shoulder. “You owe me for saving you from another awkward confession!”

Takumi sighed, shaking his head. “I could’ve handled it myself.”

“Oh, sure,” Isami teased. “By standing there like a statue until she got the hint? You’re welcome, by the way.”

Takumi couldn’t help but chuckle, finally relaxing. “I guess I do owe you. Just don’t expect me to clean up after you in the kitchen tonight.”

Isami grinned. “Fair trade. I’ll handle dinner prep if you promise to finally send that letter to your fiancée. She’s probably waiting to hear about all this.”

Takumi’s expression softened at the thought of you, and he nodded. “Yeah... I’ll write to her tonight.”

⋆⭒˚｡⋆༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

『••✎••』

At Germany

You adjusted the temperature on your chocolatier equipment, focused on perfecting your latest creation. A warm smile spread across your face as you thought about Takumi and the promise you’d made to him all those years ago.

Later that evening, after another long day of perfecting recipes and crafting chocolates, you returned to your small apartment. A neatly addressed envelope caught your eye, sitting atop the stack of mail on the kitchen counter. Your name was written in Takumi’s familiar handwriting, and your heart skipped a beat as you eagerly tore it open.

Inside was a handwritten letter, the kind he always sent, filled with updates, warm words, and his steady affection:

Cara mia,

I hope this letter finds you well. Totsuki keeps me busy as always, but I find myself thinking of you often, wondering how you’re doing with your studies in Germany. Today reminded me how lucky I am to have you. Someone confessed to me again, but Isami stepped in before I even had to explain. He told them everything—about our promise and how proud I am of you. It made me realize I don’t tell you enough just how proud I am. Your passion for your craft inspires me every day. I can’t wait for the day we’re standing in the same kitchen again, creating something sweet together. Until then, know that my heart belongs to you, now and always.

Yours,

Takumi

Tears pricked at your eyes as you read his words, and you clutched the letter close to your chest. Despite the distance, his love felt as warm and comforting as ever.

Smiling, you sat down at your desk, grabbing a pen and paper to write your reply, determined to remind him that the bond between you was as unbreakable as the sweetest chocolate you could ever create.

[imaginebeautifulworlds]

Hi!

You can call me Nia, I'm in my twenties (God, I feel old), and I'm an ENFP (though I haven't taken the test in ages)

I read a lot here as well as books, and my dreams are quite creative, they're honestly what give me inspiration for what I write here.

I thing the main thing I like to write about is Fluff, but I've also like Angst/Comfort. I would like to write Smut but I don't think I would be good at it *chuckles*. Something I don't feel comfortable writing about is Idol!au because I feel like I would be getting to close to their personalities and that's a no for me.

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