#and by food I mean fanfic

[honestlyobsessed]

I'm actually starving.

[selineram3421]

*brain asking for even MORE fluff* Fine.

Alastor X Reader Oneshot

Warnings? ⚠

⚠ hinted love language-acts of service and physical affection, coffee, food mention-coffee desserts, kisses, implied make out ⚠

Coffee ☕

The smell of coffee is one you're all too familiar with.

Alastor is a coffee addict lover, and drinks it every morning. Sometimes he'll have a cup or two after dinner.

You don't have any problems with it, having been surrounded by others in your living life with the same love for coffee.

So you'll buy coffee beans often just for him to enjoy. With the extra, you'll use it in your baking, making sure not to make his treats beyond his sweetness intake.

Tiramisu, crispy coffee cookies, mocha truffle cheesecake, and coffee 'n cream brownies. Alastor helps you with taste testing and thoroughly enjoys your coffee treats. Often kissing you between bites.

"The baker must taste test too~"

You don't mind having the taste off coffee on your lips. It may be a bit bitter but its something you've grown accustomed to with him.

One night you were craving for some coffee.

Alastor was sitting near the lit fireplace with a book in hand, coffee and coffee crisp cookies on the small table nearby.

You had just finished making more of his cookies to take to the hotel so he could enjoy during work when you felt in the mood for some caffeine. Looking over at the man in red, you saw he took a sip of his drink.

"Love.", you called out, walking over to stand before him. "Can I get some coffee?"

Looking up from his book, he gave a happy smile and set the hardcover down on the little table. "Why of course my darling! I'll get you a cup, have a seat-", he went to stand, pushing himself up with the armrests.

"No.", you placed a hand on his chest.

The deer demon was confused but let you push him back into his seat.

"I don't want a cup.", you said as you went to straddle his lap. "I want my coffee.", you cupped his chin and lifted his head up to meet your gaze.

Now Alastor was a man hard to fluster, but somehow you manage to make his cheeks redden.

"And where is your coffee?", he asked after taking a noticeable gulp.

You smiled and leaned in closer.

"Why, it's you hun.", you slid the hand on his chest up until you held his face with both of your hands. "Can I get some coffee?"

Moving his hands off the armrests, he held you close and nodded.

"Yes."

Starting off with a gentle kiss, you lean more onto him until you're chest to chest as you wrap your arms around his neck, getting a taste of the coffee not long after a few more kisses.

"Je serai ton café.", he said breathlessly against your lips. (I'll gladly be your coffee.)

Maybe you were a coffee addict now.

I had coffee. Also let me know if my translation is wrong.

~Seline, the person.

Taglist@

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ML for Alastor🎙

[thedrotter]

cw blood & mild eye strain

local 8 year old child HITS you with a PIPE (on purpose) do you forgive him🥺

inspired by twt post by @/vonasterrors (see in read more)

[ssaseaprince]

I want to just rewatch this movie over and over again, but the amount of fanfiction between my ship is so minimal that it's putting me off from rewatching it

[peachdues]

please give us a crumb of part 2?

Oh boy.

How about I give y'all some general things that you will see?

There are going to be two confrontations between Kyojuro and Y/N, and one small one between Kyojuro and Shinobu (and Shinobu gets downright vicious). Tengen (in his brief appearance) is going to be the omnipotent god every story needs. Y/N is going to tap-dance all over Kyojuro's buttons because she's had it.

There will be more insight into why Kyo is so angry/angsty, but he's still gonna get dragged. He will also grovel.

And we'll see how much Kyojuro likes to eat.

[factorialsotherfandoms]

(prompt from @cubitodragon - Chayanne cooking for the new eggs for the first time Picked this one because its utterly adorable)

An egg cracks over a frying pan, the yolk spilling onto the metal. No sooner is it there than the patter of tiny feet dashing across the floor can be heard, pausing onto to jump up to the door of the fridge and tug it open. A great many pots bubble and boil away, and the oven fan whirs, and the tiny feet patter back to the counter, and up onto a stool, and hands just as little as the feet pick up a whisk and begin to beat a mixture together.

There's a giggle from the side of the room, suppressed but still audible as the chef's father laughs into his hand.

"Do you need any help, Chayanne?"

The little cook pauses, carefully setting down the mixing bowl and checking on the stove before bonking down a sign.

'No,' the first one reads. Another is quickly placed atop asking 'how long until they arrive?'

"The party starts in fifteen minutes, but knowing Toby it'll be at least half an hour before him and Sunny are there. We can be a little late if you need more time."

Chayanne pauses, looking hard at the oven. After a few seconds he bounces up and down, scrambling back to his pots and pans and bowls.

"Are you /sure/ you don't need help, king?"

A sword is thrust in his dad's direction. He laughs again, with an "okay, okay, I'll leave you be", and that's the end of those questions.

He still stays, watching. Chayanne remains in the kitchen, built just for him, running back and forth and balancing things everywhere. Eggs are fried and pancakes are flipped, the cupcakes in the oven are pulled out and have lemon drizzle poured over them, and the rice is kept warm even as the little chef adds the flavouring.

Soon enough everything is packed up into neat, insulated boxes. With his father's help Chayanne carries them out to the party garden, where parents and eggs alike run around. Pepito hides under the table, Em doing her very best to lure Pepito out. Radio Egg stand on the stage, the trio already playing music under the watchful eye of Forever, while Dapper sneaks around placing pranks. Ramon is helping him by distracting the other parents, showing off a new creation of their own.

Sunny and Tubbo are, of course, running late.

Chayanne starts plating up the food for everyone, while his dad makes his way to the bell. On Chayanne's command he rings it, with a call of "oi everyone, grub's up!"

The garden shifts from music to the thunderous patter of fifteen tiny feet, all running for the table. Chayanne, already in place, wriggles as he gets himself comfortable.

Just as the group are settling down and starting to help themselves, Tubbo and Sunny arrive - by train, of course. They both hop down and come over, Sunny examining the food carefully before selecting any.

Everyone tucks in, and Chayanne watches their reactions carefully. Seeing Pepito, Sunny, and Em perk up he also does, some of the anxiety lifted as he eats his own food. The meal is surrounded by the chatter of parents and the bonks of signs being placed where ever they will fit.

Chayanne has made many options of dishes, desperate to satisfy everyone - and seems to have succeeded. He looks to his dad, and earns a grin for it.

"Good job, Chayanne," his dad whispers to him.

Chayanne's feet wriggle happily at the praise, even as Richarlyson decides to throw a honeycake and start the possibly inevitable food fight.

[hollywoodsargeant]

mental illness?? overdue for bullet lobotomy?? loscar secret omega fic that i wrote in a furious 4-day haze?? please read and enjoy!

[tragedykery]

​getting tired of the amount of elaboration on fire nation citizens/culture in comparison to the other nations (especially the water tribes and air nomads) tbh.

[hanzajesthanza]

geralt: hey dandelion. do you want some of this [offers kebab]

dandelion: no thanks, i’m not hungry. . .

geralt:

geralt: . . . tellico! 😠 stop pretending to be dandelion! change back into biberveldt 😑

dudu: . . . [sighs] fine 🙄 [turns back into dainty]

geralt: so. . . if you’re here, then where the hell is dandelion?!

dudu: don’t get your knickers in a twist, witcher. he’s off seducing that pretty blonde from the market stall.

geralt: . . . sure. but why, then—

dudu: he didn’t want you to be lonely when he was away, so he asked me to step in for a bit. [turns back into dandelion] and i was doing a pretty bang-up job too! 😌

geralt: . . . 🥺

[star-crossed-shipper]

WAIT GUYS i just thought of something. So, we know how crowley is a demon and demons don’t receive forgiveness or something according to him. Now, this is just a theory. (A GAME THE- no it’s too easy)

season 2 spoilers under the cut

but let’s take that thought a step further. let’s say a demon is explicitly forgiven by god or someone with high enough status to have strong angelic power. what would happen? do they regain angel status? i’m not sure. but what if that’s what happens?

what if when aziraphale, newly assigned head archangel of heaven, forgiving crowley in ep6 means that he was restoring his angel status, either consciously or unintentionally? what if crowley’s “don’t bother” was a rejection of that status - and does it mean he actually rejected it or is he technically an angel now?

imagine the implications of this theory - if az did it intentionally it might be so that he can keep an eye on crowley from up in heaven and know he’s ok. crowley might discover he’s an angel again in his next correspondence with hell or something where he’s not prepared to receive that information and imagine how conflicted he would be (az probably did it out of care but i am so fucking furious i don’t wanna be a fucking angel) and it could even be a plot obstacle somehow. and if az did it unintentionally all the more angst because later he discovers that his status comes with such power and isn’t sure how to fix it since he knows crowley would be furious but is guilty to think he’s a little happy about it, etc.

idk i just think that would be a neat idea

[girlscience]

I hate finding a fandom that likes to take a slightly emotional character and makes them cry and have panic attacks constantly in every fic. Least favorite fandom trope ever

[roslynwrites]

Chapter Sixteen: The Fool

Zuko continued sitting very still long after Healer Shoshu left, fingers tight on the bridge of his nose. Katara shifted under the bed sheets, resisting the urge to throw them off in the growing temperature. After the storm, the heat was on the rise again. Katara suspected it would rise and rise until it became as unbearable as before, muggier and heavier with each passing day until it broke with more rain or a storm.

A repeated pattern over Fire Nation summers.

Katara opened her mouth and closed it again several times, but nothing came out.

She had no idea what to say.

Read on A03🔞

[factorialsfandoms]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Food Fantasy (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liúshuǐ Sùmiàn | Nagashi Somen & Shuǐ Xìnxuán Bǐng | Raindrop Cake (Food Fantasy) Characters: Liúshuǐ Sùmiàn | Nagashi Somen (Food Fantasy), Shuǐ Xìnxuán Bǐng | Raindrop Cake (Food Fantasy), Bonito Rice's Cats Additional Tags: can be pre-slash if you want it to be, acquired disability, brief appearances by bonito rice and sakuramochi, mentions of some of the others in their group, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Reunions Summary:

With all the years that have passed, the village looks worse, now. It is too early in the year for the trees to be blossoming yet, their skeletal shadows looming over the ruins. Very little remains standing, though some of it bears the scars of an attempted repair. The graves for the people lay beside their homes, and it is all Nagashi Somen can do to shudder.

He walks deeper in to the ruined village, stepping carefully over the evidence of rot and decay. Long ago he knew these route, and he knows them still; it is not far to his former Master’s home.

The door is barred, the windows too. Some of the wood has been smashed through, and when Nagashi Somen peers through the window he can see that nothing of value remains. Not even the remains of an umbrella.

He never should have come here.

[princeoftenderness]

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[poeticeclipse]

@allvalley100 Spice

"Need any help?" "I can cook, LaRusso." He wants to ask since when. The extent of effort he's ever seen from him is questionable deli meat. Yeah he's seen the spices lining the stove, but he always assumed they were there when he moved in. "What are you making?" "Jambalaya." "Vegetarian?" Johnny shoots him a disgusted look. "Don't recall you buying any meat so... "Had some on hand." "Within expiration date?" "It doesn't go bad." "All meat goes bad." He takes a seat. "Quit your whining and eat." Daniel pauses with a mouthful. "Im sorry, are there slimjims in this?"

[sixteen-stars]

Me, writing: Here we go, time to get to the smut- No! These characters have had alcohol! They need to drink some water and go to sleep! Then have a cute morning where they make breakfast together, then they can have sex

And this is how a oneshot turns into a three chapter fic