#dulce baker

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oc references!

their names will be in the tags :)

[squidyyy23]

gallacrafts: big fic energy 🎂

okay, so i actually had a non-baking idea for this month's @gallacrafts at first but then @auds-and-evens jogged my memory about the M8TE cake! and how could i resist bringing the best pal lyle's cake to life???

so, congratulations to mickey's now-plundered hole, congratulations to M8TE's celebratory milestone, and congratulations to the wildly genius, out-of-this-world amazing, cherished soul that is @gallawitchxx for creating it all!

The candles flicker yellow and gold like Ian’s rut-aroused stare, which Mickey can still see as clearly in his mind’s eye as the sheet cake in front of him. Blue icing reads, Congrats! You got fucked! "To Mickey,” Lyle announces, dressed in head to toe leather and holding up a bulbous stemmed glass, scarlet wine sloshing about, “who finally let someone get their dick wet”—he pauses, really playing up the emotions—“inside of his tight, previously unplundered hole." -- M8TE by @gallawitchxx

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✨...Mundo Oscuro...✨

[fluentmoviequoter]

Tastes of Home and Cake

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!baker!reader

Summary: You own a popular bakery frequented by celebrities, but when the Mid-Wilshire police station hires you for a luncheon, you go out of your way to make cakes, cupcakes, and favourites to make the day special.

Warnings: fluff, Tim bring grumpy toward everyone except his wife who makes him a softie

Word Count: 2.0k+ words

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“The cast of Rings of Power will be here at 10:00 tomorrow instead of 10:15, is that okay?” your assistant, Kasey, asks.

“Of course,” you respond as you spin a tart pan to remove an air bubble from the filling. “Did you hear back from the Scuderia Ferrari people?”

“Oh, yes. I fit Charles and Lewis in for a lunch and tasting five days before the Las Vegas Grand Prix in November of next year.”

“Perfect!”

You pass the tart to one of your bakery sous chefs before you follow Kasey out of the kitchen. The small dining area of your bakery is full, and the door has been closed and locked to give your clients a private meal.

“Good afternoon,” you greet after removing your apron and straightening your outfit. “It’s a pleasure you have you here, and I hope you enjoy everything.”

After several minutes of speaking to your customers and promising to fit them into your booked schedule when they finish filming in several months, you return to Kasey’s side.

“How do you keep your cool talking to celebrities every day?” she inquires. “I talk to their agents on the phone and get a little starstruck.”

“Well, he’s one of the nicest people on the planet,” you point out, referring to Pedro Pascal sitting behind you. “And, at the end of the day, they’re still people. Well-known and sometimes really mean, but they’re customers, just like the small population of Los Angeles that we serve for a few hours every morning.”

“Speaking of that, I need to get back to the people in the LA Times about the feature they want to do on the bakery. Do you want to do it?”

You stop by a tray of cookies and sigh. “I don’t know. Part of me says yes, but then the side that isn’t caught up in the business wonders if it’s worth it to get longer lines and higher wait times.”

“Did you talk to your super-secret boyfriend about it?”

“I did. He wasn’t much help, basically said to do what I thought was right. Just… tell them not right now. If they take that as a no, that’s fine.”

Kasey nods and jots a note in her always-present journal before she notices the whiteboard where you make plans for tastings and events.

“Is all of that for the LAPD luncheon you’re catering?” she inquires, wide-eyed at the quantity and quality of items. “You know they’re paying a flat rate, right?”

“Kasey, I’m going to tell you a secret,” you reply as you slip your apron over your head. “My ‘super-secret boyfriend’ that you constantly ask about… He’s a cop. And my husband.”

“That explains the Madagascan vanilla shortbread cookies,” she mumbles. “Wait, can I meet him?”

“Me first!” one of your regular celebrities yells from the dining area.

You roll your eyes in amusement and then begin working on the croissants for the sandwiches and the dulce de leche cake for Mid-Wilshire’s annual officer appreciation party.

“This is Officer Thorsen,” Kasey introduces as you exit your car at the police station.

“Aaron,” you greet, welcoming his hug.

“Please tell me the department sprung for my favourite,” he replies.

“I might have thrown in a few goodies.”

“You are the best. I was honestly surprised when I heard they’d chosen your bakery.”

You shake your head at Kasey to remind her not to say anything. To her surprise, they didn’t contract with you because your husband works here, just because of your reputation in Los Angeles. The people working in this station don’t even know you have a relationship with one of their own, so your expanded menu should appear to be a nice surprise, showing your appreciation for the brave men and women who keep you and your city safe.

“This is my watch commander, Wade Grey,” Aaron introduces.

“Nice to meet you,” you offer as you shake his hand.

“You, too. My wife has been wanting to visit your bakery, but we never seem to make it in time,” he replies.

“I’ve got some extras packed away in the van if you’d like to take her something. It’s the least I can do.”

“Baker to the stars… how do you like dealing with so many high profile people every day?”

“Most of them are great, just looking for a place to eat some carbs without the paparazzi. There are a few that I try not to have availability for, of course, but it’s the baking that I really love. My assistant handles most of the people side of things.”

“Well, we can’t thank you, and Kasey, of course, enough for fitting us into your schedule. We’ve been looking forward to it for a while.”

“Of course. I hope you don’t mind but I did throw in some free treats, just my way of saying thank you.”

“That’s incredibly kind of you. Let me know if you need any help setting up or finding anything.”

“Thank you, Sergeant Grey.”

After he returns to his duties, you try to let Aaron return to work, but he insists on helping you set up. Thirty minutes later, the bullpen has been turned into a space of food, appreciation, and more cakes and cupcakes than you remember making.

“I thought you said a few freebies?” Aaron murmurs. “Did you leave anything in the bakery?”

“I hope so. Ryan Reynolds will be a little disappointed if I didn’t,” you respond lightly. “I think I’m done here. Thanks for your help, Aaron.”

“Of course- I’m sorry, Ryan Reynolds?”

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

Someone gasps, and a moment later, Officer Chen runs up to Aaron’s side and smiles as she says your name.

“I watched the Food Network special on your bakery,” she exclaims. “I’ve never been more excited to eat in my life.”

“I hope you enjoy it,” you reply. “Thank you for all you do.”

“You might want to get food now, Lucy. It looks like a lot but it won’t last forever,” Aaron suggests.

“Precisely my plan,” Wade agrees as he exits his office. “It looks great.”

Standing back, you watch officers come in, chat with one another, and get plates of food and treats.

“That’s a lot of cake,” someone says behind you.

“It’s like you’re trying to set up the joke, Tim,” you respond without turning.

His fingers dance across your back before he moves to stand beside you.

“Too much?” you ask.

“No. I for one appreciate it. I’m glad my getting shot at equals roughly that much cake.”

You lean sideways to hit Tim with your shoulder, and he smiles as he rights himself. He moves away from you when he sees several officers walking toward you with cake and cookies on their plates.

“This is by far the most delicious cake I’ve ever had,” one says. “My mother-in-law is throwing me and my husband an anniversary party and if I have this cake, I’ll actually go.”

“She’s booked through spring of 2027,” Tim interjects. “So, unless you want to get on the waiting list for a tenth anniversary cake, it’s not gonna happen. Tell Mrs. Evers you can’t make it.”

“2027?” the woman beside her muses. “Good for you.”

“Thank you,” you answer. “You all have much more important jobs than me, though. Maybe my assistant can fit you in, so you don’t have to miss your own party.”

“See, Timothy? That’s what being nice gets you,” Angela taunts.

“Well, he’s actually the reason I even brought that cake,” you point out.

Angela cocks her head slightly, her fork halfway between her plate and her mouth as she looks from Tim back to you. The woman beside her, who you assume is Nyla Harper based on Tim’s detailed stories, watches you with similar interest.

“It’s not even my favourite,” Tim grumbles.

“Don’t start with me, Bradford.”

“You made me taste test a bunch of stuff last weekend and I told you it’s good but not Malibu Rum cake good. There is no Malibu Rum cake.”

“Tim, she brought way more than we expected,” Lucy says as she joins your small circle. “Be nice.”

Tim sees your smile and rolls his eyes. Kasey walks by, on the phone with assumably another agent, and passes you three small boxes.

“For you,” you tell Tim. “Though I’m not sure you deserve it now.”

He sees your writing on the corner above the clear plastic top, Malibu Rum <3, and tugs your belt loop to reach a plastic fork on the table behind you.

“Officer Chen, this is for you,” you say, passing her a box. “And this one is for Aaron, who-“

“I’m here. Don’t give it away,” Aaron says, seeming to appear out of nowhere to take the box of his favourite cake with a new cookie.

“Maybe I should get on your waiting list,” Angela muses as she finishes her slice of cake.

“You can jump the line,” you promise.

“What do I do to get Bradford’s taste testing position?” Nyla inquires. “Because if everything you make is a quarter as good as that Pumpkin Maple Biscotti cupcake was, I’ll do anything.”

“I think that privilege is limited to marriage,” you explain with a frown. “But next time I make an entire test batch, I’ll bring some by.”

Sergeant Grey stops behind the three silent women standing before you. They watch you, ignoring Tim as he enjoys his cake.

“So…” Angela begins before shaking her head.

“You bake for celebrities, and you’re married to Tim Bradford?” Lucy inquires.

“You turned down my proposals for him?” Aaron interjects, his brows furrowed together as he returns with a croissant sandwich (after his cake, you notice and make a mental note to tell his mom to watch his reaction).

“One, you proposed just because you like the way a caramel apple souffle tasted, and two, I was already married to Tim,” you reply. “Which seems to be very surprising for some reason.”

“Why didn’t you tell me when I said I wanted to hire her for this?” Wade asks Tim.

Tim shrugs and says, “I didn’t think she’d work you in regardless. Kasey and I told her to charge double.”

“Hypothetically,” Nyla begins, “if I invite you over for dinner and ask for your help, would you cook like this?”

“She wouldn’t help,” Tim answers. You elbow him gently and say, “Of course. It’s the only way I can cook, I think. I prefer baking though.”

“I have so many questions,” Angela murmurs.

“Me too,” Lucy agrees. “Like where’s the farthest place someone has come from to eat at your bakery? Are you allowed to say names?”

“Most of the time I can, after they’ve left, of course. And I think Chris Hemsworth coming from Australia was the farthest.”

“I can’t believe we didn’t know Tim was married,” Nyla points out.

“Yeah, yeah, you can ask questions later,” Tim interrupts.

“We can?” Lucy asks excitedly.

“You can ask, didn’t say I’d answer.”

Tim takes your hand and pulls you away from them, but you wave over your shoulder and thank them once more before you’re in the privacy of a hallway.

“I could fit Angela in,” you tell him.

“Don’t really care,” he admits – honest and blunt as ever – before he kisses you.

“You taste like cake,” you whisper as you pull back.

“What time will you be home tonight?”

“Probably before you. I’ve got an appointment at three and then I’m done. You?”

“Around six. I’ll bring dinner?”

“You’ve got a deal, Mr. Bradford.”

“And you want me to give Angela and Lucy your number,” he guesses, squeezing your waist playfully.

“Smart and handsome! Yes, please, oh and Nyla and Wade. I need to make sure his wife gets to come in, apparently she’s been trying.”

“Isn’t this Kasey’s job?”

“Kasey is mad that I didn’t tell her I was married, and you have to see them all the time. Be nice and help me out and I’ll bring more of the rum cake home.”

Tim kisses you once more before you leave the station to prepare for your next celebrity visit. His subsequent interrogation at the station makes him more eager to get home to you. When he finally walks in with your favourite takeout, welcomed by the smell of brown sugar and butter, Tim knows he’s home.

[adrienneleclerc]

First Date

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina Single Mom! Reader

Summary: Charles decides to take Y/N and Vidia out for dinner to celebrate his podium in the Canadian Grand Prix

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: so @barcelonaloverf1life commented say that they wanted more parts to “meet and greet” so I was thinking of writing a collection of one-shots that fit in the fanfic universe of Charles dating a single mom if you’re interested

Vidia and Y/N we’re in the hospitality waiting for Charles outside his driver’s room. He came out wearing jeans and a button down shirt.

“Oh, do I look okay for wherever you’re taking us?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, you look great. And so do you Vidia, can’t forget about the little princess. We could just go to a diner.” Charles suggested

“Don’t you have a diet to stick to?” Y/N asked

“They have salads there.” Charles said.

“But you NEED to try a milkshake.” Vidia said, tugging on Charles pants.

“I most certainly will try a vanilla milkshake.” Charles told vidia. They walked to the car that Charles rented. “Now I’m glad I rented a 4 person car.”

“Quick question, are you sure your team principal will be okay with you going out tonight?” Y/N asked.

“As long I make it on time for practice 3 and qualifying tomorrow, I’m sure everything will be fine.” Charles said. He unlocked the door, opening the back door to help Vidia get in, closed it, and opening the passenger door for Y/N to get it.

“Always the gentleman.” Y/N commented and Charles smiled, closing the passenger door and walking around to get to the driver’s side. “Where are we going?”

“NDG Lucheonette, been a few times before, I like the food.” Charles commented. Y/N texted her dad saying that her and vidia were going out to eat, Vidia took a nap on the car, 45 minutes later, they made it to the diner. Charles opened the door for Y/N and she went to wake up Vidia.

“Princesa, we’re here, let’s go.” Y/N said and Vidia nodded, unbuckling her seatbelt and getting out of the car. Y/N held her hand as they entered the diner.

“Hello, table for three please.” Charles said and the hostess led them to their table. “So, Y/N, what do you do?”

“Oh I’m a baker.” Y/N said.

“Mami owns a bakery.” Vidia said.

“Really? How’s it like?” Charles asks

“You have to wake up early in order to bake, we provide pan dulce too, you know, like bread to eat with your coffee or hot chocolate.” Y/N explains.

“Conchas with hot chocolate is the best.” Vidia said “Mami has a lot of customers, she makes birthday cakes too.”

“Oh wow, you are a very accomplished baker indeed.” Charles said.

“I’m the best in my city.” Y/N said,

“I should stop by your bakery whenever I’m in New York.” Charles said.

“That would be great.” Y/N said, the waitress came and took their orders.

“And you vidia, what do you do?” Charles asked. Y/N loves that Charles is also engaging with her daughter.

“I’m in school, I watch tv, color, play with friends.” Vidia started.

“And when we get back to New York, you have to start the reading list the school gave you.” Y/N said.

“I Don’t like school.” Vidia grumbled and Charles laughed lightly.

“I didn’t like school either, but reading makes you smart like Matilda.” Charles said.

“Who’s Matilda?” Vidia asked and Charles looked at Y/N shocked,

“Yeah, she hasn’t seen the movie yet.” Y/N commented.

“Matilda is a little girl who reads a lot of books, is very smart, and gains the power to move things with her mind.” Charles explained and Vidia’s eyes widened.

“I want to move things with my mind!” Vidia exclaimed.

“Then I guess you need to read when we’re back home.” Y/N said. The milkshakes came first and then the food. The date went well, they were talking, Charles paid, but unbeknownst to everyone, there were F1 fans at the diner who recorded them together. They got into the car.

“I had a great time.” Charles said.

“Me too. By the way, congratulations on Monaco, can’t believe I haven’t said anything about it.” Y/N said.

“Thank you, you saw the race?” Charles asked.

“Of course.” Y/N said.

“Mami was crying.” Vidia commented.

“Did you really?” Charles asked.

“It was your first home race win, of course I was going to cry, all of Ferrari cried.” Y/N said.

“Well thank you, where’s your hotel?” Charles asked.

“I’ll just type it in,” Y/N said and she did just that. The drive was kinda quiet, just Charles’s playlist in the background until he made it to the front of her hotel.

“I hope it’s not too forward of me to ask for your number.” Charles said.

“Well you met my daughter and took us out on a date, asking for my number is definitely not too forward.” Y/N said, Charles unlocked his phone so Y/N could type in her number.

“Thank you, I’ll see you two tomorrow, call me in the morning so I can give you paddock passes.” Charles said.

“I will hold you to it. Vidia, mi amor, let’s go, we’re here.” Y/N said, getting out of the car while Vidia stirs awake. Y/N carried Vidia out of the car. “Text me, Charles, don’t make me regret giving you my number,”

“You won’t regret it, I swear.” Charles said, Y/N carries Vidia to the hotel room and her dad is awake watching TV.

“Como les fue?” Y/N’s dad asked. How’d it go

“Nos fue bien, Vidia está muy cansada la pobre.” Y/N said, laying vidia down in the bed. It went well, vidia is really tired, poor thing

“Me trajeron algo?” Did you bring me anything?

“No papi, lo siento.” Y/N said. She felt her phone vibrate and it was a text. Sorry

Unknown number: Hello Y/N, it’s Charles, hope you and Vidia have a good night.

Y/N smiles at her phone and replied back to him.

Y/N: Hello Charles, we hope you have a good night too. You need to be well rested if you’re going to be in pole again

Both Charles and Y/N went to sleep knowing that there might be a new relationship brewing.

The End

Hope y’all liked it, I’m sorry if it seems a little rushed

[weirdo09]

algo tan dulce como tu

a prowler! miles x baker! reader oneshot

requested by anonymous

y/n decided to make a special treat for miles since he’d be home late anyways. they’d gotten a few pointers from rio on miles’ favorite dessert, tres leches. this would be their first time attempting something like this but they were confident they’d get it right, rio had sent them a copy of her recipe so they were positive.

the ingredients were easy to find since they were everywhere. once y/n started preparing, they were certain they were forgetting something but couldn’t remember what. ‘probably just my gut playing tricks on me.’ y/n thought as they began cracking 5 eggs. little did they know, they forgot the most important thing specifically written on the recipe.

as the cake was cooking, y/n thought to take a little break. they decided to watch their favorite telenovela and chill on the couch. y/n changed into some more comfortable clothes and got the party started. after about 30 minutes or so, they decided to take the cake out and let it sit. after even more waiting, y/n got the cake ready as they heard keys jingling, a sign that miles was already back. ‘damn, how much time went by?’ y/n thought, putting on some finishing touches.

“hey, mami, estas haciendo?” miles asked, placing kisses on y/n’s cheeks. they smiled, “it’s a surprise.” y/n said, miles frowned. “really, ma?” miles said, wrapping a arm around their waist. “yes, now go take a shower, you smell.” y/n said, shooing miles away. “ok, ok!” miles exclaimed, leaving the kitchen. y/n chuckled, admiring their handiwork.

“ok, now you have to tell me what you made.” miles insisted, y/n scoffed playfully. “yeah? why don’t you try it and tell me what you think it is, papi.” y/n said playfully, offering miles a piece of tres leches. miles stood there stiff for a minute before rolling his eyes, he got a fork and dug in. “so, do you like it?” y/n asked, dragging out the o in so. miles keep chewing, it tasted ok but it could’ve been better. besides, one little lie couldn’t hurt them, right?

“this is delicious, mami, gracias.” miles said, stealing a kiss off y/n’s lips. “you don’t like it, do you?” y/n said, suspicious. ‘damn, i forgot she could read me like a book.’ mikes cursed at himself. “no, no, baby, i do serious.” he said quickly, getting a second piece. “miles…” y/n said, miles gulped. unknowingly, y/n shed a few tears. miles frowned deeply.

‘damn it, damn it.’ he thought on repeat. “hey, mami, esta bien me gusto mucho!” miles tried to comfort them by squeezing them. y/n wetly laughed, “i don’t even know why i’m crying,” y/n confessed under a whisper, “you must think i’m pretty pathetic.” y/n whispered in miles’ neck. miles got an idea, he picked y/n up by the legs and waddled over to the couch.

“no more moping, ‘k, ma?” miles said, y/n sighed. “i wanna hear you say it.” miles said, staring into their eyes. “ok, ok, i’ll stop moping.” y/n said stubbornly. miles smiled softly, “good, now you wanna cuddle?” he asked, y/n nodded their head.

turns out the surprise was bad but it was made up with a cuddle session.

translations -

estas haciendo? - what are you making?

gracias - thank you

mami - mommy

tres leches - sponge cake soaked in three types of milks

algo tan dulce como tu - something as sweet as you

hope you enjoyed it!

[matchalovertrait]

A new friend! Dulce finds Dani to be a little immature, but she's intrigued by her and knows she only has good intentions.

Transcript under the cut.

Dani: Dulce.. as in Dulce Alegría??

Dulce: That’s me! YouTuber, influencer, former Diced Junior contestant, former Postres de Alegria baker, former sauté chef at Laurent’s, and current freelance chef.

Daniela: [Gasps] I’m amazing- I mean you’re amazing- ah, I’m tripping over my words in front of you. I should stop talking and stop bothering you-

Dulce: Whoa, whoa, whoa. I realize my greatness but that doesn’t mean I think everyone else is a mere peasant. It’s fine, I don’t bite.

Daniela: ... *Too stunned to speak

Dulce: It’s true, ask my friends- Well, you can’t really because they’re all back in Tartosa...

Daniela: Um, well if you want we could hang out sometime? I know what it’s like being in a new place. But only if you want to hang out! No pressure or anything.

Dulce: I like that idea! When are you free?

Daniela: It’s a little hard to tell sometimes with my schedule. I’m a paralegal.

Dulce: Oh, how is that like? It sounds difficult.

Daniela: It’s not easy, that’s for sure. It’s fulfilling for me, though. I used to be a teacher before I realized it wasn’t my calling. It left me drained every day.

Dulce: I understand. You have to do what you feel passionate about. That’s why I don’t want to run my own restaurant. Too much stress that reminds me of certain things from my childhood.. maybe it’s trauma, but that’s a story for another day.

Dulce: Ooo, got a little deep there for a second.

Dulce: Anyway, let’s exchange numbers so we can hang out soon.

Daniela: Okay!

[leclerc-s]

the blonde bitch always with them

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arthur leclerc how do i kick someone out of my apartment nicely?

arthur leclerc asking for a friend..

max jones-verstappen you don't... just own it.

daphne jones-ricciardo coming from the man who is cuddling my husband you have no say.

zoya torres LMAOOOO!!! SUCKS TO SUCK LECLERC!!!!

arthur leclerc SHUT UP ZOYA! THIS IS NONE OF YOUR CONCERN!

dulce perez he's going through a break-up arthur. leave him alone.

dulce perez HE ALSO LIVES WITH US!!

ollie bearman that's a dick move arthur.

arthur leclerc he's been going through break-ups ever two days. he's literally just watching grey's anatomy.

isabella perez to be fair, that's a very valid reason.

oscar piastri you cried yesterday when you find out that daphne did a mashup of is it over now? and out of the woods.

bailey winters also very valid

dulce perez louis said, 'how am i supposed to move on after mark and lexie's death? i am in pain and also suffering arthur!"

daphne jones-ricciardo that is a very valid excuse arthur. leave the boy alone arthur.

arthur leclerc why can't my third wheel be like joris? why do i have to get stuck with the blonde guy?

pato o'ward not everyone can have a joris arthur. sucks for you.

arthur leclerc i hope isa crashes your next date patricio. gael perez now why would you wish that on me?

fernando alonso pobrecito.

arthur leclerc SEB! HE'S BEING MEAN!

fernando alonso snitch.

sebastian vettel fernando be nice to the poor boy. can't you see he's suffering?

arthur leclerc all of you are fake. so fake.

dulce perez wow. some men just have the audacity.

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dulceperez baking is a task that is taking very seriously in the perez-leclerc-graham household

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olivia.johnson this basically confirms it to me that louis is dulce and arthur's child

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↳ louis_graham they feed me, i live with them, i go to races with them. i am their child.

↳ arthur_leclerc you live with us and not because it was my choice.

↳ louis_graham BECAUSE I LIVED THERE FIRST LECLERC! YOU MOVED INTO OUR APARTMENT BITCH!

marcus_42 love how neither one of you is making the same thing

↳ dulceperez everyone had different cravings...

babs.rodriguez hey siri, what do i do when my friends have once again forgotten my existance?

↳ dulceperez you said, 'you don't want me baking. it'll be worse than charles' poor excuse of a dish when he attempts to cook.'

↳ arthur_leclerc then you said, 'i'll eat whatever you people make. except for arthur's. i don't trust a leclerc, except mama leclerc, when it comes to food.'

↳ louis_graham and you proceeded to judge us as if you were gordon ramsay.

↳ charles_leclerc catching strays from the strays dulce brought in 🙄

isabellaperez no invite?

↳ dulceperez you were hanging out with your boyfriend and your 'sons'

↳ olliebearman no invite?

↳ oscarpiastri no invite?

↳ dulceperez and watch you two flirt with arthur? please, i already have louis to do that.

schecoperez el apartamento esta bien? no lo quemaron? is the apartment okay? you didn't burn it down?

↳ dulceperez todo bien tio! arthur tuvo supervisión! all good uncle! arthur had supervision.

↳ arthur_leclerc charles lacks talent in the kitchen. i am a decent baker.

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😴❤️ some get me away from these two. i live with this now i have to deal with this shit in public? about to beat all these bitches during game night.

dulce perez never trust a word arthur leclerc says.

isabella perez in the words of the great kendrick lamar, 'you a bitch and a liar too'

gael perez it's habitual liar isa.

isabella perez no fucking way i've been singing that part wrong.

arthur leclerc that picture is false! i don't like that man. can't stand his fake ass.

daphne jones-ricciardo lying is not good arthur.

ollie bearman caught them cuddling after game night on saturday.

fernando alonso i caught them cuddling after bahrain.

lewis hamilton could've fooled me if you asked me if they were dating.

max jones-verstappen toto circa 2014 about nico and lewis. rhys jones gp circa 2018 about daniel and max

oscar piastri arthur's in love and not with dulce.

arthur leclerc i can't stand you either.

logan sargeant now that's a lie. you were literally asking him for a kiss on new year's.

bailey winters mr. steal you boy over here.

arthur leclerc LIARS! ALL OF YOU LIARS!!

dulce perez admit you like him!

arthur leclerc lying is not good!

carlos sainz cuando le conviene (when it's convenient)

penelope trevino when you stop ditching me for lando then you can talk.

carlos sainz I SAID SORRY!! bailey winters and why is that we're still getting ditched?

sebastian vettel boys..we talked about this.

lando norris we're trying really hard seb.

dulce perez AS I WAS SAYING!!! NEVER TRUST A WORD ARTHUR LECLERC SAYS!! HE'S A BIG FAT LIAR!!

dulce perez he ditched me this morning to get breakfast with louis.

pato o'ward no mames wey.

arthur leclerc i left to get breakfast and louis followed me.

gael perez wow. i'm telling tio checo.

arthur leclerc DO NOT SNITCH ME OUT! I DIDN'T COMMIT ANY CRIMES!!

isabella perez snitch him out!! through him in the slammer!!

arthur leclerc if i die just know it was their fault.

charles leclerc you deserve it for what you did earlier.

natalia ruiz but did they lie?

charles leclerc 🙄 🙄 🙄

daniel jones-ricciardo i hope you enjoy the couch buddy.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! no one act surprised that i disappeared for two days and came back to post this randomly. i have no posting schedule and even if i did i probably wouldn't be able to stick to it.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[yawnderu]

>Commission for the lovely @alypink ! Muchas gracias, princesa. 💗💗

“Mi amor?” Aly called out, her voice ringing from the kitchen, getting Price's attention instantly despite the way Lily is chatting his ear off. His gaze momentarily drifts down to his daughter, caressing her warm cheek with the back of his knuckles, not wanting to cause her any discomfort with the many callouses adorning his palms after spending over half of his life on duty. 

“Yes?” He yells out, only to be met by silence. A small sigh makes its way out of his lips at the lack of response— something he's used to by now, knowing that Aly wants him to join her in the kitchen. His rough hands sneak under Lily's armpits, picking her up with ease and allowing her to curl up against him despite the way her arms wrapped around his neck are slightly choking him, not having the heart to tell her, and enjoying his daughter's affection as much as possible, a life he never once thought he'd be lucky enough to have. 

His footsteps are light beneath the carpet, the only give away of his approach being their daughter's giggles at the sensation of his thick beard against her skin every time he plants a kiss on her cheek, making an overexaggerated kiss noise just to continue hearing that sweet laugh, wanting to have it ingrained in his brain forever. He sets her down on her customized chair, running his hand down the length of her hair one last time before turning to his lover. 

“Can you get the brown sugar for me?” The sheepish smile she shoots at him is enough to make the corners of his lips tilt up, his crow's feet becoming more prominent at the sincere smile taking over his visage. He reaches up to the shelf, grabbing the container before setting it down on the counter, taking his sweet time to admire his wife now that she went back to baking something he became familiar with throughout the years, pan dulce. 

Unable to hold back his affection any longer, his arms wrap around her waist from behind, a deep chuckle leaving his lips the moment she recoils at the sensation of his thick beard on the crook of her neck. His grip tightens for a second as he plants soft, gentle kisses on her shoulder, his thumb lightly fidgeting with the ring on his finger before her palm goes over his, her soft digits absent-mindedly caressing his hairy knuckles, taking her time to feel every single bump and scar as if they're not already carved into her soul. 

“You makin' pan dulce?” The way he teasingly over-pronounces its name, making his best attempt at hiding his British accent when saying something in Spanish and  always fails horribly makes Alyssa smile, her gaze softening as she notices the way he keeps fidgeting with his wedding band. 

“You know it.” She replies with a grin, closing her eyes for a second just to focus on the gentleness displayed by the very same man that can easily use violence in the field, a sheer contrast to who John Price is to his family. The sweet smell of the bread mix and his lavender and tea tree beard wash fills her nose, taking in the sense of belonging— of how far they've come, their daughter too busy playing with the crocheted bunny on the table. 

“Have I ever told ya you're the best baker?” His voice holds so much affection, yet Alyssa can read him like a book, years and years of the same thing making her turn around and look up at him with amusement etched on her face, her brown eyes shining with pure mirth. 

“You're not getting your hands on the mix until it's all done.” The playful frown on his lips is nothing but a mere distraction, swiftly leaning down to steal a kiss from her lips that she reciprocates with no hesitation, her arms wrapping around his neck as her lips move against his— just to be interrupted by a playful gag coming from Lily. 

“Eww.” Her face is scrunched up in disgust at seeing her parent's kiss, much to their amusement. They share a knowing glance, giving each other one last peck before they break away, John making a beeline towards his daughter, picking the giggling girl up and tossing her in the air, catching her with ease. 

“Ay, por Dios, John.” Aly's hand comes up to her chest, trying to calm her fast-beating heart down despite knowing her husband will never let her daughter fall, earning an amused chuckle out of the older man.

“Come onnn.” Aly drags out, her brow scrunched up as she sees a player miss the perfect chance for a goal, one of her hands absent-mindedly running up and down Tito's fur, while the other one keeps her mug of coffee steady. Moments like these make John notice how much of a tiny carbon copy Lily is, his crinkled eyes fully focused on the way they took sips at the same time and licked their lips clean of the liquid in their matching mugs. His arm wraps around Aly's shoulders, bringing her body closer and planting a kiss on her temple before taking a sip of his cuppa, putting it down just to adjust the blanket closer to their bodies, knowing Aly can't handle UK winters as well as he can. 

John leans part of his body weight against her, his cheek resting on the top of her head, not focused in the slightest on the soccer match being played, rather thinking about everything that lead them to this point— how his heart fell in love since the first time he saw her, and how thankful he was to have the bollocks to confess to her. 

“I love you.” He whispers into her ear, tender words only for his wife to hear. His gaze softens as she looks up at him mid-sip, her wide brown eyes momentarily making her look like a deer caught in headlights, only serving as one of the many images of her that tug at his heartstrings. 

“I love you too, mi vida.” My life. Despite how many years have passed, discovering new pet names never fails to fill him with a deeper sense of fulfillment, momentarily allowing her to look at his relaxed expression before his lips press against her forehead, protectively holding his girls and their cat close to his warm body.

[pasc4lfuzz]

Last day of August and i wanna share the best fics i've read in this month 🧡 So welcome to my 2024 August Fic Rec!

As some of you may know im more of a series person, because i like the desenvolvement of the romance and all the things that led the characters to fall in love + the plot, so you'll may find more series than one shots in here.

I just noticed as i was making the rec list that this month the writers i read the most was @punkshort and @mysterious-moonstruck-musings💕

+18 MDNI Some of them might be ongoing so check the authors blog. dividers by @/saradika-graphics

SERIES

Defying Algorithms - joel miller x f!reader by @yxtkiwiyxt

'swept away' and 'roommates' - Joel Miller x f!reader by @punkshort

Dark Shades of Innocence Lost - club owner/pleasure dom! Joel x fem! reader by @mermaidgirl30

Hot Neighbor Joel Miller - Joel Miller x f!reader by @notjustjavierpena

Batter Up - Baseball Player Joel Miller x Female Reader AU by @whocaresstillthelouvre

Fear of God - Joel Miller x OFC by @netherfeildren

Halcyon - Joel Miller x f!reader by @justagalwhowrites

Destiny & Deliverance - Dieter Bravo X OFC (Natalia) - and Closed Position - Dieter Bravo x OFC by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

Scathed - Javier Peña X OFC by @dancingtotuyo

Happy Ending - Francisco Morales x F!Reader by @noxturnalpascal

Adrift With You - Frankie Morales x OFC by @morallyinept

the melting point - Frankie Morales x Baker! Reader (ex EMT! Reader) by @penvisions

Notes On Tutoring - Dave York x f!reader by @honestly-shite

Sassenach and the Spaniard - Pero Tovar x female reader by @wardenparker

Beskar Doll - Din Djarin x Female Reader by @justagalwhowrites

'in another life' - Marcus Acacius x f!reader (time travel au) by @punkshort

ONE SHOT

Rotten - cowboy!joel x f!reader by @alltheirdamn

Man’s Love - no-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!Reader by @sanarsi

Wedding Crashers - dilf!joel miller x f!reader by @yxtkiwiyxt

dancing with a ghost - joel miller x f!reader by @huntingingoodwill

Something Unexpected - Joel Miller x f!reader by @punkshort

every breath you take - (no outbreak) Joel Miller x f!Reader by @freelancearsonist

dried blood and swear words - joel miller x reader by @iamasaddie

Joel's Eyes - Joel Miller x f!reader by @auteurdelabre

rack 'em - bbf!frankie morales x f!reader by @macfrog

Date with a Rockstar - rockstar!Frankie Morales x f!Reader by @sanarsi

Hole in One - Frankie Morales x f! beverage cart girl reader by @pilotispunk

Rough Waters - Frankie Morales x OFC (Elena) by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

Dispose Of Me - Javier Peña x Female Reader by @whocaresstillthelouvre

a litany of lethe - javier peña x f!reader by @kiwisbell

Online Love - Javier Peña x F!Reader by @absurdthirst

mark of the beast - din djarin x reader by @studioghibelli

In Another Lifetime - General Marcus Acacius x OFC! Cecilia by @inept-the-magnificent

Dulces Sueños - Pero Tovar x f!reader by @oonajaeadira

See you all with the next fic rec in october!

[fisherrprince]

some more Questions I have gotten at my job which is a specialty pastry shop, in celebration of leaving soon

what flavor is Dullahan? (by this point I have learned to recognize every variation of “dulce de leche” possible)

can I have a soft serve ice cream (we have never in 10 years of being here done or advertised this)

what flavors of coffee do you have (….black. we have one pot of airport brewer coffee)

where is boba tea? (just because we are in an Asian market complex doesn’t mean we sell boba tea also look at the menu it isn’t there?? we have never sold boba tea)

i want a bakers dozen with one free cream puff (you can’t — I know where this miscommunication came from actually, but I only figured it out after explaining for ten minutes that this is not how that works and we do not have a bakers dozen anything)

give me six. (he refused to elaborate. brother the conceit of this store is that you choose from a variety of pastries and flavors)

[xmalereader]

Moon Boys X Male Reader

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Authors Note: Don’t get me wrong but writing this made me crave pan dulce so my Hispanic ass drove to the nearest bakery to buy myself some conchitas ∩^ω^∩

Requested: Ooooh!! Moon boys with bf who owns/world at a bakery? || @luminescent-nightmares ||

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of pastries, DID mentions, steven is adorable, bakery, language, drilled while writing this, entire system. Did research on DID if something doesn’t sound right please let me know!

Word count: 1.6k

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Jake was actually the first one to know about the bakery down the street and around the corner the smell of fresh baked goods could be smiles from miles away and that’s what lured the cab driver into the shop. He was surprised to find out that it was open at such a late hour only to find out that the owner kept it open twenty four hours. The owner was young and very energetic, his smile softened Jakes heart even though he was suppose to be cold hearted one who did all of the torture in his job.

But, this baker or owner was the one who melted right into his heart. He had given Jake a free drink and baked good, letting him know that new comers always got their first order free. When Jake bit into the fresh cookie he couldn’t help but moan in delight, the taste melting on his tongue. He didn’t know who this man was but he was positive that he was a god who made such amazing cookies. From that day forward he started visiting constantly to the point where he became a regular at Y/n’s bakery.

Jake had found out that he’d worked early mornings and late nights while the evening shift is covered by his own employees that he’s hired. There were rare days that he would close the shop and it was mainly on holidays. Only one time Y/n closed the bakery because he was on vacation and didn’t want to bombarded his employees with so many customers and instead gave them a paid weekend.

Jake was feeling miserable from his last job, wanting to visit Y/n bakery and eat one of his delicious chocolate covered croissants only to arrive at a closed shop. He was tempted to kick the door down but was quickly stopped by Steven. Both Steven and Marc didn’t find out about the bakery until later on when Steven found an empty coffee cup on top of his dining table with a very nice and fancy logo on it. Steven had asked Marc and Jake about it and Jake was nice enough to let him know about his secret bakery, telling the two that the owner made the best pastries.

Marc didn’t believe him but, Steven did. He’d memorized the logo and actually woke up earlier than usual one morning to get himself a hot drink and something to eat. Steven enjoyed sweet things and was excited to know what the bakery provided. Upon stepping inside the shop he’s surprised to notice that he’s the first one there, nervously holding his book bag close as he steps further into the bakery.

He doesn’t see anyone up front and swallows nervously, looking around at the interior of the bakery, his back facing the counter that he doesn’t notice the owner of the bakery stepping out from the back room. Upon seeing a familiar face, he breaks out into a smile.

“Jake!” He called out, getting the man’s attention. “The usual?” He asks, getting ready to prepare Jakes favorite drink only to be stopped by him, waving his hand frantically. “No, actually I—“ His accent change surprises Y/n causing him to raise a brow in questioning.

“I—wait, sorry.” Stevens eyes widen at the sudden realization, forgetting about their situation and alters. He mentally groans to himself and tries to come up with a lie. “Actually I’m Jakes brother, Steven.” He introduced himself.

“Jake never mentioned having a twin.” Y/n responds, setting his cup down and giving him a shy smile. “I apologize for the mix up, but either way. What can I get you today?”

Steven rubs his hands together, taking a small step forward to take a look at the menu along with the baked goods that he had in display. “Jake told me that you serve Chocolate covered croissants?”

“Oh! Yes, those are very popular here. Would you like to try one?” He suggests, tilting his head to the side as Steven nods. “Yes, please.” He watched the baker get to work as he moved comfortably around his own shop. “Any drink?” He asks.

“Tea perhaps?” Steven winced at Jakes teasing while Y/n nodded and quickly began to get his drink ready, getting everything done at the same time and sliding it over to Steven. “Here you go.”

“How much?”

Y/n shakes his head. “I don’t charge new comers, enjoy it while it’s warm.” He declines Stevens money and with a faint smile, Steven takes his food and drink, bidding him a soft ‘goodbye’ and stepping out into the early morning breeze. Once he’s far from the shop he’s quick to bite into his food, eyes widening.

“Good, right?” Jake grins through another stores reflection while Steven licked his lips. “This is amazing!” He says, taking another bite and drinking his tea. “He’s amazing, how did you find this place?”

“Got lucky.” Jake shrugs his shoulders while Marc rolled his eyes. “What’s so good about a piece of bread with chocolate? Ever heard of Nutella?” Said Marc as both Steven and Jake look at him with shock written all over their faces. “This isn’t a simple piece of bread, Marc. This is amazing and full of warmth and—very soft.”

Jake steps in too. “Y/n‘s baking is magical, he can make your shitty day better.”

Marc shakes his head, ignoring the two before forcing Steven to focus on getting to work on time. The three bickered amongst each other about the bakery all the way to work, both Jake and Steven going up against Marc until they arrived to the museum where Steven gets ready for the day.

By the time it hit the end of the week it was Marc’s turn to visit the bakery. The main alter wasn’t too much of a sweet tooth, always sticking with something simple and fast when it comes towards food. He never got the urges of having a late night snake but tonight became one of those nights. Steven had been the one to fall asleep first and then Jake, but Marc couldn’t sleep. He looked for ways to get himself tired back at his apartment but nothing worked, it wasn’t until he saw the wrapper with the bakery logo on it that called out his name.

To be honest and fair the bakery did get his attention a few times, growing curious about the place that both Steven and Jake visited constantly. Which is how he ended up here, standing in front of the bakery, wearing Stevens night clothes as he taps his foot, hands on his hips, debating on going in or not.

“No, I’m not giving them the satisfaction. I won’t go in—“ Marc mumbled to himself as he shook his head, staring down at his shoes.

“Are you coming in or not?”

Marc is startled by the man’s voice, head shooting up to see the owner standing at the entrance of his bakery, door open while he leaned against the doorframe. His arms crossed over his chest as he grinned. Marc can only stare, opening and closing his mouth, trying to find the words to speak.

Y/n beat him to it. “You’re not Jake or Steven. So, who exactly are you?”

Steven had explained to them that he’d used the ‘twin’ card on Y/n in order not to freak the man out, begging Jake to go along with the role but Marc knew that he wouldn’t be the one to follow up on it. “I’m Marc.” He sighs out as Y/n smiles. “Is Jake or Steven around in there?”

His question catches Marc off guard,eyes widening as he stares at the baker who gasped in shock. “Shit! Im sorry, I didn’t mean to assume it’s just, you three looked way too identical and knew that something had to be up. I mean I have twin cousins and can tell the difference between the two but you and the others are far too similar that I couldn’t help but grow curious and did research and I—I’m sorry, I'm rambling.” He laughs out nervously.

Marc can only laugh at his rambling, not to upset the man he’s quick to add. “No offense, not many people know about DID and was surprised that you’d actually look into it.” Y/n gives off a small sigh of relief. “Again, that was rude of me to assume.”

“It’s fine.” Marc clears his throat. “I wasn’t able to sleep and both Jake and Steven talk highly about your bakery and thought I’d stop by.” He mumbled the last words in a shy tone, avoiding the bakers eyes who brightened at his words. “I got just the thing for you!” He waved Marc inside who followed after the man. The shop was warm and brought a comforting feeling to him as he approached the nearest empty table, sitting alone as he listens to Y/n pace around his bakery.

It took Y/n a few minutes to return, placing a warm cup of milk in front of Marc along with a plateful of mini waffles. Marc’s lips break out into a small smile as he stared at the pink heart shaped waffles. “Hearts?” He questions Y/n who sat across from him. “What? The holiday is approaching and thought it would be nice! Besides, this is my first batch so, eat up!” He slides a fork and a knife over to Marc.

“You sure this isn’t your way of asking me out?”

Y/n blushes, humming to himself. “Is it working?”

Marc gives the waffles another glance before looking up to Y/n who smiled warmly at him. “A little.” He confesses while he takes a bite from his food.

[fiveshelmet]

Girl you got the description PERFECT! I could just tell what kind of pan dulce you were describing 🤤

youre too sweet aaahhh! could be something light and sweet, domestic, or anything youre feeling, surprise us! 💘

Pairing: Alejandro x f!reader

Summary: Alejandro comes home + runs errands

A/N: this was fun! I hope you like it 💘 thank you for the request—

“Errands”

It’s 4AM when he gets released. The gate in front of him slowly descends back. It’s still twilight outside, the air has a chill to it. In the distance he makes out an owl, there are several birds already waking up. As he carries his duffle bag he can feel the pull and the weight from his upper body. His arms feel sore, his shoulders feeling like they could give out, but his legs are pushing him through this exhaustion. Exhaustion wouldn’t even begin to describe it. He feels like death. There’s only one thing on his mind and it’s that one thing his heart is continuing to push his legs towards it.

Hidden away tucked in some remote forest lies a house. A cabin. It’s huge, surrounded by trees. Loose gravel in front of it. There’s a chimney that lets smoke out above the house. Nobody can find this house unless they were deliberately trying to find it, then again, this house could only be found through exact coordinates. It’s where you are, tucked, hidden, away from the outside world. It’s where Alejandro keeps you safe.

It’s still early morning when he arrives, he doesn’t expect you to be awake. He pulls up the gravel road with no lights on. Less disturbances, the better.

He enters the house as quietly as possible. He toes his boots off by the front door, lays his duffle bag behind the couch. The fire inside the house is still going, and the morning sun is peeking through the clouds. He steps softly into the hallway, his body is telling him to rest but it’s his heart that can't contain the excitement of seeing you. He walks further down where the bedroom door is open, you laying in the middle of the bed, a nest of blankets and pillows around you. A pillow tucked under your head and your right arm holding it. A pool of hair fanned out behind you, and your lips puckered.

The sight of you makes his heart ache, bubbles of warmth inside him. He admires you from above. He gently comes close to you and places a kiss on your head. He moves back and decides to rest on the couch. There’s no need to disturb your sleeping.

*

It’s almost 9am when you wake up. You feel the warmth of the sun on your face. The light pressing on your eyelids. You stretch lazily on the bed. You peek at your phone hanging by the bed. No word from him yet. You sigh, smell the hot cup of coffee next to your phone. It’s steaming, full of cream, and just a dash of cinnamon. The way Alejandro prepares it.

… the way Alejandro prepares your coffee.

“Baby?!” You shriek and you'll throw the blankets away.

You run down the hallway and can hear him laughing in the kitchen.

He stands there sipping his own cup of coffee. He’s leaning against the countertop.

“Took you long enough” he says still laughing, still staring inside his cup. He puts the cup aside as he extends one arm towards you. You wrap your arms around his neck, he’s nuzzling his mouth into your neck. Small noisy pecks trailing down your neck. One of his hands is placed on the small of your back as the other is tilting your head back.

“Mi amorcito” he sighs into your neck. Mumbles more Spanish “como te extrañé, mi vida”

You feel whole again, your other part is home.

“When did you get back?” You say nearly whining. You peek up at him. His eyes shift towards yours

“Just this morning,” he says casually, “I didn’t want to wake you.” “It’s more fun just waiting on you.”

You kiss his lips. “I told you, you can always wake me up.”

It’s a habit of his, coming home, waiting until you find him somewhere in the house. A small game of hide and seek. He hides and you seek.

“I don’t like you waking up,” he pauses and digs himself back into your neck. “Besides, it’s just me.” He walks you backwards towards the couch. He lays down and pulls you on top of him. There’s an urgency on both of your lips as you start to make out.

“It’s just you” you mimic, “I like to know when you’re coming.”

He whispers in between kisses, his hand cradles your cheek, “You missed me?”

“Yes,” you manage to breathe out. You take him in. He’s still in his uniform, his hair is still in place combed neatly behind him. He knows what the uniform does to you.

He nuzzles your nose against his.

“I know I missed you more.”

You want him bad. Alejandro is always one for words, he can always make you melt into his arms with just words.

*

It isn’t until noon that he asks if you need to make a trip into the city.

“I don’t think so?”

You have to think about it. Part of you wants to stay in this position on the couch lazily making out on top of him, the other part wishes he would fall asleep because he’s been awake since he got here.

but you know him. How much he loves being out in public with you. It’s his thing when he’s home. He drives you everywhere. Pays for everything, cooks for you, walks on the outside of the curb so you won’t. He’s protective, he’s caring, he’s just perfect. It also doesn’t matter where you need to get to; to the grocery store, the pharmacy, restaurants, coffee shops, shopping malls. It makes him smile, he loves being that doting boyfriend behind you. He relishes in doing everyday tasks with you, a sense of normalcy as opposed to out in the world hunting drug lords and a gun strapped to him.

He sits up now, dragging you up with him.

“Let’s just go, yeah? One quick trip and we can come back and lock ourselves in our house.” His eyes are wide now, a hint of excitement inside him.

There’s no way you can say no to him.

*

You’ve been to two grocery stores, where he couldn’t find the right kind of coffee or the fruit he wanted for the week.

“How hard is it to find guavas babe? I swear they should be in season.” He pushes the cart behind you, sometimes even had you in-between the cart and him while rubbing his nose on your neck.

A Target, where he needed to find a kids cereal…

“It’s called S’mores,” he says carefully, trying to hide his accent, while talking to the frightened teenager working there.

…and now a bakery. He leans into the store, holding your hand behind him. You know he saved the bakery for last.

“Mmmmm” he moans. He can smell the fresh bread around.

He picks up a tray and a pair of tongs. He starts opening up the glass displays with the bread inside them. He only goes for what he likes. He’s like a kid in the candy store.

Small, dome shelled shaped breads in pink and white. Pink for you, white for him. Spongy strawberry jam rolls, rolled in coconut shavings the kind he likes after dinner, small butter muffins, and his favorite, flaky heart shaped pastries topped with cinnamon sugar.

He orders another two coffees, and tells the woman in Spanish to package everything to-go.

You’re exhausted, but happy you get to spend time outside. In the car he’s drawing the number 8 on your thigh with his time.

“I love spending time with you.” He says softly

“I think I missed this the most,” he reaches for your hand, kissing your knuckles. “It feels normal, like we’re just in our own world.”

You smile to yourself, then let out a sarcastic response, “You missed this more than our time in bed?”

He scoffs, biting your knuckles. “Two different things amor,” he replaces teeth with his lips again, “besides, I needed to stock up for the week because I’m not letting you get out of our bed.”

A heat crawls up your cheeks. You bite your lip, embarrassed that he caught your little remark.

*

As you get home, you know the routine as he hands you the keys. Alejandro takes everything in, and you unlock the door. Once everything is packed and tucked away, his hand trails down your waist to your hips. He spins you around and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around him.

He starts to walk toward the bedroom, his eyes now dark and lustful.

“Mi preciosa, mi bebe…” he kisses your neck

“let’s go finish our errands in bed.”

[ideas-4-stories]

helloooo! I am once again sharing the cross guild Argentina au ideas. the brainworms are brainworming

also, Romantic Cross Guild!

•Alone, Mihawk would only drink fernet straight up and treat it with as much reverence as a glass of wine. But! With Buggy he starts to be fond of sharing it back and forth as it is meant to, a drink to be shared and enjoyed, he starts to get more loose and eventually he learns to share the moments and be a part of a group that loves him just as much as he loves them. Crocodile wasn't fond of fernet to begin with, but he also got fond of it after Buggy taught them the love that can be shared with it.

•Buggy has an atrocious sweet tooth, borderline solid diabetes. What else did we expect from a clown? Anyways, aside from all the piracy criminal stuff that Cross Guild does, I genuinly think that Buggy would beg on his knees, on his hands, pouting, crying and doing the biggest pretty please he could so Crocodile lets him hire bakers so that they would make him his favourite facturas and sweets every morning and also sold off for a little profit, but mostly for him to eat at mreakfast and merienda. Crododile does try his hardest to resist the pouting clown but he's helpless and obligues after a little while. They now have the best bakers money can get in the island and Crocodile and Mihawk get sugary kisses every morning now. They might have started liking sugar more if it is in their daily clown kisses...but nobody has to know that shhh. Also now on their list of services to offer they have Sweet Argentinian Facturas among other silly little things like murder, kidnapping, taking down pirate ships, y'know, the usual.

•Crocodile is one of the only people in the whole island that drinks mate the bitterest shit yerba can get it and as hot as volcanic lava, nobody wants to drink with him. Mihawk doesn't drink mate, he's more of a terere guy, and Buggy drinks mate with one kilo of sugar on top and midly cold (hes just like me fr). So that's why all three only share the table they put the things on. Every evening at merienda time the table has one stanley termo (like a one liter thing that stores water and keeps it hot), one jug of iced juice, one flashy hand-painted classic metalic kettle, and a distressful amount of sweets and sandwiches and bizcochos of various types and forms. It is always full of color and warmth and love.

▪︎Buggy can and will gobble up a whole jar of dulce de leche with spoonfulls. Croco and Mihawk are horrified.

▪︎Mihawk mainly dresses whith white loose shirts, used to hot climate like in Cordoba. So the moment winter starts he does not go out at all, he is deep in blankets. Buggy and Croco are very amused, but also find it a little cute

▪︎Crocodile gets up at 6am no matter what, even worse, he is an old ass cranky morning person. Mihawk and Buggy do not like it but, he is THEIR old ass cranky morning person, what're they gonna do about it?

(In this AU I headcanon Karai Bari island as looking less tropical and more like the woods around El Bólson(a village?city?town?in argentina) incluiding all the mountains and cascades and rivers and lakes and woods there are there, so the next places i will name are real ones, you can google them i love them all)

•As their first official date together they decide that nothings better than the Bosque de las Hadas (Fairy Forest) because of how magical and quiet it is there, after all, the fairys and gnomes are just stories, right?

Well, turns out stories are there for a reason, the start the date and everything is beautiful and they have the whole forest to themselves so they go al lovey dovey and suddenly they start hearing weird shit until they have to run out of the forest with Crocodiles help. At the end they had a disastrous date and Mihawk was kinda devastated inside, cuz he had suggested the Fairie Forest, but his partners made sure to make him know that it was interesting anyway and they spent a good time even if they were chased off by tiny feral fairies. Smooches are required and they do...other things too...

•As for their next day, they try a place with less magic in it, they fo to the Waterfalls. They have to do a little hicking; Mihawk is unbothered and enjoying the forest, Crocodile cheats with his sand a little, and Buggy whines the whole way up even if he is enjoying it, his whining stops when Crocodile puts him up on his shoulders and does indecent and spontaneous ass-grabbing. The Waterfalls gets to witness public indecency. It is a beautiful and succesful second date.

oooops i got carried away. anyway thank u for your time! have a good day :}

Sorry it took so long to reply, many long projects for school came one after another. Then I had no motivation for some days, but I'm back and I just have to say that I love these ideas. Them drinking together with something they either don’t drink with others or don’t drink at all is so cute to imagine!

I’ve heard ideas where Devil Fruit users need something that gives them energy or something like that… it could be food of some sort or smoking. I wonder if that’s true, Buggy’s must be sugar. Poor Mihawk and Crocodile, watching Buggy eat an entire dinner worth of sugar a day like Crocodile smoking through a pack or two of cigars a day isn’t bad as well.

I’m chuckling because I see Mihawk popping his head out of some blankets with Crocodile and Buggy, thinking Mihawk is being so cute. Love that Crocodile is their cranky old person in the morning. Karai Bari being more woodland area than topical looks nice in my mind, the fairy forest with little feral fae chasing them is so funny to think about. I wonder who pissed them off? The second date is everything, Buggy complaining about the shits n giggles, then gets lifted up onto Crocodile’s shoulder, now able to see more things with price of some public indecency.

[queersrus]

sweets theme

[sweets theme]

for @seraphim-coinz 's event, prompt one !

partnered with our other blogs @dollilian, @objectumluv, @systiveboxes, @skelatomy

(nick)names:

ambrosia, ambrosios, ambrosius, ambrose, anoush, anika, aynabat, adoncia bonbon, baker, bonnie, biscuit, brownie, blondie

candy/candi/candie, cake, choco, cocoa/coco, chocolate, chocolotte, caramel, cream, creamy/creami/creamie, cookie, candace/candice, custard, cobbler, crumb, cupcake

dessert, desserta, dulci/dulce/dulcie, dulcis, dulcinea, dulcea, donut esti, estin, eclair fudge, flan

gummi/gummie/gummy, gum, ginger, glykeria, gello, gela, gelatin, gelato honey/honi/honie, hedylogos

jello, jelly, jellybean kandaja licorice, loly/lolly/loli/lolie

Madeleine, milis, maire, maple, meli, meline, melina, melita, melite, meliton, mel, meila, miette, mora, mattox nectur/necture, necturine/nectarine

pastry/pastrie, pie, pomona, pamela/pamella/pamila, pamelia, paniz, pudding

sugar, sweet, sweetie, sweetette, sweetetta, sweetelle, sweetiebelle, sweetella, sweetiebella, sweetine, sweetina, sweatiepie, sucrose, sadhbh, shirin, sive, sundae, s'more, sherbert, sherbet, sorbet

taffy/taffie, toffee, tart zis, zisel

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

bi/bone/bonbony/bonbine/bonbonself ci/cane/candy/candine/candyself ci/cake/caky/cakine/cakeself cri/cre/creamy/creamine/creamself di/desse/desserty/dessertine/dessertself hi/hone/honey/honine/honeyself pi/paste/pastry/pastrine/pastryself pi/pie/py/pine/pieself si/suge/sugary/sugarine/sugarself swi/sweete/sweety/sweetine/sweetself

2nd p prns: you/your/yours/yourself

bo/bonbor/bonbonrs/bonborself ci/cander/candiers/canderself co/caker/cakers/cakerself cro/creamer/creamers/creamerself do/desser/dessertrs/dessertrself ho/honeyr/honeyrs/honeyrself po/pastr/pastrs/pastrself po/pier/piers/pierself so/sugar/sugars/sugarself swo/sweeter/sweeters/sweeterself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

bon/bon can/candy, can/dy, candy/candies, crea/cream, cream/creamy des/dessert, des/sert, dess/ert, dessert/desserts ho/honey, ho/ney, honey/honeys pas/pastry, pa/stry, pastry/pastries, pi/pie, pie/pies su/gar, su/sugar, sugar/sugars, sugar/sugary, swe/et, swee/eet, swe/sweet, sweet/sweets, sweet/sweetly, sweet/sweetness, sugary/sweets

titles:

the sweetest of sweets, the sugar king/queen, the pastry baker, the candy maker, the sweetest dessert, the pie baker, the cake eater, the creamy dessert lover

*one who makes sweets, one who bakes the sweetest pastries, one who adores honey filled pies

*one can be replaced with any pronouns

[lunastral]

Pumpkin Cake (My Little Pony) themed NPTs

[Pt: Pumpkin Cake (My Little Pony) themed NPT]

Requested by anon!

Names

[Pt: Names]

Acer, Adair, Amber, Angeline, Angie, Anonna, Apricot, Apricot, Aurelia, Birch, BonBon, Bonnie, Bronze, Cadmium, Ceres, Cinnabar, Copper, Dulce, Dulcinea, Ezti, Foxierra, Ginger, Golden, Goldie, Honey, Humbert, Jasper, Leif, Maple, Marigold, Meliton, Mellie, Meline, Naran, Rory, Rust, Rustette, Rusty, Ryder, Saffron, Sage, Sienna, Sorrel, Tangerine, Tangie, Tawneria, Terra, Tess (Theresa), Umber, Vermilion, Waverly, Willow, Xanthous, Zhana

Pronouns

[Pt: Pronouns]

Pu / Pum / Pums / Pumpkinself, Pumpkin / Pumpkins, Sweet / Sweets, Gold / Golden /Goldens / Goldenself, Pas /trie / Pastry / Pastries / pastryself, Pas / tel / Pastels / pastelself, Hon / Honey, Su / Sugar, Bo / Bon / Bons / Bon(bon)self,

Titles

[Pt: Titles]

Sugar and Spice, The Pastry [Royal], The Baker of sweets, The Sweetest of all, Prn Spooky Cuteness, One with the sweetest of talents, Prn who makes precious pumpkin pies, The Precious Pumpkin Prn-self, The joyful ginger.

[Royal] = King, Queen, (Royal itself works too).