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chocolate irish coffee cake: chocolate cake laced with bailey’s and espresso with a buttercream spiked with the liqueur and a chocolate ganache in the middle

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Writing Reference: Food History

B.C.

10,000 - almonds, cherries, bread, flour, soup

8,000 - wheat ⚜ 7,000 - wine, beer, pistachios, pig, goat, sheep, lard

6,500 - cattle domestication, apples ⚜ 6,000 - tortilla, dates, maize

5,000 - honey, ginger, quinoa, avocados, potatoes, milk, yogurt

4,000 - focaccia, watermelons, grapes, pomegranates

3,200 - chicken domestication ⚜ 3,000 - butter, onion, garlic, apricots

2,737 - tea ⚜ 2,500 - olive oil, seaweed, duck ⚜ 2,300 - saffron

2,000 - peaches, liquorice, marshmallow, pasta, ham, sesame seeds

1,500 - chocolate, vanilla ⚜ 1,200 - sugar ⚜ 1,000 - mangoes, oats, pickles

900 - pears, tomatoes ⚜ 700 - cinnamon ⚜ 600 - bananas, poppy seeds

500 - artichokes ⚜ 400 - pastries, appetizers, vinegar

300 - parsley ⚜ 200 - turkeys, asparagus, rhubarb ⚜ 65 - quince

1st—13th Century

1st Century - chestnuts, lobster, crab, shrimp, truffles, blueberries, raspberries, capers, kale, blood (as food), fried chicken, foie gras, French toast, omelettes, rice pudding, flan, cheesecake, pears in syrup

3rd Century - lemons ⚜ 5th - pretzels ⚜ 6th - eggplant

7th Century - spinach, kimchi ⚜ 9th - coffee, nutmeg

10th Century - flower waters, Peking duck, shark's fin soup

11th Century - baklava, corned beef, cider, lychees, seitan

12th Century - breadfruit, artichokes, gooseberries

13th Century - ravioli, lasagne, mozzarella, pancakes, waffles, couscous

14th—19th Century

14th Century - kebabs, moon cakes, guacamole, pie, apple pie, crumpets, gingerbread

15th Century - coconuts, Japanese sushi and sashimi, pineapples, marmalade, risotto, marzipan, doughnuts, hot dogs

16th Century - pecans, cashews (in India), Japanese tempura, vanilla (in Europe), fruit leather, skim milk, sweetbreads, salsa, quiche, teriyaki chicken, English trifle, potato salad

17th Century - treacle, pralines, coffee cake, modern ice cream, maple sugar, rum, French onion soup, cream puffs, bagels, pumpkin pie, lemonade, croissants, lemon meringue pie

18th Century - root beer, tapioca, French fries, ketchup, casseroles, mayonnaise, eggnog, soda water, lollipops, sangria, muffins, crackers, chowder, croquettes, cupcakes, sandwiches, apple butter, souffle, deviled eggs

19th Century - toffee, butterscotch, cocoa, Turkish delight, iodized salt, vanilla extract, modern marshmallows, potato chips, fish and chips, breakfast cereal, Tabasco sauce, Kobe beef, margarine, unsalted butter, Graham crackers, fondant, passionfruit, saltwater taffy, milkshakes, pizza, peanut butter, tea bags, cotton candy, jelly beans, candy corn, elbow macaroni, fondue, wedding cake, canapes, gumbo, ginger ale, carrot cake, bouillabaisse, cobbler, peanut brittle, pesto, baked Alaska, iced tea, fruit salad, fudge, eggs Benedict, Waldorf salad

20th Century

1901 - peanut butter and jelly ⚜ 1904 - banana splits ⚜ 1905 - NY pizza

1906 - brownies, onion rings ⚜ 1907 - aioli

1908 - Steak Diane, buttercream frosting ⚜ 1909 - shrimp cocktail

1910 - Jell-O (America's most famous dessert)

1910s - orange juice ⚜ 1912 - Oreos, maraschino cherries, fortune cookies

1912 - Chicken a la King, Thousand Island dressing

1914 - Fettuccine Alfredo ⚜ 1915 - hush puppies

1917 - marshmallow fluff ⚜ 1921 - Wonder Bread, zucchini

1919 - chocolate truffles ⚜ 1922 - Vegemite, Girl Scout cookies

1923 - popsicles ⚜ 1924 - frozen foods, pineapple upside-down cake, Caesar salad, chocolate-covered potato chips

1927 - Kool-Aid, s'mores, mayonnaise cake ⚜ 1929 - Twizzlers

1930s - Pavlova cakes, Philly cheese steak, Pigs in blankets, margaritas, banana bread, Cajun fried turkey ⚜ 1931 - souffle, refrigerator pie

1933 - chocolate covered pretzels ⚜ 1936 - no-bake cookies

1937 - Reubens, chicken Kiev, SPAM, Krispy Kreme

1938 - chicken and waffles ⚜ 1939 - seedless watermelon

1941 - Rice Krispies treats, Monte Cristo sandwiches ⚜ 1943 - nachos

1946 - chicken burgers, tuna melts, Nutella ⚜ 1947- chiffon cake

1950s - chicken parm, Irish coffee, cappuccino, smoothies, frozen pizza, diet soda, TV Dinners, ranch dressing ⚜ 1951 - bananas foster

1953 - coronation chicken ⚜ 1956 - German chocolate cake, panini

1957 - Quebec Poutine ⚜ 1958 - Instant ramen noodles, crab rangoon, lemon bars ⚜ 1960s - beef Wellington, green eggs and ham, red velvet cake

1963 - black forest cake ⚜ 1964 - Belgian waffles, Pop Tarts, Buffalo wings, ants on a log, pita bread ⚜ 1965 - Gatorade, Slurpees

1966 - chocolate fondue ⚜ 1967 - high fructose corn syrup

1970s - California rolls, pasta primavera, tiramisu ⚜ 1971 - fajitas

1975 - hicken tikka masala ⚜ 1980 - turducken

1980s - Panko, portobello mushrooms, bubble tea, chicken nuggets, Sriracha, Red Bull energy drink, everything bagels

1990s - artisan breads, Jamaican jerk ⚜ 1991 - turkey bacon, chocolate molten lava cake, earthquake cake ⚜ 1993 - broccolini

1995 - Tofurkey ⚜ 1997 - grape tomatoes

21st Century

2002 - flat iron steak, tear-free onions ⚜ 2007 - Kool-Aid pickles, cake pops

2008 - Mexican funnel cake ⚜ 2013 - cronuts, test tube burgers

Source ⚜ Writing Notes & References

[jude-duarte-wannabe]

Hi hi!! This is a large order if you are up for it!

- Carrot cake, apple tart, & a chocolate chip cookie

- Coconut milk, and a (light/tipsy) Irish coffee

Could you get either Carlos or Alex (F1) to serve it please!

we can't be friends

order up!

hi lovely <3 thanks for the request, i do love a good friends to lovers story, your chosen prompts will be bolded.

pairing; carlos sainz jr x female reader

blurb; one too many drinks down the hatch and you decide to shoot your shot with your best friend who you've wanted for far too long.

warnings; dirty talking, drunk sex, choking, google translated spanish, soft sex turned rough, spitting, drunk makeout session, doggy style, hair pulling and creampie. [let me know if i missed anything!]

irish coffee; drunk sex coconut milk; friends to lovers carrot cake; "dirty girl" chocolate chip cookie; "did you just call me pretty boy" apple tart; "what do you mean you want me to choke you"

word count; 4.4k

currently playing; just friends by why don't we "i got tunnel vision, think it's time that i confessed, if i could just get my arms around you, baby, don't you say that we're just friends, when you know we could be lovers instead wanna give you a night you'll never forget"

“i never knew i could want you like this” carlos’s breath was hot against your neck as he nipped at the sensitive skin behind your ear.

you'd know carlos practically your whole life having grown up together since your families were super close, you'd watched eachother go through relationship after relationship each one a bigger disappointment than the last.

somewhere along the way you'd seen a different side of carlos when your date canceled and so you asked carlos to dinner instead, you saw him in a new light that night.

ever since there you'd had a thing for him, you'd craved his touch and yearned for him in a way that no one should ever yearn for their best friend.

you could feel your heart racing as carlos's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, you tangled your fingers in his dark curls, pulling him closer.

"carlos," you breathed, barely able to any form coherent thoughts amongst the fog swirling in your brain. "we shouldn't..."

he pulled back slightly, his brown eyes searching yours. "do you want me to stop?"

you knew you should say yes after all this could ruin everything - your friendship, your families' relationship, but looking into his eyes, feeling the heat of his body pressed against yours, you couldn't bring yourself to push him away.

"no," you whispered. "don't stop."

a slow smile spread across his face as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, all those years of pent-up longing and desire poured out as you kissed him back with equal fervor.

his hands roamed your body, gripped at your waist, pulling you closer by the second “do you really want to do this here” you giggled.

"maybe not" carlos murmured, his lips trailing down to your collarbone. "but i don't think i can wait much longer."

you shivered at his touch, your fingers tangling in his dark curls, the storage closet of the upbeat club you'd started your night in was cramped and dimly lit, the scent of cleaning supplies mingling with carlos's addictive cologne.

you knew that anyone including another driver or one of their girlfriends could walk in at any moment, but the thrill of possibly being caught in such a compromising position only heightened your desire.

"we shouldn't," you whispered halfheartedly, even as your body arched against his, desperate for his touch.

carlos's hand slid under your shirt, his fingertips tracing patterns on your bare skin. "tell me to stop," he challenged, his voice husky.

instead of responding, to him you captured his lips in a searing kiss, all thoughts of propriety flew from your mind as carlos pressed you against the shelves, his body hot and hard against yours.

“i don’t ever want you to stop but surely we can take this somewhere more private” you asked, holding up the key card to your hotel room “my hotel’s not far.. lets get out of this fucking club”

carlos's eyes darkened with desire as he saw the key card. "lead the way," he growled, reluctantly stepping back to let you open the door.

you peered out into the hallway, making sure the coast was clear before slipping out of the closet. carlos followed close behind, his hand resting possessively on the small of your back as you weaved through the crowded club.

the pulsing music and flashing lights seemed to fade into the background, your senses hyper-focused on carlos's touch and the electricity crackling between you.

as soon as you stepped outside, carlos hailed a taxi with impressive speed. the cool night air did little to temper the heat building between you.

in the backseat, carlos pulled you close so that you were practically straddling him, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss that left you breathless.

"how much farther?" he murmured against your neck.

"no clue, lets just enjoy this chico bonito"

carlos chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin, his hands roamed down your back, pulling you even closer.

"did you just call me pretty boy" he asked in an amused tone, pulling your hips tighter against his own.

"why... do you like it" you asked, breath hot against his ear, fingers tugging at his hair ends.

"mmh, i like the sound of it" he purred, nipping gently at your earlobe, the taxi hit a bump, jostling you both.

you giggled, steadying yourself with hands on his broad shoulders, outside the window, streetlights blurred past in the darkness, the taxi driver seemed oblivious to your passionate embrace in the backseat.

carlos's fingers tangled in your hair as he guided your lips back to his, your kiss deepening, tongues dancing, as heat built between your bodies, you shifted your hips, grinding on carlo's lap which elicited a low groan from him.

"dios mío," he breathed. "you're driving me crazy, mi amor."

you smiled wickedly, trailing kisses along his jaw. "you should call me that more often" you suggested, hands beginning to trail down his chest, pulling him even closer by the fabric of his shirt.

carlos chuckled, his breath hot against your ear. "mi amor," he whispered, voice husky with desire. "mi vida, mi corazón." his hands roamed your back, fingers tracing patterns that sent shivers zapping up ans down your spine.

you nipped at his earlobe, reveling in the way his body tensed beneath you. "keep talking," you murmured and he obliged, a stream of spanish endearments falling from his lips as your fingers snuck beneath the fabric of his button down, seeking out his warm skin.

"easy..." carlos hissed, gripping your wrist in between his fingers "let's not undress in front of the taxi driver now" he chuckled, the sound of it almost made you moan.

you reluctantly withdrew your hands, fingers grazing along his skin with a featherlight touch, but you couldn't however resist pressing a heated kisses to skin of his neck.

carlos groaned softly, his fingers gripping waist, the taxi lurched to a stop and the driver banged on the partition window, carlos reached for his wallet, lifting his hips which caused his crotch to press against your core as he retrieved it from his back pocket.

he practically threw some bills at the driver before pulling you out of the taxi and onto the sidewalk, the cool night air did little to calm the fire burning beneath your skin or the deep rooted desire you felt for your best friend.

you managed to remain composed making your way through the lobby and into the elevator, where carlos nipped and nibbled at the skin of neck.

carlos tugged you close, his lips finding yours in a desperate kiss as you fumbled with the hotel key card, you pushed him against the door, drinking in his gasps and sighs like they were a drug that you needed to survive.

"dios mío," he breathed as the lock finally clicked open, the two of you tumbled inside, hands roaming and clothes flying, landing in different corners of the room to be forgotten, carlos lifted you easily, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bed

he laid you down, dark eyes roving over your form and with a burning desire simmering beneath his skin, his hand skimmed up your body, roaming over your soft form with featherlight touches.

your breath hitched as his fingers danced across your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake, carlos leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck, hot and insistent as you arched against him, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"hermosa," he murmured against your skin, his voice low and husky with need, his hand tangled in your hair, tugging gently to expose more of your neck to his hungry mouth.

you ran your fingers down his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your touch as carlos's lips found yours in a searing kiss, tongues tangling as passion consumed you both.

your bodies pressed together, skin on skin, the heat between you building, he pulled back slightly, dark eyes meeting yours, filled with a mix of desire and something deeper, more tender.

"how could i never see you... right in front of me too" carlos mumbled, thumb running over your cheek gently "what do you mean" you questioned.

carlos let out a soft chuckle, his breath warm against your skin. "all this time, i thought we were just friends, but now..." his voice trailed off as he leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours.

your heart raced, pulse pounding in your ears as you gazed into his soft soulful brown eyes, eyes that you loved so dearly "now what?" you whispered, barely able to form the words.

his hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. "now i see you, really see you and i can't believe i was so blind before."

you closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. "carlos, i-"

but before you could finish, his lips were on yours, soft yet urgent, the kiss deepened, years of unspoken longing pouring out between you. when you finally broke apart, breathless.

carlos cupped your face in his hands, fingers tracing down to your jaw. "i mean, we've been friends for so long and i-" he trailed off, unsure of if he should say what was on his mind.

your heart raced at his words, hardly daring to believe that he could possibly be about to confess that he loved you like you loved him. "carlos... mi sol, what are you thinking?" you whispered.

carlos's dark eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty as he took a shaky breath, his hands still cradling your face with a gentleness only he had ever shown you.

"i... i don't know how to say this without risking everything we have," he murmured, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

you leaned into his touch, your own hands coming up to rest on his wrists. "you can tell me anything, carlito, you know that."

he nodded, swallowing hard. "the thing is, i... i think i'm in love with you, no, i know i am and i have been for a long time and i can't keep pretending that i don't feel this way anymore."

your breath caught in your throat, joy blooming in your chest as you shivered at his confession, you'd harbored secret feelings for carlos for years, never imagining he might reciprocate.

"carlito" you breathed, a smile spreading across your face. "i love you too, i've been waiting to hear say you loved me for years... your everything to me.. mi alma, mi amado... mi vida"

carlos listened to the words spilling from your lips intently, his heart practically leaping into his throat, he had to be hearing things, this had to be some kind of dream.

hearing you say that you'd longed after him for years.. his childhood best friend.. in love with him for years and he had never noticed.. how stupid could he be.

for a good few seconds, carlos was speechless and unsure of what to say, his mind still trying to catch up and comprehend what he had just heard, his hands that cupped your cheeks pulled your face closer.

"mi vida" he mumbled "your life" the way he'd worded himself sounded like a question and while you weren't sure, you still answered.

"mi vida.. my life, i live for you carlito" you confirmed, carlos’s heart raced, he had a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him, he had spent years not seeing what was right in front of him, and now it felt like everything had shifted in an instant.

his eyes searched your own, wanting to find the truth, the depth of what you were saying. “you... you really mean that?” his voice was barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid to shatter the moment that had been created between you both.

“i do” you replied “i’ve tried to hide it but it’s always been you, carlito. always.”

carlos took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as all of the memories flooded back—every shared secret, every late-night laugh, and every moment that you'd ever shared together, how could he have been so blind.

with a gentle pull, he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours. “i’ve been so stupid,” he admitted, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “i should have known., i’ve felt it too, you know, i just didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

you felt a warmth bloom in your chest at his confession, in that moment, everything around you faded—the distant sounds of the city, the buzzing of life outside, even the weight of uncertainty.

all that mattered was him, and the soft intensity of his soulful brown eyes drawing you in.

“carlos,” you murmured, your heart thudding against your ribs, no answer came from him and soon a silence stretched between you, heavy with anticipation.

slowly, almost hesitantly, carlos closed the distance between you both, his lips brushing against yours, it was a tentative kiss at first, much unlike your previous ones, a gentle exploration of what had long been buried beneath years of friendship.

he soon deepened the kiss and you felt yourself dissolve into the warmth of his embrace, your hands wound their way into his hair tugging on the locks softly as he slipped his tongue past your parted lips with eagerness.

a soft moan escaped you as his tongue explored your mouth, sending shivers zapping up your spine as his hands roamed your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

you pressed yourself closer, craving more of carlos's intoxicating touch, the world around you seemed to fade away until all that existed was the two of you, lost in the moment.

his lips left yours to blaze a path along your jaw and neck, you tilted your head, offering better access as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin.

your breath came in short gasps, and desire coursed through your veins.

"we should stop," you whispered half-heartedly, as your body arched into his, carlos pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as they met yours. "do you really want to?" he asked, his voice husky.

"don't you dare stop" you whimpered, desire taking over any rational thought left in your mind as you stuck out your tongue, asking him with eyes for something you'd never let anyone else ever do.

carlos understood what you wanted, fingers gripping your face "dirty girl" he murmured but the smirk currently decorating his handsome features told you he loved it as he spat into your mouth and you then swallowed with eagerness.

a shiver ran through your body as you savored the taste, your eyes locked onto carlos's intense gaze as his grip on your face tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over your ear.

"you want more, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and husky, you nodded frantically, beyond words at this point.

carlos chuckled darkly, trailing his free hand down your neck and across your collarbone. "such a greedy little thing, i wonder just how far you'll let me go?"

you gasped, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through you at the thought that appeared in your mind, this was uncharted territory for you but there was no one you trusted more than carlos and no one you wanted to explore this idea with more than him.

"further than you might think.." you murmured, bringing his large hand up and laying it against your throat "i want you to choke me" you asked and he stilled, not moving an inch.

"what do you mean you want me to choke you" carlos asked in a flabbergasted tone, surprised that you would ask such a thing but not at all against it.

you smiled softly, a mixture of shyness and desire flickering across your face. "i mean exactly what i said," you whispered, pressing his hand more firmly against your neck. "i trust you, carlito, i want to feel how strong you are"

carlos hesitated, his dark eyes searching yours, you could see the conflict within him - the desire to please you warring with his innate protectiveness over you, one that had been present your whole lives.

"i don't want to hurt you," he said softly, his thumb caressing your jawline.

"you won't" you assured him, your pulse quickening beneath his touch. "i'll tell you if it's too much, please, i need this, i need you mi vida" you begged, your tone was almost pitiful.

something in your voice must have convinced him because you saw the moment his resolve crumbled and his grip tightened ever so slightly, a thrill running through your body. "if you're sure," he murmured.

carlos's fingers flexed experimentally against your throat, his touch both gentle and firm at the same time, you felt your breath catch, a delicious tension coiling in your belly.

"like this?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

you nodded, unable to speak as the pressure increased bit by bit, each time more pleasurable than the last, your eyes fluttered closed, savoring the heady mix of vulnerability and arousal.

carlos's free hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing your parted lips.

"open your eyes," he commanded softly. "i need to see you." his voice was almost a whimper, a sound which would drive you crazy by the end of the night if kept hearing it and so you obeyed, meeting his intense gaze.

the raw desire you saw there made you shiver as carlos leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

"tell me if it's too much," he whispered before capturing your lips in a searing kiss, one that if his hand was not currently wrapped around your throat would have left you completely breathless.

your leg hooked around his waist, pulling his crotch tighter against yours in the mix of your passionate embrace.

carlos groaned against your mouth, his hips grinding against yours in response, the friction sent sparks of pleasure coursing through your body.

his hand at your throat tightened ever so slightly, the pressure intoxicating, you broke the kiss, gasping for air. "more," you pleaded, your voice husky with desire.

his dark eyes blazed as he looked at you, pupils blown wide with lust and then without warning, he spun you around so you rested on all fours, his crotch pressing against ass as he tugged on your hair to whisper against your ear.

"is this what you want?" he growled, his hand sliding down your side to grip your hip possessively to which you could only whimper in response, overcome by the sensations he was awakening in you.

"answer me," he demanded, his voice rough with desire, his fingers dug into your flesh, sure to leave marks and while you didn't know in the moment, he would kiss them better later, angry at himself for having hurt you.

you gasped, struggling to form words as heat pooled in your core. "y-yes," you finally managed to stammer. "please carlito.."

carlos chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "such a needy little thing," he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck.

his free hand snaked around to caress your stomach, inching lower with agonizing slowness.

you arched into his touch, desperate for more and he responded by grinding against you, his hardness evident through the layers of clothing still separating you.

a moan escaped your lips as carlos nipped at your earlobe. "i'm going to make you scream my name," he promised, his fingers finally reaching their destination.

your breathing hitched as carlos's skilled fingers teased you, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, you clutched at the bed sheets beneath you, arms and legs becoming unstable.

"please," you whimpered, beyond caring how needy you sounded.

carlos chuckled darkly, his lips trailing down your neck. "so impatient," he murmured against your flushed skin, he pulled back slightly, his intense gaze meeting yours over your shoulder as his fingers continued their torturous ministrations.

you squirmed beneath him, desperate for more friction. "tell me what you want," carlos commanded, his voice husky with desire.

"you," you gasped. "i want you. all of you." a wicked grin spread across his face. "as you wish”

carlos's fingers finally relented, drawing a frustrated whine from your lips but your disappointment was short-lived as you felt him shift behind you, his muscular body pressing against yours.

his lips found your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he whispered "are you ready for me, mi amor?"

you nodded frantically, words failing you as anticipation coiled tightly in your core, with agonizing slowness, carlos moved aside the thin soaked fabric of your panties and began to enter you, stretching and filling you exquisitely.

you moaned, low and needy, as he bottomed out, your bodies flush against each other.

"so perfect," carlos groaned, his hips beginning a steady rhythm that had you seeing stars, the only sounds that could be heard within the walls of your hotel room being; the shared moans and gasps that escaped you both, the clapping of his hips against your ass as he pounded into like a rabbit experiencing his first heat and the sticky sound of your arousal.

you pushed back against him, matching his movements and chasing your pleasure.

carlos gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your flesh as he increased his pace, the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall, only adding to the symphony of passion.

you buried your face in the pillow, muffling your cries of ecstasy as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

"god, you feel amazing," carlos panted, his voice husky with desire, he leaned forward, pressing his chest against your back and nipped at your earlobe "fucking made for mi vida"

the change in angle sent sparks of electricity through your body and you shuddered beneath him.

your fingers clutched desperately at the sheets, your knuckles began to turn white as you gripped tighter, a moan escaped your lips, the sound muffled by the pillow beneath you.

carlos's hot breath ghosted across your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "that's it, mi amor," he growled, his hips snapping forward with increased fervor. "let me hear you."

you turned your head, gasping for air as the pleasure built within you, carlos's hand slid down your side, fingers digging into your hip as he pulled you back against him.

the room filled with the sounds of skin on skin, heavy breathing, and desperate whimpers.

"carlos," you breathed, your voice wavering with each thrust. "i'm close... so close..."

he groaned in response, his movements becoming more erratic. "come for me, cariño," he commanded, his lips brushing against your shoulder.

your body tensed as waves of pleasure washed over you, carlos's name escaping your lips in a breathless moan, he held you tightly as you shuddered against him, climax hitting your harder than it ever had before.

you collapsed against the bed, carlos's hips still smacking against your own as he chased the release he so desired.

carlos's pace became more erratic, his breathing ragged as he neared his own peak, fingers digging into your hips, holding you steady as he thrust deeper.

you whimpered softly, oversensitive but reveling in his passion, you clenched around him and carlos's release soon followed, painting your inner walls white with his cum, as a guttural groan escaped him.

carlos had finally found his release, his body tensing as he pulsed inside you, he collapsed beside you, both of you panting heavily.

as your breathing slowed, carlos pulled you close, nuzzling into your neck, his lips brushing agaisnt your skin as he murmured words of affection.

you smiled, feeling sated and cherished in his arms, your fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest as you basked in the afterglow of you lovemaking together.

as your breathing slowly returned to normal, carlos peppered soft kisses along your neck and collarbone. "te amo," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

you turned to face him, drinking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and tousled hair.

"i love you too," you whispered back, tracing your fingers along his jawline, carlos pulled you closer, nuzzling into your hair, the gentle rise and fall of his chest lulled you into a peaceful contentment.

"that was fucking incredible" you breathed and carlos chuckled softly, the vibrations rumbling through his chest. "you're incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

a pleasant shiver ran down your spine as you nestled closer, relishing the warmth of his body against yours, your fingers lazily traced patterns on his skin, mapping the contours of his muscles beneath.

"i never want this moment to end," you sighed, your eyes fluttering closed, carlos's hand found yours, intertwining your fingers. "then let's make it last," he said, his voice low and husky.

he tilted your chin up, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss that made your toes curl, as you melted into the kiss, the world around you faded away, there was only carlos, his touch, his scent, the taste of his lips.

“it’s official you know” you giggled lightly when the kiss finally broke

"what's official?" carlos asked, his eyes dancing with amusement as he gazed at you.

you propped yourself up on one elbow, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. "that we can’t be friends anymore because you've ruined me for anyone else, no one could ever compare to you carlito."

carlos's expression softened, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "good," he said, his thumb gently caressing your skin. "because i don't plan on letting you go, ever."

your heart swelled with emotion and you leaned in to press a tender kiss to his lips, as you pulled back, carlos's eyes roamed your face, drinking in every detail as if committing it to memory.

“you've changed everything" carlos whispered, his voice filled with wonder. "i never knew i could feel this way."

you felt a warmth bloom in your chest at his words. "me neither," you admitted softly “my feelings for you were always the same until i saw you in different light”

you giggled at the thought “look at us, two childhood friends.. falling in love” carlos pulled you closer as his arm tightened around you, pulling you flush against him.

the heat of his skin against yours sent a delicious tingle through your body, you could feel his heart beating steadily beneath your palm, a soothing rhythm that matched your own and hopefully it would continue to match yours forever.

[canirove]

Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 7

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“Olga, do I really have to go with you? I want to go home, I'm shattered.”

“It'll be just a minute. I'll check if I left my wallet in the kitchen and then we can go” she says. “And stop complaining, Liv. You are turning 25 tomorrow, not 80.”

“Feels like it” I sigh. Because today has been chaotic. 

There was a double training session and some meetings going on, which means that I've spent most part of my day making coffees for everyone, going up and down the stairs to deliver them to the offices, and taking meal orders since one of the waiters called in sick and Olga needed help. And as if that wasn't enough, since the game at the Emirates I've been sleeping like shit, constantly having nightmares where my dad finds out about me and Declan and kills him. Literally. In last night's dream he used an axe to do it. 

“I promise I'll be quick” Olga says, opening the cafeteria’s door.

“You better” I reply, following her. 

“Happy birthday!” everyone screams as I walk in.

“Bloody hell!” I yell, my heart on my throat. “What the fuck?”

“Language, Olivia” Madders says. “This is a birthday party!”

“A what?”

“Surprise!” Olga says while hugging me.

“You… you… what?”

“I know your dad said that you don't like celebrating your birthdays, but you only turn a quarter of a century once!”

“Wow, those are some big words for you, Maddison” I laugh.

“So funny, Liv” he replies, rolling his eyes. “Everyone is dying to wish you happy birthday, you know? Sonny made you a card, and I think a certain Spaniard even got you a present…”

“You all seriously need to stop with that.”

“I was talking about Bryan, Liv” Madders smirks. 

“You… Idiot” I say, hitting him in the arm.

“It's not my fault Spanish dudes love you!” he laughs. “Though you prefer them half Irish, don't you?”

“Shut up!”

“Half Irish? What did I miss here?” Olga asks.

“Nothing. James is talking shit as always.”

“Yes, I am” he laughs again. “Anyway, are you coming or not? I can't wait to try the cake. Alex told me it is your favourite, and knowing how obsessed you are with anything with chocolate, I'm sure it'll be amazing.”

“Wait, Alex is here too?” I ask.

“Yep.”

For the past few weeks he's been behaving super weird around me, basically ignoring me, and I still don't know why.

We've known each other our whole lives since my dad and his are best friends and  we live close by, and even though we've had our ups and downs (especially because of my dating life and him not liking any guy I did), he had never been like this. 

“C'mon, Liv. Let's go say hello to your guests” Olga says, linking her arm with mine and walking towards where everyone is. 

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“Happy birthday, dear Olivia… Happy birthday to you!”

“Don't forget about making a wish!” my mum says.

“Done” I smile.

For my actual birthday I'm having a small gathering with my parents, Alex's and him, the usual every year. After partying way past midnight with everyone at work, it is what I needed. Something chill and at home where I can wear my pyjamas, have crazy hair, and where no one will give me a weird look. Though this year my mum forced me to actually look nice since it is a special number.

“I can't believe my baby is 25 already” she says while hugging me. Or while squeezing me against her. “Where has time gone?”

“She was a tiny loud baby not that long ago, and now look at her. My darling is a beautiful, intelligent and wonderful woman I'm very proud of” my dad says.

“Oh, stop it” I say, trying not to get emotional. 

“Should we start with the presents before everyone starts crying?” Alex's mum chuckles.

“I told you I didn't need anything, guys.” 

“This is just a little detail” she smiles.

After opening a few more presents, it's time for my dad to give me his.

“I'm a bit nervous about this” he laughs, giving me a small box. “Hope you like it, darling.”

“Thank you” I say, slowly opening it. Inside it there is a car key, one that obviously has a Tottenham keychain. And under it, there is a note. “Look out the window? What does it mean?”

“It means exactly that. Look out the window” my dad says, nodding towards the big one in our living room.

“Ok…” I say, walking towards it. And then, I see it. It can't be. “Dad, is that… Oh my God, is that a Mini?” 

“It is, darling. Your Mini.”

“What?”

“It's yours, Olivia” my mum says.

“But I… you… how?” I mumble, looking from the car to the key in my hand.

“You've always been obsessed with that car for some reason. So much, that when you got your driving licence, I bought you a small replica of it” my dad says.

“You did, yes” I chuckle. “I still have it in my room.”

“Do you remember what I told you when I gave it to you?” 

“That one day… Oh, dad!” I say, running towards him and hugging him.

“I told you that one day I would buy you the real one, not just a toy. And that day has come” he says, hugging me back. “It isn't new, we couldn't afford it. But it is better than that thing from the Pleistocene you were driving.”

“It is perfect. The Mini, I mean” I say, moving to look at him. “It seriously is. I love you so much, dad. You too, mum.”

“Oh, Olivia” she says, joining our hug. 

“Did you film all that?” I hear Alex's dad say.

“I did” he replies. 

“I probably look so stupid” I laugh.

“You look beautiful, Liv” Alex says. And that was… odd. But whatever. 

“Why don't you kids take the car for a spin?” my dad suggests.

“Now? What about the cake?”

“You and your cakes, Olivia” my mum replies, rolling her eyes. “It will be here when you come back. Just be careful, ok?”

“Ok” I smile. “Thank you. Again” I say, giving my parents another hug. “I love you.”

“And we love you too. Now go, darling” my dad says.

“And Alex, don't let her go too fast.”

“I won't, Mrs. Chapman” he chuckles.

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“Liv, what did your mum say?” 

“Shhh” I reply, speeding up a bit more. 

“If you crash your car on the first day…” Alex laughs.

“That won't happen. I'm gonna take care of him as if he was my son.”

“Is it a boy?”

“It is a boy” I smile. “The most beautiful one.”

“You'll have to give him a name, then.”

“Urgh, I suck at choosing boys names.”

“Is that why all your pets growing up were girls even if they actually weren't?”

“Yep.”

“Then you better not have a son in the future” he laughs again. 

“Yeah” I smile. “I've missed hearing you laugh. Are you ok?” I ask him, slowing down now that we are back in our neighborhood. 

“Uh?”

“You've been avoiding me, Alex.”

“No, I just… I've had a lot going on and to like… Organise my feelings and thoughts.”

“Oh, I see. But is everything ok?”

“Yeah, don't worry. Park over there, I want to give you my present.”

“Ok” I say, doing as he has asked me.

“So… ummm… Liv” Alex says, nervously playing with the small box in his hands. “There is something I have to tell you.”

“I'm all ears.” 

“I… You… We…”

“C'mon, Alex” I say, playfully hitting his arm. “It's me.”

“Yeah, I know. That's why saying this is so difficult. Because it's you.”

“I don't understand.” Why does he look so nervous? I think the last time I saw him like this was when he dared to ask out the hottest girl in our class and she… No. No, no, no, no. He isn't going to…

“I love you, Liv.”

He is. Oh, my God, he is doing it.

“And not like the way you love your dad or a friend. I love you like something else.”

“Alex, I…”

“When I told you that I was trying to like organise my feelings and thoughts, I was talking about you. About what I feel for you. Because I… because I've realized that I've always been in love with you, Liv. That if I've been a prick and disliked all the boys you've dated or been around, it's because I was jealous. Because I wanted to be them. Because I love you.”

“Alex, listen…”

“This is for you” he says, opening the little box and showing me what is inside. A ring. He got me a freaking ring, and one that doesn't look cheap. 

“I can't accept it.”

“It is just a birthday gift, Liv. Nothing else.”

“Nothing else?” I laugh. “You just told me that you love me and now are giving me a ring, Alex. This totally looks like some kind of proposal.”

“Well, if you think about it like that… Then yes. It is a proposal. Liv, do you want to be my girlfriend?”

This can't be real. This has to be another of my nightmares. They all start the same, with something really good happening, and then boom! The killing starts. 

“Alex… I… No.” 

Have you seen that episode of "The Simpsons" where Lisa is dating Ralph, she breaks up with him while being live on tv, and when they are watching it again Bart says something like, look, if you slow it down you can see the exact moment where you break his heart? Well, that is happening right in front of me. 

“I'm very sorry, Alex. But I don't love you. I just like you as a friend.”

Wow, Olivia. Wow. You just delivered the most cliché line ever. 

“I see…” he says, closing the small box and putting it back in his pocket.

“I'm sorry.”

“I heard you the first time, Liv.”

“Ok, umm… I should drive us back home.”

“Is there someone else?”

“What?”

“Are you seeing someone?”

“Maybe...” I say, biting my lower lip. 

“Is it the Spanish guy? The one everyone keeps talking about at work.”

“Who, Pedro?”

“Yeah, him.”

“He isn't anyone from work or related to it.” Which is a lie, but it is best if he doesn't know.

“Oh, ok.” And those are the last words he says to me for the rest of the day.

[scr11bles]

⋆˚࿔ Welcome to the Café! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

hello,my name's emile! how may i take your order? please pick your fandom and take a look at the menu below and tell me what you'd like!

(don't see something you like? ask anyways and i'll do it within reason or add it to the menu in the future :3)

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⋆˚࿔ Who/What do I write for? 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

- call of duty

- elden ring

- the boys

- dc

- marvel

- certain anime/manga (just ask!)

-tf2

-rdr2

-bg3

-arcane

-dbh

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⋆˚࿔ Menu: 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

- cappuccino: "Please let me help you."

- latte: "Not in this lifetime."

- frappuccino: "Can we skip the fight this time, please?"

- mocha: "Sorry for waking you up, go back to sleep."

- americano: (other chara talking to chosen character) "You're in love with her/him/them, aren't you?"

- doppio: "It's 3 in the morning, what're you doing here?"

- macchiato: "You said you liked it, so I got it for you."

- ristretto: "Everyone already thinks we're dating."

- affogato: "You're dangerous."

- oolong tea: "I've wanted to ask you for a while now, but I didn't know how."

- chai: "Wanna go get a drink?"

- chamomile tea: "No, I'm not jealous"

⋆˚࿔With a side of.......

- cheesecake: enemies to lovers

- chocolate cake: forced proximity

- apple pie: friends to lovers

- chocolate chip cookie: fluff

-shortbread cookie: angst

- not in stock: (senders request for a specific trope)

- on the house: writers choice!

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⋆˚࿔ 18+ Menu: 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ (minors please DNI)

- espresso martini: "I've met strays who are more obedient than you."

- irish coffee: "Fuck, that's a good girl."

- mudslide: "You gonna beg f'me?"

-prairie buzz: "Use your teeth."

- tequila espresso: "I didn't think you'd be so responsive."

- kirsch au café: "God- Do that again."

- italian espresso: "Try to stay quiet, understand?"

⋆˚࿔With a side of.......

- black forest gateau: cockwarming

-chocolate macaron: rough sex

- vanilla macaron: gentle sex

- matcha gateau: age gap

- tiramisu: oral sex (specify which side)

- chocolate cherry cake: sugar daddy

-lemon cheesecake: body worship (specify which side)

[bitchyfoxymama]

What I think my favorite characters smell like headcannons

Note: these are some of my personal favorite characters. Which means it'll range from marvel to slashers to Stranger things!

Warnings: mentions of Bo murdering, weed

...

Steven Grant

Smells like books, coffee and egyptian cotton. Its just so homey, you wanna wrap yourself up in the scent and stay there forever. I feel like he also occasionally smells like good quality chocolate.

Marc Spector

Smells like cinnamon and vanilla. He also smells like lemon pound cake or something citrus and i cant explain why, i just believe he does.

Jake Lockley

Jake smells like cigarettes and leather gloves. Also he smells mahogany and bourbon. Like its just so him yeah know

Jack Russell

Wet dog. Hold on though, its not a bad thing ok, but he also smells like coffee and forest. Its a pleasant mix that makes you feel all comfortable and secure. He also smells like mountain mist which goes back him living in the woods with ted

Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington smells like hairspray, cashmere musk with a hint of cinnamon. Also i get the vibe he smells like really smokey after shave and maybe honey

Eddie Munson

Smells like Hemp seed as well as really good weed. He also smells like a cheap drugstore cologne that he five finger discounted one day, it's kinda woodsy and a lil spicy with a hint of musk. He wears it every time he has a gig with corroded coffin. And Irish spring

Vincent Sinclair

Totally out of left field but he smells like lavender and like those really good quality waxes? Like bees wax, and like chamomile tea that he drinks after being in the workshop all day.

Bo Sinclair

Cigarettes, blood, motor oil, suede and smoke with like a little hint of wax because he's always around the art that vincent creates. The blood scent isn't constant, he showers and it's gone and it's replaced by the woody scent of his body wash and the cigarettes he's always smoking.

Thomas Sawyer

Smells like fresh dried laundry more specifically laundry that is dried in the fresh air? Like luda mae didnt raise no stinky boys. He's also got this natural musk that just melds perfectly with it. Also kinda smells like dirt, like hes gardened and ahhhh just *chef kiss*

[tessathegamefreak]

Tessa? I've been wondering?

What are the candy themes of some of the fusions we got so far? Like, since some of the fusions have a Sugar Rush character in it, what are their candy themes?

Kaneko (Kane Candy and Neko fusion)

Princess Nillacream (Princess Vanellope and Neko fusion)

Camillaron (Theresa and Coalette fusion)

Dalgona (Giul and Berre fusion)

Andres (Lucas and Nala fusion)

Idris (Steep and Nala fusion)

Stella (Steep and Clara fusion)

Good question, my Nintendo-fanatic Neko, hehe!

Kaneko: Assorted Candies, specifically the ones that are pink. Since Kane isn't originally from Sugar Rush, his assorted candy theme isn't authentic. Fusing with Neko only gave their theme a specific color

Princess Nillacream: Birthday Cake Pudding. Neko fusing with Princess Vanellope added a delicious cream element to the Princess' varied theme.

Camillaron: Chocolate Macarons. Theresa's theme is typically based off bite-sized chocolates, but Coalette's half-French origins causes her theme to focus more on the macaron element.

Dalgona: Strawberry Dalgona Coffee [Yes, the item they are based off of is their name]. Giul is based on coffee flavored gelatos. Fusing with Berre gave his theme a fruity twist, shifting his typically chilled theme to a frothy whipped drink.

Andrés: Green Apple flavored Salsaghetti and green chamoy. Lucas' theme is typically based on all tamarind candies, but fusing with Nala gave his theme a green color, for some reason...

Idris: Irish Tea. It should be noted that Steep wasn't actually made with a tea theme, he just adopted it. However, fusing with Nala makes his tempting inhibitions feel stronger. They both share the same bad habits, and thus they are twice as likely to endure them. Idris identifies with the Irish Tea theme because Irish Tea is known for its strong, robust flavor and high caffeination [some people even put alcohol in their Irish Tea]

Stella: Milk Oolong Tea. With the same case as Idris, Stella's theme is only assumed. Fusing with Clara has made Steep more alert, and metaphorically adds a sweet milky flavor to his theme.

Hope this all does well by you ;3

[greatestbakery]

Know Before Buying an Irish Coffee Chocolate Birthday Cake

Here are a few things you must know before you buy an Irish coffee chocolate birthday cake. To order fresh cream cakes and online delivery, call Greatest Bakery.

[forkfulofflavor]

Baileys & Coffee Cupcakes Ingredients: Cupcakes: 1 3/4 cups (207g) cake flour, spooned & leveled 2 teaspoons espresso powder 3/4 teaspoon baking powder 1/4 teaspoon baking soda 1/4 teaspoon salt 1/2 cup (113g) unsalted butter, softened to room temperature 1 cup (200g) granulated sugar 3 large egg whites, at room temperature 1 1/2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract 1/3 cup (80g) sour cream or plain yogurt, at room temperature 1/4 cup (60ml) strong black coffee, cooled to room temperature 1/3 cup (80ml) Baileys Irish Cream Baileys Coffee Buttercream: 1 cup (226g) unsalted butter, softened to room temperature 4 cups (480g) confectioners’ sugar 1/2 teaspoon espresso powder (optional) 3 tablespoons (45ml) Baileys Irish Cream 1 1/2 tablespoons strong black coffee, cooled to room temperature Pinch of salt Optional garnish: chocolate sprinkles Directions: Preheat the oven to 350°F (177°C). Line a 12-cup muffin pan with cupcake liners, and a second pan with 2 liners as this recipe makes about 14 cupcakes. Set aside. Prepare the dry ingredients: Whisk together the cake flour, espresso powder, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Set aside. Using a stand or handheld mixer with a paddle attachment, cream the butter on high speed until smooth and creamy, about 1 minute. Add the sugar and beat on high for 2 minutes until light and fluffy. Mix in the wet ingredients: Add the egg whites and vanilla extract, beating until combined. Add the sour cream and mix until fully incorporated. Scrape down the sides of the bowl as needed. With the mixer on low speed, gradually add the dry ingredients, followed by the coffee and Baileys. Mix until just combined—avoid over-mixing. Fill the cupcake liners about 2/3 full to prevent overflowing. Bake for 19-22 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean. Allow to cool completely before frosting. Prepare the Baileys Coffee Buttercream: Beat the butter on medium speed for 2 minutes until creamy. Add the confectioners’ sugar, espresso powder (if using), Baileys, and coffee. Beat on low speed for 30 seconds, then increase to medium-high speed for 2 minutes until light and fluffy. Adjust consistency as needed by adding more confectioners’ sugar or Baileys. Add a pinch of salt to balance sweetness. Frost the cooled cupcakes and garnish with chocolate sprinkles if desired. Prep Time: 20 minutes | Cooking Time: 20 minutes | Total Time: 40 minutes Kcal: 340 kcal per cupcake | Servings: 14 cupcakes Baileys & Coffee Cupcakes are a decadent dessert perfect for any coffee and Irish Cream lover. The cupcakes are infused with strong black coffee and smooth Baileys Irish Cream, creating a rich, moist cake with a delicate crumb. Topped with a luscious Baileys Coffee Buttercream, each bite delivers a harmonious blend of coffee and cream, making this treat both indulgent and satisfying. Whether you're serving these cupcakes at a party or enjoying them as an afternoon indulgence, they’re sure to impress. The added touch of chocolate sprinkles elevates the presentation, making these cupcakes not only delicious but also a visual delight. Pair them with a cup of coffee for the ultimate experience!

[feverinfeveroutfic]

The Confectioner’s Tale | Chapter Six

feliz dia dos mortos e descansa em paz, as we say in portugal 🌹💀

I had written a letter to Ben. Even though I said I had never met him, I had lied about that all to protect myself from the lies that surround me. I actually did meet the man.

In the period just after our first meeting with one another, and at the time, I swore up and down that it was only to reach him and tell him how much I liked him. But the feelings burrowed in even deeper than that, however.

I had a crush on him. I had the weirdest crush on him as it had manifested in a way that needed some kind of explanation.

I had gone to Seattle to shadow a colleague of mine, Anne-Marie Blackwood, prior to then. I had been vying to shadow her for some time, partly because she had the last name of Blackwood, which was my family name on my maternal grandmother’s side, and naturally, I believed that she and I were related.

I was eager to meet her as she and I had spoken over the phone and she seemed all the more elated to have me under her wing for about six months. Next thing I knew, I had been whisked up to the Pacific Northwest, by myself and with only a few bucks to my name. Anne-Marie picked me up and drove me over to her bakery in Burien with the view out to the Puget Sound and the islands, and I was hungry to show her some of my signatures.

The chocolate babka. The coffee and chocolate Swiss roll with the jaguar print on the cake part. The Irish coffee chocolate cake, the very same I had made for Pete and his band. The New York cheesecake, the very same that I had made for Alex and his band. My earl grey and lavender cookies in the shape of bats. The double chocolate muffins, which I had christened the “Souls of Black” muffins given their richness and darkness and the fact I had made them with sensual black cocoa.

I loved her bakery within mere minutes of walking inside the front door, from the soft creamy white shelves lined with bright pink all around us to the fact the place smelled like sugar even when I knew nothing was being made as of yet.

I had to pick and choose which things I could make for her, and thus, I decided on the babka and the muffins. The muffins were going to be simple enough, and thus, I made them when the babka was rising in the loaf tin.

“You are so industrious,” she remarked at the point in which I had tucked the muffins into the oven.

“I try my best,” I assured her as I wiped my hands on my apron.

It took me quite a bit of time to realize this, but the truth of the matter was that I had been boy crazy for my entire life. Everything I did was driven by the fact that I was boy crazy, and it showed up in my baking in particular. I had named my muffins after a song that Alex’s band had done well before I even met him: after I had made them the cheesecake for them, I remembered the muffins and I had a feeling that I should’ve made those for them instead. I made my Swiss roll because I had a crush on three British men who used to live near me and they all drove these gorgeous black Jaguars, and they always looked so villainous driving them.

I couldn’t help the feeling. I especially loved boys who liked to eat and it was obvious that they liked to eat, too. I loved boys but I was always too afraid to really talk to them. I always thought that if I could bake or make something for them, I could insinuate the feeling to them.

My three British boys got the message with the jaguar roll, and I knew I would have to take the muffins to Alex at some point or another.

No sooner had I taken the babka out of the oven when he walked into the bakery. This tall wiry fellow who looked as though he had gained about thirty pounds with a head of thick dark hair and a cute dimple in his chin and even cuter dimples in his cheeks when he smiled. He was wrapped in a faded black leather jacket and when I walked into the front part of the bakery to greet him, I let my eyes wander down to his protruding belly, and then up to the crown of bushy wiry hair upon his head.

Perhaps it was mere limerence but I could not deny my feelings, however.

I had always loved men with long lush hair, but I was going to make an exception for him, however. I was going to make an exception for the big tall man who had walked into the room with the dimpled smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye, as if he was about to tempt me and take me under his wing back to the castle.

I won’t have your baby but I’ll make love to your body and tickle the both of us.

“Smells really good in here,” he told me in a low gruff voice. I could smell the cigarettes on the black leather, the way it cut through the lush aroma of the babka and the muffins like a knife. I tried to not make a face: I figured that if I could like a boy, especially one who was as tall, dark, and handsome as him, then I could put up with the smell of the ashtray on his person.

I was very attracted to him, almost by mere chance and by one mere glance in his direction.

Anne-Marie had given him a chocolate croissant but he had his eye on the chocolate babka I brought out from the back to show her. He also had his eye on the little bites that I had sloughed off from the ends of the rolled up dough before I split it in two and braided them.

“This is just something to show off to my new boss here,” I told him, and he eyed the tight coil laced with dark chocolate and topped with a few partially melted chocolate chips on top on the cookie sheet before me.

“You better hire her,” he told Anne-Marie with a quick gesture to me. “Something coiled up like that and smells that spectacular, you better hire this little lady.”

He had left the room before I could offer him a slice or one of the babka bites. Besides, he had that pain du chocolat firmly in hand, but he had tickled my fancy, and I began thinking about baking for him. I had the memory of leaving the bakery for a moment to find him down on the harbor, still with the croissant in hand and still in anticipation of the ferry back over to the islands. I had six months up there in Seattle, six months beginning in the start of a rather hot summer into the first colorful leaves of autumn and the first heavy rain of the Christmas season. Six months and I had all the details in the form of the wooden spoon in hand as well as the flour on my hands.

I wasn’t going to set up my bakery near Bainbridge Island because as flippant as I am, I’m not that girl. Even after I wrote up my letter to him and discovered him, and things played out between us, I wasn’t going to do that to him or to myself.

The ghosts of the past were ghosts for a reason. The ghosts of the past shown up in the form of four guys donned in black and green as well as the souls of black.

And I still had more baked goods to show them, even if their time in the City of Angels was limited to that weekend. But the voices still surrounded me, and I still had two guys to fetch even if the memory of Ben haunted me to that day.

It wasn’t because I had the Halloween decorations up for a great deal of time. It was this accusation started because somewhere along the way, I had been caught with some sort of body count. There was this assumption that because I liked a man, a number of men, I was willing to kill him and stir him into the baked goods. I had that assumption following me around no matter what I did, that I was the whore of the block. It earned me my reputation as well as the bizarre fear that pervaded all around me.

I had made a decadent coil all around the devil, and I had to find ways to shed the skin once again.

There I was in my bakery again, stirring up the beginnings of the batter for cheese and rosemary scones as well as dark and white chocolate scones for the next day, and I found myself thinking of Ben again. It felt so long since I had written my letter to him, such that I could hardly remember everything that I had told him. It didn’t help matters that I wrote it to him rather late at night, and after a long day at Anne-Marie’s bakery.

All I remembered was it had been a hot day following Fourth of July weekend, and we had to make all manner of things for a street fair the week afterwards. She and I had received word that he planned on joining us and taking some things with him back to the island as well as his bar over in Ballard. I had yet to visit all the neighborhoods in Seattle, but I knew Ballard was nearby. I put out the rosemary scones to cool off before I moved onto the chocolate ones, and I thought about finding my way over there to at the very least see this bar and perhaps find out the full scoop of things there.

I thought about the corsage I had been given, and Ben crossed my mind again. The corsage plus the sprigs of rosemary. The smell of rosemary combined with the smoky nature of that bar always reminded me of him, even after everything that had happened between me and him, and even after I had moved back to Los Angeles and found these new guys and earned my reputation. 

The buttoned up baker who sank her claws into men and then baked them into those breads and cakes. The innocuous baker from a small town in rural California when the sheer amount of serial killers and loose women hailing from small towns was shocking but not shocking at all once one emerged from the woodwork.

How do you tell someone whom you love very much, “I don’t want to see you anymore because you upset me.” Tenderly, with a rose and a chocolate babka, laced with a tablespoon of brewed coffee and a kiss of cinnamon to accentuate the flavors and so they can still feel your warmth even when you’re not there anymore, straight out of the oven? In a joking manner, thrown in during the thick of hearty laughter.

Or do you just let it go? Do you just let it all sit and collect in the form of two dozen scones, one batch savory and cheesy and belonging atop a beef stew and the other the near exact color scheme of a Jewish guitarist’s hair?

It really was amazing what came out during the crafting process, and more so when I cut the scones free from the slightly slack dough and placed them on the lightly floured baking sheet. And I hoped that all of those men were still in the southland by the time the timer finished out in time.

[dastardlydyke]

got started on an adhd hyper focus rabbit hole and got myself an entire coffee bar set up.

smooth 7 dupe: (espresso, milk, white chocolate sauce, irish creme syrup)

birthday cake matcha: shot of matcha, ice, milk, white chocolate sauce and cupcake syrup

[emilieautumnarchives]

Keeping Austin Wierd!! or Some Borders Are Meant To Be Crossed…

Posted: March 23, 2006 Archived from BonnyTymePyrate’s Journal Archives

Well, well, well…what happens when goth girls and comedians unite? Floods and earthquakes, that’s what!

Or just a lot of drunkenness, refusals of invitations to urinate on people, multiple chocolate cakes, hyperventilation, sweet sweet metal, and enough laughter to make your face hurt for a very long time and halt those suicidal thoughts for at least three hours.

SXSW: home to a million bands whom I did not see because why? Because I was drinking with YOU! That’s right, you. You know who you are, you beautifully intoxicated brethren of Austin.

Originally, I was merely going to SXSW to burn things and hopefully get arrested with friends from Adult Swim:Cartoon Network.

But I ended up onstage playing the “Kaftka: Rock Opera” from Home Movies with my “great pal” and fellow goofball, Brendon Small. Which was odd, because the first thing I’d ever seen on HM was that particular episode years ago, and I think I tuned in just in time to say to myself “what the fuck is this? someone’s skimmed through Metamorphosis!”…but nothing could have rocked harder than having the honor of doing the fancypants-licks in the DETHKLOK theme song. DETHKLOK is a new show coming soon on the Swim, a cartoon about a death metal band, and I was pleased to join co-creators Brendon and Tommy onstage to accompany them on my shredolin and be “metal slut,” a part I think I’m particularly well-suited for.

Pictured here: Brendon and Tommy drink their pre-show nerves away with Dave from Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Sure, it’s water, guys…sure.

I have another method of warmup, and it involves proving just how sexy being double jointed can be. It’s working right? Right?

This guy seemed to like it:

After a bit of gear checking (thanks Troy D!!!), we were ready to ROCK!

Brendon and Tommy start things off, warming up their voices to some delightfully nasty language. I’m so trying that next show.

I had thought it would be funny if I were introduced as some goth chick they found strung out in their hotel room when they arrived in TX. I was too busy looking metal to hear what they actually said, but I’m sure it was something at least as unflattering.

And here I come:

And here we go, performing the DETHKLOK theme song from a very diagonal angle:

Look at that shred, his bloody guitar’s on fire…murder!!

If you’ve seen my show, you know that I spend more time on the ground than I do standing upright. And I’ve got the scars to prove it.

Dave comes up to do a bit involving the Aqua Teen characters, including an interview with “Carl”…awesome…

The DK gentlemen were brilliant, awesome, inspiring, and I tried my very best to stay in “metal bitch” character, but it was tough when all I wanted to do was laugh and roll around on the floor. They did a bunch of songs from the show, including a metalized coffee jingle which went over particularly well (do you folks like COFFFEEEEEEEEE!!!!!).

And finally, at the show’s end, having a shred-off during the Kaftka piece.:

After the show with my new best friend, Keith “Fuckin’ A!” Crofford, Adult Swim’s illustrious producer:

There happened to be a band playing before us called The Black Irish (and may I thank you gentlemen for giving that phrase new meaning for me…) in which was a lovely fiddler boy called Mark, but we’ll just call him “Mark” to protect the guilty. After the show, it was decided that “Mark” and I should have a fiddle-off, and it went something like this:

I’d now like to leave you with perhaps the best picture in the world. That’s right, this beautiful poster that we saw while strolling around the town, weaving our way between look-alike indie rockers and buying Cannibal Corpse posters just because we could. Note the composition. Note the boy with the gun. Note the beautifully placed gum on the boy’s hat. Note that funky owl. Note the Kristofferson. And take this away with you, my sweet friends, in all seriousness. “Some borders ARE meant to be crossed.” But for scientifically experimental purposes only…

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With all my sweetest metalCakes,

Your EA

ps Thank you so much David B. for the photos!

[isleofdarkness]

I would like to give every single one of the mim kiddos their comfort food and a weighted blanket in a nice small dark space with only one door

Not to be dramatic but every single Mim kid would now kill for you. I hope you realize this means I'm gonna tell you everyone's comfort food.

Maverick; rose hips. There are climbing roses at Dragon Hall and she used to take breaks from studying all the time to eat the rose hips. And Facilier never got angry at her for eating all of the rose hips. In fact, he started bringing in rose hip jams and jellies from the woods and giving it to her on toast so that she wouldn't need to go out of her way. It was one of her first good childhood memories.

Mordred; chokecherries. As a child, fae would sneak out all the time and break into Grimhilde's overgrown garden to see the stars, and fae would always snack on the chokecherries growing there. Fae thinks of it as faer first taste of freedom

Mara; chocolate, preferably dark. Like Riah she has a huge sweet tooth, and dark chocolate was the only sweet she could have for more of her life because Mim kept it for when they got migraines or PMS. She'd sneak down to the kitchen and eat as much of it as she possibly could.

Maddy; apple chips. Those were the closest thing she's ever had to a snack and they were always a reward for a job well done. They taste like her grandmother's approval.

Molly; tiny egg salad sandwiches. Only the tiny ones, the big ones don't have the same vibe

Malachi; coffee beans. He likes to just eat straight coffee beans. Do not judge him.

Malcolm; dandelion roots. After he helped Evie she was teaching him about plants and mentioned how pretty much every part of the dandelion could be eaten, pulling one out of the soil to show him which parts. Upon hearing the roots could be eaten, he tugged off one of the roots and popped it into his mouth. Evie laughed at him and told him that he was supposed to wash it off first, and her laughter was one of the most beautiful sounds he'd ever heard.

Malvolia- fire cakes. Fire cakes are basically mixing flour and water, putting it on a flat stone, and putting that stone into a fire until the "cakes" "bake." It started as a survival trick but she put so much effort into telling Morwenna that these things were the best ever (Morwenna, like children are, was picky but this was all they had) that Malvolia actually started to love them.

Morwenna- fire cakes because Malvolia loves them and it's something the two share.

Mace- clover. Mace saw the bunnies eating clover, decided to try it, and now he loves it.

Madrigal and Morpheus- salicornia. The two love having the freedom to explore and find edible plants. Salicornia was the first plant Uma taught them so it has a special place in their hearts

Mage- wild onion

Mallory- wild carrot

Mavis- anything with peanut butter

Maxine- pinecones purely for the looks of horror

Mystica- tuna

Morrigan- bread dipped in olive oil

Morticia- elderberries

Mildred- literally any food comforts it

Mabuz- kudzu. Mabuz is the only thing saving the Isle from Death By Kudzu

Midnight- black-eyed susans

Michael- queen anne's lace

Malacoda- wild lettuce

Mora- wild mint

Maddox- Irish mint

[sobredunia]

hgi i have a spanish exam in like 3 hours that i didnt study for can u beam the knowledg into my brain 🙏

Uhhh u asked this when I was asleep lmao so you're gonna get a bunch of food bc yes

Carne = meat

Verduras = vegetables

Postre = dessert

Dulces = sweets

Jamón = ham

Pescado = fish

Azúcar = sugar

Miel = honey (the name of my cat!! :D)

Sopa = soup

Hielo = ice

Melón = melon

Sandía = watermelon

Chuche/caramelo = candy (singular)

Tarta = cake

Chocolate = chocolate

Pollo = chicken

Leche = milk

Papas = chips (crisps if you're British/Irish)

Patata = potato

Patatas fritas = french fries

Tomate = tomato

Pepino = cucumber

Cereales = cereal

Ciruela = prune

Naranja = orange (it also means the color)

Manzana = apple

Tomate frito = marinara sauce

Yogur = yogurt

Pera = pear

Melocotón = peach

Gamba = shrimp

Arroz = rice

Café = coffee (what you guys call a cafe or a coffee shop we call cafeteria)

Piña = pineapple

Pulpo = octopus

Calamar = squid

Pan = bread

Tostada = toast

Huevo = egg

Lechuga = lettuce

Brócoli = brocoli

Salchicha = sausage

Conejo = rabbit (yes we eat them)

Salmón = salmon

Atún = tuna

Almeja = clam

Ostra = oyster

Langosta/langostino = lobster

Berenjena = eggplant

Calabacín = zuccini

Calabaza = pumpkin

Agua = water

[glorious-spoon]

Top 5 desserts

new york style cheesecake

chocolate cake, specifically my mom's recipe, which is very chocolatey and rich and not particularly sweet

lemon meringue pie

raspberry sorbet

irish coffee (totally counts)

to be completely honest, i am not really much of a desserts person, and will usually skip it for coffee or a drink, but every once in a while i enjoy it!

(ask me my top 5 of anything!)