chocolat mousse

french baking vocabulary

faire [du pain] - bake [bread]

faire fondre - to melt

refroidir - to cool down

fouetter - to wisp

mélanger - to mix

le moule - the baking mold/tin 

mettre à cuire - bake (in the oven)

le sucre - sugar

la farine - the flour

sucre en poudre - powdered sugar 

le beurre - the butter

les oeufs (l’oeuf) - the eggs

le lait - the milk

le chocolat - the chocolate

la vanille - the vanilla

le gâteau - the cake

le macaron - the macaron

le croissant - the croissant

le gâteau au chocolat - the chocolate cake

la mousse au chocolat - the chocolate mousse  

[changeable] ! please correct me if i’m wrong !

my dream is to become that old lady that always have fresh baked bread when people come over and is known to bake the best kinds of bread :) 

First date

Okay, this imagine is not only the longest that I’ve written but also the one I’ve spent hours with. 4 hours I needed for it but I’m honestly proud of this work. Hopefully, you guys will like it too. Please give me some feedback, I really appreciate evry opinon. Sorry for typos and grammar mistakes. Enjoy my lovelies! Btw, Harry looks like the picture above in the story! (Both pics are not mine!)

“How are you feeling, babe?” (Y/N)’s best friend asked her as (Y/N) was observing herself in front of the mirror for the last time. To say that she was nervous was an understatement, she was hell terrified of the upcoming night even though there was no reason to be. Deep down she knew everything would go just fine and she had not have to be worried about it at all. But still, her legs were so shaky that (Y/N) felt like they would give up steadying her when she even dared to walk. And not to mention her heart. Her heart beat increased faster, threatening to rip off her chest in two the more she thought about the date she would have in an hour. She took a deep breath to calm down her nerves, to get rid off of the uncertainty that was consuming her. Breathe in, breathe out. Relax. She reminded herself nonstop. How bad could it be? It was just a date.

Yes, it was just a date but which girl would not freak out if she was asked for a date by the one and only Harry Styles?

She was still perplexed if she was being honest. How come that someone like Harry wanted to date somebody like her?

(Y/N) turned around and a pout appeared on her lips as she looked at the black dress that adorned her body. She wore it only on certain occasions or when it came to important events that she had to attend. She was never the type of girl who liked to be overdressed to be fancied by a man. No, she always stuck to natural beauty, preferring a less amount of makeup on her face even though her job was contrary to what she usually held on to. She was a makeup artist, working alongside Lou Teasdale, a very close friend of Harry’s. That’s how she met him.

Lou once took her on a  gathering where her famous friends met each other, among them were people like Nick Grimshaw or Lottie Tomlinson. (Y/N) was quite honored to meet each one of them, but when she was face to face with Harry Styles it honestly felt like she achieved at least something in her life. Okay, that was definitely an exaggeration but it really gave her that feeling. She was a fan of him you can say.

“Do you think I look slutty?” (Y/N) questioned her friend. Her ass was sticking out obviously too much for her liking and matter how much her friend tried to convince her that she looked fine and sexy as fuck, she couldn’t stop doubting it.

“Slutty? Are you kidding me? You don’teven wear something that makes you look like a slut. Geeze, you look more like a nun if you ask me.”

(Y/N) threw her pillow at her friend who had a cheeky grin on her lips.

“Not funny.” She mumbled, turning around to face her reflection and adjusted her dress.

“ Relax, it was just a joke, girl. Calm down. You look really good and Harry will definitely fall down on his knees because he’ll be so overwhelmed by your amazing beauty. Hell, if I was gay I would totally want to date you. I mean those boobs and this ass-wow! ”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at her, shaking her head. ”I don’t feel like I’m okay. Maybe I should call off?”

“No way this is happening!” Her friend called outraged, standing up from the bed she was sitting on the whole time and placing herself behind (Y/N).  With laying her hands on her shoulders she continued speaking. “You’re going to on that date and you’re going to have so much fun, okay? Babes, I totally know how you’re feeling and I understand. If Harry Styles asked me out I would have probably burned down an entire city out of happiness but I promise it’s going to the best date that you’ve ever had. And the sex you will have afterwards will be mind-blowing, I’m sure.”

“I’m not going there to get laid and neither plan on doing it.” (Y/N) replied, an annoyed tone underlined her statement.

“But you can’t deny that you haven’t wasted a thought on it.” Both girls laughed because it was indeed a true fact and (Y/N) reminded herself of why she loved her so dearly. (Y/F/N) always did everything to cheer her up, to put a smile on her face. In her hardest times she was there for (Y/N), wiped off her tears ,never left her side for once and supported her countless of times. (Y/F/B) was more like a sister to her. A sister she never had. They were so close and a lot of experiences and memories bonded them to each other.

“Come on, let’s finish getting you ready.” (Y/F/N) suggested and led her to the dressing table where she made (Y/N)’s hair and makeup.


Meanwhile, somewhere in London in a fancy and quite expensive penthouse, a young man went back and forth to check up if everything was prepared and was going well as he planned. Harry spent hours in his kitchen to prepare a delicious meal for his date and he was quite proud of himself. Hopefully, (Y/N) would like it.

He took a look at the dining table which he decorated with two plates, forks, knives and wine glasses a few minutes prior. He also made sure to scatter some rose petals on the table and he even lightened two red candles. With the soft music playing in the background, a very romantic atmosphere was created, exactly how Harry wanted it. Normally, he was not a romantic guy in his opinion but the sight in front of him proved that he could be if he gave a little bit of effort.

Checking up the time, which told him that he had no longer than fifteen minutes, Harry hurried to the kitchen and took the dessert he made out of the fridge. Mousse-au-chocolat with raspberries on top.

He placed it on the dining table and voila, the evening could begin. He immediately ran to the bathroom to check up himself. Running his hands through his messy hair, he tried to fix them so at least it looked like something. With spraying a few splashes of his favorite cologne before, he brushed his teeth afterwards.

Harry couldn’t remember when it was the last time he had been so excited for a date. With his busy schedule in the past, the touring, the interviews and songwriting in the past, he never had the time to get to know somebody or ask them out. His busy lifestyle never allowed him to find somebody that he liked very much and to date her. Even though he talked to (Y/N) only a few times when Lou brought her to the gatherings, he knew she was something special. The first moment he laid his eyes on her he just wanted to make sure that no one except for him could make a move on her. He wanted to make her his. He would love to call her his girlfriend sometime, to introduce her to his family and friends. Yet he was afraid of how the media and the fans would react if they ever found out but at the end they had to live with the fact.

“You already think like she was yours.” He mumbled to himself, fixing his white shirt, wrinkling its sleeves up to his elbows.

He was wondering how the night would end. Before he dared to ask her out for a date, he’d been a nervous wreck. He was scared she would turn him down. But as a “Yes” escaped her beautiful lips, Harry was so relieved he could have jumped out of happiness. However, in front of her colleagues, he thought it was a good idea not to do it. He felt like he had already embarrassed her in front of them.

At point 8 PM, Harry perceived a knock on his door and he breathed in and out deeply as he went to open it.

(Y/N) who was standing behind the door patiently, tried to stay calm. All the way long to Harry’s she reassured herself that everything was going to be just fine and she would enjoy the night with him. Her hands became slightly sweaty as she heard footsteps reaching the door.

“Here we go.” She mumbled under her breath. She put on a smile on her lips as the door was finally opened.

But her smile slightly faded as she faced him. Her heart stopped its beating and she felt a huge amount of warmth spreading through her whole body. She was out of words. He looked absolutely handsome. Beautiful. Angelic.

He wore a white shirt and she could see the outlines of his tattoos underneath. His legs were adorned by tight black jeans and black boots covered his feet.

But she wasn’t the only one who was speechless and knocked out of breath. Harry, Harry was totally mesmerized by her, blinded by her beauty. He could have indeed fallen on his knees in front of her, just like (Y/F/N) predicted. Her normally straight hair was curled and that black dressed fitted to her body perfectly. She was absolutely breath-taking.

The two of them stared into each other’s eyes for a while before (Y/N) could regain herself and made the first move.

“Hello Harry.” She smiled at him with slight red cheeks. His gaze on her was warm but she still felt uncomfortable.

“(Y/N)…” He only breathed out. He knew he made a fool himself right now by staring at her instead of inviting her in but who could blame him? “You look- (Y/N), you’re- wow.” That was it. Just wow. Gorgeous.

“Thanks.” (Y/N) replied sheepishly. “You look handsome yourself. May I come in?”

“Of course, of course.” Harry stepped aside so she had full access to enter his fancy penthouse.

“May I take your jacket?” He asked her, helping her out of it like the gentleman that he is.

(Y/N) thanked him for his kindness and Harry led her to the living room. Her eyes widened as she entered the room. Everything looked so elegant and just like Harry but it seemed hella expensive. Even the furniture. (Y/N) didn’t want to know how much he probably had spent for the couch she was sitting on.

“Do you want something to drink?” Harry inquired. “Water, wine, juice?”

“Thanks, I’m fine.” (Y/N) responded.

“How was the ride?”

“It was okay.” She offered him another smile. “I just had some difficulties with finding the address. But I’m glad I made it on time.”

“I’m sorry about that.” Harry said, returning the smile (Y/N) gave him. So beautiful, he thought.

“No need to apologize. I’m here now.”

They had a small conversation of how they had been in the past weeks and what they had been doing before Harry invited her to the dining room. (Y/N)’s eyes went wide open as she saw the beautiful decorated dining table. Just like how she imagined it to be.

“Harry…” She spoke, touched by his effort. “You really didn’t have to do that. I would have been fine with take outs as well.”

“You’re worth more than just take outs, (Y/N).” He said, pushing her chair back slight so she could take a place. “And you’re a terrible lair.”

“I’m not-“

“Do you want some wine?” Harry cut her off, pointing to a bottle of red wine in his hand.

“Sure, I would love to.” He tilted the bottle carefully and poured some wine in her glass. They clinked their glasses and took a gulp of it.

Placing her glass next to her plate, (Y/N) glanced at the meal in front of her. Harry had prepared pesto pasta with grilled chicken and it looked so alluringly delicious to her. She probably could never prepare such a meal. She was quite clumsy when it came to cooking. She admired his cooking skills. Maybe he could teach her how to cook sometime.

“You can start if you want to.” Harry offered and (Y/N) obeyed, taking a small bite from her plate. Harry observed her features intensely as she chew the food in her mouth. He was insecure how she would find it. With the look on her face he could neither tell that she liked or that she hated it.

(Y/N) however didn’t mean to make him feel that way. She only needed time to enjoy the food she was tasting. And it tasted heavenly.

“Not bad, Styles.” She said with her thumps up and Harry let out a relieved breath. “I’m impressed.”

“May I say something?”


“You almost gave me a heart attack.” Harry laughed. “I thought I did bad.”

“Oh no…I’m sorry. It tastes really delicious.” (Y/N) blushed. “I never ate something cooked by a male and it is very admirable how you managed it.”

“Thank you.”  Harry responded. At the same time he felt honored and proud of himself because he was the first man in (Y/N)’s life who cooked for her.

While eating, they talked about different stuff. Harry was very interested in her life which he showed by asking her numerous of questions. He got to know her family and friends, the people she grew up with and the ones who made her the person she was today. Harry watched her in awe as she passionately spoke about her job and stuff that she liked because he loved the shine that formed in her eyes. Inwardly he really hoped that one day he would be also the cause of this shine in those mesmerizing orbs of hers.

When he was talking (Y/N) could not stop but to be focused on his lips. She had never expected that words could sound so beautiful when they came out of his mouth. His voice was so indescribably amazing and soothing, she could have listened to him all day without any interruptions. The most important thing was that he was talking. The way he pronounced a word, the way his British accent would underline them, it was to melt away. But the way he spoke out her name was even more beautiful. Whenever he used to say her name, a shiver would run down her spine, giving her chills in her whole body. He had lips of an angel. (Y/N) wondered how they would feel on hers, how it would feel to kiss an angel.

She woke out of her trance as Harry looked at her worriedly.

“Excuse me?”

“I just asked if you wanted a bit more of the pasta.”

She shook her head smilingly. “Thanks but I’m quite fed up. It was really delicious, Harry. Great job! I would love to eat more of your cooking sometime.”

“I’d be honored. Would you like to eat the dessert on the balcony?” He pointed at the area behind him. (Y/N) agreed with a nod but before that she made sure to help him putting the dishes into the sink in the kitchen. Harry appreciated her help but told her that she had not to do it. She shrugged her shoulders, telling him it was fine for her. After the table was tidied up, Harry took the cups with mousse-au-chocolat while (Y/N) took the wine glasses and the wine bottle and the two of them entered the balcony.

Even though it was already in the evening, the weather was still warm enough. Harry had an area with a tiny table and lounger. They had a perfect view on the city and (Y/N) held onto the railing while admiring the view in front of her. The moon and the stars emphasized it wonderfully.

Harry joined her but instead of looking at the same direction as (Y/N) he rather looked at her because she was the one and only beauty there. He had no idea if he was ever able to avert his eyes away from her, she was so captivating. She smiled and had her eyes closed, just listening to the noises from London’s streets. The wind was slightly blowing into her face, moving the curly strands of hair. Harry had the urge to touch them because he knew they’d be soft on his fingers.

(Y/N) caught him staring at her, a blush crept its way on her cheeks.

“You look beautiful when you blush.” Harry admitted.

“Thank you.” (Y/N) said. She wondered how many times she had thanked him the night. Probably a thousand times. Suddenly, she felt his fingers between hers and the warmth of his hands overwhelming hers.

“I really enjoyed our date, (Y/N).” He admitted. “I would love to ask you on a date again. Only if you want to of course.”

She nodded her head in agreement. “Yes, that sounds like a very good idea.” She knew she couldn’t let him go out of her life anymore. He had intrigued her in so many ways tonight, the thought of leaving him alone seemed impossible in her mind. All she wanted to do was to keep him till the end. This date shouldn’t be the one and only they had. She wanted more. And she was willing to do everything to get it. To get him.

Harry entwined one hand out of hers to shove back one strand of hair behind her ear. One simple touch but enough to make hear heart beating wildly in her chest.

“I really want to kiss you.” He whispered with a smile.

“I don’t usually kiss on the first date.” (Y/N) said, causing his smile to drop slightly. “But I think I can make an exception.”

With that, Harry put her face softly between his hands and gave a dimpled smile before he leaned forward to capture his lips with hers. (Y/N) felt like she was flying and thousand, no millions of butterflies erupted in her stomach. Harry kissed her so gently, so soft that her she thought her heart would explode out of happiness.

When they pulled away, they smiled at each other and Harry caught the glimpse of passion in her eyes that he craved to see.

“(Y/N), I don’t know about you but I have feelings for you and they’re deep. I have feelings for you since the moment I saw you. And if you give me a chance, I would love to show you how much I care about you. Being your boyfriend is all I want.”

(Y/N) smiled at his confession but she had to admit that she was very shocked about his honest words. This time, she was the one who bent forward to bring their lips to a kiss again.

“You’ll get a chance Harry.” She said.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his chest where she could perceive his constant heart beat. Harry slung his arms around her body in order to keep her safe and secure. They stood there like this for a while and gazed at the city together.

It was the best first date that they’d ever had.

The Best Vegan Chocolate Mousse (sugarfree)


  • 400 ml can coconut cream.
  • ½ cup raw cacao powder.
  • ¼ cup rice malt syrup.
  • ¼ cup chia seeds.
  • cacao nibs, optional.


1. Place all ingredients in a large mixing bowl. Whisk ingredients together until well combined and smooth. Pour into 4-6 serving glasses. Sprinkle with cacao nibs if you like.

2. Chill in the fridge for at least 3 hours, or until firm.

Falser Than Vows Made in Wine - Chapter 9

For the rest of the evening, Rosaline tells herself it’s not going to be a big deal to move into Benvolio’s room, because so far, nothing’s been a big deal, and really, how different can it be from already living together? The more she blows this out of proportion, the more awkward it’s going to get later tonight.

Rosaline does a pretty good job sticking to that decision, all the way until they’re back home, and then moving into Benvolio’s room is mostly a matter of logistics: getting her blanket and bedsheets to Benvolio’s room and fresh sheets on her bed for Mercutio, packing a few essentials so she doesn’t have to disturb him every time she needs so much as a pair of socks, bickering over who gets to sleep on which side of the bed.

But then the door closes behind them, and suddenly things are awkward again.

Rosaline was the one who closed it after her, returning from getting changed and brushing her teeth, but she didn’t expect the sound to reverberate with such finality, or the nervous flutter in her stomach when Benvolio looks over at her. He looks hesitant and almost worried for a second before he faces her fully, the corners of his mouth lifting teasingly.

“No silk nightgown tonight?”

In which living arrangements are adjusted, mousse au chocolat is prepared, and Mercutio suffers from an overdose of culture. [read it on a3]


Mon gâteau Hibou….

Composé de :
- génoises à la vanille
- mousse au chocolat (entre les couches)
- pêches au sirop
- crème au beurre au chocolat (pour le décor)
- pâte à sucre (pour les éléments du décor)

# Recette mousse au chocolat :
- 100 g de chocolat noir
- 3 oeufs

# Recette crème au beurre au chocolat :
- 100 g de chocolat noir
- 150 g de beurre ramolli
- 200 g de sucre glace

# Recette génoises à la vanille :
- 5 oeufs
- 150 g de sucre en poudre
- 120 g de farine
- 30 g de Maïzena
- 1 sachet de sucre vanillé
- ½ sachet de levure chimique
- 1 cuillère à soupe de vanille liquide

Cuisson : 30 minutes à 180 degrés

“You like me,” Clint stated and hopped onto the counter beside Natasha. She turned to look at him and raised her brow.

“I tolerate you,” she sighed and put her knife onto the cutting board.

“I know you like me,” Clint repeated and a grin appeared on his face. Natasha took a deep breath and turned around.

“First, get off of my counter, second, I didn’t hire you, Nick did, and thirdly, if it were me, I wouldn’t have hired you,” she counted on her fingers.

“First, chef de cuisine,” Clint said and hopped down from his perch, “Nick told me you needed a new patissier in your kitchen, second, he also told me you were supposed to pick someone and you picked me,” he said with his patented smirk, “and thirdly,” he leaned very close to place a plate in front of her. “You’ll love my mousse au chocolat.”

It was beautifully decorated. In the middle of the plate was a small dot of panna cotta and draped around it were three kinds of mousse. Sweet mint pesto, mint leaves and raspberries rounded up the composition.

Natasha looked at the plate and sighed. It was really beautiful and lots of the guests waxed lyrical about it. Steve, Bucky and Thor told them what the guests said and even Nick was pleased, not only with this dessert but with the others as well.  When Clint handed her a spoon she took it but not without one of her deadly glares.

And then she took a bite, tasted it, closed her eyes and hummed. It was amazing, not too sweet, perfectly creamy and fluffy. Clint’s grin became smug, he folded his arms over his chest and leaned over again. There was a reason why Clint was considered the best patissier in town but the problem was, he knew how good he was.

“You love it, don’t you?” He whispered.

“I hate you,” Natasha said and Clint started to laugh good-humored.

“Yeah, I knew you’d like me.”

Quand hier soir mes amies sont venues me faire une visite surprise chez moi…Elles avaient juste prévenue Chloé le matin pour qu'elle soit dans le coup… Et elles avaient emmenées tout ce qu'il faut pour faire un barbeuc…

“On sait que t'as des petits soucis de santé en ce moment. Alors on s'est dit qu'une soirée toutes ensemble ça te ferais du bien. Et on à emmener le repas, on à du Domaine de Pellehaut en moelleux et on t'as fait de la mousse au chocolat. Tout ce que tu aimes” (*pleure comme un veau*)

Luhan - The one out of Billions♥ [Part 1]

Originally posted by meiren-menglu

Member: Former Exo Member Luhan

Pairing: Idol!Luhan & You

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2,356

Summary: People rarely have the chance to find their soulmate, but it looks like you just met yours. Your one out of Billions. And he just might be your Bias as well.

A world where, somewhere on this planet, there is a person that loves you unconditionally. A person that will always only love you. Bad thing that there are over 7.3 Billion people on this planet. Another bad thing is that men feel the pull to their ‘destiny’ immediately. For women it will take about a week to notice. It feels like something is missing. Something important. Many people will never find their destined. That’s what we call the ‘missing piece’. People still fall in love. But the pull towards your missing half is stronger.


I never thought my day would go like that. I woke up this morning and it was already 6.15 am. Usually I stand up at 5.45. I put on minimal make-up and brushed my hair. I put on black jeans, a T-shirt and my hoodie, took my black backpack with the 'exodus’ symbol and ran to catch the bus. To my luck, the bus was late this morning and I didn’t have to worry about missing school. I plopped down on the seat next to my best friend. She looked at my backpack and shook her head in an annoyed way. She never really understood why I liked those 12 boys but to me, they are like sunshine on a cloudy day. Their personalities always seem so happy and excited. I take my headphones and put them on. Overdose immediately blasts through the speakers and I carefully nod my head to the beat. Although I don’t speak their language I carefully moved my mouth the way I think those words are pronounced and take out my Spanish book. My finals are nearly done and my life is just one stressful thing. When the bus stopped I quickly hopped outside and walked the last few meters towards my school. Inside, I sat down at one of the computers in the computer room and checked my tumblr. At that time I didn’t know what would be happening right now…

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Always Been You.

This is my Christmas Imagine for Nix’s 2016 Secret Santa thingy. My main inspiration was the wonderful song No One from Alicia Keys.

Dear @imagine-footballers, this is your Christmas present. Your prompt was Long Term lovers, and I wrote it with Antoine Griezmann. It’s a little long (I kinda got carried away), but I hope you like it. 

Merry Christmas to you.


I just want you close
Where you can stay forever
You can be sure
That it will only get better

”Antoine?“, I asked into the silence. I’d gotten so used to waking up in his embrace that the absence of his strong arms was enough to wake me up.
The space next to me was empty, but on his pillow was a little piece of paper. I reached for it and unfolded it. Antoine’s barely readable handwriting made me smile, even before I read his message.
Buenos días mi amor
I’m taking your parents out for lunch and then I’ll have to do some last minute shopping. We’ll all be at home around five thirty.
Feliz navidad

That little dork. Ever since my parents had arrived in Madrid to stay with us over the holidays, Antoine was constantly taking them places, almost making me feel like he was their son and I was merely the girlfriend. I would often joke that my parents liked him more than they liked me, something they always confirmed.

My father loved to talk about the English Premier League with Antoine; they always shooed me away when I tried to engage in the conversation, since I was an Arsenal fan, a club they both dispised.
My mother simply adored Antoine. She loved to ruffle through his hair as though he was a little kid, she loved to bake for him, she loved to go to his games. But most of all, she loved to hear him speak Spanish, so she could tell me how beautiful it sounded and what a shame it was that I still had my difficulties with “The Language of Affection”, despite having lived in Spain for quite some time now.
It was because of her that Antoine had started to say little things in Spanish to me, always teasingly asking if I needed a translator.

A glance to the alarm clock told me that it was already past twelve, so I got out of bed and took a shower.
It was Christmas Eve, the sixth Christmas as a couple for Antoine and me, although we’d been together for almost a year more. This New Year’s Eve was going to be our seven years anniversary.
Secretly I was hoping that he would propose to me on New Year’s. We were both in our mid-twenties now, and we’d talked about our future often enough. He knew that I wanted a big white wedding, I knew that he wanted to raise a few kids in a quiet neighborhood. He knew exactly what kind of rings I liked, I knew exactly what a hopeless romantic he was.

I decided to take advantage of the fact that neither Antoine nor my parents were here, so when I got out of the shower, I took out their gifts and started wrapping them.
For my mother I’d found a complete collection of all Audrey Hepburn movies, and for my father I’d ordered a Chelsea scarf and a Sudoku-book.
I’d thought about what to get for Antoine for a long time, until out of sheer luck I’d stumbled over the perfect gift while online shopping. I now was wrapping the vintage Nintendo Game Boy and a bag full of out-of-stock Super Mario and Bugs Bunny games he could play on it.

When I was done wrapping, I took the gifts downstairs to put them unter the Christmas tree.
Antoine had surprised me with it. It was a white one, something I’d always wanted to have. He’d even bought classic lights and gold and silver ornaments to put on the tree. As I let my eyes wander over all the decoration, I noticed one ornament that I hadn’t put on there. Taking a closer look I saw that it had a picture on it.
17 year old Antoine and 16 year old Me laughed into the camera, while he was giving me a piggy-back ride and I had my arms slung around him for support. In the background you could see a party going on. The picture had been taken at the New Year’s party of a cousin of Antoine’s.

Our story went way back. We’d been neighbors growing up, and soon we’d become best friends. Antoine joining Real Sociedad when he was fourteen didn’t change that, if possible, our friendship grew even tighter. When I was 17 and he 18, things suddenly felt different.
He became extremely interested in any boy I was talking to (not that there were many), and I found myself getting jealous any time he mentioned a girl’s name.
We both didn’t really know how to put those feelings into words; he was too shy to say something and I was stubbornly waiting for him to make the first step.

When he came home for Christmas break, we were both awkwardly talking around our feelings.
As he told me later, it had taken a long talk with his sister for him to realize that he would have to step up and confess his feelings since I was not going to do it.
On New Year’s Eve, he pulled me aside, and we spent our evening on the floor of Antoine’s childhood bedroom, finally talking about everything.
We whispered our countdown looking into each other’s eyes, and then we started the year with a kiss, sealing our relationship.
We suffered through half a year of long distance relationship, but then I turned 18, finished school and packed my things.

We’d been living together ever since and I couldn’t wait to see what the future would bring.
Up until about a year ago, we’d been perfectly happy living together in sin and not changing anything about our relationship status. But we’d both grown older and more mature in our time together and so we started talking about our future.
I was probably most surprised when I suddenly found myself finding the idea of marriage appealing. The next surprise was Antoine talking about wanting to have children.
But since I was still as stubborn as I’d been as a teenager, I refused to ask when exactly he was intending to propose. So I was just waiting and hoping for a New Year’s Eve proposal.

I let go of the ornament that I was still holding and smiled to myself. Surely my mom had put it on there, since Antoine didn’t touch the tree in fear of me telling him off for disarranging stuff. I like the tree to be exactly as I decorated it.
But the ornament was cute, so it could stay, just not in the place my mom put it, as it was making the area look too crowded. I rearranged some other ornaments and then happily looked at my work.

I spent the rest of the day tidying up everything and making my special Mousse au Chocolat for after dinner.
Around four thirty, I went upstairs to get ready. The dress I’d picked out for tonight ended just above my knees and was dark purple. I liked it because it subtly enhanced my curves but was still modest enough for dinner with my parents.
I did my make-up and curled my long brown hair.
Then I made my way downstairs again, thanks to my heels I was now a few inches taller.

Five thirty came and went, but Antoine and parents didn’t show up. Around 5:45 I started to get annoyed. What was so important that they were late to Christmas?
I tried to call Antoine but he didn’t pick up, so I tried my mom next.
She did pick up, in the background I heard voices.
”Where are you all?“, I snapped.
She chuckled. ”Merry Christmas to you too. Antoine is on his way.“
”Well tell him to hurry up! He said five thirty and nobody’s here!“
My mom laughed. ”Relax, darling, we’ll be with you in a bit. Bye.“
With that, she simply hung up on me and left me alone with my frustration.

At six, I finally heard the car pull up outside. A few seconds later, my parents came inside, both had their arms full with shopping bags.
”Go outside and help Antoine“, advised my mom and guided my dad into the kitchen. I stepped outside into the cold air and made my way to the car. It was locked and dark, but Antoine was standing next to it. Surprised, I noticed that he was wearing a dark suit.
”Were you shopping in that outfit?“, I teasingly asked.

He smiled, as he let his eyes trail over me. ”You are beautiful“, he said and approached me. Thanks to my heels, he was now only about two inches taller than me, so I could easily kiss him. He welcomed my lips gladly and pulled me close.
After a much too short time however, he pulled away and smirked at me.
”So“, he said, for some reason very pleased with himself. ”Your Christmas gift this year is a little more complex than just unwrapping a box.“ He handed me a flashlight. ”A journey of clues awaits you and the first one is right here.“ He put held up a simple white envelope.

I stared at him. ”As sweet as this is, it’s freaking cold out here. Can’t we do this inside?“
”Nope!“, Antoine sang out, clearly enjoying all of this. But then he took of the jacket of his suit and placed it over my shoulders. ”There you go princess. Now get started.“
I rolled my eyes at him but opened the envelope anyways. Inside was a notecard and a photo. I looked at the picture first.
It showed Antoine and me as toddlers, sitting in a little kid’s pool, both grinning mischievously.

The note was short, but it warmed my heart.
I have to admit, when I was little, I always thought you were some kind of distant sister. Like a cousin, but closer; a beloved relative.
So in a way, this makes me a Greek hero. I’m an innocent guy who’s been blessed with amazing looks and a lot of talent, and who ended up dating a relative. But don’t worry, I won’t blind myself and I won’t kill my dad, like some of the Greeks did.
I’m trailing off. The next clue is where this picture was taken.

I looked up at Antoine. ”You want me to go all the way back to France?“
He laughed. ”That’s the one thing you take out of this message? What about my good looks? What about the fact that I once thought you were my sister?“
I couldn’t help but laugh as well. ”Do you need an ego-push? Because that’s not gonna happen dearest, we both know that I’m the good-looking one in this relationship. And I refuse to think of you and me as relatives. We’ve had sex way too many times for such a thought to even get into my head.“

”True“, he said. ”Sex in way too many odd places. In some of them I’d like to do it again.“ He winked suggestively.
I scoffed. ”If you’re talking about the time in the locker room at the Calderon after the Madrid Derby - forget it. I was so scared the entire time.“
Antoine moved against me so that our bodies were touching. ”That made it exciting! You were so keen to end it as quickly as possible…“ He kissed my neck, a weakness of mine. ”And I was so keen to please you…“
I pushed him gently away. ”And when we left the locker room afterwards, Nando and Koke were outside, waiting for you. And of course they heard us“, I said. Thanks to that, I now had to endure mocking comments every time I met members of the team.

Antoine wanted to say something, but I cut him off, getting colder with the minute. ”Just tell me where to go for the next clue, I’m freezing my ass off out here.“
He rolled his eyes but chuckled. ”Of course, Princess. You don’t have to go all the way to France, it’s in the backyard.“ He took my arm and lead me to the side of the house. ”You may light up your flashlight now.“
”Anto“, I said, stopping in front of the grass. ”I’m wearing high heels.“
He sighed loudly, then he picked me up into his arms and carried me into the backyard.

The flashlight hit our pool and then something colorful right next to it.
Antoine set me down in front of the little kid’s pool that looked exactly like the one I’d had when we were both kids. I looked at him and choked back a laugh, even though I had to admit that all this was cute.
”What?“, he asked, challenging me.
I smiled. ”Nothing. This is just…“ I waved my hand aimlessly. ”It’s sweet. And… a little cheesy.“
He laughed. ”Be thankful I’m such a nice, creative boyfriend. Now go ahead and get your clue.“

I playfully hit him with the flashlight, then I examined the little pool closer. Right in the middle was another envelope that I picked up and opened.
This time, there was no picture in it, just a notecard.
The first time I saw you as a girl rather than as a sister, we were going to our ex-babysitter’s wedding. You were twelve and you wore this light blue dress, your sister had done your hair into a fancy updo. And you looked so beautiful, Anna. So beautiful.

Suddenly I didn’t feel like mocking him anymore. I felt nothing but love for Antoine.
”You remember the color of my dress?“, I asked.
He smiled merely and nudged his head so I would read the rest of his message.
But at that point, I wasn’t interested in girls yet, at least not in that way. You however were starting to get interested in boys, my darling.
Your next clue is at the place where I comforted you after Raphaël Lorien broke your heart.

Raphaël had been my first boyfriend. After three months of dating however, he decided that he’d rather be Claudine Odile’s boyfriend and therefore left me.
Antoine comforted me after I’d come home crying. I hid out in the backyard behind the big tree, but he found me.
I looked up from the notecard. ”Carry me to the tree?“
”Sure dearest“, he said, picking me up once again.

The third envelope was hanging from a branch, so I didn’t even have to step down from Antoine’s embrace in order to open it.
I was so frustrated when you told me about your amazing first kiss. But still I didn’t realize that everything I looked for in a woman I could find with you. I didn’t realize I was jealous.
To be honest, I was quite an idiot when it came to us two. To feelings in general, actually.

I had to stop reading. I looked up at Antoine, his blue eyes held a slightly embarrassed expression. Without hesitating, I kissed him firmly, but let go before he responded to the kiss.
”You’re not an idiot. You’re amazing“, I assured, before I continued reading.

There’s one more clue hidden outside, then you can go back into the warmth. It’s at the place where we had sex the day we moved into this house.
I glared at Antoine. ”Griezmann! How am I supposed to Instagram the cute stuff you did if you write stuff like this on a notecard?!“
He teasingly kissed me on the corner of my mouth. ”Just tell me where to carry you, sweetheart. You’re getting heavy.“
I rolled my eyes. ”The canopy swing.“
He smirked the whole time he was carrying me over to the swing, undoubtedly remembering our moving day, when he slept with me on that swing, after all our helpers had left.

Antoine carefully placed me down on the swing, where another envelope was waiting for me.
By this time, you’re probably wondering what all this is about. The truth is, I needed something to keep you out of the house so that your parents could prepare everything inside, where your gift awaits.
I glanced up to the windows. I hadn’t noticed that the curtains were drawn shut to hide the living room from my eyes.
So yeah, you can go inside now, to the place where the ornament with our picture on it is. I’m pretty sure you already spotted it this afternoon.
I love you, Querida.

I smiled up at my boyfriend. ”I love you too“, I whispered, before I got up and took the hand he held out for me. Together we walked over to the back door.
Antoine knocked and my mom let us in. It was cozy and warm inside, so I took Antoine’s jacket off and gave it back to him. Music was playing, and I immediately recognized the voice of Alicia Keys, one of my favorite singers.
Then I saw what my parents had been preparing.
Through the room, multiple strings were hung up, and on them hung photos.
Photos of me as a little girl, photos of little Antoine playing football, photos of us together as children, couple photos, rows and rows of photos.

I went closer and looked at them, my mouth slightly open. So many memories.
I didn’t see my parents leave the room, and I didn’t see Antoine take the ornament with our picture on it from the tree. Only when he softly tapped me on my shoulder did I turn around and saw him standing there with the ornament in his hand.
”That was our last New Year’s Eve as friends.“ He spoke in a different tone, his voice lower and more sincere. ”You are everything to me. You’ve always been everything. A sister, a friend, a source of comfort, a buddy, an object of desire, a love interest, a girlfriend, a roommate, a partner in crime, the love of my life.“

I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling my eyes get wet. ”Antoine…“, I whispered, but he just chuckled and held up a finger in order for me to be quiet. ”I knew you were going to interrupt me and I planned an exact time where you can speak. But for now, let it be my turn.“
He cleared his throat and went on. ”I’ve known you since the day your parents brought you home from the hospital the day after you were born. And I am proud to say that I probably know you better than any other person. Through everything, we always had each other. And I am so thankful that I can stand here and look at the woman I love, the woman I’ve loved for 24 years. And I am so blessed that I’m so young but I already found the courage to be with the one person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I found the courage almost seven years ago. And we are so young, and there’s so much more to come. I want to raise children with you, I want to see your features in their faces, I want to see you as a mother, I want us to be parents. I want to live our future.“

I was silently crying at this point. Antoine smiled at me, his eyes a little wet too. ”You can say something now“, he said.
I managed a shaky little laugh, my head spinning from all the things he just said to me.
”I… Gosh where do I begin.“ I wiped a few tears from my cheeks. ”When I was a teenager, I would always read those romance novels that you considered Chick-Flicks, and then I would dream of having a boyfriend like those girls in the books did; a prince, a knight in shiny armor. And I tried finding one, but not all frogs turn into princes when you kiss them.
I tried to grow up, to lose the fantasy of finding a prince. But I did find my prince. And it was so much better than I’d hoped it would be. I’ve got you! You, the guy who rolls his eyes but still pulls me closer and comforts me when I cry during movie scenes. The guy who first laughs at me but then makes a hot bath when I’m spread out in the weirdest positions trying to ease my period cramps. The guy who says my wishes are basic but still buys me the white Christmas tree I really wanted to have. You are my prince, Antoine. And I want our future too. I want to see your face when I walk towards you in a white dress, I want to feel you kiss my belly when I’m carrying our child, I want us to grow old together. I love you so much.“

”I love you too, my dearest“, Antoine said, and he carefully wiped away my tears. ”That’s why you can open your gift now. It’s in the ornament.“ He handed it to me.
I smiled briefly at the picture, then I opened the ornament. Inside, bedded in cotton wool, was a stunningly beautiful ring, gleaming faintly in the light.
I stared at it for a few seconds, then I realized what this meant. I looked back to Antoine, who’d gotten on his knees in front of me.
Actually, on one knee.

”I already said everything I wanted to say, but this: I promise to do everything to make you happy. I want to be with you for every day for the rest of my life. So now there’s only one question left, right?“ He smiled at me, my heart fluttering painfully happily in my chest.
Antoine drew a deep breath, before he asked me the question I knew was to come, and that I wanted him to ask more than anything else in the world.
”Anna Geneviève Verneuil, will you marry me?“
”Yes, yes, a thousand times yes“, I blurted out as soon as he finished. Antoine’s face lit up with joy. He got up and took the ring out of the ornament to put in on my finger.
”Thank you“, he whispered tenderly.
”Anytime“, I smiled, then I cupped his face and kissed him fiercely.

I hadn’t noticed my parents watching us through the almost closed kitchen door throughout the entire proposal, occasionally taking pictures.
I heard them applaud and jubilate now, but I didn’t stop kissing Antoine, my fiancé.
As he wrapped his arms all the way around my body, my head seemed to spin around around from too much love. And I started wondering: How lucky can one person get?

No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you

okay so let me keep track of this

as for now we have

  1. lemon pie kun (PROTAGONIST)
  2. hershey pie kun
  3. pizza dessert kun
  4. tiramisu kun
  5. raspberry tart chan
  6. strawberry shortcake kun
  7. passion fruit cheesecake san
  8. chocolate fountain chan
  9. banana split kun
  10. egg tart tan
  11. nanaimo bar kun
  12. rose petal cake san
  13. boston cream pie san
  14. pumpkin pie chan
  15. giga pudding chan
  16. blackberry macaron chan
  17. oreo cheesecake kun
  18. cheesecake kun
  19. scone chan
  20. red velvet kun
  21. sprinkled donut san
  22. wedding cake san
  23. raspberry mousse kun
  24. green tea pancake kun
  25. montblanc chan
  26. white chocolate mint cookie kun
  27. peanut butter cup chan
  28. ice cream cake san
  29. montblanc kun
  30. cupcake chan
  31. strawberry shortcake san
  32. montblanc san
  33. dango kun
  34. frozen yogurt kun
  35. eclairs kun
  36. chocolate macaron kun
  37. key lime pie kun
  38. vanilla frosting kun
  39. chocolate chip cookie kun
  40. lemon bar san
  41. pear tarte san
  42. blueberry cheesecake kun
  43. green tea mochi chan
  44. orange creamsicle chan
  45. cookie chan
  46. crepe chan
  47. fudge marble kun
  48. brazo de mercedes kun
  49. tomato kun ?
  50. bubblegum icecream san
  51. mint brownie san
  52. caramel pudding chan
  53. cherry cupcake san
  54. choco berry san
  55. black forest ojiisan
  56. raspberry and custard cream millie feuille chan
  57. parfait chan
  58. polish mole mound cake kun
  59. frankfurt crown cake twins
  60. bubble tea chan
  61. chocolate lava cake okaasan
  62. strawberry sundae chan
  63. dame blanche ice cream kun
  64. jam roll chan
  65. ice cream sandwich san
  66. mango mousse cake kun
  67. grapefruit ice cream kun
  68. nutella chan
  69. caramel apple chan
  70. milk cake chan
  71. cherry gelato kun
  72. strawberry pancake kun
  73. peppermint bark san
  74. pop cake kun
  75. jam roly poly chan
  76. orange blossom macaron kun
  77. caramel macchiato cheesecake chan
  78. caramel frappucino chan
  79. sea salt ice cream kun
  80. strawberry pie chan
  81. shaved ice chan
  82. souffle chan
  83. dulce de leche chan
  84. macaron kun
  85. red bean soup chan
  86. twinkie kun
  87. pasca san
  88. chocolate croissant chan
  89. concha kun
  90. kiev cake kun
  91. cakepop kun
  92. neapolitan ice cream chan
  93. smores chan
  94. salmon roll kun
  95. snow cone chan
  96. happy tracks ice cream kun
  97. pocky kun
  98. green tea cupcake chan
  99. pink frosted sprinkled donut kun
  100. lemon macaron san
  101. lava cake kun
  102. semolina pudding chan
  103. meringue chan
  104. green apple frozen yogurt chan
  105. ice cream cake kun
  106. blueberry cheesecake chan
  107. apple spice cake kun
  108. mango float cake kun
  109. twinkle candy kun
  110. taro cake kun
  111. dobos torte san
  112. pound cake kun
  113. oreo kun
  114. clafouti chan
  115. pavlova kun
  116. almond pudding san
  117. rocky road brownie san
  118. creme caramel san
  119. patbingsu chan
  120. rich royalty blueberry cheesecake san
  121. s'mores pie kun
  122. cinnamon roll chan
  123. blue bunny wagashi san
  124. ice cream chan
  125. creme brulee san
  126. candy apple chan
  127. belgian waffle chan
  128. chocolate waffles kun
  129. apple pie chan
  130. eton mess kun
  131. ube creme decadence san
  132. waffle kun
  133. creme brulee kun
  134. caramello koala kun
  135. halo halo chan
  136. chocolate caramel brownie kun
  137. strawberry ombre cake chan
  138. triple chocolate mousse kun
  139. dulce de leche and cheese chan
  140. taiyaki kun
  141. gino kun
  142. grapes chan
  143. moon cake kun
  144. hot chocolate kun
  145. popsicle chan
  146. black licorice chan
  147. flan kun
  148. mint chocolate ice cream cake kun
  149. caramel shortbread kun
  150. coconut haystack chan
  151. cookie brownie kun
  152. strawberry macaron hime sama
  153. raspberry religieuse chan
  154. madeleine kun
  155. strawberry empanada chan
  156. chocolate fondue kun
  157. mousse au chocolat kun
  158. cream puff chan
  159. strawberry ice cream mochi chan
  160. green tea mousse kun
  161. coconut cream pie san
  162. sakura mochi chan
  163. cinnamon bun kun
  164. hershey’s cookies n creme chan
  165. mint cake chan
  166. sachertorte kun
  167. honey toast kun
  168. baumkuchen kun
  169. nutella crepe chan
  170. coffee cake kun
  171. white chocolate macadamia nut cookie kun
  172. mocha kun
  173. a la mode kun
  174. cotton candy chan
  175. rainbow cookie chan
  176. dirt dessert san
  177. chocolate ganache chan
  178. peppermint ice cream san
  179. rainbow cake chan
  180. fudge chan
  181. sorbet kun
  182. french silk pie chan
  183. matcha parfait san
  184. unicorn poop cookie kun
  185. butterscotch san
  186. halo halo kun
  187. cannoli kun
  188. potato chips kun
  189. chocolate covered strawberry chan
  190. gummy bear san
  191. lemon mousse with raspberries kun
  192. fondant cake kun
  193. mango log cake san
  194. angel food cake san
  195. glazed donut kun
  196. chocolate banana cream pie chan
  197. birthday cake kun
  198. jelly chan
  199. rum cake kun
  200. berry cupcake kun
  201. anmitsu chan
  202. chocolate strawberry cheesecake kun
  203. taro frozen yogurt chan
  204. panna cotta chan
  205. caramel apple kun
  206. grasshopper pie kun
  207. mint chocolate ice cream san
  208. blueberry tart chan
  209. coffee bun kun
  210. marshmallow chan
  211. strawberry daifuku kun
  212. apple tart kun
  213. apple jalousie chan
  214. truffle nut kun
  215. watermelon rose cake chan
  216. roasted milk kun
  217. matcha pocky kun
  218. blue velvet chan
  219. ice cream sundae pop tart chan
  220. neapolitan ice cream kun
  221. castella chan
  222. mantou kun
  223. steamed bun chan
  224. rainbow cake kun
  225. popsicle kun
  226. candy buttons kun
  227. raspberry filled donut kun
  228. pavlova chan
  229. chocolate fountain kun
  230. chocolate oreo marshmallow pudding kun
  231. mikan pocky kun
  232. french vanilla cappuccino san
  233. vanilla mint shake kun
  234. strawberry roll cake chan
  235. mint monster sundae chan
  236. kohaku kan sensei
  237. after eight mint chocolate thin kun
  238. strawberry daifuku san
  239. fruit parfait kun
  240. baklava kun
  241. kue chan
  242. blueberry cake chan
  243. chocolate muffin kun
  244. rainbow sorbet kun
  245. suspiro a la limeña san
  246. cendol kun
  247. egg tart kun
  248. namagashi chan
  249. confetti cake kun
  250. limeade kun
  251. durian candy kun
  252. caramel flan kun
  253. flan tan
  254. chocolate chip cannoli oniisan
  255. sweetheart kun
  256. buñuelo kun
  257. berry parfait chan
  258. devil’s food cake kun
  259. sakura kanten chan
  260. marshmallow kun
  261. cookies and cream ice cream chan
  262. black forest muffin kun
  263. mochi ice cream chan
  264. violet macaron chan
  265. vatican bread san
  266. mazamorra kun
  267. pudding kun
  268. funnel cake kun
  269. matcha with azuki bean filling macaron chan
  270. star candy chan
  271. milky chu chu bar kun
  272. pineapple upside down cake kun
  273. red velvet macaron chan
  274. moon cake san
  275. mango pudding chan
  276. funnel cake san
  277. seashell cupcake chan
  278. strawberry lime cupcake chan
  279. rosemary scone kun
  280. creampuff kun
  281. strawberry pocky san
  282. matcha souffle chan
  283. german sweet chocolate pie kun
  284. reese’s cheesecake chan
  285. banana split chan
  286. peach mango graham cake kun
  287. chai chan
  288. bibingka chan
  289. cherry truffle sama
  290. chocolate mousse san
  291. marijuana brownie kun
  292. ube macapuno cake san
  293. quesillo kun
  294. pumpkin coffee cake kun
  295. sweet potato pie chan
  296. churro kun
  297. creme brulee chan
  298. tiramisu cheesecake chan
  299. ohagi chan
  300. pear soup kun
  301. cookie dough ice cream chan
  302. ice cream swirl chan
  303. strawberry shortcake chan
  304. peach cake kun
  305. chocolate profiterole kun
  306. chocolate pocky chan
  307. chocolate ice cream chan
  308. black cherry ice cream kun
  309. soda float chan
  310. tres leches kun
  311. salted caramel bar kun
  312. moca cola kun
  313. sanguinaccio dolce kun
  314. licorice chan
  315. tigertail donut tan
  316. klepon san
  317. konpeito cupcake kun
  318. cherry ice cream tan
  319. princess cake chan
  320. green tea mochi san
  321. cornbread san
  322. mizu manjuu chan
  323. sherbet icecream chan
  324. taro bubble tea kun
  325. cookies and cream ice cream kun
  326. chocolate cigarette kun
  327. hello panda san
  328. fried ice cream kun
  329. strawberry cheesecake kun
  330. grass jelly san
  331. cotton candy twins
  332. banoffe kun
  333. bunny roll chan
  334. rhubarb pie kun
  335. lemon sorbet chan
  336. cake pop kun
  337. red velvet cupcake chan
  338. seri muka san
  339. raspberry lemon vodka pop chan
  340. vanilla bean ice cream chan
  341. salty popsicle chan
  342. laffy taffy kun
  343. mango sponge cake chan
  344. melon sorbet chan
  345. gummy snake san
  346. ptichye moloko kun
  347. pound cake chan
  348. cherry poke cake kun
  349. chocolate cake chan
  350. joffre cake kun
  351. coca cola float kun
  352. pumpkin cheesecake chan
  353. strawberry chiffon cake chan
  354. caramel macchiato kun
  355. rice pudding chan
  356. neapolitan ice cream san
  357. cookies and cream polvoron chan
  358. cavity kun (blackcurrant cheesecake)
  359. chocolate turtle kun
  360. raspberry pain au chocolat kun
  361. bubblegum cake chan
  362. fig and cheese kun
  363. flan de leche san
  364. franzbrötchen kun
  365. dragon fruit popsicle kun
  366. dark chocolate cherry brownie parfait kun
  367. maple pecan danish kun
  368. berry milkshake chan
  369. rainbow lollipop chan
  370. blue velvet cupcake chan
  371. pecan pie kun
  372. crinkles kun
  373. three colored dessert chan
  374. smores san
  375. tofu pudding chan
  376. red velvet cheesecake swirl san
  377. peanut butter blossom chan
  378. boston cream donut kun
  379. hazelnut ice cream kun
  380. tartufo kun
  381. hostess ho ho kun
  382. suncake chan
  383. puto chan
  384. charlotte cake chan
  385. cotton candy kun
  386. sakura mochi tan
  387. mikan jelly tan
  388. yuzu aisu kun
  389. licorice kun
  390. lemon meringue pie chan
  391. glazed donut chan
  392. chocolate flan chan
  393. strawberry daifuku chan
  394. green tea kit kat siblings
  395. carrot cake chan
  396. vanilla velvet ice cream chan
  397. strawberry cupcake kun
  398. swedish princess cake chan
  399. ambrosia kun
  400. affogato chan
  401. raspberry charlotte chan
  402. pisang ijo kun
  403. chocolate molten lava cake sama
  404. honey cake tan
  405. blue raspberry ice cream chan
  406. green tea kanten jelly chan
  407. chocolate orange pie chan
  408. blueberry poptart kun
  409. rainbow cupcake chan
  410. graham cake kun
  411. jackfruit kun
  412. chocolate covered halvah bar kun
  413. oreo pudding chan
  414. black forest cake kun
  415. swedish caramelized lemon tart kun
  416. strawberry kit kat chan
  417. lamington chan
  418. pistachio rose tart chan
  419. mexican chocolate pop kun
  420. opera kun
  421. chilli chocolate cake chan
  422. sugar cookie chan
  423. sea salt brownie san
  424. chocolate chip cookie dough cheesecake kun
  425. root beer float san
  426. chocolate caramel swirl cheesecake kun
  427. red velvet lava cake kun
  428. blueberry cheesecake tart chan
  429. konpeitou kun
  430. saffron pancake kun
  431. caramel bar kun
  432. raspberry cheesecake chan
  433. lemon lime jello chan
  434. raspberry custard mochido chan
  435. mint and chocolate baked alaska kun
  436. salted caramel chocolate souffle san
  437. pumpkin cream pie chan
  438. deep fried soda chan
  439. peppermint tan
  440. cocoa confetti donut kun
  441. linzer torte san
  442. s'mores french toast kun
  443. black forest cake chan
  444. shrimp cocktail chan
  445. pesche dolci kun
  446. pink passion cake chan
  447. vanilla coke float kun
  448. cranberry and wild blueberry pie san
  449. susumella al bergamotto kun
  450. blue vanilla mochi kun
  451. red velvet poptart kun
  452. chiacchiere kun
  453. raspberry fudge cake san
  454. cherry coke float chan
  455. yogurt tan
  456. french silk pie kun
  457. cherry rum balls chan
  458. strawberry waffle chan
  459. tapioca kun
  460. strawberry pudding chan
  461. pink swedish princess cake chan
  462. honey ginger tea san
  463. white christmas chan
  464. chocolate banana graham cake chan
  465. kinoko chocolate san
  466. rainbow cherpumple chan
  467. oreo dream extreme cheesecake chan
  468. italian cream cake kun
  469. plum pudding chan
  470. cocoa topped green tea sponge cake roll kun
  471. chocolate mustache san
  472. strawberry brownie kabob tan
  473. japanese panda cookie chan
  474. blue velvet cake kun
  475. blue rock candy chan
  476. matcha pocky chan
  477. croquembouche chan
  478. cayenne cinnamon apple pie chan
  479. maple taffy oba san
  480. lime jelly tan
  481. bear claw kun
  482. capuccino pudding with coffee caviar chan
  483. kueh lapis twins
  484. cheese danish chan
  485. peppermint brownie chan
  486. pokki chan
  487. yanyan twins
  488. panna cotta with kiwi san
  489. cannoli chan
  490. aoba cake kun
  491. yakult tan
  492. blueberry soup chan
  493. oreo truffles kun
  494. bolukukus kun
  495. shirokuma kun
  496. pomegranate tart kun
  497. lemon scone kun
  498. caramel cheesecake kun
  499. strawberry ice cream kun
  500. fromage fraise verrine san
  501. black pudding chan
  502. cafe latte kun
  503. swiss roll chan
  504. napoleon kun
  505. hotteok san
  506. purple potato pie kun
  507. white chocolate raspberry cake kun
  508. sesame ball kun
  509. battenberg cake san
  510. cherry yogurt chan
  511. pepero siblings
  512. chocolate cheesecake sama
  513. peach crepe kun
  514. melted turtle nut cupcake chan
  515. mint chocolate chip cookie twins
  516. religieuse au chocolat chan
  517. school brownie kun
  518. blueberry waffle kun
  519. green tea shaved ice chan
  520. banana milk chan
  521. watermelon popsicle chan
  522. blackberry smoothie tan
  523. coffee jelly kun
  524. cherry bon bon chan
  525. grape jelly chan
  526. gelatin kun
  527. cherry cordial chan
  528. jasmine green tea chan
  529. maple cream kun
  530. chocolate cappuccino cheesecake kun
  531. fruit tartlet chan
  532. choco pie kun
  533. blackberry ice cream kun
  534. salted caramel chocolate kun
  535. iced lemon pound cake chan
  536. blueberry rainbow cake kun
  537. blueberry muffin kun
  538. peppermint candy chan
  539. zebra cake kun
  540. choco cheesecake kun
  541. korean rice punch chan
  542. cranberry apple crostata chan
  543. orange creamsicle vodka senpai
  544. reese’s pie kun
  545. blackberry tiramisu kun
  546. coconut cake kun
  547. strawberry taiyaki chan
  548. mini raspberry triffle chan
  549. mountain cake tan
  550. rainbow poptart chan
  551. spotted dick kun
  552. sweet bean paste mochi soft serve sundae san
  553. taco dessert chan
  554. raspberry ice cream san
  555. alexander torte san
  556. mini blueberry muffin chan
  557. green pandan jelly kun
  558. milk pudding chan
  559. hit cookie kun
  560. whipped cream chan
  561. mitarashi dango kun
  562. butter cookie chan
  563. candied bacon kun
  564. mountain dew and doritos cupcake kun
  565. strawberry peach mini tart kun
  566. dippin dots kun
  567. latte flan chan
  568. frosted lemon cookie chan
  569. haole brownie kun
  570. skull candy kun
  571. dulce de tomate kun
  572. semla chan
  573. jelly doughnut kun
  574. battenberg cake chan
  575. raspberry ripple meringue kun
  576. raspberry semifreddo san
  577. avocado kun
  578. matcha goma mousse cake kun
  579. mango cheesecake kun
  580. anpan kun
  581. rice pudding kun
  582. chocolate peanut butter truffle chan
  583. dark chocolate kun
  584. noka chocolate kun
  585. luumu kun
  586. cake batter cheesecake kun
  587. watercolor cake kun
  588. lucuma and pumpkin cheesecake san
  589. gold flake sundae kun
  590. pastel cake kun
  591. wedding cake ouji sama
  592. usagi otsumami kun
  593. coconut barfi san
  594. red bean mochi san
  595. choco trifle kun
  596. tangyuan chan
  597. crisp ruby chan
  598. rolo cookie kun
  599. hakuto jelly kun
  600. biscotti kun
  601. samoa kun
  602. mocha java cake kun
  603. grape jellybean crepe kun
  604. white rabbit candy kun
  605. churro senpai
  606. mocha frappe kun
  607. stickies kun
  608. pop candy chan
  609. mocha semifreddo kun
  610. bombe alaska san
  611. sakura mochi kun
  612. eggnog kun
  613. takenoko chocolate san
  614. melon shaved ice tan
  615. white macaron kun

Pictures from my Hannibal themed birthday dinner (including a rewatch of S1) yesterday! We also had some kick ass noodle salad but I somehow forgot to get pictures. 

The mousse au chocolat teacups weren’t actually supposed to be broken, but I had to run to catch a train and they cracked during transport. I thought that was only appropriate. 

I got Feeding Hannibal and a stag necklace as a present, so I think I can officially claim I got the best friends and also I’m gonna have to cook for them again because those recipes are AMAZING 

anonymous asked:

KC + human AU + tinder app + smut

Swipe Right

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.

It had been a steady 10 minutes of swiping and she was beginning to swipe left without thinking. He’s too short, his pictures are all group shots… which one are you? He’s got a kid, who are all the girls in his pictures? He hikes, he bikes, he climbs, he dives, why is every guy suddenly outdoorsy?

All Caroline wanted was a cute guy who wanted to see a movie or get coffee, not jump out of a plane or do extreme sports. She was definitely not an outdoors person, so naturally shied away from those, plus the guys who were “looking for a gym partner”. She hated the gym. She was more of a Netflix and pizza type of girl and wasn’t planning on changing that any time soon.

Swipe. Swipe. Swi…

Her eyes lit up as they focused in on the next picture. She liked what she saw: dirty blonde hair, short sexy facial hair, and full kissable lips.

Klaus, 25

British. I don’t have children or flatmates. Take a chance, get to know me ;)

“There’s a whole world out there waiting for you, great cities and art and music, genuine beauty, and you can have all of it.” - anonymous

She bit her lip trying to imagine what his accent sounded like. Immediately she swiped right, hoping they would match. She’d worked hard on her profile, making sure to include a headshot, a full body shot, a goofy happy picture, and a sexy come-hither shot to round it out.

Caroline, 21

Public Relations major, girly girl, former Miss Mystic Falls, former head cheerleader. If you’re looking for your next side chick just keep swiping.

You have a new match!

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soak some raw cashews. put some soy/almond/rice/coconut/whatevermilk with some sugar and lots of cacao powder to a boil. add the cashews and boil boil boil simmer simmer. until it’s really thick. wait for it to cool down a little and blend blend blend and voila you have the most awesome vegan mousse au chocolat or chocolate mousse or whatever u wanna call it. and I guess if you freeze it you’ll have killer ice cream. and if u make it really thick it’s basically chocolate? you’re welcome